Women who like it rough!: Dish of the day
written by:
Chris-t6290

In as much as I enjoy my food, more out of necessity, I am, nonetheless, a pretty poor cook. Whether it be overcooking or undercooking food, I never quite get it right; that said, I'm glad when it's summer, as I can then knock up a mean salad.

Whoever said the way to a man's heart is through his mouth, got it 100% spot on. What with my lousy cooking and burnt offerings, a relationship hasn't lasted more than 6 months. Sure, we'll generally go out to a restaurant for a first date, nothing too posh; also, I'm quite partial to pizza, as is noted from my 12-14 dress size, but when it comes to cooking a meal for him it's generally goodnight Alice, that being my name.

I'm 24 years old, with shoulder-length black curly hair, hazel eyes, round more than oval face, lips which naturally pout but not too much, 163cms tall (no, I'm not telling you my weight), 40DD voluptuous bust and all mine, 28 inch waist and 38 inch hips. NB. Although a person's height in the UK is stipulated in cms, their vital statistics, inparticular their bust, are always in inches; go figure! (pun intended).

Most of my dates have come from people I work with, as an admin assistant. Being in an office, I dress smart: stockings as apposed to tights, a black or dark navy skirt, single colour blouse and jacket, a thong, tanga, or high cut lacy French panties, suspenders and a full cup bra, as my girls need their support.

I know what you're thinking but, the sex is almost as bad as my cooking, no doubt because he wants to get out quick, so it's generally over within 30 minutes, and most of that is foreplay; if you can call it that.

What with the playful remarks I get from my work colleagues, I realised that, if I was ever to have a long term relationship, let alone settle down and have children, then things needed to change.

Luckily, Mary, a close female friend, told me about a cookery course that she had been on and how much it had improved her culinary expertise.

"No way!" I exclaimed, when she called for a chat, considering she was almost as bad as me.

"Why don't you come over, and I'll show you just how much I've improved," she somewhat challenged me.

"Okay then, you're on," I rejoined.

After the meal was over, which I just had to watch Mary prepare and cook, I was totally amazed, even gobsmacked.

"So, how was it?" she asked.

"Unbelievable. When? How? Who?" I asked, and over desert, which was mouthwateringly yummy, Mary told me all about the cooking course she had been on, and inparticular the dish of a chef who ran it.

"Did you?" I enquired of her having him, knowing just how sexy Mary was.

"God, no! He was, as I'm sure you'll know from TV chef's like Gordon Ramsey, quite strict," she elucidated.

‘Either that, or someone's being coy,' I remarked to myself.

"Why don't you give it a try, Alice?" Mary suggested.

"Okay then," I told her; whereupon, she went and got his card for me.

Telephoning the number Mary had given me, the following day, Manuel told me that he was full up for the next two months; however, when I mentioned that Mary had recommended him he suddenly remembered a cancellation. ‘Oh, Mary, you did have him,' I gleefully thought.

"I can take you next month," he informed me, with his part Spanish accent.

‘You can take me anytime, Manuel,' I thought, as his voice, and inparticular his accent, seduced me. After I'd replaced the phone in its cradle, my hand automatically delved into my panties, where I presently noticed how wet he had made me.

‘Roll on next month,' I thought, as I worked my fingers in and out of my thatched pussy; this girl's not for shaving by the way.

After the first two weeks, my opinion of Manuel, along with any sexual inclination towards him, had soon tempered.

In all, there were five other students besides myself: Jane and Asher, the ‘terrible twins,' so called, because Manuel was always saying how terrible their results were; John and Steve, who, unlike myself and the twins, wanted to become fully trained chefs; and Roland, a tall Negro, who saw the class as a way of improving his own culinary results while also socialising.

Having never tried ‘dark meat' myself, and as a result of him working alongside me, I soon warmed to Roland in preference to Manuel.

On the Wednesday evening of the third week, Mary telephoned to see how I was getting on.

"Okay. I'm just cooking beef stroganoff for myself," I told her, deciding not to challenge her over her claim of not having Manuel.

Asking her if she'd like to come over tomorrow, Thursday, to see how much I've improved, Mary informed me that she couldn't, as she had a date. "Some other time though, Alice," she assured me.

