A [F]inal fuck before [M]oving [Long]

Time for rounds four. Ding!

So some time after the last story, I’d gotten some good news and in around a months time I’d be moving further North (about four hours away from my parents home). I was going to be working in a decent hotel and there was plenty of room for advancement, also it was far enough away from my family that they’d be able to visit but not without making plans. Perfect! The only catch was that I couldn’t start for a month, as I was starting as soon as the new head chef did and he was bringing in a whole new team and didn’t want them mixing with the old team. Kitchen politics!

Still that meant I had about two weeks left of my current job as I needed time to get things sorted and actually move up there, not to mention find a house to rent for a decent price. However that could all wait till I’d finished my current job. At the time I was working in a medium sized hotel restaurant, nothing amazing but it paid the bills and at the time they were giving me decent pay too (which was good because I’d need it to move!). Though as most people do when they’re leaving a job I slowed down a bit and started searching for places to live on my downtime. The boss didn’t mind really, I’d taken the job as a favour until I had something better, he was a decent bloke and knew my time was up. Even better he gave me an old fridge/freezer (once I found somewhere to rent and then found out it was unfurnished! Having to furnish a small cottage is a costly project!). However I’m digressing when all you guys want to hear about is sex!

Whilst I was working at this hotel I met David. He didn’t actually work as a chef in the hotel but was an agency chef that the boss used from time to time when we were busy. We’d usually see him for a couple of days every two weeks. David was just over six foot tall and broad shouldered, fairly muscled but not over the top. Unusually for a chef he didn’t have tattoos or piercings . He was tidy rather than overtly handsome, with his hair cut very short and a trimmed beard. Though he was usually quiet and professional he had a dry sense of humour and would be the first to crack a joke and certainly didn’t take himself too seriously. At twenty-six he seemed much more respectful and mature than a lot of my colleagues, not to mention he had his own house, unheard of at that age for most chefs piss away their money!

As I was nearing the end of my time at the hotel David walked over to my section as I was looking through my phone for places to live. Leaning against the counter he began to chat to me about renting in his deep voice, offering some much appreciated advice. After asking where I was moving he offered to make some calls because he knew people in the area (Agency chefs often travel around the country). This surprised me, whilst David was never rude or aloof he rarely made more than small talk with anyone despite some of the waitress trying a little too hard. Though he always seemed oblivious. After thanking him and accepting his offer of help he walked back over to his station and continued his work, leaving me to completely forget about his offer.

A few days later the head chef called me into his office and told me that David was on the phone for me. Perplexed I answered it. “Hiya darlin,” spoke David’s rough voice and though I knew it shouldn’t, that deep voice and calling me ‘Darling’ just had me melting for a second before he continued: “One of my mates where you’re moving, his parents have got an empty annex on their property. Sad news is that they were gonna have his nan move in with them but she didn’t make it that far. Apparently it’s small but nice and private. Not to mention cheap. I think I’d be about half an hour from where you’re working? Want me to get you some pictures? I think they’d prefer to rent it to a woman rather than some smelly lad.” Before the call I’d forgotten about his offer and thought it was just something he said a little gobsmacked I said “Sure! Thanks so much David, I really appreciate it!” Hoping I didn’t sound too stupid “No worries, you can buy me a beer if it all works out.” Remembering that a few of my colleagues were going out the next night I invited him along and took the numbers to contact the owners of the annex.

On my break I took the opportunity to look at the pictures of the house that David sent over and saw not only was it ideal but lovely. More of a studio than cottage it was small but that made it easier for me to look after, all I’d really need was a futon or something. It really was in its own little world too, though part of the main house it had its own parking and entrance not to mention a little low maintenance garden. I quickly called the information to see if it was available and after talking to the owner me and her really got on, and after making arrangements it seemed like I’d gotten somewhere to live!

