La Femme - Fine Dining (Cann) by Repentant Lurker

A mans visit to a very exclusive resturant, this senario was bubling around in my head for ages befroe I finally blurted it out. One of my favorites if thats allowed.

[b:1p1hijn6][i:1p1hijn6]La Femme[/i:1p1hijn6][/b:1p1hijn6]

Jim had been waiting for this night for the best part of a decade. It had taken him six years to save up for the advance payment and he’d been on the waiting list for another two. La Femme was probably the world’s most exclusive restaurant. Their selectivity wasn’t based on fame or fortune, although one certainly had to be rich in order to afford the six figure cost of a table. Whether one had a reservation accepted was based on a psychological questionnaire sent out to applicants that ensured they would fully appreciate the opportunity that dining at La Femme had to offer. La Femme wasn’t the only restaurant of its type, in fact over time the sector had almost become main stream. La Femme was however renowned for its quality; nowhere else could possibly hope to match the superb menu it offered.

Jim reached the door to the restaurant. It was surprisingly unassuming, a frosted glass door in a windowless redbrick façade. At head height on the door was an art deco style reflective glass silhouette of a reclining nude woman, the internationally recognisable logo of the world renowned eatery. To the right of the door was an onyx plate with inlaid silver copy of the logo above a standard thumbprint sensor plate. Jim pressed the plate and the glass door glided open. He stepped into the foyer to be greeted by without doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on in his life.

She had rich dark hair that fell luxuriously to the middle of her back. It framed her perfect oval face, her soft dark eyes, her perfectly proportioned nose and her full dark lips. She wore a backless black silk evening dress. The iridescent material flowed over her body as if it were liquid. Its neckline plunged to just under her navel, the cut of the silk somehow curling round her generous high firm breasts, revealing just enough to hint of the wonders beneath without seeming lewd. While the dress fell to the floor on one side it was cut diagonally from just below the hip on the other revealing the sumptuous sight of one of her luscious long legs in almost its entirety. Her feet were clad in elegant but simple silver open toed stilettos. The vision of loveliness smiled warmly. “Welcome to La Femme Mr Williams. I hope your experience here this evening matches your expectations. My name is Sophia I’ll do everything I can to ensure that it does. If you’d follow me I’ll take you through to the lounge.”

She guided him across the foyer into a cosy lounge that had a bar in one corner and a couple of comfortable looking twin leather sofas around a single piece slate coffee table. “May I take your coat?” Sophia asked before Jim sat down “Becky here will sort you out with an aperitif.” She said as she took his coat from him introducing another vision of loveliness, almost as beautiful as herself, who was stepping out from behind the bar. She had straight long blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. Her outfit was a similar cut to Sophia’s except the silk was a rich cream colour and it too did an amazing job of highlighting her sensuous curves. “What can I get you?” Becky asked “Or do you want me to surprise you?” she offered grinning mischievously. “How could I possibly resist?” Jim replied smiling, admiring the adorable curves of her backside as she turned to the bar to mix him the drink. “I hope she’s taking good care of you” Sophia said winking as she returned from the cloak room. “Do you mind if I sit?” She asked pointing to the sofa beside him. “Not at all” Jim replied delighted at the prospect of her proximity. Sophia slid into the seat beside him and drew her legs up. “One of the things we pride ourselves on here is the personal element to our service. If there’s anything we can do. Anything at all to improve your experience you only need to ask.” Sophia said running the backs of her fingers up and down her bare thigh. Becky returned with the drink. It was a cloudy concoction in a martini glass. “I know it doesn’t look much but it’s good. It’s based on Ricard” she explained “So it’s a good palette cleanser but it has a few other additions that have, other effects” She grinned deliberately letting her eyes glance down to his crotch.” Jim took a sip. It was delicious. He was fond of pastis and it was mixed perfectly, with just the right amount of water and the additions Becky had made complimented the aniseed wonderfully. “Would you like to see the menu?” Sophia asked. “I’d love to” Jim replied.

Sophia reached under the coffee table and pulled a remote from the shelf. She pressed a button and the La Femme logo appeared on the wall opposite. The gorgeous brunette guided Jim through the menu showing him all the dishes available and answering any of his questions. She urged him to take his time and study the menu carefully to make sure he made the right choice. As she went through the options the space between them closed. Jim could feel the swell of her full breast against his chest and relished the contact each time her leg brushed against his. Jim found it increasingly difficult to pay attention to the menu rather than drink in her beauty. He studied the menu’s mouth-watering selection, lingering on each of the dishes. They all looked delicious but Jim had in his mind something he would prefer. He felt cheeky in asking and was slightly worried he might cause offence but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity and he had to ask “I’m certain of one thing.” He said referring to one of the more general options. “I knew before coming that I definitely want my meal prepared at the table; but. You know what you said about being able to ask for anything” he said, Sophia nodded in reply. “Is it possible to order something that’s off the menu?” He asked “Such as?” Sophia asked curiously. Jim leaned in conspiratorially placing one of his hands on her silky smooth thigh. Feeling slightly guilty about what he was asking he whispered into her ear. Although it was almost imperceptible, the angelic beauty gulped. “Are you sure?” She asked. Jim nodded earnestly. “Then absolutely.” She replied “I’ll need to go out back to make some preparations for you. I’ll come and get you when they’re done it should take about twenty minutes or so. In the meantime I’ll leave you in Becky’s capable hands.” She got up from the sofa and padded across the lounge. She stopped to explain Jim’s order to Becky, smiled warmly at Jim and left for the kitchen. Becky sauntered over from the bar smiling salaciously. “If I was in your shoes I think I’d of ordered exactly the same. Shall we decide what wine would go best with your meal?” she said sliding onto the sofa beside him. “Is the aperitif kicking in yet” She asked stroking her hand up his thigh.

They decided on a twenty year old Chateau de Pommard. Becky had decanted it and it was breathing nicely on the bar. She kept Jim company on the sofa, keeping him in a state of permanent arousal. They chatted about the different options for preparing his meal, before settling into pleasant conversation. Becky wove her spell; keeping Jim entranced giving him her undivided attention, making it perfectly clear that at this moment she was here for him and him only. Her hands traced his thighs and his chest and his crotch. Likewise he explored her glorious curves. It was plain but unspoken that should he want her there and then she was his, however he wanted. It was also plain that Jim was reluctant to let himself go so early in proceedings he was enjoying the slow build up of excitement. The twenty minutes flew by and in no time at all Sophia was at the door of the dining room inviting Jim through.

There was not really a table as such at the dining area. It was more like a Middle Eastern arrangement with a cushioned seating area that surrounded the preparation area. This consisted of a two foot wide oak-block border surrounding a three by six foot opening that was currently covered by another oak-block panel. To one end of the area were the cooking ingredients. There were bowls full of herbs, flavoured oils, vinegars, spices and seasoning. Sophia invited Jim to sit on the cushions Becky also came through and sat to one side. “Are you ready for your order sir?” Sophia asked. Jim’s leering grin sufficed as a reply.

Sophia reached behind her neck and undid the bow that held her dress up. The delicate silk floated to the floor revealing her stupendous body in all its glory. Her breasts were high, full, firm and beautifully rounded. Her juicy burgundy nipples jutted out proudly as if willing any onlooker to suckle upon them. Her belly was wonderfully toned her abdominal muscles were gently defined but her tummy still had a soft shapely quality. Her pubic hair was trimmed to a neat triangle pointing towards the joys of her sex. Her succulent rump was generous in size but rounded and firm, her legs just seemed to go one for ever and were splendidly shapely right down to her delicate ankles and feet. Jim drank in the sight of her sumptuous form, barely able to believe it was possible for any woman to so perfectly meet his ideal.

Sophia knelt down in front of Jim, meeting his eyes “Do you like what you see?” She asked. “My god yes” Jim replied. “It’s yours” Sophia told him. “To prepare as you wish. To do what you will with.” She leant forward and kissed him tenderly. “Want to help oil me up?” She asked. Jim nodded, barely able to speak. “It’s probably best if you take off your clothes.” She suggested. “We don’t want them covered in grease do we?” She unbuttoned his shirt and Becky came behind him to ease it from his shoulders, folding it carefully and putting it to one side. Together the two beautiful women undressed him, taking every opportunity to run their hands over his body, devoting their attention to his pleasure. “I thought I’d taste best basted in garlic oil simply seasoned then studded with rosemary and thyme.” Sophia suggested. “That sounds delightful” Jim agreed, licking his lips. Sophia reached over and picked up the large bottle of olive oil that was a third full of pressed garlic cloves. She drizzled the contents over her breasts, letting the oil run down her body. Jim leaned forward and taking the luscious globes in his hands he massaged the oil into her skin. Sophia’s breasts were amazingly firm. Jim kneaded them enthusiastically working his hands all over them. Sophia continued to drizzle the oil onto her body as Jim worked his hands over her. The pair overbalanced onto the wooden surface and both started laughing. Jim took the bottle from Sophia and knelt over her. He told her to lie still and poured the fragrant oil over her arms, down her legs and over her belly then set about rubbing it in. He took each of her arms and smoothed the oil over them, then rubbed it into her belly. He spent a good while on each of her gorgeous legs running his hands up and down her curvaceous calves and tasty thighs. Lastly he took the bottle and poured a generous slug over her pussy. Reaching between her thighs to massage the oil into her sex he leant down to kiss her.

Sophia responded eagerly, taking his head in her hand. They kissed passionately hands roving over each other’s bodies. Jim moved between her thighs and his rock hard cock slid easily into her tight juicy pussy. Sophia wrapped her legs around him responding to his deep thrusts with those of her own. At first their rhythm was slow but as each grew more aroused it increased. Sophia moaned gently quietly at first and then louder. Jim loved the feel of her beneath him, the slippery feel of her oily skin. He thrust into her harder and deeper, gripping her hair, kissing her deeply. Sophia started to groan bucking up hard against him. They fucked each other frantically, both loosing themselves in the moment. Sophia let out a high pitched whine as she came, her legs clamping hard around Jim, he grunted as he unloaded his cum into her soaking pussy. The two lay in each others arms for a while kissing and stroking each other before Sophia rolled onto her front so Jim could oil her back.

As Jim seasoned Sophia, grinding salt and pepper onto her oiled skin, she lay on her front breaking off sprigs of thyme and rosemary. She also poured a bottle of white whine into a mixing bowl and added half a jar of honey and a generous dash of cayenne pepper. “For the glaze” She explained. When she was generously covered in condiments she reached for a small skewer and offered it to Jim. “About thirty or so studs should be enough. Just cut me enough that so the sprigs stay put.” Sophia advised “It’ll look like I’m bleeding a lot more than I am so don’t worry about that, just rub in the blood it’ll add flavour.” Jim took the skewer and pressed the tip against Sophia’s lovely left breast. He pushed it in dimpling the skin adding pressure tentatively. Sophia winced slightly as the skin broke, a trickle of blood welled up from the hole. Jim took a sprig of thyme and eased it into the wound. He admired his handiwork before continuing, the small green sprig poked delicately from just beneath her juicy nipple. Concentrating on the fleshy areas of her body he added more studs to her breasts, buttocks and thighs. Jim’s cock hardened again as he worked. The way Sophia gave herself to him so willingly was wonderfully erotic. He looked into her eyes each time he put the skewer to her skin studying the change in her expression from apprehensive acceptance to pain. As soon has he had inserted the last stud Jim lifted Sophia’s legs and thrust into her hard, fucking her animalistically not caring about her pleasure, just his need to unload. It didn’t take long before he was groaning as he pulled his cock out of her and sprayed his cum over her tits. His need sated, Jim drew Sophia to him and kissed her tenderly. “God you’re beautiful” He told her. “I’m having difficulty believing this is real.” He added. “Dreams can come true you know” she reassured him, kissing him deeply.

“Do you want to fuck me again or are you ready to get me in the pan?” she asked breaking from the embrace. “Let’s get you cooking.” He said “I’m sure Becky can tend to my needs while you’re sizzling away.” He grinned. “I’m sure she will” Sophia agreed, winking at both Becky and Jim. Sophia pressed a switch at the end of the cooking area and the wooden cover to the pit lowered slightly then retracted into the floor. It revealed a curved cast iron hollow with a wooden block flush with the metal at one end. Running down each side of the hollow were a pair of wooden rails that Sophia could use to lower herself in. Sophia went to the ingredients and cut several ounces of butter from a pat, dropping pieces down the length of the hollow. She added some oil to prevent it from burning and using a curved wooden spreader she ensured the cooking surface was evenly coated. “When I ask you would you give me these?” She said pointing to a bottle of balsamic vinegar and some brandy. “And you’ll need to pour the glaze over me when I ask.” She checked a temperature reading of the surface to make sure it was right and then pulled on a pair of tight white gloves. “They’re heat resistant so I can still use my hands.” She answered Jim’s quizzical look “You wouldn’t want to eat them they’re just bony.” Sophia said smiling as she bunched her hair up and held in place with a large clip, the handles of which were a pair of the La Femme figurines.

Jim admired her beautiful body as she perched on the edge of the cooking pit. Her wonderfully tanned skin glistened with the sheen from the oil. He ran his hand from her feet, over her sensuous calves and up her silky thighs. He stroked her soft belly tracing his fingers round her thyme studded navel then cupped her beautiful firm breasts, kissing her tenderly. “I should be alive to serve myself to you but should I lose consciousness I hope you enjoy me. It’s been a pleasure preparing myself for your culinary delight.” Sophia assured him. She stroked his reinvigorated cock. “Do you want to be inside Becky when I go in?” She asked. Jim as Becky came over, dropping her dress from her shoulders. Although the thought of slipping his cock into the beautiful blonde was tempting Jim decided he wanted one last taste of Sophia “Let me feel your pussy around me once more” He urged. Smiling, the heavenly brunette guided Jim to kneel at the edge of the pit. She lowered herself onto his turgid member letting its full length slide into her pussy. She remained there for a moment circling her hips slowly. Bending round him she took a bowl of ripped herbs and tossed them into the pan where they sizzled gently releasing their fragrance, inviting her entry.

Sophia leant back carefully gripping the rail on the other side of the pit. Keeping her balance she moved her other hand onto the nearside rail and after sliding herself up and down Jim’s cock a few times she lifted herself from him, picked her right leg up over his head and then her and gingerly lowered herself into the sizzling oil pulling her feet in with her. As her succulent bottom hit the base of the pan Sophia gasped with pain, screwing her face up in agony. She panted desperately and it took all her will power not to drag herself out straight away. As the initial shock subsided she let go of the rails and let her back slip down into the oil. She rested her head on the curved wooden block and gritted her teeth as she fought to deal with the pain.

As soon as Sophia had lifted herself from his cock Jim had stuffed himself into Becky positioning himself in a way he could focus all his attention on Sophia. He was captivated by the sight of his beautiful meal as she entered the pan. When her gorgeous bum hit the oil and started to sizzle Jim tensed himself, trying to imagine the feeling, gripping Becky’s tit and squeezing it so hard she let out a soft groan and whimpered. He was entranced as Sophia lowered her lovely body into the oil his eyes roving over her following every movement as she squirmed in the heat of the pan.

As the nerve endings in her skin fried Sophia became able to relax slightly. She un-tensed her knotted muscles and gave herself to the pan. She opened her eyes and looked over at Jim, meeting his lustful gaze. “How does it feel?” he asked keeping his cock wedged deeply inside the voluptuous waitress beneath him. “I can’t describe” She panted. “It’s so painful it’s untrue” She winced as a slight change in position brought a new area of skin on contact with the pan for the first time. “But it’s good too. I’ve never felt so alive the endorphins rushing through me are amazing.” She breathed heavily for a moment. “I’m so horny watching the two of you fuck after I left myself wanting” She admitted biting her lip. “I wish I could fuck while I cook.” She lifted her hand out of the pan and placed it on her belly screwing her eyes up as the hot oil on the glove scalded her skin. When the heat had faded she slipped her hand between her thighs and fingered herself keeping her eyes firmly locked on Jim’s. Jim reached over and stroked her brow bucking his hips against Becky. The waitress responded matching his rhythm, meeting his thrusts with her own. Sophia rubbed her slit slowly in time with their movements rolling her hips from side to side so the sides of her body cooked evenly. Jim positioned himself in a way he could play with her tits as he thrust into Becky who had to grip on the handrail to prevent herself falling in with Sophia. Jim fucked the girl harder while fondling Sophia as she slid her hand deep in her slit. Both blonde and brunette were moaning with pleasure as Jim fucked one but made love to the other. He pulled Becky round so they lay perpendicular to the cooking pit with her head lying above Sophia’s so he could kiss the pan fried beauty without risk of toppling into the pan. “My god you’re amazing” He told her as their lips parted “I can’t get over how sexy you look as you’re sizzling. I can’t wait to see you squirm as your tits and pussy get sautéed” He pumped Becky hard as he spoke “It’s time” Sophia gasped frigging herself frantically desperate to cum before her cunt got fried.

“Oh god yess!” She cried as her orgasm hit her she reached for the side rail and pulled herself over only have ecstasy turn into ultimate pain “Eeehhhaagh” She screamed as her super-sensitised clit was seared on the base of the oversized skillet. Jim blew his load in Becky as he revelled in the way Sophia quivered and shook as her clitoris and nipples were cooked. All three lay panting as they recovered from the moment. Although the sizzling sexpot in the skillet was doing so through gritted teeth; tears rolling down her cheeks. While the physical agony was huge she was also hammered by the emotional realisation that she was now just Jim’s food. The beautiful body she had honed into the epitome of female perfection was now meat, good only for Jim’s pleasure and consumption.

That is not to say she was no longer beautiful. Jim was staggered by the sight of her succulent rump, her heaving shoulders, her calves and her thighs; at their golden brown colour; the way that they glistened. He gazed at her trembling body stroking her tear streaked cheek tenderly. He turned his attention to Becky who still lay beneath him. He smiled at her meeting her lips with his own as her pussy milked his cock of his jism. He then raised himself from her and laid himself on the cushions at the side of Sophia. The sizzling sexpot reopened her eyes. She smiled at her consumer to be weakly. “If you prod me with that fork it will help release some of my juices. Then pour them back over me.” She told Jim softly. He took the fork and poked it into her scrumptious looking bottom. Juices flowed from the wound causing a delicious waft of flavour as they bubbled away at the bottom of the pan. Jim worked the fork over the back of her body pricking her juiciest areas. The luscious titbit sighed as she simmered. “How are you bearing up?” Jim asked as he basted her rump. “No pain anymore” She said. “Feeling ok, a bit dizzy. Need to stop my arms cooking” She said pulling them from her sides and resting them on her head block. “Mmm, smells nice” She murmured.

Becky walked round to the cooking ingredients and picked up a water bottle with long flexible spout. “I think she could do with a drink.” She advised “Do you want to give it to her or shall I?” Jim let her do it, preferring to dribble Sophia’s bubbling juices back over her glistening thighs. The drink helped its flagging recipient perk up a bit. It contained a cocktail of stimulants that kept her nerves going without being absorbed into her flesh. Part of her preparation prior to coming out to the table was to ingest large quantities of the isotonic vitality drink in order to help her survive as long as possible. “Can you poke my tits?” She asked, “See how clear the juices are.” Jim pricked the side-swell of her breast obligingly. It its juices sizzled sweetly as they spilled out. “They look fairly clear so far” Jim replied. He stuck the fork in deeper and held it there for a bit before testing the temperature of the tip. “You need a couple more minutes on this side. I want you rare but that’s probably a bit much.” Sophia reached out to the temperature gauge next to her head board and turned it up full. “Need to get it hot enough to do the glaze.” She said resting her head on her arms, a peaceful expression on her face. Becky gave her another drink before coming over to sit with Jim, taking his cock in her hand and massaging it back to rigidity.

As the heat in the pan built up to the required temperature, Sophia wearily flipped herself back onto her back. She propped herself up on her elbows. “Pass me the balsamic” she asked, pouring a liberal dash over her crotch when Jim handed it to her. She rubbed it over her groin, pouring some more into her hand and slopping it into her slit. She gave Jim the bottle back. “Now can you pour slug of brandy into that ladle and rest it against the cooking surface till it heats up” She requested, having to breathe heavily every few words or so. When the brandy was heated she took it from Jim and also asked him to give her the gas lighter she had laid by the bottle. She poured the brandy over her pubes and ignited the spirit with the lighter. A small fireball erupted from her muff and the flames quickly caught her pubic hair burning it off while they simultaneously caramelised the sugars of the vinegar, enriching the natural flavours of her most tender cut. “Now pour the glaze over me” She instructed. Jim did as she asked pouring it liberally over her from her feet up to her chest. The glaze bubbled furiously, lifting the flavours from the pan. Sophia rolled herself around covering herself in the thickening syrup, till her whole body gleamed. With a superhuman effort she dragged herself out of the cooking area onto the wooden border and lay there panting.

Becky placed a large silver platter on the wooden cover which she had closed back over the pit. Sophia crawled onto it lying on her front with her arms crossed under her breasts so she propped herself up on her elbows. She crossed her legs and raised them into the air sticking her bottom out as much as she could. Becky took a silk ribbon and wrapped it her around her, tying it so the scrumptious dish was able to remain in the appetising position without effort. She looked absolutely delicious, her skin glowed a rich golden brown apart from her nipples and pussy lips which had were a dark tawny colour, almost the same as the twenty year old wine Becky was pouring for Jim. “I should rest for a few minutes before carving” Sophia advised do you want me to suck your cock while you wait. Jim needed no invitation. He knelt in front of her slipped his penis between her lips. Sophia lapped at it to the best of her ability bobbing her head up and down weakly. Jim helped her out by supporting her bucking his hips back and forth. The eroticism of the situation was amazing and it wasn’t long before Jim got caught up in the moment and started fucking her face vigorously. In the meantime Becky popped out to the kitchen returning with a selection of roasted vegetables which she ladled pound the platter so it soaked up the juices running out of the succulent meat. Becky knelt down by Jim offering him a carving set. “Shall I take over from Sophia while so you can talk to her while you carve?” She suggested. Jim agreed pulled his cock from Sophia’s mouth settling himself comfortably on the cushions in a manner that meant he could reach his food easily while Becky could tend to his pleasure. “Bon Appétit!” Sophia said smiling weakly.

Jim carved of a slice of her succulent rump and brought it to his lips. The smell was exquisite the delicate flavour of the herbs and the seasoning had infused the meat perfectly. He put the crisp succulent flesh in his mouth where it almost melted being so tender it barely needed chewing. “Delicious” he complimented “I’ve never tasted anything so good in my life.” He carved off another leaner slice, coating it in gravy and eating it with a slice of roast pepper. Again it just seemed to melt in his mouth. “Beautiful” he said leaning forward to give his lovely meal a kiss.

Sophia was fading. She was glad that Jim was enjoying her. She looked down as he sliced into her breast, her wonderfully tender meat fell away like butter. She looked up to Jim as he popped her juicy nipple into his mouth rolling it around on his tongue. He leaned forward to kiss her again, letting her sample the flavour of her sautéed papilla. He stole it back from her mouth and she smiled wearily as she saw the pleasure on his face when he popped the juicy bud between his back teeth. He took another slice of her breast. Sophia watched curiously trying to fathom how she felt about seeing the body she was so proud of be carved. Her head lolled. Jim raised her chin to check if she was still conscious dizzily she met his gaze “My fillet” she whispered, her eyelids fluttering.

Jim understood what she wanted. He politely pushed Becky away and tipped Sophia onto her side. Asking Becky to hold her legs apart he carved his delightful meal’s pussy meat from between her thighs. He sliced off a small sliver and placed it into her mouth before placing a larger slice into his own. He savoured the amazing flavour and texture chewing it slowly before reluctantly swallowing. He washed it down with a glass of the superb wine which complimented it perfectly. “You taste absolutely wonderful” He said, leaning forward to give Sophia a good bye kiss.

Sophia felt Jim’s lips on hers. She looked up at him one last time her eyes showing her gratitude. She felt him lift her head onto his lap, felt his member push between her lips. She suckled him eagerly as her eyes closed for the last time. She devoted the last of her energy to relishing the moment, dimly aware that another slice of her flesh was being carved from her body; drifting away contentedly as Jim’s semen welled up in her throat. [i:1p1hijn6]Fin[/i:1p1hijn6]