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Love and Sex, Steam and Death (sexywriter777 and Mim)

Grim had to smile. "Hmm. A pretty gold collar, perhaps?" He mused, his fingers caressing the side of her hip.

He felt the change in her attitude and her movements as she knew she could show off to this lustful man without ever having to give anything up, showing off her lovely, sexy, young little body with every step. As the chef turned and fled, Grim led Lizzy after him. "Lasagna is an Italian dish, a casserole with pasta, tomato sauce, and meat, topped with some cheese. You'll learn to love Italian food, my love, because I eat it most nights." He said with a laugh and leading her to the bar in the kitchen, facing the stove. He sat down on one of the stools and produced two glasses from a hanging wine-glass rack. After pouring a little white wine into the glasses, he gestured for her to come to him and sit upon his lap.

The chef moved around in the kitchen, grabbing pots and pans, bowls and utensils, trying to both ignore the sexy girl and steal glances when he though Grim and Lizzie weren't watching.
 
Lizzie raised her eyebrows and tilted her head in comprehension when Grim explained the dish. She had never had foreign food before. Before she had come to the Hare, Lizzie had been in a workhouse then an orphanage before that. Most of the food she'd had access to, when she'd had access to it, were things like porridge or bangers and mash. Bland things that were typically over-salted to make up for their lack of taste. The Hare was a little better, but not much. The food was usually drowning in gravy and the wine and liquor was cheap.

The whore followed him into the kitchen and leaned on the bar as he poured the wine, pushing her hips out so her firm ass could be a distraction to anyone who chose to make it so. When instructed, she sat on Grim's lap, straddling his thighs so she could face him. She took a sip of the wine and her eyes widened in surprise. It was so much better than anything she'd had before! If this was the type of wine rich folk drank, Lizzie didn't understand why they weren't drunk all the time!

"Mmm..." Lizzie groaned, smiling and kissing Grim before setting her glass back on the bar and turning around.

She still sat on his lap, but her back was against his chest as she laid her thighs against his and curled her ankles around the legs of the bar stool so her knees were wide open. Part of her appeal to many patrons of the Wild Hare was that she kept herself completely shaven, part of her "young, innocent virgin" act, so every part of her was visible to the chef. Lizzie tilted her head back so she could plant soft kisses on Grim's neck, raising her arms to clasp her fingers behind his head. This way her entire body was on display to the chef, showing him what he could now never have.

"I could get usedter this," she murmured against Grim's skin before lifting her head to take another sip of wine.
 
Grim smiled slightly. "Hmmm. Good, I'm sure you can feel how much I'm enjoying this." he said. She was positioned right over his manhood, which was already rather stiff, pressing into her through the fabric of his pants. He wrapped his arms around her as she spun about, and one hand came up to cup one of her breasts while the other slid down her side to linger between her legs, gently cupping her sex and grinding against it as her lips planted their teasing kisses on his neck. He loved knowing that the chef could see everything they were doing, from his touches on her expose sex to her kisses against his neck.

And the chef was most certainly watching, his gaze flicking over to them whenever he thought he could get away with it, not knowing that they intended for him to watch. His eyes were transfixed by her shaven lips for a moment, before Grim's hand broke his trance by briefly blocking them from view as he caressed his prize.
 
"Aah! Ooohhmmm...." Lizzie gasped and groaned against Grim's neck as he touched her delicate, wet sex.

"Glad I could find sommat ter please yer," she murmured, pressing her hips against his hand. "Mmm you've awweys took such good care o' me, Grim. S'the least I could do."

Lizzie's pretty pink nipples stood proudly at attention for Grim's skilled fingers. His cool hands slid over her warm breasts and hot snatch with ease, and a few times the whore nearly laughed aloud whenever she caught the cook glancing away before he was caught staring. With a moan one hand slid down from his neck, over her body, between her legs. Her fingers joined Grim's momentarily before continuing down to the stiff shaft between her thighs. Slowly, lovingly she caressed it through the cloth, teasing him a little before she would finally undo his trousers.
 
