Liuzza's (closed for Niceandbrutal)

[Niceandbrutal]

Oh. My. God!

Luigi had to contain himself. A part of him wanted to burst out laughing at her sweet mistake, almost undoing her jacket in front of the entire kitchen staff. She radiated raw and innocent lust at this point, and Luigi knew he could have used this opportunity to humiliate her if he so desired. But more than anything she needed encouragement and to be built up to gain the confidence needed in a chef.

He watched her work, his eyes transfixed and mesmerized by the constant motion of her breasts as she kneaded the dough in firm rolling motions. This was like an art installation to Luigi, and he wanted to applaud every time her working the dough squoshed her breasts together. It was beautiful.

At that moment, one of his assistants approached him with a question that couldn't wait. Luigi placed his hand gently on one of Brandi's hands and told her: "finish up the dough and wait for me here. I'll be a few minutes."

He needed to make a judgment call on the menu. They had enough ground beef for only one of the proposed dishes with that ingredient, and Luigi cursed up a storm. He spent a couple of minutes to resolve the issue, and then went around the kitchen to see that nothing else would come up of surprises.

Then he returned to Brandi. By now, the dough was done, and it looked acceptable. She was a good learner, but making pasta dough was nothing spectacular, though to get it as good as she did with this little tutoring showed real promise.

"Molto bene, Brandi," he told her quietly as he sampled the dough. It wasn't perfect, but it was pretty good. He added a little more oil and quickly and deftly made it into what he considered the perfect texture.

By now, the Liuzzas had gone home to solve the issue of WHO was supposed to run the family restaurant, and the office was empty. Luigi gestured for Brandi to follow him and he led her to the office and showed her inside.

He gestured for her to sit, and he stood in front of her leaning nonchalantly against the desk with his arms crossed. He made no attempt to conceal the bulge in his pants as he started talking.

"I think you have a talent for this, Brandi. I think that you, under the proper guidance, can become a bright culinary star. And if Liuzza's won't keep you on as a trainee chef, I'd be more than happy to take you," pause and a teasing smirk, "as a trainee in my organization."

He continued "I can promise you the best training I can offer, and you will be taught both italian and portuguese cuisine. I can also promise you hard work and long hours, stress and frustration, and colleagues who'd just as soon stab you in the back as aid you. This is a competitive, male dominated business. You will have to work harder to prove yourself to your other colleagues simply because of your age and your gender. It's unfair, I know."

Luigi stood up and walked towards her, stopping on the right side of the chair she was seated in. "I have faith in you, Brandi. Do you have faith in yourself? Do you know a good opportunity when you see it? Are you prepared to follow your instinct and your passion and seize any good opportunities coming your way?"

His hand almost imperceptibly touched her hair. He waited with bated breath for her reply, verbal or otherwise.

 

[brandijade]

Brandi forced herself to focus on the dough, ignoring Chef as best she could. She wanted to get it right, and she wasn't going to get it right by getting flustered. But, God, he had touched her chest. Yeah, yeah, passion comes from the heart. He had touched her chest, and it wasn't about the lesson. It was about touching her. She shook her head. She had to focus on the dough.

He put his hand over hers, excused himself. It was a relief to be left alone, not to feel the pressure of his scrutiny, and of her crush on him. It was getting to be far more than she could handle, and if something didn't happen soon, she wasn't sure she would be able to learn anything from him. That made her focus more intently on the dough, but it was there. She didn't want to overwork it, so she looked around her.

He was back, he praised her work, and she felt a bubble of pride welling up in her. Not pride exactly, but pleasure from his praise. Even when he added oil, she still had the feeling. When he finished with the dough, she felt it once more. That was perfection. That was her goal, every time.

Then she followed him into the office, heart racing. They were alone together, now. The dinner service was being handled by Liuzza's staff under his direction, and neither of them was needed right away. She sat where he pointed and waited for what would come next.

For a few seconds, he stood, leaning against the desk in front of her, and she looked up at him, waiting expectantly. It wasn't until the moment grew long enough to start being awkward that she looked down and saw the bulge in his pants. She gasped audibly, and her eyes opened wide. He began to talk.