So the next night after work we’d retired to a nearby pub because I’m so classy I was wearing some ripped jeans and a purple vest top, it was after work so we were all a mess and could probably do with a shower and scrub but still. After the first few rounds and varying degrees of who’s got a bigger dick in walked David. Wearing nice jeans and a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up he looked a hell of a lot better than any of us, and when he walked over and greeted us smelled a lot better too! “Heya kids,” he grinned tossing his jacket across a chair and shaking a few hands, and tossing a couple of glib remarks to the commis chef who was already almost passed out. I smiled at him and reminded him of my offer to buy him a drink, we made our way to the bar across the sticky carpet.

Now for those who aren’t chefs or don’t know any, I should probably explain. I’m sure it’s more than possible for a team of chefs to go out and have a beer and then head home. It might have even happened a few times. However it’s far more likely that when a chef begins drinking with his fellows, it continues. Suddenly one drink turns into ten and after I’d bought David a beer he pulled out his wallet and bought several rounds of shots for the team. That was my first inkling that tonight may end up a little messy.

Several hours later at well past midnight, after a few too many drinks and some dancing we were all saying our goodbyes outside the only club that had let us in dressed as we were. I was a little tipsy and though he didn’t show it David must have been as well, turns out he was a big drinker and most of the others had suffered keeping up with him. He was tossing chefs into taxis and getting them home, I’d been holding onto one of the few waitresses who’d joined us because she was attempting to wonder off. After putting her in with her friends and sending them on their way it was me and David. He asked me where I live and did I need a taxi, he was going to walk home as it wasn’t too far from his house.

Now I could have pretend that I was drunk. Or that I wanted to repay him for the help. Honesty I just wanted a fuck. Stepping into his personal space I looked up at him “Or I could just come home with you?” He paused, I don’t think he was expecting that and whilst he briefly hesitated I saw the hunger in his eyes “Sure, if that’s what you want?” He asked stepping closer. His rough hands touched and rested on my waist as he lent down. His rough lips tasting of alcohol captured mine as I wrapped my arms around his neck, him almost picking me up to kiss me.

I don’t remember much about walking back to his place, only glimpses of stolen kisses and gropes. At one point I think I flashed him and at another he cupped my pussy through my jeans as he kissed me. Once we were at his house he unlocked the door and I followed him inside – suddenly a little nervous. He left me in the living room and grabbed us both a glass of water, we both sat on his couch to drink it. Once I was done he took my glass and put it aside before pulling me firmly into his lap, I gasped lightly as I straddled him and he used that opportunity to kiss me again, this time deeper and hungrier. His large hands grabbing firmly onto my ass and stroking softly. His hands moved to my waist as we made out. His fingers stroking under my top as I began to work my hips ever so slightly causing my jeans to press deliciously against my pussy.

Quickly he drew my vest top over my head and I reached behind me to release my bra. Pulling away from my lips he kissed my bare breasts as one hand grabbed them roughly making me groan as his rough hands and short beard tickled my skin and felt wonderful. Taking a nipple into his mouth his hand released my breasts and held me firmly at the small of my back, whilst his right hand unbuttoned my jeans. It was too awkward an angle so I slid off him briefly and stripped naked before straddling him again, he wasted no time and began to circle my clit with his fingers as we kissed. My hands began to unbutton his shirt clumsily as his fingers felt too good, not to mention I was about to fuck a virtual stranger. He moved me whilst we kissed so I was sitting sideways on his lap with my legs spread, he slipped his large finger into me and began to quickly fuck me with his fingers my body easily manipulated by his big hand and strength. I broke our kiss as I gasped and moaned he immediately kissed and nibbled at my shoulder as I squirmed on his lap “Fuck! I’m gonna cum if you don’t slow down!” I cried. Barely pausing, David all but shrugged and said “I want you to cum.” His gruff voice combined with the fingering set off my orgasm. I began to move and jerk my hips with his fingers, my one arm looped around his shoulders and held on tight as I whimpered in pleasure.

