This choice: Who can have sex with Chef the longest (Chef is a futa with a 20 inch cock) • Go Back...Chapter #6Who can have sex with Chef the longest (Chef is... by: Sojaxx   "Wait, who is Chef?" Katie asked, only to find out as the toughest looking girl she had ever seen emerged from the mess hall. This woman was built like a bodybuilder rippling with muscles. She had an ample set of D cups and an hourglass figure but none of them paid attention to that. They were focused on the murderous stare she was giving them and the 20 inch member she was sporting at half mast.
"This is Chef. She will be your first challenge. The star of 4 dozen pornos, your task is to bump uglies with her and see how long you can last. And before you ask, you will all be on the receiving end. Chef is exclusively a dominant top." Christin explained.
"Oh, no. No no no no no no! Contract or not, there is no way you can force me to get fucked by her!" Courtney shouted.
"Who said anything about force?" Chef replied. "Just because I was in Rape Queens 7 doesn't mean I rape anyone."
"Cheeeeeeef, you weren't supposed to tell them that," Chris whined. With a huff, she continued, "Technically none of you have to go through with it but those that do receive a dick growth bonus. One inch for those who go for it, five inches for those who last until Chef shoots her wad. To sweeten the deal, whoever lasts the longest gets to decide the sleeping arrangements. Three people per cabin, so you can pick your favorite two while I pick the rest. If you got your eye on another contestant, you can shack up with them."
After hearing the rules, the girls reconsidered their options. Most of them were tempted by the reward, either because they had someone in mind they wanted to share a cabin with or avoid like hell. Still seeing Chef's member intimidated those who weren't accustomed to taking such large insertions. Leshawna felt confident her caboose could handle a pounding from Chef and was game to play.
"I...I can't do it," Beth admitted. "My parts are sensitive and I really really don't want to die. "
"Neither do we," Katie and Sadie said simultaneously as they clutched each other. Bridgette also nodded timidly.
"Fine," Chris groaned, rolling her eyes. "Chicken out, someone better get fucking soon or this would be the dullest premiere ever."
"Oh screw it, I'll go." Gwen volunteered. Walking up to the mess hall, she stood before Chef and exchanged glares with her. "If something goes wrong-"
"Yeah, yeah. You can pussy out. Now come on, I got lube in the back. You're gonna need it."
The girls watched as Gwen left with Chef into a private room with a camera. Gwen got on all fours and gripped the mattress as Chef got into position. The goth gripped the mattress and felt Chef's cock press against her tight asshole. The tip alone felt like it was going to tear her apart leaving her to wonder when the clock would start. The statuesque woman thrust into Gwen causing her to cry out in shock. Almost immediately she realized she was in over her head as it rammed up her rear.
"GAAHHHH! Pull out! You're too big!"
Chef scoffed and pulled out, letting Gwen leave ashamed and embarassed with one hand over her bum hole.
"Wow, three seconds." Chris announced. "That's lame. The rest of you better impress me otherwise this is going to be a long season. Who's next?"
"Amateurs, might as well show you prude's how it's done." Heather made her way over to Chef and went with her next. Gwen miserably rejoined the group without saying a word.
Leshawna wrapped an arm around the goth to support her. "Don't sweat it, baby. It took balls to be the first girl to go up there. At least you were willing to give it a shot." Gwen still felt mortified but Leshawna's comforting words did help a little.
"Thanks....you're name's Leshawna, right?"
"The one and only!"
"I'm Gwen. Good luck when it's your turn."
As the two teammates got to know one another, Heather was struggling to withstand having Chef slam her monster cock up her ass. Despite several times telling Chef to go softer, she didn't let out.
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Confessional
"I don't care what they do to me. I came here to win and if it means getting my ass destroyed by some army reject, so be it. Besides, I need to let these pin pricks know what they're up against." Heather elaborated with a sinister smile.
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Heather groaned and rubbed her ass once Chef blew her load. Thankfully the meathead wore a rubber but Heather's ass was left gaping open still slick with lube. Once she got dressed, she returned to the group and smiled smugly at the others, particularly Gwen. "Don't feel bad. It's not your fault you couldn't get a guy to fuck you, probably."
Leshawna stared daggers at Heather and wanted to pummel the uptight bitch but held back planning to take her down later. Chris checked the time Heather spent getting railed. "Not too shabby, Heather. 3:23. Lets see who can top that score."
"I suppose I will." Courtney answered, strutting over to the amazonian.
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Confessional
"Chris said we had to let Chef...have her way with," Courtney shuddered having to utter those words. "She never said it had to be anal. All I have to do is suck her off, focus on breathing through my nose, and I'll win easily."
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At first, her plan worked well. Chef didn't expect her to get on her knees and wrap her plump lips around the cook's cock. She gave her a seductive look while stroking the soldier's schlong but that's when things fell through. Gripping the back of Courtney's head, Chef began thrusting down her throat and ramming her cock down. Struggling to find support, she reached around and grabbed on to the only thing she could:the well toned ass of her partner.
"Oooh, feisty~" Chef grinned. Courtney gagged on the dick but let this play out eager to get ahead of the others. Even if it meant choking on her downstair's dagger.
Eventually Chef blew another load and Courtney walked out coughing and clutching her throat. She ended up coughing up a pubic hair much to her revulsion.
"3:30. Didn't think you had it in you. Well technically you did," Christine chuckled amused by her own joke. Courtney resisted the urge to flip off the hostess for now. "All right, down to the final 3. Let's see if any of you three can dethrone the deepthroater."
Izzy, Leshawna, and Lindsay shared a look and went to take their respective turns. Each one lasted a surprisingly long time with Chef but only one was the clear winner...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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