Louise

by Vulpes_vulpes

I had fantasized about eating a girl for quite some time. Not sure when it started but one of my most arousing dreams was pushing a sexy girl into a hot oven and then eat the roasted carcass like a grilled chicken. A solden brown and greasy blonde or brunette, steaming off on a silver plate. But it had become more of an obsession than a fantasy. Like other people that wants to do dangerous things for the adrenaline rush, like sky diving bungy jumping. My rush was to eat the sexiest girl I could find. There was both the adrenaline kick but also a sexual drive in it. It is hard to explain really.

I was single, never having had any proper relationships. I have a fetish for legs and l want to touch and lick them, have my partners in sexy skirts and stay ups. But I was still a bit embarrassed about it, was probably boring because of that so I never got into any relationships. In fact, I had never gotten farther than hugging girls. I was not sure if I was shy or just.. Wanted to eat them instead.

My dark fantasies really popped when I started to look at splatter movies. I spent time on the internet admiring sexy legs and felt the urge more and more to eat a really beautiful and sexy young girl´s legs. Now afterwards I can say for certain, it was more than fantasy, but my mind waited for the right opportunity.

Well, and that was triggered when a new girl started at my job. Her name was Louise and she was 24 years old, curvy and cute girl with big glasses, probably more for the looks than her eyesight. She had what I would call a Cleopathra hair style. Atleast that is what her bangs reminded me of, her dark blonde hair went a few inches below her shoulder but that straight straight bangs at the level of her eye brows hooked. Her face face warm and nice and her nicely tanned skin had the most perfect tan shade.

Louise also had a good taste of clothes, usually skirts that ended just below her knees, much to my disappointment. Often with black or tan coloured pantyhoses, but sometimes none. A tight shirt or blouse but not too tight, just enough to show off her reasonably slim waist and her chest in a modest way topped off her wardrobe. But she seemed to have very voloptuos curves underneath. She felt slightly restrained at work, but it had the opposite effect on me, I became more interested. Specially to find out if her body held up to my fantasy. I wanted to see her juicy thighs without a skirt too, I fantasized about them a lot.

But even though she was one of the hottest girls I had ever seen I did not really want to fuck her, it was something else. Walking behind her and seeing those tan, bulging calves of hers, I could just think of them as big chicken drumsticks meant for me to feast on. Her firm flesh shook so alluringly at each step, the tan, shiny skin reflected the lights so perfectly. I wanted to eat Louise and I especially felt a strong urge to eat her legs.

Her desk was close to me, slightly in front on the other side of an aisle so I could sneak a peek at her, but she would have to turn around to see me. I spent much time glaring over her calves with their slim ankles and the much broader, well toned upper part. She looked fit but still very curvy. Sometimes I got a glimpse of her well shaped, sharp knees but those thighs of hers just kept tentalizing. Her ass looked nice and juicy too.

I was hoping each day, as Spring was about to become Summer, that her skirts would become shorter, revealing a little bit of those well fed and firm-looking thighs underneath. But so far, I had been disappointed. She was easily the best part of going to work and soon most of my life was about Louise, what she would wear each day and watching her in secret, usually while fantasizing about her on a silver platter on my dinner table. It became less of a question of if I could but when I would do it. When I would eat her.

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I started to establish contact, talk a little with her when she went to the coffee machine or snack machine. I found out that she had a boyfriend, though they seemed to have a bit of a rough time. I overheard her talking to one of the other girls about couples’ issues at home.

But I also found out that she was dancing in her free time, mostly latin dances like salsa. I almost fainted one day when we chit-chatted, waiting for the coffee machine to do its thing. We were alone, and she seemed a bit extra happy that day and took out her phone and showed me a dance video of herself and some other girls performing for an audience. It was from the previous night and it had been a success., hence her happiness.

I understood why, Louise and a dozen or so girls, in very sexy outfits, danced on a stage, swinging their hips and legs. It was hard to keep my cool, seeing her like that, even on the small screen of her phone. I took a mental note of the site though.

That night I found more videos of her dancing. I just could not stop watching her. She looked so sexy. So delicious looking. I finally got a good look at her thighs and what a pair of yummy thighs they were!

I knew from that moment, that I would have to eat her. That was the one I had been waiting for. Those tan legs of hers were the most mouth-watering pair I had ever seen. Seeing her well fed and toned thigh sticking out of the high cut slit on her sexy skirt, visible all the way up to her waist, made me almost crazy. Her wide hips shiny and tan, the skin glittering in the lights. Her meaty calves flexed and showed how well fit and firm they were as she moved in those high heels.

