“I thought that you would have already notice. And since you’ve been enjoying everything I’ve made recently…”
“…”
Okay, the things is that, he wasn’t wrong.
I may not have been fully honest about the whole situation. While it may have sounded like I was offended at his actions after figuring out what he’d been doing, that wasn’t entirely the case. Like he’d said, I’ve been properly finishing all of his meals from day one, and that included long after it had started tasting funny. Yes, a part of me had indeed felt strange about consuming another guy’s jizz, however, I hadn’t stopped even when I had the suspicion in my head. Obviously I hadn’t confronted the suspect about it until now either. The fact of the matter was that, eating everything he made with the thought that I was actually consuming the cum of such a cute, foxy Femboy made me feel… things.
“You should dig in before it gets cold.”
His fox ears perked up, his tail wagging leisurely side to side, Kitt doesn’t break his cute and innocent image that I can’t be sure now is an act or not. In response, I look towards the dish, that lonely slice of pie like a raft afloat in a lake of smelly femboy milk. I shouldn’t, I really shouldn’t. It was bad enough that I’d let him feed me food tainted in something so filthy for so long, that would be nothing compared to consuming it directly. Yet even as I try to rationalize this in my mind, my hand grasps my fork and moves it to the pie prepped in prick sauce.
The pie is really just regular apple pie made by the Foxboy’s own hands as I cut into it with my fork. At the same time, said femboy’s creamy semen oozes and seeps into the space made by my cut. The head of my fork is already fully submerged by the time I pick up the piece of pie, and I literally lift it out of a pool of viscous cock milk. I feel it threatening to drip off the pie on my fork that’s fully coated in a thick, viscous layer of nut. It’s sperm-filled colour such that the caramelized apples appear cloudy and smeared. The scent is even stronger as I bring it towards my face. There is hardly the scent of apple pie anymore, only the thick odour of ejaculate fresh and warm from my personal maid’s dick and balls.
I really shouldn’t, to eats his cock goo would be a great insult as his master and an affront to my dignity as a noble. Besides that, I’m supposed to be straight, I’d never thought about a guy that way and had even been planning for a future after whatever marriage is arranged by my parents. Yet these seemingly rational thoughts can’t delay the advance of my fork as I bring it towards my open mouth.
“Mnnf…”
His warm, soupy nut drips on my tongue even before I close my mouth, and instantly I’m beholden to a flavour that’s countless times stronger than from any of the food he’s served me until now! A rich salty, bitter taste spreads on my tastebuds as I close my mouth, the compressed space causing the spunk coating the piece of pie to smear the inside of my mouth even more. The taste is as strong as the smell that makes my nose twitch, in fact that smell is already beginning to penetrate into my nasal passage just from taking the fox fluid into my maw. I can’t even taste the pie really as it’s so coated in the fresh jizz.
I honestly don’t know how to feel, after more than a week of eating what he’d mixed into my food, now my mouth held the Foxboy’s ejaculated load directly. My mouth remains closed as it melts on my tongue, oozes on my tastebuds, and finally makes way for the pie inside that’s supposed to be the main event of this breakfast.
“How is it, master?”
CHWK~ CHWK~
Whatever Kitt felt from watching me consciously stuff his cock milk into my mouth, the Femboy simply brings his smiling face close and asks like a chef looking for critique. Rather than the actual taste, it’s the very idea of it that has me in such turmoil, eating my own maid’s fresh semen off a plate as breakfast. That isn’t to say that the taste wasn’t strong though, as I’ve already described. It was obviously a taste that I was truly experiencing for the first time, one that didn’t compare to having it mixed into the ingredients of my regular food.
Be that as it may, I don’t even see spitting it out as an option. I steel myself and begin to chew my meal of apple pie and cock custard. Surprisingly enough, the harsh salty/bitter taste actually compliments the slightly sweet and tart apple pie. The texture of sperm soup against the crust of the pie makes for a surprisingly pleasant eating experience outside of the tongue-tingling taste and nose-piercing scent of jizz. Then again I guess that’s what custard is meant for, right? The inside of my mouth feels slimy from the nut, I chew and chew, drawing out all the flavour of my maid boy’s spunk until I finally swallow the first fork full of my bukkake breakfast. I feel it slide down my throat and into my belly before what I’m left with is tiny bits of pie crust on my colours and semen residue all over the rest of my mouth.
“How was it, delicious?”
He asks again with a toothy smile that’s now more mischievous than anything. Honestly, to answer his question, no, it wasn’t delicious. I know I said that the flavours complimented each other, however in the end it was mostly the taste of cum that had been filling my mouth, a taste that I’ve now come to confirm wasn’t all that great. It certainly wasn’t among the better things I’ve tasted, which is only natural seeing as it came from someone’s balls. Be that as it may,
SHLCKCHK~
“I see you like it.”
No, I really don’t, at least not the actual taste. However that doesn’t stop me from going for another bite. It feels like I can’t help it, humans are a species that normally don’t like putting things in their mouths that don’t taste good, however humans also regularly partook in alcohol and drugs that were bad for them and were unpleasant to consume, simply for the pleasure. Already it felt like a guilty pleasure, one that had me actively dip the torn off chunk of apple pie deeper into the Femboy’s warm cock cream as if to soak up more. It certainly seems like that had done the trick as the pie comes out with such a thick, viscous glob of cloudy nut coating it that it was almost unrecognizable as apple pie. The scent of the warm ball slop seems even stronger as I bring it to my face and open mouth. I know that my tongue didn’t appreciate the last bite, yet I submerge my tastebuds in it anyway as I close my mouth over the cum-coated pie.
“Mff~…” CHWK~
Yeah, that’s definitely not a flavour I can confidently say I enjoy. Man was clearly not made to consume the ejaculate of others, but naturally my jaws keep moving as the taste of Foxboy nut with hints of apple pie spreads in my mouth. Man, that smell really drives home that it was shot from someone’s dick just like the taste does. It’s a smell that I find a bit unpleasant probably because I’m also a guy, a guy that has had to enjoy the company of my own hand before my marriage is finalized. It inevitably causes me to think of what Kitt had to do to produce this “special sauce” of his. And as I think about it, as I savour the taste and smell of the resulting, potent load in my own mouth and nose, I feel a familiar feeling in my own crotch, one that’s maintained even as I swallow Kitt’s spunk for the second time.