Cooking Classes

I work as a cooking chef at a local cooking school, and this is the tale of how one of my students got all over me and decided to have me teach her more than just cooking. For the record, I am a tall man, over 6 feet tall, blonde, buff and I have been married once. I am 37 years old. I have been working in the culinary business basically all my life, and I got great pleasure in teaching this art.

 

Most of my students are females, all of them over the age of 20 and looking for a spot in the culinary world to work as chefs and what not. They were a promising bunch, and I was honored to teach them everything I knew. Our classes took place only 3 times a week, on Tuesdays, Fridays and Saturdays.

 

I knew some of my students were interested in me, but for the sake of professionalism and not being seen as cheaters (in the school sense of cheating) they never made any advances towards me, and I was completely fine with it for the sake of professionalism. I admit I do have some really hot students, and the one I like the most is named Giselle.

 

Giselle is a really pretty woman. She is only 24, and she has a very appealing body, even though she does not go the gym at all. Her hair is neck-short, brown, and she has captivating green eyes. She has quite the figure, with a very prominent butt and a nice bust. Overall, she was rather eye-catching whenever she entered any room.

 

Tuesday had come and I was already in the kitchen, waiting for my students. One by one they began to walk into the kitchen, leaving their bags in their lockers and proceeding to walk towards the counter with the ingredients I asked them to collectively bring for this class, to make a filled turkey since we were near the thanksgiving celebrations and we were learning pretty thanksgiving-ish recipes, like turkey and pecan pie.

 

It got to my attention that Giselle was nowhere to be seen, which was weird because she was always among the first students to come to class. I suppose she got caught up in something on her way, since I know traffic has been hectic these past few days in the city. The class went on without her presence, and it was also odd for the other students.

 

After finishing the turkey, with filling and sauces included, we had a little feast in the kitchen, and everybody was really proud of how good the turkey had come out. They all passed the lesson, minus Giselle who was absent for some reason. After the class had finished and my students left, I got a text by Giselle.

 

“I am so sorry chef. I could not make it to class today. Are you free on Thursday? I really wish to take today’s class and catch up to my peers”

 

The text caught me off guard, but I was glad she took her time to tell me what had happened and arrange a new day for the lesson, or sort of. I replied to her;

 

“No worries. I’ll come to the kitchen on Thursday so we can proceed with the lesson, but there will be no one else here. I’ll help you with the ingredients”

 

After a few minutes, I had a reply sitting on my phone.

 

“Wonderful, thank you so much chef!”

 

Now, I stopped for a second to think about what was to go down a few days from now. I’d be alone with my, at least to me, most attractive student, in the kitchen. I tried not think much of it, but it sounded rather dream-like, like a porn situation or something. I tried to keep my dirty thoughts at bay.

 

When I was not teaching, I was working at a 3 star restaurant in the city, that despite being near better rated restaurants, was quite popular and had a very good reputation. I was the second main chef, and it was a rather hectic job, because of how filled the restaurant was during nights, especially on weekends. Luckily for me, I had Thursday free so I was able to give Giselle her private lesson on turkey.

 

The week went on and I did not think much of my private lesson with Giselle to happen on Thursday, and before I knew it, Thursday had arrived. It felt weird to go to the kitchen, with a class in mind, on a Thursday. I think this is the first time something of the sort happens.

 

I arrived to the kitchen, and prepared all the tools to make the turkey as well as taking out the ingredients I had bought. About 10 minutes later, Giselle walked into the kitchen, carrying her pink backback, wearing her cooking uniform and sporting a big, attractive smile on her face. “Hello chef” she said, as she proceed to unload her backpack of the contents she had to put on the counter, namely, her ingredients.

 

“Thank you so much for helping me with the ingredients” she said eagerly as she unloaded her backpack. “I did not have much money saved for this” she added.

 

“No problem Giselle. I know these are quite expensive, even if we’re on the season everybody buys them” we laughed afterwards, getting everything ready to start cooking.

 

Giselle was looking delicious today. She was wearing slight makeup and her natural beauty shone through. Her butt was grabbing my attention more than never, maybe because I was not used to being alone with her, but with all the students. She was more physical than usual, and she was eager to follow every instruction to make the turkey as I told her to.

 

The lesson went through faster than usual, and I attributed this to the fact that we were by ourselves. While the turkey was in the oven, Giselle started complimenting me, something she really had not done before. I was confused at first, but then gave in and started to compliment her too.

 

“I’m so lucky you let me come to this class chef, thank you so much” her eyes were fixated on me, and she kept getting closer and closer.

 

“I can’t just not do whatever I can to help a pretty girl out” I said confidently.

 

“So you think I am pretty?” she said, now with a smile.

 

“Of course. You’re quite attractive in my opinion”

 

“Maybe you know this already, but the other girls and even some guys from class consider you hot, chef” she said, and I laughed. “Yes” I said.

 

She walked towards me and, after I flinched in vain, planted a kiss on my lips. “Do not worry, I will not tell the others” she said, and grabbed my hands, putting them on her butt. I grasped her butt cheeks firmly, squeezing them. This was surreal, but it was really happening. She unbuttoned her top, to reveal her bra less breast, and forced my head to suck on her tits.

 

As the oven continued to heat the turkey, we undressed, and before I knew it, I was pounding her against the clean counter. Her moaning was muffled but satisfactory, and as she softly yelled me to “pound her harder” I could to help but unleash force on her, fucking her with more force, dilating her pink pussy with my cock.

 

I continued to thrust into her, and she got wet over my dick, which I felt was going to explode. After a few more minutes of sex, I pulled her down to the floor and made her suck on my cock. Within moments, she had my load in her mouth, being barely able to suck it completely. She stood up and said “That was tasty, chef” then, the oven made a sound since the turkey was done. Just in time!

 

I told her to dress up while I went to the oven and took the turkey out, letting it cool on the counter. It looked great. I dressed up as well, and then we cut the turkey and began eating, popping open one of the available wine bottles in the kitchen and having dinner together.

 

“It’s weird to have dessert before the main meal, don’t you think?” she said, taking a bite of the turkey.

 

“Certainly. The good thing is that both the dessert and the main meal are completely delicious today, you outdid yourself” I added, and she giggled to herself. “You passed” I added.

 

“Thank you so much for the private class, chef. Maybe I’ll miss some classes more often” she said in a playful tone.

 

“I would be glad to continue to give you private classes if that happens, Giselle” I said to her while finishing my food.

After we were done, we cleaned up and she left, taking what remained of the turkey. Lucky girl, got a fucking, a free class and a turkey for herself.