I ran the video in slow motion, zoomed in on her thighs, admired how they moved, how they wobbled and bounced so alluringly as she danced. Their soft-looking insides, the bulging and muscular hamstrings that yet kept a full feminine look and their nicely rounded and broad backsides. She finished the dance by putting one foot on a chair, exposing her full leg through the slit. The curve on the underside of her thigh was so perfect and showed its shape off in such an inviting way. I wanted to roast that perfect thigh meat and eat it off her bones so bad it hurt.

But how do you eat your colleague and get away with it?

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As Spring turned to Summer, her skirts did not become shorter, to my disappointment but atleast she stopped using a pantyhose. I sat at my desk and watched her secretly still, admiring her strong and tan calves and her cute feet in those black pumps. I still did not have a plan but kept fantasizing about it though I knew I would have to roast her somehow, I would never be able to let it go anyways.

One friday my lust got the better of me and I just had to have a better look at her so took a handful of paper and my coffee cup. As I passed her sitting by her desk I accidently dropped the papers at her feet.

She swivelled around on her chair facing me and gave me a warm smile before kneeling and sat down on the floor to help me. Her skirt slipped up a little bit and that was the closest I had ever been to her bare legs. I was just a foot away from her knee as I stretched my arm in under her table to grab the last paper just as she stretched up and put something back on her desk, parting her knees a bit. I got a good glimpse under her skirt. She was on her knees, sorting my pile of papers on her desk. That quick moment I took in everything.

Her knees where shining and the insides of her thighs were bulging out as she was pressing them ontop of her club shaped calves. It was the most amazing sight I had ever seen. I felt an urge to lean forward and suck on her shiny knee and had to restrain myself hard. The orange-peel looking skin on the round part looked so inviting for my lips and tongue. And her thighs looked bigger than I had realized when she was kneeling, but they were in no way fat but juicy and wonderful.

Her skin was so shiny and sleek, looking almost slick. It must be totally soft and smooth, I could even see where the hairs had been shaved off by the small, dark dots. It did not help that she was kneeling and pressing her thighs against her calves, so the skin was draped taut. My knees felt weak at the amazing sight, it was the tastiest titbits I had ever seen.

I knew that some girls do that at beauty saloons now and then or even at home but Louise´s legs were a few notches above in quality, that was for certain. She seemed to take the utmost care of her tasty looking, nicely tanned, sleek skin. My tongue would probably face very little friction if I ever got a chance to lick those legs.

I guess it was because she danced and wanted to look good in those skimpy skirts. I love when girls put that much effort in to exfoliate, oil and moisturising their legs. It looked like Louise used a body shimmer as well.

I steeled myself and stood up even though I wanted to keep looking. She stood up as well, after helping me and gave me another warm smile as I sheepishly walked off to get a cup of coffee to settle my wrecked nerves. The rest of that day I could not think about anything else, the sight under her skirt kept playing in my head.

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In the afternoon we were the last two left at work, I did not want to leave before her, I wanted to savour every second of looking at her. I still shivered in pleasure at the pictures under her skirt that kepr repeating itself inside my head.

Half an hour after we should have gone home Louise turned to me and asked if I wasn´t going to leave. I just shrugged it off that I had some things to finish off. Something was amiss with her however, so I asked her what was wrong. She looked at me with a sad face and told me that she had been fighting with her boyfriend that morning and did not want to go home just yet.

I took my office chair and moved over to her, trying to make it as if I wanted to console her but secretly realized this might be my chance. We were alone at the office and she did not seem to be in any hurry. She was soon smiling charmingly as I managed to cheer her up. Her boobs bobbed underneath her blouse as she giggled. Just as I started to fantasize how her skirt was pulled up to her waist, exposing her brown thighs pressed onto the chair she pulled me out of my slightly venturous daydreaming by suggesting that we go and have another cup of coffee.

And then, as she leaned forward to press the selector button on the coffee machine I hit her over the head with a book from the table. Just like that, even surprising myself at the sudden action. I hit her hard enough to knock her unconcious but hopefully not hard enough to kill her. I wanted to bring her home alive.

I checked her pulse and breathing which seemed okay and quickly picked her up, took my things and carried her down the fire staircase to my car and went home.

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I drove the car into my double garage and quickly carried her to a wooden joiner bench I had in the big garage. Louise did not show any signs of waking up just yet, so I laid her outstretched on the bench. It was not until now it really hit me what I had done, as I took a few steps back and looked her over. It looked like she was sleeping, maybe dreaming, even with a cute little smile which charmed me. I had a bottle of chloroform which I quickly fetched just in case and soaked a rag and held it over her nose a few seconds.

