4 comments/ 46999 views/ 45 favorites The White Menu Ch. 01 By: ExtraAqua The door to the restaurant was non-nondescript. One could pass by easily without even noticing it, and all those walking by that night did just so. The two women approached the door quietly and without attracting notice. One quick look around to see if anyone noticed them and through the door they slipped. Inside the door they paused and looked around. The first thing they noticed was the temperature. Outside it was a cold winter, and inside it was steamy and warm, even warmer than an inside normally would be. Adjusting to the heat, they quickly took off their coats and looked around. They stood in a small dark room. On one side was the door that they had come through, and on the other another door. Next to the far door stood a small host-station behind which a stunningly beautiful woman with short dark hair, wearing a tight uniform was waiting for them to adjust to the heat. A few nice chairs for waiting, a walk-in closet for coats, and a third door were all that adorned the rest of the room. The two women paused for a moment, then began to remove their coats. Both women were dressed for an evening out. The first woman was in her mid-thirties and had short red hair. She was dressed in a nice white button-up shirt and a short skirt. She was petite and cute, and the outfit she wore was sexy without being slutty. The other woman had long dark hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans that flared at the ankles, and a low cut shirt that highlighted her breasts. Of the two, she seemed more nervous, as thought she was unsure of what to expect of the evening. “Good evening, and welcome,” said the hostess behind the desk. “Card please.” The redhead fished in her purse, removed a plain card and handed it to the hostess. “Thank you Sasha,” said the hostess, looking at the name on the card. “I assume you will be dinning from The White Menu this evening?” “Indeed.” “Would you care to change before dining?” Asked the hostess, making a gesture at the third door next to the coat closet Sasha looked at her companion, who looked back quizzically. Sasha smiled softly to herself at her friend's obvious puzzlement at where the evening was headed. “No, thank you. Perhaps later we might be interested, but this is my friend's first time here, and I think we'll start the evening slowly. I think we'll also take a private booth tonight as well.” “Certainly, I understand. This way then, please.” And with that she took two plain white menus from the stand and walked from behind the hostess stand to open the door on the back wall of the foyer. This time, Sasha nearly laughed out loud at the look on her friend's face as she saw what the hostess was, or more accurately was not, wearing. Standing behind the host station, they had seen that she was wearing a tight short-sleeved button shirt with the top few buttons undone to show her ample cleavage. It was a sexy, yet professional style that seemed appropriate to her surroundings. But as she stepped from behind the stand, carrying two menus, it was immediately apparent that apart from some very sexy high-heeled shoes, the shirt was all she was wearing. She was completely nude from the waist down. “Oh my god, Sasha!” said her friend as she gaped at the long legs, perfect round ass, and neatly trimmed pussy of the hostess. “Anne, you did say you wanted some adventure this evening. This place is just that,” Sasha answered, laughing this time at her friend's shock. “Besides, just wait till we get through that door.” The hostess smiled too and turned sensually to open the door, making sure to show off her beautiful legs and tight ass as she did so. The door opened, she led the two women into the dining room. Anne, for her part, could not stop staring at the half-nude hostess as she walked down a couple of steps into the dining room. Her perfect ass swayed sensually as she sauntered across the red carpeting, and Anne found herself wondering what she had gotten herself into. When Anne had confessed that she had been feeling frustrated with her and her husband's sex life, she did not imagine that her friend would have such a radical solution to her pent up feelings. Now she found herself in a secret club, watching a half naked woman walk through a restaurant dining room. She found the idea exciting and noticed a wetness begin to spread between her legs. As she and Sasha followed the hostess across the small dining room, she tore her gaze away from the hostess' half-nudity to take a quick glance around her. The dining room was not large, though not small either. At the far end, there was a full bar, and a door to the kitchen. There were perhaps ten round tables with long white tablecloths that reached all the way to the floor. The settings were all very classy, and the lights were dimmed low to give the whole place a very romantic feel. Each table had a candle to enhance the atmosphere. Along each wall of the dining room were large booths, and she noted, oddly, that each one had a tack that allowed a lush red velvet curtain to be pulled closed and give the patrons at those tables complete privacy. She even noted that many of the booths were already closed, and given what she had already seen so far, she wondered what she would find if she opened one. The restaurant was about three-quarters full, mostly of women. There were one or two individual women seated at tables, but the majority of the tables were filled with small groups of one or two women. At a one table, a man and woman were seated intimately close to each other. Finally, there was one group of six women who were sitting at two table pushed together. The women had obviously had quite a few drinks and were clearly enjoying themselves. The hostess reached their booth, and leaned deeply forward over the table to put the menus down. From behind, Anne caught a clear view of the hostess' shaved pussy nestled between the beautiful curves of her ass. The sight of someone so obviously naked in such a public space sent another jolt of excitement between her legs. Sasha and Anne sat down in the booth and the hostess pulled the red curtain closed. They were completely cut off from the rest of the room. They could still hear people through the curtain, but the noise was muffled and it was obvious that they had complete privacy. “Ok. What is this place?” Anne blurted out her curiosity at the events thus far. “It's a private little club Zeke and I belong to. It's very exclusive, and it caters to certain women's… unique tastes,” replied Sasha. “Meaning?” “Well, I'd rather not say at this point. I think it would be far more fun for you to experience that yourself.” Anne was just about to press her friend more when the curtain was pulled back. Anne gasped in surprise as a man in a bow tie stepped into the space in front of their table. That was the surprise however, as the bow tie was all he was wearing. His well muscled, tan body was completely naked, and more than that, his cock was rock hard and sticking right at the women at eye level. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed and turned away to hide her eyes from the shock. Sasha laughed at again at her friend's reaction, this time loudly. “Calm down. This is just our waiter. I told you this was going to be fun, didn't I? Well, open up your eyes and enjoy the fun!” “But he's naked!” Anne blurted, still not looking at him. “I know. All the waiters are. That's part of the fun.” Anne didn't quite know what to do. She had told Sasha that she and Chris had been in a slump lately. They had been married for ten years, had two small children, and most of their energy and attention had been slowly drained away. They barely had sex any longer, and when they did, it was bland, uninteresting and dull. She missed the kinky, hot fun they had before the kids, but she just wasn't sure how to find that spark again. Sasha had sympathized and told her that she and Zeke had had the same issues for a long time. Then she told Anne that she had found this amazing place that had brought back their passion and then some, Anne had been eager to give it a try. But this was far more than she had dared to think was possible. She wasn't sure she was ready to be sitting in a private booth, while her waiter's giant naked penis hovered a few feet from her face. “Listen,” Sasha said gently. “I know this is kind of shocking, but I promise you, if you give it a try, you and Chris will be fucking like animals by the weeks end. You'll be so horny, you won't be able to keep yourself from jumping him the minute you walk through the doors tonight. You told me some of the kinky stuff you two used to be into, and I guarantee that both you and he will be here all the time. Zeke and I are here once a week, and we fuck at least once a day, sometimes twice, we are so turned on by the stuff we do here.” Anne thought carefully about her friend's words, and wishing she hadn't told Sasha some of her stories, she slowly uncovered her face and turned to look again at their waiter. She tried very hard to look up at his eyes, but her gaze kept sneaking itself down to the beautiful cock at eye level. She hadn't seen anyone's dick