Confessions of a [M] private chef (part 5) – the bachelorette party

I was prompted to write about this experience because of a bachelorette party for which I recently cooked. Not only did it jog my memory of the “gone-wild story” from several years ago, but this recent group was enthusiastic to hear about my x-rated chef experiences.

Let’s start there and rewind to a few weeks ago.

I drove to the middle of seemingly nowhere to a rented house on a small island to cook a bachelorette party. The recommendation came from an older, wealthy friend who I assumed passed along my name to guests of a similar cohort. Not the case at all.

When I arrived at the house, I was greeted by a woman who was much younger than I expected, and as I later learned the rest of the group was as well (mid-late 20’s). Not because of their age, but because of the balloons, inflatable penises, sparkly decorations, and two dildos on the dining room table, I knew this night would be…different.

As always, I don’t care who, what, when, where, or why, I never let my professional guard down until the principles do first. This was no exception.

The group came downstairs, a bit hungover from the previous night or two and barely made it through the first couple of courses. Once I gave them some pasta, I think they felt more comforted and nourished. One or two of the women kept calling me by the wrong name, and asked if I liked being called “Chef”. I had to laugh because I’ve had more than one or two women who found it a huge turn on to call me “Chef”, or while we were having sex. I hinted towards this and the floodgates opened from there (so maybe I slightly bent my own rules?) It was story time.

They poured me a glass of cheap champagne and I told them a PG-13 version of the night Kari and I fucked in front of her husband and his assistant (part 2), and about Caitlin (part 1). They passed the clear dildo around the table and could only ask a question if they were holding it. Two of the women (let’s call them Jessica and Cori because I can’t remember their names) in the group seemed much more interested in the details and other stories and were pretty much ignoring the “dildo rule”. Once story time and the meal were over, they played games and got ready to go in the hot tub as I cleaned up. Jessica and Cori would come into the kitchen to grab drinks. I stopped them and said if they were on reddit, I have these stories written out in much more detail. They were both excited to see snippets of them and said they would read them…who knows, they probably didn’t but if you did, hi!

I did tell them I had a bachelorette party experience, they wanted to know if I fucked the bride, how I shouldn’t fuck the bride at THIS party because the maid of honor was the groom’s sister, yadda yadda yadda…but we never got to that story. The night ended soon thereafter.

Rewind again to several years ago when I was just getting started with private events. I don’t know how I used to cook, serve, and clean for groups of 20 by myself, but I distinctly remember this was early enough in my private career that I did. I had been corresponding with the maid of honor, Alison, coming in from out of town to coordinate the party. I made appetizers, served a 4 or 5 course meal and somehow impressed them. This group was much more tame than the aforementioned. All in their early-mid 30’s while I was in my early-mid 20’s at the time. They weren’t boring by any means, but just not so obvious with the penis paraphernalia. The only time it got x-rated was when it was time for gifts. I saw sex toys and lingerie being opened, and heard many personal x-rated details while I kept my head down and did the dishes.

I cleaned up and left.

About 10-15 minutes later while I was driving, Alison called me: “Thank you so much! Everything was truly amazing. You kind of snuck out.”

Me: “Yeah, It’s a girls’ night so didn’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable.”

Alison: “Not at all. You should have stayed and hung out with us!”

Me: “If you weren’t joking, I’d take you up on that!” I said which I’m sure, came off as passive and reaching

Alison: “If you’re not too far away, come back!”

I pulled my handbrake like Baby Driver and was back at the party in 60 seconds.

Gifts were over and they were all scattered in the little bungalow living room, drinks in hand, having different conversations.

After talking to Alison, I learned she was a pastry chef back in her city so we began to talk about food, restaurants, careers, etc. She apologized on the groups behalf if I overheard anything inappropriate during gifts

“I wouldn’t be here if I was even slightly offended,” I said

I was handed a drink and a few women called me over to talk about the food. At that moment I did feel slightly stupid for coming back, wondering if the others were thinking “What the hell is he doing at our bachelorette party?” But fuck it, I began to hit it off with Courtney.

Courtney was the girl next door with a dark complexion, freckles, and a really cute smile. She was super fit and a little goofy, but reserved. Standing there in her high-waisted jeans, black heels, and low-cut flowy black blouse, she held her oversized wine glass with both hands, hips leaning to one side, and hair draped over shoulders onto her chest.

I stared right through the empty wine glass at her perfect tits. I couldn’t tell if there was a push up bra involved, or any bra for that matter…”Can I pour you another glass?”

I walk away, grab a bottle, and return to her sitting on the couch and legs crossed. She reaches out her glass with a little more effort than necessary and her tits jiggled with that motion. Cheesy move, but I presented her with the bottle, describe it as I pour it, and tell her to aerate as she sipped, pretending to be a French maitre’d with my worst accent.

Her eyes lock onto mine as she takes her first sip, gets goofy and makes the slurping sound as soon as the wine hits her lips, it dribbles down her chin and we crack up.

We talked for a while and the chemistry was thick. Others came to join us, but we were locked on each other. All the while, I was catching glances at her cleavage…smooth olive skin and perfectly round tits. Eventually we are mirandering our way around the house for a mini tour since the bride and groom to be recently renovated. Both pretending to care.

