I looked in the mirror as I finished preparing for my journey into entrepreneurship. The face that looked at me exuded charm and confidence. The inner man didn’t fit outside, but it was just a case of nerves, I thought to myself.
I’m a little over thirty years old, tall and built like a tight end. My body is toned, thanks to Uncle Sam and countless hours in the gym. My shoulders are wide, and my torso is tapered to a waist that actually shows a pack of six abs. Narrow hips, long, muscular legs, and long feet complete the package.
I had been lucky enough to have a beautiful face. I am not vain about it, as I had done nothing to deserve it, just like the mole on my groin. It was heredity, simply a fact of life. Although not stuck on myself, I did not refuse any of the benefits that came to be beautiful. I got a lot of fun with the ladies.
My green eyes looked at me from under thick dark eyebrows. A high forehead ended with a thick brush of dark hair, cut short and brushed back. It stays short because my job was the one involving a hot, sometimes very hot work environment. I’m a chef.
I’ve always been greedy. I like to eat, experience the sensuality of a good meal. Even a grilled cheese sandwich can be a carnal delight if done right.
I started cooking as a teenager. Simple things to start with, of course, but by the time I got out of high school, I could drop off a pretty impressive meal, having the classes come off the stove at the right time and in the right sequence. I saw this as a military campaign, making the preparations, doing the planning, resulting in the actual preparation of the food, with an appropriate presentation.
After graduating from high school, I spent my time doing short-order cooking, first at one of the chain’s breakfast joints. It was a cakewalk for me, the only difference being that there was an endless flow of orders to fill. In addition, there was incessant preparation work, especially for the next watch cook who needed to have things ready as well as he could hit the working floor, spatula in hand. It was fun, I learned a few things, and I made enough money to run and party a little. Overall, not an unpleasant first year after school, but I was also aware that it was doing little to move me towards a more fulfilling future.
I joined the army about a year after graduation. Nothing exciting was going on in my life. I was dating someone, but it was occasional business, nothing serious. It was amazing how many girls I knew from high school, those who weren’t very friendly or who were too far down the social ladder to notice me, suddenly found me interesting. Although these relationships were short-lived, they involved a lot of sex. It took me a while to understand that the girls are talking, and I had become an item on the vine. As the old lyrical Bob Segar says, “I used it, it used me, and neither did any of the care.”
Ok, so I have a big dick, and I was learning to use it. Everyone thinks that if you’re hanged, that’s all it takes. This, my friend, is total and complete. Anyone can be an asshole, but it takes study and dedication to become a lover. You can buy any jerkwad a set of keys, but it takes a lot of time and experience, with dedication and a willingness to learn, to become a mechanic.
I had learned a lot about female physiology, what and where the parts are and their function. I knew where the infamous G-spot was, when and how to stimulate it. The clitoris and its role in creating pleasure was part of my study. You’d be amazed at how many guys don’t know where these structures are, what they do. Some guys think that if they stick it in and pop up and down the woman will automatically go crazy with pleasure. Some guys don’t give their oral stimulation partner either. In my opinion not so humble, these are the guys who do not get fucked, those who spend the weekends at the bar waiting for some chick to get drunk enough to say yes. If the woman in question is lucky, she will have been too drunk to remember the meeting.
I had joined the army as I said. The Navy was my choice because I thought I would intend to see the world as the ads promised. What I could see was the inside of a ship’s kitchen, which was fine. I had been introduced to the world of institutional cooking, where the goal was to feed a crowd as quickly and efficiently as possible while making food as appetizing as possible. It’s not an easy accomplishment, but my fellow cooks and I have managed to do amazing things with the tools at hand. A well-fed sailor is a happy sailor. But he’s still going to moan, we’re going to give him half of it.
At our ports of call, everything was hand-held overboard. I had the chance to see the world as well as taste the delights of a number of foreign cities. I enjoyed the local cuisine and cultures, including the local ladies. Many of them were very friendly and compliant when it came to sex. I have always loved the infinite variety of women, from the frigid blondes of Scandinavia to the dark beauties of Spain and Portugal, to the beautiful black women of the African continent.