except her husband's since they had started dating, and this one didn't disappoint. It was at least 9 inches and rock hard. His pubic hair was neatly trimmed and shaved. She noticed now that he had a cock ring that encircled his dick and his scrotum, jutting them both out, and keeping them at attention. His balls, too, seemed giant, bigger than she had ever seen, as if full of cum. That though gave another little thrill to her quickly moistening pussy. She loved semen, always had. She had been an excellent cocksucker in college, and she had always swallowed after giving blowjobs. The taste of cum still thrilled her. Sadly, that was another one of those little things that seemed to lose itself in their daily lives. She never gave Chris head anymore, and missed the feel of his cum on her tongue, the way it slithered down her throat when she swallowed. “Ok. I'm in.” She sighed. Then she let out a little giggle of nervousness at what that might mean. “Yay!” Sasha exclaimed, and then turning to their waiter, said, “We'll start with drinks and an appetizer. Martinis for both of us, and we'll start with the oysters. I'm hoping they are fresh?” “Extremely fresh, ma'am. Would you like them dressed table-side or in the kitchen?” Replied the waiter. “Oh, in the kitchen, definitely for this round. Maybe the next one table-side, we'll see.” “Certainly.” And with that he turned and left. As the curtain closed Anne said, “Oysters, huh? You trying to get me turned on, or something?” “Annie, you have no idea,” Sasha said laughing. “So what is the deal here, really? Half naked hostesses, completely naked waiters. Is this a swingers club? Is that what you two are into?” “No, no. Not really. As I said, this is a club that caters to our unique tastes,” Sasha replied mysteriously. “We don't fuck anyone else here. That's not really what it is about, though I have slipped under the table a couple of times to suck his dick. These curtains and those long table cloths out there make that a fun addition.” Anne blushed at the idea of her friend going down on someone in a public restaurant. “Was it hot?” “Oh, honey, you have no idea. Sucking his dick, all the while there is a restaurant full of people around you, I was so wet, we fucked in the car in the parking lot. Of course, that wasn't even the kinkiest thing about it.” “What was?” gasped Anne, not sure how it could get any hotter. “When he came, I had him cum in my drink. Then I drank the whole thing, right in front of him, right in the restaurant. Though, of course, around here –“ She stopped shortly as the waiter walked through the curtain again holding a tray. Again, Anne blushed to see his hard dick swinging in front of her face, and for a moment she had the urge to reach out and grab it. She knew he was carrying something though, and might drop it if he were surprised. She was still thinking of Sasha's story as the waiter set down two drinks and a platter of raw oysters on ice. The idea of drinking cum in a crowded restaurant excited her to no end. Sipping casually at a cocktail, seeing the white strands of cum floating there, knowing that there were people around her as she slowly sucked the cum into her mouth and tasted its saltiness. She found herself wondering if what her friend said was true, she probably would be jumping Chris the second she walked in the door tonight. Anne took a quick sip of her martini to steady herself as the waiter turned and left. Her eyes lingered on his beautiful ass as he slipped through the curtain. “So, do you like oysters?” Sasha asked sweetly. “They're ok.” Anne answered, still dreaming of the waiter's dick. “I love them, but they need to be prepared the right way. Of course, they must be raw, and they must have the right sauce to go with them.” “Of course,” replied Anne distractedly. Then looking down at the oyster in front of her, exclaimed, “Oh my god! That's cum!” Sure enough. Each oyster shell, sitting on the bed of ice, was filled to the brim with a white sauce. There was no doubt that it was semen that filled each shell. “I told you. This place caters to a woman's unique tastes,” Sasha laughed as she picked up one of the oysters and let it and the cum sauce slide onto her tongue. She held it in her mouth for a minute, savoring the taste, then swallowed the whole thing in one gulp. “There is no better way to prepare an oyster. Try one!” “I -… you-… he-…” Anne was at a loss for words. Anne's brain was on overload. She simply couldn't believe the sequence of surprises that had led up to this. Cum in oysters? In a restaurant? How could she, how could anyone? And yet… Anne's mind flicked back to a time when she and Chris were dating. He had a thing for facials, and loved to cum on Anne's face. At first she had been skeptical, but the more they did it the hotter it became. Soon she began to grow excited at the idea, and would savor the feel of the warm blasts as they landed on her face, and the feel of his thick cum as it lay across her cheeks, forehead, chin or nose. Then there was the time he had wanted to watch her eat his cum. They had cut up a peach and she held the slices next to her face while he came all over both. He had been saving up, and they had been teasing and fucking all morning with out him cumming, so when he did it was volcanic. She remembered how hot it was to feel his thick jizz covering her, to smell its strong aroma. Then she had taken the peach and put it into her mouth. She remembered the sweetness of the peach mixed with the pungent saltiness of his sperm. She had trembled with her own orgasm as she had savored the taste on her tongue. It was easily the kinkiest thing they had done together, and now, in a restaurant, she was contemplating doing the same? This time with the jizz of a complete stranger? Anne reached for her martini and slammed the whole thing down. She was going to need a little help if she was going to do this. Sasha, seeing her friend's confusion and confliction, smiled and deliberately helped herself to another oyster. Then she reached for her own drink, sipped it and said, “Hmmm… you know, I've always preferred dirty martinis, don't you? They make a wicked dirty martini here. I think I need one.” Sasha pushed a button on the wall by the table, and in a matter of seconds their waiter slipped in behind the curtains, his cock leading the way. “Any way you could make this into a dirty martini for me? I forgot to order it that way.” She slid the drink across the table to him. Rather than taking the martini however, he stepped forward until his cock head was just above the rim of the glass and began to stroke his dick. Anne watched with a mixture of horny fascination and disbelief while their stud waiter stroked his cock above Sasha's drink. His dick had already been hard when he came in, and his hand flew up and down his giant shaft. Within a few quick minutes, he began to grunt as his orgasm began to rise. Anne and Sasha each held their breath as he began to stroke faster. Suddenly he gave a big groan and his huge balls began to pump and twitch. Cum flew from the big purple head of his cock as he pointed it straight into Sasha's drink. Shot after shot pumped from his sack and into the glass for what seemed like forever. Finally it slowed, and their waiter squeezed the last few drops of jizz from the tip of his dick. The women's gaze now shifted from the spurting penis to the drink directly underneath. The martini was now coated with sperm. The entire surface of the vodka had a float of white cum covering it. Little streams of semen descended down like clouds as they mixed with the drink. “Anything else I can get for you ladies?” He asked a little breathlessly. A wicked smile played across Sasha's lips and looked her friend right in the eyes said, “She'll have what I'm having.” Anne's breath caught in her throat. She wasn't sure she was ready for this, but seemed powerless to say anything to stop it. “I'll bring it right out. The bartender will need to mix this one though,” he said with a smile. “I'm a little tapped out at the moment.” “Of course, dear,” Sasha replied with a wink. “You go rest up. I'm sure we'll be needing your services for the next course.” As their waiter turned to leave, Sasha slid the drink back over to herself before picking it up to get a closer look. More tendrils of cum were beginning to float gently around the glass, mixing slowly with the drink, though a majority of the white still floated at the top. Sasha brought it close to her face and inhaled the thick musky scent. Then slowly, delicately, she brought the glass to her lips and sipped. She held the drink in her mouth for split second before letting it pass down her throat. Anne realized at that moment that she had been holding her breath this whole time and finally let it out with a whoosh. She had watched the episode with fascination and wonder. The cum oysters had gotten her hot, but watching a stud jack off into her best friend's martini, then watching said friend drink it was making her wet indeed. She shifted in her seat and felt her pussy lips slide wetly. She desperately wanted to stick a hand between her legs and stroke herself, even through her jeans. She was beginning to wonder if it wouldn't have been better to wear a skirt like her friend. “So, how's it taste?” She asked breathlessly. “Yummy. Fresh cum is the best. Not everything here is fresh, to be honest. There'd be no way for these poor men to keep up if it was. You saw all the tables here, they'd have to have a hundred men just to serve appetizers.” “So how does this work? What exactly is the cum used for, how much do they use?” Sasha smiled again, “Anne, there is cum on everything if you want it, hence ‘The White Menu.’ If you prefer, you can order things without it, that's ‘The Black Menu.’ Zeke doesn't want cum on his food, of course, so he orders his dinner from the latter. I love it, so of course I order everything with it. That's the beauty of it. Here, look at the menu.” Anne took The White Menu from her friend and opened it. It was a normal menu with a wide assortment of items. There were appetizers, salads, pasta dishes, and fancy meat dishes. Under each one was an option for the level of semen available with your dish. “The food here is fantastic, by the way. All organic, locally grown. The chef does amazing things here even without the cum. With it, everything is spectacular. Sometimes I just want a hint so I go with a sauce that has been lightly flavored with cum. Sometimes I'm really hungry and horny and go for broke. There is a fettuccine alfredo here without the heavy cream, just man cream and garlic. It's intoxicating.” The White Menu Ch. 01 “How do they get enough cum?” Anne was incredulous, she knew how much a man could reasonably be expected to ejaculate, and how often. “Well, for starters, they have a staff. You saw how the waiter dresses things at the table. There is also a large kitchen staff, and all of them ‘contribute’ to the supply.” Anne pictured the chef cooking a gourmet meal in a professional kitchen, then whipping out his cock and stroking his dick until he came all over the food. It should have been the most disgusting thing she'd ever heard, but somehow, after what she had just seen with the waiter, the image only increased her wetness. Sasha continued, “All that though, still wouldn't be enough. So as members, we get a discount on our fees for all the semen we contribute to their supply.” “What? You mean Zeke actually gives cum to this place? How does that work?” “It's great! He cums in a container, and we freeze it in the freezer. Then we bring it in and it gets added to the food. Every time we fuck, he pulls out and puts it in the container. Plus, I've got him jacking off at least once a day. He gets quite a supply very quickly.” She laughed, then continued, “Of course, sometimes I get too excited thinking about all the delicious cum in the freezer and I can't wait. Then I thaw it out, and we do something kinky with it. I've put it in food, drank it straight, one time we even dumped a whole pint over me. It was awesome!” Anne continued to find this whole experience a series of building surprises. Every time she thought that this had gotten as kinky as it could get, something managed to up the ante. Once again, she found herself being more and more turned on the further this went. As she thought that, the curtain parted and in came the waiter with her drink. It was filled to the brim with vodka and cum. There was a thick coating of cum across the top, and a large pool of cum forming in the bottom of the glass. As it was set in front of her, she grew breathless. She was actually about to do this! “Cheers,” Sasha said and lifted her glass. Their glasses clinked and Anne brought the glass up to her mouth. She paused, closed her eyes, and drew in a deep breath to steady her nerves. The smell of cum and vodka washed over her, and she felt faint. After one more steadying breath, she brought the glass to her lips and sipped. Strands of semen mixed with the alcohol slipped over the rim and into her mouth. She held the mixture on her tongue, tasting the heady flavors. The sheer eroticism of the moment, combined with the flavor of sperm, finally pushed her over the edge. She felt the orgasm building between her legs and spreading throughout her entire body. She whimpered with joy and swallowed her drink. She hesitated for a moment to gather her nerve, then reached for an oyster. She brought it to her mouth and slurped it down. The flavors again took her by surprise. The fishiness of the oyster mingled with the bitterness of the cum, all tinted slightly with the citrus from the lemon. It was delicious, and it brought on another wave to her orgasm. She reached quickly for another, and washed them down with another sip of her dirty martini. Slowly her orgasm faded, and she gasped for breath. Sasha watched her friend with glee. She knew the look on Anne's face well, she'd felt it herself here many times over the years. From the look of it, Anne had just had a small orgasm. Sasha knew that as the erotic treats built through the evening, Anne was in for much, much more as their dinner progressed. The White Menu Ch. 02 "So, what's next?" Anne could hardly contain her excitement as she asked the question. Her friend Sasha had taken her to this restaurant where they were given a special "White Menu" to order from. Sasha had surprised Anne with an order of oysters, and a dirty martini, both served with fresh cum as the main ingredient. She had been hesitant at first, but after watching their waiter jerk off into her friend's martini, then trying a similar drink herself, the eroticism of the event had turned her on so much that she had orgasmed right at the dinner table. Now she could hardly wait to see what kinky thing was headed their way, though she was still a little scared that she wouldn't be up to it. "Well," answered Sahsa. "I think we should order our dinner, what do you think?" Anne felt a frightened thrill tremble up her spine as she opened The White Menu again to once more peruse its offerings. There was a wide selection of appetizers, salads, pastas, and main entrees. Underneath each selection was a number indicating your preference for the amount of semen in your food. Despite her excitement, Anne wasn't sure she was ready for the maximum four rating. Perhaps a nice respectable two would be a good way to start. Enough to taste the jizz, but not so much as to be overpowering. Besides, she was still unsure she was ready for what seemed to be happening to her. "Perhaps a salad to start with, then entrees?" Sasha suggested. Anne nodded in agreement as she noted the appetizing options. There was a baby spinach salad with peaches and hazelnut vinaigrette; a pear, arugula, and pancetta salad, also with a vinaigrette dressing; and, of course, the classic Caesar salad. Anne decided that the baby spinach sounded the best. The entrée selection was much wider, and therefore harder to choose from. There was a cheese and/or cum stuffed ravioli with tomato cream sauce; penne with a rosemary cream sauce; fettuccini alfredo; pork tenderloin; grilled New York Strip; and the fish of the day was a honey and/or cum glazed salmon. This was a tougher decision, but in the end she was curious how the flavors of the honey and sperm would mix together and decided on the salmon. "I've made up my mind, what did you decide on?" Anne said nervously. "I think I'll go with the Casesar, and the penne," Sasha replied. "What level are you going to try for your first time here?" There were butterflies of nervous excitement in her stomach as she exhaled deeply and replied, "I'm going to start with a 'two.' I don't know if I am ready for much more than that yet." Sasha laughed, "I understand. You're braver than I was. When I started here I could only muster up the courage for a 'one.' It wasn't till Zeke added some 'flavor' to some of our meals at home that I got brave enough to try anything more. Now I love it! I almost always order a three or four when we come here. Poor Zeke just can't supply enough with one shot to give me the taste I want." Anne still couldn't wrap her mind around the idea of her best friend sitting in her dining room while her husband stroked his cum all over her dinner. What would Chris say when she told him about this place? Would he be willing to do the same for her? Would she be willing? "Well I hope you'll be doing a 'four' tonight. I am curious to give it a taste to see if I like it," Anne said. "Of course! Now, don't you think we need another drink?" "How could I argue with that? You think our waiter is 'up' for making another dirty martini? I'd love another view of him stoking that big dick of his." Sasha laughed again. "Perhaps. I don't know about you, though, but I'd like to save him for the salad course. I had something else in mind." "Oh, really? More surprises, or can I know about this one in advance?" Anne teased. "I think one more surprise might be fun, don't you? You already know what the secret ingredient is, maybe this time the delivery will surprise you." The further this went, the more and more excited Anne got. She was once again wishing she had worn something besides jeans, something will a little more access to her tingling pussy. She liked the idea of sitting here, fingering herself, while naked waiters delivered semen to her on a plate. There certainly was enough privacy here