Fantasy sex story : I Fucked the Bachelor on His Kitchen Counter

Brianna Sizemore fell into step behind Morley Winchell as he opened the door to the makeup trailer for The Wealthy Bachelor. They were looking for Randall Crawford, the lead on the reality show that was now in its fourth week of shooting. Brianna had been on the job for two weeks, and each day made her feel like her dream career might actually happen. Nothing so far had prepared her for what she saw next.

Clothes lay scattered across the trailer floor. Brandon Curry and Tawny Sawyer lay naked on the carpet. Tawny was loud in the middle of it, telling Brandon to keep rubbing her clit while his cock shot cum across her face and breasts. Morley fired both of them on the spot.

Quiet Rumors Spread

People wondered why Brandon and Tawny missed the sudden production meeting. Morley told the crew only that the two had been let go. Brianna stayed quiet. Morale was already low from the schedule slips, and everyone had heard the rumor that money was running out.

At twenty-three and with almost no reality TV experience, Brianna was now the only production assistant left. The senior role normally meant writing reports, handling food, and keeping the cast and crew in touch. Up to that point she had mostly made copies and run small errands. She was still just a go-fer, but she watched everything and asked questions whenever she could. She showed up first and left last. She often thought she could run things better if she were in charge.

This was the television work she had wanted since she was a young adult. The search for a new head assistant would start soon, but she planned to use the gap to prove herself. Without asking, she brought in Bobby Lopez as a new assistant. She figured it was better to ask forgiveness than permission. His computer skills stood out, and his eagerness felt familiar. He took over the small tasks so she could focus on keeping the show alive.

She wanted to learn the whole project fast. With Bobby’s help she pulled up the original pitch from three years earlier. The idea was simple: a rich bachelor looking for a wife. The networks had shown little interest and told Morley and his partner Charles Thorn to finish it first. No money or deal came with that advice. Morley and Charles put up part of the cash themselves and found a silent partner for the rest. Morley took the host job because he would not pay anyone else and because he liked the spotlight.

They could not land a strong, good-looking wealthy bachelor either. Randall Crawford, thirty-five and a computer simulation developer, was the best they found. He was smart and polite once he opened up, but he lacked the usual reality-TV looks. He had never been in a real relationship, so the producers decided to sell his shyness as the hook. They picked his estate as the main location, with its big house by the lake, boats, stable, and garage.

By the fourth episode the field had dropped from twenty women to ten. Most of the budget had gone on fancy dates. The remaining dates were set in distant places the show could not afford. Brianna already knew the production was in trouble, but the details still shocked her. She thought about quitting, then decided to stay as long as she could.

She walked past the stables to a quiet creek. A short trail led to a small pool held back by a beaver dam. She sat on a fallen tree and let the sound of the water settle her thoughts.

“When the world closes in, this is my favorite place,” a voice said behind her. Randall Crawford sat on a chestnut horse a few yards away.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Crawford. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“Call me Randall. Stay as long as you like.”

“I’m surprised you know my name.”

“I’ve watched you work. You act more professional than most of the crew. I also heard what happened yesterday.”

“I might be in over my head. I just hope I can keep things moving until they hire someone new.”

“I’m not sure anything can save the show. I keep asking myself why I agreed to do it.”

“Do you want out?”

Randall’s horse nudged him. He stayed quiet for a moment.

“It’s too late. I signed a contract, and I’m not a quitter. The money is short and the leadership is weak. I should have checked everything first, but I’m in it now. What about you? You don’t have anything at stake.”

“Only my shot at a real job in television. This might be my only chance.”

They sat without talking. Randall looked at the woman beside him. Brianna stood about five-six. Her short summer dress showed tanned legs. Her face was covered in freckles that almost ran together. She had a soft shape, full breasts, short sandy hair, and large brown eyes. She looked more attractive each time he saw her. She did not need makeup or fancy clothes. He could not think of any change that would make her look better.

Funding Talks Resume

“I should get back,” Brianna said. “There’s a meeting about keeping the show going.”

