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relationship to real people or events. However it was inspired by
recent reports of 'snail caviar' making a comeback in swanky
restaurants.

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Caviar d'Homme {Riv Yavtry} (mf, MF)

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Before I was fifteen I had plenty of friends who happened to be
girls but nobody I could really label as a girlfriend. There were
plenty of girls at school I lusted after; precocious Monica with the
huge tits, the athletic Grace with the really fit body who was on the
cheerleading team, and especially Clarissa, whose millionaire father
had grown up in the area and was sending her to his alma mater to
keep her feet on the ground prior to an exclusive European finishing
school, Clarissa with the immaculate face and blonde hair, and
designer label clothes. All way out of my league.

My name is Jeff. I was just an average teenager, a very average
teenager.

When a boy gets to fifteen he really needs to have a girlfriend or
the party invites just don't happen. You know how it is when you have
to pair up with lab partners and everyone else seems to pair up until
there's just you and another unpopular kid, and you end up with them
by default? That's how I got paired up with Dawn, Dawn who lived in
my street, Dawn who I'd known since we were snotty-nosed kids
together at kindergarten.

I guess she wasn't that bad. She was a bit gawky and a late
developer so her tits were almost non-existent, but she had a
pleasant face and wasn't fat or smelly. Unfortunately her biggest
disadvantage was a very loud, braying laugh which would clear the
neighborhood of cats in ten seconds max. In truth we didn't have much
in common apart from our shared rejection; Dawn was a passionate
foodie with a discerning palate whereas I could have happily
subsisted on burger and chips, we liked different music, different
movies, different books, and different things made us laugh.

Having rampaging hormones, I was forever pressurising Dawn sexually,
and over a period of many months, little by little she yielded. First
she let me kiss her with closed lips, then open lips, then with
tongues. First she let me hug her, then cop a feel of her tiny
breasts over her clothes, then under her clothes, then at last she
let me take her t-shirt and bra off so I could play with her breasts
while she was topless, even letting me suck her nipples and make them
hard.

I guess I persisted with Dawn because I always hoped that one day
she'd let me get to third base. However for a long time she was
adamant about nothing below the waist. Eventually she plucked up
courage to feel my hard cock outside my pants, then inside my pants
but over my boxers, then inside my boxers. Finally she started giving
me hand jobs as a special treat, never more than once a week, and I
always had to shoot into a wad of tissue so I didn't get any jizz on
her.

My sixteenth birthday was an anti-climax in more than one sense, but
a couple of days later I was hanging out with Dawn in our private
place when she said that as a very special late birthday present
she'd give me a blowjob. However she made me promise to tell her when
I was about to cum because she didn't want any nasty stuff in her
mouth.

I can honestly say that was the worst blowjob of my life, and that's
saying something because I've had an awful lot of blowjobs including
quite a few bad ones. Dawn didn't have a clue what she was doing and
I didn't know how to help her. However rampaging sixteen-year-old
hormones, a hot, wet mouth and a hair-trigger make an irresistible
combination and before I knew it my first jet of cum was squirting
into Dawn's mouth.

She went ape-shit, retching and gagging and spitting, pounding me
with her fists and calling me all sorts of names, then she stalked
off in a rage. I decided to let her cool down for an hour or so then
I'd apologise. I tried to phone her but she wouldn't take my call,
then I went to her house but her parents wouldn't let me in, telling
me that Dawn didn't want to see me and it would be best if I stayed
away. 

At school Dawn completely blanked me. The other kids knew that we'd
had a falling out, although to Dawn's credit she didn't let on why.

After a fortnight or so I just wrote the relationship off as a
learning experience and started to look around for a new girlfriend.
I hadn't been in love with Dawn or anything so it wasn't that big a
deal emotionally

What happened next was a complete surprise. I was at my locker one
day, stowing some schoolbooks, when Dawn crept up behind me without
my noticing.

"Can I talk to you, Jeff? 

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Dawn took my stunned silence as an
invitation to continue.

