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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ In The Kitchen With Martha Stewart [celeb, MF, cons] by tallenvor@my-dejanews.com Date: 4/19/99 Working on the set of Martha Stewart living had been an absolute joy. My college counselor had arraign- ed an internship for me on the television show, an internship that quickly turned into full-time employ- ment. I started off as a gopher, running to fetch things, moving boxes, answering phones--whatever needed to be done. At first, it was frustrating, this wasn't what I had expected when I took the internship, my major was broadcasting and I was hoping to shadow one of the pro- ducers or the director to get an idea of how the industry operated. I remember very clearly the first time I actually got to talk to Martha. I was wiping down the counters and straightening things up as I did every morning on the set, I always got there at least an hour ahead of everyone else to prepare the kitchen area. For a decidedly small crew (the set is actually located in Martha's residence, so we have to have a small footprint as it were), we certainly managed to make a hell of a mess. I had just finished cleaning everything up when it occured to me that I hadn't checked the ovens, I opened the top oven and it was perfect. The bottom oven, however, appeared to be caked over with a soufflet or some sort of dish that had run over. I sighed deeply and grabbed my cleaning bucket to get to work. I carefully removed the shelves and got to work scrubbing down the insides. I made quick work of it, replaced the shelving and closed the oven up. I swept up the little bits of burnt food that had fallen out of the oven during the cleaning and put away my supplies. As I passed a mirror in the side hall I noticed my button-down white shirt had about a half-inch wide black smear running across it from when I leaned into the oven. I had no idea what to do, it was a good 30 minute drive to where I was staying and I didn't have a change of clothes with me. I resigned myself to going back home and trying to hurry back before everyone arrived. I had to change the shirt no matter what, I'd been warned that Martha's temper was legendary, and even though I had yet to see an outburst on the set I certianly didn't want to tempt fate. I turned around to find my keys and almost slammed right into Martha. I jumped about as high as I ever have, my heart pounding. "Oh, Mrs. Stewart! I--that is I was already leaving to get..." My voice trailed off as I noticed her eyes fixated on the black smear on the front of my shirt. "Mrs. Stewart, I'm sorry, it happened when I was cleaning the oven, I was going to take care of it right away. I'll just hurry up and go." "That's Ms. Stewart and what were you doing cleaning my oven?" She stared at me intently, I was afraid to answer, my throat dry. She was dressed in a set of blue silk pajamas with a matching light robe wrapped around her. "Well, Aaron told me I had to come in and clean things up in the morning," offering the orders of the stage-manager as my explination. "Well, that's supposed to be Aaron's job--not yours. You've been here for awhile, what is your job anyway?" I smiled weakly, "Well, I'm an intern Mrs--I mean Ms. Stewart, I guess I'm just supposed to do whatever they tell me to do." She took a moment to study me, looking me over critically. "Well, we'll have to do something about that shirt, I think I have something that might do. I'm sorry," she smiled softly at me, "What is your name?" "My name is Dante, it's very exctiing to be working on your show Mrs--I mean, Ms. Stewart." She laughed quietly, a suprisingly easy and somewhat musical laugh. "Why don't we just stick to Martha, that might be a bit easier." She led me upstairs into her private quarters, down a lavishly decorated hallway to what seemed to be a guest room. She walked to the closet and opened it, looking through various garments. She retrieved a shirt in a dry cleaning bag and brought it over to me. "Here you go, you look like you're about my ex- husband's size. I still have some things of his here from the last time he visited." She handed me the shirt and stepped back, waiting. "Well, go ahead and change, you can give me your shirt I'll take care of it." "Oh, no Martha, I can't expect you to--" "I said that I'll take care of it," she said in a stern but not unfriendly tone. I smiled weakly and unbuttoned the shrit, pulling it off. I felt strangely exposed, the scene was almost surreal. It's not that I'm not an unattratctive person. I stand roughly 6'2 with very short blonde hair and blue eyes, and I certanly do my share of working out... It's just that standing bare chested in front of Martha Stewart is a somewhat strange situation. I handed her my dirty shirt which she quickly folded, then returning her gaze to me. She waited until I had finished putting the clean shirt, which was a little too big but was certainly serviceable, and nodded. "Okay Dante, you can go back downstairs, every- one should be getting here soon--oh, and make certain to have Aaron come up and talk to me when he