Note- This is entirely fictional and is only inspired by those in celebrity and not a true account.
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It was back in January 2003 when Rachael Ray was tasked by her employers, Food Network, to interview a few guys as a prospective assistant on her latest show. 'Forty Dollars A Day' was in it's second season and the vivacious brunette was due to film in Belgium, Holland and Germany. In the show she travelled to a particular city and purchased three meals in one day on the small budget of forty bucks. A natural flirt Rachael figured that two weeks in some of the least sexy countries in Europe might call for a hot helper to pass some of the boring nights. The previous year had seen her hook up in London and Paris for some steamy sex and as she was not tied down with anyone she liked to fool around.
"How many more do I have to see Rose?"
Rachael flicked a switch on her desk and spoke to the secretary outside. She had already rejected two women, no women on this trip, and two other men. One with a pot belly, and the other a timid guy who looked like he was afraid of his own shadow. In her busy sex life the bubbly brunette loved nothing more than to fuck good looking and athletic types whenever available.
"Two more prospects. Rachael. Both running late."
"Fine. Thanks."
Rachael looked around the boring office with the one window and the nondescript landscape paintings you might find in a Super 8 motel. Dressed for business in a yellow blouse, black skirt and killer heels she drummed her fingers on the desk, restless and lonely. Frustrated with the wasted day, and done with her recipe update online, the high energy television cook and author rummaged around in her purse. Single but forever horny she decided to have some me time.
"Ah, my little beauty." She said with a giggle in her voice.
In her hand she held her new red dildo which she smeared with a little of the lubricant she always carried. It had been on her mind to give her latest toy a road test and figured why not now? She stood up from her chair and hitched up her black stretchy skirt over her bare legs and up over her generous rump. Lifting her blouse from the waistband she then drew her panties off and popped them into her purse. With her right hand she stuck her suction cup dildo on the seat and with a big sigh started to rub the head between the soft folds of her slit. Then she inserted the bulging head inside herself and sank slowly down the delicious sex toy.
"Ahh, yes!" She said in the empty office.
Rachael tilted her head back and exhaled as she began to rise up and down with her weight on her hands which she rested on the arms of the chair. Happily riding the false cock she felt her pussy become increasingly slick. As she widened her legs she dug her heels into the carpet and bobbed to and fro on the fixed pole, rubbing her sensitive clit on the raised dots at the same time. The lifelike cock had a pleasing six sensual inches of a textured shaft with rock raised veins, and she loved the hands free stimulation as the flared suction cup stayed in place every time.
"Man! I fucking love it, hee, hee!"
Rising up along the entire length was a dream as her cunt rubbed repeatedly on the bumps and veiny shaft, then she rotated her hips as she sank back down sending shivers of pleasure through her loins. She paused a moment as she savoured the thick cock stretch her pussy open, welcoming the waves of an impending orgasm. She felt so full! "Joe is here to see you. Shall I send him in?"
Rose piped over the intercom and Rachael froze in mid grind on her dildo and a trickle of her juices ran down the silicone cock.
"Fuck! Alright Rose, give me a moment."
With a pout of disappointment Rachael extricated herself from the slick toy and bundled it into her purse as she straightened her skirt and fluffed up her hair which reached down just below her shoulders.
"Come in."
Joe stepped in and shook Rachael's hand with his firm grip. He looked to be about six feet tall in a white grand dad shirt with round collar and blue trim. His distressed jeans were straight and had that lived in look that was prevalent for the time. The only thing that rankled with Rachael was his choice of leather sandals he wore on his bare feet. Still, he had an engaging smile with two cute dimples and floppy fair hair.
"Take a seat, Joe right? Find the place okay?"
"Thanks."
"Tell me about yourself."
Joe gulped nervously. She looked so attractive in person, with her pretty face and voluptuous figure. Her blouse was unbuttoned to the top of her bra and he guessed her hefty tits were a 36A bra size. And he liked her sultry voice as well. He noted a certain sexual tension and he crossed his legs as his cock moved.
"I'm twenty three, graduated with honours from SDSU. My dad is German, and my mother is from England."
"I see. And how do you like Los Angeles?"
"I thought that with my degree in journalism I would get a job quickly, but it's not as easy as I imagined. I want to get into television."
Joe tried not to stare at her deep cleavage that peeped out from her loose top and imagined what the rest of her body looked like. "Uh, huh. So, what's your favourite food?"
"My mom loves to cook. I grew up on English food like fish and chips, steak and kidney pie and a traditional Sunday roast with all the trimmings."
EUGH! English food thought Rachael. Not a good sign.
"Right, yeah."
Bored with the conversation already the bubbly brunette began to daydream as she looked into the young mans baby blue eyes and scrutinised his healthy appearance. He might just do on a road trip.
"Ever been to Europe?"
Rachael stood up from her seat and came closer to Joe who tried to relax. She liked his strong looking body, especially his long legs. But, oh, those sandals!
"Twice to London when I was younger, love to go back again."
"How do you feel working with a woman. The job can be a high stress position. I've learned that the body needs have to be addressed at certain times.
She arched her right brow seductively and sat in front of him on the edge of the desk. He tried to quell his nervousness but was rooted before her, gazing fixedly at her bare legs that she has crossed in a tantalising pose. Was she flirting with him he thought as he looked into her face with the cute nose and flashing eyes.
"Oh, would you like some water?"
Rachael sat on the edge of her desk and held up the big jug and stood up too fast. Accidently on purpose she had spilled half of it into Joe's lap. He leapt up out of his seat and looked at the spreading wet spot on the front of his jeans.
"I'm so sorry! Look what I did. Here, you better get out of those jeans and I'll get them dried."
"Er, not a good idea, I'll just..." his mind was spinning like a top as he squirmed on the chair.
"Don't be silly, you can't walk out in that state. You're totally soaked. I'll help."
As Rachael giggled and yanked on his zip, so Joe desperately tried to keep her from tugging his jeans down. She won and undid his belt and dragged them down to his knees and then she put her hand to her mouth as she gazed at his semi hard and very exposed dick.
"I...I don't wear undies." He confessed timidly as Rachael laughed at the sight of the fair haired one naked from the waist down.
"I'll just go." He said as he was suddenly mesmerised by her amazing brown eyes.
"Nonsense! You can't walk out with that in your jeans!"
She pointed to his now fully erect prick which bobbed in front of him like a rod of iron. He couldn't put it back in his pants even if he wanted to, such was the size of his meaty manhood.
