Enjoying the Best Meal (Main Course)
A blonde woman. She had the beauty of a goddess, almost unrealistically so. She lay diagonally before me, her body on full display.
Where her pussy should have been was a large scallop, and on each breast sat a piece of sushi covering the vital spots.
The piano melody shifted. It felt refreshing, like listening to the sea breeze, with a touch of sanctity.
"Hooh..."
It was erotic. Delicious-looking sensations washed over me from every direction.
"Please gently touch the woman's body with your fingers."
"Pardon?"
"To savor the sense of touch."
At those words, I touched the blonde woman's body as if entranced. It was smooth and soft. Incredibly white, almost unrealistically so, and the spots my fingers grazed flushed red easily.
"Hngh..."
As my finger dipped into her cute little navel, the woman let out a coquettish moan.
"Once you've enjoyed it enough, feel free to uncover whatever you want to see."
"Then... the sushi first?"
"Just remove it yourself. And from now on, more intense sensations will kick in, so don't be startled."
"More intense sensory support?"
At the chef's signal, a woman slipped under the table. She was a cute, lively beauty—the kind who'd get hit on for her number everywhere while working part-time.
I tilted my head, then removed one piece of sushi covering a nipple.
"Eek!"
A small, cute pink nipple popped out. Examining the sushi I'd removed, I saw they'd left a slight gap to impale it on the nipple.
Hmm, wonder what it tastes like...
I wasn't too expectant. It felt out of place. Everything else had a Western vibe, but this sushi was Japanese-style.
I wondered if they'd forced nyotaimori into it awkwardly.
But I took a bite of the sushi and felt an astonishing sensation.
The flavor... what the hell!
I wasn't a stranger to tuna sushi, even if I didn't eat it often. But this was delicate.
The moment it hit my mouth, it melted softly, laced with subtle sweetness between bites. No word like "rich" could capture it.
And as I savored that, a sensation hit my cock too.
Fellatio... here?
I didn't know what she'd coated her tongue with, but it felt different from usual. Sticky, yet heavy.
Not fast or frivolous— a deep, substantial pressure massaging my cock.
Expressing the flavor... like this!
It was shocking. I hadn't even imagined feeling something like this.
I've heard cuisine above a certain level is called 'expression'...
But the dish I was eating wasn't particularly avant-garde or complex. It was just plain delicious—the kind anyone could enjoy, or in harsh terms, "unoriginal."
Yet the piano melody, now evoking the ocean depths with its profundity, and the blowjob were awakening new sensations.
Whoa...
Enchanted, I ate the next piece of sushi. I gazed at the exposed pink nipple, felt the woman's mouth on my cock, listened to the beautiful melody, and lightly kneaded the blonde woman's bare breast.
"Next..."
I reached for the scallop. The blonde woman posed like a sea goddess with her vital spot shielded by the shell.
Gently brushing it aside revealed tightly clenched pink pussy lips.
"For this one, we'll feed you. Please enjoy the tactile pleasure with your hands."
"Tactile pleasure?"
"Yes."
Without hesitation, I slipped a finger lightly into her pussy.
"Hnnngh..."
Honey-sweet moans leaked out. One of the staff fed me the scallop.
The outside was slightly crisp and nutty; inside, moist and tender. Sweet and fresh.
The lemon butter sauce refreshed my tongue with its tangy zest.
The piano melody lightened, soaring brightly, and the tongue sucking my cock matched it—light and sprightly. Fast like flight, yet perfectly balanced without overwhelming pressure.
My eyes were glued to her dripping pussy, my finger stirring inside.
Every sense was screaming in ecstasy.
"That's the end of the seafood course. Satisfied?"
"It's... too good."
I hadn't cum. But I wasn't disappointed. I trusted the chef. Just following her lead promised overflowing pleasure.
"Then, on to the main course."
"Main course?"
"Herb-crusted lamb ribs. If it's not too rude, may I explain the dish simply until the next course arrives?"
"Of course."
