Kiss the Chef (US Edition) Ch. 03

Deborah Ann Woll was excited to host her annual celebrity Dungeons & Dragons party on Halloween to raise money for her favorite charity. She had hired a young chef named Michael who came highly recommended to cater the extravagant event.

Michael arrived early to start prepping the elaborate feast. He wanted everything to be perfect for the A-list guests. While chopping vegetables, Michael heard the first arrivals pull up. He peeked out of the kitchen to catch a glimpse of the stars milling about in their costumes.

Soon the entire party was in full swing. Laughter and the rolling of dice echoed throughout Deborah's mansion. Michael finished cooking and began plating the lavish spread. He emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray of appetizers. That's when he noticed Deborah chatting in the corner.

Michael was stunned by her beauty, even in a simple fairy costume. Before he knew it, his foot caught on the rug and the tray of hors d'oeuvres went flying. Right into Deborah's lap!

Michael stood frozen in horror as the tray of food spilled all over Deborah's gorgeous fairy costume. Appetizers were strewn across the silk fabric and smears of sauce dotted her delicate wings. But the worst part was the look of shock and humiliation on Michael's own face.

He felt the heat rise in his cheeks until he was sure they burned as bright as embers. His mind raced to come up with some way to fix this catastrophic mistake, but he was paralyzed. All he could do was stammer out a pathetic "I'm so sorry!"

Deborah smiled kindly, trying to put him at ease, but it did little to assuage Michael's mortification. His gaze darted around nervously, dreading the disapproving stares of the A-list guests, who had now fallen silent. But to his surprise, most of them just chuckled or hid grins behind hands.

Still, the laughter only twisted the knife of shame deeper. Michael wanted nothing more than to flee and hide, to forget this utter humiliation. But his feet remained rooted to the spot as Deborah began dabbing at her stained costume with a napkin.

The mess seemed impossible to remedy. Every failed swipe at the sauce only spread it further. Michael cringed to see his clumsiness compounding into a bigger debacle by the second. At that moment, he wished the floor would just swallow him up to end his agony.

Finally, Deborah stood, resigning to the ruined outfit. "Well, I suppose I'll have to change now. Thanks for the snack!" She winked at Michael, trying to put him at ease once more. But he knew he'd never live down the fiasco of 'The Great Tray Spill' as long as he lived. The memory would haunt him forever.

Despite Michael's utter mortification, Deborah insisted it was no big deal and urged everyone to continue enjoying the party. Reluctantly, he retreated back to the kitchen to prepare more appetizers.

As the night wore on, Michael occasionally peeked out to check on the guests. To his amazement, they all seemed to have forgotten about his blunder and were fully immersed in their D&D campaign. Deborah had even changed into a new costume, no worse for wear.

By the early hours of the morning, the last guests stumbled out, tired but satisfied after a fun-filled Halloween adventure. Michael began cleaning up, lost in thought as he gazed at the elaborate gaming table. He longed to join a campaign of his own one day.

Deborah crept up behind him. "You know, we have an opening for one more player if you'd like to join us next time." Michael turned in surprise, wondering if she was just being polite after his earlier mishap. But her smile seemed genuine.

Flustered, he replied, "Oh I couldn't intrude, I'm just the chef." Deborah insisted it was no problem at all. From that chance encounter at her party, a new friendship was sparked over their shared love of D&D.

As Michael began clearing away the final remnants of the party, Deborah sidled up to him once more. "You know, I never did get a chance to properly thank you for all your hard work tonight," she purred.

He turned to see her undoing the clasp of her vampire cape, letting the black material slip seductively from her shoulders. Beneath was a tight corset accentuating her curves. Michael swallowed hard, suddenly feeling warm under the collar.

"I must say, I find you rather cute. Clumsy, but cute." Deborah smiled slyly. "And after that little...incident earlier, I think you owe me something in return, don't you?"

Her eyes gleamed with playful intent. Michael's mind raced, wondering if she could possibly mean... Before he could stop himself, he nodded mutely. Deborah grinned, clearly pleased with his agreement to her unspoken terms.

She stepped closer, pressing her body against his as her hands traced teasing circles on his chest. Michael's breath hitched at her touch, desire and disbelief warring within him. How had one chance meeting led to this?

Deborah gazed up at Michael with a playful glint in her eye. "Well, then, what do you think would make for a proper repayment?" she asked innocently.