with their curtained off booth that hid them from the other patrons of the restaurant. Somehow she had a feeling that Sasha wouldn't mind too much if she did that either. In spite of her wish, however, she just didn't feel brave enough to take that next step. The curtain slid aside once more and their waiter returned to the table to take their orders. His cock had regained its stiff appearance, and once more Anne had to resist the overwhelming urge to reach out and give it a couple of tugs. Just as the ladies were about to give their drink order, a rhythmic pounding sound began to come from the wall behind Anne. She looked at the waiter in surprise and asked, "Is that what I think it is?" The waiter smiled sheepishly and replied, "There is a very excited young couple in the booth next to you. I wouldn't be surprised if their excitement got the better of them." The speed of the banging began to get faster, and now they could hear a woman's voice crying out in unison with each pound of the wall. "Does that happen often?" Anne asked incredulously. "Every day or two there is an event like that. It's why we have the curtains. Some people really enjoy fucking in a public place, and what better place than this?" He replied. "We try to wait until they are done before we disturb them." Anne stared at the waiter, her eyes travelling slowly down to his cock as she listened to the sounds of the sex in the next booth reach a crescendo and the woman let out a long orgasmic scream. She noticed the waiter's dick twitch in excitement as he too listened to the fucking next door. As the noise subsided, Sasha fanned herself with her menu and said, "Well, that got me hot, how 'bout the rest of you?" The three laughed together, and Anne blushed with excitement. She was definitely going to be bringing her husband here, and soon. The waiter took their orders and departed, and the girls made more small talk. Shortly, the waiter returned with the next round of drinks. "Bourbon, on the rocks." He said as he placed a tumbler full of brown liquor in front of each woman, then left once more. "OK. How's this kinky?" Anne asked, looking at the glass in front of her. "It's just bourbon." "And rocks, don't forget the ice part. Very important in a drink like this." "Fine, ice too... so, where's the gimmick?" "As I said, very important in a drink like this," Sasha repeated coyly, and raised her glass to her lips and took a sip. Anne took a closer look. Straight bourbon, no semen anywhere. Then Anne noticed something odd. Small swirls of white were beginning to work their way through her drink. But where were they coming from? Then it clicked: the ice. Each ice cube was more milky than a regular cube of water, though she hadn't noticed it at first. She lifted the glass up for a closer inspection and sure enough, she was right. It wasn't frozen water that made up these ice cubes, but frozen semen. As each cube slowly melted, it sent tendrils of sperm circling through her drink. Anne slowly brought the glass to her lips and sipped. The alcohol flavor was dominant, but underneath it, if only in the aftertaste, was the subtle flavor of cum. She set her drink down again, and watched fascinated as the cum cubes continued to melt and release themselves into her drink. After a sufficient amount of time had passed watching, she lifted the glass again and took another sip, then another. The longer she waited, the more sperm was released into the drink and the more potent the flavor became. Her reverie was broken by a moan from across the table. She looked up and saw Sasha, with her eyes closed, sipping the last of her drink. Her ice had melted quite a bit by now, and there seemed to be a 50/50 mixture of jizz and bourbon in her glass. She was slowly sipping the remainder, and seemed to be in a trance. Then Anne noticed that Sasha's other had had disappeared under the table and seemed to be working rather hard between her legs. Anne felt flush as she realized what her friend was doing across the table from her. Sasha had been smart enough to wear a skirt, and was now using the easy access it afforded to bring herself to orgasm. Sasha had drained the remaining liquid contents of her glass. Her hand under the table quickened as she opened her mouth wide to swallow one of the half-melted cum cubes into her mouth. She held it there, feeling it melt, tasting the semen as it slowly filled her mouth. She began to shake, then jerk in her seat, as her orgasm hit her. Anne watcher her twitch, her hand working between her legs, and her tongue working the cum cube to melt it faster and fill her mouth with more of its white, milky essence. Suddenly she let out a long hard moan, her body went rigid, then spasmed repeatedly. She bit down hard on the cube, crushing it between her teeth, filling her mouth with the icy white mixture. She continued to chew, to swirl, to wash the flavor over her tongue, to feel her mouth fill with the cum as she orgasmed again and again. Then, finally, as the last wave slowly receded from her body, she swallowed her mouthful and felt it slide down her throat and into her stomach. "Whoa," Anne said quietly, once her friend had regained a bit of her composure. Sasha smiled weakly at her friend and once again fanned herself with her menu. "You're next." "At this point, I'd love to, but I'm wearing jeans, and they don't really lend themselves all that well to that sort of... activity." "Bah," Sasha replied, "You think that stops anyone here? Take a look out that curtain, look at that big group of women and tell me what you see." Curious, Anne peaked out between the curtains. In the middle of the dining room was the large party of women that they had seen when they came in. It was obviously a rowdy group; they seemed to have had a lot to drink. Most likely it was a bachelorette party, as one of the women was wearing a veil. Taking a closer look however, she realized that while she was wearing a veil and a t-shirt, she did not actually have any pants or underwear on. One of the other women stood up drunkenly to give a toast, and Anne realized that she was the same. A nice top, but no bottoms at all. Anne could see the nice trim triangle of hair above what appeared to be a shaven pussy. Anne watched for a while longer, enough to confirm that all the women were attired similarly, before closing the curtain and turning to her friend. "See? Easy access," Sasha answered in response to the questioning look given to her by Anne. "There is a changing room just off the main foyer. Women will often strip off whatever bottoms they wore in." "Yes, but to walk through a restaurant like that? To sit at a table in front of your friends, half naked, and touch yourself." "Anne, come on now. You've been here long enough to see what is happening. You think women who eat at a restaurant with naked waiters who jack off on their dinner worry about being seen with no pants on? Are you telling me you don't have any exhibitionism in your blood at all? Doesn't that turn you on?" Anne was stuck. Of course it turned her on, and she knew the idea would turn Chris on. She just had absorbed so much tonight already, that each new thing seemed overwhelming, and there was still a sense in her that she wasn't sure she was capable of going along with all this. "I challenge you," Sasha continued, "before our dinner arrives, to take off those jeans of yours. You are going to want to, trust me." Anne pondered the dare for a minute. She so desperately wanted to do it, her pussy ached to be stroked. She just wasn't sure she could go through with it. She took one more quick sip of her drink to fortify herself. The alcohol helped, so did the taste of the jizz in her drink. Once more she realized just how horny she was getting. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and stood up next to the table, and reached for the button on her jeans. Just then the curtain opened, and their waiter walked in. Anne sat down so fast she bumped her hip on the table. Her face grew bright red with embarrassment. It was one thing to take her pants of semi-privately behind a curtain with a trusted friend; it was another to do it in front of a naked stranger in a public restaurant. Sasha, for her part, laughed once again at her friend's embarrassment. It was fun to watch the excitement it was obvious Anne was feeling conflict with her inhibitions and embarrassment. She was curious to see which side would win. She thought that she had almost had Anne with getting her to take off her pants, but it was a long evening and she knew things were just getting going. Their waiter was carrying their salad course. He placed the salads down in front of the two women. Anne's salad looked like she had expected, arugula topped with pears and pancetta with a light vinaigrette. Sasha's salad also looked as she expected, romaine lettuce coated with a white creamy dressing, tossed with a few croutons and some parmesan cheese. But even from across the table she could tell that the main ingredient in the dressing had been substituted with semen. She could smell the pungent aroma of sperm fill the booth, and once more looked at her friend with wonder, and not a little jealousy. The waiter stepped