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Dream Slave Galleria – Chapter 13
R.Platz 2008
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Chapter 13. Dinner Prep
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Bill didn’t waste any time checking out Rachael’s reputation. Everyone agreed, no one ever regretted working with Rachael. Just the answer he was hoping for. Over the next few days he identified any exceptional girlmeat that passed through his inspection station. He was extremely selective, deciding it better to err on the side of quality. He could always lower his standards later if the quantity wasn’t sufficient.
The next Friday Rachael gave Bill a call to let him know she had his first payment ready. Bill stopped by her office during his afternoon break. The door was open and it was an interesting view to say the least. Rachael was at her desk calmly flipping through the pages of a large cookbook. Standing in front of the desk was an attractive nude woman of about thirty-five. Her hands were secured above her head to a single rope hanging from one of the numerous eyebolts in the ceiling. Her legs were spread about shoulder width and an equally naked Vicky was between them diligently working her mouth on the woman’s wet pussy.
Bill grinned, “What’s this Rachael, tongue exercises for your PA?”
Rachael had already put Vicky through many hours of vigorous “tongue exercises”. It was Vicky’s cock servicing talent learned from her mother that had been the basis for her promotion. On acquiring her new slave Rachael had “encouraged” Vicky to quickly bring her pussy sucking skills up to the same level. But this work was something altogether different.
Rachael closed the menu and looked over at her cute PA. “Tongue exercises?” She smiled. “Well, maybe…” She got up and joined the two naked women. Rachael gently caressed the woman’s heavy breasts as Vicky continued to lick and suck. The tied woman started moaning, squirming… it was obvious she was getting close. Rachael continued with a slow lingering kiss and enjoyed the sigh that crossed the woman’s lips as she came. “Actually, Vicky’s getting this cuntsteak ready for my dinner.”
Bill was a little surprised due to the woman’s age. “I’d have thought you would only be cooking with Prime.”
Rachael laughed. She lightly jiggled one of the ample tits and ran her hand down between the meatgirl’s legs. “Shows what you know about pussy.” She inserted a finger into the wet cuntsteak, took it out and tasted the juice. “This older meat can have a wonderful flavor, especially when properly prepared.” It also didn’t hurt the poor woman hadn’t cost Rachael a dime. She’d been the “starter wife” of her best client and he’d thrown her in as a little bonus on his last payment.
Rachael reached back to her desk for Bill’s check while Vicky continued with the “preparation”. She gently wiped down the docile woman with a lemon scented towel. She loved this part of her job. It was one of Rachael’s weekly rituals. She’d have her PA spend the entire day pleasuring a meatgirl then prepare it for a late night supper. Vicky would sit on the floor by her side and receive the odd treat of ass, cuntsteak or tit.
Rachael handed Bill his payment for locating the high quality girlmeat. He casually stuffed it into his pocket without looking at the amount. He was watching Vicky towel off the woman and seemed a bit skeptical. “I find it hard to believe this could make a difference in the favor.”
Rachael was intrigued by Bill’s interest and the nonchalant way he handled the check. “I’ll tell you what, join me for dinner tonight and you can decide for yourself.” Over the years Rachael had conducted numerous cooking experiments. She’d concluded pleasuring girlmeat before butchering really made no discernable difference. However, she found it an absolute delight to cook with a cuntsteak she’d watched wiggle in a girl’s mouth most of the day.
Bill readily accepted Rachael’s kind invitation. As he left Rachael told him she’d give him a call when it was suppertime. “It will have to be little late, after the main dinner crowd has been served. And if you would, bring Julia along. She’ll know how she should dress.”
With Bill gone Rachael’s attention turned back to her dinner. “Ahhh, just us girls again. Tell me Vicky, what do you think of this cuntsteak?”
“Delicious Mistress. Should I start again?”
Rachael glared down at her PA. Vicky immediately realized the mistake. She’d been given her instructions earlier; she shouldn’t be asking the question. Vicky held her breath waiting for the command to present her bottom. But Rachael was more interested in the “lucky” girlmeat. “What do you think Mrs. Neely, ready for another round of Vicky’s tongue?”
The tired woman hesitated. It was just two weeks ago she’d been sitting in her living room planning a fabulous dinner party with Chef Rachael. At the time she wouldn’t have believed her ass was about to be on a serving platter. It was that damn prenup that was the downfall of so many gold-diggers. She’d seen the large sum of money she’d get when divorced but hadn’t understood the confusing legalese that made her the property of her husband.
Instead of prodding the woman further Rachael knelt down and filled her mouth with the cuntsteak. She moved her jaw back and forth, chewing on the shaved pussy with almost enough force to draw blood. The girlmeat started to panic; convinced Rachael was going to take a bite then and there. She instinctively tried to twist away but Rachael wasn’t done. She grabbed the ass, held tight, and chewed harder until the excited girlmeat started to squeal. Finally Rachael pulled back stretching the lips, then allowed them to slowly slip through her teeth.
