Up your pretty little bum

The fat cook smothers you with his beery kisses and lifts you up by your waist. You throw your legs around him and part your lips as his tongue roams over yours. He pushes you back, sitting your little bum on his chopping block and unfastening his trousers with one pudgy hand. You join him in the act, lifting the folds of your skirt and pulling aside the damp front of your panties.

"Oh, no, no, no," the chef clucks and slides you towards him on the cutting board so that your bum is hanging over the edge.

He roughly yanks your panties all the way up your thighs, almost to your knees which are up in the air and knocking together as the chef manhandles you with surprising strength. The peach of your ass rests in the palm of his hand.

"Just a little dollop of lard ought be enough," he says and licks his lips.

With his free hand he dips his fingers into the bin of animal fat and returns with a white lump of the grease. You gasp as the chef applies it liberally to the crack of your ass and smears it in particularly over your dainty little hole.

"My dear," he says, looking down at you and lining himself up, "allow me to introduce you to a dish...ahh...I like to call..."

You can feel the head of his cock nestle against your asshole.

"...stuffed round."

His greased prick pushes at your hole and overwhelms your muscles, forcing its way through the tight ring of your ass and deep inside you. With a groan he buries himself in you to the hilt.

"Tight as...ahh...a goose neck."

The cook fucks in and out of you as pots boil and fires smoke. His cock is like a spear impaling your cheeks and the uncomfortable position pains your back, yet you enjoy the sensation of the cook's veiny prick working in and out. The cook lifts your blouse to watch your breasts jiggle with each of his thrusts. You moan and begin frigging yourself, first teasing just your clit and then finger-fucking yourself in time to the cook's thrusting sausage.

"I feel, oooh, positively stuffed," you gasp, the increasing **** of the cook's thrusts shaking the chopping block and knocking over spices.

"My dear," the chef looms above you, sweat dripping from his florid jowls as his cockmeat slaps in and out of your ass, "I promise you, this meal is served with a delicious...ahhh...cream sauce. How would you...ah...like it served?"

You cry out with pleasure and pinch your straining nipples. You're so close to cumming. The chef must be nearly ready to serve his "cream sauce" as well, judging by the swollen pole ramming your rear. Best make your order while the kitchen is open!