As I enter, the first thing to strike me is the army of burning candles flickering and filling the space with softly lit light. My ears tweak as I notice the soft classical music being played in the background. In the middle of the room a long dining table stands, and in the middle of the table I can see the outline of your taut, naked body, covered only by soft, delicate, black satin sashes. Each of the sashes gives away just a hint of what lays beneath. There are four sashes, each covering a separate part of your luscious body. On the sash covering your delicate feet the words ‘course 1’ are sprawled, on your stomach ‘course 2’ and on your ample breasts ‘course 3’. Draped over your pubic mound was written the word ‘main’.

My mind races as I look down upon the outline of your body and my cock stirs with the possibilities of what lay ahead. From underneath the sash covering your head and breasts I hear you softly ask me to take my seat for course one. I sit down beside your legs where there is a white envelope in front of me and you suggest that I open it.

It reads, “Course 1 - Ancient Chinese inspired dish of Feet with Champagne Dipping Sauce.”

I pull the sash slowly from its resting place, revealing your slender legs. Your knees lead down your silky shins and calves, down to your ankles, feet and toes. On your feet you are wearing a pair of black high heels. They have a pointy heel and a strap around the ankle.

“Take my left heel off,” your husky voice instructs me.

I run my finger from your knee, tenderly brushing against the inside of your calf all the way to the base of your slight foot. Slowly I slide my hand back to the buckle of your heel. I unbuckle the strap and slide the heel off, kissing the back of your foot, once behind the toes, twice on the arch of your foot, and then lastly on the heel.

Next I take the bottle of champagne and pop the cork in one swift motion. Champagne overflows and spills onto your foot with the heel still on. I bend down and lick up the spilled champagne from the top of your sparkling heel, making sure to slide my tongue over the cold and silver buckle.

I pick the empty heel up and fill it with champagne, taking a long sip for myself. Generously I pour the rest down your toes onto your foot, then up the leg all the way to your knee. As I do it I make sure to do it slowly so that every bubble pops against your skin, tickling your sensitive body. I see your skin change to a pink colour as it reacts to the champagne and I massage your legs slowly, working my hands all over your skin while at the same time sucking on your toes, taking each toe into my mouth, one by one. As I suck away on your toes, you click twice on the table with your other heel.

“Don't forget this one; I don't want you to get down to the bone. Well, not yet, anyway.”

I take the other heel off slowly and poor the champagne over your newly exposed foot, making sure I lick your foot as I pour. I soak your leg all the way to the knee, massaging your legs as I go. I am taking to your legs with a hunger that cannot be beaten, when you interrupt my sensuous gastronomy with a reminder.

“I think it's time to start on the second course.”

I drag myself away from your legs and sit down next to your stomach, which has the second course sash draped over it. I stare at the little bumps underneath the sash and wonder what delights await my growing hunger. I open the 2nd course envelope and it reads.

“I know how a man loves his meat, so with this in mind I have prepared Ribs a la Chocolate. A strange combination, I know.”

I pull off the sash for course two, revealing the flesh from just below your breast all the way down to your belly button. On your stomach you have placed little chocolate pieces that have started to melt and drip chocolate down your sides and the middle of your tummy. Normally chocolate isn’t my thing, but tonight the sight of my chocolate covered baby is making my own choc top harden.

I bend over and open my mouth to let my lower lip sweep up the chocolate that is dripping down the left hand side of your body. I pick up another piece to rub into your skin, then bend down with my tongue to take it all into my mouth. In the middle of your stomach there are two pieces of the dark, soft sweet desert melting and trickling down the centre of your stomach, forming a milky and sticky pool in your belly button. I take it in for a moment, deciding which way I will approach it, then lean down at the top and swallow the two pieces whole while licking down to the rippling puddle of chocolate. I am tonguing your belly button, making sure to get every drop of brown gold. I lick at your belly button like it were your pussy, licking clockwise then anticlockwise. I start to get carried away and run my tongue down toward your pubis; you sense me wanting to go there. “You will get to my pussy soon enough,” you say as if reading my mind.

I take that as my cue and I lean over and lick the dripping chocolate from the other side of your body, taking the first piece in my mouth, then finally the last piece of chocolate, making sure I kiss the side of your body; your skin changes colour ever so slightly as I do.

In a slow voice you tell me to sit down for the third course, and once again I open the envelope.

“Your third course is going to be based on a French dish: Breast with Cream and Fruit.”

I pull off the third sash which is covering your heaving breasts. This time your tits have nothing on them. I am confused until I see the can of fresh cream and bowl of mixed berries laying on the other side of you.

“Do I need to explain what you do with your ingredients?” You queston.
“No I think I can do this” I reply.