She listened. He was offering her a chance to join his team. He was warning her it would be difficult, but she knew. She'd seen the show. She knew how hard it could be, how taxing, how draining. But it was what she wanted, more than anything else. Except one thing, she thought, as he came and stood beside her chair, his hard cock inches from her lips.

"Are you prepared to follow your instinct and your passion and seize any good opportunities coming your way?"

It didn't take a genius to know what he was talking about, and she licked her lips as she stared at the bulge. He wouldn't be her first, her body guaranteed her plenty of attention, but there was something different about him. He wasn't disguising his desire, but he wasn't overwhelmed by it. What happened now was up to her, and she bit her lip. This was new. But there was an opportunity, and her instinct was to seize it.

She caressed the bulge through his chef pants, feeling it's size, her eyes opening a little wide. She looked up at him as she eased his zipper down. Her hand slipped in, fingers wrapping around the root of his shaft and gently pulling his cock free.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

She did not disappoint him. Her hand reached out and caressed the now very pronounced bulge in his pants, sending a delighted shiver through his body. Luigi was fairly well endowed without having a monstrous cock, and he was proud to say that he'd yet to leave a woman wanting after sex.

Brandi had already showed initiative. She wasn't aggressive but neither did her action come across as timid. Good. Very good. Luigi was looking forward to see what they could do with their passions and their bodies together.

Her next step, though not unexpected, confirmed to him that her mind was in the right place. She looked up at him with those hungry sultry eyes as she gently unzipped his pants. Her soft hand reached inside and grasped his cock by its root, pulling it free of his boxers and out into the open.

Luigi watched as her thick luscious lips started gently exploring his tool, and-

There was a knock on the door. There was a GODDAMN knock on the GODDAMN door!

With a noise of frustration and regret, Luigi eased his penis away from Brandi. "Hold that thought, don't go anywhere," he demanded, as he quickly tucked his dick in and zipped up his pants before he went to answer the door.

Opening the door ajar, he looked out at the intruder with eyes staring daggers. A judgement call on the menu was needed. Luigi sighed in frustration, went over the menu rather brusquely, told the intruder to not disturb him unless the goddamn kitchen was on fire, and then slammed the door shut and locking it.

He turned to Brandi, still sporting a raging boner which he soon freed. "I want to taste you, Brandi! Undress, clear the desk, and lie down on top of it."

He was curious to see if she did it in the order he commanded her to.

 

[brandijade]

Brandi bit back a shriek of frustration at the knock, and sat still as Chef went to answer it, tucking his cock away. It was such a nice-looking cock, too. Long, thicker than any she had ever touched, red and veiny, it looked as fierce and passionate as the man it belonged to. She had barely kissed it when it was taken away from her, and when he came back, his mood had changed, again.

He pulled his cock out, and she leaned towards it, eager to show him what she could do. But instead "I want to taste you, Brandi! Undress, clear the desk, and lie down on top of it."

She stood up, and oh god, her legs were jelly. It wasn't that she didn't want him to lick her, but she wasn't in the least bit worried about whether he would satisfy her. She was nervous about her own performance. How many young, eager girls like her had their been? How many older, more talented sluts? How would she compare? Would he teach her patiently the way he did with the dough, or would he expect her to get everything just the way he liked it the first time?

She picked up a folder, turned to look for a place to set it, and then stopped.

Undress, clear the desk.

The order of things mattered in cooking. She dropped the folder back on the desk and blushed. Her fingers trembled as she undid the buttons on the jacket. She shrugged it off and then bent down to slip her shoes off. Her pants and panties went down in one smooth movement, baring her thick ass and her smooth mound, the lips of her pussy glistening with excitement.

She knew what the main attraction was, and she saved the bra for last. It was a simple, functional thing, but she slipped the straps off her shoulders before she reached back to unhook it. She held it to her chest with one hand as she slipped the other arm free, and then reversed the process. Then she flashed him a grin, and let it fall, revealing her massive, magnificent boobs. Her nipples were stiff, and she caressed the giant things for a moment before she looked at the desk.

