Appetizers, and The Main Course

After the commercial break, our girls are lined up in 14 small booths with their meals presented in front of them, and sometimes on them. Terrance and Chance walk from booth to booth to sample the delicious items the ladies have prepared for them over the course of the challenge. They go from appetizers to meals, to desserts.

First up to bat was Esther, who had an annoyed look on her face. In front of her was a few scraps of crusts smeared with jelly, peanut butter, and puppy dog tears. She sighed loudly as Terrance and Chance pulled up with the camera crew. "This is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, eat up."

The men looked at each other. Terrance, our handsome host was ever the gentleman and let Chance go first.

The billionaire looked hesitant. "Is this for real?"

Esther pushed the plate forward. "Are you going to eat it or not?"

"Is that grass?" Terrance picked at the 'sandwich'.

"It's a garnish."

Chance laughed nervously. "Thanks, Esther, but I'm looking for something a little more appetizing in the appetizer round." He started walking to the next booth. "You're welcome to it. Terrance doesn't want it though."

The Host gave Esther a smug look and pushed the plate back toward Esther. "All yours."

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Gabby

Ecuadorian

"Hey don't look at me. Switching Titsie's meal with her's was all Esther's idea."

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Esther

Haitian

"Well what did you expect me to do? I wasn't just going to leave that bitch crying on the ground. *SIGH* Look seeing her having a breakdown made me realize something. I can control my fetish, I have a restaurant, a successful career, and I can find a man whenever I want. Titsie, well this is her only chance."

"You've got a soft spot for the dog, admit it."

"I've got a soft spot for the girl, trying to make it in the world the only way she knows how. If her being happy means she's someone's pet... then I guess I can deal with that."

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Gabby

Ecuadorian

"Yeah she's really just a big softy. Don't tell her I said that."

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"What have we got here Lauren?" Terrance leaned over a pan filled with something brown and wafted the sweet scent his way.

"Pot Brownies." Lauren yawned. "My specialty."

Terrance looked to Chance. "Doesn't anyone understand what an appetizer is?"

"Lauren, Brownies are dessert. You were supposed to make an appetizer."

Lauren barely blinked, Chance suspected she might have made another batch for herself. "Oh, my bad. I'll just take these back then."

Chance was quick to pull the pan away. "No no, I'll just be taking these for myself." With the pan in hand, he made his way to the next booth.

Lauren leaned over her counter and shouted after Chance. "If you eliminate me you eliminate foot fetish from the wheel!"

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Chance

Billionaire

"She had me there."

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Lauren

Burmese

"Checkmate."

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Deborah

New Zealander

"Chance didn't really care for my Vegemite on crackers. He was pretty cute when he started gagging, at least my submission was actually an appetizer.

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"Anna give me some good news. Somehow the challenge where hot girls feed me is going worse than the pee challenge."

Anna giggled. "Rough time huh?" She brought out her wand. "Well worry not! Because what could be more magical than a delicious meal served by a delicious woman?" She brought a red silk sheet over her empty table, and with two taps of her wand took it away. There where once had been nothing now sat a plate full of Bruchetta topped with grilled tomatoes. "Tada!"

Chance was torn between scarfing down the delicious-looking food and clapping. He went with clapping because magic amazed, while Terrance dove in on the food. The two of them hadn't eaten for hours, intentionally. There was a lot of food to try.

"Ugh!" Terrance moaned and shoved more bread into his mouth. "Disrupliccous"

"Thanks!" Anna winked. "One of my old stage hands taught me how to make it."

Thankful for a piece of food Chance went for his own slice and melted with pleasure. "Anna it's not even a competition. You win the appetizer round."

Terrance almost killed himself **** down the Bruchetta so he could talk. "That's a free orgasm as your prize."

Anna beamed. "An orgasm whenever I want?"

"That's right."

Anna looked at the camera, her eyebrow arched high and a sly smile on her face. "Neat."

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Chance

Billionaire

"Okay so the appetizer round was kind of a flop, but I have high hopes for the main course round!"

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Shokouh

Afghani

"He seemed unimpressed with my Ramen."

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Gabby

Ecuadorian

"I can't believe she did Ramen, that's so close to Spaghetti!"

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"Daddy Daddy!"

"We make S'ketti!"

It took all of his willpower to keep chance's jaw from hitting the ground. Jennifer and Monica had once again teamed up and had made a bit of a spectacle of themselves. Back in the world of age play the two of them were dressed in nothing but frilly white socks, frilly panties, and bibs. The two babes were hugging each other tightly. Between the two of them sat a serving of Spaghetti. The noodles remained mostly in place between the two girls, while rivulets of sauce slowly raced their way down their tender stomachs'. Both of their mouths were covered in red sauce, which only highlighted their bright and happy smiles.

"Very good girls!" Chance cheered. At this point, some naked ladies were a more than welcome sight. "Is it yummy?"

"Try it!" Jennifer babbled lifting up Monica's sauce and noodle-covered tit for Chance to eat off of. A smart choice since Jennifer's breasts were almost nonexistent no doubt earning her the spot as the little sister.