get's here." With that she walked out of the room, brushing lightly against my arm as she walked past. She smelled unbelievably clean with just a hint of a floral scent. I breathed deeply and tried to slow down my beating heart. - The rest of that day was fabulous, I was reas- signed as the assistant to the producer and spent the day observing some of the technical aspects of the show, it was a big change from the back-breaking work Aaron had me doing early on. In fact, I began to wonder if I'd ever have to do any physical work again. Those fears were quickly laid to rest when Aaron informed me that I'd have to stay late to clean up -- but that it would be the last time, they'd be bringing on a paid employee to take care of it from now on. Aaron was the last to leave, and Martha had already retired to her private quarters. I cleaned up the kitchen quickly, wanting to get home and relax as quickly as possible. I was just finishing up when Martha walked in. She was wearing a very business like dress that buttoned up the side, it was very flattering and I couldn't help looking her over just a little. The red dress really looked fabulous on her, and the black hose certainly helped. I smiled nervously at her and waited for her to say something. She walked up to me and stared at my shirt, "Now you've dirtied this one, it's a good thing that you won't be doing this sort of work anymore, right?" She handed me my shirt, it was washed, pressed and smelled wonderful. I quickly shed the borrowed shirt and put mine on, it felt warm and comfortable like it had just been washed. I buttoned it up from the bottom but found the second button down to be missing. Martha stared critically at the missing button, "Damn it, I'm sorry, hold on I have a sewing kit over here." She walked over to a nearby drawer and produced a thread, needle and a button that looked suprisingly like the other one's on my shirt. I reached to unbut- ton the shirt but she put her hand on mine, "Don't bother, just leave it on, this will only take a moment." She ran the thread through the needle and got ready to sew, I looked away, uncomfortable with the closeness between us. She jabbed me slightly with the needle, causing me to quickly inhale air through my teeth, she appologized and slipped her hand under the edge of the shirt to keep from poking me again. She held the edge of my shirt against the palm of her hand, leaving her fingers dangerously close to my nipple. I tried to put my thoughts elsewhere, until she brushed my nipple lightly with her fingers. I inhaled quietly again, hoping she hadn't noticed my reaction. As she sewed she started unconciously rubbing my nipple just a little bit with her fingers, making it hard. I swallowed and stole a glance at her and found her staring right at me. Our eyes locked, I found myself transfixed. She smiled mischeviously and twisted her hand in my shirt so she caught my nipple between her thumb and fore- finger. She tweaked it lightly and smiled even wider at me. I felt numb and excited, and my right hand dropped down to her hip unconciously, she looked down at it questioningly, sending terror through me. She placed her other hand on mine and stared directly at me, almost challengingly. Then she brought my hand up and placed it on her breast. I massaged it gently through the material, still staring at her dumbfounded. She grabbed me and pulled me close, sweepign me into a kiss. Her tongue parted my lips and I found myself in one of the deepest kisses I'd ever experienced, she tasted wonderful. As we kissed, she reached under my arms to unbutton my shirt, violently pulling it off of my body, we embraced again her hands exploring my chest in the close space between us as we kissed. She frantically pulled at my blet buckle, allowing my pants to drop to the floor. I stepped out of them, kicking my shoes and socks off with them. She lightly tugged at my boxer shorts, sending them tumbling to the ground as well. She stepped back from me, staring at me hungrily. Her look of hunger faded into a smile, "This is hardly fair, you seem to be completely undressed and I could walk into a business meeting looking like this. Oh well," she reached to her side and quickly unbuttoned the buttons on the side of her dress, tossing it aside. She stood before me almost completely nude, only wearing a pair of black hose, red pumps and a matching black bra. I could see fairly well through the hose and could tell she wasn't wearing any panties, evident- ly this wasn't a spontaneous maneuver. Her body was more firm than I expected, and her breasts weren't very large but looked absolutely delectable. She removed her bra and tossed it aside as she stepped forward, crashing into my body yet again. My erection was pressed between us as we kissed, and I found myself moving slightly from right to left, rubbing it in between us. I reached back for her ass, squeezing it before reaching under her to pull her up onto me. As I pulled she jumped, wrapping her legs around my midsection, my cock trapped underneath her. As she moved slightly, adjusting her position to hold on bet- ter the friction on my