The Pansexual

The Pan

     It was a nice day outside. Flowers were blooming, birds were chirping, it almost seemed too good to be true for miss Juliana. Her mother was asleep in bed and she decided today would be the best day to do something nice for her. She decided she was going to make breakfast in bed for her.

     She turned on the stove and opened the cabinet which held all of the pots and pans. There was a pan right in the front that seemed to draw her attention. It almost seemed to make her squirm, and she didn't understand why. Its handle was metal and cold, with a nice shine to it. She clenched onto the cold handle and lifted the pan onto the hot stove before bending down to close the cabinet, before realizing the pan was off the stove..

     The pan was no where to be seen. Could it have fallen off of the stove? She didn't know and that was the creepy part. At that moment, the pan came scooting in by itself. Juliana didn't know what was happening. An unknown force pulled her down onto the floor and she then was laying on the floor.

     

!!!SEXUAL CONTENT!!!

     Oh how coincidental it was for her to be wearing such a short outfit to make food. The pan lifted into the air and ripped her dress off to show her exposed body. She began to become flustered as this occurred. It slipped the pan side up her bra as the handle went down below into her panties. It moved in ways that made Juliana feel uncomfortable but also an erotic feeling.. It soon ripped the rest off before it began to have its way with her. 

     The handle was now inside her. She did want it to stop, but she also was enjoying it so much. It continued until all of her pleasure was released. This was the moment she had realized, she was pansexual.