There was nowhere to put anything, and after a moment, she just swept everything off, onto the floor behind the desk. She hopped up, then and lay back, her heart pounding.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Oh dear God! Watching her was like watching poetry in motion. She almost disobeyed him, but caught herself and followed his instructions to the letter. Good. Very good. She seemed flustered and horny, something that both pleased and flattered Luigi. He was, after all, easily twice her age, and famous chef or not, he never took his attraction for granted.

He watched with an increasing hunger as she undressed. Her ass alone would have had him singing praises to the Virgin Mary, but the way she knowingly teased with her boobs told him one thing: inside this seemingly shy and awkward girl there was a confident woman and chef waiting to burst out.

She took decisive action and cleared the desk with one swift impatient motion, much like Alexander the Great dealing with the Gordian knot. Luigi laughed at her decisiveness and admired the sight of her body as she climbed up on the desk and lay down.

He approached her slowly, savouring the sight of her young firm body waiting for him to help himself to the menu of all her carnal delights. She was flushed, the slit between her legs was glistening, and her fantastic breasts moved with every breath she took, stiff nipples puncturing the air.

"Oh, but you are magnificent," he muttered as he reached out and almost absentmindedly touched her right breast. It was surprisingly firm, yet soft and pliable at the same time. He let out a contented groan his hand ever so gently caressing her breast and nipple, adjusting his touch to her reactions.

"Don't hold back, Brandi. Let your body speak to me so that we can both enjoy this fully." He let his free hand roam over her flawless skin, circling painfully slowly towards her crotch as his other hand made her magnificent boobs his playthings.

"Open yourself to me, Brandi," he whispered, as his hand gently grazed her pubic bone and the beginning of her Venus mound. When she did, he noticed just how wet she was, and a wolfish smile spread across his face. He gently but firmly slipped first his middle finger inside her vagina, followed moments later by his ring finger while his other hand never stopped caressing her boobs.

As her arousal mounted he let go of her boobs and moved to the short end of the desk, his right hand never stopping its ministrations of her vagina, fingerfucking her with a slow, steady, and insistent pace. He leaned down and inhaled, savouring the smell of her aroused body as the pace of his hand quickened and he started making a his fingers curl up when he was at their deepest inside her.

He leaned closer and let his beard tickle the inside of her thighs before he gently licked and nibbled on that delectable soft flesh. And then, finally, a sharp contrast to his earlier approach, he engulfed her vulva with his mouth and started eagerly lapping up her jujces, paying close attention to her clitoris that at this point stood more or less erect.

He wanted to chase her through several orgasms before he entered her, the resulting increased sensitivity in her making the ride even more enjoyable for him. He was patient, she wasn't. He tried to take advantage of that, and so he waited to mount her until he'd sensed at least three distinct orgasms.

 

[brandijade]

It would take a true moron not to understand the way Brandi's body answered his touches. Her back arched as he touched her breasts, pushing them up into his hands, and moaned softly. Her eyes never left his, as she absorbed everything there was to learn about him with the eager interest of a fangirl with a deep crush.

"I won't hold back," she purred. She spread her legs as his hand neared her crotch, and she grinned at him. She didn't think she could hold back if she had wanted to at this point. She was so excited to have this idol touching her like this, exploring her body. It wasn't the frantic, desperate groping she had come to expect from men. As magnificent as he might find her naked body, he wasn't losing his mind with need. Maybe because he was older, or maybe it was just him.

His finger slid into her, finding her sopping and tight, and she cooed. Her hands went to grab her head, and her hips rocked in time to the strokes of his hand. A second finger followed the first, and soon he moved, letting go of her boobs and moving between her legs.

"Oh God, Chef," she moaned. "I want you so bad."

It never occurred to her that he wouldn't fuck her right away. His cock was hard, her pussy was wet, she was moaning for him. That was more invitation than most guys needed, in her experience. So when he leaned down to sniff her, and tickle her thigh with his beard, she wriggled excitedly, thinking every moment would be the one where he took her.

