Pussy Soup

Stephanie enjoyed her job as a waitress at the Paradise, a trendy new hotel.  The tips were excellent, the atmosphere was great and the surroundings were the poshest in town. And when Phillipe arrived from Belgium to be the new chef, things got even better. He was tall, dark, exotic and totally gorgeous! He was also more than a little arrogant, but Stephanie thought she could overlook that. Phillipe was unlike any other man she'd known. She flirted with him every chance she got - and to her great pleasure and amazement, sometimes he'd flirt back.

She started off by brushing up against him as she walked past him. During his first week there, he grabbed her left breast so hard she noticed bruises that night in the shower. One day when she went to the walk-in refrigerator, he was there. He pushed himself up against her as he leaned over to grab a jar of mayonnaise. She felt his warm breath against her neck and felt his groin mash itself into her ass. She grew flustered and said she needed to leave and go to the dining room to check on her tables.

Despite his brashness and her nervousness, she found his attention exciting, and started doing whatever she could to encourage it. The evening he slapped her ass, she was in seventh heaven. It had smarted all night. She'd been really disappointed he'd not left his handprint on her butt. She dreamed about touching him and having him touch her.

Once when she'd needed several things from the storage closet, Philippe had been busy there, She'd been preoccupied with her list when she felt him standing behind her. Suddenly, he was standing next to her and grabbing her ponytail, pulling her hair and yanking her head backwards. His lips mashed against hers so violently it brought tears to her eyes. He shoved his hand inside her uniform, grabbing her breast and roughly feeling her nipple. He pinched it and bit down hard on her lip. For the rest of the evening, she found it hard to concentrate on anything other than her swollen clit and the incredible wetness between her legs. She could barely wait until she got home so she could touch herself and fuck herself senseless with her big vibrating dildo. She lay on her bed with her legs spread wide open. She closed her eyes and imagined Philippe's hands all over her body. Just the thought of it gave her the shivers.

Not long after that, the two of them had been responsible for closing the restaurant. After all the work was done, Stephanie was hanging around even though she could have gone home. She waited until she was positive Phillipe was completely finished working, too. She wanted his complete and undivided attention. She had a plan.

She called to him from across the kitchen. When he looked up, she leaned over, hiked up the skirt of her waitress uniform, spread her legs apart and flashed him her bare ass, letting him know she wasn't wearing any panties. Then she turned to face him and lifted her skirt again to show him she sported a shaved snatch. She smiled, winked and pulled her skirt down.

Philippe lunged across the room at her and shoved her up against the wall. He ripped her flimsy waitress uniform open; buttons went flying everywhere. He shoved her bra up over her breasts and roughly rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He dug his fingernails in cruelly.  "You nasty little whore !" he hissed at her. "You've been serving my fine food all night long with no panties on ?" You filthy cunt ! Open your legs again for me, you little slut ! Do it !"

This was not part of her plan. Stephanie was somewhat unnerved, but she did as she was told, spreading her legs as far apart as she comfortably could. Philippe picked up a cucumber and told her to open her mouth. He shoved it in and out of her mouth, forcing her to suck on it. It stretched her mouth unpleasantly, making her gag. Then he yanked it out of her mouth and suddenly shoved it up her cunt and fucking her with it furiously. Having her cunt stuffed so full felt really good, but now she wanted some attention paid to her clitty.

But Philippe thought she was enjoying all this a little too much. He had other things in mind. He pulled the cucumber out of her dripping cunt and put it aside. He then told her to bend over the counter. He greased her asshole with a fingerful of butter. He pulled her asscheeks apart and pushed a hard thin salami into her asshole, causing her to flinch and cry out. This  hurt, and she didn't like it. He only laughed and rammed it harder and deeper into her ass. He continued this until he grew tired of it.

Next he blindfolded her with a dirty napkin. Then he bent her backwards over a butcher block island and grabbed a dirty towel, which he used to tie her wrists together over her head. He used another towel to fasten them to the meat grinder. He kept her legs spread apart and used dirty aprons to tie her ankles to two worktable legs. 

Stephanie's heart was pounding. Her mind was racing. She was becoming uncomfortable with this whole situation. Normally, she would have struggled more, but being blindfolded made her feel vulnerable and uneasy. With one quick, violent movement, Philippe ripped her uniform from her body. Then he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, leaving her totally naked before him. Even though her cunt was sopping wet, she wasn't liking this as quite much as she'd expected to.

Philippe stuck his fingers into her sopping pussy and smeared her pulsing cunt with the thick, creamy goo he found there. He smeared it on her clit for a few seconds, causing her to thrust her hips wildly and moan with lust. Then he stopped and laughed, making her humiliation and frustration grow. He shoved his fingers into her mouth, feeding her a generous taste of her pussy juices.

He chose a few of the small peeled potatoes from in a bowl in the refrigerator. He rubbed on her clit just enough to make her squirm and moan some more, then he pulled her cunt lips wide apart and slowly fed the potatoes deep into her pussy, closed it and rubbed her clit some more. Then he bent over and licked the very tips of her erect nipples, making them  wet, and blew lightly on them. It made her crazy.