Arriving at the cooking class on Friday evening, Richard, another chef, told us that Manuel was somewhat indisposed with a personal matter and that he would be taking the class for the next few sessions, being this evening and tomorrow.

Rather than have us all prepare and cook a set, same dish, Richard had us select, by blind dipping a hand into a bag, four items each, and insisted: "No swapping or sharing, use the ingredients you take, please."

Jane selected: a tin of baked beans, a packet containing two gammon steaks, an orange and a small head of broccoli wrapped in cellophane. Next, Asher picked out: a small white cabbage, a packet of beef mince, a packet of mushrooms and an onion. "Yeah," she enthralled.

Since we each chose the four items in turn, I was left with what was in the bag: a carrot, an iceberg lettuce, a bar of milk chocolate and coconut milk. ‘What the fuck am I supposed to do with these' I now wondered, as I stared at them.

"Looking at them won't make things happen, Alice," Richard remarked haughtily.

"How, in what way is this exercise supposed to help?" I boldly enquired, as I rocked the lettuce between my palms.

"Use your imagination," he almost insisted, mordantly.

Having unwrapped the lettuce, I cut it in two and shredded half of it into a bowl before grating the carrot over it. Just then, a small piece of red pepper from John landed in the bowl.

"Thanks, by the way, but Rich' said no sharing," I told him, before fishing it out and popping the item into my mouth.

"It's Richard, Alice," he promptly corrected me.

"Okay, Richard! Don't get your knickers in a twist," I rejoined playfully, which made the twins giggle.

"How's the dish of the day, more like doomsday, coming along, Alice?" Steve joked.

"Ha, ha, very funny," I caustically replied, and lobbed a segment of the chocolate at him.

"Behave, boys and girls, you're not in primary school," Richard vented.

Somewhat sticking up for me, Roland, my dark knight, lobbed a piece of asparagus at John, but with his left hand; consequently, it bounced off Steve's shoulder and hit Richard.

"Sorry, Rich'," I apologised, on Roland's behalf.

"It's Richard, Alice," John reminded me, lobbing a white grape at me, and in return I threw a piece of dried coconut at him.

"Cut it out, Alice!" Richard almost stormed.

"Fuck you! Rich—ard," I rejoined defiantly.

"Listen here, young lady, if you can't be..." he started to say.

"It's all well and good," I interjected, "you giving us a selection of assorted items to work with, but if you can make something from what I was left with, I'll, I'll, I'll suck Roland's black cock!" I impulsively exclaimed.

For the next amount of seconds, which seemed somewhat longer as I realised what I had blurted out, there was stunned silence.

Placing his hands on the table, and Confidently leaning toward me, Richard said: "You want to take that back, Alice," with no indication in his tone if it was a question or not.

Since he wouldn't be the one to benefit from what I had said, I saw it as a bluff and adamantly said, ‘No!' before pushing the items towards him.

"For someone who works in admin', your basic communication skills leave something to be desired, Alice," Richard informed me.

"Ay?" I bemusedly rejoined, followed by all but Steve and John responding in a similar manner.

"What I indicated was, for you to make something from the ingredients you chose, though not necessarily as one food dish. Grated carrot and lettuce is fine for one, leaving chocolate and coconut milk as a desert, which you had yet to realise," Richard informed me, with a Cheshire-cat smile on his face.

"Yes, okay, but I didn't say where or when I'd do it," I told them, in the hope of avoiding doing it here and now.

"We want proof," John cheered.

"Yeah, do it now, Alice," Steve added; while the ‘terrible' twins simply giggled, inanely.

Accepting the situation, I removed my apron and then did likewise with Roland's: pressing my breasts against him as I reached around the back to undo the bow, which he had first knotted.

With the apron removed, I genuflected in front of Roland, maintaining my gaze towards his dark brown eyes as I undid the belt and button of his trousers, before slowly sliding the zip down with a noticeable rasping sound.

From the worktable I then heard a clatter. Looking up, I noticed that Asher was subconsciously kneading the mince beef, which oozed between her fingers, suggesting she was quite partial to ‘dark meat', cock sucking, or, indeed, both as I eased Roland's trousers down.

