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A Cook's Whore

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Working at Le Boulanger a top restaurant in the city is not for the faint of heart. For a chef the hours are brutally long, the pace is relentless and the heat in the kitchen is energy draining. For a server dealing with demands of discerning guests while maintaining poise cannot always be justified for a tip. The center of this maelstrom is the kitchen line, on one side the chefs on the other servers. It is here where tempers often flare. “Where’s that fucken appetizer cries a server? “

The response from a chef is equally as brutal.

“Go fuck yourself you cunt! These things take time”

Imagine trying to feed 400 dinner guests on a Saturday night who all made reservations at 7:30. Tensions often rise in the kitchen. The all male chef brigade in their bravado cannot take the demands the all female service staff make on them. The head chef Angelo is as arrogant and as surly as they come. A large brash man, who’s years in the kitchen dealing with these “tip loving whores” has little patience for insubordination, what the chef says goes. Angelo’s right hand man is Ian; together they run this well-oiled machine like leaders of a prison gang. Physical punishment here is not unheard of, if a cook messes up a slap on the head is not out of line. When a server drops a plate and it has to be done over, both Angelo and Ian tag team the offender with sexually charged insults until they quit, cry or apologize.

It was about 11pm on a Saturday night. All the reservations had eaten and the kithen was being cleaned. Angelo and Ian were going over the night’s events just to discuss what dishes sold and what didn’t. It was then that Claire the dining room captain interrupted their conversation. Claire was an avid rock climber who’s muscular physique was compacted on her barely 5 foot body. She stood erect naturally like a gymnast who just landed off a jump from the parallel bars. As she stood almost in between the chefs, she undid her tie and the tip button of her white blouse. Her ample breasts seemed to want to pop out of her taught shirt. She undid her ponytail and shook her head, her long fiery shoulder length hair swayed back and forth, the scent of vanilla conditioner filled the hot kitchen air. With her tiny voice that she often forced several octaves down to emphasize her authority she said to both chefs,

“You guys seemed kinda slow tonight, some guests complained”

Angelo and Ian came back simultaneously,

“What the fuck do you know you cunt? Get out of here!” “Claire you need to get fucked, you’re too uptight”.

Claire was used to the chef’s boorish behavior. She seemed unfazed by their tempers, and responded

“Ok, whatever you guys say, you were slow, remember, you even yelled at Frank for taking too long with the desserts”

Angelo and Ian obviously revealing the truth had a quick chuckle. Trish then left the kitchen and headed down the stairs to the locker rooms. After a few more minutes of discussion, the chefs headed in the same direction.

The locker room was more of a storage room at Le Boulanger. Cases of tomatoes, olive oil and other nonperishable items were stacked throughout. Clothes and other personal effects were strewn on the foodstuffs, and empty milk crates served as stools. Angelo and Ian entered the room to find Claire in her thong and athletic bra. Her stomach was tight and when relaxed still had traces of a six – pack. Her thighs were small yet muscular, the sweep added to the fullness of her hamstrings. Her ass was round and bulbous, it looker as if she held it in a constant flex. She had her white running shoes on as to avoid the grease and grime the kitchen crew tracked in.

It was not a big deal to see her in this state, it happened a dozen times before it was the only change room. Angelo then said to Claire,

“You were right, some of the boys were slow today”

Claire responder

“You were right too, I need to get fucked, it has been too long”

Claire ran her hands over her body as if to present it and said,

“With a body like this, I should be getting laid”

Angelo laughed and said,

“I’m hot too, if I wasn’t me ….man I’d be all over me”

Ian burst out in a cackle. It was then Claire took off her top and headed toward Ian. She cupped her firm breasts with one hand grabbed the back of his head. Without hesitation Ian suckled her tit. In astonishment Angelo stood stunned and in silence. Claire then looked at Angelo and said,

“Are ready to go head to head chefs”

Angelo knew what she was talking about. He took off his chef pants and jacket and stood to Claire’s side. Claire then got on her knees and took in Angelo’s throbbing member in her mouth. Ian followed Angelo’s lead and took off his clothes. Clare took Ian’s cock in her hand and Angelo’s in another. She licked her lips and gritted her teeth and held both now hard dicks in her hand stroking them affectionately. She smiled, revealing a wonky tooth that didn’t detract from her doll like face. She expertly alternated between sucking one chef then another. Without missing a beat she would spit on one cock to lube it and pump the shaft of another. With both hands Claire pulled the boys in and put the heads of both chefs in her mouth. For a lady of her diminutive size she was able to fit quite a bit of cock. Angelo moaned and said to Ian,

Hey buddy, you like going head to head”

