“Screw it, maybe I still have some time,” you think to yourself as you head towards the ingredients, tempted by their scent. You looked around as you saw some pitted olives in some olive oil. You look at it, picking one up and inspecting it closely before you stuck it onto your member and fucked it.
The sensation feels odd but amazing. The olive fits your pizza penis almost perfectly as the oil it was slathered in provides lots of lubrication. You thrust into the olive as it feels like a fleshlight, maybe even better as you fuck the olive. You use one hand on the olive while you smell yourself, clearly turned on by your own delicious scent. You keep thrusting as you took in the smell of your body, smelling all the herbs in the sauce on your body.
You need more stimulation, and you feel desperate for it. Your mind blurs from the lust you feel, unable to think of anything else but your own scent and the feeling of the olive on your penis. You don’t even notice the chef who just came back from the dining area; your back was turned at him. He notices your lust-addled state and grins, thinking that you weren’t able to resist the ingredients on the table.
With one strong swoop, he takes you, careful not to ruin your form as he brings you elsewhere. You finally snap out of your trance as the olive is still stuck to your member, almost reaching orgasm but was interrupted.
“Hey! Let me go!” you cry out and struggle, but his strong grip keeps you in place.
“You seem like you were enjoying yourself back there,” he tells you, sounding devious. “Maybe I should add some more… garnishes to your body.”
“What?”