A taste of passion

I have been planning this party for months. I have happily cooked for much smaller gatherings but now I am hosting a private party with such a long guests hiring someone to help seems to be the best option. Hugo came with many recommendations, he’s also very easy on the eyes so the decision was simple.
He’s checked in with me through the week to finalise the menu for the evening and I am starting to look forward to each phone call even if it is to just discuss party details.
Hugo arrives the morning of the party. He quickly makes himself at home in my kitchen. The fridge and kitchen countertops are filled with preparations for the evening. The house is a buzz with hired help to ensure that the evening goes smoothly. I’ve decided to go out for the day to do my own preparations and stay out of everybody’s way.
I make a point of saying goodbye to Hugo before I leave, reminding him that I’m only a phone call away.

I return home an hour before the party begins. Everyone has done a fantastic job and everything is in order.
Guests start to arrive, and soon enough the house is full. I am doing my best to talk to everyone present. My guests have grouped into crowds of three or four, chatting amongst themselves, some getting to know one another, and others catching up with old friends.

I slink away to the kitchen to find Hugo taking a well earned break. His sleeves rolled up and collar unbuttoned. If it was anybody else I’d say he looks dishevelled but god he makes it look good.
He notices me and smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I can feel my cheeks heat up as I walk over to him.
"Is everything going smoothly?" He asks.
"Absolutely," I reply. "The guests seem to be enjoying themselves, and the food is a hit."
I nod, taking in the sight of him. The way his apron clings to his broad shoulders. I realise it’s not just that he is nice to look at, I feel profoundly attracted to him.
We stand in silence for a few moments, the only sounds coming from the laughter and chatter of the guests in the other room. Then Hugo speaks up. “Can I help you with anything else?”

I feel a spark of desire ignite inside me. I know exactly what I want.
"I need something from you," I say, in a low and sultry voice. ”I need you to fuck me."
Hugo looks surprised for a moment, but I can see the desire in his eyes as he steps closer to me. I take a step forward, closing the distance between us until our lips meet in a searing kiss.
It's a wild, passionate moment, and I take control of the kiss, dominating Hugo with my desire. His hands are on my hips, but I'm the one leading the dance.
When I pull away, breathless and flushed, Hugo looks at me with a mix of awe and desire. "Wow," he says softly. "I didn't know you had that in you."
I smirk, feeling a sense of power and satisfaction. "You haven't seen anything yet," I say, my voice low and dangerous.
Hugo's eyes widen in excitement as i lift my dress and bend over the kitchen counter, presenting my arse to him.
He takes both his hands and Caresses me taking his time to feel, it’s smooth and ample curves. I hear the sound of his belt being undone and then all at once, he thrusts his cock inside me. The relief is immediate. Being filled my Hugo is exactly what I needed tonight. I steady myself on the kitchen counter as he pounds into me, his hands now on my shoulders.
He then picks me up and turns me around, pulling me up onto the counter, facing him with my legs wrapped around his waist. He continues to fuck me until we both climax, the guests in the other room, none the wiser.
I smile, satisfied and slide myself off of the counter, adjusting my dress, and returning to the party, with Hugos cum still inside me.
Hugo stays until the party is over and continues to fuck me into the night.
The party is a success, and I got exactly what I wanted.