Michael swallowed hard, his mind blank save for the rise and fall of Deborah's chest pressed against him. Some small part of his brain screamed this was all a terrible mistake, but a much larger part was too enthralled to care.

Tentatively, as if in a dream, he reached up to brush a strawberry blonde lock from her cheek. Deborah's smile grew, encouraging his budding courage. Leaning in, Michael brushed his lips against hers in a chaste kiss.

But Deborah had other ideas. She deepened the kiss hungrily, wrapping her arms around his neck to draw him closer. Michael groaned, lost in the heady sensations as their tongues danced. His body reacted of its own accord, hardening against Deborah's thigh.

She pulled back with a gasp. "It seems you're well on your way to making amends," Deborah teased, grinding herself against the bulge in his pants. "But I believe a full...inspection is in order. Don't you?"

Without waiting for an answer, she took his hand and led him to the bedroom, the promise of ecstasy lingering in her seductive smile.

Deborah spun around, pressing her back against Michael's chest as they stumbled toward the bedroom. She reached behind to clutch his hair, tilting her head to expose the long line of her neck.

Michael couldn't resist the invitation. He bent to taste her skin, eliciting a soft gasp as he fluttered kisses along her pulse point. Deborah squirmed against him, fueling his growing need. Her breath grew ragged as his lips traveled lower, grazing her shoulder.

Impatient, she twisted to face him once more, crashing their mouths together in a hungry kiss. Their tongues dueled as Deborah grasped the front of his shirt, yanking him closer. Michael groaned into her mouth, lost in the taste of her.

But Deborah was not so easily satisfied. Breaking the kiss, she threw him a devilish grin before sinking her teeth playfully into the tender flesh of his neck. Michael yelped in surprise, then moaned at the exquisite spark of pain-pleasure that shot through him.

The vampiress laughed, soothed the mark with a kitten lick, then continued backing him toward the bed. "My, you do taste so sweet, boy," she purred. "I think I'll be having a proper feast tonight. Lay back and let me taste more..."

Deborah pushed Michael back onto the bed with a sultry chuckle. She slowly crawled on top of him, straddling his hips to grind against the bulge in his pants.

"Now where were we?" she mused playfully. Leaning down, she nipped along his jaw until Michael squirmed beneath her. "I believe you still owe me an apology, boy. Why don't you tell me exactly how you plan to make amends?"

Her lips brushed his ear, warm breath sending shivers down his spine. But when Michael opened his mouth to speak, only a choked sound emerged. Deborah threw her head back and laughed, clearly enjoying his adorable shyness.

Deborah smiled down at Michael, thoroughly enjoying his flustered state. "Come now, don't be shy," she crooned. Grinding her hips in slow, tantalizing circles, she drew a gasp from his lips.

"Tell me precisely what you want to do. I want to hear every naughty thought running through that brilliant mind." Her eyes gleamed with mischief, thrilled to coax him out of his shell.

"I-I want to taste you," he breathed raggedly. "I want my mouth everywhere - kissing, licking, sucking until you're dripping and begging for release. Then I'll slide deep inside and make you come undone over and over, as many times as you desire."

Deborah moaned at his words, loving this new-found boldness. "Such a dirty boy," she teased, nipping his earlobe. Her hips rolled more insistently. "Then by all means...get to work, chef. I'm eager for your special recipe."

Deborah gazed down at Michael with intense desire, loving how utterly captivated he seemed. Slowly, teasingly, she began undoing the laces of her corset.

Michael watched with bated breath, hands flexing at his sides as if aching to help yet knowing better than to rush her. Deborah relished drawing out the unveiling, peeling away one layer at a time to further stoke his longing.

When the corset fell open to bare her breasts, his answering groan of want was music to her ears. She toyed with her nipples, arching into her own touches while holding his rapt gaze. "You like what you see?" she purred knowingly.

All Michael could do was nod fervently, drinking in the erotic vision before him. Deborah smirked, loving the total control she held. Slowly, achingly, she shimmied out of her skirt, leaving only a sheer scrap of lace.

Deborah smirked down at Michael, loving the rapture on his face as she teased him so. Slowly, deliberately, she slid the skirt over her hips, watching his eyes darken with need at each new sliver of skin revealed.

When only the barest lace thong remained, she paused, tracing idle patterns on her thighs while biting her lip in a pantomime of indecision. "See something you like?" she asked coyly, already knowing the answer.

