She let herself in, and was hanging up her jacket when she heard a noise from the kitchens. Seeking its source Emma discovered one of the chefs, a middle-aged ex-army chef named Mike. He was divorced, and had taken the job at the hotel mainly for the free lodging. Emma had never been sure about him. They flirted a little, generally quite harmlessly. Although middle age was upon him, he still had the powerful physique of an army man. She caught him with his nose in the huge, stainless steel fridge, fixing a midnight snack. He was wearing pyjama bottoms in a hideous tartan pattern. Christmas present, she suspected. â€œNice PJs. Did mummy buy them?â€ She teased, sauntering over to him. â€œIâ€™m starving, and that sandwich looks fantastic. Mind if I have a nibble?â€ She steadied the sandwich and took a bite out of the opposite end. He watched her intently, slightly aghast for his sandwich, but curious about her intentions; sheâ€™d hardly spoken to him in the short time since heâ€™d taken the job. â€œI canâ€™t believe you just did that lass, donâ€™t you know that a manâ€™s sandwich is sacred?â€ he teased. â€œHow am I going to grow big and strong if I canâ€™t eat my own supper?â€ â€œAnd just how big could a man get?â€ she giggled, taking a small step closer so she was stood between his knees. She stroked her right index finger up and down the top of his left thigh. He put down his sandwich, then seized Emma about the waist with one huge arm, pulling her close. He whispered in her ear, something about showing her how big a man could get, but she was intoxicated by his scent. Heâ€™d obviously not long since been in the shower, and the clean smell drove her crazy. He kissed her neck with a surprising softness for a man his size, and within seconds their lips met. His moustache tickled her top lip as he teased and tickled her lower lip with his teeth and tongue, the impulses seemingly shooting right through her body and ending up at her clitoris. His right hand snaked its way gently up her vest top, massaging her left breast and rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger, whilst the left scooped generous handfuls of ass. He took both her wrists in one massive fist and held them tightly behind her back, not painfully, but with the full knowledge that she could not free them without his permission. His other hand sought out the zipper on her skirt, and with quick fingers he slowly drew down the zip and popped the lone button. The skirt slipped over her hips and fell noiselessly to the floor, leaving her in white lace knickers and heels. Without exchanging a word the power had moved completely to Mike, even though she had instigated the exchange. He nuzzled her neck, landing light kisses that sent shivers cascading down her spine. They kissed again and she became aware of the growing mound in his trousers, which only caused her to become even more aroused. Releasing her hands he motioned for her to step out of her panties, which she did unquestioningly. He scooped her up in those big arms and sat her on the table. Not knowing what to expect, she put her arms behind her and leant back on her palms, parting her legs to display her stunning vagina, recently shorn of hair. It clearly met with his approval as he smiled broadly, nodding several times. She felt as though she were on display. He started kissing at her belly button and worked down, soon searching out her clitoris in his no-nonsense style. His tongue was quick and dextrous, lashing quickly against her swollen clitoris. On a whim, she took hold of the squeezy mayonnaise bottle. Leaning back so she could see his tongue she squeezed the bottle gently, allowing a trickle of mayo to fall onto her pussy. She had to adjust her aim to make sure it fell directly onto her clitoris, leaving a trail of fluid down her groin. She squealed with delight as the thick, cold liquid fell onto her sex. Without missing a beat, Mike started working the creamy white gloop into her vagina, up and down the lips, around the clitoris and as far inside the hood as he could make his tongue go. The contrast of the warm tongue and the cold mayo drove her crazy! Only seconds later she felt the familiar flush on her cheeks, and as she fought back the screams an orgasm ravaged her groin, spreading waves of heat rippling through her body. He stood up and stepped back, loosening the cord of his pyjamas. She was looking forward to getting his manhood inside her, and if it were in proportion to the rest of him then it would surely be something to savour. Sensing her anticipation he stretched the moment out, but when it came she was definitely not disappointed. Eight inches long, but most impressive was the girth. She seriously doubted that she could fit one of her hands right around it, and she knew she would have to take it slowly. He must have sensed her apprehension, because he leaned in close and said, â€œDonâ€™t worry, Iâ€™ll make sure youâ€™re nice and wet before I bring it anywhere near youâ€¦â€ He pushed her back gently until she was resting flat on her back on the cold steel of the kitchen worktop. It was a little uncomfortable, as her head was hanging over the edge of the surface and if she let her neck go limp her head would point straight down to the floor. She wriggled slightly, trying to make herself more comfortable, but powerful arms stopped her. When she opened her eyes, she realised why. Her head was hanging level with his groin, and as she looked up she could see him coaxing it into a full erection, albeit upside down from her point of view. She felt deliciously dirty and wanted to put on a show for him. Lifting her head so she could look around the table, she saw exactly what she was looking for; three quarters of a cucumber that heâ€™d lopped a few slices off for his sandwich. She stretched out an arm to retrieve it and started to stroke the pointed end gently over her pussy lips. Mike watched intently, the pace of his own masturbation unconsciously synchronising with the prostrate young nymphet in front of him. She raised her knees so the soles of her feet were flat on the worktop, giving herself better access to her sex. Emma parted her labia with the two fingers to gain unfettered access to her clitoris. The cold cucumber felt incredible against her red-hot vagina. Slowly, she worked the tip of the cucumber inside her pussy, until sheâ€™d stretched enough to accommodate it. Pausing to catch her breath, she eased the cucumber in and out until sheâ€™d taken in the first six inches.