Then I unbuttoned her white blouse and took it off, followed by her grey skirt. She surprised me with her expensive and very sensual underwear, not what I would think most girls would wear at work. It was a black and dark purple, matching string and bra in shimmering satin. The cups on the bra were in black see-through with a floral pattern showing off her small, dark nipples through the thin fabric. The string panties, similarly had a see-through patch in the middle so i got an inkling of her pussy.
I kept the chloroform close but also tied her wrists together with a thin rope and then fastened it to the bench´legs.

As excited as a kid at Christmas I carefully pulled down the cups of her sexy bra, exposing her tear drop shaped breasts. They were tanned but slightly less so than the rest of her body. She had obviously not tanned naked all the time. And I felt I just had to explore her body a little before deciding what to do.

Louise´s breasts were bigger than I had anticipated and very beautiful. I realized I had not paid much attention to her bust before, she usually did not have a very generous cleavage, just a button or two unbuttoned. They were full and nicely rounded at the bottom, even when she was supine, and slightly less so at the top which gave them a perfect, tear-drop shape but without any sag.

I cupped one in each hand and felt the soft breast meat underneath the yielding skin, I pinched the small, medium brown nipples gently and played with them between my index finger and thumb. They had an inviting tawny colour and became firm as I played with them. My mouth soon found its way to them, my first taste of Louise and they were wonderful boobs to suck on.

Leaving the bra on but the cups pulled down I then kissed my way down over her belly, it was not flat but nearly so. Her soft skin had cute little white hairs that tickled my tongue nicely. My tongue found its way to and explored her cute little bellybutton before continuing down over her mons venus.

Louise pussy was just as surprisingly nice-looking as her breasts. She had the type with small outer lips as well as small inner lips where you could see all the goodies, the pink area between the delicate labias and her small clirois. Her outer lips were red brown and swollen her inner perfectly pink and she even smelled wonderful down there. Poetically I thought to myself that it looked like a flower about to bloom.

On her pubis mound she had a dark blonde little tuft of half an inch long hairs, same as her hair colour, but no hair on the pussy. I ran my nose through the patch of pussy hair and inhaled the scent of her sex before sucking those hairs into my mouth. It tasted sourish but in a fresh and nice way. The lightly curled, delectable dark blonde tuft was soon wet sticky.

I had soon lifted her heavy thighs onto my shoulders and was licking her cunt, sucking on those thin inner lips and drinking the tasty, sweet juices that flowed from her sex. I wanted to eat her pussy too, but her luxuriant, brown thighs would come first. At the thought of them I pressed those two voluminous joints against my cheeks and felt their moist warmth as they rubbed me with their soft and smooth insides. There was no other place I wanted to be but between those two meaty legs.

I turned my head left and sucked on her thigh, then the right and licked the sleek skin. She did not have a thigh-gap, but the top of her legs seemed to have chafed gently against each other. The skin felt so thin and was the softest I had felt anywhere on her and the meat underneath felt almost as soft as her boobs.

I laid her back on the bench, I would soon have to take the next step but needed to work my way up a little bit more. Besides I really enjoyed teasing my senses as I explored her body.

Grabbing a spray bottle of water, that I had for my flow ers, I gave her legs a few sprayings. The water collected in small driplets on her glossy skin and glittered in the lights, making them look sweaty and wet, a big turn on for me. I grabbed Louise´s right ankle and folded her leg, pressing her calf gently towards her thigh to resemble that view I had gotten under her skirt earlier and admired the flesh pressing out on the inside of her thigh. I shivered in delight as the softer meat formed a pleasantly shaped bulge by her knee and tapered outwards the higher it went towards her pussy.

I really had never seen anythings so tasty-looking as Louise fantastically shaped and perfectly stocked legs. It absorbed my flat hand with a heavy thudd and loud slap as I smacked and patted it a few times, sending lovelly shockwaves rolling around the thigh. I grabbed her right knee in both hands and let them slowly slide upwards, following the wonderful tapering as its girth grew wider. Her tan skin was obviously freshly shaved and completely smooth. Her haunch felt firm and heavy as I rocked it gently with my hands.

It was almost time though, I was hungry for her. But I gave her another sniff of the rag before I stood by herand lifted her legs straight up and I pressed them together and pulled out my cock. I just had to feel them against it. I did not last long between those brown, shiny thighs though, the warm and soft insides at the top rubben so heavenly, like the best titty-fucking you could imagine, while my hands could enjoy caressing their harder, sleek outsides. They made me cum after just a minute as I fantasized about her being roasted alive in different positions, tied up inside a big oven. But it was the strongest orgasm I had ever felt. I cleaned up a little embarrassed at myself.