After ten years in the navy, I had seen about as much of our planet as I wanted, so I got together and went back to my hometown. While I had been safe in my niche in the Navy, the civilian economy had fallen into recession, and employment was difficult. I looked for work as a cook in the federal government, but the few positions available forced me to move, which was not on my to-do list.
I decided to go all in, use my G.I. Bill benefits and go to a culinary school. It was an excellent experience, learning a lot about food chemistry and the finer arts of preparation and presentation.
One of my fellow participants was a young woman named Gloria. It was a little firecracker from a redhead and it provided all the entertainment I could ever ask for. I think the term is insatiable, I’m pretty sure his picture is in the dictionary next to that word. I will never forget her tiny breasts with her little hard nipples and what she looked like when she was above me, riding me like a rented horse.
When we finished our classes, we separated, realizing that what we had both enjoyed was more recreational than romantic. That’s how it goes, how the cookie collapses. I had learned, however, that if the cookies crumbled, they probably needed more eggs in the dough.
The job prospects were still poor. The best motels were endowed and people who had concerts that their executive chefs were keeping their jobs. I didn’t want to be a hâh slinger again, maybe it was a matter of pride, as much as a matter of economics. What a bullish flinging was a good job for a child out of high school, he didn’t make the grade for anyone with my training, experience and ambition.
I went out on a member and took an ad in an executive magazine. I offered a very personal culinary experience to the busy executive, the one who brought me to their suite and the preparation of a fresh meal on site. I knew that even in the worst of times, the upper echelon finds a way to live well. My plan was to offer a pampering and sensory experience while charging exorbitant fees. It only costs a little more to go to first class, right?
I’ve had my website up and running, with postings of my offers. My photo was also featured prominently, along with my fee calendar. All I could do was wait. The line was in the water, the bait was on the hook, all I needed was a fish to come along and take my offering.
I was delighted to receive my first reservation two weeks later. My client was a 40-year-old from the city to oversee the reorganization of a branch of her business. She would arrive late on Saturday night and wanted my services for the following afternoon. Her name was Alexa Chambers.
I was busy assembling my wares, knowing that the facility in which she was staying included a kitchenette. I could do a lot of preparation work in the morning, leaving the main course to cook on site.
I had given a number of menu options on my website, basing my offerings on seafood, beef, pork, poultry or vegetarian. I had also included that other offers were available on request, but I hoped most would stick to testing and the true bases. Mrs. Chambers, blessed her soul, had chosen seafood for her choice of cuisine. It would be fun for me and delicious for her.
I went to the market, get the crab and the salmon as the basis of my meal, with some fine tender young asparagus, green salad, cherry tomatoes, yeast rolls, and dark chocolate, as well as a number of minor ingredients.
I also chose the wine to accompany the meal, a fine Californian white as well as a bottle of Asti Spumante to pair with the dessert dish.
I went home and started by preparing the stuffing for ‘crab rangoon’, a nice little aperitif. I’d stuff the wonton wrappers tomorrow just before I went to my appointment. Ditto for dessert, a dark chocolate mousse, which I would do now, pour into a brandy snifter so it can put. I whip the heavy cream for the topping on the spot, as well as shave more dark chocolate ribbons on top to top off the offering.
The main course was to be the salmon almond, a dish with different textures to tease the palate. I also plan to pair this with sautéed asparagus. All in all, a tasty and healthy dinner was at the premiere.
Having done everything I could, I packed my cart with all the utensils I would need. In my experience, when one establishment said they had a fitted kitchen, it meant a bottle opener and a corkscrew. They must have known that guests would be eating out and only need a way to open their alcoholic libation of choice. Forbidden sky, they actually have a decent set of knives available. So I packed pots, whips, pliers, and ete what I need. Tomorrow I would put everything in my SUV and set sail on this adventure.
My arrival was scheduled for 4 p.m., and I was punctual. I knew everyone hates being kept waiting, and the frames more than most. I had on the whites, jacket set and pants of my boss on my well polished black slippers. Attention to detail wins the battle, that’s my motto.
Ms. Alexa Chambers opened the door for me and welcomed me in a commercial manner. She was not out of the way, and she was not overly friendly. If she was forty years old, she did not look, being very balanced and well cared for, without a trace of wrinkles on her blue eyes or her mouth. She was about five feet six inches tall with ash blonde hair, which was pulled back into a French braid. She presented a very attractive and balanced image.