"Look, I've been very unfair on you and I want to apologise. I know
you couldn't help what you did. Can you forgive me, so we can start
over?"

That led to a demeaning competition over who could apologise the
most humbly and profusely, but the upshot was that we were together
again. At Dawn's suggestion we agreed to meet up at our private place
again that evening. I knew a blowjob was out of the question but my
teenage hormones led me to hope for feel of her tits and a hand job.

Everything was going swimmingly, Dawn was topless and I was playing
with her tits, still relatively small but putting on a growth spurt,
and my cock was out of my pants with Dawn's hand slowly jacking me
off, enough to keep me hard but not enough to make me cum.

"I want to give you another blowjob," Dawn volunteered.

You could have knocked me down with a feather. I nearly spurted in
her hand there and then. My sixteen-year-old hormones were not about
to let me say 'no'.

The second blowjob was far superior. Dawn had obviously learnt how
to improve her technique, either by asking her friends or watching a
porn movie. I couldn't help but stroke her hair appreciatively as she
tantalised me with her tongue.

Feeling my groin start to tighten, I grasped Dawn's head tightly and
yanked my cock out of her mouth, just in time as it immediately
started squirting cum.

"Nooooo!" howled Dawn.

Presuming a second blowjob had gone wrong, my cock tried to shrink
to nothingness.

"What's wrong?" I asked, fearing the worst. "Did I get some on you?"

"No," said Dawn, recovering her self-control. "It's just that I've
been such a bitch that the least I could do was let you cum in my
mouth."

"That's okay, it was really good. I don't need to cum in your mouth.
I just wish I could make you feel this good too."

Actually I had even less idea how to perform cunnilingus than Dawn
had had with her first blowjob, but I figured that it might be a
lever towards actually fucking, my ultimate target.

"But I want you to cum in my mouth, I owe it to you."

My head tried to tell me there was something wrong with this
scenario, but my cock had made its own mind up and was rock hard
again and pointing right at Dawn's mouth. Dawn didn't need a second
invitation.

It was thanks to my rampant teenage hormones that it was even
possible for me to cum again, although I couldn't defy male
physiology completely so it took a lot longer than the first time. I
enjoyed every long minute of the ministrations of Dawn's newly
educated mouth and tongue, but eventually I felt my groin start to
tighten again.

"I'm about to cum," I warned her, but true to her word Dawn
continued to suck me off while I spurted my jizz into her mouth.

I fully expected Dawn to spit it out in disgust, but to my surprise
she swallowed it. She pulled a nasty face.

"Not as disgusting as I expected, almost tolerable," was her verdict.

The next few weeks were teenage-boy heaven. Every time we were alone
Dawn would pounce on me and imprison my cock in her welcoming mouth.
Dawn swallowed every time, although making a big thing of how it
didn't taste very nice and she was only doing it to make up for being
a bitch. Sometimes she was sucking me off three or four times in one
evening. The first was always a rush job as though she couldn't wait
and wanted to get me off as quickly as possible; the rest were more
protracted, drawn-out affairs. She got to be really good at it,
really really good.    

One evening Dawn even 'borrowed' her parents' video camera and made
a recording of her giving me a blowjob, my second of the evening so
it wasn't over too quickly. After I had cum she made a point of
shooting a close-up of her mouth open with my jizz on her tongue,
then swallowing and pulling her usual grimace, then opening her mouth
again to show it was all gone. She made a copy of the recording for
me; I still have it.

However much I enjoyed getting sucked off so often, it began to
grate that we seemed to do nothing else together. I hadn't liked
Dawn's choices in music or movies, but at least when we had gone to
concerts or the movie theatre together, we had shared a reasonable
time. Dawn even turned down party invites; all she seemed to want to
do was to hang out with me and suck me off. 

Using that as leverage I eventually managed to get Dawn to let me
rub her pussy inside her pants but outside her panties. I'm pretty
sure she got some pleasure from it because she'd breathe heavily and
her panties would get damp, but I'm also pretty sure I never managed
to get her to orgasm.