Deborah smirked down at Michael, loving the rapture on his face as she teased him so. Slowly, deliberately, she slid her hands beneath the sheer lace thong, savoring the hitch in his breath as her fingers grazed oversensitive flesh.

Teasing the lace back and forth with excruciating slowness, she revealed more and more until the apex of her thighs was fully exposed to his hungry gaze. Michael's eyes were dark with longing as they roamed over the glistening curls and delicate pink folds beneath.

His breathing came in ragged pants, cock straining against its confinement as Deborah finally, slowly peeled the last wisp of lace away with an unhurried flick of her wrist. She parted her legs slightly, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her slick entrance before closing them once more in a mockery of modesty.

"All laid bare before you at last, boy. Now feast your eyes to your heart's content," Deborah crooned in a sultry rasp. Michael could do nothing but stare, transfixed, as his mind swam with vivid imaginings of all the delights her luscious body held in store.

"Show me with how much you adore my body," Deborah commanded in a throaty rasp. A broken moan was Michael's only reply before his mouth set to worshiping Deborah's luscious body with fiery devotion.

He began at her navel, tracing lazy circles with his tongue that had her writhing above. When he reached the valley between her breasts, Michael wasted no time taking a taut peak into his mouth. Deborah cried out as he suckled deeply, grazing his teeth just enough to sting with pleasure.

Her head fell back, lost in sensation, as his hands roamed her curves. When his tongue left a wet trail lower, Deborah could barely breathe for anticipation. Michael teased around her folds, learning what made her gasp versus what drew keening moans.

Only when Deborah was writhing against the bed, grasping desperately at the sheets and Michael's hair, did he delve deep into her dripping core with abandon.

"Please!" she gasped, grinding her hips up to meet his talented tongue. "More, Michael, I need more!"

Michael hummed low in his throat, sending delightful vibrations coursing through Deborah's throbbing flesh. She cried out at the exquisite new sensations, her arousal gushing even more plentifully from her core.

He lapped greedily at her honeyed essence, lapping and suckling for all he was worth. The taste of her on his tongue was sheer ambrosia, only serving to intensify his own hunger. Deborah writhed above him, lost in the eddies of bliss only he could inspire within her.

Michael dove between Deborah's thighs with renewed fervor, his stubble rasping deliciously across her swollen flesh. She was so lost to passion that he had to grip her hips to still her wanton grinding. His tongue delved deep as two fingers curled within her pulsing channel.

Deborah keened as the coil of rapture tightened unbearably. "I-I'm so close!" she cried, her walls beginning to spasm around his digits. Michael redoubled his efforts, suckling her throbbing nub as he pumped relentlessly.

With a spine-tingling wail, Deborah came undone, her essence gushing from her core in a torrential rush. Michael greedily lapped at the bountiful flow, his face soon coated in her dewy ambrosia. Still he drank deeply, determined to prolong her shattering release, his fingers milking every last drop from her quaking sheath.

Deborah collapsed boneless, quivering from overstimulation. Slowly, Michael withdrew with an obscene squelch, kissing up her sweat-sheened body while her essence dripped from his beard. "You taste divine, baby," he purred, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

Deborah lay panting, coming down slowly from the heights of ecstasy. When she found her voice, it was throaty with aftershocks.

"Michael, darling, that was simply amazing." She traced idle patterns across his chest, feeling his heart still racing under her palm. "I had no idea your talents ran so deep. You've left me quite...intrigued."

He preened under her praise, cock twitching where it strained against his trousers. Deborah smiled knowingly, trailing her nails lower to graze the tented fabric. Michael inhaled sharply at the maddening contact.

"As much as I'm enjoying the view, it's only fair that I get to see all of you as well." With nimble fingers still slickened from her own arousal, Deborah made quick work of the buttons hiding Michael's swollen length. She dragged her nails lightly over the tented fabric, eliciting a hiss of breath from between his clenched teeth.

Finally, gloriously, his rigid flesh sprang free, engorged and thickly veined. Pre-cum glistened heavily at his flushed tip, begging for her touch. Deborah licked her lips hungrily at the sight, wrapping her small hand around his hot width.

She stroked slowly from root to weeping crown, mesmerized by the silky texture of his skin sliding over steel. "Magnificent," she purred, drinking in his every shuddering breath. "So hard and thick for me, big boy. I do believe it's my turn to worship this glorious cock properly."

