Mikaela was a fresh culinary school grad, ready to jump headfirst into the workplace. She had dreams of being a well-known upscale chef and owning her own restaurant someday.

But for now, she was walking into her first job and her biggest problem (she would soon find out) would be a strict, demanding chef with a cocky attitude.

As she walked into the kitchen, she looked around for the office to introduce herself to Damon, the executive chef and owner.

As soon as he saw her walk in, he said, "Are you clocked in yet?"

"Yes," Mikaela replied.

Damon had an irritated look on his face as he stood up from behind his desk.

"Ok first things first - when I ask you a question or give you direction, your first and only answer will be 'yes chef'. Understood?"

Mikaela nodded her head and confidently said, "Yes, chef."

She was already sidetracked. When Damon stood up, she immediately noticed the full sleeve tattoos on both arms, strong biceps and hands that looked gentle but firm, and she was trying to stay focused.

"Good, now let me show you around. We already are booked for tonight and there's a lot of prep to get done."

Damon threw on his chef coat and grabbed his baseball hat, putting it on backwards, and led Mikaela out to the kitchen. She followed him as he gave her a tour of the kitchen, showing her around the prep space and then out to the dining room. After they got back to the kitchen, he asked Mikaela if she had any questions.

"Nope! I'm ready to get to work!" she said.

"I'm gonna put you over here with one of our prep cooks chopping some veggies for our specials tonight. Let's see if your knife skills are any good."

Mikaela was excited, but she already was getting a sense of feeling overlooked. She could tell Damon didn't give two shits about a young girl fresh out of culinary school thinking she'd actually be able to make a difference.

As the next couple days and weeks passed by, it was all more of the same. She went to work, got there early, kept her head down, memorized recipes, stayed late to clean her station, doing all the things she thought would get the attention of chef Damon. And yet, she was still just a prep cook who didn't seem to matter.

After about a month, Mikaela got the nerve to approach Damon in his office one day before her shift. She knocked on his open door and said, "Excuse me, chef? Do you have a minute?"

"Yea," Damon replied shortly.

Mikaela walked in and sat down across from him. Her mouth was parched from her anxiety.

"I just wanted to say thank you for everything you've taught me since I've been here, but I don't think I'm really getting very far. I think I'm going to have to give you my notice of resignation."

Damon looked up from his computer and locked eyes with Mikaela. She was terrified.

"You don't wanna do that," he said.

"I'm sorry?"

"You don't wanna do that. Look. The truth is the last few weeks were a test. I wanted to see if you were competent enough for the job and would take direction. I'm one of the most successful and well respected chefs in the country. Luckily for you, you've passed the test. I want you to start working with me to learn some inventory and purchasing things and take over some of the day to day stuff for me. Think you can handle that?"

Mikaela was trying to hide the excitement inside her and not show her cards to Damon.

"I won't let you down, chef," she said.

Damon stood up and said, "Let's get through dinner service tonight. Come see me after close."

"Yes, chef," Mikaela responded and left the office with a smile on her face.

After one of the busiest nights the restaurant recorded, Mikaela walked into Damon's office. He was turned around away from the door, changing his sweaty t-shirt and putting on a fresh black t-shirt. Mikaela was shocked to see that he was completely tatted front, back and sides on his torso on top of the full sleeves she saw earlier. He turned around after pulling his clean shirt down over his head, and Mikaela stood in the doorway with a dumbfounded look on her face.

"Shit I'm so sorry, chef. I didn't know you were changing."

"It's all good," Damon replied. "Hey good job tonight. Seriously. You wanna come with me and do a quick inventory of the walk in so we can get a produce order first thing tomorrow? Then we'll write a prep list for the morning and get out of here."

Mikaela was a little irritated. They just did record sales tonight and Damon was asking her to stay late?

"Whatever," she thought to herself. "It'll be better for me in the long run."

Damon grabbed a clipboard and walked to the cooler as Mikaela followed. They walked in and Damon gave the clipboard to Mikaela and said, "Count your on-hand inventory and then we'll compare it to our pars back in the office."

