FRESH MEATS
FRESH MEATS
He was twenty-nine years old. Dionysius, or Dion to his close friends was the most eligible bachelor in town. His age was just the perfect age to have a wife and raise a family. His having a good education, a high-end job, and coming from a well-to do and respected family in his hometown, was a perfect resume for a lifetime partner.
He was quite good-looking too, with his pointed nose, thick brows and a pair of dark brown mesmerizing eyes. His countenance was exuding with oozing sex appeal.
Having a deep dimple on his left cheek, he always had that ever bright and be-dimpled smile on his kissable lips.
Standing at 5 feet and 11 inches tall, a fair-white skin, and a muscular body; he had that killer look enough to attract swooning and admiring women in droves.
He maintains his athletic body through his regular ‘exercise’. But this ‘exercise’ was not being done in the gym or at the outdoors. He was doing this inside the comfort of his condo, inside his cool-airconditioned room. He would do it on his bed with a sexual partner. He actually called it his ‘sexcercise’.
At his age, he had too many experiences he could boast of. These experiences were mainly about his sexcapades. He was constantly on the look-out for a vulnerable woman wanting to share a one-night-stand. Hunting for a desirable woman was his secret passion.
“What else are you looking for, for a woman to have, for you to settle down?” his close friends would ask.
“Why should I get married, when so much women are around waiting to be fucked, without the complexities of marriage?” this was always his answer.
“I am just not the marrying type,” he avows.
And one of Dion’s many assets in trapping a woman to his bed was his natural sex appeal. He was imbued with such animalistic sex appeal that made women drawn to him like pins to a magnet. He was a great lover. A virtuoso in his own right in the art of making love.
Aside from having a sweetened tongue, he also knew how to use his hands and his mouth in pleasuring his woman. He knew exactly where to put his hands and his lips on a woman’s body to ignite her passion and desires. They would literarily melt from his touch and kisses.
He prided himself being a compleat lover. Boasting that every woman he had made love to, were totally satisfied with his performance, was not far from the truth. They were overwhelmed with orgasmic pleasure after each fucking session with him.
This was because, aside from his adeptness in love making, he was also richly endowed with an oversize fucking rod. When totally aroused, his generous endowment would grow to more than eight inches in length and more than an inch in diameter.
The women he had in his bed could swear that Dion was born a legendary lover. He was a mating god. A fucking legend.
But aside from his passion for women, Dion has another passion in life. And in this too, he could also be considered as a guru.
Aside from his passion for fucking women, he was also a passionate cook. Since his childhood days, he had a passion for cooking.
He came from a family who amassed their wealth and their fame by cooking. His family-owned strings of franchises of restaurant chains was a booming business.
He was often told by his late father that his great grandfather started his business by winning a nationwide-television cook-fest contest. Although, his great, great grand father was an immigrant from Europe.
He complimented his passion for cooking by finishing Culinary Arts in a famous London school. And he was acclaimed as a meat connoisseur since then. His taste buds and olfactory nerves were so sensitive in recognizing the texture and the kind of meat he was preparing or tasting. And he was adept too on how to cut and cook these meats to perfection.
“The secret of delicious cooking or grilling meat lies on the proper preparation of the meat,” he would advise neophyte chefs.
“And it also helps to know the way on how to temper the heat and the fire to slowly cook the meat to make it tender and easy to chew…”
It can be said that Dion’s ultimate passion was on meats. He had meats delicacies in his menu and most culinary dishes he prepared for his weekly culinary television show.
He was an expert and a connoisseur when it comes to meats and animal flesh. Just like he was an expert and connoisseur on virgin pussies.
“Can I have your autograph on this poster Sir?” the girl was asking for him to sign a poster of him.
She was from their live audience in the studio for their just concluded culinary art show. She was wearing her school uniform which was a culinary arts uniform from a well-known university in Vito Cruz.
With his expert and knowing eyes, he was estimating the girl’s age. She was a young meat. Maybe more than eighteen years of age. She was a Chinese mestiza. Petite, and slim. The way she giggled and threw her glances, Dion could guess that she was a virgin.
She could warm his bed tonight given the right circumstances.
