Les Eclabousser de la Sperme
#1 of Liv's Life of Lust
A day in the life of a chef at the sexiest high class restaurant around, Les Eclabousser de la SpermeThe restaurant's chef-patron would tell you, correctly, that the French name sounds much more refined than 'The Cum-Splatter'. :D
This story was written for Ferretfyre as part of my Patreon request days for the month of December 2018. It contains sexual acts between consenting adults, and food-play related lewdness in abundance. :3
Les Eclabousser de le Sperme
"Whoever cooked this soup, get over here now!"
Olivia growled as she unzipped her dress at the back and began to scramble out of it in the midst of the restaurant's kitchen. By the time she was naked, her heavy breasts bare and her fat cock already rising towards erection above her ample balls, a bashful looking fox whom the snow leopard did not recognise was standing nervously beside the gently simmering pot of soup. She handed him the spoon from which she had just procured a taster of the soup, and gestured for him to try it himself. His eyes widened, but he did so without question, seeing the various other chefs at their stations glaring at him with a look that told him to just shut up and do as he was told if he wanted to remain employed. He dipped his spoon into the rich creamy orange soup, a delicious lobster bisque that he had been working on for the best part of the day. He withdrew it, took a sip, and trembled in immediate and overwhelming arousal. The already straining and pre-cum stained front of his uniform trousers beneath his apron throbbed and quivered violently, and it took all his willpower to keep from lunging forward and wrapping his lips around the thick erection of his boss as it twitched and dribbled down onto the kitchen floor before him.
"Well?"
The snow leopard tapped one foot impatiently, clearly suggesting that something was wrong. Fighting with all his strength to hang onto his sanity, the fox tried to think of anything he could add to the soup to make it better. Anything it was missing that someone with as sophisticated and renowned a palette as Olivia herself might notice, even if his skills weren't yet able to.
"I... u-uh... m-maybe it needs a... a touch of white wine?"
Olivia laughed. She threw back her head and laughed outright in the chef's face, before abruptly ceasing her mirth and gesturing wildly without a word for the kitchen's head chef to approach. She did so, the curvaceous lynx whose smart white chef's jacket and apron went down to her waist before stopping and revealing only bare fur pulling a spoon from her jacket pocket and tasting the soup herself. She sipped at it, squeezed her thighs together with a lustful moan, and then... then she blinked, and her scowl outmatched the snow leopard's own frustration by a considerable margin.
"Essence."
She stared right into the fox's eyes as she spoke that single word, like a university lecturer trying to explain basic addition to someone who was supposed to be a PhD candidate.
"It needs more Essence. How are we meant to expect the diners to climax from each and every sip of their bowlful, if we don't make it strong enough to send us over the edge when we taste it?"
The fox trembled and bowed his head, only to glance upward and feel his cheeks flushing when somewhere across the kitchen another member of staff sampled the carrot puree for their own dish, and immediately collapsed to his knees with a howl of pleasure as he began to cum through his uniform. Olivia saw him looking, and a moment later his face was grasped by one of her hands, forcibly turning him towards her and bringing his eyes helplessly into contact with hers.
"Do you want to continue working for me?"
Squirming, trembling in awe and nervousness and embarrassment all rolled into one, the fox nodded.
"Then fix this soup. Right here, right now. No going to the fridges for more Essence. You fix it right now, or you get the hell out of this kitchen and let someone who knows what they have to do, do it for you."
She let go of his face, only to turn and plant her hands face down on the worktop beside the stove where the soup was bubbling gently away. She spread her legs wide apart, and peered back over her shoulder with an expectant look at the fox as he stared in wonder at her beautiful ass, and tucked away behind her balls and between her soaking wet thighs, her legendary pussy.
Before he really understood what was happening, the fox found himself pulling down his own trousers and casting his apron aside. He was already so horny from tasting that soup laced with what was apparently not even remotely close to enough of the special Essence for which this restaurant was known the world over. So horny that there was no way he could resist the obvious offer of sex with which the restaurant owner was presenting him. But still, there was more to it than that. More to what was happening than just sex, even if right now that was the only level upon which he could think about it.