With my seventeenth birthday approaching, I decided I wanted more
and I didn't think Dawn was the person to provide it. Sure, the
blowjobs were great and I enjoyed playing with her pussy and tits,
but I didn't love her and we had almost nothing in common other than
geography and our social life was almost zilch.

One weekend things came to a head. There was a movie I wanted to see
but Dawn didn't want to go, even though there was chick-interest.
There was a concert by a band I liked, but again Dawn didn't want to
go. And my best mate Daniel was holding a party, but all Dawn wanted
to do was go to our private place and suck me off.

I gave Dawn an ultimatum. If she wanted to miss out on a social life
to be with me then fine, but I wanted full sex. She refused, we had
an almighty row then I dumped her.

I thought I'd be riven by pangs of regret, but actually it felt like
a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. That's until Dawn started
stalking me, begging me for another chance, and pleading for us to
get back together again. I refused and told her to stop bothering me,
but she started turning up outside my house at all hours, wailing and
sobbing and begging for another chance.

The cops got involved and my parents got a restraining order against
her, forbidding her to come within 100 yards of my house. However
that left the problem of school, and Dawn started skipping her own
lessons to hang around outside my classroom. Eventually she had to be
expelled. Shortly after her parents moved home and the problem went
away.

Strangely enough, the messy break-up seemed to improve my social
standing. Did I mention how very, very average I was? Girls were
attracted to me because they were sure I had to have some some hidden
depths to have driven Dawn to such extreme lengths, but after a
couple of dates they soon realised that they got what it said on the
packet, which wasn't much.

I met Holly at a party a couple of months after my seventeenth
birthday. I arrived with Carly and left with Holly and Carly didn't
mind because it had been our second date and she had quickly realised
my limitations and found someone else. Holly went to a different
school and I'd never met her before, but when Daniel introduced us we
just seemed to click.

Holly was a small, dark sex-bomb and although I didn't know it when
I met her she had a reputation as a slut. She viewed it as being
experienced, and experience fitted the bill for me at that time. For
her part she wanted a boy she could go steady with to repair her slut
reputation and was intrigued by the tale of my previous girlfriend
having gone psycho on me. 

Holly and I stayed together until we finished high school. She
taught me a hell of a lot and she was the one who popped my cherry.
It was a bit of a disaster, but Holly said that it didn't matter and
I'd get better with practice, and so it proved. 

Holly taught me how to perform cunnilingus, and before long I was
lapping her to orgasm like a pro. However she always baulked at
giving me a blowjob. You might have thought I'd already had enough
blowjobs to last a lifetime, and why would I miss blowjobs when I had
a sex-bomb to fuck my brains out, but somehow I missed the unique
trust and intimacy.

One night I pressed Holly about it, and she reluctantly led me to
her computer. Dawn had a social networking page dedicated to me,
mostly accurate ie not very complimentary, but also mentioning that
that my jizz was the vilest substance she had ever tasted, ten times
worse than cat puke. I was shocked; even though she was no longer
around she was still interfering in my life. Actually my first
thought was that it was really gross of her to sample cat puke, but
then I'm a very average sort of person; the shock hit me a couple of
seconds later.  

I had reservations about showing Holly the videotape, but Holly had
been up-front about her past so I reckoned that on balance what I had
gotten up to with a former girlfriend probably wouldn't faze her,
especially since Dawn and I had never actually fucked.

Holly sat poker-faced through the video, but her eyes narrowed when
she saw the close-up of my jizz in Dawn's mouth followed by the
swallow then the subsequent empty mouth.

"And you say she sucked you off four times in succession some
evenings, and she swallowed every time?"

"Yes."

"Well it can't be all that bad then. I'd better try it for myself. I
hope you don't expect fireworks because I've given a few blowjobs in
my time and I'm pretty good but that girl is world-class."