Grim smiled at her sounds of pleasure, her hips rocking against the palm of his hand. He fondled her breast gently, his fingers gently flicking over her perky nipple. His lips went to her neck now, nibbling and teasing at the flesh as he suckled gently, no doubt leaving a mark on her. She was his, after all. He felt her hand slide down to her crotch before slipping further down and caressing his cock through the fabric of his pants, and he groans softly in response.

The hand against he sex slowly slipped a finger into her, exploring the dripping arousal within her pretty slit. As she moaned within his arms, the chef continued his glances at the pair of them, and the bulge within his pants, though not large, was enough to make it obvious- he was enjoying the sights, and wanted nothing more than to join in. Grim had no intention of letting him do so, however. Instead, he whispered in Lizzie's ear, "I plan to keep taking good care of you, if this is how you repay that." He said with a grin, before his lips returned to her neck.
 
Lizzie smiled at Grim's reaction to her touch. It was nice to know she pleased him as much as he pleased her. A tingling shot from her nipples up to her throat as he played with her nipple and nibbled on her pale, creamy flesh. It was nice to be marked by him. To be marked by only him, as if it were a brand. Every now and then she glanced over at the chef to see him openly watching, his laughably small erection making his desire clear. Lizzie grinned; now that she was Grim's girl, she wasn't obligated to offer herself to the man in whom she had no interest. They could sit here and make him watch and she didn't have to do anything with him if she didn't want, and she didn't want.

Grim's finger slipped into her dripping cunt, causing her to gasp in surprise and lift her hips, pressing her head against his shoulder. They hadn't had foreplay this good in a while, but finally realizing what her feelings were and admitting them to Grim, belonging to Grim...it made everything so much more intense and exciting. His breath was hot on her ear as he whispered to her and she whimpered in helpless pleasure, closing her eyes.

"Mmmm an' so much more," she promised, skillfully undoing his pants with one hand and pulling his thick cock out so she could better pleasure him. His lips returned to her neck and she smiled. "What iffin' yer branded me forever, hmm? Wouldjer like that?"
 
"Hmm. I wouldn't mind marking you as mine..." He whispered to her. "But not someplace that would show at formal functions." he said, and his fingers released her nipple for a moment to trail down her ticklish side. "What about here?" He said with a soft chuckle, knowing how ticklish she was. He loved to feel her squirm in his arms. His finger continued it's work at her sex, sliding slowly in and out of her, feeling her warmth and wetness.

Her hand stroking his cock caused a soft guttural groan to slip past his lips, squeezing her gently. The chef had stopped trying to hide his glances and now openly watched them as they played, hands pleasuring each other with wild abandon.
 
Lizzie squealed and jerked as she was tickled. "No fair! Stoppit!" she squealed, still giggling as she settled back in again.

"Should I getcher name?" she suggested softly, groaning as his finger pushed deep inside her. "Maybe yer family crest? Get a tattoo, yeah?" She gently grabbed the hand on her breast with her free hand. "Right 'ere?" She took Grim's hand and slapped it on the side of her ass with a loud smack! sound. Without Grim putting some effort behind it himself, it wouldn't leave any sort of mark or pinkness, but she never minded when it did.

When he groaned, Lizzie smiled. Slowly her hand worked its way up and down his thick cock, heavy and warm in her palm. Gently she squeezed as her hand worked upwards, playing with his tip before sliding back down. She bit lightly at his neck as her hand left him only for a moment. She gently pulled Grim's fingers from her tight snatch and slid her fingers in one at a time, rubbing her palm over her sopping clit before returning her hand to his shaft, sliding her palm more easily over his length now.

"I 'ope we dun gets no burnt food, dunchoo?" she murmured quietly, glancing over at the cook before returning all of her attention to Grim.
 
