Roasted

What was unmistakeable, and totally unexpected to me, was the smell. I knew that cooking could smell great and all that, but I'd never once imagined that the source of such a smell would be my own cock and balls. Now that it was, I actually started salivating and saw that many of the audience were too. If I could have still cum at that point I would have because making an audience drool from the smell of my own cooked genitals has to be the most erotic pleasure possible to have.

I'd just reached the end of my final walk up and down the front rows when I turned and saw they had set up a small table and chair. With a plate, knife and fork on it. And the ostentatious jug I remembered from the green room, seemingly a lifetime ago now. I was beckoned to come and stand next to it. It was very plain and simple but it didn't want to be the focus of attention. That was still me. And whoever fate chose to sit in that chair.

The tickets to the raffle, if such a name was really suitable, had been sold before they had all come into the room. My cock and balls were still giving off loads of steam as the winning number flashed up on the screen at the back. I heard a whoop and my heart hit my head when I saw the ebony lady start to stand up. She was looking across at me and grinning.

Once again she flowed across the floor to stand next to me. The situation was different this time. She smiled at me, took hold of her orange dress and sat down giving a textbook demonstration of grace. I gave her a slight bow and, without being asked, I went and stood at the other side of the table and laid my still-steaming genitals on her plate. We both paused while seemingly millions of cameras were furiously thumbed, each one capturing that amazing sight. Then she said to me 'Blow job, Sir?' I nodded as she took the jug and poured my own sperm onto my crispy cock. She lifted it in her hand and, after blowing on it, put it into her mouth. I could see her face muscles working as she moved it around in her mouth because of the heat. She wasted no time in licking it clean before, turning her head slightly to give the rest a better view, she bit my cock head right off.

Once again there was a moment of shock and some turned away. Clearly they hadn't thought this was as real as it was turning out to be. She was chewing comfortably when she again faced the rest and opened her mouth so that they could all see the remains of my cock head lying there on her tongue. She said to me 'It really does taste as good as it smells' and putting my shaft back on her plate she began to take a slice off it with her knife. I raised an eyebrow at her and she understood. She ate that one slice and with a sudden movement cut through my crispy scrotum, releasing my left ball. She cut that in half to eat. The other one she rammed in whole, letting an 'Ummm' sound escape. Clearly she was enjoying her, for me, very expensive meal. As she took another slice of my penis she must have caught my expression once again and extended it for me to try. Nothing could phase me now so I just took it in my fingers and laid it on my tongue. 'Exquisite!'

The Billionaire was as good as his word. He said that watching me had given him enough material for a lifetime. A year later I was sat on the sofa in our holiday villa with my wife, Ebony. We were idly watching some porn and sipping brandy. I looked at her and said 'Not quite how we met, is it?' She looked me in the eyes before dropping hers to my groin area. We always went naked on holiday. She let her eyes feast there for several long seconds before looking up. She grinned.