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In the life of every artist there is that moment where you strives for more. I'm no exception. with 20, I earned my third star as a cook. Ten years I've cooked for many great stars before I've start looking for new challenges. I have traveled all over the world to learn true perfection. My search wasn't successful. One day I gave up, after that I concentrated on training new talented cooks. Well.  Now I'm 48 and still feel empty. The perfect dish! I still not have found it… But there was this one moment on my trip, I was close… It was possibly the best I have ever eaten. At that time I was too shocked and didn’t really realize it. Especially since it is forbidden here. But I always remember the sweet taste in my mouth. It may be difficult to understand, but I have to try it again!  After all these years I finally have the courage. But whom shall I take? Why  I tell you all this? Well I think I've found her!

She stands right in front of me. A very talented student, a very talented cook. Maybe one of the best students I've ever had. However, I am interested in her other talents! She is 24 years old, 1.72 meters tall, has long nut brown hair and green easy. Her breasts are not the largest, but her brown jacket is very beneficial. Underneath her long tight jeans, her butt also looks well shaped. Her snub nose and cheeks make her look very cute, which will be also very important for the presentation… "Professor taste my sauce this bad? You look very dismissive." She asked me, apparently, very disappointed.  I have forgotten that we still have lessons. Jackson one of my more untalented students had sipped sauce on her apron. That's why I've noticed her perfection in the first place! "No, your sauce is very good miss Harper! Creative use of vanilla, you  surpass my expectations." I answer honestly. "I don’t know, I think something is missing." she acts embarrassed. She is a very self-critical student. Another sign of a good cook. Maybe it would be a waste to cook her.  But will I get a better chance? The students look at me questioningly. Maybe I should finish the lesson for today. ” Enough for today, next time I will show you how to make a good pudding"”

Finally I am in my private room. Sweat is on my forehead “Puh I really consider to cook her?” At the sight of her body, I was sure it would be a good idea. But now I have a clear mind. "I really should not eat students!" But i taste the heavenly flesh again.  The friendly chief gave me his own daughter. It was wrong, I know that. But again and again I am tempted. it was so good … “How would I catch her anyway? She's clever, I can’t just ask her to follow me!” It was a bad idea, I should just go home and sleep about it. Still in discord, I grab my jacket and my sleeping pills. It could be a hard night. I am one of the last to leave the school. Fortunately, I have a general key and can close the doors. The weather today is very bad, it shakes like a waterfall and at regular intervals the thunder bangs. I quickly get to my car. I want to leave, but in the corner of my eye I see her crouch. She is hiding under a roof and has her hands on her eyes. The fate give me a sign?

She is frightened by another thunder. She was completely in panic, so I took her back to school. Drenched, she sits on my chair. She even looks more seductive now. Tears are in her eyes. "I'm sorry Professor, can we stay a little?" It really seems as if fate would give me a wink.  "No problem, we can stay as long as you want  miss Harper" It is very difficult to hide my anticipation.  I feel a bit like Hannibal.  "You may call me Melanie." She tries to swallow her fear. "Then you may call me Oliver!" I try to sound reassuring. “ It looks like the storm will going on for a while, can I help you  somehow? " She wipes the last tears out of her eyes, a renewed thunder lowers her courage anyway she says. "Can we cook something, I'm hungry ..." Her cough interrupts her own words.  Everything goes perfectly and I don’t even have to do something!  "Melanie, you should change first, do you have spare clothes? I'll take over the cooking, you should rest for now!” I order as a teacher. She only nods. "Okay then we meet in the kitchen?" She nods again. she still seems to be very panicky.

"Fuck it, I'll do it!" I say to myself. I had doubted for another five minutes. The ingredients are quickly ready, actually only the meat is missing ... The stove should also be large enough, i notice when I turn it on. For my Masterplan only one step is missing. I cook some milk and make my famous  hot chocolate. In addition to of course noble chocolate, I add cinnamon and a powerful shot of red wine. The most important ingredient are two of my sleeping pills. It should be enough to put her to sleep. For me it normally only takes  half a pill. After 10 more minutes she comes back. She wears a long shirt that covers her legs and a towel that she  additionally wrapped around her belly. She seems shy, but she seems to trust me. "Oliver, thank you for being here, I ruined your whole evening" I smile at her while I give her the hot chocolate. "No, I enjoy your company, you are a good student and a good girl." Thankfully, she drinks .. "I love your chocolate."  "Everyone loves my chocolate!" I reply loosely. I think it will take some time for the pills to work. I should use the time to prepare everything, so I start to cut the vegetables. "What are you cooking?" She ask yawning, she looks curious. Almost 100% honestly I answer. "A honey roast, with healthy vegetables"  "A roast,?I thought we should not keep meat in school?" She asked incredulously. She is right, you should get meat from the butcher, just before the preparation. However fresher as my meat, it doesn’t go!  "you're right! The meat was in the refrigerator. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get any fresh flesh. "I try to sound sad.  Melanie yawns again. "I'm tired..." I almost have to laugh. "Don’t worry, I wake you up when the food is ready." It doesn’t take long, before she falls asleep.