“Will you consider having a dinner with me tonight in my condo?” he whispers to her as he signed his name at the back of his poster she was holding.
“Are you serious Sir?” he could see her eyes glistening. She was star-struck.
He called Emmie, his assistant and asked for his calling card.
“Please call my number before 6:00 pm tonight so I’ll know if you’ll come. Dinner shall be at 8:00 pm.,” he tells her as he gave her his calling card. He turned his back to her without hearing her comment.
She knew, he was not expecting ‘no’ as her answer to his invitation.
When he got her call, he started his preparation. He had some ready ingredients to cook for his coming visitor. Some tenderloin steaks for two. Buttered oysters. Finely-cut fresh tuna for Sashimi dish. Mushroom soup, and a bottle of cognac. He had also especial side dishes and desserts. A sumptuous dinner for a fresh meat.
Dion knew that when his visitor had accepted his invitation, she was also prepared for the eventualities that could happen afterwards.
He was looking at the clock when his door bell rang. She was prompt at less than a minute before eight in the evening.
She was still star-struck when she stepped inside his condo. His trained nose had smelled the freshness of his visitor. Her fragrance was caressing his nostrils. He noticed she was more beautiful when she was not in her school uniform.
She was dressed in semi-formal attire. He knew she was affluent. It showed in the manner she was dressed. Her skirt and blouse were designer’s clothes. She was wearing a light make-up too. And the scent of her perfume was exquisitely pleasing to his nostrils.
“I am still in utter disbelief Sir,” she gasps as he ushered her to the dining room.
“Just call me Dion, we’re not in the classroom,” he tells her in jest.
They seated at the table facing each other.
“Thank you, Sir—uhmmm, Dion…” she smiles, “please call me Mirla.”
He poured her cup with the chilled wine. “Do you drink?” he asks.
“It’s not much its only cognac, just to make us enjoy the food better,” he seemed to explain.
“I do sometimes. But it is mostly beer,” she admitted.
They were curiously looking at each other whenever one was not looking as they ate and drank. It was their way of trying to guess what each of them were thinking.
“We’ll go at the sala to digest the food we ate and finish this drink while we chat,” Dion tells Mirla when they finished their dinner.
They finished two cups of the sweet wine when he made his move. Dion knew that even with an uninitiated woman; she had to prepare her meat to make it more tempting. Her scent was all over him.
But, unknown to both of them, they were to engage in the act of copulation because this was dictated by Mirla’s reproductive system. Her inner feminine sexuality had sent its subtle signal to Dion that she was fertile. That there were egg cells in her reproductive system ready to be fertilized by male sperm cells. And this fertilization could give birth to a new meat.
He pulled her beside him. He cradled her on his lap. It was clear to both of them that when she accepted his invitation for an intimate dinner at his condo, she was ready for everything that could happen between them.
There were many instances like this, when two people would indulge in sex even if this was only the first time they met. The motivation between the two of them could differ. For Mirla, it was a dream come true. A fantasy of having someone who was being adored and sought for by millions of fans out there watching his weekly television show. She couldn’t care, even if this could only be a part of his game.
Dion’s motivation was simply he wanted her. Her fresh meat was what he wanted.
She cradled on his lap as they started to kiss. She was feeling the heat in her groin. The wine she had drank was removing her inhibitions. Mirla, even at her young age was modern and liberated. She was the only daughter of a wealthy Chinese tycoon whose business interests were on hotels and restaurants. That was the reason why Mirla was interested in Culinary Arts, as she was also enrolled in Hotel and Restaurant Management.
“You smell so fragrant…and you are so beautiful,” Dion whispers in Mirla’s ear as he kissed her earlobes. He was starting to arouse her as he had his hand inside her blouse. He was touching her soft breast as he groped her inside her bra. She was starting to feel the heat.
Their tender kisses gave way to passionate and torrid kiss. And in no time, she found herself with nothing except her panties. Dion was the same. He was only in his underwear. And Mirla was still cradled on his lap with both his cock and her pussy rubbing with their underwear on. This tickled them both. And their lusts were brimming and peaking.