Holly wasn't just good, she was very good, although a little below
Dawn's best. Licking and sucking my rock-hard cock with practised
expertise she soon had me nearing my peak.

"I'm cumming," I warned her, and she locked her lips solidly round
my shaft.

After I had finished, Holly swirled my jizz round her mouth, testing
it with various parts of her tongue. I expected her to spit it out in
disgust at any moment but suddenly she came to a decision and
swallowed. She crouched there, on hands and knees, with a weird look
on her face.

"Well?" I demanded impatiently.

"She sucked you off up to four times in an evening and swallowed
every time and you thought she hated the taste of your jizz?"

"You saw the face she pulled in the video."

Holly began laughing. And she carried on laughing. And she fell on
the floor, laughing so hard that tears poured down her face.

"What's so funny?" I snapped, pissed that I wasn't in on the joke.

It took several minutes before Holly could stop laughing enough to
talk, her face flushed and wet. She grabbed a tissue and wiped her
eyes dry.

"I've sampled a lot of cum and while most is tolerable some of it is
pretty revolting. But I have to say that yours is the nicest I've
ever tasted. More than that, it's actually rather yummy. No, I have
to say it's very very yummy!"

"Are you saying Dawn actually enjoyed swallowing my jizz?"

"Why do you think she monopolised you, and tried so hard to get back
together again. She didn't just enjoy it, she adored it!"

It sounded horribly credible but I still couldn't quite bring myself
to believe it; how could Dawn possibly have deceived me so
meticulously for so long? However not only did blowjobs become a
regular on the menu from Holly, she'd even suck my jizz from the used
condoms after we fucked. But realising she had annoyed me with her
uncontrolled laughter, Holly gave me a special treat - she let me
fuck her in the ass - and afterwards we were cool again. Holly had a
very hot, tight ass and fucking her there was wonderful, but she
wanted her ass to stay tight so I was limited to once a week max.
Women and their once-a-week limits!

All good things come to an end. Holly went off to college where
nobody knew her, and although we kept in touch for a while she found
a nice boy and probably settled down with him. I wasn't too upset; I
guess I knew I was only a stepping-stone and not long-term partner
material.

Not having the brains for college myself (did I mention I was very,
very average?), I got a job locally as a sales rep. I wasn't
brilliant at it but folks seemed to realise I wasn't clever enough to
scam them and I made enough sales to have a comfortable living.

I had a few girlfriends, mostly because my notoriety clung on after
high school, but sometimes I had to resort to local hookers for sex.
Fortunately the local hookers weren't very expensive.

After I'd been in the job for a few years, at my annual appraisal my
boss asked if I was happy with my job. I felt a momentary panic
because although I'd never been the bottom rep in my area, I'd never
been the top rep in my area either and I wondered if I was about to
be fired to make way for fresh blood. However, after I insisted I was
indeed happy, the boss said that the company chiefs had shown an
interest. They liked me because I was a steady worker and customers
seemed to trust me and they'd decided I might be the right person for
a difficult vacancy in the New York office, serving a wealthy area
with discerning customers who didn't like pushy young reps. I'd be
paid relocation expenses, and if a six month trial went
satisfactorily I'd get a promotion and a substantial pay rise.    

It meant leaving my home town and my friends and family, but I
jumped at the chance. The company chiefs' assessment choice was
vindicated, and six months later I had nailed the promotion and the
pay rise and life was pretty good. Who would have thought such a very
average guy like me would have ended up hobnobbing with millionaires,
albeit in the line of work!

One day I had an evening appointment with a potential customer. I
vaguely recognised the name but I couldn't remember why. I drove up
the driveway to his mansion in my beamer and rang the doorbell.

When a woman answered the door I did a quick double-take then
blanched - it was Dawn. She was also shocked, but managed to keep her
composure. It turned out she was married to the potential customer
and they had a couple of young kids, distracted by their nanny during
my visit.

