The Head of the Kitchen

Activities were abound throughout camp. No one noticed me walking down to the dining hall. I slipped in the back door. At least I tried to slip in, but the spring was set so tight the door slammed against the frame alerting the whole kitchen of an intruder.

A blonde Russian girl looked up from cutting vegetables. She wasn’t really Russian that’s just what we called them. I think she was Ukrainian or Czech or Slav. Either way she had blue eyes, and hands that always touched me when we spoke.

“What are you doing here? We heard you were fired.”

“I was,” I say, not telling the whole truth, “I’m hiding out. Can you help me get some food?”

“Anything you want. Anything.”

She pushes me back into the walk-in fridge. Closes the door behind us. Luckily it has one of those glow-in-the-dark buttons we can push to get out.

“Look round. Take what you want.”

She dropped to her knees before me.

Before I could even tell if it was zucchini or cucumbers, she had my dick in my mouth. That didn’t stop her from talking.

“We thought you were gone.

“Thank god you are back.

“I thought I missed out.”

I leaned back on the shelves, the cold bit into my arms. I watched myself harden in her mouth. She was enthusiastic with her blowjob. I think feel her teeth once which was impressive. She gripped me with one hand while she sucked; the other was buried in her shirts fingering herself.

This girl had talent. Too bad it was wasted cutting vegetables in a job that paid less than minimum wage.

Either when I was hard enough or she was wet enough, she stood up and pulled down her shorts. Bent right over in the walk-in fridge, her fuzzy peach ready to be smashed.

I didn’t need another invitation.

I pushed my cock into her hot waiting pussy. The chill on my skill, the heat on my cock. It couldn’t feel any better. I prayed the fridge muffled her moans. It didn’t. She screamed my name. She wanted all the other kitchen girls to know who was fucking her. It made me fuck her harder. My ego wanted them to hear what I was doing to her.

The legend grew.

I gripped her hips and came inside her. I wasn’t thinking.

Outside the fridge, she made me a sandwich. The other girls were looking, waiting their turn.

Dumbly I said, “Come by the barn for a ride.”

I didn’t expect the invitation to spread around camp.

I didn’t know how the market grew for me. When supply is scarce, demand skyrockets. Amanda could’ve taught me that.

After my sandwich, I snuck back up to the barn. When I opened the door, I already had someone waiting in my cot for me.