They all blurted out laughing. Claire then stood up and pulled down her black thong. It seemed to cling off her sweaty behind. She then placed herself on all fours on a stack of 100lb flour bags. Ian placed himself in front of her and instinctively she grabbed his cock and slurped away. She flicked her tongue at the head of his penis coating it with saliva. A little pre-cum bridged from her mouth to the tip of his cocking. Angelo worked her from behind. He spit on her already slightly gaped asshole and fingered her sopping wet pussy. The sticky sounds of Angelo’s fingers ramming Claire’s warm wet tight pussy got louder as Angelo started thrusting harder and harder. Claire moaned in pleasure with Ian’s cock still in her mouth. Ian grabbed Claire’s long red hair and pulled it up and down forcing her to deep throat him. She gurgled slightly as he hit her gag reflex.

“uhhh mmmm, what a fucken cock fest, I needed this so bad, put your goddamned cock in me Angelo” said Claire.

Without warning Angelo grabbed a bottle of olive oil and poured it over Claire’s ass. The thick golden liquid shined off he bare butt. In a joking manner Ian yelled,

“Angelo, that stuff costs $25 bucks a bottle, use the canola oil instead”

Angelo then shoved the head of his cock into Claire’s ass. He knew she had done this before, her anus opened to accommodate his member. She bared down hard and in the process almost bit Ian’s nuts. Increasing in speed Angelo grabbed hold of Claire’s hips and pulled her back and fourth hard. She moaned and pleasure and pain. She cried out, “Fuck my ass you nasty dick, fuck me!”

Her head move back and fourth with tremendous force. She tried to blow Ian but could not keep up with the motion, even squaring Ian with the top of head. Ian fell down onto a couple of empty boxes and held himself in pain. Claire was now meeting with Angelo’s thrusts. The sound of flesh slapping flesh was interrupted by Ian’s insistence to get his. Angelo pulled out and with his dick fresh from her ass she sucked his cock.

“Nothing like a little ass to mouth”,

moaned Claire as Ian entered her tight pussy. Angelo grabbed the back of Claire’s head and pulled it hard. She deep throated him choking herself in the process. Ian pumped her from behind very fast yet lightly. Claire reached behind and played with her clit. She was in udder ecstasy. One cock in her mouth another deep inside her pussy, she could not believe what she was doing. She thought to herself how much of a slut she was fucking two filthy cooks who were covered in sweat and cooking odors from working a 12-hour shift. She took great delight in the fact she got a couple of egomaniacs to service her. She was getting what she needed, a pounding from a couple of Adonis’s. Angelo then said,

“Fuck this, we went head to head Ian, are you ready for some ball to ball action”!

“The double barrel shotgun”, asked Claire

Ian lay on the flour. Claire smiled in a naughty way, pinching her own nipples excited to experience something new. She was going to be penetrated in her ass and cunt at the same time! She straddled Ian and moved her hips back and fourth grinding herself onto him. She cupped both her breasts then felt Angelo push her down toward Ian. Angelo sarcastically said aloud,

“Hey Claire, how do you like being the meat in an Angelo Ian sandwich”

“What are you taking about” said Claire… “Oh I get it bwahhhha”

Angelo now choosing a bottle of the cheaper canola oil lubed Claire’s anus. It opened up on it’s own anticipating being filled. Angelo entered her ass. Claire could not believe how awesome she felt. She’d tried it before with a cucumber and vibrator, but to have two cocks both thrusting in and out her drove her crazy.

“ohh god, this is so awesome, pump boys, pump!” Claire felt liked she was being ripped apart.

“I’m such a slut, ohh ohh all I need is a cock in my mouth call the rest of the crew” Claire’s body quivered as she came, she was out of breath and her body was glistening in sweat. The air in room was now stuffy and smelled of musk. Claire was still feeling nasty but her ass and pussy were as raw as the rare steak she returned earlier in the night to the kitchen. Hearing Claire’s moaning of pleasure turn to pain the duo of chef’s stopped.

“You boys worked hard for me, so I’ll let you cum in my face”

Claire lay on her back mouth open, motionless on the sweat-covered bag of flour. The two chefs jerked intensely by her face, as Claire licked her lips tickling the balls of the two. Angelo let out a thick stream of white hot cum that missed Claire’s mouth hitting her across both eyes. She yelled,” fuck don’t you know how to aim that thing of yours?” and laughed.

Ian dropped his load. The weak stream of jizz trickled out of his still hard cock. Though weak there was plenty of it. He lovingly dropped the load in her mouth and she happily swallowed it. Without thinking and being the consummate workers they are, without a word everyone changed, threw the sweat and oil stained bag of flour away. And being the hospitable server Claire was she said to Angelo and Ian,

“thanks guys come again”!

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