With a yelp of pleasure, the fox pressed his cock hurriedly into Olivia's waiting pussy, and shamelessly began to rut her right there amidst the rest of the kitchen staff as they continued to go about their business like nothing was amiss. Some people might have been shocked to see a lean, rather short fox like himself whip out an almost foot long cock and plunge it into someone else in the midst of a restaurant's kitchen, but no such people were present now.
"Aaahfuck, that's it. Right fucking there..."
Olivia snarled shamelessly as she let herself be fucked, reaching up to squeeze at one of her ample breasts and trembling in ecstasy as a trickle of milk oozed from one swollen nipple at the very first caress of her fingers. It was only when she felt one of the fox's hand encircle her body and wrap itself around the base of her own erection as he continued to pound hard and fast into her with his cock however that the snow leopard truly began to let loose echoing cries of true bliss. She bucked her hips back against his each and every thrust, only to pump them forward again as he squeezed her cock repeatedly in time with the strikes of his own shaft at her very core. She roared in pleasure, and grinned as despite his obvious nerves the fox was compelled to join her with a yelping cry of his very own delight.
"Cum in me! Ahh... aahhhhgod, fuck yes. Cum. Cum with... with me. Ahhhgod, chef, get a bowl or something. Your sous chef here has... aahhhyesss, has found his secret ingredient. Fresh essence, straight from... ah! Ahh! From the source. Yes. _Yes! Cumming! _"
The fox watched in confusion as the kitchen's head chef grabbed a metal bowl off the worktop and seemed to place it between Olivia's legs, directly ahead of where his hand was working the herm snow leopard's glorious cock. He couldn't remain confused for too long though, in fact he couldn't maintain any state of mind other than pure pleasure for more than a few seconds longer, because soon he was too busy howling at the top of his lungs as he poured ribbon after ribbon of hot cum into his boss's pussy, and felt her squeezing, clutching, soaking his cock with floods of ejaculate as she too began to cum both from pussy and straining cock alike.
Only as he was cumming, only as he was listening to the snow leopard screaming in pleasure before him did the fox think of his boyfriend at home, and how in his twenty three years he had never before found himself remotely interested in fucking a pussy. But even then as he considered what he had done, what he was doing even now, it wasn't with guilt or shame. It was a moment of revelation. Most pussy might not have been for him, but... her pussy, and her cock all at once if possible? They surely didn't count against him being gay any more than they counted as him cheating on the man he loved. After all, how could anything that felt so impossibly fucking good be wrong?
It was only as the fox found himself coming down from the high of his climax that he began to worry if he had just betrayed his lover's trust without so much as a thought, but before he could get too lost in an exploration of his own morality, he felt something being pressed into his hands as the snow leopard pulled herself away from his cock, turned around on the spot, and handed him the metal bowl which the head chef had seemingly handed in turn to her.
"Add this."
She gestured down to what from the size of the bowl looked to be at least a litre of cum, conservatively estimated. His eyes widened, but as he looked around the kitchen for anyone who might disagree with the idea of adding cum to something they were about to serve to paying customers, he found not a single supporter. Blushing, wide eyed and trembling with nerves, he padded over to the pot, plucked forth a large metal spoon suitable for stirring such a large portion of soup, and carefully began to pour the cum into it, stirring it through as he did so. No sooner was the bowl empty, the head chef took it from him, and he felt a hand on his bare ass, caressing him affectionately as the snow leopard reached over his shoulder with her other arm, into the pot, and plucked forth another spoonful of soup with the very same spoon that both she and he had already used to taste it.
"Now, taste."
His cheeks burned crimson. He might have just fucked his boss in front of the whole kitchen, and he might have just acquiesced when asked to pour cum into a soup that he had been working for hours to balance to absolute perfection. But despite all that, tasting that soup while knowing how much the cum might alter and diminish its perfectly balanced flavours... that suddenly felt like a bridge too far. Nevertheless he swallowed his pride, feeling as though this might be his last day working here as well as his first anyway, and opened his muzzle as like a mother feeding her child the snow leopard piloted a spoonful of soup towards his waiting lips.
He felt the spoon enter his muzzle. He closed his lips around it, and let the hot seafood and cum bisque flow over his tongue. He braced himself for an assault of unpleasant saltiness, but instead... instead his eyes widened, his body went so limp that he almost fell to his knees, and even though he had cum barely two minutes ago by that point, he shuddered, gasped, and whined happily as his cock began to spasm, twitch, and paint the front of the counter and stove before which he was standing with hot, fresh streaks of potent cum.
"Ooohhhhhgod..."
He gurgled as he climaxed, an orgasm that didn't just equal the one he'd shared with the snow leopard in intensity, but utterly and completely surpassed it. In fact as it continued to crash through him after ten, twenty, thirty, forty seconds and more, it wasn't just his boss's pussy that seemed inadequate by comparison. Every lover he'd ever had, including his current partner, seemed similarly ill equipped. This soup, or more specifically and undeniably the cum that was laced through it, it was nothing short of addictive. It was like he could only imagine the most intense intravenous drug would feel in terms of the near instantaneous high, only rather than making him pass out or fly into a manic rage, his body's response was to cum, and cum, and keep on cumming as though it might never stop.
It did of course, after about two solid minutes of climax with his body producing cum long after it should have drained his balls entirely dry. But even then, the fox felt like he could have cum again at a moment's notice had someone given him reason to. He was so horny, so energised, so ready to fuck or suck or pleasure anyone in any way that they could possibly have desired. And of course, that was the moment when the snow leopard cleared her throat and drew his attention back to her spectacularly beautiful, deliciously naked body. Trembling, whimpering, panting with excitement, the fox looked at her with a beaming, adoring smile. She smiled back, and nodded in apparent approval of his altered state of mind.
"There now, isn't that better?"
He wasn't sure exactly what she meant, but he nodded anyway. Everything felt incredible in that moment. Everything about this job, about her, about the whole world really.
"You're a good chef, I know that. You're exceptional in fact, otherwise you wouldn't have been hired as this kitchen does not take anything less than exceptional. But... being new, there's a lot you don't understand. A lot you can't understand until you've actually worked your first shift. And now... now, you understand, right? What the Essence we add to all our dishes is, and what it offers our customers when they dine here. What it must offer them. Every bowlful, every plateful. Every last mouthful."
The fox's head span, and he giggled as he considered how embarrassed he'd been when he started to make that soup, and found it so delicious it made him aroused. So delicious he had dared not add more of the Essence which the recipe was instructing him to add, for fear that he would do more than just sprout an erection as many of the other cock-wielding members of staff appeared to already be dealing with as they went about their work. It had made no sense then. Nothing about this kitchen and how free spirited and utterly unabashed about their bodies so many of the members of staff seemed to be. But he was new, and the hourly rate he was being promised even as a junior sous chef was phenomenal. So, he'd stuck it out. He'd kept his head down, done the work, and... and then the boss had come in, and tasted the soup he'd been working on all afternoon, and now he was here, recalling it all and suddenly understanding why everything in this place was the way that it was.
"Would you like to come to the front of house with me? Show you first-hand why it's so important that we offer our guests nothing less than the level of deliciousness you just tasted with every last dish that we serve here?"
Addressing him gently once again, the fox nodded even before the snow leopard had finished asking her question. He reached down to grab his uniform trousers and pull them back up to cover his still rock hard cock, but as he watched the snow leopard leave her dress where it was resting on the kitchen floor and pad naked towards the door to the service corridor, he moaned, and instead kicked off his trousers and began unfastening his chef's jacket as he raced after her.
Soon he was by her side, and the fox whined happily as she slipped a hand into his own, leading him down the corridor and closer and closer by the second to the oddly silent dining room beyond the next set of doors. As they approached those doors however he noticed that they were thicker than an average set of doors even in a building as opulent as this one. Thicker as though soundproofed, and with a lip around its edges that seemed also to serve in that function. He watched as the snow leopard placed her free hand on the door handle, and trembled in excitement as she licked her lips in shameless anticipation.
"Let's see how folks enjoyed the pre-theatre menu, hmm?"
She pulled the left hand door open with a flourish, and as soon as the seal between it and the right door was broken, the fox heard the sounds of unmistakable and overwhelming ecstasy echoing in from beyond. A moment later they stepped through, and as soon as the young sous chef set foot in that dining room and saw what this restaurant could truly offer to its patrons... he knew deep in the core of his soul that he never wanted to work anywhere else ever, ever again.
By Jeeves
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