Selena had been looking forward to her yacht getaway for weeks - a chance to unwind after a hectic schedule and recharge her batteries. But as tends to happen, things didn't quite go as planned.
She had spent the morning lounging on the deck in her favorite one-piece, catching some rays. But when she scrolled through the photos her assistant snapped, all she could focus on was how her belly looked. Frustrated, she deleted the lot and decided to try again later.
Heading inside to find a snack, she spotted her new private chef Michael prepping lunch in the galley. Except he didn't seem to be getting much prep done, as his eyes were locked on her. "See something you like?" she asked teasingly. He turned as red as the tomatoes he was slicing. "Oh gosh I'm so sorry Miss Gomez, didn't mean to stare," he stammered.
Selena couldn't help but smile at his flustered reaction. "It's okay, you're allowed to look. And please, call me Selena." Their eyes met, and for a moment the rest of the world faded away. Was it her imagination, or was there a spark of interest in his gaze?
Selena found Michael's flustered yet smiling reaction quite intriguing. "You know, I could use some company out on the deck," she said. "Think you could whip us up a little picnic lunch?"
"Of - of course, Miss - I mean Selena," he stammered. Within minutes, he had assembled a spread of sandwiches, fresh fruit and wine. As they tucked in while taking in the ocean views, Selena noticed he seemed to have regained his composure.
"So tell me Michael, how'd you end up as a private chef anyway?" she asked. He chuckled. "It's a bit of an unusual story. I was working in a restaurant and the owner knew the booking agent for celebrity chefs. One thing led to another and next thing I knew I was cooking private meals for A-listers."
Selena was impressed by his casual charm. "And how are you finding it so far?" "To be honest, it's surreal but amazing. The perks of the job are pretty great," he said with a wink. She laughed. "I bet you say that to all the famous actresses."
Selena gave Michael a playful smile and said, "So tell me, do you use those magic hands of yours to "knead" more than just bread dough?"
Her bold yet teasing question had the desired effect, turning Michael's ears bright red. "Oh gosh Selena, I would never presume...that is..." he sputtered. She laughed merrily at his flustered reaction. "No need to be so shy! It's a compliment really."
Sensing he could use a subject change, she asked, "So where'd you learn to cook so well anyway?" He was grateful for the redirection. "Mostly from my mom, she's an amazing baker. Then I went to culinary school in Germany and really fell in love with it."
As he spoke more about his passion, his natural charm returned. Selena listened intently, intrigued not just by his skills. As Michael told his story with animated gestures, Selena caught him stealing glances at her ample curves more than once. She pretended not to notice, enjoying his admiring yet flustered reaction.
After a while their eyes met again, and this time she didn't look away. "You know, it's rude to stare," she said playfully. "S-sorry Miss, I mean Selena," he stammered. "It's just...you're so beautiful. Hard not to look."
Selena smiled, flattered by his genuine compliment. On impulse, she reached over and caressed his strong forearm. "Well, since you're being so honest...do you like what you see?" Michael gulped, caught off guard by her direct question and touch.
"I, uh...you look amazing," he said shyly. Encouraged, Selena slid closer, so their bodies were almost touching. "Show me just how much you like it," she purred, taking his hand and placing it on her waist. Michael's breath hitched at the intimate contact. Their eyes locked, desire and hesitation warring within him.
"Are you sure...we shouldn't..." he began unconvincingly. In response Selena closed the gap, pressing her lips to his in a searing kiss. At that moment all doubts fled as natural passion took over...
As their lips met in a searing kiss, all of Michael's doubts and reservations melted away. Selena kissed with a passion that took his breath away, and he found himself responding with a hunger that surprised even him.
When they finally broke for air, she smiled slyly. "Still think we shouldn't?" she teased. Michael shook his head, dazed. "You're...wow. I just never thought..."
Selena silenced him with another kiss. "Well believe it, big boy. I want you." Her bold words sent a thrill through him. Sliding a hand up her thigh, he said softly "And I want you too, more than I should."
She took his hand eagerly and led him below deck. The minute her stateroom door closed behind them, clothes started flying off in a frenzy.
Michael couldn't help but stare as Selena's swimsuit hit the floor, revealing breasts that were even more glorious than he'd imagined. "Shit, look at these big tits," he muttered in awe, cupping their heavy weight. She sighed in pleasure.
"You like?" Selena teased, knowing full well the answer. When he nodded mutely, she took his hands and placed them on her ample chest. "Then play with them." Michael obeyed happily, kneading and caressing as she gasped. Her nipples pebbled under his touch, begging for more.
With his first touch of her glorious breasts, Michael was utterly enthralled. "God, your tits are incredible," he groaned, kneading her creamy softness eagerly.
Selena sighed blissfully, arching into his expert hands. "Mmm, you really know how to worship a girl properly." He grinned up at her. "You deserve to be worshiped like the goddess you are."
