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Anna's Bath

The Ritz in Paris was not an easy gig to land. Years of training at Cordon Bleu, and long apprenticeships under punishing chefs, I was forged in the fires of a dozen master kitchens. After a decade, I entered the ranks of the Ritz as a master chef with an unquestionable reputation behind me.

Over the years I met the elites of the world as they flitted through our establishment, leaving their delible marks, for the Ritz did not care it endured. I catered to their whims, and their bizarre food fetishes, and in my wake, I created a few new wonders for their decadence.

It was a fresh spring day when I was summoned by the chief butler. There was a special client who needed a direct demonstration in their room. This was not uncommon, the most elite guests had the power to summon us out of our gleaming kitchens and have us speak to the food itself as they sampled it in the comfort of their rooms.  I was just a little annoyed, I had some plans in the kitchen for some new creations. I obliged, for that is what you do when you fail to open your restaurant.

The gilded elevator opened and I walked with the waiter who pushed the golden gleaming service trolley with my dishes covered in shining silver. We traversed the long corridor, and we knocked, and I beckoned him off. I worked hard on that dish, and I would alone present it to whoever was on the other side of that door. Such was my pride in my work.

“Come in,” the voice of a confident lady beckoned.

I opened the door and pushed the trolley the rest of the way in. It was a typical Ritz room, bright and airy with elegant handmade furniture and magnificent tapestries draped across gilded walls. The color palette was exquisite, creams and whites, and in the middle of it all, sitting cross-legged on the sofa was Anna. I had her name from before.

If a movie star of French cinema could come to life, it was this woman before me. A lovely sharp oval face, sunken cheekbones, thick luscious lips. Her nose was perfect, pointed, elegant. Her eyes were blue-gray, and wide and exotic, with lovely curled lashes. She smiled and her whole face lit up.

She wore a lovely pink satin lingerie, and a magnificent tattoo flight of butterflies and dragons ran down her left arm, and other beasts lived on the skin of her waist and groin. My eyes drank in her beauty, and I felt my groin tighten, and my heart jump.

My eyes rested on her ample bosom, the massive boobs pushing against the lingerie, the cleavage screaming at me. Her veins over her boobs called to me. Her belly was tight and fit, her hips wide. I saw the tips of her nipples poke out, and my cock stirred. Her long blonde hair cascaded down one side, and it shone in the spring sun streaming in. She smiled foxily watching me take her in.

“Come closer, I won’t bite you, only what you cooked,” Anna quipped jokingly.

I found myself again and approached. I put on my professional airs again. “Madame your culinary adventure is here.”

I came over with the tray and popped off the covers. Various creations were presented, picked fruits in the highest grade chocolate fondue. Fine grilled meats presented with luxurious cheese blend fondue. Micro salads with exotic fruits sourced from the world over. It had taken a few hours to gin up these creations, and I had full faith this wondrous woman would appreciate them.

She stood and my cock stiffened at her magnificent figure. She was tall and statuesque. She walked and her wide hips swayed. I was on fire. She pushed me back on an ornate hard carved chair and I sank in.

“I have been watching you for a long time, chef, and tonight you have to feed me with your own hands”, she said leaning over.

To my incredible pleasure, she dropped her lingerie and brought her magnificent body closer. I looked up close at her boobs and my cock pulsed. Her areolas were large and puffy and pink and her nipples were delightful buds like cherries topping two massive cakes. I took in her expensive French perfume and my senses were overwhelmed. She turned and bent over to pull the cart closer and I now saw her magnificent ass, wide and shapely, and her cute little butt hole and pussy revealed themselves. My cock was about to rip my pants off. The cart slid close.

“Fondue me,” Anna said. I understood.

I took some fruits and dipped them, and put the hot chocolate on her nipples and she winced, and I sucked them greedily, then I fed her the fruit and she pushed her boobs deeper into my mouth. I took some meat and cheese and ran it over her belly and licked it and ate the meat, then licked her some more. I took fruit and chocolate again and ran it over her back and butt, and licked all that clean. She leaned down for a deep kiss, and put some fruit back in my mouth, and our tongues and saliva merged with the tastes of my cooking.

She led me to the ornate sofa and lay back and split her legs wide like a gymnast, her long tapered feet off in the air. Her magnificent fleshy pussy opened like a flower.

“Eat me, chef, like one of your creations.” Anna invited, her sly smile burning.

I fell on her pussy, slurping her juices. I fondued her magnificent long legs, and I licked all that clean. She leaned forward and unbuckled my pants and pulled it all down one shot, and my rock-hard cock shot out like a shaking steel rod. She pulled the cart close and fondue my cock and sucked it hard while I winced in the heat and pleasure. My manhood pulsed in her mouth.

She leaned back and drew my cock into her pussy, and I pounded her on the sofa, a hammering fuck with her huge boobs shaking and her luscious mouth parting. I leaned down and sucked her mouth and nipples, and slammed away. I came inside her with a cry and collapsed on her.

“Chef, you dirtied me, now you have to clean me,” Anna whispered in my ear.

I raised myself and the haze of my sexual passion cleared and I realized I had dirtied her. All over her body were chocolate and cheese streaks from where I had licked the flesh. She smiled and rose and took my hand, and walked forward, her insane ass swinging in front of me, and my cock swelled again.

She opened the bathroom door and once more the splendour of the Ritz lay before us. Ornate white marble and granite, opulent drapes, a magnificent standing tub full of white foam, room filled with fragrant bath soaps.

Anna turned and stripped me naked. I stood there grinning like a fool, my rock-hard cock pulsing again. She led me forward this time by my cock, put me down into the tub, slid in herself, and leaned back on me. I washed her body gently, my hard cock rubbing her lower back. I took my time and applied suds all over her and she moaned. My hand went down to her pussy and rubbed, and she leaned back to give me a deep kiss and begged for more.

I rubbed her clit more, and over a long time, she writhed in my arms, her magnificent boobs glistening and peaked with foam, shaking at her pleasure. Finally, she came with a gasping orgasm in the bath, and after a little rest, she rose and sat on my cock and we fucked slowly in the tub. We were lost in a world of water and flesh, foam and scents. I came again inside her, and my cock finally shriveled and we finished our bath.

We emerged in robes and chatted intimately for a bit, ate more of the food I made, and fell into lovemaking in every corner of that suite. I lost track of day and time, Anna almost killed me she drained my cock so many times. Thank goodness the Ritz left us alone.

I bathed Anna many more times in many more trysts to come, in many cities of the world.