Hot Time In the Kitchen
It all started with a need to go back to school and become
re-educated because of the changing job market. I always
had an interest in cooking professionally, so I decided
to enroll in a culinary arts program at a local Community
College. The semester went sort of okay, but it wasnt great.
The professor was a stickler for perfection and it we evident
that she didnt find my cooking anywhere near perfect.
Well the semester was coming to a close, and for a final examination,
we had to produce a signature dish and serve it to the instructor
and one of her colleagues (a former A student of hers,
which no one knew). Like usual she insisted that her star
students of the class go first to impress her colleague,
and since I wasnt on that list I ended up dead last. And by
that time everyone in the class had gone since they were
done. I plated up my signature dish (a braised Italian sausage,
served over seasoned pasta), and served it to the professor
and her acquaintance. Immediately, she spouted off distaste
for the dish and her associate followed directly after.
Stuff like its too garlicy and shit like that. Of course
I was a bit dismayed, this was my signature dish which I got
rave reviews from friends, family, and girlfriend(s).
After their verbal assault on my cooking, and style, I left
the serving room and got ready to head home. About 10 minutes
passed, the college building was completely empty and
the classroom/kitchen was dark and basked in dim lights
coming from a few lights. The professor came into the kitchen
and started to spout off that she had no choice but to fail
me. All of a sudden in the middle of her speech she begins
to unbutton the top few buttons of her jacket, still not
missing a beat on her denigration. She continues on and
on about what she is going to do to my grade, all while unbuttoning
her jacket till completely open. All I could do was drop
my jaw in surprise as her jacket flung open and there she
stood exposing her beautiful breasts to me. A sudden silence
fell over her, and she sported a devious grin and said, See
anything that needs garnishing? I uttered something,
almost un-comprehendible. Well hot shot, here is your
only chance to make some extra-credit, and all you can do
is mumble? the professor professed. Quickly, my mind
jumped back into gear and I quickly snapped back, Well
I see some beautiful cantaloupes that could use some syrup.
Ah, so you think syrup. I guess that will work. Wait right
here and DONT MOVE. She left the room and I stood there
pondering the situation for a good 10 minutes or so.
After that grueling 10 minutes, she walked in now without
her jacket or pants only left with a pink g-string. Following
right behind her was her associate (a 58 blond with enormous
breasts, about 43DD, and legs that went straight upward),
she too was topless; but had on a minny skirt that was hiked
up around her waist. Both were carrying a number of food
related items, everything from maple syrup to carrots
and cucumbers. Next thing I know they are both next to me
running there hands across my chest and alternating there
hands on my manhood, and then my pants drop, and it springs
outward. Both back away and head for the food that they had
brought into the kitchen. The associate reaches for the
maple syrup, and the instructor turns to me and says, So
you think that syrup will be a good topping to these melons?
as she grasps her tits and rubs them between her index fingers
and thumbs. All I could do was nod. The professors associate
then walks over to her and begins to pour maple syrup all
over the professors tits. The professor stands there
as my dick grows harder, as I watch her friend lick the syrup
from her now very erect tits. Dont be shy Maggie needs
some help cleaning up this mess. The instructor mentioned.
I quickly joined the associate (Maggie) licking my instructors
nice C-cups. As I lick the syrup from her breast, Maggie
and I occasionally meet in a sticky tongue kiss, while she
jerks me off.
After a few moments, the instructor breaks us up and says
its her turn. She hops up on to the cold metal table and immediately
directs me to lick her clit, which I would happy to do. I bend
down and move aside the tiny g-string which was already
dripping wet. I begin to lick her cunt, in my normal style
I begin with the letter A and attempt to reach Z with
my tongue swinging across every inch of her pussy. As I was
orally pleasuring this beautiful professor, her friend
stradles the professors face and Maggie shoves her pussy
into the professors face, and begins to buck. As I approach
P my professor hits her orgasm HARD thrusting her cunt
into my face. Her sweet necture flows forward into my mouth,
and it tasted so sweet. I quickly stand up, place my dick
at the entrance to her temple, and tease her by rubbing my
head around her pussy. After a scream or two, I slowly pushed
my head into her, another moan was audible and a slight shutter
was noticed. I slowly pushed forward, meeting a little
resistance then all of a sudden the professor screamed.
And Maggie said, She likes it hard. SO I thrust in as hard
as I could and began a quick pace in and out harder and harder
with each thrust. Maggie jumped off the professors face
and sat next to her as she slide a cucumber into her hairless
pussy. This went on for another 15 minutes and I could feel
my balls tighten. I told my professor that I was going to
cum. And she said, Cum in me. With a few more hard thrusts
forward I shot my spunk deep inside her. I slowed my pace
and slid my already softening dick out of her. All of a sudden
Maggie pushes me aside and begins to suck on her clit removing
my spunk from her. I was in shock my dick began to regain
its stamina, and they both turned and face me and my instructor
said, Ready for round 2, already. And she lifted up the
bag of carrots.
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