cock was wonderful, making me even more excited. I lead her over to the counter and layed her down, reaching forward to cup her beautiful breasts. I buried my face into her hose covered crotch, breathing in her scent and mouthing her sex through the material. She gasped loudly, "no one has ever done ...hurry, do it..do it.." I grabbed the material covering her crotch and ripped it, tearing a large opening over her crotch and diving in. I licked all over her pussy before turning my attention to her clit. I used two finger to expose it and began to suck and lick it, bringing ragged breath- ing from Martha. I inserted a finger gently into her pussy and pumped it while I kept licking. Her breath- ing quickened and she tensed, lifting her pelvis off the counter, "oooh...my...UNGH!" she cried, flooding my face with her cum. I stood up, smiling looking down at her, her hair matted with sweat, delicious nipples hard, hose torn asunder and dripping all over the counter. I smiled broadly, "Now was that a 'good thing'", I joked in reference to one of her show segments. She laughed that same sweet, musical laugh her breasts bobbing delightfully as she did. "It certainly was," she admitted glancing up at me before fixating her attention on my cock, "Mmm, but that looks even better." I smiled back, enjoying the irony of having such a lewd experience with little miss homemaker and de- cided to exploit it for what it was worth. "Oh, what looks even better, Martha?" She frowned at me slightly, getting the gist of the game. I wasn't sure how she would respond to my attempt at trying to control her, getting her to talk dirty. Instead of responding, she took control. She spread her legs wide, reaching down with her hand to spread her pussy lips apart. "No games, boy. I suggest you fuck me now, and it better be good." I emitted a growl from deep within my throat and leaned forward, plunging my cock into her. "Ooooooh, oh oh oh oh oh!" she cried as I slid it in. She locked her legs around my waist tightly, pulsing her internal muscles around my cock. "Make this memorable, and maybe I'll think of something nice to do for you. I smiled and pulled back before ramming my cock forward into her. I grabbed her waist with my hands, helping to control her on the slick surface of the counter, soon I was moving her back and forth with my hands as I thrust, building up to a wonderful pace. "Ooooooooh...fu-fu-ck...oooh, god...hurry hard...please...oh..ungh..ungh" she mumbled inco- herently as I slammed my cock into her. I could feel her muscles tense and flex as I hammered into her, our speed increasing from the lubrication she was creating on the counter. I couldn't believe how much juice sloshed out of her pussy, it was amazing to think of something this nasty and erotic happening with such a wholesome woman. I looked down at her, her eyes closed tightly as she grunted with each thrust, and I realized how amazingly beautiful she actually was like this, her hair soaked with sweat, her body flushed from the attention, I couldn't believe I was doing something so--dirty to Martha Stewart. The thought was too much, it pushed me far over the edge. "Oh, Marth..Ma...FUCK!" I cried as I spent load after load into her, I felt like the world was spinning as I came into her for what seemed like forever. I collapsed ontop of her panting. She kissed me lightly on top of the head, stroking my hair. "Now -that- was a good thing, Dante," she offered, chuckling quietly. "But we've made a mess, and I really don't like messes," she said as she shoved my head down. I stared at the mixture of our juices pouring out of her puckered pussy onto the counter. I started by turning her over and licking the juices that had smeared underneath her off of her ass. Then I licked up everything that remained on the counter before diving back into her pussy. This time she seemed worn out, like she wouldn't be able to go over the edge. I licked and fingered her furiously, but somehow she seemed to be getting bored with it. I slid my pinky into her pussy, then quickly withdrew it and hesitated for just a moment before I slid it right into her tight, certainly virgin, ass- hole. She cried out a primal scream as I slid my pinky quickly in and out of her asshole and clamped down on her clit with my lips. She came intensly, flooding my face and mouth with cum. I straightened up, steadying myself with an arm on the counter. Martha rolled over and slid off of the counter and pulled me into a deep kiss, sucking her own juices into her mouth. She slipped off her torn hose, soaked with her cum and mine, and quickly dressed as did I. She pulled me back for one more kiss and stuffed the dripping wet hose into my hand. "I'll see you tomorrow, Dante." she offered and walked quickly through the side door into her private quarters. I stood there for a moment, stunned, the aroma rising from her hose filling my nostrils. I inhaled deeply and headed for the exit, pressing her hose to my nostrils and inhaling deeply... (c) 1999, tallenvor@my-dejanews.com Questions, Comments and Inquiries Welcome. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 9