“Mmmm… Vicky’s right, that’s delicious.” Rachael let go of the woman and stood. Vicky waited patiently on her knees. When her mistress exposed her pussy Vicky immediately went to work with her tongue. But she was worried about her earlier mistake and started at an unusually fast pace. Rachael was amused. “That’s it my eager little cuntlicker. You think I should save your pretty ass for later?” The sight of her slave’s gorgeous ass twitching under the stroke of a whip was something anyone could appreciate. Rachael wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to have Vicky present her cute firm bottom.
“Uhhhh, that’s nice…” Rachael liked what Vicky was doing. She casually ran her hands over her client’s ex-wife. “Mrs. Neely, how many dinners have I cooked for you and your husband?”
The nervous woman had calmed down now that her cunt was out from between Rachael’s teeth. “I’m not sure Mistress… eight… nine?”
“Oh, you don’t need to call me Mistress, that’s for slaves. And you’re not my slave… you’re my dinner…” Rachael’s halted speech suggested Vicky’s enthusiastic effort was having the desired result. “Call me… Chef.”
“Yes Chef.”
Rachael grasped one the tits and squeezed the soft flesh in her hand. “Uhhh… lovely nipples… nipple martinis, that’ll be a nice start to our dinner. Ohhhh…” Rachael closed her eyes for several minutes, succumbing to Vicky’s talented mouth. She kept a hand on the meatgirl’s tit and placed the other on her PA’s head. “That’s it…” Vicky had learned how to please her mistress, how she liked to be sucked, the tongue moving on her clit, the kind of rhythm Rachael liked to get her off. As Rachael’s orgasm approached her grip on the meatgirl’s breast tightened. The squnched up expression on the woman’s face indicated just how hard Rachael was squeezing. “Ahhhh…………… yea…”
The satisfied chef took a deep breath and relaxed. Then she surprised Vicky with something she’d never done. She knelt down and planted a long kiss on Vicky’s wet mouth. Now Rachael had kissed her nipples, her ass, even given her pussy a playful little suck, but she’d never kissed her full on the lips. It certainly wasn’t because Rachael didn’t like kissing women. She often enjoyed passionate embraces with the meatgirls. But those kisses typically ended with a discomforting remark of how tasty Rachael thought they were going to be.
“You are sooo adorable…” Rachael stroked Vicky’s face. “You owe me some time with your ass don’t you?”
The kiss followed by a gentle reminder of punishment really confused the young PA. “Yes mistress?”
“I’m going to leave it to you to think up something fun. Give it some thought, but let’s not leave it past tomorrow.” The bewildered look on Vicky’s face said it all.
Rachael stood back up and traced her fingers around the meatgirl’s nipples. “You’ve got time for one last orgasm before Vicky takes you down to the butcher. I need these back for at least a two hour marinade.” Rachael tweaked the nipples she planned to use in her special nipple martinis. “So what’s it to be, vibrator, dildo, or another round of our little Vicky’s tongue?”
The mention of the butcher had noticeably distressed the meatgirl. Rachael feigned sympathy and offered a few words of encouragement. “Awww, now don’t you worry about the butcher. He’s got a chopper that removes heads in an instant.” Those particular words didn’t seem to do much to ease the tension. “Ya’know you’re really quite lucky. I’ve worked several parties for husbands whose ex-wives were the featured entertainment; just the opposite of what you’ve enjoyed here today. Vicky, get a nice big dildo and do your best to cheer up my dinner. I think there’s enough time to start from the top.”
Rachael sat behind her desk and went back to perusing her cookbook. She had to finalize her menu to provide proper instructions for the butcher. Vicky quickly located her favorite dildo. She stood lightly rubbing her naked body against the distracted meatgirl and proceeded with gentle kisses on her mouth. As Vicky began she thought about the earlier unexpected kiss from her mistress. And what more than the usual whipping did Rachael want with her ass? One thing she did know. She better give this piece of meat another good orgasm. Vicky whispered in her ear. “Don’t worry. I’ve seen the chopper work. It’s so fast it has to be painless.”
It took much longer this time but Vicky gradually brought the meatgirl around. By the time Rachael was done writing the butcher’s instructions Vicky had the woman on the edge of a climax. Her boss watched as Vicky rapidly shoved the dildo in and out of the cuntsteak and flicked her tongue on the clit. As soon as her dinner came Rachael made a short phone call. “Jason, Vicky’ll be down with the meat shortly.”
Rachael’s attitude shifted to a much more impatient mode. “Let’s go, let’s go, that took longer than I was expecting.” She untied the woman while Vicky threw on a silk white blouse and black skirt. The meatgirl’s hands were positioned behind her back and a plastic tie zipped around the wrists. Rachael took a moment to study Vicky’s appearance. “The black fishnets and heels.” Another minute and Vicky was ready to go. “That’s the look. Now hurry, the butcher’s waiting. You know how to pay him off.”
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Dream Slave Galleria
R.Platz 2008
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