I shake the can of whipped cream and start to spray onto your left breast. the cream is cold, and your nipple hardens immediately. As I brush your nipple with my other hand your body slightly twitches. Next, I cover your breast completely with cream, placing a small handful of berries on your white and creamy hard nipple. I start on the second breast; this nipple is already hard so I am sure to start the creaming process right on top of that hard, pink, fleshy peak. I look down on your rising chest and am face to face with two beautiful creamy mounds. Bending over, I start licking and flicking the cream of the left breast. I lick in a circular motion, starting from the bottom to the top, lick, slowly licking until I take in a mouthful of cream. Lick, lick, licking around your gorgeous mountains. I almost get through all the cream around your breast when I begin to take little bites into the cherries I have placed on your nipples. Each time I bite a cherry I let out a little sigh of satisfaction. With my tongue I push the last berry to above your nipple and finally take the cherry in my mouth, making sure I get your nipple in between my lips. I roll the cherry in my mouth while moving my lips back and forth as I nibble on the end of your own pink cherry, pulling it towards me as I do. I look down at your body with my head firmly entrenched in between your mounds, I see your cream covered breasts, your chocolate smooth stomach and I feel my pulse rise again as I take in this magnificent sight. I lean over the other breast and start licking the cream from it. With every lick and nibble I make sure I play with your other breast, ensuring I tweak your nipple as I do. Again I have gorged myself on your breast, leaving only your nipple covered with cream. I take the final cherry and nipple again in one mouthful this time, making sure I have the other nipple in between my fingers. I flick and nibble the nipple in my mouth until you let out a little shriek.

“Mmm, your nipples are so hard, and your breasts feel so full and juicy,” I exhale out.
“I think you need to get to your main, you don’t want it to go off. It needs to be eaten now,” you enthuse.

I sit down but before I have time to open the envelope you pull off the fourth sash, exposing your gorgeous, freshly shaven pussy. You are completely exposed now as I look you up and down. You slide your body down the table so your juicy cunt is close to the edge of the table.

“The last dish I have called the Honey Pot.”

You hand me the jar of honey that is sitting next to your hip. “Pour it over my pussy,” you demand.

I pick up the ladel of thick honey and push your legs apart to expose that glistening pot of pink flesh. I start by letting the honey drip on top of your pubic bone, then I let it run a little down the left leg, back over your clit to the other leg, then come back and let the rest flow down over your clit and into your pleasure palace.

“Would this be a bad time to say, 2,4, 6, 8; dig in, don’t wait?” you ask. I place the honey jar down and start licking your legs, starting with the left, then brush my tongue over your clit all the way to your right leg. I lick all the honey off your inner thigh, working my way closer to your glistening moist hole. I start by working around the pussy getting close but not close enough, absolutely teasing you with how close I am getting to that velvety pussy. If your cunt could talk it would be yelling at me, it would be screaming “EAT ME!”

I move back to the top of your pussy licking all the honey from around your clit, making sure not to touch it, not yet anyway. I lick clean the rest of your outer labia, around your firm legs, around your inviting pubic bone, until finally I gently push your legs a little wider so I may see your lips individually parting and glistening with honey. I start at the bottom of your silk purse, licking every morsel of liquid sugar from your beautiful love hole, getting my tongue deep inside of you and making sure I lick every drip and drop. I slide my tongue up to your left lip and suck on the flesh, exploring every crevice; licking and sucking at those juicy folds I take your right lip into my mouth and repeat the process to make perfectly sure both lips have been sucked dry of the honey. I sweep my tongue up to just below your clit, taking my time, making sure all the honey is gone. You are wriggling and squirming like a caged animal, so I lean into your clit and slightly blow on it, making your whole body tingle with my mouth. I start flicking your clit with my tongue, back and forth, taking it in and out of my mouth. You yell “Don’t stop, keep doing that!” So I keep licking and tonguing your clit, you keep writhing until your knees clamp around my neck. You cum, letting out an almighty scream while still holding my head firmly into your pussy.

Relaxing and falling down from your climax you eventually let me go. I fall back onto the chair as I pull my straining cock out of my pants.

“After all that I am still a little hungry,” you say.

You spin around onto your stomach, still on the table, sliding your head towards mine.

“Stand up,” you say. You pull my cock towards your mouth. “A nice hard cock, is exactly what I am looking for.” You pull my cock into your mouth, sucking every inch of it down. Sliding your tongue up and down the shaft, I am so pent up from our food session it doesn’t take me long to fill your mouth with my seed. I squirt, filling your mouth. You swallow your end of the meal and we both fall back, feeling very full and very satisfied.