She welcomed me and showed me the kitchen. I smiled and told him it was adequate for my needs. She then told me that she had just arrived herself, her flight the previous night having been cancelled, and would like to take a shower before dinner if there was time for her. I assured him that the timing should be fine, wished him a nice shower, and put to work.
Quickly, I chopped the romaine lettuce, washed with the cherry tomatoes, cut slices of fresh cucumber for the salad as I preheated the oven to cook the “crab rangoon”. I arranged the ingredients for the Caesar dressing she had requested and quickly assembled them in a creamy dressing that I popped in the refrigerator to relax. I put the wine in a bucket of ice to cool down a bit, but not too much, as he needed to be awake for his pleasure.
I could hear the shower I worked on and saw that it had not closed the bathroom door, but it left it well ajar. I heard the shower cut off and I knew it would come out in a few minutes.
In the oven went the crab wontons, with the yeast rolls. I got to work on the salmon, i skinned it, I rinsed it, and then I patted it dry. I prepared the dredge for salmon, using almond flour, adding chopped parsley, lemon zest, salt and white pepper for this step. I lightly beat an egg, dredged the salmon fillet in the beaten egg, then dredged in my almond flour mixture. I let the net rest for a minute so that the coating adheres well. Meanwhile, I took a heavy pan and melted butter to a sizzle, then added the fish.
As it began, I pulled the delicately browned “crab rangoon” from the oven. A few minutes later, the rollers came out, also browned the perfection. I left the oven on, knowing that I needed it again in a short time. Things were going fantastically well if I said it myself. I put another frying pan, melted the butter and started the asparagus.
A voice behind me said, “It smells delicious!”
I turned around and was surprised by the change in Alexa Chambers. Gone was the business attire and instead she was wearing a long plum-colored kimono tied with a black belt. On his feet, and I don’t shit you, were fuzzy slippers. When she saw me noticing them, she laughed and said her feet were always cold. I laughed with her.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to stay here and watch you work. I love the sight of a man in the kitchen.
I accepted that it would be fine and kept to my task. I turned over the salmon as well as the asparagus and started grilling a handful of almond shavings.
“I’ll pour us both wine if that’s right,” she says. “And you can call me Alexa. I don’t bite, at least when I’m on leave, I don’t.
I heard the pop cap and she put a glass of pale gold liquid on the counter handy. I turned around enough to smile my thanks and she tilted her glass towards me in a silent greeting.
I dumped the crab wontons and told her if she wanted her to start.
I said, “Great. I’m hungry and it’s been a long journey. I need some food and it just sounds divine.
I took the plate to the table and used a set of mini pliers to serve her, setting them aside for her use to fill if she wanted to. I had prepared ten, thinking that even the slowest appetite would be satiated with this amount.
I went back to the kitchen, assembled the salad and put the croutons I had made earlier in the oven to crisp a little. I pulled out the freshly made Caesar dressing and took it, the salad, and crunchy croutons at his table and presented them with a smile.
Her smile said thank you and she attacked him enthusiastically. She had polished five crab sonoons, so she wasn’t a big eater. I was hoping that was the case, because I would be crushed if she hated my crab rangoon.
After a few minutes, I plated the salmon, sprinkled the top with the toasted almond shavings, added a slice of lemon. On the plate, next to the salmon, I put down a bed of green vegetables and piled the asparagus on that green bed. I cut it close and the salmon was well crusted, just short of being exaggerated. I let the fish rest for a few minutes while she was working on her salad.
As I presented her with the main course, she sat back and stretched out like a cat. I took it as a sign of contentment.
She took a bite of the flaky salmon and exclaimed, “Oh my God, it’s so perfect! I’ve never had the best in my life, and this is one of my favorite dishes! I couldn’t help but smile like the Cheshire cat.
I went back to my kitchen and came out with the chocolate mousse. While she ate, it would have a chance to warm up a bit as I whipped the cream for the filling. I had the cream in a container whipping away when I felt a pair of hands sit slightly on my hips.
“When you do this, it makes your butt tremble in the absolutely most provocative way.”
