I fucked one of my line cooks after service on Saturday night. [MF]

First post here so be easy on me.

If you want to go straight to the fun stuff go to the ****

This happened about 3 years ago during our busy season at an upscale Italian restaurant in the Midwest.

I run restaurants for a living, I’ve been cooking since I was 15 and had worked my way up to executive chef of a few reputable establishments. If you’ve worked in the industry before you know just how cutthroat, high energy, and high tension it can be while working in close quarters with every different type of person imaginable.

I think Anthony Bourdain said it best – Few things are more beautiful to me than a bunch of thuggish, heavily tattooed line cooks moving around each other like ballerinas on a busy Saturday night. Seeing two guys who’d just as soon cut each other’s throats in their off hours moving in unison with grace and ease can be as uplifting as any chemical stimulant or organized religion.

It wasn’t just men though, every so often you’ll find a woman who thrives off of the atmosphere and adrenaline rush just like the rest of us crazy fucks. That woman, in this instance, was Brittney.

Now, I’m a bigger guy 6’2, 250 pounds, bearded, bald, full sleeve tattoos, and an above average size cock.

Brittney wasn’t exactly average, she was a Viking of a woman. 6’0, brown shoulder length hair, tattoos, THICK, at least DD size titties, a decent ass and god did she know how to bullshit and cock tease her way around the crew. She could dish it out and take it just as well.

This particular day had started pretty rough, my Sous chef was on vacation and another line cook called in sick, it was Saturday and we where booked solid for the night. It was just me, Brittney and a new guy on the line that night. She immediately started throwing shade at the new guy once the orders started flyin in, mostly just to see if he could handle the heat that comes with being in a busy, albeit small tight squeeze kind of kitchen. After she was done with him she started fucking with me but, not exactly the same way. Being the executive chef I wasn’t on the line cooking as much as I used to, so she was definitely taking full advantage of this opportunity while she had the chance.

Every time we had to slide past each other, whether it was to plate food or get something off of another station, she would slide her giant tits right in front of my face or poke her ass out just a little more than normal and then shoot me a quick wink, just so I knew it was on purpose. This accompanied with how hot it was in the kitchen had me hanging low with somewhat of a semi hardon goin.

As the night finally died down the kitchen was clean, the new guy had gone home and I was sitting At the bar finishing paper work for the night having a shift beer, out from the kitchen she comes to sit down for her own shift drink. The bartender hooks her up and she pulls up the seat right next to mine. We start bull shitting about how the night went, talk about how the new guy did, work stuff for the most part. The bartender finishes up and heads out. We continue to drink for a while longer and with more alcohol came more relaxed conversations.

She started talking about how she liked working with me on the line rather than my Sous chef because I was “quicker” with everything. To which I replied “I’m not quick with everything I do” and shot her back the same wink she had been giving me all night while we where busy. She laughed and said “ well if you work on the line more often maybe I’ll try something else next time”, I laughed it off not thinking much of it except for that voice in the back of me head going yes please!

She then got up, grabbed her stuff to leave, but as she walked past me she leaned down, grabbed my chin and pressed a soft kiss and licked my lips as we broke, as she walked through the bar doors. I sat there for a split second not knowing what to do, then both of my brain’s yelled “get up and go!” I sprinted through the doors and caught her right before she went out the back door.

****!

I grabbed her by her hand, turned her around, put my hand on the back of her neck and we kissed as though it had been coming for a long time.

She dropped her stuff and we immediately started to tear each other’s clothes off, all while making our way back into the prep area were there where no cameras. As I was pulling my pants off I looked up to see her peel off her sports bra to reveal her large perfect tits and pierced nipples, I couldn’t help myself to say “huh didn’t know you had those done” before I dove in and started lick and kissing and biting every inch of her chest.

It wasn’t long before she told me to stand up and take my boxers off. When I did, my now rock hard cock flopped out, veins pulsing with a glaze of pre cum on the tip. She pushed me back against the table hard, and knelt down in front of me and began to lick and suck every last drop of pre cum that escaped me, off of my hard sweaty cock. She then proceeded to give me the best blow job I have ever gotten in my entire life to this point, like the sloppy deep throat fucking her own face kind that you see in porn. It took every ounce of my being not to blow my load right there. I knew I couldn’t I needed to savor every minute of this, so I reluctantly pulled her up to me, turned her around and almost tore off her pants to reveal a skin tight blue/green thong. As I pulled her thong down I kissed her from her stomach down to her hips ever so slightly all the way down until I got to her already soaking wet pussy. Not clean shaven but well taken care of and shaved into a strip just the way I like it. I can’t help but to smother myself in between her thighs as she sits on the cold metal table against her warm juicy ass. The mix of sweat and pussy is intoxicating as she sits there moaning while she presses my face further into her.

Neither of us can take it anymore as she starts to quiver from an orgasm, I’ll I can hear is “ please fuck me! Please fuck my pussy already!”

We’ve both had enough foreplay at this point. She reaches up just above her head to grab the metal bar, kitchen utensils crash to the floor as she sticks her juicy ass towards me. Knowing I couldn’t possibly last long enough to enjoy this I don’t go full steam I start to slowly bury the head of my cock into her. She was more than ready, her pussy was so wet after easing the first few inches in she buried it to my balls in one quick motion. I grab a fist full of her hair and pull just a bit to try and reign in her pace. Seeing the arch of her back as I pulled her hair and started to pound her pussy a little faster made all of the bullshit of the worth it. I slapped her just hard enough to leave a hand print for to admire later on.

Knowing I can’t last much longer I pull her body close to mine, as I grab on to her beautiful tits I start hammering away at her pussy, her juices running down both of our legs she can tell I’m getting close to cumming. She starts screaming “ yes fuck my pussy, fuck me, fuck me, yes chef fuck me!” She and I both tried to contain our laughter after hearing what she was screaming.

Just as we got ahold of ourselves I knew I was past the point of no return and told her I was about to cum, she immediately backs off my bulging cock and kneels down to take me into her mouth all at once to finish me off and just as I start to cum she pulls my cock out of her mouth so I can rope 4 or 5 shots all over those beautiful tits. She then puts me back in her mouth to clean me off as I sit there stunned and out of breath.

After she’s done and cleans her self up she starts to put her clothes back on and she looks back at me one last time, winks and says “ you should work the line more often”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g3dfn7/i_fucked_one_of_my_line_cooks_after_service_on