Caught by the Cook

Rob worked as a cook at a family restaurant. He was the only cook on late in the evenings because there just weren't that many people going in and out after 10 pm. At thirty-five years old, this wasn't really where he’d expected to be in life, but he liked the place and he liked the people. It was enough pay to live on and have some for fun, and that's what he liked. Lots of people came to eat there because he was a good cook and they liked the intimacy of it. Certain people worked at certain times during the day, so there was a comforting security to it that was so often missing in modern, busy lives.

There was also only one waitress on in the late evenings, the beautiful brunette named Wendy. Twenty-seven years old and gorgeous inside and out, she was leggy, with great tits, and always had a smile on her pretty face. He actually wasn't sure what attracted him the most, her good looks or her personality. Wendy was the unassuming kind of girl, the one who didn't know she was beautiful, didn't know how sexy she was. And she was one of the most genuinely nice people he'd ever met.

The two of them were in charge of closing down the restaurant. Pop Miller would open it in the morning—it was his place—but Rob was the usual closer. That night, things were winding down a little earlier than usual; he’d finished his cleaning in record time. It helped that no one had wanted anything from the fryers at the end, he'd ended up closing those down and cleaning them up early.

As usual, Wendy had disappeared to the back storage room to get things straightened up and organized back there. He went back looking for her, excited to be getting home early. She didn't need to straighten the whole room—even though she usually did. They could both go home early tonight.

On his way back, he heard moaning sounds coming down the hall. Concerned, he quickened his pace, then blushed as he realized that the moans sounded oddly... erotic...

Could she? No...

Stopping at the door, he peeked in through the crack that was left open.

Wendy was bent over with her breasts hanging out of her shirt, although he couldn’t see them very well. What he could mostly see was her creamy thighs and ass and her pale pink pussy, which she was stroking with one of her hands. Her other hand was preoccupied by pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts.

Stifling his own moan, the horny cook stared lustfully at her gorgeous ass. He'd always admired it from afar when it was covered, but he never thought he'd ever be so lucky as to see it for real.

Rob was most definitely an ass man, and Wendy had a fantastic one; curvy, firm, and now he could see that it was completely unblemished and beautifully shaped. Although he knew that it was wrong to be watching, that he should probably go back down the hallway and come back walking loudly so that she would know he was there... he couldn't help himself. He wanted to enjoy the view of her ass pointing straight at him, and the way its tight hole winked at him as she plunged her fingers into her wet pussy. He wanted to enjoy watching her pleasure herself...

So rather than retreating or saying anything, he quietly reached into his pants and began to fist his dick, his gaze locked onto her upturned rear and pussy. He wished it was his dick rather than her two fingers in her pussy, but watching was almost as good. Squeezing himself and moving his hand up and down the shaft, rubbing the head, he watched lustfully as her ass waved in the air.

"Oh... Oh... yes..." She started panting, moaning really. The hand that had been playing with her breasts abandoned them to steady herself. She clung to the shelves in front of her as her fingers pressed deeper into her pussy. Then one of her fingers slipped out of her pussy and back to her ass, sliding into the tight hole.

Rob stifled a groan as he watched this invasion of her back door. Wendy was so innocent-looking that he'd had no idea she could possibly be into something like that . Seeing her actually playing with herself—and then sticking a finger in her ass!—just completely blew him away.

He had to be the luckiest man on earth.

As she continued to stroke her holes, he started wondering how often she did this. Wendy always went to straighten up the back room while he cleaned the kitchen. No one else was ever around and by now she surely knew exactly how long it took him to clean up. She could do this every single day, and no one would ever know...

It sure gave new meaning to when she would tell him, "I'm going to the back."

Rob wondered if she said it that way on purpose. Perhaps every day she would come back here and masturbate, sticking her fingers up her ass.

His mind stopped wandering when she started actually talking dirty... and one of the things she said was his name.

"Oh yes, Oh god, yes.... give it to me... give it to me deep... oh you dirty man, Rob! Oh you're in my ass! Oh god, Rob... your dick is so far up my ass.... Oh, I can feel it! Oh, it hurts so good..." Wendy was completely lost in her own world, a second finger pushing into her tight asshole as she moaned and moved her hips against the air. Rob suddenly realized that she was imagining a man behind her, fucking her tight ass while she played with her pussy... and the man she was picturing was him.

It was almost enough to make him come right there on the spot... but he couldn't be totally sure it was him, could he? Did she even know any other Robs?

His dick swelled in his hand, anxious to get at her tight ass the way she was obviously imagining. Her hips were moving back and forth as her fingers pumped in and out of her holes, her legs trembling to hold her up as she fucked herself. Practically hanging off the shelf now, she was clinging to it with one hand, hanging on for dear life as she moved her fingers faster and faster. Hah, if he was fucking her ass she'd have to be hanging on with both hands, no way he would hold back enough for her to hang on with one... It'd be his hand in her pussy, not hers.

Wendy's breasts were waving back and forth underneath her as she moved, her mouth hanging open as she panted. Her face was getting flushed as she frigged herself harder, moaning louder and louder, begging "Rob" to come in her tight ass. Oh, how he wanted to...

His hand moved faster as hers did, matching the pace. He was groaning very softly under his breath now, but she was far too lost in her own lusts to even notice. Squeezing his balls underneath him, he kept himself from coming as she moved faster and faster. His hand bore down on his dick, the same way her tight gripping as would if he was thrusting in and out of it.

“Oh yes! Oh fuck, come in my ass! I’m gonna come…. Oh fuck, I’m going to come while you cream my ass… oh fuck!”

