Taking my cook's cock 1🍆

Veronica

I didn’t know how God had created a man like my cook.

He was almost unfair to look at. Far too attractive to be standing in my kitchen, calmly cooking and serving meals like it was nothing.

He was young, probably mid-twenties, all lean muscle and quiet strength beneath his shirt. Handsome in that effortless way that made you look twice without meaning to. And compared to my husband… there was no comparison at all. I was sure even his cock would be even bigger and more irresistible.

A few months ago, my wealthy husband had insisted I shouldn’t stress myself in the kitchen anymore. He’d arranged for someone through an agency, and that was how Nikolai came into our home. And without much thought, my husband accepted it.

Then soon after, his business trips became longer, stretching into weeks at a time, leaving me alone with Nikolai.

And the problem was, he didn’t just cook. He moved around the kitchen like he belonged there, sleeves pushed up, focus sharp, the sound of pans, water, and quiet humming filling the space.

I didn’t know how long I could keep pretending it didn’t affect me. How long I could stand there, watching him, feeling that slow pull of something I knew I shouldn’t want.

Because I didn’t want to betray my husband. I really didn’t. But he was never there. And worse than that, I couldn’t seem to stop my body from reacting in ways my mind kept arguing against.

And the most dangerous part of all was how easily he made me forget that he was just the cook.

Victor, my husband was much older than I was. He was in his late forties, while I was in my early thirties. It hadn’t been a love marriage. I had been pushed into it by my parents for his wealth, and I had accepted it because survival had sounded better than rebellion. Back then, I hadn’t thought I had much of a choice. My father had made sure of that.

After a while, life had started to feel dull and repetitive. Shopping malls, parties, galas. Even the sex had gone quiet. Victor sometimes came to me once a week, and even that had started to feel like something I was just going through the motions of, not something I actually wanted anymore.

But the moment Nikolai walked into the house, everything else faded. My thoughts narrowed to one thing only.

How to get him to fuck the hell out of me. I wanted that heat, that rush, something that made me feel young again, even though I was only thirty.

I started wearing sheer things around him. Blouses that slipped just enough to hint at the top of my breasts, skirts and dresses so short they barely behaved when I moved. And he noticed.

He’d give me that soft, boyish smile, then sometimes a quick little wink that made my stomach tighten more than I liked to admit.

Today, I sat by the swimming pool with the sun pressing warm against my skin.

The house was quiet with just the two of us around. I had sent Catherine, the house cleaner, on a two-day break since my husband wouldn’t be back for another week.

Nikolai was in the pool, cleaning it with a long net, dragging out bits of nylon that floated lazily across the water.

I had asked him to do it earlier, when Catherine wasn’t here to help.

I noticed he kept glancing in my direction, a small smirk tugging at my lips. That was my opening.

Even though I wanted him, I still wanted him to be the one to make the first move.

I slid my sunglasses on and tilted my face toward the sun, letting it warm my skin as I pretended not to notice him at all.

I spread my legs wider, letting him see exactly how much I wanted him. I wasn’t wearing any underwear. Just a short swimming skirt and I knew there was nothing left to hide.

I pretended I wasn't looking at him, but when I looked back properly, I could already see the hard bulge in his pants. God, the outline was something else. How could anyone have such a big cock?

If it looked like this from the outside, how would it feel when he actually pulled it out?

I swallowed, shifting in my lawn chair, waiting for him, but he only looked away and kept walking, dirt still cupped in his hand. My expression slipped. I rolled my eyes and tipped my head back, staring up at nothing in particular.

And I was already burning up. Heat pooling low in my stomach like it had no business being there this early.

Now who the hell was going to save me from this?

I pushed myself up and stomped inside. I needed to do something before I lost my mind. How had I even signed up for this kind of torture? Not a single time in a whole week. My body clearly hadn’t gotten the memo.

Thank goodness I had something a dildo at home to deal with it. But even that wasn’t really doing the job anymore.

I needed the real thing.

I walked into my room, heart pounding and closed the door behind me. My clit throbbed so hard it almost hurt, swollen and sensitive from a full week without a cock.

I went straight to the back of my closet, reaching behind a stack of old sweaters to pull out my thick, veiny golden dildo.

Victor hated it more than anything. He’d caught me using it once, and he stayed angry about it for almost a week.

I promised I wouldn’t use it again. I even threw away the one I had, like that would somehow seal the promise shut.

But then his trips became more frequent… and that promise started to feel less like something real and more like something I said just to calm him down.

I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and dropped onto the bed.

I yanked my soaked panties down my thighs, and spread my legs wide.

I unlocked my phone and opened the hidden folder where I kept a bunch of sex videos. I played one where a man was fucking a blonde-haired woman doggy style.

“Ahhh…yes…fuck.” The girl moaned, offering her ass the more to him as the man's pink coloured dick slammed into her wide hole.

I set the phone on the pillow beside me and my own fingers brushed my slick folds as her whimpers sank into my head. I moaned at how wet I already was.

Wet slaps and heavy breathing filled the room from the video, and I found myself wishing I was the one in it. The blonde was obviously enjoying the thick cock something I hadn’t felt in a long time

I pressed the flat head of he dildo against my entrance and gently pushed it. It slid in with a wet sound, stretching my pussy as I worked it deeper.

I imagined it was my sexy cook instead. I imagined his strong hands gripping my hips while he fucked me hard. I pictured his cock replacing the sex toy, slamming into me while I begged for more.

I closed my eyes as my hips rocked up to meet each thrust and my moans grew louder. The dildo filled me again and again and I wished Nikolai would just come and help me out.

Since he didn’t seem attracted to my wet pussy by the swimming pool, maybe my moans would draw him over here.

I rubbed my free hand in tight circles around my clit as my breaths came in short gasps.

The video played on, but all I could see was Nikolai's body over mine, his mouth on my tits and his dick driving into my dripping cunt.

Just then, a small knock sounded on the door.

I instantly froze. I hurriedly switched off the phone and turned around. And just as I had expected, he really came.

My body locked up completely as the thick dildo was still buried deep inside my soaked pussy.

Nikolai stood in the doorway, arms crossed and eyes locked on me like he had been watching me since when I had begun fucking myself.

How did he even get in? I was sure I closed the door. Or was I just so carried away I didn't realize when the door opened.

My clit throbbed so violently it made my thighs twitch. I could feel my walls pulsing around the toy, slick dripping down my ass onto the sheets.

“Need any help in there?” He said in a low husky voice.

“How long have you been standing there?” I managed, voice shaky and breath short.

“Long enough to see how you’ve been enjoying that fucking dildo,” he answered, voice low and rough. He ran a hand through his hair and my eyes dropped straight to his trousers. The bulge there was massive, thick, and unmistakably hard. My clit throbbed harder at the sight.