Chef's Special

"You ain't gotta tell me twice. I love your company." You walk up behind her, wrapping your arms around her waste and pressing your hard cock against her lower back.

"And you are not shy about it," she says pleasantly, absentmindedly shuffling the egg in the pan.

You sway back and forth with her for a moment, enjoying the intimate contact. You take in her scent, sweet and flowery. You admire her physique, a body that she's maintained with great discipline and has earned the right to show off. Her skin is silky smooth, flawless, and glowing, her face radiant. Your hands roam around her torso, taking in every inch of skin.

"Goddamn, how has no one locked this down yet?"

"No one's proven they deserve it, yet. Besides, I'm having fun by myself."

"What does fun by yourself look like?"

"It looks like doing what I love, going wherever I want, and sleeping with whoever I please." She looks up backwards at you, giving a wink.

"Oh so you're a little freak, huh?" Your hands venture up under her cleavage, gently cradling her breasts under her shirt.

"I've got a body, and I like to use it. Maybe even let it be used, if they've got the right stuff." Her breathing is getting noticeably heavier.

"The right stuff being...?" Your fingers run back and forth over her nipples.

"Oh, y'know. Make me laugh, make me smile. Knowing how to use your hands..."

"Y'know, some people say I've got a magic touch." You start squeezing and playing with her hefty tits.

"Is that right? 'People'?" she asks skeptically.

"Sure, lots of people! Me, the neighbor, the mailman, the mayor. I'm handing free massages out left and right! Happy endings cost extra, but guarantee my discretion." She lets out a laugh when you say this. "And pretty soon, you'll be saying it too."

"Mmmmhm," she says sarcastically.

"Don't believe me?"

"I could use some more convincing." She shifts on her feet in such a way that her ass grinds against your throbbing cock. You groan in response.

You pull her barely-a-shirt up over her tits, exposing them. And boy are they a sight to behold. Plump, round, ever-so-suckable. They bounce and juggle when the fabric pulls at them. Her nipples are at attention, begging for more play. You enjoy them a bit longer before shifting your attention. You move a hand up to her throat, gently but firmly gripping just under her chin.

"Ungh-!" comes softly from under her breath as she takes a sharp inhale.

Your other hand wanders down inside the front of her shorts, worming their way between her thighs. You fingers meet hot wetness and glide smoothly over and between her lips.

"Have you ever thought about me the way I've thought about you?" you ask.

"*pant* Every- *pant* E-every so often...*pant* When I'm alone a-and- *whimper* feeling f-frisky..." She can barely get the words out as her chest heaves with excitement.

"Fuck, it's so hot to hear you say that."

You pull her shorts down just enough to expose her bald pussy and juicy ass cheeks. Your fingers magnetize to her clit, moving in tight circles with just the right amount of pressure. Your cock grinds against her ass simultaneously.

"Hmph-!" She's trying to hold back moans, her face contorting in a mix of pain and pleasure. You continue playing with her clit, alternating between that and sliding your fingers up and down her wet hot slit, her throat still gently choked the whole time. You even slip the tip of your middle finger into her tight hole.

"Ha-!" she yelps. You've pulled her head back as you lean into her, your cheeks touching. You're breathing all over each other, her eyes shut as you service her. "OH, my... fuck-*gasp*," she says as you suck on her neck. She whimpers delightedly from your digit play.

Her hands are still firmly gripping the pan and spatula, but the egg has long since been forgotten.

"Believe me now?" You ask, fingers still at work.

"You... gah-...make a... ho-... convincing argument," she ekes out. "I'm almost there..."

"How about some sausage to top off breakfast, then?"

Your cock has already been gracing her ass with attention this whole time, leaking precum on her as you've been touching and grinding. You take your hand away from her soaked pussy momentarily to guide your cock into her. You slide into her with slippery ease, her moans becoming more passionate with each passing inch.

With your cock now stretching her pussy to its limits, you return your hand to its previous duties and pump her pussy. Your strokes are slow and deliberate, hips physically manifesting an RnB jam. Shivers wash over you both, Chelsea backing her ass into you, trying to **** more of your cock into her despite you being buried to the hilt. It's quiet and intimate, no screaming or shouting. Only subtle moans and stifled whimpers that bounce of the kitchen walls, only for its occupants to hear. No forceful pounding, only the shuffle of skin-on-skin as your bodies sync with and sink into one another.

"Is this what you were talking about?" you ask.

"This is the definition of what I was talking about," she answers with a breathy voice, sex dripping from every syllable.

"Good. I aim to please."

She releases the pan and drops the spatula on the counter, opting to grab the counter edge and the back of your neck respectively instead. Her breasts bounce and shuffle as your bodies writhe. Her breathing quickens, her moans moving an octave higher.

"Just like that... right there... don't stop, whatever you do don't stop," she commands.

Her grip on your neck tightens, her knuckles turning white where she's gripping the counter.

You ask her, "You gonna cum for me?"

"Mhm." Her face reflects her concentration.

"You gonna cum with me?"

"Mmmmmmmm, yes...!" Who knew a whisper could be so loud.

"I've wanted to fill you up for years."

"Do it! Give it all to me! Flood my pussy!" The words float out of her with a subdued excitement.

Quiet growls escape you as you unload your balls into Chelsea, each pump sending forth an immense wave of cum. She trembles and shakes, moaning like a bitch in heat as she reaches simultaneous orgasm. Your bodies seize in unity, hands and arms tightening like you're fusing into each other.

"Ah! Ah! Ow fuck, yes! Ohhhh!" She's finally getting loud enough for her voice to reach other rooms in the house.

Your pumps are staccato as you quickly fill her womb, forcing cum out from between her lips onto her thighs, shorts, and the floor with wet slaps. She forces her mouth onto yours, breathlessly sucking your face as she climaxes. She lets go only to breathe after several seconds of mouth-to-mouth, gasping hot air into your face as you do into hers.

You slow your thrusting as her shaking subsides and her grip relaxes. The hand on your neck moves down to her pussy, massaging her lips and spreading cum with her fingers. As you pull out of her, she cups her handing trying to catch as much of what's spilling out of her as possible. She puts her hand to her mouth, taking a taste.

"Fuck... that's actually really good."

"So I've been told. Want some more?" You motion to your messy cock. She turns to face you, giving you a passionate kiss while she grabs your shaft and collects the fluids on it. She likes taste test number two just as much.

"Shame about breakfast." She nods at the egg.

"At least we still have bacon," you say, stealing a strip.

"Well, we needed more eggs anyway. And seasonings. Be a dear and grab some from the store real quick?" She blinks with puppy eyes and pouty lips.

"Anything for you, sexy," you tell her, accompanied with a smack on her ass. She giggles and gives you another peck before lifting her shorts back up. They're starting to soak through between her legs. Funny, she hasn't fixed her shirt, opting to let her tits hang out. You get an idea.

"I like that look... you should wear shirts like that more often. And let your friends know they should too, start a new fashion trend."

She looks pensive for a moment. "Y'know, I kinda like the sound of that! Thanks for the idea."

"It's my absolute pleasure."

With that, you leave the kitchen to go throw on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top before walking out the door.