As you can imagine Chance was pretty **** so shove his face into a hot girl's tit and lick it clean. That's why he didn't stop until the whole tit was clear. Then he moved over towards Jennifer's fit stomach and started cleaning that with his tongue too. It didn't hurt that the sauce was actually delicious and the two dark-skinned beauties were sexpots in their own right. As he suckled their bodies to a cleaner state they ran their fingers through his hair, cooed and thanked him, and in general, made his cock incredibly hard. By the end of the little meal he just wanted to line them up and cum all over those bibs.

Instead, he had to be pulled away by Terrance, who was no doubt upset that he didn't get to partake in that meal.

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Monica

Greek

"Boo-fucking-ya fans. Jennifer and I are riding this train to the top. Mmm Chance's tongue felt so fucking good on my tits. That's what I'll be thinking about during my free orgasm."

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Jennifer

Cuban

"Again I just can't express how much this network owes me for getting Monica to abandon her Congolese caricature. I don't think it was quite a hate crime, but it was definitely racist."

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Gabby

Ecuadorian

"Are you kidding me? They both did spaghetti? This is ridiculous."

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Rather than a plate, Emma had herself laid out on a table, without a speck of food to be seen anywhere.

Chance was wise to be suspicious of his nastiest girl. "What are you hiding Emma?" He crossed his arms with a smirk.

She smiled naughtily and lifted up her cheerleading skirt. "This is kind of embarrassing, buuuut..." She then spread her legs and revealed the bounty of sauce-soaked spaghetti noodles sticking out of her pussy like the filling of a burrito. "Eat up!"

Tragically Chance felt both his stomach and dick churn at the sight. "You're a real nasty bitch Emma." Chance sighed and got down on his knees.

Emma moaned. "Don't stay stuff like that unless you want me to add more of my own sauce to your meal." She giggled and admired the sight of Chance between her legs. "I am pretty nasty though."

Chance decided to throw caution and shame to the wind. After the diaper sex, what more could he lose? He ran his tongue over the noodles spilling forth from her pussy. Emma squirmed happily as it caused the noodles to shift within her. With a dexterous bit of lip, work Chance sucked up a noodle Lady and The Tramp style. He tasted it go from Narrandera to the tangy flavor of a college girl's pussy juice. "Not bad."

"Natch." Emma beamed. "If I'm sticking food up my pussy it's gotta be hella gourmet."

Chance dabbed his lips with a napkin. "Looks like that's another meal Terrance won't get to taste."

"I'll survive."

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Emma

Belgian

"Totally worth the douche it's going to take to get my pussy clean."

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Gabby

Ecuadorian

"I can't believe she did spaghetti too!"

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"What have we got here Gabby?" Terrance smelled the air dreamily. "Some kind of taco?"

"Spaghetti tacos." Chance bent over so he could start laughing. "Normally that would land you first place, but I'm pretty noodled out. "

Terrance shoved Chance out of the way and grabbed a taco for himself. "Not me!" He bit into the taco with a crunch the folks at home could hear. "Mmmm! Gabby these are delicious."

The girl next door sighed. "I'm guessing I don't get points for Terrance liking them do I ?"

Chance shook his head, with a guilty smile. "Afraid not."

Ever the opportunistic scavenger Terrance placed his elbow on Gabby's table. "Well you know, I'm also looking for a wife."

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Gabby

Ecuadorian

"As if."

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"Did you make this? Did you make this good girl?"

Titsie waggled her ass and nudged the plate closer toward Chance with her nose. Esther's french dip sandwich sat on top of his like a precious treasure.

Chance happily dunked the sandwich in its accompanying soup and took a big ol' bite out of it. HE was just glad to be eating something that wasn't noodled-based. It almost didn't matter that it was the greatest single bit of food he'd ever tasted in his entire life. He held the sandwich out for Terrance to take a bite and the two of them just stood there for thirty seconds basking in the pure delight that was the sandwich. "That's the best sandwich I've ever tasted."

"A symphony of flavors."

"I'll take three more."

"I don't think I could ever get tired of eating this."

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Esther

Haitian

"Stop by Chop Chop to get one of your own."

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“Wow Eve this steak looks delicious.”

Eve bowed her head deeply. “It would bring me to the heights of please if you partook in my pathetic offering.”

Chance grinned and started cutting the steak into pieces. “I just didn’t peg you as a cook.”

“Of course. I was instructed in all the ways a woman can please a man. Including years of culinary training.”

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Shokouh

Afghani

“Of course she did.”

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Shani

Egyptian

“The fucking Terminator I swear!”

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“Wow, this is tender.” “Oh man, oh man.” “Wow!” “This is delicious!” Etc...

Chance had nothing but happy little comments for Eve’s steak.

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Terrance and Chance Stood in front of a Camera, looking satisfied. While the competition started off Rocky, things really picked up for the main court. "Chance, you've dined with your little girls, sucked sauce straight from the cunt of your dirty little cheerleader, ate your pet's sandwich, and sampled your ****'s steak. With the grand prize of an orgasm on the table, which of these fine your ladies gets your blessing?"

Chance beams. "Terrance, I'm sorry to say that once again it's not even close. Titsie won by a mile. Who needs a wife, when a dog can cook like that."

Terrance nodded. "Pet lovers rejoice. With Titsie in my head, I'm sure we'll have footage of that orgasm, very soon. Stay tuned!