Setting up a dinner party.

I rolled off of him, panting from the intensity of the orgasm. As I was, he turned to me and said. “So, I should set up a menu?”

I shuddered, “Mock vore only,” I clarified with him.

He smiled back, “I will only ever do what you are comfortable with, so, if you are only comfortable with mock vore at the moment, mock vore it is.” I shuddered at his words. He stood up and grabbed a book off the shelf. It was a journal of some kind and had a maroon corduroy style cover. He sat down beside me and opened it up. “So,” he began, “I have a few recipes I can modify to suit mock vore.”

I blinked at him, “You actually have recipes for humans?”

He nodded, and I noticed he was getting hard again. It must really turn him on cause normally, he couldn’t go multiple times in a row. “So, this one will be good. It’s meant to be ovum caviar with lemon and salt. But I could use real caviar, and finger lime served in little dishes on your stomach. Two sauces come with this one, a heavy cream sauce we can use for the people who don’t want to try the other one which will be made from cum.”

I moaned quietly, “And when do you think you will be ready to do this?” I asked him.

He shrugged, “I will see if people can make it next Saturday.”

“You want to dress me up like I am a platter next weekend?” I asked him.

He nodded, “I think I can organise it,” he cuddled into me and turned the page. “We can dress up your breasts with some slivers of beef, make a hot sauce and dribble it over you. It might scald a little.

I reached over and started to stroke his cock. “I trust you to make sure I’m well presented and tasty.”

He smiled. “A little beef tartare, like we ground some of you up,” he moaned as I continued to stroke him.

Then he turned the page, and I saw the heading and couldn’t help but moan. “Trussed Kimmie with wild greens and apple sauce?” I asked him.

He nodded, “Yeah, tie you up, cook you alive with an apple in your mouth, garnished with fresh herbs and spices. Then sear to perfection and pour hot apple sauce over you.”

I laughed, “You are so messed up, but for some reason, it is quite arousing to think that you want all of me in every way.”

He smiled back at me, “If you like it next Saturday, maybe I could make some blood sausages and stuff your cunt full of them for the next one? That way, the guests can pull this chain of sausages out of you like they are your innards.”

“You set up the menu and the invite list, and I will pander to your little fetish, but I mean it, mock vore only.”