Pulling his fingers free and gently stroking my pussy as I recovered, David quickly stood and picked me up, turning and placing me gently onto the sofa and stripping naked. Without prompting I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. It was decently sized and thick he also shaved it bare, including his balls. Plenty big enough for me but not too big that it was difficult to suck on. After working my way down his length I pulled back and licked the tip not looking up at him but more transfixed by his cock. Taking his balls gently in one hand and ever so slowly rolling them about my palm my other hand held his cock steady as my head bounced enthusiastically on the swollen appendage. Pushing his cock up against his stomach I licked up and down the length of it before sucking one of his smooth balls into my mouth sucking ever so gently. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up “Please stop, or I’ll cum.” He said apologetically before grabbing a condom and sliding it onto his cock.

I smiled at him and stood, walking to the centre of his living room I knelt down and bent over presenting my soaking pussy to him as my knees and hands sunk into his thick carpet. As he adjusted himself behind me and placed his hot throbbing cock against me I put my hand against his thigh stopping him for a second “Go slow at first. Ok?” He agreed and I once more braced myself against the carpet. I felt him start to enter me his cock forcing me open as he gently slide inside with a groan of pleasure. I could feel myself tighten around his cock and lowered my hand to play with my clit to make it feel even better. I made myself relax and once he was completely inside me he held onto my waist tightly and began to slowly fuck me. His cock slowly withdrawing until almost the tip before sliding back inside, not nearly enough to make me cum but such a wonderful tease and it wasn’t long before he had me an absolute moaning mess begging him to fuck me harder. His thighs slapped loudly against mine as he began to pound me his smooth balls occasionally slapping against my dripping pussy. I began to match his strokes and shove my ass back against him causing his cock to pleasure me completely. Furiously rubbing my clit, my pussy clamped around his cock as I came, shrieking in pleasure. I slumped forward off his cock and gathered my momentarily shattered mind.

Looking back I saw David grinning broadly at my reaction and my competitive edge came to light. I pushed him onto his back and after spitting on his condom covered cock I straddled him with my knees on the floor sliding him back inside me as I lowered myself onto him. I slowly rode his cock adjusting for the new position before pressing myself against his chest, my breasts squishing against him. I kissed him as I humped his cock with my lower body. Immediately his hands grabbed my ass and arching his back lightly he began to roughly fuck me. His one hand creeping up my back and griping my neck firmly from behind, he held me against his shoulder as he almost violently pounded my pussy. All I could do is gasp and moan as he fucked me silly, my eyes wide and mouth all but drooling as he gave me what I so desperately needed. His hand on my ass gripped me hard as he continued his efforts to ruin me, but he couldn’t continue. I pushed away from him and forced him to lie flat as I wildly bounced on his dick hands braced on his chest and I rode him with almost the intensity that he’d shown moments before. His hands grasped my jiggling breasts and held them steady and once more I cried out loud enough for his neighbours to be concerned. That wonderful moment of relief and bliss.

Realising he was still hard I directed him to the sofa and knelt between his legs, pushing my breasts against his thighs I pulled the condom free and took his cock into my mouth again sucking enthusiastically and slobbering down his length. Licking his tip before bobbing my head up and down the straining dick. My hand returning to his balls softly stroking and caressing them. I paused my bobbing to shove as much of his dick into my mouth as I could feeling it nudge my gag reflex, struggling on my eyes began to water and I had to pull back and gasp some air before resuming my sucking. Soon after that, David groaned “Tash, I’m gonna cum!” I just nodded and continued. I’ve always swallowed. Moaning with my full mouth as I felt the first twitch and flood of cum, I swallowed that first load and held just the tip of his cock in my mouth caressing his balls with one hand and stroking his length with the other. Milking him into my mouth. A few spurts followed the first and I slowed my stroking as his cock began to soften.

We relaxed for a while reveling in the post orgasm bliss before the real world crashes down again. Being the nice guy he was he offered me a chance to stay the night but I asked him instead for a chance to use his shower and if he could call me a taxi home. With wet hair I left his home and shared a glance with a far too knowledgeable taxi driver, I quickly snuck into my parents house and grabbed my uniform, before hopping back into the taxi and heading to the hotel, it was only a few hours before the start of my shift and if I was lucky I could crash in the office for a few hours, if not there’s always coffee.

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