The Private Chef

Background: A private chef was hired for a group in the Hamptons. While staying there, she realizes how hot Anthony (the principal client) is. Her thoughts get the best of her, and after dinner one night, she finds herself with lustful thoughts and a hand down her pants. Close to orgasm, she hears a knock on the door, and that's where the story left off.

My heart stops. The feeling when you've been caught red-handed flows through my body, and any thoughts I had about anything sexy have left my mind. I quickly prop myself on my bed pillows and turn on the lamp next to me. "Yes, come in," I say as I grab the book on my nightstand and open it to a random page.

The door slowly opens, and in the doorway stands Anthony. My heart starts beating so hard that I can feel it in my throat. "Hey, what's going on?" I asked as he inched closer to me.

"You can tell me if I'm totally off base," he started as he shut the door behind him. "But I feel there might be some tension between us, and I was curious if you felt that too?"

I didn't even know what to say. Do I tell Anthony I was seconds away from cumming at the thought of having his way with me before he knocked on the door? I feel my face become warm, which only means it's obviously red. "What kind of tension?" I asked, knowing damn well he wanted to fuck me, but I like playing dumb; it's a fun form of teasing.

He makes his way towards me, looking at me like his mouth is watering, just thinking about what will happen. He sits down on the edge of the bed and turns to me. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." The way he said those words. Forceful yet soft. I smiled, inviting his hand to leave his side and find its way to my leg. "You didn't think you were quiet, did you? I was grabbing a glass of water and heard the sexiest moans from your room." I felt a little embarrassed now. I let out a nervous chuckle, closed my book, and set it on the table. Anthony repositioned himself on my bed and lay next to me. His hand was holding his head upright, and the rest of his body was on its side. He slowly moved the comforter away from my chest, exposing my knicks t-shirt and loose pajama shorts.

"Oh, the knicks, huh?" He said as he laughed. "You have a cute freckle on your stomach; I like it." He moved his fingers down my belly and ran them over my freckle. I gently put my right hand on his head and worked my fingers through his hair. He found his way under my pajamas and landed on my hip. He began to kiss my stomach, and I took it all in. Closing my eyes and enjoying the moment. He placed both hands on my shorts' waistband and tugged them down. I lifted my hips to the ceiling and let him expose my wet pussy. "You soaked through these shorts. How bad do you want me?" I wanted him so bad, but words wouldn't leave my mouth. I moaned and pushed his head towards my clit. His tongue was warm and wet. Giving me everything I needed at that moment; I couldn't get enough. I briefly took the rest of my shorts off and spread my legs wide open. He held me down as he buried his face in between my legs. Licking and slurping up every ounce of juice I was giving him. He could tell I was close, and before I was about to cum, he stopped. "You can't cum without asking permission first." I was so turned on by his words alone almost demanded an orgasm from me. He started to undo his pants and slide them off. They fell off the bed and landed on the floor next to my wet shorts. He was hard. His cock basically sprung out of his boxers. Seeing how hard I made him caused my mouth to water. I wanted to give him head so bad. I sat up and bent forward, placing my lips around the tip of his cock, and lubing it with my split. He held my hair back in a gentle way but pushed my head down aggressively. He was excellent at knowing what would be too much, which I appreciated very much. "Stop, stop, I'm going to cum; hold on," he demanded as he pulled my head back. "Get on your stomach." I did exactly what he said and flipped over. I put a pillow under my hips. He straddled me from behind and put the tip of his cock right on my wet slippery opening. Before he pushed all the way in, he got close to me.

Lying on me almost and started kissing my neck and shoulders. Anthony was a charming lover who considered the gentle and rough side of sex. He knew the balance. When he finally pushed into me, I let out a soft moan. There's nothing like the first-stroke feeling that makes my pussy throb. I grabbed a handful of the sheets and turned my head to the side. As Anthony thrust into me, deeper each time, I couldn't help but leave my mouth open in anticipation for the moans to come. His cock was perfect. Didn't reach my cervix, so I wasn't worried about the pain it would cause when he went too deep. I could feel myself getting hot and ready to cum. I begged him, "Please let me cum on your cock." He grabbed my hair and leaned down to my ear, and demanded I cum for him. My pussy throbbed on his cock, which only made his penetration faster. It wasn't long before he asked where he could cum, and I turned my head and looked at him in the eyes. "Cum inside me... My pussy is all yours." After those words left my lips, he closed his eyes and moaned gently. I could feel his cum filling me up. After he was finished ejaculating, he lingered inside me for a moment. Kissing my shoulders and back. He moved my hair away from my neck and gave the necessarily tender kisses every woman lusts for.

He rolled over onto one side of my bed. He was sweaty, and I could see his heart racing. I kissed him on the lips and then again on the forehead before I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. "Come join me," I said as I took my shirt off in the doorway and walked over to turn the shower on. Anthony eagerly got up, but when he came to the bathroom, he said, "I should go. It might not be a good look if someone catches me in here on your first day." I laughed and nodded in approval. Before he left, he grabbed my head with his two hands, planted a tender kiss on my lips, and then went.