Author’s note…after a seven month hiatus, I decided it was time to dust off Cliff and the Turn About series for another spin…

“I don’t think I read the recipe right.”

The chef glared at him over her glasses.  “Is this your cake?”  Her tone was loud and annoyed.

Cliff looked at the cake on the counter in front of him.  He was covered in baking soda to the point where his favourite red sweater appeared white under the white apron.  He shook his bald head at it and asked, “Why did I take this class?”

The chef answered with a slight French accent, “Your wife.”

“I’m not married.”

The chef had a blonde pony tail hanging out the back of the large chef hat which seemed more for show than anything.  Her blue eyes squinted.  “Girlfriend?”

Cliff shrugged.  “Nope.”  He glanced at her and was reminded how he found it odd that a cooking class would be taught by one so slim and athletic.  He was the only student left due to how long it had taken him to get the cake right…well, right-ish.

The chef stepped forward.

“Chef Rossi…”

“I’m off the clock now.  Just Debbie.”  She picked up the cake and inspected it closely.  She was a good head taller than Cliff.

“Oh, Debbie, maybe I shouldn’t stay in the class.   Perhaps I should quit.”

She threw the cake in his face.

Cliff saw black as white icing covered his eyes.  He heard her laugh and felt her hands guide him so he could lean back on the counter.  “Why…?”  Then the most shocking feeling of all as Cliff almost swore he felt her licking the icing off.

“Shut the fuck up,” she whispered.  “You at least did the icing well.  It is delicious.”  Her fingers pulled the icing off his eyes and scratched his cheek with her wedding band.

Cliff’s eyes were wide watching her.

She then licked icing from his lips and her tongue pushed into his mouth making it a deep, sugary tasting kiss.

“I thought you were a lesbian?”  Cliff was sure this question would result in a slap.

“I am.”  Her French accent went very low before continuing, “But every girl wants a cock now and then.”  Her hand flipped the apron aside and found his zipper.  Within two seconds, her hand was wrapped around his already formed erection.  She pulled it out of his fly so she could look down at it.  “Impressive,” she said as her eyes lit up.

Cliff rolled his eyes.

She dropped to her knees and took his full length in her willing mouth.  Her pace quickened and slowed.

Cliff was amazed at how fantastic her odd pacing felt and yet it kept him from getting near an orgasm.

Pulling him from between her lips, her tongue ran once up from the base to the tip before she stood back up and pushed Cliff out of her way.  She quickly undid her own belt and pants, pushed them down before leaning over the counter.  “Now fuck me like the animal you are.”

Cliff thought for a moment.  “Animal?”

“Would you just fuck me!!!”

Cliff stepped behind and was amazed at how wet she already was.  He spread her legs just far enough to lower her pussy lips to where he could push his cock in standing.  He slowly began to pump as he enjoyed the warmth.

“Faster, you animal!”  She reached back and smacked his shoulder.

Cliff increased his pace and soon had her slamming against the counter.

She screamed one simple word over and over, “YES! YES! YES!”  Each time her scream got louder.  She began to shudder and convulse through her orgasm.

Cliff felt her pussy clench around his cock and caused him to orgasm as well as he slammed her a few more times.  Finally he collapsed on top of her and pulled out.

She laughed as they both stood.  “Very nice.”  She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before pulling her own pants back up…

“Is this your cake?”  Her tone was loud and annoyed.

Cliff snapped back to reality with her yell.  He looked at the cake on the counter in front of him.  He was covered in baking soda to the point where his favourite red sweater appeared white under the white apron.  He shook his bald head at it and asked, “Why did I take this class?”

The chef answered with a slight French accent, “Your wife.”

“I’m not married.”

The chef had a blonde pony tail hanging out the back of the large chef hat which seemed more for show than anything.  Her blue eyes squinted.  “Girlfriend?”

Cliff shrugged.  “Nope.”  He glanced at her and was reminded how he found it odd that a cooking class would be taught by one so slim and athletic.  He was the only student left due to how long it had taken him to get the cake right…well, right-ish.

The chef stepped forward.

“Chef Rossi…”

“I’m off the clock now.  Just Debbie.”  She picked up the cake and inspected it closely.  She was a good head taller than Cliff.

“Oh, Debbie, maybe I shouldn’t stay in the class.   Perhaps I should quit.”

The door behind Debbie opened and in walked her partner that Cliff had seen here to pick her up before.

Debbie glared at Cliff.  “Yes, you should quit.  Now get the fuck out of my kitchen before I slam you up against this counter.”

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