Seducing the Sexy Celebrity Chef (4 page)

A gush of saliva filled Holly’s
mouth.  If she wasn’t careful, she’d be drooling all over him.  That’s when the
gift baskets at the far end of the island caught her eye.  They must have been
presents from well-wishers, congratulating the chef on his new book, or his new
restaurant.  Holly didn’t take the time to read the cards.  She just pulled out
a bottle of olive oil, popped the cork, and poured it down Chef Burley’s
perfect chest.

“Holly!” the chef cried, laughing. 
“Do you know how much a bottle of that oil runs?”

“I have absolutely no idea.”  She
set it down and ran her hands along his front, feeling every ridge of his
belly, feeling the pink points of his hard nipples.

“Well over a hundred dollars, I’d
say.”

Holly’s jaw dropped as the oil made
its way to Chef Burley’s pubic hair.  “Then I’d better not waste any!”

Throwing herself at the chef, Holly
licked him all over.  The olive oil had a light virgin taste and texture. 
She’d never had anything like it—you could drink the stuff like wine!

Falling to her knees, Holly wrapped
her oily hands around Chef Burley’s expanding cock.  They cradled his dick as
she inched forward, taking just his tip inside her mouth.

Chef Burley threw his head back and
moaned as Holly shifted his hands aside, taking more of his cock in her mouth. 
He was huge, but she didn’t care.  This hundred-dollar olive oil was well worth
the price.  She sucked every drop from his beautiful shaft, then licked his
balls, searching for more.

He gasped.  “Isn’t that something?”

She assumed he meant the oil.  “Mmm…
oh Chef, it’s so good!”

“
You’re
so good!”  He toyed
with her hair, tossing it over her shoulders.  “The mouth on you, Holly!  I’ve
never felt anything like it.  I want you to suck me forever.”

“Anything!” She licked him, searching
for more golden oil.  “Anything for you, Chef!”

Holly swallowed his cock as he
wrapped his hands around her head, fucking her face.  She gagged and pushed
back, wrapping her fists around the base of his shaft.  His measured pace
showed he didn’t want to hurt her, but he just as obviously wanted to come.

Unzipping her skirt, Holly undressed
completely before arching forward.  She grabbed the olive oil and poured it
across her breasts.  Chef Burley watched in awe as she massaged the gorgeous
oil into her skin.  It dripped down her belly as she wrapped her tits around his
dick.  With her pussy lips bare, the oil kissed her clit.

Chef Burley released an animal
growl.

“You like my tits, huh?”

“God, do I ever!”

She steadied herself, which was no
easy task in heels, and fucked his surging dick with her breasts.  They looked
beautiful like this, all oiled and shining in the light from the sunroof. 
Holly and the chef both watched in awe as his cockhead popped between her
breasts.

Chef Burley’s hands met hers and,
together, they cradled her tits around his throbbing cock.  “I’m going to come
again if you keep this up.”

“I sure hope so!”  Holly smirked. 
She loved the way it felt when his cock reamed her tits.  It was like a breast
massage, complete with hot oil.  His thumbs found her nipples and he flicked
them while he fucked her.

“God, that feels good!”  Holly
forced her tits against the chef’s pelvis, making him moan.

His cockhead glistened every time it
peeked out between her tits.  She couldn’t resist.  Bending forward, she licked
his tip.  He ran his hands through her hair, thrusting into her cleavage,
looking for her mouth but not finding it.  Her tongue put him over the edge. 
Hot cream splashed across her neck, and then down her chest.  She trapped his
cock between her tits as he pumped cum against her breasts.

Holly watched in awe while the chef
spilled his seed on her skin.  She’d never thought of ejaculate as beautiful
before but, sprayed across her skin, it looked like art.  If only she’d
remembered her camera!

“Fuck, I can’t take anymore.”  Chef
Burley pulled his spent cock from between her breasts, giggling somewhat. 
“It’s so sensitive that it starts to tickle.”

“Does it?”  Holly smiled.  “I never
knew that.”

The chef looked her up and down. 
His eyes followed her shapely legs down to her black heels, then back up to her
breasts.  She looked a mess, and she loved it.  Her heart felt huge and hot. 
So did her clit, for that matter.

“All this kitchen needs is a
shower.”  Chef Burley leaned against the island as he scanned the room.  “Oh,
of course!  Holly, stand over that grate.”

There was a drain in the floor, and
Holly went to it, though her knees threatened to buckle with every step.  Chef
Burley pulled the hose out from the sink and turned the water on, casting a
warm spray across her chest.

Holly shrieked, though she really
should have seen it coming.  Of all the things she’d never expected to do in a
kitchen… well, this was certainly one of them.

Chef Burley shifted closer to her,
bringing the nozzle with him.  He cast the spray over both their bodies, like
watering a garden.  The nurturing image made Holly smile.  She traced her hands
all over his body, and he tittered when she reached his cock.  Chef Burley was
actually kind of adorable.  That side of him was never broadcast on TV—his
childlike side, his impish side.  Holly was glad to see a piece of him most
people never would.