Musicians with various instruments gathered around the pianist. Probably a band.
"For this service, I aimed to give you, In Jisan, the ultimate pleasure. Including sexual pleasure."
"Yes..."
"But with sex, being more active than just receiving creates a more 'fun' situation."
"Fun?"
"In a service like this, fun is key too."
The chef smiled softly.
"So for the next course, I prepared something rougher, more primal. Casual dining without formality."
The dish arrived. A massive slab of meat that looked mouthwateringly appetizing at a glance.
"Herb-crusted lamb ribs."
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The herb aroma was fragrant. After washing my hands, I reached for the lamb ribs.
"Please wait a moment."
"Pardon?"
As I hesitated, the chef stripped off her clothes.
Oh...
A mature, lascivious body sculpted by meticulous care came into view.
"And if you press this..."
"Huh?"
In an instant, she vanished. More precisely, her upper body flickered out.
"What the—"
"Please wait just a moment."
Her body reappeared.
I couldn't process the magic trick right before my eyes.
"I'll climb on top of you, In Jisan."
"Pardon?"
Before I could speak, she mounted me. My cock pressed against her lower belly. Our thighs touched.
"Touch my upper body for a moment?"
"Uh... huh?"
It passed right through. My hand pierced her body effortlessly.
"Wait, how is this... Never mind. I won't ask."
Probably another "seemingly dangerous something" gimmick.
"I'm linked to the preset main dish to provide the guest ultimate pleasure."
"Uh... okay."
Hard to grasp from words alone. I just nodded.
"Relax and enjoy your meal."
Eating with a woman in my arms was new even for me, with my growing experience.
Leaning forward, she vanished from view instantly. Gripping the lamb ribs, I gave it a light lick.
"Ooh..."
Herb fragrance and lamb juices hit me. Varied and aromatic.
At the same time, the chef's pussy entrance brushed my cock.
"Hmm..."
As sweet juices touched my tongue, her pussy nectar dripped onto my cock tip.
Pleasure surged through my cock and tongue alike.
"Hngh..."
The band had started a concert. Sweet, anticipatory jazz melodies filled the air.
Leaning back, the chef's swaying breasts appeared right in front of me. Pussy juice dripped on my glans; my nose savored the meaty aroma.
Unable to hold back, I tore off a big bite of meat.
"Haaaaang!"
Sensations flooded in so fast I couldn't sort them out.
Only the feeling of good remained.
Chewing the lamb unleashed a burst of profound, intense juices full of flavor.
At that moment, her thick, sopping pussy enveloped my cock completely.
The meat wasn't chewy; her pussy wasn't too tight.
Like juicy meat bursting, her nectar gushed; like the meat's bold aroma, countless pussy folds clung and stimulated my cock relentlessly.
The jazz intensified. Free yet powerful and forceful.
Her moans echoed in my ear, syncing with it. Lewd, indulgent, intense moans.
What kind of sensations...
I wanted more pleasure. More of this.
I tore off another big bite of lamb.
"Aaaang!"
Simultaneously, her pussy—fully sheathing my cock—rose then slammed down.
So that's how it works...
Slowly savoring the meat in my mouth like sucking it, she excited me with just her pussy walls, cock-deep.
Lightly nipping with my teeth, she desperately lifted, teasing my glans with her entrance.
Ripping roughly without decorum, her body bucked wildly. Relentless pistoning.
I wasn't thrusting my hips to fuck the chef.
Nor was I just passively getting fucked by her.
I didn't know the linkage mechanics, but I enjoyed the dish before me, gripping and tearing the ribs—fucking her that way.
"Haaaaat!"
As I tore off the last rib, she climaxed. I unleashed a massive load inside her amid overwhelming pleasure.
Throwing my head back, I saw the chef's face, lost in ecstasy.
"Did you... enjoy the main dish?"
"It was the best."
"Thank you, hngh... I'll prepare the final dessert cleanly and sweetly."
The meal wasn't over yet. It seemed.