Sitting next to the grill was a small metal container holding melted butter and a small brush used to coat food with butter in preparation for cooking.  He picked it up and brushed her clitty and engorged pussy lips delicately with the warm buttered brush. She tossed her head from side to side wildly and moaned from deep in her throat. He laughed. She broke out in a sweat.

He stuck his long fingers deep up her snatch and retrieved the potatoes, which were no longer cold. He placed them in a separate dish with the cucumber from before. He basted a smallish purple eggplant with warm butter and pushed the littlest end into her cunt, wiggling it around and mashing it against her clitty. He slowly fucked her with the eggplant, stopping before she could come. Stephanie was so hot by now, her chest was heaving and her cunt juices were running down her thighs. He placed the eggplant next to the potatoes from he'd retrieved her cunt. Then he fucked her with the brush handle for a few minutes.

Philippe untied Stephanie's ankles and flipped her over on her belly, placing a big pile of dirty aprons under her to keep her ass elevated. Then he spread her legs and re-tied her ankles firmly.

"You nasty little slut ! You've displeased me greatly tonight, and you deserve to be punished. You need to learn." He spanked her bottom with his hand - hard - and watched as the soft, pale flesh jiggled slightly underneath it. He smacked her butt again, harder this time - hard enough to leave a warm red handprint. He amused himself for a few minutes by  spanking her harder and harder; first striking one of her ass cheeks and then the other. Then he pulled her pussy lips wide apart to see how wet she was getting. Stephanie was embarrassed by this close inspection and tried to clench her buttcheeks and keep her pussy lips together.

"You're a very bad girl ! You have further displeased me ! Will you ever learn ? " He got two fat carrots from the refrigerator and greased them up. He slowly inserted one into her cunt - big end first - and began working it in and out of her steamy slit. When she began moaning and thrusting her hips, he pulled it out. He pulled her asscheeks apart and rammed the carrot deep into her asshole, the pointed end first. In and out, in and out, in and out . . . Then he began fucking her pussy with the other one, twisting it as it disappeared into her pussy and then came out again. After awhile, the carrots were removed from her holes and placed with the potatoes, the cucumber and the eggplant.

Then he untied her, helped her to sit up and forced her to her feet. He tied her wrists together in front of her and dragged her across the room. When she stumbled, he yanked her upright and swatted her ass with a spatula. When they got where he'd intended, he raised her arms over her head and fastened her wrists to a meat hook. Her feet barely were touching the ground. He got a broom and used it as a leg spreader, tying her ankles with dirty napkins. This was much better; he could spin her; he had easy access to all of her holes now.

He shoved a stalk of broccoli up her cunt and instructed her to hold it there to the count of 50 - which she found difficult with her legs spread so far apart. Then he removed it and smeared her asshole with olive oil. It wasn't necessary because her butthole was slick with her pussy drippings, but he did it anyway just to watch her twitch. He started working a long stalk of celery into her asshole, trying to see how far it would go in. After a couple of seconds, he decided to just leave it hanging there.

He gripped one of her ass cheeks with his left hand and used his right forefinger to make a circular motion around her swollen clitty three times. Stephanie's knees buckled. She very nearly came. Her body glistened with sweat. Philippe yanked the celery out of her asshole and put it with the other vegetables.

Next he walked to a drawer and removed two sets of tongs - one for each hand. He stood in front of her and grabbed the very tip of each nipple. He squeezed hard. And he twisted. She yelped with the sharp pain.

He held an ear of corn in his hand and slid it into her open cunt, tickling her clit with the bumpy kernels. He jammed it hard into her pussy. It was fat, so it stayed there unaided. 

He moved a stool over in front of her and crawled up onto it. He unzipped his pants and pulled his erect penis out. He shoved it into her mouth. Grabbing handfuls of her hair tightly in his hands, he jerked her head backwards and began brutally fucking her mouth, shoving his long penis down her throat.  Stephanie was gagging and sobbing softly when Philippe's hot sticky cum shot from his dick in huge white blobs, splashing across her face and chest. It took her by surprise and made her gasp. When she opened her mouth, he dribbled some warm jizz inside it. He left some hanging in long strings from her hair.

He got down off the stool. Then he removed her blindfold and let her down from the meathook. He pulled the stalk of celery out of her asshole and placed it with the rest of the vegetables. Then he untied her ankles and let her loose from the broomstick. He forced her to her knees and told her he wanted to watch her fuck herself with the ear of corn. Meanwhile, he shoved a turkey baster up her ass. He told her to rub her clit and make herself come. It wasn't long before Stephanie had a massive orgasm so intense she peed herself and collapsed. As soon as she started cumming, Philippe squirted her asshole full of warm water and then removed the turkey baster and shoved a big dill pickle up her butt. He threw her torn waitress uniform at her and told her to get the hell out, but to be back the next day to work the lunch shift.

The next morning, Stephanie walked through the swinging kitchen doors at the Paradise Hotel stiff and sore. She wasn't certain if she was going to be happy to see Philippe or not. In the light of day, she was pretty humiliated thinking about everything he had put her through the night before. To her great embarrassment, he smiled broadly when he saw her.  He handed her a bowl of soup, which he told her was the soup of the day. He instructed her taste it. Her face burned with shame as she dipped her spoon into the bowl and brought slowly it to her lips . . .

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