From the contours of his almost tight fitting briefs, come shorts, I noticed his near firm bulge, which I leant toward and kissed before mouthing it. ‘Fuck them,' I said to myself, and decided to enjoy it.

Still with my lips pressed around Roland's bulge, I moved my hands to either side of his waistband and slowly rolled his pants down.

Exposing the crown to begin with, I noticed how puffy it was and also the trace of pre-cum around the ‘eye', which I licked off before doing likewise to the glands.

"Emn," I voraciously moaned, feeding the bell like head into my mouth with my tongue as I continued to slide his shorts down to his noticeably broad thighs.

With Roland's black cock now fully exposed, there is a slight chorus of ‘Wow!' from the others.

Cradling his phallus in my right hand, which barely reached around it, I leant back a bit and took in its magnitude myself. ‘Wow! Indeed,' I agreeably thought.

"That's..." I began to say.

"Big!" Jane lustfully exclaimed, in her deep voice.

"You ain't fucking kidding," John remarked, suggesting he was in awe of it.

"Ah, what's the matter, John," Asher chimed, "you only got a tiddler, then?" she jokingly teased.

"It's not the size of the vessel that matters, but the motion in the ocean," Steve exclaimed - as I reposed and returned to sucking the head of Roland's black rod - suggesting he was also in awe of Roland's stature.

"Sure, guys, but with Roland here, you get both," Jane stoically remarked, before provocatively sliding a long segment of her chosen orange in and out of her mouth.

"You horny bitch!" Steve exclaimed.

"Wouldn't you like to know," her twin sister rejoined, and flicked some of the mince from her fingers at him.

As I began to suck on Roland's long and thick sceptre, a food fight between the twins and boys broke out while Richard observed me.

Presently leaving them to it, Richard made his way around to our side of the table, where, noticeably looking towards him, Roland caught my eye, which I turned towards our stand-in chef.

Now, and with him in such close proximity, I worked my lips back and forth along Roland's black meat stick as Richard almost gloatingly looked on, and in doing so, and what with him being so close, it began to turn me on.

Taking myself from Roland, but with my left hand part holding his stump, I extended my right one towards Richard and felt for what must by now be a very erect cock, and yes, it is.

"You like watching a woman suck cock, I see," I exclaimed, as I caressed his hard maleness.

"I'm only human, Alice," he rejoined, as he undid his apron.

"Why don't you be human, Rich', and take this out for me," I suggested, oblivious to what's going on with the others: Asher was sucking Steve's passable size dick while John was licking Jane's areola and breasts.

"It's Rich..." he started to again correct me.

"Or not, then," I said teasingly yet firmly, as I went to remove my hand while still stroking Roland's cock monster.

"Okay, okay," he conceded, as he undid his jeans.

Having taken his near erect manhood out for me, I noticed that, although it's almost as long as Roland's it's not quite as thick, all of which gets me more excited; so much so that I wanked Roland more vigorously.

"Oh God, yes, more, like that, Alice" he encouragingly said, from almost behind me.

Then, as I turned back towards him, Roland fired his hot sticky cum over my face; streaming from my hair down to my chin, as there's so much of it. Quickly moving forwards, in an attempt to avoid his jism staining my blouse, I fed his still hard cock into my mouth where he pumped the rest of his lovely seed, which then slid down my throat.

"Christ!" Roland suddenly exclaimed. ‘No one I've ever blown has said that before,' I remarked to myself, only to have Roland tap me on the shoulder and direct my attention to the others.

Suffice it to say, dear reader, I cannot explain what's occurring, only that the twins are being closely intimate while one of them sucks John's passable cock and the other receives Steve's in her smoothly shaved pussy.

With Roland's essence still on my face, I boldly turned back to Richard.

"Em, you look lovely, Alice, almost a pretty picture," he remarked approvingly.

"And what would make it perfect, Rich'?" I asked, before slowly running my tongue around the head of his mushroom shaped cock.

"Oh, God, yes, Alice, like that, please," he implored, presently directing me, with his hand on my head, to take more of him.