Grim laughed, grabbing her ass with the hand she had used to smack it lightly. "Yeah, a tattoo of my family crest right here, mark you as my girl, hm?' he said in agreement, and smiled lightly as she lubricated her hand with her arousal. there was something supremely arousing about her doing that, using her own slickness to pleasure him. His hand returned to her sex, slipping two fingers in this time and picking up a slow thrusting beat, in out, in out.

Her hand playing over his cock caused periodic soft groans from his lips, and his other hand wandered her body, fondling her ass, tits, and caressing her sides as he still suckled gently on her neck.

The chef was startled slightly by her comment and went to work again, but made sure to do it in such a manner so that he could always glance up and watch the couple fondling and touching each other.
 
Lizzie groaned as Grim picked up the pace, this time with two fingers. Her hips thrust gently back, but she couldn't move too much without risking falling off of the stool. Breathing heavily she nibbled at his ear, doing her best not to beg yet. It wasn't as fun when she begged too early. She moved her hand up and down his shaft to the same rhythm he pumped his fingers in and out of her hot pussy.

"Get a brand right on me flank," she breathed next to his ear, panting. "An' you kin go fer a pony ride whenever ya wants. Me mistress...at the 'Are...she likes pony rides. Maybe...iffin yer wantsta sometime...we kin invite 'er over ta play?" Lizzie had seen Grim watch the girls whose gimmick was other girls. It was always worth a try, and several women had put her in that position already. Lizzie couldn't say she didn't enjoy it, but she definitely preferred Grim.
 
Grim had to grin at that suggestion. "Hmmm. That certainly sounds like fun... But then I'd have to share you." he said with a soft laugh. He pants in his ear told him how much she was loving this, and his groans were his sign to her of the same thing. Soon enough he would want to take her. He still wasn't sure what he wanted though. Bend her over the bar and fuck her from behind, let the chef see her bouncing tits? Or have the little slut of his ride his shaft so the chef got the full picture? Both were tempting.

The chef, to his credit, was about half-way done with the dish, and though it was taking him longer than usual, it was coming out just as good, if not better. The smell of lasagna started to fill the kitchen, creating an odd mix with the musky scent of their arousal and pleasure.
 
Lizzie shared his soft chuckle before gasping as he hit a sweet spot. Her free hand found his and slowly guided it up her body, across her smooth stomach, over her soft, generous tits, up her throat, until she could capture the first two fingers of the hand not inside her in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around them and groaned, suckling on them while her hand slid from his wrist to his arm and grabbed on for support.

It was too much; she had to have him. Grim's fingers always felt wonderful inside her, but the satisfaction was nothing compared to his hot, thick shaft pounding her sweet little cunt. Continuing to stroke his wonderful cock, she began to slowly push her hips against hit as her hand reached the tip, driving his fingers deeper inside her and suggesting that she wanted more all at the same time. The whore moaned loudly around Grim's fingers, sucking harder on his fingers as her voice echoed around the kitchen. She didn't care what the chef got to see, so long as Grim would just fuck her already.
 
He smiled slightly as her soft lips wrapped around two of his fingers, suckling lightly on them as she ground her hips downward onto his fingers. He could feel how hot and needy her set was, and knew exactly what she wanted through her loud moans and movements. After another minute or so of teasing her, letting her tongue play around his fingers and her hips rock against the ones inside her, he slipped both out of her.

Leaning forward, he propped her up against the bar slightly as he aligned his massive manhood at her sweet slit. Then he rocked her back onto it, his hot shaft slipping easily into her sopping folds. His hands went to her hips, lifting her lightly, guiding her into riding his rod as his hands caressed her once more, his lips suckling on the other side of her neck, though this time, not enough to leave a mark. Not that either of them would care.

The chef was now highly aroused, and distracted. He would periodically drop utensils as he glanced at the fucking pair only feet from him, so passionate he could feel the heat of their bodies. The mixing musk of their sex coiled around with the aroma of the food in the oven.
 
