Kiara
Trey guides me into the kitchen, skillfully removing my dress, panties, and bra before bending me over the stainless-steel counter. Shedding his chef jacket and shirt, he stands before me, clad only in black slacks. My mouth waters at the sight of his well-toned body.
"Trey," I whimper.

"In my kitchen, you'll call me Chef," he says harshly. "You won't move until I say so."
I look around, biting my lip nervously at the thought of someone accidentally walking in on us. I mean, is he sure everyone else left? I don't want him to get in trouble and being mad at me for thinking he fucked someone else may be clouding his judgement.
"Kiara, I asked...Do. You. Understand?" His voice snaps my attention back to him.
Damn, when did he get behind me?
"Yes...Chef!" I yelp as something hard impacts my ass from behind. "W-What was that?" I squeak, attempting to rub my tender flesh, but he seizes my hand and firmly places them back on the counter.
As Trey's deep voice resonates through the room, laced with a commanding dominance, he asks, "What are you being punished for, Kiara?"

"Uh, mistaking a condom in your trashcan as yours," I mutter, unsure.
The object, that feels like a large spoon, comes down on my ass again, the sting more intense this time. "Wrong."
I furrow my brows. If that wasn't the answer, I don't know what it is then.
"I...I don't know," I rush out, feeling both anxious and excited that he'll hit me again. I'm practically dripping down my thighs and I know he can tell.

He rubs the smooth surface of the spoon against one of my ass cheeks. "One, you lied to me earlier." He pauses to bring the object down on my cheek. "Two, I could see how relieved you were when you thought I was fucking someone else so you could have a reason to run."
I tense, tears spilling from my eyes. "T-Trey," I stammer, my bottom lip wobbling as I utter his name, the pain in my chest intensifying. He's right; I was furious when I thought it was his condom, but a part of me, I'm not sure prominent that part was, was relieved I had a legit reason, outside of Candy, to end this.
He takes his time massaging the sting away instead of responding. "You're mine, Kiara. I'm not going to keep pretending that I'm not in love with you because I am, and I can't let you go. I'll never let you go. It's fucking impossible at this point."
My breath hitches, my heart pounding with a chaotic medley of emotions. His declaration of love should bring me joy, but I'm suddenly consumed with overwhelming fear, dread, and uncertainty.
I'm brought back from my thoughts when I feel him spread my legs from behind and delve his tongue into my pussy. I moan, loving the feel of him fucking me with his big, hot tongue. He squeezes my ass cheeks, spreading them apart so he can swirl his tongue around my puckered hole before going back down to lash against my clit.
He slides two fingers inside my pussy, curling them to hit my g-spot. I cry out, feeling my pleasure quickly building. My mind is shrouded in a haze of lust, and I can't even begin to think about how to respond to what he just told me. He seems content to set aside the topic for later, unperturbed by my lack of response, and proceeds to devour me with a relentless determination, as if he's driven by an insatiable hunger. I'm panting with need, on the brink of ecstasy, when he abruptly pulls away.
"Lay down across the counter," he orders. I obey and watches as as heads into the walk in freezer and comes back with a can of whip cream. His eyes darken with lust as he opens it. "Fuck, you're perfect," he rasps. I watch as he shakes the can and squirts some on both of my nipples. Then, he puts a trail from my chest all the way down to the top of my pussy. I moan loudly and arch my back as he sucks my nipples clean, slowly and teasingly, before licking down my stomach. By the time he's done, my body is writhing on the table underneath his touch.
"Please fuck me, Chef," I beg.
He shakes his head. "Not yet. Open." I obey, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue for him. He squirts a mountain of whip cream in my mouth and I quickly swallow it. Lust dances in his eyes as he watches me lick my lips clean.
I want to drive him as crazy as he drives me. Determination surges through me as I sit up and grab the can from him. I look into his eyes as I put whip cream on his nipples. I swirl my tongue clockwise against his nipples, and he grips my ponytail firmly, a soft groan escaping from his lips. "Fuck, that feels good," he hisses. "Take it out." I swallow hard as I pull down his zipper, grabbing the hem of his slacks as I yank them down. His long, hard cock springs out to greet me.
"Oh God," I breathe. There's pre-cum leaking from the tip, and it takes all my willpower to not lick it off.
"You ready for me, Cupcake?" he asks, sucking in his bottom lip seductively.
"Fuck yes!" I pull him closer and wrap my legs around his waist. I grip onto his shoulders, peppering soft kisses along his neck. He smells so good, like a mixture of everything on his menu tonight. My eyes roll back in my head as I swallow his huge dick inside of me, loving the way it stings as I get used to his girth. His thrusts are slow and rhythmic, as if he wants to savor his time inside of me. Shockwaves of pleasure course through me and soon, he picks up speed, his muscles bulging with exertion. My cries echo throughout the kitchen mixed with the sounds of our skin slapping together.
Swiftly, he flips me over before slamming back into my pussy from behind. A loud groan rumbles through his chest as he lifts one of my legs onto the counter and shoves himself even deeper inside me. "Yes Chef!" I exclaim, gripping onto the counter . His thrusts become relentless, his name pouring from my mouth like a chant.
Suddenly, Alex walks into the kitchen and comes to a stop in front of us. I move to cover myself, but Trey presses me against the counter, my large breasts sprawled across the cool metal. He continues pounding into me, gripping onto my waist like at any moment, I could run away. And if he wasn't holding onto me, I sure the hell would.
Alex leans against the door, a smirk playing on his lips. He remains silent, observing us with a dark curiosity in his gaze. "It's okay, Cupcake. He won't touch you. He knows you're off-limits," Trey whispers in my ear.
I wouldn't say I was worried about that, more so that he just caught us fucking in the middle of the kitchen. This is way out of my comfort zone, I never imagined I would be into exhibitionism. This is wrong, but I can't deny the heat coating Trey's dick, the excitement and lust becoming an intoxicating combination.
Trey pulls my ponytail, forcing me to look at his friend. "I think you like this. You want Alex to watch me destroy your pussy?" he growls like a possessed animal.
I nod, my cheeks flushing with shame. What are we even doing right now? Why am I getting off to this?
His hand comes down on my ass, the sound echoing through the kitchen as the sting of his hand clears my anxious thoughts. "Tell Alex who you belong to," he demands in the same possessive, deranged tone.
When I don't answer fast enough, he slaps my ass again. "Y-You," I reply breathlessly.
"That's my good girl."
I watch as Alex shoves his hand into his slacks and wraps it around his erection. He strokes himself slowly, his eyes darkening as he watches us.
Trey and I began fucking at a frenzied pace, and I throw my ass back to meet his every thrust. Pressure is building in my core and I'm seconds from tumbling over the edge. "I'm going to come," I breathe.
I let out a piercing cry as every nerve ending in my body is set ablaze and my pussy contracts around Trey's dick in a series of powerful spasms.
Trey pauses for a moment, his punishing pace picking up again as Alex strokes his cock fast in his pants. I watch him with delirious lust, both him and Trey's moans echoing through the kitchen.
I can't believe this is happening, and I know Trey would stop it if I were truly uncomfortable, but the freaky side he brings out in me wants to see both men come for me.
I clench around Trey once more, triggering his orgasm. He comes deep inside of me, and I moan feeling him pulsate inside me.
Alex groans loudly, his eyes rolling back in his head. My eyes widen at the large wet spot in his pants. "Fuck, that was hot. Nice to see you again, Kiara." Then, he turns away and saunters out of the kitchen.