His cock was fully erect now as its head was showing out from his brief. Mirla was fully aroused now too. She could feel her wet pussy becoming totally hot and her clit was so aroused. She kept on moving her pussy to rub it on Dions rock-hard cock. Dion was busy cupping and sucking her breasts alternately.
“Dion…ohhhh…” she moans.
“Ohhhh… Uhmmmppp…”
“Dion… ahhhhh. Suck it…”
“Fuck…ohhh…”
She was writhing in uncontrollable lust. Her erotic moans were filling the air-conditioned room.
“Dion, I’m coming,” she deliriously whispered.
She felt she couldn’t hold it any longer. She felt her pulsating pussy could burst with the pressure inside her. And they were still with their under wears on.
She could feel her squirting juices overflowing from her pussy as it soaked her panties. It was a seismic eruption of orgasmic pleasure. The feeling left her in an exhilarating ecstasy.
But Dion was not finished yet. He carried her to the nearby couch. He tenderly laid her at the center of the couch. He was gazing at her tempting body. He gently removed her panties. Her hairy mound was a sight to behold. They were both trembling with lusts and desires.
He was trembling with lust looking at the delicious fresh meat between Mirla’s legs ready for his partaking.
She was shivering both from lust and fear of what his huge cock could do to her virgin pussy. She was trembling out of the anticipated pain and pleasure of feeling for the first time how a cock could feel inside her mound.
Dion knew she was a virgin. And he knew exactly what to do to make her first, more of pleasure and ecstasy than a painful experience.
He parted her beautiful legs and dove between them.
“Dion… ohhhh…”
She moans in sheer pleasure when his tongue touched her labia’s opening.
“Ohhhh…uhhhmmm…”
She trembled when his tongue reached her clit.
“Fuck… ohhh Dionnn…”
She grunted in delight when he started lapping her pussy up and down. She cried and moaned as his expert mouth suck at her clit while his hand was mashing her breast and gently squeezing her tits. She could feel her arousal was rising up again.
He knew she was again peaking with her arousal. And he was too. He quickly removed his brief. Mirla was watching with bated breath as he parted her legs holding on to his huge cock that was ready to prick her tight pussy open.
She closed her eyes and bit her lips as she felt his hard cock pushing her pussy lips open. She pushed back as he was trying to push it in.
“Be gentle Dion,” she was not able to word her thoughts as she felt the pain of him pushing his hard cock into hers.
She steadued her ass as he pushed deeper. He was grunting as she gasped for air while he pulled and pushed and pulled again. She spread her legs wider as if doing so would lessen the pain.
But, Dion’s hard cock had broken open her hymen. Her body had summoned the lubrication built-in in her pussy. Soon she was well lubricated. His throbbing cock was able to rub her G-spot. She was starting to feel the ecstasy of feeling a cock filling her warm and wanting pussy.
“Dion… ohhhh…”
“Uhhhmmm…Uhhmmpp…Uhmmm…”
She felt his thrusts was starting to up its tempo. He was grunting as he pushed deeper with his every thrust. She could feel her arousal rising and ebbing. Yet the tempo was making her pussy building up another pleasurable pressure inside her. This pressure was pushing again her juices as her lust quadrupled. She was responding to his thrusts. And he could feel that Mirla was pushing her hips up whenever he pushed his cock deeper.
“Dion, I’m coming again…” she moans.
It was now of lustful pleasure and delirious ecstatic delight. She was whispering in his ears what he was wanting to hear.
Dion was nearing too with his climax. His cock was beginning to tremble. His whole body was quivering with overwhelming lust. He knew he needed to release the load in his groin. He quickened his tempo. He held her feet up putting them on each side of his shoulder and pushed for one more time to pierce her pussy deeper and off-load his semen into hers.
“Uhhhmmm… Uhhh… Mirla--- I’m coming…”
She felt an avalanche of cascading bursts of squirts filling her pussy as she squirted herself. She gasped as he grunted while they shared the seismic eruption of their orgasms.
It was just another ‘sexercise’ for Dion. He wanted no more out of this after this was finished. But they repeated the ritual until they felt satisfied that they had expended all their juices.
But, their copulation could give birth to another flesh. Another meat for one to partake.
TO BE CONTINUED…