Having already released Roland, I placed my hands on, and gripped, Richard's thighs and let him work my mouth back and forth on his warm pulsating erection, and as I do so, Roland, now knelt behind me, reached around and unbuttoned my blouse, followed by my bra, before cupping and caressing my breasts.

"Emmf, emmf," I murmured, with the pleasure.

Still massaging my fleshy globes, Roland took each nipple betwixt his thumb and fingers and gently rolled them.

"Emmgf, emmgf," I vociferated, causing me to take over and fuck my mouth back and forth on chefs ‘super size sausage', which soon started to erupt inside my mouth.

Taking himself from me, Richard subsequently covered my face with his hot cock cream, complementing Roland's earlier deposit before dripping onto my exposed breasts.

"Em, now that's a perfect picture," he told me, before suggesting that I lick it off.

With my arms now free, Roland removed my shirt and bra, suggesting that he, along with Richard, want more than just a blow-job.

Again, I'm limited as to what I can say about the others: John was sliding his cock inbetween Asher's shapely breasts while Steve thrust himself into Jane; not sure though, from where I was knelt, if it was her pussy or ass.

Helping me up, Richard had Roland undo my skirt. "Very nice and quite sexy," Richard remarked of my underwear before laying inbetween my legs with his limp dick.

"Come here," he said, indicating for me to lower myself.

But as I went to step back so that I was over his groin, he stopped me, saying: "No, Alice, over my face."

Keeping my balance, which isn't easy in 5-inch heels, I squatted over Richard's mouth and soon felt his hot breath against my crimson thong, which Roland, behind me, moved to one side.

"Let me...em, oh God," I said and then moaned, as I moved myself towards Richard's extended tongue, only to have Roland ease two of his stout fingers into my anus.

"I don't know, if, I can take you, in there, you're, so thick," I expelled, as Richard's tongue licked my slit and Roland's fingers frigged my ass.

"Oh fuck, yes, yes, fucking yes," I cried out, as a third finger entered me and Richard flicked my clit while he worked three fingers inside my quim and soon made me cum.

‘Em, I bet he's a pretty picture as well,' I thought to myself.

Taking Richard's fingers from me, I licked and then sucked them while Roland slowly fucked my ass with his. "Emmng, emmng," I vociferated, as he confidently did so.

Having made his way over, Steve asked: "Is this a private thing, or...?"

Releasing Richard's fingers, which he returned to the warmth of my cooze, I asked Steve where he fucked the twins.

"Not in their ass, though I see you rather like that, Alice," he confidently remarked as to where Roland's four fingers were.

"You ever tried more than one in there?" he provocatively enquired.

"Are you, and on behalf of John, volunteering?" I once more rose to a challenge. Not for one second caring if he was, or what the twins were doing, and with John.

Directing Steve closer, and with the other two frigging my cunt and ass, I took his passable cock meat into my mouth and tasted the twin's pussy essence.

"Yes, oh God, Alice," Steve enthralled, as I sucked his dick while considering his suggestion, if only for my pussy.

Having soon removed his fingers from my rectum, I then felt the head of Roland's trouser snake push against my anus. Managing to free myself from Steve, I turned my head towards Roland and told him to take it easy with me, before reposing myself in order to suck on Steve, only to discover that John had joined us.

‘Oh Christ! The twins! Oh well, more for me,' I thought, and realised that, my pussy and ass are going to be well and truly fed. Talking of which, I got Richard to slide up, some, and then feed his erect cock into my wet quim so that I could fuck myself up and down it.

Presently lifting my head up, my hands resting on Richard's chest for balance, I opened my mouth. Then, and with a suggestive look, I invited both Steve and John to fill it, which one of them amiably did while the other one held my head still as I rode up and down on the cocks in my ass and cunt.

"Emmf, emmf," I vociferated, with neither of them showing signs of cumming.

Moving around, and noting my reluctance to suck cock that's been in someone's ass, Steve and John lay on the floor in a scissors position and with both their erections touching one another.

Having helped me to kneel over them, the other two slowly lowered me down onto what was a thickish cock, one which I worked myself up and down on before coming to a stop with them both buried inside my very open and exposed pussy.