Mikaela was so nervous that Damon was actually starting to trust her with some more tasks that she dropped the clipboard. As she bent down to pick it up, Damon noticed her black thong sticking out from her chef pants. He smiled to himself and bit his lower lip. After they finished counting, they went back to the office and finished up the last of everything for the night. As they were locking up and leaving out the back door, Damon said, "By the way, black is my favorite color," and winked at Mikaela.

Her head was spinning as she drove home trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about.

As she walked into her one-bedroom apartment and started her shower, she got undressed and slipped her thong off. She looked around her little home and was so proud of herself. She had landed a solid job at a prestigious restaurant, working under a well-respected chef.

She was able to move into her own place, buy her first big girl car, and had plans to travel once she had saved up some money.  She snapped back to reality as her shower heated up, looking down on the floor where she had taken off her thong and realized what Damon was referring to about the color black.

She felt a warmth come over her body starting in her belly. As she got in the shower, she played with herself until she orgasmed to the thought of Damon fucking her brains out. She stepped out to dry off and thought to herself, "I can't believe I just fantasized about my own boss fucking me..."

The next morning, Mikaela got up early for work and she got a phone call as she was drinking her cup of coffee. She looked at her phone and saw "Damon" on the screen. "Son of a bitch," she thought to herself.

She answered the phone. Damon wasted no time in ruining her relaxing morning. "Hey, one of our cooks called off, can you come in early for prep?"

Mikaela rolled her eyes and said, "Yea.  I'll be there soon."

There was a long pause. "Excuse me?"

"Shit. I'm sorry. Yes, chef, I'll be there as soon as possible."

"Gonna pay for that one later," she thought to herself as she rushed out the door.

Mikaela got to the restaurant,  only to find that she was the first one there other than Damon. She walked into his office and sat down while he was working at his computer. Damon looked up and said, "I see you wore a black shirt today."

Mikaela couldn't help but crack a tiny smirk. Why the fuck was he so charming? He acted like a dick as her boss, but there was just something about him.  When he could be casual and playful, it made her wet.

"You wanna see what it looks like on the floor?" Mikaela said.

She was almost shocked with herself for saying that out loud.

"Was that a good idea?" she thought to herself.

Mick was confident in her body and her sexuality, but had she gone too far this time? She was athletic, but thick. All the boys in high school and college drooled over her, and she knew it. Her long, dark hair and tan complexion made her light blue eyes pop.

Her tattoos were coming along nicely, especially the ones she hid on her torso. She was most proud of the flowers on her sternum, placed perfectly between her tits. And the cursive lettering down her spine.

She often daydreamed about watching Dame fuck her tits and watch his cock move over her ink.

Damon simply stood up and walked over to shut his office door. As he came back over, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Mikaela's mouth started to water.

Damon sat back down in his chair as Mikaela stood up, walked around the desk and got on her knees in front of him. She tied her hair into a ponytail and then reached for the waistband of Damon's pants. She quickly pulled them down to his ankles and could already see a bulge through his boxers.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me!" she said.

"What?" replied Damon.

"Of course you have a huge cock too. Is there anything about you that isn't irresistible?"

Mikaela stroked him through his boxers and was amazed that he started to get even harder and bigger. She couldn't hold back any longer.

With both hands she reached into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down to his ankles. Her eyes widened and she drew a deep breath when she saw his cock in all its glory.

"Oh fuck..." she muttered.

She looked up at Damon as her hands started exploring his abdomen, rubbing his abs, sliding her hands down to his thighs.

She grabbed his thick cock in one hand as she gently teased him by just kissing the head. She looked up at him and smiled an evil grin. As her gaze moved away from his eyes, she slowly dripped some spit from her lips onto his head, watching it fall slowly down his shaft. She slowly started stroking him using her spit, getting his hard cock lubed for her throat.

Damon started quietly moaning, and that was all the fuel that Mick needed. She stuck out her tongue and deepthroated his entire dick until her forehead rested on his abs.

"Holy shit!" Dame said.

Mick smiled to herself with his dick still in the back of her throat. She came up for air before she went back down and started working up a rhythm, getting his cock drenched with saliva with each move of her tongue.

Mikaela couldn't help but moan with Dame's cock in her mouth. Her pussy was practically dripping just from blowing him.

