Yes, Chef!

This fictional content contains explicit sexual material. All characters are consenting adults.

I'd been working at an old local pub in my hometown as a sous chef. Great food, a nice family establishment. That was until about 9 p.m. Typically, I'd have a few knockoffs, talk shit with the regulars, and head home. The designated smoking area had been my favorite spot for good conversation as opposed to the noisy bar. But after a long split shift, it always took me a bit to decompress. I'd measured it--it was about one and a half pints before I got there. Despite my complaints, I had a pretty chill life for a middle-aged man.

I don't remember her name, but for story purposes let's call her Annie...for anonymous.

She wore a summer tank top, a short mini skirt, and slip-on flats. Her platinum blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail. A stunner, a tiny little thing...at twenty-one years old.

I could see it in her eyes. The fire. The mischief. The definition of trouble...and I like trouble. I liked the thrill that came with women like that. It's almost always the hot ones who burn you, but as we chefs always say, "If you can't stand the heat, get the hell out of the kitchen."

She walked toward me through the maze of people, her hips swaying side to side. A million eyes on her. The table I sat at was nothing special. Its wood was weathered and scratched. Rocking back and forth, barely holding it together.

"Oh, you're the chef? Dammit, I just missed dinner. I was hoping for a good meal."

"Next time," I said.

Don't get me wrong, food is an art--but cheffing is stressful. I was thankful I didn't have to serve another single fucking plate. I hated these busy Fridays, but I could hardly tarnish the good name of my beloved workplace by being rude.

"Mind if I take a seat?" Annie said.

"Of course."

She sat on the stool with her legs apart. Her conversation was unfiltered and brazen. Her foul mouth was not too different from the back and forth in the kitchen. So filthy it would make most men blush. Honestly, not a problem--just unexpected.

"So, tell me a bit about yourself," I asked.

She said she was here on holiday. "To sample the countryside." Why? Search me. All we ever did here was drink and fuck.

"I'm doing a bit of a...tour." She winked.

Annie dropped her handbag on the concrete below. I slid off my stool, crouched under the table, and reached for what was on the ground. Great, everything was scattered about.

Purely by instinct, I stared up between Annie's legs. And there, between them, I saw paradise.

She'd lifted and waved her skirt ever so slightly for me to see. Her exposed upper thighs rested on the cold metal stool. She wanted to be certain I saw it. Her shaven pussy flashed and stared back at me. Full commando. And it did not disappoint.

I took my time picking up each item and placing them in her bag, unable to avert my gaze. Thankful for the "accidental" mess she'd deliberately arranged.

I got back on my chair to finish my second pint, the wooden table the only thing between Annie and me. She gave me a knowing glance, acknowledging what I'd seen and what she'd shown.

"Is something up, Ben?" She kicked off one flat and straightened her leg, placing it on my crotch in a teasing gesture.

The pressure jolted through me, but I did my best to hold it together.

"I guess when I have a problem, I get...tunnel vision," I gave a quick, suggestive glance downward to her lap.

"Anything I can do to fix that?" Her eyebrows rose, as she held my hand as if she were concerned.

The other patrons stood around oblivious. Our subtext if heard, went over their heads. We carried on.

"There is, but it might be a bit hard..."

"If you show me, I might be able to straighten things out," I pulled my chair in and held her heel closer to my growing hardness.

"It's a big job, you might need to get your hands dirty."

"I see, the kinda thing that could blow up in my face."

Annie kept rubbing my penis with her foot while I massaged it.

"Oh I've been preparing a big batch of--" I smiled.

"And you need someone to taste-test it? Say me, for example..."

Her foot rubbed harder as her teeth dug into her bottom lip. I tried to keep my eyes open and focused on her.

"I'd be happy to. I really don't want you to go it alone," she added.

"It's the sort of thing that could bring you to your knees if you're not careful."

She lowered her foot and slid her shoe back on.

"Oh yes, please, Chef, put me to work!"

Annie winked as I finished the rest of my drink. She downed her own glass and stood up, holding my hand.

"...Come with me, I'm...thirsty," she whispered in my ear.

Thank God I didn't wear my chef pants that day.

"Do you know somewhere more private?" Annie tightened her hand on mine as she led me inside.

"I'm not really in the mood for alcohol, if I'm being honest," she added. Her crazy eyes widened.

