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Tammy sat at the kitchen table staring down at the engagement ring on her finger, nervously twisting it back and forth, anything to avoid giving her boyfriend the answer he was waiting for.
“C’mon, you said you would do anything for me,” Bob urged.
“I know I did, honey…” Tammy paused to collect her thoughts before continuing. “It’s just that… why have I never heard of this before?”
“It’s something new here in the States, but it’s huge over in Japan,” Bob lied, knowing he was close to getting her into the oven.
“I don’t know, it just sounds so dangerous,” Tammy wavered.
Bob scooted his chair over next to Tammy, putting his arm around her shoulder. She instinctively rested her head on his chest. He gently stroked her hair as he whispered into her ear, “Do you really think I would ask you to do this if I didn’t think it was safe? I’ll be right on the other side of the door.”
“I’m not sure,” Tammy said, lifting her head from his chest to look him in the eye. “What difference does it make if I agree to it? There’s no way I could fit inside an oven anyway”.
Bob stood and walked across the kitchen extending his arms out like a game show host. “Maybe a regular sized oven, but as you can see here this is an industrial grade oven. Take the top racks out you’ll be able to fit inside comfortably. I got in there myself this morning just to make sure.”
Tammy stared at the oven, really seeing it for the first time. “Why do you have an industrial grade oven anyway? In all the time I’ve known you I’ve never seen you cook a damn thing,” Tammy paused, tears filling her eyes. “Oh my God, you got this oven just for this kink. How many other girls have you done this with?”
Bob stuck his hands out in a placating gesture. “Calm down, I’ve never done this before. I just read about it online a couple of days ago and thought it would be fun. And the oven is from my dad’s restaurant. He gave it to me when he upgraded his appliances. You know that.”
“I know, you’re right,” Tammy sighed, a mischievous grin slowly appearing on her face as she peeled off her clothes.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you talk me into this,” Tammy said, as Bob guided her towards the oven before she changed her mind.
Tammy let out a nervous giggle as she climbed into the oven. She reached her arm out to prevent Bob from shutting the door. “You’re going to let me out of here immediately when I bang on the door, right?” Tammy asked.
“Absolutely,” Bob replied. “I’ll be right on the other side watching through the glass. This is going to be so hot.” He paused for a second then winked, “no pun intended.”
Tammy pulled her arm back into the oven and Bob shut the door. Tammy summoned up her courage and gave her fiancé a thumbs up. Bob turned the temperature gauge to 250 degrees and pressed his face to the glass.
Beads of sweat instantly broke out all over Tammy’s body. Her heart raced as the oven racks blistered the skin on her butt and soles of her feet. Tammy imagined the heat would be gradual, something akin to a sauna. She wasn’t prepared for the reality of the situation and began to hyperventilate, frantically banging on the interior of the oven door. Bob was true to his word and quickly opened the door and pulled her out. He carried her across the kitchen and laid her down on the table. He immediately placed his face between her legs and began to lick her pussy juices mixed with the salty sweat from her time in the oven. Tammy’s body trembled as orgasms racked her body one after another, each one more intense than the last.
Bob turned off the oven and carried his spent girlfriend to the bedroom. He applied soothing lotion to her burns and cuddled up next to her as they both drifted off to sleep.
Bob awoke the next morning to find Tammy’s side of the bed empty. He cursed himself for pushing her into it too soon. Then he noticed a note on the nightstand that read; Last night was amazing. I want to do it again tonight. Love Tammy.
Bob couldn’t concentrate at work. He was torn. It was a huge turn on that she would do that for him and she obviously enjoyed it. He just couldn’t help feeling unfulfilled. He tried to push it to the back of his mind as he struggled through the work day.
Bob walked into his apartment to find rose petals scattered on the floor leading from the front door all the way down the hall. He followed the trail into the kitchen to find that they led to the oven door. Tammy was already naked and waiting inside.
Bob knelt in front of the glass door. Tears suddenly welling in his eyes and trickling down his cheeks, “You were right, I have done this before. I actually thought it would be different with you because I love you so much. I really did. I was hoping I could be content just drinking you. But I’ve been thinking about it all day and it just isn’t enough for me,” Bob said, as he engaged the lock on the oven door and set it to broil. Tammy’s screams echoed off the oven walls as she pounded on the door. Bob placed his face up to the glass and said “I’m sorry, but you know what they say; a man’s gotta eat.”
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