“Then I’d better keep doing it, don’t you agree?”
“I certainly do.”
I felt his hands move, I saw then lace themselves on my stomach, felt his body warm and firm hurrying against me.
I was a little neithersed, to put it slightly. She had done nothing to allude to having a physical attraction to me, and I certainly had done nothing flirtatious. So this turn of events came as a thunderbolt.
“I’m not sure the dessert will be ready if we keep doing this,” I hesitated.
“I have faith in your abilities. You’re not even multitasking. You do one thing, and I do one thing. What could be simpler than that? She leaned even closer to my back and I could distinctly feel her firm breasts pressing against my white jacket.
The cream was ready, after stiffening into soft peaks. It wasn’t the only thing that started to stiffen. My cock had started to wake up and its peak was certainly not sweet.
“Uh, I’m really flattered by that. I’m a little surprised, though. If it’s good with you, can we perhaps explore things further after dessert?
She laughed like a schoolgirl and said, “I’m sorry, I’m a bad girl. It’s your fault, wiggling your sexy like that. What else is a girl supposed to do when she is presented with such a show?
I smiled but I didn’t get an answer. I’d love to be like one of the guys in the movies, have a quick return for every situation, but the writing staff had apparently gone on strike. The proverbial cat had my tongue.
Alexa was deceding herself my back, looked like I added sugar to the whipped cream and put an indulgent spoonful on top of the foam. I shaved a piece of dark chocolate on top and introduced him. I jumped the cork on the Asti and he handed it to him.
She took her to the couch, sat down and patted the cushion next to her so that I could come and sit with her. I took the bottle of Asti and followed it. She took a spoonful and closed her eyes in happiness. Open her blue orbs, she got another spoonful and gave it to me. I took it, and I must say it was pretty decadent. That’s how the dessert went, she fed and i until it all went away. We both sipped the Asti, which was a good choice with the foam.
When she had licked the last bit of gluttony from her lips, she leaned over and gave me a kiss. It was delicious, both from our dessert and in its own right. I returned her kiss with increasing enthusiasm. His tongue came out to play, find mine, and they started a teasing dance of their own. She terribly sucked my tongue into her mouth, held it between her teeth, and then released it.
Alexa got up and walked between my knees, then sat on one of my legs, wrapping her arms around my neck as she kissed me again. My arms surrounded him automatically, my hands began to caress his back and shoulders. What I could feel under the silky kimono was warm, firm, and very sexy.
Alexa stopped kissing me and moved away slightly, looking me in the eye.
“I hope you don’t think badly about me, but I’d love to have sex.”
For an answer, I brushed her breasts with my hands through her dress. She moaned softly, took my hand, got up and led me to the suite of the master bedroom. She turned to me again and unbuckled the belt of her kimono, allowing her to open up and give me a view of her.
She was not wearing panties, and her mound was as smooth as a newborn. Her lips were full and luscious nestled in the valley between her curved thighs. Her belly was flat, with just a small dog underneath her belly button, something I had always found to be extremely feminine and sexy. Her breasts were rounded, perhaps at the border between a B and C cup, not big enough to be vulgar, but certainly big enough to be interesting.
Her skin was very pale, showing that she spent her time at the office instead of a sun pool. She had also not been to a tanning bed, as there were no tanning lines to find. All you could find was a pinch of small freckles on his chest, which I found enticing.
His hands were moving, unbuttoning my white jacket and sliding it off my shoulders. I had worn a dark green T-shirt underneath and she took it off as well. She deftly managed my belt and snap, then the Zipper. She pushed my pants down, then knelt down to take off my shoes and socks, finishing by taking off my pants.
His hand rested on my bulge through my underpants, getting an idea of my size. She leaned over and kissed her through the material, then hung her fingers in my underpants and then pulled it down. I freed myself from them, I stood in front of her in my birthday suit.
My hands moved on his shoulders, pushed the kimono out of them, pooled it on the floor around his shape. She looked beautiful, like a pale wooden nymph kneeling by her pool. As always, I was filled with wonder at the art of the female form.