I wait 10 minutes to be absolutely sure that she sleeps before I go to the next step. Now I no longer doubt. It's  too perfect! Carefully I place her on the table. She doesn’t weigh much, well, I've got her all for myself, so she will provide enough meat!  I use the moment to admire her cute sleeping face. Then I remove the towel. "That was the best idea I ever had." Carefully I put her arms over her head. Slowly I pull her shirt up, she should not wake up, but better safe than sorry! Now she only wears her panties, she apparently had no spare Bh. Her round breasts look inviting. I will soon enough get my change to knead … Something over-zealous I remove her panties. Fortunately, she does not wake up. It just runs too perfect! She has already shaved down. So I can save myself a step. I'm no expert, but I think her vagina should taste particularly good. I could just bite now. But I have to pull myself together! I go to the sink and take the sponge. she maybe looks  clean, but  nevertheless you should always clean your meat. as with any roast I wash every part of her body. With her feet I take the most time, because they have touched the ground. I hear the clicking of the oven. I think it's time to be serious!

I place the baking dish next to her and then I oil up my hands. I would love to bind her now, but it is important that I really oil her completely. Greedily I knead her body, finally I can touch her breasts. They are perfectly shaped as expected, a cook can feel things like this. I work my way down and use the moment to test her vagina. tender meat, it is clearly the highlight!  I turn her around, her back does not offer too much meat, but her ham looks yummy. This was fun, but now I should captivate her! I put her on the belly in the baking form, then i begin to tie her up.  I tie her hands on her back and connect them with her feet. I also tie her hair together so it doesn't burn.  To be absolutely sure she is helpless, I put an apple into her mouth. Amazed, I realize that she looks much more delicious this way. I should remember that. I take a meat thermometer and put it in her butt. I should remember that too! The preparation is almost finished. I put the prepared vegetables beside her. Then I take the honey sauce in my hand. It is this moment that she actually wakes up, but it is already too late for her!

"Good morning, sleepyhead. Try not to defend yourself it's too late! You were a good student, but I just have to try the Ultimate dish. It must be an honor for you. " She tries to fight anyway. But the effect of the sleeping pills has not let up yet. It is hopeless. I enjoy her repose while I apply the rest of the honey sauce. Finally I can put her into the oven. "Goodnight sleepyhead"  I say while I close the oven.   She tries to fight for a while. But at some point she gives up. It takes a really long time before she is finished. it is a tough ordeal. Women really need a long time to fry. but it is a very cute sight to watch her die. It takes  an hour before she finally falls asleep. Until she is really finished,  two more hours pass. To the sweet scent and the golden brown color I recognize that she is finally finished. I Place her on the table and start eating immediately. Her breasts taste heavenly. But also her normal meat is not bad. As expected, her vagina is the highlight. ... but still .... There is still something missing! Do not get me wrong. She is the best I've eaten for a long time. But I have the feeling that you can get more out of women meat! Possibly it needs a volunteer! Or a better recipe! “I will look for a new girl and next time it will be perfect!” I pack all the remains of Melanie  into a tupper can,
so that no evidence remains. My true journey has just begun!
I wanted to write a story from the viewpoint of the cook, hope you like it
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poserhorror Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
may i alowed to make a picturestory from your text? you can tell me how the characters look like ;-) 
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mrcaos Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Klar darfst du. :)
Melanie hab ich ja schon  beschrieben.  Glaub ihre Kleider kann ich noch genauer beschreiben: In Untericht trägt sie natürlich Schwarze Schuhe, eine weiße Kochjacke und eine enge blaue Jeans.  Später nach den umziehen trägt sie nur noch ein Pinkes T Shirt und für dich weiße Socken;)
Ihre Unterwäsche ist simple... ( schließlich war das alles ja nicht geplant.)

Oliver, also der Koch, hat schwarzes gepflegtes Haar und ist von großer Statur.
Er hat eine markante Nase, Braune ernste Augen keinen Bart und erste Falten ( er ist ja schon fast 50). Als Sterne Koch, hat er natürlich einen gesunden Körperbau und kräftige Arme. Er trägt die ganze Zeit ein klassisches Koch Outfit.
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poserhorror Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
stimmt ich iddie, kann ha deutsch tippen, gibts die geschichte auch in deutsch? 
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mrcaos Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Leider nicht. Meistens schreibe ich von vorneherein in english.  Durch die vielen unterschiedlichen bedeutungen, ist es oftmals leichter, eine Geschichte von vorneherein auf die englishe Sprache zu zu schneiden:)

Ps: Als Student der technischen Informatik, ist mir auch jede Gelegenheit Recht, english zu üben^^
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poserhorror Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Kein Thema, würde deinen text ja ohnehin in Englisch übernehmen :-)
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poserhorror Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
love this storyidea :-)
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