Yes, Chef
By Whitfrey.

Away from the restaurant, Whit was a weak, submissive man. He could never keep a girl for longer than a week or two. Having such a small dick certainly didn’t help. He fantasized about his girlfriend cheating on him and degrading him for his small penis.
One day before dinner service, he was in his office changing into his chef’s coat and pants. There was a knock on the door, and Sarah came in before he could say anything. He was mortified and embarrassed. She found it amusing and started laughing. “Oh god, I’m sorry! Sorry for you! No wonder you can’t keep a girl. If I ever dated someone with such a small dick, I’d constantly cheat on him!” Hearing Sarah make fun of him and degrade him, Whit started getting hard. She laughed even harder and said, “You’re enjoying this? You like that I’m telling you I’d cheat on you and that I’m making fun of you’re tiny pecker?” Whit, dumbfounded, just stood there, unable to speak. Sarah barked out an order, “Answer me, bitch! You like the way I’m talking to you?”
Whit snapped out of it and said simply, “Yes, Goddess.”
Sarah laughed and said, “This will be fun and beneficial for me. You, on the other hand, not so much! I’m going to fuck with you. I own you now! Your ass is mine, all because of your LITTLE secret!” She turned on her heel and left without another word.
What was a mess that night during service? Dropped plates, wrong sauces on the wrong dishes, missed tickets, he just couldnt focus. His mind was on Sarah. What did she mean earlier when she said this would be beneficial? Halfway through the dinner rush, Whit turned to his Sous Chef and said, “I’m no good tonight. I’m taking off. You’ve got this.” He rushed to his cramped little apartment and, pulled his pants down as soon as the door closed behind him and started jerking off to Sarah’s words earlier. He came instantly, the best orgasm he’d had in months. After a shower, he sat on his couch, replaying the scene in his office, when suddenly there was a knock at his door. Surprised when he opened the door, Sarah stood on the other side. “Sarah! What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?”
She pushed past him without acknowledging him and sat on his couch. “Well, Chef, aren’t you going to offer me something to drink?” He fumbled around and fixed her a glass of water. Upon entering the room, he almost dropped the glass. Sarah had taken her shoes off and was stretching her toes. She noticed and said, “Of course, a little dick bitch’s like you like feet! Why don’t you come closer and get a proper look?” Whit practically ran across the room. Sarah pats the spot next to her on the couch, and Whit sat. She said, “I’m sorry about the smell. My work shoes are old and stinky.” Whit was mesmerized and watched their every move. Sarah laughed quietly as she leaned back and put them in Whit’s lap. He knew what to do and immediately started to massage them. Sarah let out a soft moan. “I need a new pair of shoes for work, but they’re expensive. I don’t know what to do.”
Whit loved the smell and feel of her perfectly pedicured toes, so she said, “I’ll buy you a new pair if you’d like.”
Before he even realized he’d said it, Sarah said, “Yes, chef!” She pulled her feet away and said, “I’m a size 6.5, and get them in black. If you get me an expensive pair, I’ll give you these old, worn-out ones. Now, I’ve got to run. I’ve got a dick appointment. A big, beautiful black cock is going to stretch my tiny white pussy.” Whit immediately grabbed his little dick and started stroking. Sarah snapped at him, “Did I tell you that you could touch that little dick?”
He jumped in shock, “No, Goddess, you didn’t.”
“That is my little pecker, you touch it when I say you can! You cum when I say you can! We both know you’re not fucking anyone, so maybe I’ll get you a chastity device and wear your key around my neck. Would you like that, bitch? Would you like for me to lock that little pecker up and let you cum when I feel like it?” she said. Whit’s dick was jumping and twitching and exploded without him even touching it. Sarah laughed and turned and left. Clean that up. And don’t you use a rag!”
Confused, Whit said, “How am I going to do that if I can’t use a rag?” Sarah made a slurping sound as she exited and closed the door behind her. Whit sat there for a minute, debating whether he should do it. She’ll never know, he thought. Just then, his phone buzzed with a text from Sarah, “Send me a video of you slurping up your jizz!” Well, that settles that debate, he thought and started a video, slurped up his semen, and sent it to Sarah.
While waiting for her reply, he thought, “What is happening? I’ve got to get a hold of this. She is my employee, I can’t be eating my cum and sending her videos. She could ruin my reputation.” Just then, a Facetime call drew him away from his thoughts. It was Sarah! “Why is she face-timing me at this hour?” he thought. He answered, and my god!! He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
On the screen before him was Sarah. She was naked, and she was riding a muscular black man. She threw her head back in ecstasy and said, “God, you’re black cock feels so good stretching me out! A white pecker could never make me feel this way!”
Whit watched in amazement as her perfect body would rise and fall, rise and fall. She screamed, “Oh my God, I’m cumming! I’m cumming on your huge cock!!”
Whit started working his hand down to start masturbating.
Suddenly, Sarah looked into the camera and said, “Don’t you even think about it, Whit! I didn’t say you could!”
And just like that, the Facetime ended.
The End.
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