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The Private Chef Who Awakened My Hidden Hungers — 3

The chef destroyed my married body from the hallway to the bedroom, filling every hole until I was shaking and dripping with his cum.

PART 2

The next morning, after the first hot fuck on the kitchen island and in my marital bed, I woke up sore in the most delicious way possible.

My pussy still tingled from the memory of Marcus' thick cock stretching me open, and I could still feel the slight stickiness of his cum between my legs after I'd showered.

Daniel was away on an overnight business trip and we had the whole night.

But I didn't feel guilty, I felt a thirst for more.

Marcus had left around 2 a.m., with a possessive, slow kiss at the door and a promise: “Next session, I'm not holding back.

I want to fuck you properly, Elena.”

Today was the session.

I prepared myself mentally and physically for the morning.

I shaved all of my hair off, lotioned my body until it glowed and picked out a simple yet sexy white sundress with nothing underneath.

No bra, no panties.

I'm just me, aching and ready.

My heart was beating so loud when the door bell rang at three that I could feel it in my clit.

I opened the door.

The professional mask fell off the second Marcus stepped inside and the door closed, but he looked powerful in his black chef jacket.

He grabbed me by the waist, pulled me tight against him, and kissed me like he owned me, deep, filthy, tongue fucking my mouth, his big hands squeezing my ass under the dress.

“Fuck, I’ve been hard all day thinking about this married pussy,” he growled against my lips.

“Are you ready to get wild with me today baby?”

“Yes,” I gasped, already drenched.

“I want everything.”

He didn’t waste time.

He carried me up to the table in the hallway, pushed my dress up to my waist, and knelt down on the table right there.

He didn't tease me this time, he buried his face between my legs and ate my bare pussy like a starving man.

He licked long sloppy stripes from my asshole to my clit, and sucked hard on my swollen nub while two thick fingers were plunged deep into my cunt.

“Oh my god, Marcus,” I moaned, gripping his hair as my hips bucked against his mouth.

The hallway was filled with wet, obscene noises, as he ate me.

He moaned in my puss, I shook at the vibrations.

“You taste so fucking sweet when you're this wet,” he grumbled, pushing my lips apart with his thumbs to plow my asshole deeper.

“This cunt is dripping down my chin already.

Such a good girl for me.”

He ate me until I came hard, and a little bit of me got on his tongue, as my legs shook.

He swallowed it all and then stood up, released his thick, heavy cock and rubbed the fat head of it up and down my drenched slit.

“Beg for it,” he said, dark eyes.

“Please fuck me,” I gasped.

“I need your cock.”

He rammed me in one hard blow, opening my pussy lips wide.

As he began to beat me, I cried out, the wood creaking under our feet.

Every deep stroke, his balls slapped loudly against my ass.

“Fuck, this married pussy feels even better than I remembered,” he grunted, gripping my thighs hard.

“It's so snug and damp for me.”

After several minutes of animalistic fucking, he withdrew, turned me around and bent me over the table.

He pushed me from behind, his fist in my hair and his other hand around my clit.

I was back in minutes, my pussy pouring around his thick dick.

After that, it was all crazy.

Marcus took me to the living room and put me down on the large sectional couch, and he did a lot of foreplay on me again, sucking my tits, softly biting my nipples, fingering my pussy and ass at the same time and telling me how he loved how my body reacted to him.

He got me to cum twice more with his fingers and mouth before he pulled his cock out of my pussy and fucked me in missionary with his cock deep and hard, looking right into my eyes.

Then he turned me over onto all fours and took my ass.

He licks and tongues my asshole a long time, until I'm pushing back against his face and begging.

Finally he thrust his thick cock into my tightest hole, I moaned like a whore.

It was a great stretch, but very hard.

He slowly and then quickly fucked my ass, rubbing my clit until I squirted all over the couch cushions.

We moved from room to room like animals in heat.

In the dining room he bent me over the table and fucked my pussy while I held the edge of the table, making loud noises.

He was in the guest bathroom, and he was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, and he had me ride him reverse cowgirl and my tits bounced as I slammed down on his cock.

My husband fucked me on his desk in my home office, my legs on his waist, and told me how much better my pussy was than anything else in this house.

When we arrived at the master bedroom again, I was a shaking, cum-covered mess.

He spread me out on my back on the bed that I shared with Daniel and ate my pussy and ass for what seemed like forever, making me squirt 3 more times.

Then he fucked me in every position possible — missionary with my legs over his shoulders, doggy with his hand around my throat, and lastly, he folded me in half so he could see his thick cock destroy both my holes.

When he finally came, he buried his dick in my pussy and poured thick after thick of hot cum, groaning my name.

He remained in me as we took our breath away and then withdrew and watched his seed spilling from my used cunt and ass.

We spent the rest of the evening in the kitchen.

He cooked for me completely naked while I sat on the counter watching him, his cum still dripping down my thighs.

After we ate, he fucked me one more time against the refrigerator — slow, deep, and intimate — before we showered together and he held me under the hot water.

This was no longer just an affair.

It was raw, wild, addictive passion.

And I had no intention of stopping.

THE END