back, and asked, "Would you ladies care for some fresh cracked pepper on your salads?" "Yes please," answered Sasha. The waiter left for a moment, then returned with a pepper mill and added pepper to each of the women's salads. "Would you care for any fresh sperm on your salads as well?" "I know I would love some, a four is nice, but a fresh coating tableside always enhances the experience in my opinion," Sasha replied. "Anne?" "I think I'm fine for now," Anne answered. Truth be told, staring at their waiter's hard dick was once again getting her hot. She actually wanted to watch him ejaculate all over her pears, pancetta, and arugula, then slowly eat it while he watched. She could smell the cum wafting up from Sasha's plate across the table and that only enhanced her desire, but once again her natural inhibitions stopped her from saying yes. "You sure?" Sasha prompted. Anne nodded hesitantly. Sasha could see the conflicted battle going on in side of her friend. She needed a push, and Sasha thought she had just the thing. "All right, you go ahead and start on yours, while I get a fresh helping from our friend here." Then, as the waiter stepped forward and began to massage his giant cock over her food, she reached out and grabbed his dick with her hands and said, "You must be tired from waiting all those tables, why don't you stand there, relax, and let me handle this one." Anne watched in jealous fascination as her friend did the exact thing she had been fantasizing about all evening. Sasha's hand worked slowly up and down the hard dick, and their waiter smiled, closed his eyes and enjoyed the hand job. This was one of the many perks of his job. He loved it when the women he waited on wanted something more than just a tug job into their food. At least once a night one of his customers helped him out with a hand job, sometimes even a blowjob. If he was lucky enough, about once a month, one of the women he served would get horny enough to spread open their legs wide on the table and let him fuck her. Usually that happened behind the curtains, but a couple of times he'd been fortunate to be able to do it right in the middle of the dining room in front of the whole busy restaurant full of customers. Those were the times he looked forward to the most, but there was nothing wrong with what was happening now, standing in front of two hot women while one of them stroked his dick over her salad. Just another one of the reasons he loved his job. Anne, for her part, was once again feeling a wet warmth begin to spread between her legs. She picked up her fork, stabbed some of her salad with it, and brought it to her mouth. It was good. The flavors of the pancetta and pears mixed well with the vinaigrette. The cum flavor in the dressing complimented the other ingredients well, it wasn't overpowering at all, and definitely enhanced the taste. Anne took another bite while she watched her friend stroke their waiter's throbbing cock. Oh, that cock looked good, and oh, that cum tasted good in her food. And then something in her finally gave. She'd seen naked a naked hostess and naked waiters. She's drunk semen in two different cocktails, eaten it on oysters, and as a dressing on her salad. She'd watched her friend finger herself to orgasm, and was now watching her give the waiter a hand job. She'd even orgasmed herself, and she was definitely interested in coming here again with her husband. What exactly was holding her up? "Fuck it," she said. "Give me that dick. I want to stroke that thing till it shoots its creamy load all over my food." With that she reached for their waiter's cock. Sasha gave way immediately with a happy grin and let her friend take over. The waiter adjusted his hips and angled his dick towards Anne's plate. Anne felt the smooth skin of his dick against her hand. She'd been fantasizing about touching him since he had first walked into their booth. Now she had his hardness in her hand and it was turning her on so much. She had started the salad course ready to take off her jeans, and now, as Sasha had predicted she would, she desperately wished she had followed through. She wanted nothing more than to dip her fingers into her wet snatch and to rub her clit until she came. As it was, the jeans kept her from doing that, but they could not keep her from rubber her crotch through them, so while one hand flew up and down the prick of their waiter, her other rubbed hard against the denim between her legs. Sasha watched her friend with glee, glad that Anne finally seemed to have broken through the inhibitions that had been holding her back. However, there did remain the fact that she had started the hand job of their waiter, and really did want to have someone cum on her salad. She turned again to the button by the table and pressed it. A moment later another waiter pushed his way through the curtain. His giant hard dick led the way followed by his ripped tan body. Sasha had yet to be disappointed by any of her servers, and this one was no exception. He looked around at the situation at their table, then asked curiously, "How can I help you ladies? It seems you already have things very much 'in hand.'" Sahsa chuckled, "My friend here has stolen the dressing dispenser from me. Is there any way you have another I can use? My salad desperately needs more dressing on it." "Ah, I see. Of course ma'am, you are welcome to use my dispenser. Would you like me to use it, or would you rather use it yourself?" "Oh myself, definitely. I can't let my friend here out do me." Sasha replied as she reached for the new waiter's cock. She slid her salad right under the tip of his penis, then began to massage his dick and balls. The two women looked at each other and smiled, each admiring the hard shaft the other was working. The two men each stood quietly by the table, enjoying the sensation of the ladies' hands, and feeling the cum build in their testicles. Anne felt the pre-cum oozing from her the tip of her waiter's dick. She slipped her had to the tip and scooped up on her finger. She brought it to her lips and tasted it. She loved how sweet it was, and the taste merely heightened her desire to make him explode the full load for her. She returned her hand to the tip of his penis, wet it with pre-cum and used that to lube up the rest of his shaft. Now her hand flew over the slippery cock in front of her. She felt him tense and she knew he was close. She aimed his dick towards her plate and stoked faster, her other hand squeezing his scrotum lightly. The White Menu Ch. 03 The two women slouched low in their booths. Each one's breathing still slowing down from the ecstasy that they had just experienced. Anne's fingers traced lightly over her wet pussy, then up over her stomach and back down her legs, the sensations tingling in the afterglow of her recent orgasm. She was still amazed at herself. Had she really just done that? Had she really just fingered herself to orgasm while eating a salad covered with semen? Was she now still pantless in a crowded restaurant? The answer, of course, was yes. Even better than that though, was that now her inhibitions had been broken through. She wanted more: more hot naked waiters, more stroking herself off, and most importantly, more cum. She drew a deep breath as she remembered that while what she had just experienced was great, it was only an appetizer, both literally and figuratively. She still had the main course to go. "I told you, didn't I?" Sasha asked from across the table. "Totally hot. If this doesn't spice up your love life with your husband, nothing will." "Oh, I am so bringing him here the first chance I get. This is going to rock his world." Anne replied, chuckling. "I can't wait!" The curtains that cut their table off from the rest of the restaurant parted once more and their naked waiter stepped through. He could smell the strong scent of pussy in the air, and it made him smile. He knew what the ladies had been up to since the last time he had been to their table. "And how was the salad course?" He asked knowingly. "Everything to your... pleasure?" "Oh, indeed," Sasha laughed back. "We are having a wonderful time." "I'm so glad to hear it. Your entrees will be up in just a moment. Would you ladies like another drink to go with your meals? Perhaps a glass of wine?" "Wine would be lovely, thank you. Nothing in it though for the moment, I think we will save ourselves for the main course." "Certainly. I'll be right back with those." He left, and the girls chatted for a while. Anne enjoyed the feeling of her naked ass on the booth as they simply talked about their jobs, husbands, and lives. She was over her inhibitions and simply loved the idea that she was sitting in a restaurant, naked from the waist down, as if that were the most normal thing in the world. The waiter returned with their wine, then cleared their salad plates and departed once more. Anne enjoyed the view of his naked ass as he slipped between the curtains. As he left, the girls noticed that there was quite a bit of noise coming from the outer restaurant. Curious, Sasha went to the break in the curtains and peeked out. "Oh, my god! You have got to come see this." She exclaimed excitedly. Curious, Anne