Her hand found me and she cradled my ball bag. I adapted to give her total freedom, and she began to caress me, tease them with her nails, gently press them. She leaned close and took the head of my cock between her lips, teased the opening with the tip of her tongue, very slowly and voluptuously. My hands rested on her shoulders while she was doing this, my head was thrown back with my eyes closed. I relished all the sensations, all the movements she made.
I felt her tongue as she licked my tree to my groin. I’ve been very hard now, responding to his attention. She licked on the other side while teasing my. His pink tongue came out and lapped my dick with slow languorous blows. She began to flash her tongue quickly on the edge of the acorn, intensely stimulating me.
She looked up, eyes closed with mine as she said, “I want it dirty. Be as mean as you want to be.
I rewarded her by taking my cock and slapping her on the face with her. I took her in my hand and hit her on the cheeks, her eyes closed, her lips slightly separated. I pushed my head against her lips and she opened up to me. I grabbed his head in my hands and stuck my dick in his throat. As I took it out, it gasped for air. I pushed it again, to the root.
I took her hands, I pulled her on her feet. I pushed her back on the bed and got between my legs, forcing them to separate. She never protested, never resisted me. I put my dick’s head to her naked pussy and slipped it into it, almost all the way. She was already soaked and my dick was easily slipping into it. I retreated halfway, then I slammed completely into it. I began to kiss her savagely, taking her legs and holding them high in the air as I ravaged her by her silky caceuse.
After a few minutes of this, I needed to change the rhythm or I pop like a wine cork. I took my cock out of it and got out of bed. I was walking next to him in the face. I grabbed her hair, pulled it on my dick and rubbed it on her face. “How do you like my dick now, all smooth of your conquering drip? Does it smell good? Would you like to taste your cunt on it?
For an answer, she stuck her tongue, trying to lick her juice from my dick. I wouldn’t let her have it. Instead, I pushed his face away, went back to the foot of the bed.
“Get down on your knees!” No please, no thanks, just this stern command from me.
The view was fantastic, I have to say. Her smooth thighs at the top of which her tight round sitting was beautiful. Its small pleated starfish was full-screen, tight but totally exposed. She looked vulnerable and hot as hell.
I put my cock in her pussy again and rolled her as hard as I could, my hands around her hips shaking her on my impaling cock. I took my right hand and slapped her, and she screamed like a frightened kitten. I slapped the other cheek and she made a repeat. The sound I had slapped her tight little was like a gunshot. I didn’t hold back; my handprint was clearly visible where I had given him a blow.
I jerked my cock out of it abruptly and put my silky cock head to her starfish and pushed regularly. I didn’t want to hurt her, but if she wanted to be tough and mean, so be it. She was very tight, but managed to relax a little and my dick head started to disappear into her brown eye. I could almost hear an audible Plop when he won the entrance. I kept pushing, slowly but firmly, and watched as his tight ass engulfed every bit of my hard cock. When I was all the way, I felt my pat on the back of her thighs. I grabbed her hips again and started fucking her ass, long slow shots, almost going out and then going back until my balls hit her sexy thighs. In the eye of my mind, I imagined my cock head banging his tonsils when I melted into his creamy ass.
I reached around to caress his clit/tais, but found his hand already occupied. She rubbed her button furiously, and her breath came in short quick pants. This made it even more difficult for me, if possible, to take charge of her own orgasm. I knew she was close and kept stroking her as she got to the finish line. Her ass was spasming around my cock, squeezing and relaxing quickly at her orgasm.
As she was coming down from the heights, I removed my cock from her ass. I lay on my back next to his trembling body and said, “Clean my dick, it was in your ass. Do a good job, too.
She obediently began to lick the entire length and for good measure laped to my. It was fantastic, her tongue like moist hot velvet as she lapped to my. She sucked each one in her mouth, where her tongue gave her a turn in the whirlwind, as she swirled her tongue around her. His enthusiasm was impressive. She made me clean like a whistle in a short time.
I took a pillowcase from a pillow and tied her wrists behind her at the time. I took the other pillow and folded it into a corner as I made him lie through, putting his high in the air.
I put it up from the back and let go of any constraints. I slammed her as hard as I could and hammered her conunt with my cock. My hands held her so she couldn’t escape. Her wrists were tied behind her, her pretty face turned to the side on the blanket, her eyes were closed, her mouth openedyears an almost senseless absorption in the way I fuck her.