Instead, he started kissing her pussy. His tongue had barely flicked her clit when she had to cover her mouth to stifle her moans. Her body shuddered on the desk, and her thighs closed around his head, holding him there as she pushed her pussy against his face. She bucked and trembled, her fingers scrabbled against the wooden desktop. She didn't think she had ever cum that hard, and when the wave passed, she went limp, thighs splayed open, panting.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Luigi savoured every second of her sexual ecstacy. It was a truly beautiful moment of uninhibited raw passion, and he felt his erection all but tear through his pants.

To hell with his calculated approach! He had to have her and he had to have her now! He quickly and unceremoniously unzipped his pants and pulled them down just enough for the zipper not to chafe his dick or her crotch. Then he released his cock through the hole in his boxers, and it sprang out and stood at attention like a disciplined soldier.

He pulled her butt to the edge of the desk and positioned his cock at her opening. And then he pushed inside of her, gently but firmly.

He needed to pause for a second when he'd sunk in to the hilt, the sensation of being inside a tight young woman almost overwhelming him. A warm shudder of delight ran through him feeling the warm slickness that engulfed his member, and he smiled down at her. "Oh, but you are delicious," he whispered as her hips again started gyrating against him.

He pulled back and rammed back inside of her with greater force, enjoying the effect it had on her. He started fucking her at a good steady pace, conserving his strength and enjoying the feel of her wet tightness and her soft fleshy folds inside tickling his cockhead so deliciously.

Looking at her drove him wild. A lithe yet curvy body with impressive boobs that jiggled with the motion of their lovemaking, flushed soft skin, pushing against him, arching her back, biting down on her hands to stifle the loudest moans. It was beautiful. It drove him wild with desire.

He started ramming into her, his latin temper getting the better of him. He roughly grabbed her breasts and pounded her flesh so hard that the desk started scraping across the floor. He didn't care about the desk or the noise. All he could think of was sinking his tool into this marvelous young woman again and again and again.

He was getting close now. He set a furious pace, his mind a blur of lust, his whole body filled with arousal. The tickling on his cock traversed up his shaft and up his spine, radiating outwards in warm pulses until all he knew was her body, her moans driving him wild, and the sensation of his body humming with raw sexual pleasure.

And that tipped him over the edge. His dick swelled as his loins spasmed, and he shot his load inside of her, moaning loudly as his body spent his juices inside of her, his hips still pumping furiously into Brandi.

 

[brandijade]

She was cumming like she never had before, drowning in the way his mouth devoured her pussy, when he stopped. She stretched and shuddered and looked up at him, and then he dragged her to the corner of the desk and she heard his pants unzip. She grinned a horny grin at him, and reached up to pull her knees up to her chest, spreading herself wide for him. His cock slid into her, and her eyes rolled back. For a few strokes she couldn't breathe.

She was still cumming, and the sudden opening of her tight teen pussy by a cock like his was enough to make her lose all control. She wailed, not caring who heard, and her body thrashed wilding, feeling him inside her, waves of bliss crashing into her again and again. Everything beyond her body, and his cock stroking into her, seemed to disappear.

And then he was fucking her harder, his body slamming into hers, as if he knew she had been about to come down from the heights, and that only rough fucking would keep her there.

"YES!" she screamed, and then she felt him spasm, and she felt his cum spurting inside her, and she felt tears of pleasure streaming from her eyes. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she crushed her lips against his.

"Thank you," she moaned, kissing him fervently. "Thank you thank you thank you."

 

[Niceandbrutal]

He was engulfed in her soft embrace and shower of kisses. He kissed her back, enjoying her fresh and eager energy as they both gently and pleasantly came down from the sexual ecstacy they'd just shared.

"Thank YOU, Brandi. You have shown me how deep your passion goes and how intensely it runs in you. I believe you at one point will surpass me as a chef. Nothing would make me prouder."

He paused, catching his breath, looking at her magnificent body lying in front of him, still flushed from the passionate sex they'd just had, breasts still jiggling as she drew breaths of air.

He gently stroked her breasts with an almost tender smile on his face. "I believe teaching you will be one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. That is, if you're willing to work and learn... under me," he finished with a cheeky wink.

