Suzy Homemaker

The Chef was coming over for dinner. I had gotten the makings of a killer gazpacho- he's been watching his weight and looks phenomenal. I wanted to support him with healthy, fresh food. I like being able to take care of him. My room was clean- fresh sheets, vacuumed, tidied up. I was wearing a simple black skirt and grey t-shirt. Nothing special. Just looking forward to seeing him. Carlos and Andy were upstairs.

He greeted me with a good kiss. I nearly fainted with attraction when I saw his new glasses. They're rectangular with dark frames- so very hipster. I was weak in the knees. I told him to have a seat in the kitchen while I made him dinner. Fat chance, Kate.

Soon he was pressed against my back, pinning me gently to the counter. He kissed my neck, hands gentle and firm finding each of my curves through the soft knit fabric.

"I want to taste your pussy, just a little. I need to, Katie. Let me taste you," he whispered in my ear. I flushed dark pink and slipped my panties down to my knees, spread my legs, hiked my skirt up over my ass, and bent over the counter.

He knelt behind me and I felt his fingers in the folds of my flesh and then his warm wet tongue pressing into me. I love the way he licks me- totally free of agenda, just wet and full-blown and full-contact. Delicious. I turned to kiss him and he pulled my whole body to him. I have to stand on my toes to kiss him. His hand found my pussy and quickly rubbed me through my skirt to orgasm. I shuddered and buckled and he held me up. He kissed me deeply, touching all of my mouth with his precious tongue. I opened to him.

I felt him pressing hard against me. He pulled out his cock and I dropped to my knees, eager to fill my mouth with him again. I licked him diligently, licking from base to tip and glancing up at him with my mouth full of cock. He smiled down at me, and ran his hand against my cheek. He slapped me across the cheek. I gasped and kept sucking. He stroked my cheek softly and then slapped me again. I looked up at him with my tongue out, balancing his cock there. I looked him in the eye and he slapped me again and again. I grinned and sucked him down, gagging and happy to be so full of him.

He pulled up up to him.

"I need to fuck you," he whispered. His breath made the hairs on my arms rise.

I looked at him. He knew the boys were home. The Chef likes a thrill. I fully intended to give him one.

"Please. I want to fuck you now. Living room?"

"No!" I squealed.

"Laundry room?" It's right off of the kitchen. "I want to fuck you so badly."

I pulled off my panties and stuck them into my purse. I stepped into the laundry room, door open, and bent over the table.

He fucked me there, and then on the floor too. As I lay below him I felt the heat of his body. He told me to pull up his shirt so he could feel me against his skin. His glasses began to slide down off his nose and I pushed them up again and kissed his sweaty face as he pounded into me.

He came in me. I felt his cock spasming deep in my gut.

And then I made him gazpacho.

It was delicious.

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