got up from the booth and made her way to the curtain. Together they peeked out at the commotion going on outside in the main restaurant. The large group of women that she had looked at earlier was causing the noise. When she had snuck a look at them earlier, she had surmised that it was a bachelorette party given that one of the ladies had on a t-shirt and veil, though was naked from the waist down. It was seeing her like that that had helped inspire her to want to remove her own jeans to give her better access to her aching snatch. Now it seemed the party was in full swing. The rest of the girls were standing around the table cheering the bride-to-be on. The bride herself was down on her knees, her head bobbing up and down as she shoved her waiter's dick as far into her mouth as she could. Anne watched in horny fascination as the waiter suddenly pulled his cock from her mouth and shot wad after wad of thick white spunk all over the bride's face. Her bachelorette party screamed and cheered as his cum dripped down her face. One of the other girls brought her a napkin, and the bride was about to stand and wipe her face, when someone else, the maid of honor perhaps, ran up giggling, "No, no, no, no! You have to stay right there. Don't you dare touch that face of yours! You're not done yet!" The other girls whooped and hollered, as the maid of honor signaled one of the other waiters. He had been standing by the kitchen door, subtly stroking his own dick while watching the bride give head to one of his coworkers. He gave a quick knock on the kitchen door then ran quickly up to the bride and began furiously pumping his hand on his cock. The bride seemed a bit surprised at this turn of events, but like a good sport, put her face right below the end of his dick and waited. It didn't take long and soon he too was shooting large globs of white jizz all over her face. The two large loads mingled together and her face was now covered with streaks of hot cum. Some of it had shot as high as her veil, while another heavy pool had run down her left cheek and dropped onto her shoulder. Laughing, she once again sought to get up and wipe her face, and once again the maid of honor kept her from standing. "You're still not done! This is your last chance to be naughty before you get hitched and I am going to make sure it is a night you remember forever!" As if on cue, the doors to the kitchen burst open and a line of men marched in. It seemed as if most of the waiters and the entire kitchen staff were making their way over to the bride. Most of the staff wore some kind of chef coat or apron, but none of them were wearing pants, and all of them were stroking rock hard cocks. It was hard to tell, but there must have been at least twenty men. As soon as the bride-to-be realized what was headed her way, she attempted to get up, but she was foiled by her maid of honor, who pushed her back down on her knees as the throng of men surrounded her. "But I'm getting married, I can't do this!" Anne heard her protest loudly. "Oh, he won't mind, trust me!" Her maid of honor replied back, as all the girls in her group cheered loudly. That seemed to be enough for the bride, as she quickly found a good position on her knees and grabbed hold of two of the penises gathered around her head. She took a third one in her mouth and began sucking on it as her hands worked the other two. It didn't take long for the dick in her mouth to begin spurting, and she pulled back to let him add his load to the mess already on her face. Most of the other men were gathered in loose clumps around her. One would shoot his load on her face, then step back to be replaced by another. A few of the women from her bachelorette party had joined the fun and were on their knees sucking off the kitchen staff and the waiters, getting them ready to add their jizz to their friend's face. Everyone in the restaurant was watching her now. Many of the women and men at the other tables were craning necks and standing up to get a better view of the cum covered bride-to-be. Anne noticed that a couple of women had even begun sucking their partner's dicks. One spectating woman was licking her husband's balls, her hand working his shaft in a blur. She stood up suddenly and slapped her husband on his naked ass in encouragement as he made a beeline for the bride. He shouldered his way through the other men to get to the bride's face and unloaded a gigantic shot all over her. Everyone watching cheered. Anne once again felt a warm wetness between her legs watching all those men standing around jacking off their cocks and waiting to deposit their spunk on the bachelorette's face. While most of the time the group of men obscured the bride from Anne's view, every so often a gap would appear and she got a quick glimpse of the woman at the center. Anne was stunned. The bride's face glistened with white, it pooled in some spots, and in others it ran down her cheeks or chin and dripped to her lower body. There was so much, and there were still at least a quarter of the men left to go. Anne pictured herself there on the floor waiting for those men to jerk off on her face, and while she doubted that she could actually go through with something like that, she found herself again fingering her wet snatch at the fantasy. Now almost all of the restaurant staff had shot their loads on the bride and only a few of the patrons remained to have their turn. By now, all of the women in the restaurant had a good view of the bride, and with each remaining shot, they all cheered. Anne could now get a good look at the bride's face, and what she saw amazed her. A thick layer of white covered her face. Her veil and hair were matted with streaks where the men had overshot, or where the semen had grown so thick on her face that it ran dripping off the side. Her shirt was stained with many drips, and there were puddles of cum on and around her legs where it had run dripping from her cheeks and chin. The bride's friends gasped and talked to each other feverishly at the sight, and more than one had surreptitiously snuck a hand between their legs. Anne thought she looked spectacular. She never imagined being cum on by so many men, each one waiting their turn to worship her by spraying their load all over her face. She admired the bride for her bravery, and was definitely going to add this to her list of fantasies. Finally there was one man left. His wife led him by the penis over to the bride, then knelt down next to the bride and looked up at her husband. She sucked on his dick for a minute then pulled him from her mouth and said at the top of her voice so that everyone could hear, "Go ahead honey, shoot your cum all over her pretty face. I want to see you shoot it, and then I am going to lick it off of her face. Cum on, baby!" That seemed to be enough for him. He stroked harder, and aimed the tip of his penis at her face. He began grunting loudly, then shot spurt after spurt of thick hot sperm onto her already slick face. Both the bride-to-be and the man's wife groaned as he shot. Each one had their fingers furiously working their pussies. As his shots began to wane, he stepped back and his wife turned to look at the bride. Anne held her breath. This last shot pooled quickly with the thick white sheen already there. The white viscosity was too much to hold it in place, and the last shot slid quickly off the side of her cheek and dangled off her jaw. As the thick thread sagged down towards her collarbone, the wife of the man who shot the load reached up with her finger and snagged the dangling drip. Bringing the thread of spunk to her lips, she slid her cum laden finger into her mouth savoring the taste. More of her husband's cum began to drip down off the bachelorette's jaw and the wife leaned over and caught the second drip with her tongue. Without waiting, she brought her tongue to the side of the bachelorette's cheek and licked a large glob of cum off, swallowing it with relish. The crowd cheered as she did so, and encouraged, she returned for another helping, this time licking the bachelorette's temple and forehead. She went back a final time, licking the cum from the bride's chin, then giving the bride a wet, sloppy, spermy kiss. Anne could actually see strands of semen stretch from their lips as this kiss was broken. With some help from her bridesmaids, the bride-to-be stood up to more cheers from the restaurant. She was a sperm covered mess. Her face glowed from thick layer of cum on it. Drips ran down the length of her body. Her hair was matted around her face, and streaks of cum decorated it elsewhere. "That is amazing," Sasha whispered. "I want to try that." "I'm not sure I'd have the courage," Anne laughed. "But I'd love to see you give it a go. Maybe I can be the one who 'cleans' you up afterwards." "That'd be hot for sure. Can you imagine what our husbands would think? You licking the cum of a roomful of strangers from my face?" Sasha joked. Both women were clearly joking, but there was an undercurrent of excitement that ran through the joke, and Anne couldn't help but picture what that would be like. After what she'd just seen and already accomplished this evening, she didn't think