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It was quickly done, I kissed her soft lips and then just slit her throat and held her head over the sink in the middle of the floor, so she would be drained. Then I carefully continued to cut off her head. She had not shown any signs of waking up yet and frankly, that would probably have freaked me out. It was a little bit of relief to see that her face looked calm. I put it in the fridge in the garage, right next to the big freezer with a top lid.

Thanks to the hunting I had done, she was quickly cleaned out. It wasn´t much different from the deer I had shot in the past. I removed everything inside except her womb. Nothing of that gooey stuff interested me. I then chose her left leg as the first meal.

I had a new, sharp saw that seemed to fit the bill and went to work, cutting into Louise´s delicious looking leg. It was tougher than I had expected but still not too hard. I had to saw through her thigh bone as well but soon I had her succulent and heavy leg free from just below her butt and carried it to the kitchen. I needed to get it cooking as soon as possible. Then I would have time to butcher the rest of her.

It just fitted, outstretched on my biggest baking pan and I was glad I had a big oven. I did not want to spice it in any way, this first meat from Louise, I wanted to taste her natural flavours. And I wanted that tan skin on, it was just as much part of it. But I did give it a coat of oil and then slid the leg in, once the oven was heated up and went back to the garage.

I removed her other leg the same way but then cut off her foot and sawed off her calf at the knee. All but her thigh went into the freezer. Then her her hands and her arms, or wings as I joked tomyself. Louise reminded me of a big chicken anyways. All of it went into the freezer as well.

Planning for an oven roasted rump steak some evening, I ssplit Louise at her waist and freed that big, tasty looking rump. Her breasts were trickier, but I once I decided to cut both with a knife and a bit of margin from the chest meat, the two bobbling tits were soon harvested. They would indeed look great on a plate. The rest of her torso was cut up into convenient parts, spare ribs, lean belly- and back steaks and so on. Everything went into the freezer except her tits, head and her pink pussy, which I sliced from the big rump steak together with her pink little womb.

I went up and checked in on her leg, I should have donet that quicker I realized, but it looked fine, no harm done. I raised the cooking temperature slightly after giving it a new coat of oil. The scent that had hit me as i opened the oven was fantastic, like a mix of Louise scent at work and grilled chicken. I had to open and close a few times and see if it was my imagination, but it was not. The savory vapors hit me everytime I opened the oven door.

Sitting in front of the oven door and admired her leg, the cut at the top was red-brown and had just thin lines of white fat between the meaty muscle compartments. Under her tasty-lloking skin a thin coat of fat was visible, but it had started to melt and baste her skin and meat. That leg was indeed toned and honed. Her skin had become a little bit darker and shinier.

Then I got an idea and went back to the garage. I made a wooden rack, basically just a base with two rods sticking up and an open ring on top of each. It would be perfect as a display frame on the table, placing her leg in it. I also had a pair of stiletto heels I had bought in case I ever found a girlfriend. I had found them in a shop and they were the most glamorous ones I had seen so bought them just in case.

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Louise beautifully shaped and well toned dancer leg was placed in the rack on the table, still steaming from the roasting in the hot oven. The shorter rod supported her ankle while the taller rod with its much wider open, ring supported the upper part of her swelling thigh. Her foot fitted nicely enough into the elegant stiletto heel, really bringing out the best in her shiny shank. The outstretched, golden brown leg, with its knee facing downwards had a thin, oily coat of fat that made the skin slick, even more so now, making the lit candles reflect on the shiny surface.

I still found it hard to believe that it was Louise´s left leg, one of those legs I had admired for weeks and drooled over in front of the computer as I watched her dance in her skimpy skirts, fantasizing that I would have it roasted on my table one day. And here it was. Louise cute little foot, her bulging calf and her thick, juicy thigh, oven roasted and ready for me. It had bloated just slightly in the oven heat, enhancing its curves and made it look, if possible, even more refreshing to me.
I could barely contain myself at the thought of eating the delicious leg of a sexy girl, my biggest fantasy. My expectations were extremely high, yet I was a little worried it would not be as fantastic as I had hoped.

When it had steamed off just alittle bit I seated myself in front of the big morsel and ran a finger from her heel all the way up to the top, the meat at the hollow of her knee looked especially yummy as it bulged out esthetically.

Closing my eyes, I put the finger in my mouth and sucked the grease from it. It was fat and sweet, did not taste too much at first but there was a faint taste of something wonderful I could not put my finger on.