He'd been away from the kitchen for too long now. Even though he trusted his assistants he liked to keep an eye on things.

"Brandi, this was delicikus, and I don't want this to be a one time thing. But for now, I need to check on things. You should dress so we can leave the office together."

 

[brandijade]

Brandi grinned as he praised her, feeling giddy, like she was on some kind of drug.

"Of course, I'd love to do anything under you, or on top of you, or any other way you want me," she said, teasing, playful, happy. But she was beaming with pride that he thought she had enough potential to learn from him. She didn't want to think about the possibility that he was only giving her the job so he could use her. Even if that was it, she'd still get to learn from her idol. And she'd still get to fuck him.

When he pulled out and told he to get dressed, she nodded, sitting up and grabbing her pants and panties from the floor. She pulled them up snug, letting the mess they had made in her pussy to slowly soak through. She blushed as she put on her bra, remembering the show she had put on for him taking it off, and then remembering the interruption.

"Hey," she said. "I guess I owe you a blowjob, don't I?"

She took a piece of paper off the floor, and wrote "IOU" on it, then handed it to him. Finally, she put on the chef's jacket that flaunted her boobs so temptingly.

"Let's go," she said nervously, hoping nobody would suspect.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

The IOU for a blowjob was the final touch that convinced Luigi. This girl was definitely a keeper. He took the note and looked at it with a smile before folding it neatly and putting it in his pocket. "I'll hold you to it," he said, a teasing tone in his voice.

He went to the door and unlocked it. "I think it looks better if you leave first, Brandi. For now, I want you to keep making pasta. I'll be over to check on your work in a while. Go now," he said before adding, "and thank you for that delicious treat," and gently squeezed her boob.

He let go just as he opened the door for her. He watched her jiggle enticingly as she walked back out, trying to look composed. He followed after five minutes, having spent the time moving the desk back and putting stuff back up on it.

When he entered the kitchen again it was hopping with activity. His second in command, Billy-Bob E. Lee Portnoy, was holding the fort, his commands in his southern drawl ringing out loud and clear.

"...and y'all better sear the beef for the Spezzatino just like I showed you now, y'hear? Oh hey Chef!"

Luigi checked in with Chef Portnoy. Things were running with a few minor hiccups. Luigi took over the reins and for the next few hours busied himself fully to running the kitchen at Liuzza's. Whenever he could, he cast a glance at Brandi. The two of them fucking was not a license for her to slack off.

When things started to quiet down, he started ordering cleanup in preparation of closing down. Only then did he walk over to her and said "I think that's enough pasta for today. Lesson number one: Repeat a task until you can do it in your sleep, but never lose your love for the end product. Are you tired, querida?"

 

[brandijade]

Just a quick grope of her breast was all it took to get her going again. If only he'd pulled her back in the office, instead of ushering her out, she'd have done anything he wanted. Not that she was going to be refusing him anything, she thought. She was trying to walk normally, but her pussy wall all fucked and full of cum, and it was like she didn't know how to walk. Was she stiff? Was she walking like she just got fucked and creampied? Was anyone even paying attention.

She was absolutely blushing when she reached her station, and started the next batch of pasta. Less salt this time. The egg made her think of the cum that was leaking down her thighs now. As the flour began to stiffen she thought of Chef's cock. She kneaded the dough, fantasizing, trying to focus on the texture. Too gooey, a little more salt. A little more. Too much. Flour, oil, there. That felt right.

She set it aside, looking around.

As much as she wanted to call chef over, she was afraid she would give them away. She saw the one she had spoken to earlier, the southerner, and she called him over, shy, flustered. Did he know?

"Can you check and make sure this is good?" she said. "I think it...."

He plunged his hands in, gave an exploratory squeeze, and turned away, busy.

She barely heard him say "We can use it," which she took to mean good enough. As it looked like all the pasta dishes were going out with fresh pasta, she started another batch. She was starting to feel the weariness in her arms from the kneading, and she told herself to push through. She needed to get strong, get tough, but not lose her appreciation of the sensuality of the task.

