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"Here I am eyeing off the kitchen utentils. What a slut."
Her mind didn't stop ticking over, though, so she began to busy herself loading the dishwasher. Her toast popped up, and when she had begun the dishwasher's cycle, she spread some jam on it and leaned back against the counter to eat it. That was her intention, anyway. As it happened, though, she found herself leaning against the dishwasher, its firm vibrations amplifying through her full ass, bringing an unexpected, but unmistakable itch to her clit. Thrum-thrum-thrum whent the dishwasher, and thrum-thrum-thrum echoed her clit, still sensitive from her earlier orgasm, but definitely interested in more.
So she was a slut, she thought. What the fuck. She leaned against the dishwasher more firmly, then less so, finding just the right spot for just the right vibrations. Her eyes continued to cast around for something phallic, though with a start Cherie realised that this time she wasn't just speculating. This time, she was actually going to do it.
She began by grabbing a stirring-spoon, with a handle three-quarters of an inch thick. It wasn't very big - even Steven would put it to shame - but it was within reach, and didn't require her to miss a moment of the dishwasher's vibrations. She spread her legs almost comically, as though she was riding a horse, and leaned forward slightly to work the cool metal handle into her cunt. Oh, yes. She began working it in and out slowly, feeling the vibrations from the dishwasher flow through her, then echo off the handle and back again, creating little waves of excitement. She was miles from orgasm yet, but this was a hell of a start.
She continued working the spoon in and out, slowly, knees quivering a little at the work she was doing and the sensations she was feeling. Eventually, though, she realised her knees were going to give way. Inspiration struck, and she tossed the spoon into the sink with a loud clatter, and stepped over to the freezer, missing the vibrations of the dishwasher but promising herself it was only for a moment.
Inside the freezer she found a tray of ice cubes, which she pulled out. She removed two of them, and placed them in a glass which she set beside teh dishwasher. Finally, she hoisted herself up and sat upon the dishwasher. Perfect. The vibrations of the dishwasher flowed right through her ass and thighs into her body, lighting her up again exactly as it had done a few moments ago. This time, though, she could lean back against the wall and comfortably spread her legs wide.
She reached over and took one of the ice cubes. Taking a deep breath, she touched it to her nipple, squealing slightly at the intense cold and the instant reaction of her nipple, which transmitted pure sensation through her, so intense she couldn't tell if it was pain of pleasure. Oh, this was too much! She grabbed the other ice cube, and each hand began to tease a nipple, stroking the ice cube gently over the very tip of the nipple, making small circles over her areolae. Each touch made her shiver with cold, with pleasure, and all the while the dishwasher happily continued vibrating her lower half.
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