I was so flustered I completely botched my presentation. I lost my
place frequently, I stumbled on my words, and I quickly realised I
had no chance of a sale. I cut the presentation short, shook hands
and said the requisite polite 'thank you for your time' and
'goodbye'. Dawn had a strange look on her face, and offered to show
me out.

As soon as we were out of her husband's hearing, she whispered to
me: "We need to talk. I'll call you."

"No!" I mouthed back.

"Don't worry, that part of my life is over. I'm fine now."

Dawn telephoned me the next day. She had the number from my business
card.

"Look, I'm sorry about all the trouble I caused you. I have a
business proposition which might interest you and go some way to
making up for it."

I really wanted no part of whatever she had to offer, but she
sounded normal and I let her persuade me to meet on neutral territory
in a mid-town coffee shop.

Dawn took a sip of her coffee and nearly spat it out. I recognised
the familiar grimace. I thought the coffee was okay, but she later
confessed she deliberately chose somewhere downmarket because it was
less likely to scare me away.

"You know who my husband is, don't you?" she asked.

"I've heard the name, but I can't remember why."

"He's a celebrated master chef. He's in charge of a handful of
upmarket restaurants," and she went on to name the particular
establishment where he principally operated. I recognised the name
immediately despite not being a foodie.

"Your only chance to get a reservation there is to be a billionaire
or an a-list celebrity," she continued. "If someone like you asked
for a reservation you'd probably die of old age before one became
available."

'Well, that was one hell of a put-down,' I thought to myself.

"What people don't know is that I play a very significant role in my
husband's innovations. I've always had extremely sensitive taste
buds, so when I'm not dropping kids I travel the world looking for
new and exotic tastes to keep my husband at the very top of his
profession. I have to say the most exquisite substance I have ever
tasted in my life is your jizz."

Not for the first time in my life you could have knocked me down
with a feather. Holy had been right. All those months Dawn had
pretended to hate the taste of my jizz, in reality it was like the
nectar of the gods to her.

"I'd like to sample the wares again to check it hasn't lost any of
its flavor, and take an additional sample for my husband. If he
agrees, we'll make you an offer to supply our principal restaurant.
At the very least you'll get a blowjob for free, I'm still pretty
good at them."

Okay, you probably think I was being suckered again, but Dawn was on
the level. She was also being modest when she said she was still
pretty good at blowjobs - she was sensational! She helped me produce
a second sample into a test tube with a hand job, and placed it in a
cooler bag to keep it chilled.

I had reservations about Dawn's husband sampling my jizz, but she
reassured me that he had sampled far weirder substances and had come
to trust her judgment completely. It turned out that he too loved the
taste, and they gave me a short-term trial contract, offering my jizz
as an aperitif to their most select clients. It was an overnight
runaway success and the contract was rapidly upgraded and made
permanent. 

I was contractually required to provide an average of three samples
per day. There was also a mutual non-disclosure contract for my
protection and so I don't get poached by competitors, and my balls
were insured for ten million dollars each. 

I now lead a life of ease and luxury. I live free in a plush, fully-
serviced penthouse apartment owned by the restaurant chain, and kept
constantly stocked with top quality food. And whenever I feel the
urge I pick up the phone and dial a high-class escort agency and they
send over a girl of my choice, again all paid for. The only
stipulation is that I use special condoms which don't impair my
flavour. After fucking I put the condom in a special refrigerated
unit and dial a courier to transport it immediately to the principal
restaurant in the chain.

By a strange reversal of fortune one of my favorite escorts is
Clarissa. After finishing school her father's companies went bust due
in the recession. Needing a job to earn a living, she decided her
best strategy was to utilise to the utmost what limited skills she
had. She was never overtly rude to me in school, more like she had no
reason to notice me. Well she certainly notices me now, more or less
at my beck and call.

So if you're a billionaire or an a-lister and you don't mind waiting
for a reservation and you're lucky enough for New York's most
prestigious restaurant to have it in stock, then you too can pay a
small fortune and enjoy their exclusive Caviar d'Homme.

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