By the end of the night, her arms and hands were basically cooked noodles. Only sheer force of will, fired by her determination to please chef, kept her going, and she nearly cried when chef Portnoy took her second to last batch and tossed it in the trash without a word. She was pretty sure she had overworked it, but she gritted her teeth and started again.

"I think that's enough pasta for today. Lesson number one: Repeat a task until you can do it in your sleep, but never lose your love for the end product. Are you tired, querida?"

Suddenly, she wasn't tired anymore.

"No," she said. And then her body rebelled. Her arms throbbed. Her feet throbbed. Even her shoulders. She gave a breathless, worried laugh. "I mean, yes. My... my arms and feet are killing me, but I'll help with the clean up."

She wanted him to see she was a team player, that she wasn't going to ask for any special treatment. As far as she was concerned, her boss's cock was a bonus, not an excuse.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"I mean, yes. My... my arms and feet are killing me, but I'll help with the clean up."

Luigi nodded with approval. Making pasta was one of the most boring, repetitive, and hard tasks in the kitchen, and it was a test Luigi submitted all the new trainees to. Brandi had just passed with flying colours.

"Let that rest for now, Brandi. You have worked very hard, and you deserve a rest." He moved around to her back and rested his hands on her shoulders. The muscles were hard as steel.

"Don't flinch, querida. This may hurt. But it's worth it." And he started massaging her shoulders and neck. "Just relax, Brandi. Tomorrow you will be on lighter duty. We all take pasta duty in turn. Be proud that more than half of the dishes tonight went out with your pasta. But don't get swollen in the head. Tomorrow you will face a new challenge."

He continued the massage, feeling her relax in his arms. And he felt something stiffen on his end, being this close to her, smelling her, touching her. Judging by her flushed skin and squirmy motions, Luigi wasn't the only one remembering their tryst in the office.

Clearing his throat, he leaned in close and whispered in her ear: "I'd like to see you again in my office, if you're not too tired." And he was standing so close that his erection pressed against her thigh through his pants.

With that, he slowly released his grip on her and stepped away. He whispered "10 minutes", and went to speak with Portnoy. He gave a few hurried instructions, and Portnoy nodded.

Then he went into the office and waited.

 

[brandijade]

His hands on her shoulders were magic. Maybe it was just him, but the aches in her body seemed to disappear while he touched her. Until she shifted her feel to steady herself. Then she felt them. She wanted to bend forward, rest her elbows on the stainless steel prep table, let him grind against her ass as he massaged her. She blushed, looking around, wondering what the rest of the staff thought of him massaging her. Had he done the same for others?

As much as she liked him, the thing that made her turn to look at him was hearing that her pasta had gone out. Apparently it had been acceptable and had been used. She grinned at him, over her shoulder. She was proud, but she didn't strut or preen. He didn't say it, of course, but she knew making pasta was simple. It was nothing any serious chef would crow about. He was teaching her to take pride in the simple things, but not to be too proud.

"Thank you, Chef," she whispered. She wanted to tell him so much more, but she couldn't think of the words.

Then he was pressing himself against her, telling her to meet him in the office. Her face fell when he said ten minutes. How was she going to wait that long? She wanted him now. But she pulled herself together.

"I'm not too tired," she answered. "See you in ten."

She did help with the cleaning. The table she had been working on was a mess of flour, salt, oil and egg, more or less transformed into dough, more or less dry and hard. She scrubbed it, though her arms felt weak. That was part of the reason she was out of breath when she came into the office ten minutes later.

She closed the door behind her and crossed the room, stopping before she reached him. She wanted to jump him, but she didn't. She frowned, puzzled by her restraint. Why was she holding back? Because he was the boss. He was in control. If she just walked in and started making out with him, she would be overstepping. She scowled, not from anger but thought. This was new.

"I'm here," she said. "I'm ready."

Before, power in sex had only extended to holding a guy off until she could say yes without everyone talking about what a slut she was. This was very different. She didn't quite understand it. As she stood, attempting to be patient, she found she liked it.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Luigi watched her enter the office, flustered and short of breath. She approached him, her hips swaying and her breasts jiggling hypnotically. Luigi had to restrain himself not to jump her bones right away. He wanted to see if- ah, she'd stopped.

