Spit Roasting
I used to be a chef. I've worked in many of the top restaurants in the UK and I've slaved under plenty of the celebrity bastard wanker chefs.

My first job as a general kitchen hand was the best one I ever had and also my biggest disappointment. I was seventeen, I'm six foot two and I weighed around 15 stone - no fucker would ever dream of taking me on. Despite all this I'd only had a couple of girlfriends as I tend to be shy around women.

I turned up on my first day all ready to get stuck in with the prep for that night. I walked into the kitchen - it was a fairly small one with a walk in store just off it. The sous chef was a woman - she was about twenty seven, a brunette. She was standing over the stove and stirring a sauce. Her hair was tied back but a single strand kept falling into her eyes - her huge green eyes. She didn't even notice I'd come into the kitchen as she was so busy concentrating - I knew because her tongue was poked out just a little and every so often she'd lick her plump red lips. I stood and watched as she wiped the back of her hand across her forehead. As single bead of sweat trickled down her collar bone and then onto the deep v between her large breasts. Her kitchen whites barely contained her juicy globes and I began to get hard just looking at the small walnut whips of her nipples.

"Don't just stand there looking useless. Get your arse over here and give me a hand."

She'd known I was there all along. I walked around the stoves and I got the best and biggest surprise I've ever had in my life.

All she was wearing was her whites' jacket - she was completely naked from the waist down.

"Fuck" I whispered to myself.

"You up to it new boy?"
She still hadn't looked at me but by christ I was up for it. My hard cock was pushing at my boxers - I could feel the button against my bell-end - fuck that button felt good. And thanks to kitchen whites it was clear to anyone that I'd got a huge fucking boner.

"Well, you gonna give me a hand?"
"Er...yeah. Er...what d'you want me to do?"

I didn't know. Bloody hell, for all I knew she was some strange bloody psycho who liked to cook buck naked - she was my boss so as much as I wanted to just bend her over a table and ram my cock right in her there and then, I couldn't. And she fucking knew it.

She told me to start softening up some butter by creaming it with a wooden spoon. I did as I was told and it was okay you know - I could see her and her fantastic pert arse - like a fucking peach.
Then she started opening the ovens - not crouching to open them. She slowly bent forward with her legs straight and apart. She stood a couple of feet away from me and showed me every inch of her glistening wet pussy.

"Well new boy? Like what you see here?"

"Oh fuck yes."

"Wanna get stuck in and do some real work?"

She still hadn't stood up - her cunt was talking to me - it was blowing little fucking kisses to my throbbing cock.

I didn't need telling twice. I dropped my keks, took hold of my long hard shaft and started pumping. Then I slid my pork sword right inside her hot pussy. I grabbed hold of her hips and she started to buck against me and call out, "Come on big boy! Show me what you've got!"

I fucked and hammered into her soft cleft and she mewed like a newborn kitten. Her long hair came free so I grabbed hold of it and rode her like a fucking bucking bronco as she whooped and bounced like the dirty cow girl she was.

That grasping cunt of hers tickled and sucked at me as my full balls slapped against her clit until I could feel the spunky goodness building as we fucked and bucked, hammered and rode each other. Just as she arched her back to let me reach round to take a handful of her bouncing tits so I exploded inside her and filled her pussy with my creamy load.

And just at that moment the store door opened and there was the head chef - big bloke, completely starkers and tugging on a huge stiffy while his face gurned. I was spent but still inside the sous chef.
He came over and I found out what I'd been creaming the butter for.

He had huge hands but he was gentle. He rubbed his fingers and his cock with the butter.

She slid away from me, turned around and got on her knees to lick and suck at my now flaccid dick.

He ran a buttery finger down my chest and then round my arse. Before I knew it his finger was deep inside my puckered ring and between the two of them sucking and massaging I was rock fucking hard again.

This time it was my turn - he bent me over the prep table and slowly slid his buttery nob into my virgin towel holder. She had stopped sucking my dick and sat instead on the edge of the table watching us until she was ready. Then he paused but stayed inside me - I've never felt so full - not even since with other dicks and dildos - this bloke was fucking huge and I could feel him flexing his cock showing me who was in charge. She slid underneath me and offered up her dripping quim. Then in one swift movement she grabbed my salami and in it went.

I didn't move - I couldn't move - the head chef was in charge. His cock was pounding against my prostate and her cunt was sucking and squirming around my cock. I was fucking and being fucked while looking at the biggest, roundest and firmest tits I've ever seen. I could barely fit one of those juicy strawberry nipples into my mouth.

They screwed me and used me until I thought I'd could take no more. His balls were slapping my arse faster and faster until he shot his load into my glory hole and at that moment his cock expanded and I thought I'd split open. It was enough to make me come again - this time shuddering and shouting as I unloaded into her willing hungry cunt as she shouted out in ecstasy.

We were all spent.

Then we got on with making the bouillabaisse for the night.

The disappointment was that this was their induction for the kitchen.

It never happened again.
(Stiff Richard, Sat 28 Jun 2008, 14:22, 4 replies)

.loll
This didn't happen did it richard you crazy blighter
(Freddles, Sat 28 Jun 2008, 15:36, closed)

It was better...
..when Frankspencer used to pen it.
(Vic Flange, Sat 28 Jun 2008, 20:26, closed)

AICMFP
She was Nigella!
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Sun 29 Jun 2008, 10:38, closed)

yawn
buy mills and boon

its less boring
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Mon 30 Jun 2008, 0:22, closed)