Be Our Guest (Part 1)

[Ny****]

— Hello Reader, just a quick introduction to myself as this is my first time attempting to write erotica for others! I do hope you enjoy and if there is any feedback, feel free to leave it below in the comments. Look forward to making your literary fantasies come true. —



The sun was rising over the 15 acre ranch that I my family had called home for 5 generations. I was the only one left of our family, and was struggling to make ends meat, the cows weren’t doing well since the drought the year before and the only thing I could do to keep afloat was open my house up to those traveling through. Who would have thought that RandiRanch would become a 5-star Air B&B. My grandmama would be rolling in her grave, I could hear her now, “Jessika, how dare you allow strangers to come into our family home and disgrace it with their whorish ways!”

I shake my head to clear out that thought, the silk of my night dress rustles against my breasts and it isn’t long until my nipples are hard. I wrap my robe around me and stand up from the porch swing, bringing my tea with me into the kitchen. My one guest for the evening would be up soon, as the rooster has just started to howl his morning reminder. I tied my robe tightly around my waist and started up the coffee pot, guessing he would be a coffee drinker, and I started pulling out the ingredients to make my famous omelets.

Almost as soon as I got the first omelet into the pan I hear the creaking of the stairs, alerting me to my guests presence. I turn, and feel my robe fall off my shoulder flashing my cleavage for a quick second before I shrug the sleeve back up and tighten the sash tightly around my waist again. With a spatula in hand I smile coyly at his massive stature filling the my kitchen doorway.

“Good morning, I have some coffee brewing and am making omelets, would you care for any?” My voice sounded chipper and friendly, but I could feel it get husky with my breath catching. I didn’t expect him to be shirtless, his beautiful body gleaming in the early morning sun that was breaking through my kitchens bay windows. He looked at my wandering eyes quickly after I felt him scan my body and flashed what I could only classify as an evil smirk before replying, in a deep sultry voice,
“That sounds absolutely amazing! Do you all have such manners in this part of the state?” He gave me a massive white smile and I felt my pussy moisten almost immediately, my breath catches and I manage a whisper, barely stammering out my reply,

“I like to think everyone is gracious when hosting people from other parts, as it gives your home a good reputation.” I feel my cheeks flush, and turn back to my pan that has my omelets cooking and flip it. I hear him behind me, grabbing a coffee mug off the mug rack and pouring himself a cup. I glance over and see how deftly his hands move, no calluses, he probably hadn’t worked a hard job, but a nicely defined body tells me he has discipline over himself and cares about his body health. My mind wanders to his hands caressing my whole body, and his body pressed against my spasming frame. I blink the thought away, that’s when I see his bright blue eyes shimmer against the rising sun and have to tear my eyes away.

I pull the omelet off the pan and place it with some hash browns, that I had baked earlier in the morning, onto a plate. I smile and turn to him at the kitchen island and present his food in a very “faux waitress” manner, giggling to myself as I do. He chuckles at my attempt to be cute, and nods a thank you, I can feel his eyes glide across my body and blush, quickly turning away to busy myself with my own omelet. I start to crack the eggs when I feel his presence behind me, I tilt my head to see where he is. His face was right above my right shoulder, looking down over me, at my hands. I feel his hot breath on the nape of my neck, making my legs weak, when he whispered in my ear,

“Does this hospitality extend into bedroom service?” My breath caught in my throat, his voice was like the sweetest of candies. The kind you could have forever but would give you a cavity if you indulged in it too often.
I felt his hand reach past me and turn off the stove, and I turned my head up to face him. I let out a soft sigh when his soft, strong lips met mine. My body pressed close to his, my breath catching as I try to wrap my head around what was going on.

My grandmama would be rolling in her grave for sure..

To be continued...

[Bo****]

Bravissimo!........encore! encore!.......eagerly awaiting next installment. Thank you for sharing🙏

[Deleted Member]

Really good. Looking forward to the rest. There are a couple typographical errors, but they don't take away from the quality of the narrative. Try reading it out loud, as it helps. I'll be sharing this with my sub

[Rzero]

Well done! I can't wait for part 2. It's very visual, which I love, and I like the character so far. Good Job!