Though the water was warm, the cool
air of the kitchen drew Holly’s nipples into tight buds.  Her shoes were
getting wet, but in that moment she couldn’t have cared less.  She had
everything she’d ever wanted.  How had this happened?

“Towels, towels, towels…” Chef
Burley turned off the water and searched for something passable.  There were
tea towels in one of his gift baskets, and he pulled them out, laughing. 
“Think this’ll do?”

Holly chuckled as he dried her off.
It was so telling, the way a man touched a woman in moments like these.  Chef
Burley’s large hands guided the towel against her soft skin.  He was forceful,
but he wasn’t rough.

They were both rather slick from the
olive oil, but that made Holly feel wonderfully luxurious.  With any other man,
at any other time, she’d have been bashful, even mortified, standing naked in
an industrial kitchen.  Christ, she didn’t even know if the door to this
restaurant was locked.

“I would offer to cook you a little
something, but, as you know—”

“The gas isn’t hooked up,” Holly
finished.  A niggling doubt twirled in her belly.  He was going to ask her to
leave, wasn’t he?

“Oh, before I forget…”  Chef Burley
slipped his pants on and found a pen and paper.  “Will you write down your
address for me?  I’ll have my publicist send you a signed replacement copy of
my book.  In fact, I’ll have her throw in some DVDs of the show, and whatever
else is lying around her office.”

Tears welled in Holly’s eyes.  She
felt stupid and used.  She vowed not to cry.  “Are you paying me off?  With
DVDs?”

Chef Burley appeared shocked. 
“What?  Are you bonkers, Holly?  You think I’m going to love you and leave
you?”

She tried to keep it together, but
tears cascaded down her cheeks.  “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“Sure you do.”  The chef set his pen
and paper down on the island and wrapped his arms around Holly.  His chest was
still bare, and it warmed her cold nipples, sending waves of bliss through her
naked body.  “You think I’ve had my fill and now it’s on to the next girl?”

Holly nodded against his shoulder. 
“You’re a celebrity.  Everyone wants you.”

“Yes, but I don’t want
everyone
.” 
Chef Burley rocked her like a baby.  “I knew you didn’t believe me when I said
it before.  Seducing beautiful young women isn’t part of my daily routine.”

A blush spread across Holly’s
cheeks.  “I’m sorry.”

“You still don’t believe me,” he
said, holding her close.  “But we’ll work on that.”

Holly leaned back and looked into
the chef’s eyes.  They were sky blue, like a sunny afternoon.  “Work on it. 
How?”

“Tonight, for instance.”  He slid
his hands down her arms and grasped her hands.  “I finally have an evening free
of publicity, investors, cameras.  I’d planned on watching television in my
hotel room, and maybe devouring an entire bag of kettle chips.”

Holly laughed.  “Wow, that’s
classy.”

With a smirk, the chef said, “Now
that you’re in the picture, perhaps we could check out the competition, see
what the other dining establishments in town have to offer.  Get to know each
other a little better?”

Holly’s cheeks must have been beet
red.  She couldn’t believe this was happening.  “Sure. I’d love to.  As long
as… well, you’re not going to be mean to the owners if the food isn’t up to
snuff, are you?”

“I assure you, my attention will be
devoted to you and you alone.”  He winked.  “Unless our meals are absolutely
atrocious.”

“Maybe we could just grab some fish
and chips on the boardwalk and take a stroll along the beach?”

Chef Burley smiled like he couldn’t
be more pleased.  “That sounds perfect.”

They stood together, gazing into
each other’s eyes like a couple of lovesick teenagers.  If anyone had told
Holly she’d end her afternoon naked in a kitchen with her favourite celebrity
chef, she’d have called them crazy.  And this wasn’t the end.  There was more
to come.  Crazy!

“Now, then.”  Chef Burley squeezed
Holly’s hands, and then let go.  “Let’s see if we can’t find your clothes.”

The End

ABOUT
GISELLE RENARDE

Giselle Renarde is a queer
Canadian, avid volunteer, contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies,
and award-winning author of dozens of electronic and print books,
including 
Anonymous, Ondine
, and 
Nanny State
. Giselle
lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

Ms. Renarde’s anthology
My
Mistress’ Thighs: Erotic Transgender Fiction and Poetry
received an
Honourable Mention in the 2011 Rainbow Awards, and her book
The Red Satin
Collection
took top prize in the same category in 2012.  She is a
contributor to Tristan Taormino’s Lambda Award-winning book
Take Me There:
Trans and Genderqueer Erotica
, as well as such notable anthologies as Best
Women's Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best
Lesbian Romance.

Online, Giselle has contributed erotic
content to such websites as For The Girls, Ruthie's Club, Three
Pillows, Oysters & Chocolate, The Erotic Woman, Every Night Erotica,
Frequently Felt, Whipped Cream, Long and Short Romance, and Every Day Poets.

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