She reached a hand into her chef pants and felt her soaking wet pussy with a couple fingers while she kept sucking.  Teasing her own clit just fueled her desire for Dame's cum.

She pulled off of his dick for a second, spit already dripping down her chin. She reached down to pull her shirt off over her head, and then immediately went back to deepthroating her boss. She started choking and gagging on him, trying to force him to cum.

With tears running down her cheeks, sweat forming on her forehead and spit dripping down her chest onto her tits, Mick simply couldn't get enough of her boss's thick cock.

She moaned wildly as her bra was getting covered in her own spit and Damon's precum.

Soon, she could feel Damon start to tense up just slightly. Both of his strong hands grabbed the back of her head as he grunted, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum"

Mick moaned and pulled his cock out just long enough to say, "Yes, please. Cum in my mouth, chef."

Dame stood up from his chair and pushed Mikaela back enough so that he could stand in front of her. She was amazed how much more turned on she was as he towered over her. She looked up at him with lustful eyes as the slowed the pace of her mouth, patiently waiting for him to shoot his load in the back of her throat.

Dame closed his eyes as he grabbed her ponytail tightly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he yelled.

His hands grabbed her hair even tighter and Mick started to feel him dump load after load after load of his cum in her mouth. She tried to swallow every drop like the good girl she was, but he was cumming more volume than she could take.

It started to spill out of her lips onto her chin and down her chest.

Mikaela swallowed all she could as she cleaned up her tits and licked it off her fingers. She smiled as she looked up at Damon.

He pulled her up and kissed her before sliding his tongue in her mouth.

"Sit down on the desk and face me," he said.

"Yes, chef," Mikaela answered.

She stood up and pulled her chef pants off, tossing them to the floor before she sat up on the desk and turned to face Damon.

He quickly knelt down in front of Mick, pulled her panties to the side and began gently kissing her already soaking wet clit.

Micks eyes started to roll back and she let her head lay back on the desk. Damon's tongue slid inside her pussy. "Ooohh fuck," she said quietly. She gently started running her fingers through his hair as his tongue pushed deeper inside.

Damon was savoring the taste of her young, warm pussy. He moaned into her as he ate her out.

His tongue moved up to her clit, sending Mick over the edge; she almost lost it. She gasped sharply as he flicked her clit over and over with his tongue. He was turning her into a fucking waterfall.

It wasn't long before Mikaela felt a warmth inside her belly. Her mind was in a whole other world at this point, and her orgasm wasn't far off.

"Jesus..." she muttered.

Her legs started to shake and she lost control. Mick screamed as her orgasm crashed over her body, "Fuck, I'm cumming!"

Mikaela was seeing stars as she started to come down from her orgasmic high. She was breathing heavily, sweat dripping off her forehead as she pushed herself up onto her elbows, still sitting on Damon's desk. She unhooked her bra and tossed it onto the floor with the growing pile of their clothes.

"Fuck, those are perfect," Damon said as he admired her perky tits.

"They'll look better once you cover them in cum, chef," Mick replied.

Dame needed no more motivation than that. He pulled Mikaela to the edge of his desk by her thighs and spit into his palm. He was just starting to get hard again after his orgasm earlier. He stroked his cock a couple times before he tapped the head on Mikaela's still sensitive clit. She looked up at him with eyes that practically were begging him to fuck her.

"Fuck me. Please," Mick said.

Damon stared into Mick's light blue eyes and slowly pushed the head of his thick cock inside her. Mick moaned quietly as she bit her bottom lip. Slowly, inch after inch pushed into her soaking wet pussy until Dame was balls deep inside of her.

"Fuuuck..." Mick moaned. Damon pulled out and then went back in with a little more force this time. He gently started fucking Mick as he pulled one of her legs up and placed it over his shoulder. Mikaela smiled as she watched her boss thrust in and out of her pussy. His rhythm was perfect and Mick couldn't get enough. She reached down and started playing with her swollen clit while Damon stretched her pussy out with this thick cock.

"Fuck me harder, chef," Mikaela begged

Dame spread Mick's legs wide and pushed her down into the desk as he started fucking her harder. He was going as deep inside her as he could with each thrust.

