THE STOCKY ITALIAN CHEF GESTURED TO A STAINLESS STEEL BENCH.
"You'd better hop up on there so I can get to know you better "
"Would Sir prefer his slut sitting or kneeling?"
"Kneeling would be nice for a start"
"J" climbed onto the cold, hard surface and waited while her wrists and ankles were secured to the bench.
"We don't want you slipping off ! Do we?" said the chef as he ran his hands over the meat.
"Lovely bottom ! "
"J" felt his fingers grasping her buttocks and running through their cleavage. She thrilled as he worked her pussy and anus at the same time. His hands seemed to be all over her. Her nipples were being teased, her anus fingered more and more. His hand came from her bottom and he wedged it in her mouth. Her wetness was spread over her face.
"You are a good girl really, aren't you!
"Yes Sir ! But I'm very hungry and I didn't get to eat your pizza"
The chef completely misunderstood her on this point and said "So you want to eat my pizza, do you."
With that he simply fed his cock down her throat saying "How do you like that?"
As he fucked her face, he reached over an grabbed a thick salami sausage and fed it into her pussy.
"Are you still feeling hungry?"
With his cock now well down her gagging throat, she found a problem in giving an answer.
"How about this as well ?" He then fed another salami sausage into her anus.
"That's not exactly what I meant " she thought. T.B.C.
