A White Dinner

A few minutes later, the waitress brought dove a drink. "One white Russian," said the waitress. She set the glass down in front of Dove. "I'll be right back with your first course."

Dove picked up the drink and took a sip. It tasted like a white Russian but it had another ingredient. "Is that cum?" she whispered to herself. She took another sip. "Oh my god," she whispered as she realized it was cum. She took another sip.

A moment later, the waitress brought a ceaser salad. "Salad with caeser dressing," said the waitress. "More to...come."

Dove picked up her fork and took a bite of romaine dripping with dressing. She smiled as she recognized the taste of semen mixed with the dressing. The part of Dove's mind that had been questioning all the semen she was encountering was now completely supressed, and she was loving the fact her drink and salad had semen. She greedily ate her salad.

The next course was cream of potato soup, and Dove could tell it was laced with cum, but seemed to have more than the drink or salad. The main courese was chicken alfredo, and the alfredo sauce seemed to have more semen than cream. Dove scarfed it down. The more she ate, the more she loved the taste of cum, and the more she craved it.

Finally, for dessert, the waitress bought a vanilla milk shake, which to Dove tasted like nothig but ice cream and semen.

By the time Dove had finished her meal, she was full, but her lust for cum was not sated.