Instead I grabbed my knife and put it just above her knee and let it sink an inch into the roasted meat. More fat and clear meat juices trickled and ran out and dripped from the cut, running down her fat, roasted skin. I lifted the knife and put it six inches higher and sliced down towards the first cut, separating a juicy section from the back of her ham and lifted it to my plate.

Before taking my first bite I poured some red wine and toasted Louise´s outstretched leg to honour her and thank her for all those hours put into the dance studio. It would at the very least mean that my dinner would be the most visually wonderful I had ever had.

Louise´s meat looked red brown, more like beef than pork, at the cut. Her legs were just as physically fit as they had seemed when she danced, muscular and full of luscious and lean meat, now perfectly grilled.

I cut a smaller piece from the bigger section on my plate and finally got to put some of her meat into my mouth. The trembling hand holding the fork found its way and I pulled it off the fork with my lips before sucking on it. It was that same taste as before, only stronger. I chewed and felt both the tender meat and her slightly crisp, thin skin and it was terrific. Rich and sweet, very lean and it caressed my taste buds. It was like the best parts of chicken and beef put together.

The rest of the first section went down quickly before I tried cuts from the top of her thigh, the front, sides. All of them essentially the same except the upper inside which was unbelievably soft and almost creamy. Some of the taste came from her skin and it was a wise move to not skin the leg. Not that I ever considered it.

Pieces from her calf followed and it was slightly rougher and richer but just as good. Then I remembered the upskirt peek I had got and cut a nice piece from the inside, just above her knee. Closing my eyes, I could see the moment, how her thick thigh had looked as she was on her knees and ate that very same pice from her thigh that had looked so delicious and made my body numb as I saw it.

I ate myself full of as much thigh meat I could, reaching her white thigh bone in places before I felt I could not stuff myself with another mouthful. But I still sucked the meat from her cute little toes before I put the partially eaten leg in the fridge and collapsed into my trusty sofa in front of the TV. But it was hard to concentrate. When the movie was over I went back to the garage, still stuffed.

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I took her other, mouth-watering, tawny, ripe thigh to my kitchen and dropped it on the bench. It landed with a nice and heavy thud and then I sliced it into juicy steaks. The red and tender meat cut like butter, it was a great feeling, pleasing to the eyes to see the knife slice her thick, brown thigh into those delicious half inch thick slices.
It had been one of my most arousing fantasies while daydreaming about her at work, cutting one of those haunches into thick steaks. I put them on a plate, slightly staggered, as eye candy before saving a few in the fridge while the rest found its way to my freezer. Having butchered that nicely tapered, well-fed thigh almost made me hungry again, but those pieces would be for another day. I looked forward to barbeque those juicy cuts marinated with bourbon & brown sugar on my newly bought gridiron. I would probably watch her dance video of those bouncing and twerking, sleek thighs while they were being grilled as yummy steaks beside me. A very appealing appetizer.

My Saturday treatment was a three-menu feast. Louise´s carefully boiled pussy as a starter, but I did remove and save the little dark blonde tuft as a souvernir along with her tan skin underneath. Her breasts were barbequed to a golden-brown colour over a bed of red-hot coal until they looked as if they were about to burst. The sizzling sound as fat oozed and dripped from her roasting boobs was a very appetizing sound.

And finally, her oven baked head was my dessert. Her mouth and eyes were half open in a bizarre way but her eyes where glazed over. I hadn´t been sure about eating it but in the end, I wanted to consume all of her, I wanted to know how it felt to have consumed all of Louise and in some bizarre way it turned me on and looked tasty. I roasted at a low temperature a longer time instead to keep its features intact.

Louise´s pink cunt filet was nothing less than fantastic, lean and yummy, very chewable. Her breasts could have been desserts however, fat and juicy, like eating pastries and the nipples were naturally the cherries on top, very tasty to chew. I cut the first grilled boob like a cake but sliced the nipple off the second and ate the soft breast meat out of the top hole with a spoon, finishing off by savouring her crisp skin.

As for her head, I lifted the top off and ate the insides. It was surprisingly tasty.

Her juicy ass was oven roasted as well, a couple of days later. The aging of the meat had really made a difference. I marinated it with a Worcester sauce and the big shiny rump was like those incredible thighs in texture. I lost some of my manners and grabbed it with my hands and gorged on her roasted ass meat like a wild animal, consuming her bubbly ass cheeks.

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After a few weeks she was gone, nothing more than a pile of white bones and a gruesome, grinning skull. I kept it in my basement, in a box with her black and purple underwear, planning to make a little shrine to the first girl I fully consumed.

I would never eat any other meat than girl meat from then on, Louise had been everything I hoped for and then some, I still think of her shiny, brown delicious thighs often.