"Well..."

"What about here?" She pointed to the disabled toilet.

"We can...do that," I said. Enjoying her keen, uninhibited energy.

I opened the door to let her in and kept watch for anyone passing before joining her. The seconds felt like minutes as my arousal built.

"Alright, c'mon." She dropped my pants to my knees.

"Let's get a good look at what we're working with." Her hand rubbed the fabric of my boxers before she lowered them as well.

Annie stared intently at it, studying it like a connoisseur, breathing it in.

"It's a pretty nice dick, Ben. Real nice. We can work with this." She held it and scanned the sides, tracing each vein with the tip of her index finger.

"I might just..." She took off her top and placed it under her knees.

Another item of clothing she chose not to wear--a bra. Not that she really needed one.

"Yeah, that is better, isn't it. Toilet floor, tits for you to look at," she said, self-assured.

"You liked my smooth little cunt, didn't you?" she added before licking me from base to tip.

I nodded and gulped, completely at the mercy of Annie. She locked eyes as she took me slow into her warm, wet mouth, her blue eyes fixed on mine. Her tiny, thin, delicate fingers worked my shaft.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm." She moaned as she slobbered over me. The squelching sound drove me to another gear.

She gagged as she took me in deeper, her suction airtight while she pumped me with her slippery lips.

"Fuuuuck, Annie."

Annie reached for my sack to see how close I was and played with my gooch, pulling her mouth away from my cock as she jerked me.

"You like it when I throat this hard fucking cock, don't you, Ben?"

"Jesus, Annie."

"Dick me in my dirty slut mouth like the cocksucker I am."

I gasped and groaned. A crude sentence I couldn't imagine coming from a face so pretty.

She laughed while I was on a different plane of existence.

"Fuck, this is so hot seriously, Ben. You're fucking loving it," she said while she jerked me off. Her tongue tickled the underside of my balls and lightly slid up until it consumed my flowing precum.

She slipped her left hand under her skirt and grunted while she fingered herself.

"Daddy gonna cum for me?" Her right hand's pace quickened.

"Daddy gonna fucking cum for me?" Harder and harder, her left hand rose from her pussy to check my balls.

"Ooo, Daddy's got a big load ready for me, isn't that right Daddy?"

She escalated me more and more, reading my needs while she adjusted her rhythm.

"Mmm yeah, Daddy gets to cum first, don't he?" she added.

"Haaw," I exhaled.

I could barely hang on. She knew how to do it, and how I liked it...

"Ooo, you gonna nut me real good, aren't you, Daddy?"

I couldn't speak. No words could define my pleasure.

"You gonna nut me real fucking soon, Daddy?"

Harder, harder, harder. The sound of her spit and my precum between her hand and my dick echoed in the room. Annie stared back at me and smiled, her pearly whites before she held out her pink tongue. I rested my hands on her head while she tugged me faster and faster until...

The beautiful blank. The white in my mind. The jets of white cum. All colliding. Ropes of semen landed and coated Annie's elfish, youthful face. It spewed into her open mouth, up her cheekbones, nose, and forehead. As she pointed my dick down, one final spurt hit her tiny breasts and dribbled down her tight belly and onto her mini skirt.

Complete satisfaction. Emptied and fulfilled.

"Yum." She dragged my cum into her already full, open mouth, licking it off her fingers like a sauce I'd made for her, swallowing each drop of my load like she was starved or greedy.

I could barely stand. My legs wobbled as I got dizzy from the stars in my eyes. Annie stood up to catch me.

"Seriously, Ben. That's some hot fucking spunk you got there." She held me in place until I found my footing.

"I think I got it all, didn't I?" Annie said while she checked herself in the mirror. My cum--still there, but not visible. A shimmer of the load she took, worn proudly on her face.

I nodded, still catching my breath.

"I mean, you can't see it," she said as she washed her hands.

She laughed as I continued to nod. The stars still in my eyes.

"This is a very friendly town. Next time, I'll get more than dessert," she said while she adjusted her hair.

"But I--"

"Don't worry, we will, but first I've got a lot more...sightseeing to do..." she opened the door and stepped out.

I tried to find her after I fixed myself up, but she was nowhere to be seen. Nowhere.

And that was that. I haven't seen Annie since.