Michael nodded frantically, lost in the exquisite torture of her maddening ministrations. Deborah smirked, bending to place an open-mouthed kiss to his leaking tip. "Lay back and enjoy, boy. I aim to leave you every bit as satisfied as you left me."

Deborah took her time lavishing attention upon Michael's throbbing manhood, determined to draw out his pleasure.

She began with feathery kisses along his swollen length, tracing every throb of his pulse with her tongue. When she closed her lips around just the flushed crown to suckle lightly, Michael cried out, hips bucking fruitlessly.

"Patience," Deborah crooned, pinning his hips back to the bed with a wicked smirk. She took him deeper, inch by slow inch, savoring his taste on her tongue. When only the thick base was left, she withdrew almost completely, swirling her tongue around the weeping tip.

Michael was reduced to incoherent pleas and prayers, hands fisting helplessly in the rumpled sheets as Deborah drove him higher with her sinful mouth. She paid his whimpers no mind, lost instead in the heady power of reducing this proud man to a quivering mess beneath her.

Taking him deep once more, Deborah hollowed her cheeks with exquisite suction, hungrily swallowing around his throbbing girth as her fist pumped in counterpoint. The dual sensations were maddening, dragging Michael to the cliff's edge with merciless speed.

Just when he thought he could bear no more sweet torture, Deborah withdrew with a wet pop, ignoring his guttural cry of protest. She lathed playful licks and nips along his heavy sac instead, her nails raking feather-light touches up his quaking thighs.

His maddened pleas only spurred her cruelty, leaving Michael hovering on the razor's edge for what felt like an eternity of exquisite agony.

Deborah lapped greedily at Michael's throbbing length, prolonging his sweet torment until he cried hoarsely for mercy. Every swipe of her tongue or suckle of her lips dragged him to the very brink, only to deny his release once more.

His flesh was so sensitive it bordered on pain, every nerve ending alive with raw need. Still she showed him no clemency, swallowing him deep as her hand pumped his glistening shaft. The dual sensations were exquisite agony, chasing Michael to the very edge time and again without fall.

He was reduced to an incoherent, quivering mess, tears of frustration pricking his eyes as Deborah held him suspended at her mercy. Only when she deemed him wrung out to her satisfaction did her ministrations change.

Deborah sucked Michael deep once more, hollowing her cheeks to draw his climax forcibly from his tortured flesh. With a guttural howl, he came undone, pulsing thick ropes of his seed down her eager throat.

She swallowed greedily, never once breaking the suction around his throbbing length. Michael's vision whited out as stars exploded behind his eyes. Wave after wave of ecstasy wracked his shuddering frame while Deborah continued to milk him for all he was worth.

When at last she deemed him spent, Deborah released him from the haven of her mouth with one final lick to his hypersensitive tip. She kissed her way back up his heaving torso, tracing his racing pulse with her tongue.

"There now, big boy. You looked so good coming apart on my tongue," she purred against his glistening skin. "Was being driven to such sweet madness not worth the wait?"

Michael could only whimper weakly in response, still lost in a haze of bliss. Deborah chuckled, taking his softening length into her hand once more to caress him through the last echoes of rapture.

Deborah peered down at Michael with a playful smirk, tracing idle patterns across his heaving chest. "Cat got your tongue, darling?"

He could only muster a whimper in response, utterly wrung out from her exquisite ministrations. Deborah chuckled, cradling his flushed face against her breast. "Was that too much for you to handle, boy? I do hope I didn't break you entirely."

Michael nuzzled weakly at the soft flesh pillowing his cheek, drawing comfort from her soothing touch. Deborah cooed softly, carding her fingers through his sweat-damp locks. "There there, you poor boy. You endured my tongue so well. I'm so proud of you."

Slowly, his shuddering eased beneath her gentle caress. Deborah continued to pet and soothe him, pressing kisses to his brow until awareness returned fully to his eyes once more.

Deborah curled herself around Michael's sated form, nuzzling her lips against his ear. "I do believe it's high time I reward you properly," she whispered silkily.

Deborah trailed her hand lazily down Michael's sweat-sheened torso, tracing idle patterns across his sensitive flesh. He shivered at her feather-light touch, nerves still singing in the aftermath of passion.