Rob gasped as Wendy's voice echoed through the room, although he could tell that it would be barely audible down the hall. His dick took her suggestion—even though it wasn't in her ass—and he came, sperm shooting onto the door and the floor. His mind was racing still.

The door was partially open… Did she want to be caught? She looked gorgeous as she came, flushed and pink, her pussy juices on her upper thighs and her hand pressed tightly against her holes. Gasping softly, he watched as she shuddered and sagged against the shelves.

For a moment she stood there panting, and he stood frozen. Even if he left now, she'd see the mess that he'd made unless he managed to clean it up. And how was he supposed to do that while she was still in the room?

Then, to his surprise, she pulled the fingers from her pussy, but started to move the ones in her ass again.

"Ohh.... Rob, you dirty man! Why aren't you done with my ass yet?? Oh yes, that feels so good..."

That did it. His dick was already working its way back up again. Wendy obviously wanted it, and she wanted it from him. If he didn't take this opportunity now, he'd regret it for the rest of his life.

Mouth dry, he pushed the door open as her head flew up, an expression of excited surprise on her face at the realization that her fantasy might unexpectedly come true.

It gave him an immediate, unwavering confidence. "Need some help with that?" he asked.

Yeah, she wanted to be walked in on, he could see it on her face. His dick was already aching, straining against his pants.

He was dying to fuck her, knowing that having just come, he'd be able to really hold out for a while and enjoy her body.

"Rob!" she gasped, unable to hold the surprise off her face.

"You look like you could use some help." He grinned at her. "Maybe the real thing?"

Her eyes lit up like Christmas bulbs and she practically purred, "I would love some help..."

Stepping forward, she brazenly kissed him, her arms twining about his neck. He ran his hands over her body, cupping her firm tits and squeezing them, before reaching around to pull her close to him and gripping her ass. Kneading her ass cheeks like they were dough, he squeezed and pulled, letting his fingertips get ever closer to that tight, crinkled hole. Wendy gasped into his mouth as he played with her ass, gently pressing his finger against the hole and then pulling it away again, teasing her mercilessly.

Pressing her hips against him, Wendy ground at his dick; her kiss frantic and desperate, deeply passionate.

With his hands on her shoulders, Rob pushed her gently back. "Turn around."

She got into the exact same position that she had been in before, bent over but this time with both hands on the shelf in front of her. Her delicious ass was up in the air and pointing straight at him. But first he wanted to try something else, just for starters.

Lining up his dick with her sopping pussy hole, he began to push in as she moaned and panted with excitement, her tight pussy gripping him. Reaching around her body, he took hold of her hanging tits, squeezing them hard and playing with her pebbled nipples, rubbery buds that he twisted and pulled as he shoved his way into her body. She was squishy wet, tight and gripping against his dick, her crinkled asshole winking with excitement above her juicy slit. Rob fucked her hard, wanting to get his dick nice and lubed up for the main event. He liked a nice, tight, slick asshole.

Wendy was moaning and thrusting backward, her nipples tingling with pleasurable pain as he pinched them tightly with his fingers, she was so excited at her fantasy come to life. Although he felt wonderful in her pussy, she was hoping that he would take her ass—not that she thought she'd have to worry too much about that!

His hands were kneading her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he pounded in and out. She could feel another orgasm growing while his balls slapped against her clit. Already sensitive from her previous release, her pussy was excitedly convulsing, getting ready to send her on a second wave of delicious pleasure.

As she began to buck back against him, her pussy shivering around his dick in orgasm, Rob was reluctant to pull out, but he knew what he really wanted. Pulling out, and then in again, in a different hole, he gave it to her.

Wendy howled as her orgasm was split by the painful pleasure of her ass being opened up by a rock-hard dick.

She squealed as her body took him into her tighter hole, and his fast, hard thrust that nearly knocked the wind out of her made her tighten down on him.

They both groaned and panted, her ass rippling around him as she continued to orgasm through his onslaught. He began thrusting slickly in and out of her ass. Her insides burned and cramped, but it just pushed her orgasm higher.

Wailing, she clung to the shelf as he began to ride her ass, thrusting into her over and over again, his hands on her hips squeezing hard, leaving fingerprints on her pale flesh.

He couldn't believe how tight and accommodating her ass was, tightening and relaxing, trying to hold him inside, trying to push him out. Rob was in absolute heaven, buried deep between Wendy’s cheeks. Just as her orgasm started to subside, he reached underneath her, hunching over her body so that his dick probed her at a different angle, and started to rub her pussy.

She screamed in sexual excitement as his nimble fingers and the ache in her ass kept her coming, pleasurable stimulation that became almost painful in its intensity. Tears spilled down her cheeks as the sensations overwhelmed her. One of her fingernails broke as she dug it into the shelf in her excitement. Rob pinched her clit as he buried himself in her ass, moving up and down to make himself bounce inside of her as he began to fill her tight hole with spurts of frothy cum, groaning contentedly.

Wendy sobbed, one of his arms under her holding her exhausted body up and pressed against his groin as he finished filling her ass with his cum. She was sagging underneath him, her pussy still burning and sensitive from its forced pleasure. It was the best sex she'd ever had in her life.

And all this time that she'd been masturbating back in this room, hoping that he'd come back here and catch her... hoping that he'd want her. It was fantastic... even better than she'd ever fantasized. Her ass was going to be so wonderfully sore tomorrow...

“Oh baby…” Rob groaned, his hands clutching at her hips. “That was amazing.”

She shivered, and her ass clenched around him again. “That was everything I’d hoped for and more. Are you working tomorrow?”

Rob laughed. “If this is how you like you wind down at the end of a shift, I’m going to be working with you every shift I can.”