Lizzie grinned as Grim finally, finally gave her what she wanted. She groaned and whined, however, when he slid his fingers from her mouth. He knew she had an oral fixation! Well...maybe she could convince him to give them back in a little bit. He positioned her over him and she gasped as his huge, throbbing shaft finally slid into her tight cunt.

"Oh Grim!" she murmured, fingertips digging into his shoulders. "Oh yeah...oooohhhh...!"

Slowly at first, Lizzie rode her Master. Gradually she began to pick up speed as he suckled at her neck. Once she had gotten him to cum inside her, she would have to convince him to lay her on her back on the bar so he could suckle at her breasts. She loved watching him do that. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Lizzie ran her fingers through Grim's hair as she thrust faster, harder, as she came closer.
 
Her thrusting body atop his rod caused a groan to slip from his lips, quietly. Those two fingers went back to her lips, teasingly dancing on their soft pinkness before slipping into her hot mouth again, allowing her to indulge in her fixation once more. His other hand helped guide her thrusts as her wet slit steadily drove him towards a mounting pleasure. Her fingers lacing through his hair made him smile slightly, and he caught the envious glances of the chef. Ah, well he thought, It's good to be the boss.

The chef, indeed, was envious of Grim, and yet he was thoroughly enjoying the show, as the slightly visible bulge in his pants showed. He was practically panting with arousal whenever he stole a glance at them, yet he continued to cook. He was about half-way finished with the meal that might have otherwise been done by now.

But Grim certainly didn't mind the wait.
 
Lizzie sighed and moaned when Grim's first two fingers danced along her lips, then slid back into her mouth. She curled her tongue around the slightly calloused, manicured digits then began bobbing her head up and down them, sucking. She closed her eyes in pleasure and moaned as though sucking on his thick, delicious cock. She smiled around his fingers.

Slowly she thrust her hips faster and faster, guided by Grim's firm hand. Opening her eyes slightly, they slid sideways to follow Grim's gaze toward the cook. She smiled a little more widely around his fingers before closing her eyes again and moaning louder. The audience only served to turn her on more. She was so close...

"Mmm...please..." she moaned around Grim's fingers, begging with her eyes.
 
Grim smiled as he felt her tongue playing around his fingers, as if imagining his cock in both her cunt and mouth. Her thrusts downward became more rough and quick as her pleasure mounted, and he smiled slightly as she begged for release, moaning around his fingers. She was such a good little toy, asking permission to cum. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"Cum, my slutty little pet. Cum, and bring your Master to orgasm as your tight walls and sweet cunt pulse and squeeze around his cock." He ordered with a smile.
 
"Mmm yes, Master!" Lizzie all but wailed. "Oh God thank you Master!"

Over the years Lizzie had learned both through having to give refunds and through getting smacked around a bit by clients that if she was told not to cum until given permission, she was to do as she was told. She had come to be able to hold her orgasm until given permission, if ordered. With a scream her slick walls clamped down hard around Grim's pulsing cock. She threw her head back onto his shoulder and arched her back away from Grim's body.

"Ooohhh! Oh God yes! Ah!" The cook was all but forgotten. This was one of the best orgasms she'd ever had in her life.
 
Lizzy's orgasm, as he had anticipated,was enough to hurl him over the edge into orgasmic bliss. He grunted quietly As her hips pressed down against his thick tool and her silken walls clamped around his girth. His seed swept into her in waves, hot, steamy, and sticky.

After a brief moment of quiet panting, Grim tilted his head to lightly suckle at the exposed flesh of her neck as her head leaned against his shoulder. "You know how I love your sounds of pleasure." He whispered in her ear, breath playing around the sensitive skin as it had done so many times before.

The chef had paused in his cooking to watch the grand finale, but had torn his gaze away to finish preparing the salad as the lasagna finished cooking. His poor, unattended arousal pressed roughly to his trousers, still prominent, his raging desire for his boss's girl.
 
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