the idea was that out of the question. Across the restaurant, things were returning to normal. Most of the staff had disappeared back into the kitchen and the other patrons had returned to their own tables and resumed their dinners. The bride-to-be and her party were back at their table, though Anne noted that the bachelorette made no effort whatsoever to clean up. She was clearly enjoying the feeling of all that cum and intended to stay a mess for as long as she could. Sasha spied their waiter with a large tray exiting the kitchen and suggested to Anne that they return to their seats for their dinner. Anne quickly sat down, her legs trembling with excitement. This was what she had been waiting for. The drinks, the oysters, the appetizers, all had been leading to this. She couldn't wait. The curtains parted and in came their waiter holding their respective dishes. Anne's salmon looked amazing. Lightly seared, and covered with a glaze, she could smell the subtle mix of sperm and honey as she salivated at the thought of biting into it. Sasha's, on the other hand, was in another world. The penne in her dish swam in a "creamy" sea of spunk. The heady aroma of sperm filled the booth, along with the tang of the rosemary mixed in with it. Anne knew she was going to have to try some, it looked simply too spectacular and kinky to pass up. Their waiter interrupted the quiet trance that both women had fallen into at the sight of their meals, and indicating Anne, said, "Since this seems to be your first time at our establishment, the chef wanted to give you a special treat." With that he stepped aside, and in walked a man in a chef's coat and nothing else. He was a magnificent specimen. Tall, with dark eyes and a flashing smile. His rock hard body was only partially hidden beneath his coat, and his muscled legs rippled as he stepped through the curtain. But none of that mattered to Anne as she saw the giant penis that shot straight out from between his legs. It was easily ten inches of beautiful flesh. His large testicles seemed to match the stature of his shaft, and as they lay suspended hanging beneath, they swayed slightly, giving the impression of the torrent that lay inside. "Oh," was all she replied in a small voice as he walked straight to their table, his cock pointing right at her delicate face. "Welcome to our restaurant ladies, we are so glad to have you here tonight. I hope you have been enjoying your evening so far?" His voice was deep and sexy with a slight accent she couldn't quite place. Anne had to resist the temptation to stick her hands between her legs, or to grab his dick and stuff it into her mouth. "We have!" replied Sasha enthusiastically. "This is Anne's first time here and I think I can safely say that you have a new regular customer on your hands." Anne blushed at that, clearly embarrassed by the situation. "I am so very glad to hear that," the chef smiled sexily. "As you can see, taking care of our customers is a high priority here at our restaurant. As the head chef, I like to welcome some of our new customers with the 'Chef's Special.' It is the most exclusive item we have on our menu. Would you be interested?" Anne wasn't sure what to say. She was wracking her brain trying to think of what the special might be. Given the events of the evening, she had a pretty good idea, and by now her kinkiness was definitely pushing aside her better judgment. Still... "Of course she'll have it!" Sasha piped in without waiting for Anne to respond. "She'd love too." "Excellent!" Taking his giant penis in his hands he gave it a few slow strokes and presented it right up to Anne's face. "I eat a strict diet of fruits and other foods designed to enhance the flavor of my semen. I also produce a prodigious amount in each ejaculation, so the when the 'Chef's Special' is added to your meal, it turns an exciting experience into a delicacy. Many women also enjoy the fact that there are only two methods of stimulation that will produce the 'Special': a woman's mouth, or her vagina. Most women prefer to use their mouths, but occasionally some would rather feel this inside of them in a more exciting way." Anne blushed even deeper as she stammered, "I... I couldn't... I'm married. I could never do anything like that." "Oh come on, Anne, I saw the way you looked at that cock when it came through the curtain. Are you really telling me you don't want that stuffed inside of you?" Sasha asked incredulously. "You've had your fingers inside of you all evening. Wouldn't that giant cock fill that hole much better?" "No! I couldn't. I love Chris, I could never betray his trust like that." "Pardon me, but perhaps I have an adequate solution," interrupted the chef. "A mouth serves just as well as a pussy, why not suck it out?" "No, I don't think so. It would be wrong." "How about this? You saw that wonderfully gorgeous woman who seated you?" The Chef asked. "You get yourself some of the 'Chef's Special' and I'll give you a voucher for your husband to receive the exact same treatment from her. Don't you think your husband might forgive a little naughtiness on your part if he gets to do the same to a spectacular specimen like her?" The entire time he was talking to her, the chef was slowly waving his giant cock right in front of her face. Its bulbous head was inches from her lips, she could see the pre-cum oozing slowly from the tip. The smell and the sight of it were making it difficult for her to think rationally. All she really wanted to do was take it deep into her mouth and suck it until it shot its essence all over her meal. Her pussy ached to be filled with this giant piece of meat. She wanted to be stuffed, pounded, and fucked until she screamed. But could she really betray her husband like that? Could she cheat on him just because she wanted this dick so badly? Sasha could once again see the indecision wavering on her friend's face. She knew Anne was actually contemplating it. She whispered softly and seductively, "Just think of that dick inside of you. Think of it filling your mouth. Think of licking those balls. Think of it filling your pussy to the brim, fucking you hard, your soft wet walls clinging to it." "No, I couldn't... Chris..." Anne protested feebly, never removing her eyes from the organ now just an inch from her lips. Sasha continued to whisper seductively to Anne, "Oh, he might be mad at first, but then you show him a picture of that sexy hostess. Remember her?" Anne nodded. "Think of those sexy legs, those pouty lips, that beautiful pussy. You show him a picture of her with her legs spread wide, tell him that he can have that, and you think he would still be mad? Think how happy he would be to shove his cock between her lips. I bet she gives great head. She would suck the cum out of him in no time. Imagine him shoving his cock into her all the way. Imagine how wet and soft that hole is. All the while you are there, caressing him, cheering him on. You know he would take that offer in a second." "No," Anne feebly replied, almost pleading. Now the chef's cock actually pressed itself against her lips. It rubbed gently across them, coating them with his glistening precum, making them glossy. As if they had a will of their own, her lips parted and the tip of his dick slowly passed into her mouth. It held there for a few moments as Anne savored the feeling of it, still unsure that she could take things this far. The tip of his penis oozed precum into her salivating mouth. Without being able to stop it, her tongue darted forward and licked the tip of his dick. Then her jaw opened slowly wider, and he pushed more of his meat further into her mouth. Wider and wider, deeper and deeper, her eyes closed, she took his dick into her mouth until he touched the back of her mouth and the entrance to her throat. Again, without being able to stop herself, she found her head moving back and forth as she began to suck his dick in earnest. The White Menu Ch. 03 Anne pulled his cock from her mouth and ran her tongue up and down his shaft before inserting it into her mouth again. She loved the taste of his dick, the feel of it filling up her mouth, the anticipation of him cumming and adding his seed to her meal. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep inside of her, and that only served to make her work his dick even harder with her mouth. She felt Sasha suddenly next to her, and realized that her friend was helping by licking the chef's balls. He grunted in appreciation and his cock twitched in her mouth as Sasha ran her tongue around his sack, then over the base of his shaft. Their faces were close, and Sasha caught Anne's eye and winked at her. The two women set to work earnestly on the chef's dick. Anne continued to shove as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could fit, while Sasha worked his testicles and rubbed his ass with her hands. The spectacle and sensations of these two beautiful women as they used their mouths to make him cum made short work of him. Soon he began grunting harder and the women knew he was close. Anne switched to using her hand and aimed the tip of his penis at her meal. Sasha knew that stimulating his balls would help add to his output, and kept her mouth and tongue right where it was. Besides, she wanted to feel his balls twitch when he came. Anne continued to stroke his shaft with her hand, until he gave a great groan, then began grunting as his cock began to spew white sauce all over her salmon. Jet after jet of hot semen shot out, and Sasha could feel his balls contracting with each shot. Finally his ejaculation subsided. Anne squeezed his shaft one or two more times to make sure that she had everything he had to give. Sasha stood up from underneath his legs and the women looked at what their efforts had rewarded them with. He had obviously been saving himself for this, as there was an immense amount of semen now on her meal. The salmon was drenched in streaks and pools of white goo. It covered most of the top, and was slowly dripping down the sides. There were also splashes of cum on the side of grilled carrots and green beans that lay next to the fish. What had previously been only a two was now definitely a three, if not more. It looked amazing. "Thank you ladies, that was wonderful," the chef commented as he slipped out of the curtain. "I hope you enjoy your meal." Transfixed, the women slid back into their places staring at their food. Anne's mouth watered as she stared at the plate in front of her. Sheepishly she looked up at her friend across the table. Sasha also looked up and the two women stared at each other for a moment before breaking into laughter at the intensity of the situation. Without saying anything, Anne picked up her fork and heard Sasha do the same. "Here goes," Anne whispered breathlessly, and cut into the fish in front of her. As she lifted the bite, strings of the chef's pearly white essence stretched and broke away. She inhaled deeply, smelling the fish, the slight honey flavor of the glaze, and now the much stronger scent of sperm. She brought the fork close to her mouth, reaching her tongue out and catching one of the drips of semen as it slipped off the top of the fish. She held the gob of cum there for a minute, tasting its salty essence, and then savoring the moment, she slipped the bite of fish into her mouth. Again she held the bite in her mouth and relished the flavors of the fish, the honey, and the semen. She slowly swallowed and sighed in ecstasy as a small orgasm coursed through her body. Across the table, Sasha also sighed in joy as her first bite crossed over her tongue and was savored in her mouth. There was nothing in her's save pasta, garlic, rosemary, and sperm. The pungent white liquid completely dominated the other flavors, but the tangy rosemary and the garlic poked through just enough to give it an amazing taste. Sasha orgasmed quickly as she swallowed her first bite down and then reached for another. Her mind raced with the kinky thought that she was right now eating the deposits of probably 20-30 different men. All those men jerking off into cups, bowls, whatever container they had. Maybe their wives or girlfriends helped them, stroked them, sucked them, fucked them. Then when they had collected load after load of semen, they froze it, brought it here where it was poured over her meal and was now making its way into her mouth, down her throat, and into her stomach. It was too much. She came again, writhing in ecstasy as she held another bite of her semen laden meal in her mouth. The two women continued to savor their meal, continued to shove fingers inside of their pussies, and continued to orgasm. Anne tried some of Sasha's meal and was overwhelmed by the kinky flavor and the taste of the sex. She knew she would never again order anything under a four at this particular restaurant. Poor Chris was going to have a tough time supplying her with enough cum to keep her satisfied between visits as well. Eventually, they were finished. The last remnants had been scooped up, the last forks had been licked clean, and their waiter returned to clean the plates. "Would you two ladies care for dessert?" He asked with a slight smile on his lips. Anne had eaten so much sperm by this point, and had had multiple orgasms, but still remained keyed up and horny. In spite of all she had been through, she still wasn't satiated. Boldly she replied, "Of course! What is your specialty here?" Sasha was taken a bit by surprise by this remark and gave her friend a quizzical look. This was a far cry from the reluctant woman who she had started the evening with. Sasha was glad to see that Anne had finally lost the last of her inhibitions. "We have a lovely molten lava cake. I think you can imagine what we use for the 'hot lava,'" the waiter said with a smile. "You ladies have been such good customers; I think we can also arrange for an extra special treat on the house." Anne gave her friend a puzzled look, but Sasha shrugged back, equally mystified. This was a new one to her as well. The girls waited for their dessert in relative silence, each one still enjoying the afterglow of their meals and orgasms. After a short time, the waiter returned with their dessert and two forks. He placed the plate in front of the ladies and they admired the soft mound of dark chocolate. It lay on the plate decorated with a drizzle of hot fudge and curls of chocolate shavings across the top and around the sides. Both women reached for their forks and were about to cut into the desert when their waiter stopped them. "Hold on for just a moment ladies, I have a special treat for you." With that he stuck his hand out of the curtain surrounding their table and beckoned. A moment later the other waiter who had supplied them with extra salad dressing earlier in the evening appeared through the curtain. "You ladies have been enjoying yourselves so much this evening, yet I get the sense that perhaps you are still not completely satisfied. I think between the chocolate and our help we can make that better." Before the ladies could respond, he and the other waiter ducked down and disappeared under the table. Anne gasped aloud as she felt hands on her knees. She heard Sasha make a similar noise and saw her eyes open wide and Anne knew that her friend was having a similar experience. At first Anne's natural hesitancy drew her legs together. Quickly, however, her mind raced through the situation and she realized that with all that she had seen and done this evening, this was nothing. She deserved this. Her decision made, she allowed the hands to caress her legs, and slowly open them wide. As she picked up her fork, she felt those same hands work inside to fondle the insides of her legs. She let a little moan escape her lips as fingers touched where her leg joined her torso. That had always been a good spot for her. Her fork cut into the chocolate cake sitting in the middle of the table. As she did so, she felt a tongue work its way up the inside of her thigh. Suddenly, a warm gush of white burst forth from the center of the cake, spewing its hot white lava in a flood across the plate. She took a piece of the cake on her fork and ran it around the plate, soaking up the warm semen that now pooled around it. She lifted it to her lips, and as she did, the mouth between her legs clamped down hard on her clit. She gasped hard, then slid her laden fork onto her tongue. The sweetness of the chocolate and the savory taste of the cum mingled in her mouth, the tongue on her clit flicked, and she came hard. Her legs clamped down on the head between them as the intense waves of orgasm crashed over her. Her entire body convulsed and twitched as pleasure ran rampant through her body. Chocolate, cum, and the stimulation between her legs all conspired against her. Her brain felt as if it had exploded, her body was no longer hers to control. She couldn't breathe as she writhed and twitched in her seat and her head sank onto the table. Over and over, her orgasm pulsed through her body, owning her. She began to hear a wailing sound, and it took her a moment to realize that the sound was coming from her lips. She was yelling, wailing, screaming in ecstasy without control or even knowledge of it. Still her body ached and pulsed. There seemed no escape from the relentlessness of the pleasure. The mouth on her vagina had been joined by a finger insider of her. A finger that was now caressing her g-spot, driving her orgasm further on, further up, more and more in control of her. Her screaming abated, and she found that once again she couldn't breathe as the intensity flowed through her. Her fist pounded on the table, her head still resting on her other arm, as her body continued to convulse. Finally her breath once more erupted from her in a primal scream and she slipped into darkness. She awoke a few moments later to find Sasha stroking her hair as the waiters filled a glass of water for her. She smiled feebly at her friend and lifted her head from the table. "Oh, my god!" whispered Sasha. "That was the most intense thing I've ever seen!" Once again, Anne smiled and then blew out her breath in an exhausted whoosh. "I didn't think something like that could happen. I've never had an orgasm like that before." "Neither have I," her friend replied. "But boy, do I want one now!" "Well..." said Anne. "When are you free again? Although next time, I'm bringing Chris!"