When Mikaela was getting close to another orgasm, he pulled out and knelt down in front of the desk. He started flicking her clit with his tongue before he slid it inside her to taste his pre-cum in her pussy.

Before Mick could get off completely, Damon told her to stand up and bend over the desk so he could fuck her from behind.

Mikaela did as she was told and bent over for Dame to do what he wanted.

Damon wasted no time and slid his cock back inside Mikaela from behind. With both hands grasping her hips tightly, Dame started fucking her brains out. Mick whimpered, "Holy shit!"

"Does that feel good? You like my cock in you?" Damon asked her with an aggressive tone.

"Mhmm," Mick replied.

Dame smacked her ass hard, leaving a red handprint.

"Is that how you answer me?" he said

"No, chef. I'm sorry, chef."

Dame smacked her ass even harder this time. "Now try that again," he demanded.

"I fucking love your big cock in me, chef. Please don't stop."

Somehow Damon started going harder and even deeper. Mikaela felt like his cock was gonna split her in half from the inside but it was somehow the greatest feeling she'd ever experienced. She had always heard the term "rearrange your insides" but she honestly was afraid that her boss was doing exactly that.

Mick could hardly hold up her body weight at this point and she was thankful for the desk that she was bent over. Dame had full control over her and he was using it to his advantage. She could hear how wet her pussy was while he fucked her, and the feeling of his strong hands gripping her ass and her hips was gonna send her over the edge again.

Just then, Damon reached up and grabbed her ponytail hard. He yanked her head back to make Mikaela look back at him while he fucked her.

"Jesus fuck..." Mikaela said as she locked eyes with him. "I'm gonna fucking cum again, chef."

Dame kissed her as he wrapped his hand around her ponytail.

Mick knew her orgasm was gonna wreck her this time and she wanted nothing more. She closed her eyes and fell back into the desk again, simply letting Damon do whatever he wanted to her. He was pulling so hard on her ponytail as she started to scream.

"Just don't cum inside me."

"I'll cum wherever the fuck I want to," Dame snapped back.

Mikaela lost all control as her pussy throbbed and pulsed, wrapped around Damon's cock. Her entire body started to shake. She had never felt anything like this.

As she started to come back to reality, she felt Dame pull his cock out of her. She had no energy left as she lay on the table, knees still trembling. She felt her boss shoot rope after rope of his cum onto her back and her ass as he grunted. Damon smacked her sore, tender ass yet again.

To Mick's amazement, she felt Dame then slide his dick directly back in her.

"Fuck, chef. Please. I don't know if I can take anymore."

He went right back to filling up her tight hole, though he was doing his best to stretch it out as much as he could.

He smacked her ass even harder this time, his handprint becoming more pronounced on her cheek.

Mick let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a yelp.

"Please..."

Then he smacked her ass again. And then again. And again.

"Please what?"

Something about Dame's measured aggression and egotistical nature was making Mikaela do things she never thought she would.

"I know what you're gonna do, chef. Just do it."

Damon gripped her hips tightly, his strong fingers digging into her skin. Mick had no energy left in her at all. She was simply letting Dame have his way with her sore pussy.

Sweat dripped from his forehead and chest onto Mick's back where his cum already was.

Dame grunted and then dumped yet another load of his cum into Mikaela's pussy. He buried himself as deep as he could inside her as his cock throbbed over and over, until he pulled out.

Mikaela collapsed on the floor next to his desk, covered in sweat, cum, and spit. Her ponytail was a complete mess, her face flushed, ass cheeks swollen and red, and her pussy sore.

She had never felt more satisfied.

Damon walked out of his office and returned with a couple kitchen towels. He tossed them to Mick, who was still lying on the floor and said, "Get cleaned up. Take today off work. You could use the rest."

Mick gathered herself, got dressed and was getting ready to leave the office and head home. Dame stopped her and said, "Oh one more thing."

He kissed her gently and said, "This was fun."

Mick smirked and said, "See you tomorrow."

She walked out to her car and pulled out of the parking lot just before the other cooks were pulling in.

Come back soon for the next chapter!