Enjoying the Best Meal (Dessert)
"But before we enjoy dessert, it looks like we need to rinse our mouths first. Pre-dessert. Lemon sorbet."
A golden scoop of sorbet sat in a small bowl. At the same moment, the beauty who'd sucked my cock under the transparent table slipped in and waved.
"Light and clean. Savor it like it's washing everything away."
The band struck up a refreshing tune. The piano melody danced with airy cheer.
The chef held a spoon and fed me the sorbet.
Wow... A burst of intense tartness spread through my mouth. As the ice crystals melted, sweetness and coolness followed. And right then, a tongue brushed my cock.
No way... what the hell does she put on her mouth before coming in? I'd noticed it earlier, but it sure as hell wasn't just saliva doing the blowjob. A fresh, tingling sensation washed over my dick.
Feels incredible, though... The lemon sorbet, the mouth sucking my cock—both felt insanely good, no question. But the point of this caress and the meal wasn't pleasure. It was cleaning.
The sticky, heavy lamb sauce and juices clinging thickly were swept away by the sorbet's sharp acidity. The chef's gooey pussy texture and fluids were licked clean by the employee's sweet, gentle tongue.
"Huuu..." It felt fresh. Refreshing. I'd gotten cleaning blowjobs a few times before, but nothing this thorough, this perfect.
Savoring the crisp sensation that cleansed both my mouth and cock at once, I ate the lemon sorbet the chef fed me. I felt clear. With a contented smile, I waited for the next course.
"Next up: cream puffs and chocolate mousse."
A swarm of naked women paraded out to delight my eyes.
"Enjoy the soft, cozy sensation. If you would, please take this seat."
I sat in the chair the chef had prepared. It was much like the last one, but without a backrest. And I quickly learned why.
"Ooh..." So soft. Breasts enveloped me from every side.
As the orchestra played its plush, fluffy music, I soaked in the texture of the breasts surrounding me. Nipples and tits pressed against my back. Plump, yielding breasts hugged my thighs, arms, shoulders. My cock was cradled in tits. Two women used four breasts to softly, subtly wrap around it—no hard squeeze, just pillowy softness.
I bit into the cream puff the chef fed me.
"Mmm..." It all blended. Harmonized. The gentle breast-touch across every inch of my skin seemed to echo on my tongue. I could have melted into that warm, enveloping softness.
The cream inside was as rich, sweet, and nutty as the milk I'd just drunk.
"This is too good."
"Thank you for enjoying it. Now, please savor the chocolate mousse."
"Chocolate?" Come to think of it, there hadn't been any chocolate cream in the puff.
"Here... ahh..."
Two women approached, their nipples slathered thick with rich chocolate cream.
"Wow..." Classic. But damn, it hit right.
I buried my face in those tits like I was entranced. My tongue worked frantically, lapping the chocolate mousse off the nipples. Sweet, luscious. The dense chocolate sugar mingled with the feel of nipples under my tongue.
Gazing at the two women's now-bared nipples, I flashed a satisfied smile.
"Finally, petit fours. Apple pie and herbal tea."
"Nice..."
"For this course, feel free to move about and indulge in pleasure. Focus on intercourse over the meal."
"Intercourse?"
The staffer smiled coyly and approached, turning to offer her ass.
Apple hips... A cute, pert butt—not huge, but firm and full, with a crisp apple scent wafting off it.
"Thrust freely."
"Alright then..."
Her pussy leaked fluids like fresh apple juice. Maybe the pie's intense aroma was playing tricks, but either way, I didn't mind. Not one bit.
I took a bite of apple pie, then plunged my cock into the staffer's pussy.
"Haaaang!"
Cute. Adorable. Her moans, her pussy's grip—both fresh and invigorating.
"Huing, uhnngh, haang, aaaang!"
Her juices and pussy were slick and pristine. No heavy dignity here, but the tightness and zing were plenty.
Grinning, I fucked the staffer. Kept pistoning away.
"Haet, hiyaat! Ungh, haang!"
I'd worried a creampie at the end might kill the vibe, but no. Sex with her was so light and sweet, a world apart from the chef's. A totally different flavor.
I pounded that cute ass, wave after wave of pleasure. Pierced her narrow pussy wide with my cock, more pleasure. Fucked her relentlessly.
"Hng, haang, aang!"
It wasn't long, but the pleasure packed in was no joke.
"Huuung..."
I flooded her insides with cum. She let out a cute moan, shuddered hard, then snapped to and licked my cock clean.
After polishing it spotless to the end, she beamed and bowed.
"Satisfied?"
The chef bowed to me. I nodded with a smile.
"The best."
An experience no one else could dream of. I had to nod. The ultimate meal.
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"Management team, entering."
"Unarmed two, armed three! Moving in!"
"Before entry, confirm vision blocks on armed personnel. Resend unarmed two's profiles. Use distortion-proof docs."
"Sending now!"
In Italy's WSC secret base, an unexpected commotion was unfolding.
"Confirmed. Opening. Lights on before entry—unarmed to check for anomalies."
"Roger!"
The steel-sealed door ground open. The two walking with eyes open kept their gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding the walls.
"Th-there... Intrusion traces confirmed. Footprints."
"Dust distribution uneven. Air density off. Estimated one to four humans."
"This is maddening..."
The facility director sighed heavily at the sudden mishap.
MO-C-2357. It meant intruders had breached the chamber housing their managed asset: Livestock's Joy.
"Check it yourselves."
"Yes, sir!"
The two unarmed agents swept aside a black blackout curtain covering one wall. Revealed inside was something hideous and horrific.
And at the same time, breathtakingly beautiful. A painting.
"Ex-existence... con—"
"Ugh..."
The director let out a deep sigh.
Livestock's Joy was a crisis in painting form. It took considerable time to inflict real harm, but that didn't make it harmless.
Just looking at it... draws people in.
True to its name, it revealed the joy of livestock. Unless you had ironclad mental fortitude, ten seconds in; even the strong-willed lasted five minutes before becoming unable to tear themselves away voluntarily.
Two hours: body warped like livestock. Three: full livestock transformation. Five: reverted to human-like behavior, preaching the painting's beauty, grandeur, and harmlessness to others.
And merely seeing it drove you mad. A terrorist airing it on TV could paralyze society.
Even the monitoring facility couldn't use basic CCTV on the subject.
"Armed personnel, neutralize the unarmed and return to base."
"Yes, sir!"
But the WSC's seasoned armed agents could subdue the unarmed without looking.
Otherwise, they'd have sacrificed one just to check the painting's status.
The incident was over. Someone had infiltrated, exploited the crisis, and strolled out casually.
The director bit his lip hard.
"Physically impossible..."
This facility was under ironclad protection. Anti-teleport measures, anti-phasing prep—all in place.
Yet some mystery force had passed through effortlessly.
Safe or not, Livestock's Joy wasn't something to handle lightly.
...No helping it.
The director sighed deeply and reported up the chain.
"What happens now? An audit or...?"
"What else? Nothing."
The director snorted at his secretary's question.
"Get used to it. The world's full of shit that makes no sense and defies logic, happening like it's nothing."
"...Isn't that why we exist?"
"You think we're that big a deal?"
Another snort.
"Probably some classified op we don't know about. Otherwise, higher-ups would lose their shit... You know how it goes."
"Horrifying. An op using Livestock's Joy."
"You'll see worse. To save as many as possible... sometimes you gotta get cruel."
The director gave a faint smile and sipped the instant black tea his secretary had brewed. The cheap sweetness filled his mouth.