True to his word, Michael set about lavishing her mounds with devoted attention. He caressed and squeezed, paying special reverence to her pebbled nipples. When he drew one heavy globe into his hungry mouth, Selena keened in ecstasy. "Oh fuck yes, just like that!"
Michael was in absolute bliss, lost in the pure indulgence of worshiping Selena's glorious chest. The sounds of her moans and gasps only spurred him to greater feats of oral adulation.
As he suckled, his hands smoothed over her silky skin, coming to rest on her wide hips. He squeezed appreciatively. "God baby, your whole body is a work of art." Selena preened under his praise, grinding her damp heat against his swelling length.
Michael was lost in a haze of passion, thoroughly worshiping Selena's magnificent chest. But he sensed her impatience, her need for more.
As he suckled deeply on one taut peak, she cried "Please, I need you inside me!" He glanced up, grinning at her desperation. "Patience princess. Let me savor every inch of you first."
While he focused on her breasts, Selena grew bold. Arching her back, she reached down to shimmy fully out of her one-piece. Michael gasped softly at the reveal - her plush lower curves were even more glorious than he'd dreamed.
"Fuck, you are perfection," he groaned, raking his gaze over her bounty. She writhed under his worshipful stare, swollen pink lips glistening. "Touch me," Selena pleaded. He needed no further urging.
Shifting down her lush body, Michael settled between her thighs. The heady musk of her arousal hit him like a drug. "God yes, finally I get to taste." Without waiting for a reply he dove in, lashing her clit ravenously with his tongue. Selena screamed in ecstasy, bucking against his hungry mouth. Michael felt like he was in heaven her pussy was so pleasantly plump and delicious, while her thighs were thick in all the right places.
Michael moaned into Selena's dripping cunt, intoxicated by her musky scent and taste. "Fuck, your pussy is amazing," he rasped, lapping at her pink folds. She tasted better than any fantasy.
As he licked and suckled her plump lips, Selena writhed above him. "Yes, eat that fat pussy!" Her dirty encouragement only fueled his hunger. Michael laved her clit eagerly, working it between his lips like a tiny cock.
Michael greedily lapped at Selena's gushing cunt as she came in his mouth. Her thick thighs clenched his head like a vice, holding him right where she needed him most.
He drank down every drop of her sweet essence, moaning at the heady taste. When her pulsing climax subsided, Michael shifted back to look up at her blissfully wrecked face. "You taste so fucking good princess," he rasped.
Selena peered down at Michael hungrily, still buzzing from her powerful orgasm. "So big boy, did you enjoy feasting on my cunt?"
He grinned shyly up at her beauty. "You have no idea princess. Tasting you was beyond my wildest dreams." She reached down to grip his thick length through his pants, eliciting a soft moan.
"Well then, let's see what else lives up to the fantasy." Before he could respond, Selena had his pants undone with hungry efficiency. When his cock sprang free, her eyes widened in genuine surprise.
"Holy shit!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "Well color me impressed, chef. You certainly have nothing to be shy about." Her words made his face flame red, but also swelled his cock further with masculine pride.
Selena eagerly pumped Michael's thick cock, marveling at his size. "Fuck me, your cock is a work of art," she purred.
He groaned softly, lost in a blissful haze as her soft hands worked his length. Selena glanced down with a wicked grin. "And these balls? Holy hell big boy, I might get twins off you!"
Without warning, she gave his heavy sac an appreciative squeeze. Michael cried out, the sensation like liquid fire racing to his cock. "S-Selena!"
She chuckled darkly. "What, never had a girl play with your fat nuts before?" He just stared at her in disbelieve, barely holding on. Selena smirked. "Well you're in for a real treat then, big boy."
Shifting lower, she took one hefty orb into her hot mouth. Michael threw back his head with a guttural moan. "F-fuck!" Her tongue lashed him mercilessly as she toyed with his sensitive flesh.
Michael was in sensory heaven as Selena set about worshiping his thick cock and heavy balls. When she drew one orb into her hot mouth, he cried out helplessly.
"F-Fuck Selena, so good!" His praise only spurred her on. Releasing his nut with an obscene pop, she grinned wickedly up at him. "You like having your fat balls sucked, don't you big boy?"
Before he could respond, her tongue was laving his sensitive length, paying special attention to his overly sensitive frenulum. Michael keened, his cock twitching under her deft ministrations. Even at full mast, he still blushed furiously under her care.
Selena found Michael's boyish shyness utterly endearing. As she toyed with his sensitive slit using just the tip of her tongue, his blush spread down his chest delightfully.
"You're so damn cute when you're embarrassed, big boy. Makes me want to devour you whole," she purred before taking him deep.
Michael cried out, lost in the pleasure-pain of her deft mouth working his throbbing length. The coil of release tightened impossibly fast. "S-Selena, I'm gonna—"
Selena drew back from Michael's throbbing cock just enough to smirk wickedly up at him. "That's it big boy, shoot that fat load right down my throat." Her dirty words sent him hurtling over the edge.
