(This is part 2 of my series. This story is leaning more towards a cum fetish aspect, but I wanted to include it touch upon the cuisine aspect of this fantasy land.
Thank you for the readers for taking the time to read my stories. I would greatly appreciate any constructive feedback if possible. I really wish to expand on, and improve my writing.).
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Joan awoke the next morning in a disoriented dreamlike state. She was unsure if the previous day's had actually occurred, or it was all part of some insane fantasy that was conjured by the deepest bowels of her subconsciousness. With her eyes still drunk with sleep, Joan limped over to the TV remote and turned the TV on. She was curious what Samarasan TV was like and what better way to start than with the news? As the screen flickered to life, her sleepiness was shattered from what she saw.
The TV switched to GNN, which stood for "Gooner News Network". It was the "Morning Show" and consisted of anchor Xavier Blakeland. Like the street, the anchor was completely nude. Xavier was a muscular, about 6'1 foot African American male, bald, but thin slender eyes and cheeks. Like Tracey, his smile was pearly white that illuminated her room through the screen. