Cooking with tomato sauce!

Day 45

Takumi was back in his hotel room with Ketchup, but this time she wasn’t serving him food. Instead, he was helping her cook, and this process apparently involved her jacking him off with one of her silky, gloved hands.

“R-remind me… exactly what do you need my semen for again?” Takumi grunted as his precum stained Ketchup’s expensive glove.

“I told you, it’s because someone ordered a dish from me that requires semen as an ingredient; and I only use the best and freshest ingredients,” Ketchup explained.

“B-but you could have just used any guy for this, right?” asked Takumi. “Why did it have to be me? How do you know my seed is so ‘high quality’?”

“Fool!” Ketchup shouted as she increased her speed. “I know your sperm is high quality because I nurtured it to be that way! I’ve fed you, gave you water, and I worked closely with Scarlett to make sure you were always in the best environments to let your balls flourish. Right now, your sperm count is probably so high it could cross the species barrier, so thick it could act as glue, and copious enough to fill a whole cup! Now come on, my tourist-friend… cum, and give me the fruits of my labor!”

Takumi didn’t last too much longer before he finally came, spraying a copious amount of his thick white cum into a glass container that the chef had brought with her. There was so much of it that it not only filled the container up, but it began to overflow and drip onto the bed.

“Ohoho! Now this is what I call a fertile harvest!” Ketchup said proudly as she snapped the lid on top of the container. “You exceeded even my highest expectations. There might even be enough left over to use in my turkey baster to make a nice cream pie with!”

“Uh… you’re… talking about cream pies, the food, right?” Takumi asked nervously.

“Never you mind that!” Ketchup shouted as she shoved the container into one of her coat pockets. “I’ll be taking my leave now, but do be ready to give me more ingredients at any time if I require more.”

“Great… now I’m being treated like a plant on top of everything else,” Takumi sighed as the chef left. “Oh well… at least I’ve got some extra time to do my search now. Someone I met mentioned something about a sex worker chat group… I wonder if I could get in, somehow.”