Reaching around, John, the one in front, opened my ass cheeks, and since Roland was stood beside me, it was Richard's cock meat that I felt slide into my ass.

"Oh yes, fuck, that's lovely. Why don't you...the twins," I suggested to Roland, as the three cocks filling me up went to work on releasing the climax, which I sensed building up within me.

"Okay, but I'll be back later to fill your mouth, Alice," Roland said, of his cock cream.

"You better," I almost insisted, as my orgasm welled up inside me.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes, aha, aha, aha, fuck me, FUCK ME!" I cried out, slamming myself down on their cocks as I exploded.

"Oh wow, Jane, chocolate dick, your favourite," Asher enthused, from someway above me.

With their three cocks deep inside me, I slowly gyrated myself around on them. "Em, fuck, yes, Richard, this is so fucking lovely," I enthralled, as my juices permeated from my open quim.

Edging his upper body to his right, Steve asked if he could have a taste - no doubt of my pussy. Lifting myself up a bit so that he could leave me, John motioned me back down; whereupon, I felt the head of Steve's cock against my perineum on its way to join Richard's in my butt.

"Hold on..." I started to say, then: "Oh Christ!" as it entered me. "Oh fuck, now, now I'm full," I proclaimed, and settled back to have them fuck the shit out of me.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck. That's it, like that, fuck your cocks into my ass and cunt," I insistently encouraged them, as another climax welled up inside me.

Over on the table, Jane was getting her butt ploughed by Roland: "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass with your big black dick," she told him, while what Asher was doing, I'll have to leave to your imagination.

Having infused me with another orgasm - I had know idea I could cum so much - Richard helped me and then the others up, and then directed me to the table.

Helping me up and laying me down with my butt part hanging over the edge, Richard has John, who's yet to fuck my ass, fetch some grapes. Leaving him to do that, Richard moved my legs back some and knelt down.

Opening my luscious and meaty fuck flesh (labia), Richard slowly licked my juices from my very wet pussy.

"Exquisite taste," he remarked.

Taking two of the grapes from John, he placed one between his teeth and the other part way inside my ass and told me to squeeze it.

Reposing himself as I did so, I first feel the juice of the one in my butt trickle inside me, followed by the other one splashing on my exposed cunt.

"F-u-u-u-ck!" I languidly exclaimed.

Presently, Asher crawled across the table. Then, having knelt behind my head, she lowered her mouth towards mine and kissed me, just before Richard's noticeable cock entered my anus and, in doing so, pushed the remnant of the grape inside me; after which, he cleaved his ram rod deep into my ass.

"Emnng," I murmured, as, wanting to get as much of it as I could, I moved my legs back and against my midriff, as best I was able to considering my ample, and cuddly physique.

Soon taking her tongue and lips from mine, I encouraged Richard to fuck my ass harder and deeper before Asher lowered her shaved quim to my mouth. (Okay, so Mary and I are this close as well.)

Leant over me, she ground her lush cunt against my explorative tongue, all the while planting soft wet kisses down my body, eventually reaching my curly raven thatch, which she soon parted and wormed her tongue inside.

Climbing on the table to join us, Steve genuflected behind Asher and slid his phallus into her exposed butt. Then, as Richard fucked my ass with his lovely long cock and Asher and I did likewise to the other's pussy with our tongues, I watched Steve as he fucked his cock meat in and out of Asher's tight little pink asshole.

Having taken himself from me, Richard and John helped me off the table, only to then turn me around and have me bend over it, my nipples hardening as they touched the cold surface, which caused me to intake breath: "Sitthh, em."

Moments later, and with Jane sitting in front of me so that I could tongue her snatch, I felt some cool liquid, olive oil in fact, drip on my rump. After massaging the refreshingly erotic substance over my buttocks, I felt a hand slap both of my ass cheeks, causing me to jolt forward onto Jane's quim, which is almost naked except for a hazel tuft above her clit.

"Pull on it, Alice," she directed me, as another two slaps landed on my exposed rump.

Since Jane was in front of me, I realised it must be my dark knight who's pleasurably spanking me, and invitingly moved my hands behind me so that Roland could again fuck my ass. ‘God, that's fucking thick,' I thought to myself, about the length, as it pushed inside me, followed immediately by hands around my waist as whoever it was fucked me hard and incredibly deep.