"I'm here," she said. "I'm ready."

Excellent. She was submitting to him, relenting control and initiative to him. He wondered how far he could push this. On the one hand, a voluptuous young beauty at his beck and call seemed like every warmblooded straight man's dream come true. On the other hand, he didn't want to break her, as it were, to be that woman. She'd have to WANT to be that woman. Should he flat out ask her? No, that could very well ruin the magic. He'd have to play it by ear.

He got up and moved out from behind the desk and told her simply: "Don't move." It was said in a flat and almost friendly tone, but it was unmistakably a command. He walked over to the door and locked it. Then he walked back to her, positioning himself behind her. "Keep your eyes forward, Brandi," he told her with the same tone of voice, though it was tinged with horniness.

He let his hands run down from her shoulders to her hips, enjoying the feeling of her soft and firm body through her work clothes. Speaking of...

"Brandi, I want you to take off your jacket for me now, please. When you've done that, place it on the desk please, and remain standing in front of the desk."

He waited with bated breath to see if she was willing to go along with the power play he'd just started with her.

 

[brandijade]

When he walked to her, she smiled, and instinctively pushed her chest out towards him. When he walked past her, she started to turn. Had she left the door open?

"Don't move," he said. She faced forward, hyper aware of him behind her. She heard him lock the door, and shivered with excitement. She waited for him to tell her what he wanted, and gave a soft sigh of pleasure when she felt his hands on her.

"Brandi, I want you to take off your jacket for me now, please. When you've done that, place it on the desk please, and remain standing in front of the desk."

She did as he said. As she stood in front of the desk, she bit her lip. This was different. This afternoon, they had been swept up by passion, he had wanted her naked, and then he had wanted her. Now, it was more like a high school science lab. Do this, exactly this, and nothing more. Then wait.

He was Chef Luigi da Silva, and she would do whatever he wanted, even an actual high school science lab. She wanted to learn from him, and she wanted so desperately to please him, but if cooking was about sensuality and passion, shouldn't sex be even more so?

 

[Niceandbrutal]

She obeyed, but Luigi picked up a slight reluctance in her movements. Maybe it frightened her to be commanded like this, maybe she didn't want to be passive, a piece of meat to be toyed with without her having any say.

Luigi moved around and stood so she could see him. He picked up the jacket and told her, "This jacket is too old, I think," before tearing off a strip of it with little effort. "You can trust me, Brandi. I am not going to hurt you."

And with that, he wrapped the strip of cloth over her eyes and tied it off in the back of her head. He whispered in her ear, "no harm will come to you, Brandi," as he slowly unclasped her bra.

Her boobs hadn't grown any less magnificent since last he'd seen them, and he let out a groan as they were freed from their constricting prison. Madonna Mia, but they were wonderful! He placed his hands on the outside of them and gently cupped and caressed them. He sighed almost reverently as he felt their weight and soft fullness in his hands while his thumbs almost distractedly caressed the already stiff nipples.

He gave in to temptation and licked the nipples, one at a time, marveling again at the simultaneous softness and hardness of them. His tongue circled them before he started flicking them, taking turns with each breast, gently kneading them with his hands all the while.

Then, while his mouth greedily continued devouring her boobs, his hands got busy with her pants, all but tearing open button and zipper before tearing them down her shapely legs.

His mouth now started trailing down her tummy, all sense of restraint and moderation forgotten as he licked and kissed her soft skin, leading him inevitably to her panties. He gently pulled them off, letting his tongue trail right after the elastic until he hit the top of her vulva. He paused to pull her panties down and then guided her to the desk after helping her free herself from her shoes, socks, pants, and panties.

Luigi had many scenarios roaming through his head, but raw insatiable lust overcame him. He pushed her forward so her upper body rested on the desk, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. He was as hard and eager as an 18 year old hormone storm of a boy, and he didn't dawdle. He placed the head of his dick at her opening and started fucking her with abandon.