Again, I pulled my cock from her soaked pussy and slipped it into her hungry ass. I could see how I stretched her, I knew she was feeling intense sensations from my puffed meat.
It wasn’t long until my orgasm slammed into me, an extremely intense one. As my cock threw hot white streams tights deep inside it, I stopped stroking so she could feel my pulsating cock in it. She thanked me by squeezing her around her, helping to milk every last drop out of it.
As I finished cumming in it, I retreated and replaced my cock in her ass with two fingers in her cunt. I started sawing them pretty much, our juices combined making it a smooth trip. I added a third finger and it was very full. She was still on her knees lying across the pillow corner, pushing her back hard against my hand wanting more and more. I found her clitoris with my thumb and I started massaging her.
Within minutes, she had another titanic orgasm, her thighs shaking and barely holding her in the air. I leaned over and started licking his starfish, pushing my tongue as far as I could. It tasted musky and delicious. I lapped her as she had another orgasm, her third of the afternoon.
When she finally stopped shaking and moaning, I removed my fingers from her rose. She collapsed on her stomach, flipped over and gave me the biggest smile I had seen in a long time.
I crept beside her, I kissed her deeply, knowing that she could taste her sweet ass on my kiss. She was eager for her, her tongue exploring for every bit she could get.
She turned away from me and pushed her warm body near mine, turning us into spoons. I put my hand on his waist and we both drifted to sleep.
In about 15 minutes, I woke up, took a finger and traced it from his shoulder to his elbow. She moaned softly and snuggled her even closer to my crotch. My dick was lying in the hot canal of his ass crease. I traced my finger on his ribs, along the line of his curved hip. She stirred and took my hand, kissed my fingers.
“Is this a good time to ask you a few questions?”
She replied, “Uh, I guess so.”
“It’s the customer service survey,” I laughed softly. “Have you been satisfied with the service provided?” My other hand found it, caressed.
“Oh, this client is very satisfied,” she moans softly in accent.
“Question number two, then. Would you recommend our service to your friends or associates?
“Certainly, I would. I’m going to! I have a friend, another exec woman who, I am sure, would find your services most fulfilling! His free hand found my sleeping cock and shook him tightly.
“And the third question is, did you find our service to be good value?”
She started laughing and I asked why. “This is happening on my expense report, so everything will be refunded in full!”
I joined her laughing and said, “So I guess you’ll be more than happy to tip your waiting staff?”
“Oh, I will.” She left in a small fit of laughter at that.
“Last question then. Do you think you will be using our service in the future?
“I will absolutely do it. I will leave this town at the end of the week, but I will return next month. I can’t wait to book another wonderful experience.”
She turned to me then and winked at me, entered another fit of sweet laughter.
We kissed a little and caressed each other, but were too exhausted for any real effort. I pulled on her nipples and they hardened wonderfully. I pinched them firmly, pulled them on them. Her gasps told me that she liked what I was doing. I leaned over and started suckling her nipple, flashing my tongue around her inflated halo.
My hand found her again and I took my middle finger and started massaging her clitoris slowly, circling around her as I enjoyed her nipple. His hips rose a little to meet my hand, telling me to keep going.
His orgasm this time was much milder than the previous one had been, more of a hot summer rain than the torrent rushing from a waterfall. As she came, she pushed my hand between her thighs and squeezed her there, pushing her wet cunt roughly against her. His breaths came quickly through his mouth open, his eyes tight closed. I kissed her again, lightly and sensually.
Finally, I got up and started getting dressed again. It was a quick chore to collect my goods and be ready to go home.
I kissed her when I opened the door. As I got out of the door, she put a folded bill in my chest pocket. I looked at it after I got the SUV loaded and had my planted in the seat. Smiling back at me was one of my favorite people, the late, great Benjamin Franklin.
I went home, took my goods inside and took a shower. A little refreshed, I cleaned my goods for my next engagement. I checked my email and the second article was a thank you from Alexa. The first item was a new reservation for a commitment on Tuesday afternoon.
“I love my new career!” My cry bounced off the walls and was swallowed by the soft roar of the air conditioning.
Service with a smile