"Yes, oh fuck, yes, oh God, your cock's deep in my ass, it's so fucking deep in my ass," I cried out wantonly.

Having soon vacated my well fucked backside, another one took his place, spearing his phallus into my receptive butt before commencing vigorously fucking me.

"Huh, huh, huh, yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, more, more," I squirmed and squealed. After that, another three pounded my butt, making it five in all when there were only four of them to begin with.

"Hello, Alice," Mary said, from the other side of the table.

"Wha, what?" I sheepishly enquired, from having, and still getting my ass humped by the mystery caller. Then I realise...

"It's your birthday next week, Alice," Mary announced. "Monday to be precise," she continued, "so this is a bit of a surprise present from me and..."

"Manuel, who's no doubt the one ploughing my rump, and doing it quite well I might add. The others, though?" I enquired, as Manuel profoundly fucked my ass.

"Students from the class I took," Mary informed me.

"It's a pity, you didn't, have Manuel, fuck, my cunt, first, I'd, just love, to suck, his lovely, fucking cock," I enthused, as he repeatedly lanced himself deep inside my butt.

"Don't worry, Alice, you still can," she coyly assured me.

"Oh fuck, yes, Manuel, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, good," I cried out, as another climax once again began to engulf me.

Upon removing himself from my rectum, Mary placed a chair beside the table and had me sit on it. "There you go, Alice, more comfortable than kneeling down," she said, before taking her mac off, revealing that she was only wearing stay up stockings beneath it.

As he then stepped forward, I noticed Manuel's engorged cock was wrapped in cling film. "Think of it as a present that needs to be unwrapped," Mary elucidated, from behind the chair, only to then lean over it to caress my breasts while someone behind her fucked her ass.

Unpeeling the film, which I let fall to the ground, Mary moved her hands to my arms, saying: "No hands, Alice, give yourself to him, to pleasure," as she continued to get her shapely butt pleasured by cock.

With Mary holding my arms against the rests of the chair, I opened my mouth to receive Manuel's long thick phallus, of which he fed the first third into my mouth, thereby allowing me to become accustomed to it's girth.

"Emmf, emmf, emmf," I mumbled, as I started to suck on it before moving my head forwards to take some more.

Presently consuming all of Manuel's lovely thick Spanish sabre, I bobbed my head back and forth on it. Then someone, one of the two male students, called out: "Cake!"

Just then, and with Manuel close to cumming, Asher produced a small cake, enough for four, covered with marzipan.

"Where's the frosting?" I exclaimed concernedly.

"Coming right up, Alice," Mary assured me.

And with that, Manuel shot his sticky cock cream over the cake. After that, Jane and Asher sucked Richard, John and Steve's cocks before directing them to add their creamy spunk to my birthday cake.

Turning my attention to Roland with some disappointment, as he said he'd ‘fill my mouth up later,' Mary intimated that the evening was still young as the cake, now cut into four sticky pieces, was offered to me to take a piece, before Mary and the twins took theirs.

"Are you two really twins?" I asked them, what with the surprise deception and all.

"Oh yes, why, does it shock you, Alice?" they both replied, referring to that which I cannot explain.

"God no. If it feels good...do it, is my motto, and this evening, and for the first time, I had two cocks in my pussy and ass," I told them, before licking the plate clean of the men's cum.

Nudging me on the shoulder, Roland directed his erect cock towards me.

"Sorry, Roland, that's..."

"Been washed," Mary averred, "and dipped in. Well, you taste it and see," she said, without restraining my arms.

Resting the palms of my hands on my thighs, Asher knelt inbetween them. Then, and having parted my petals with her nimble fingers, she flicked her hot tongue up and down my slit as I took Roland's exquisite ‘dark meat' into my mouth and tasted: the coconut milk and chocolate on it.

"Emmn, emmnn," I approvingly mumbled, as I let him fuck my mouth while Asher then Jane and finally Mary, tongue fucked my pussy to three wonderful orgasms before Roland, having taken himself from me, fires his final and third load into my mouth while the others sang: "happy birthday..."

The end.