“Any ideas?”

“It’s not my place to say.”

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“That’s not what I asked.”

“Well, if they don’t cut the spending, the show won’t last another week.”

“What would you do?”

Brianna checked her watch. “I’ve already said too much. The meeting starts in thirty-five minutes. I need to get ready. It was nice talking to you, Randall.”

The meeting room was full when she took her seat. Morley and Charles sat across from each other. An unfamiliar young man sat next to Charles. The director and several writers were there too. Randall walked in and sat near Brianna. Charles introduced his son Sam and said Sam would replace Brandon right away. Then he announced that the silent partner was pulling out. Production would stop until they found new money. They would meet again at three the next day.

Randall waited outside and asked Brianna to dinner. He told her to dress casual and meet him in the garage at seven, then walked off before she could answer.

She found him polishing a blue 1974 Porsche Targa. Every bay held a classic car. He looked at her and said she looked good in regular clothes with light makeup. She admitted gold and emerald earrings were her one splurge and that she would buy a Porsche if she could. He offered her the keys and told her to drive wherever she wanted.

She handled the six-speed without missing a shift and took the curves fast. She parked in front of a small Italian place in a rough neighborhood and paid a young adult to watch the car. Inside, the owner greeted her like family and led them to a quiet courtyard table. He brought Chianti and said he would cook for them.

Over appetizers Randall finally relaxed. Brianna asked why he had agreed to be the bachelor. He said he was shy and had never had a serious relationship. The show had seemed like a way to meet someone. She asked if he still hoped to find that person. He said he doubted it if the show got canceled.

She told him the show felt like every other dating show and that more money would not fix it. She suggested dates that would show how the women handled real life, like helping at a shelter or dealing with small problems together. Randall liked the idea.

They finished the meal and walked out. Randall thanked her and said he enjoyed getting to know her. She told him he was a nice guy and that one of the women would be lucky.

The next day the same group met again. Randall sat beside Charles and stood to speak once funding was confirmed. He said he was now the executive producer and that production would restart in four days. He wanted the writers and production staff to work on a new format. He asked Brianna to stay after the meeting.

When the room cleared he told her he had put up the money only if he controlled the show. He wanted her to be his special consultant on the new format. She asked if he was sure. He said the idea had been hers and asked her to dinner at his place so they could start work. She asked if Bobby could stay on the crew. Randall laughed and said yes, then offered to cook Thai food.

In his kitchen Brianna stared at the huge pantry. While he cooked she suggested a date where he and one of the women made a meal together and dealt with whatever went wrong. He liked it and asked what else she had. She asked about his other interests, like the horses. He said he had six quarter horses and had started team roping with a friend. Her pulse jumped when he stepped close, his hand brushing her hip as he reached for a pan. She felt the heat rolling off his body, the faint smell of sweat and leather still on his skin from the ride earlier. “You keep surprising me,” he muttered, voice low. She turned and their mouths met hard, tongues sliding wet and urgent. He lifted her onto the counter, shoved her dress up, and yanked her panties aside. His fingers found her slick pussy already dripping. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled. She reached down, freed his thick cock, and stroked the hard length until precum slicked her palm. He thrust two fingers inside her, pumping deep while his thumb circled her clit. She moaned his name, legs spreading wider. “Fuck me, Randall, right there, harder.” He pulled his fingers free, lined up his dick, and rammed into her cunt in one long thrust. She gasped at the stretch, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the kitchen as he pounded her. Her tits bounced with every drive, nipples tight and aching. He bent and sucked one into his mouth, teeth grazing, while his hips kept slamming. “Your pussy feels so good, so tight around my cock,” he breathed against her neck. She clawed his back, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. Sweat dripped between them, the smell sharp and raw. He reached down, rubbed her clit fast, and she came hard, cunt pulsing and squeezing his dick as she cried out. He followed seconds later, cock throbbing as he shot thick ropes of cum deep inside her, both of them shuddering through the final thrusts until they stilled, breathing ragged, bodies locked together on the counter.