Wandering to a guest room with wine glasses in hand, she steps into the walk-in closet right beside the entrance to the room. I lean against the door frame while she rifles through some clothes, pulls out a dress and holds it up against her.

“Not your color” I say. She holds up a few more.

“You pick one” she says.

“None of these will fit me,” I joke as she rolls her eyes and laughs.

The details are fuzzy but I made a comment about how spectacular she looked and before I knew it we were making out in the doorway of the guest room with the rest of the party right downstairs.

My hands migrated to the small of her back as I bunched up her blouse; half of my hand on her skin with my fingertips an inch inside her jeans. A little deeper my fingers slid and I could feel the waist of her lacy underwear. Her left hand went up my shirt as she lightly clawed my abs.

I reach for her face, spread my fingers and grab the hair on the back of her head. With a firm but gentle jolt I pull her hair back and our lips separate.

“Ahh haaa” she laughs playfully and devilishly.

Her lips lunge back toward mine and I bite her lip, holding onto it with my teeth a little longer than “normal.”

Courtney reaches down with an open palm and rubs her hand on my cock over my jeans. I’m already hard as fuck right now with anticipation of whatever is going to happen next. Without actually gripping my shaft, she just keeps rubbing which I found weirdly hot.

I pull back from kissing, and with her hand resting still on my cock I reach for her shoulders and lower top. My mouth finally gets to come in contact with her perfect cleavage – what i’ve been pining for the entire night. As I kiss, I reach behind her and unhook her bra. I pull it off. Her blouse around her torso, I put her perky chocolate nipples in my mouth and nibble as her hands run through my hair.

At this point we semi-hide ourselves in the doorway of the walk-in closet. She’s fully inside facing out and I am standing in the door frame once again. Courtney pulls me up. Tits out, blouse down, jeans and heels on, and with no hesitation she drops to her knees. With a big smile on her face she quickly undoes the button to my jeans, lowers the zipper, and reaches in with both hands to whip out my cock.

There are few better feelings than that first skin-to-skin contact. Feeling her fingers wrapping around my shaft, she turns my dick to the side and licks from the back to the front and puts my head in her mouth in one sexy motion. Gripping the base tightly and stroking as her tongue continues to lick around me. Occasionally she would take my cock out of her mouth, stroke, or gently run the nail on her index finger up and down the vein underneath my shaft.

Taking her time, she bobbed her head back and forth on me, taking most of me in her mouth, and she definitely put her back into it. Not much was said by me nor her for the sake of not drawing attention. The occasional “Jesus fucking christ that feels good,” or “Your lips look so hot on me” crept out from under my breath, and “Mmmm” or “Oh my god, yes” or “Don’t stop” from Courtney.

It can take me a while to cum from blow jobs, but the fact that I was so fucking horny and her persistant stroking, sucking my head, and playing with my balls had me rolling my eyes in the back of my head and nearly passing out from pleasure as I felt the ethereal release of cum fill her mouth. Without a drop escaping, by the way. The music and chatter downstairs only added to the sensory overload of pleasure.

Courtney stayed on her knees and I got down on the ground behind her. Sitting on my knees with her back to my chest, I began to kiss the back of her neck while I played with her tits and brushed my hand down the center of her torso, undid her buttons and felt her soaking wet pussy lube my fingers.

I pulled my hand out from between her thighs and put a finger in her mouth. Then back down to play with her clit before I fingered her. She squirmed in my lap as she felt my breath on her neck and I nibbled her ear.

She let out the longest “Mmmmm” like she hadn’t been touched for quite some time.

The next part I was contemplating about writing because I know it’s not exactly responsible, but oh well. What happened happened and I don’t really care about judgement from (mostly) people I don’t know.
Courtney sat up and slid her jeans and panties down, grabbed my cock and lowered herself onto it. I slid so easily into her; she was so incredibly wet.
I was a little nervous that the floor was creaky in that old house and everyone could hear what we were doing upstairs, on the floor, in the closet.

She raised and lowered herself onto my dick and I was in love watching myself go in and out of her. She would lower herself, gyrate slightly, and sit back up. I wanted my hands on every part of her. I clawed her back, wrapped my arms around and massaged her tits, pinched her nipples, put my fingers in her mouth, and rubbed her clit while she rode my cock.

“Oh my god. Right there. Yes. Right there” by the haste in her movements and voice I knew she was close to cumming. I wrapped my left arm around her to hold her tight against my body, and choked her with my right hand.

She lowered herself once more taking my entire cock inside of her and moved her hips in a figure-8 before she let out an exhausted “mmmmmmm” and sank into me.

My cock was still wet and she stroked me until I came again.

Luckily we were in a closet and found a stack of folded towels, cleaned up, and tossed it in the hamper.

We got dressed and just looked at each other. Glowing. Laughing. Back downstairs we got a couple of stares, but I don’t think the rest of the group had any idea.

No bachelorette party has come close to this one, of course. Even the one a few weeks ago, I felt like I was a prop. Used as the rented chef and erotic story teller, but thoroughly enjoyed it.

Happy cooking,

Chef

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mg95pr/confessions_of_a_m_private_chef_part_5_the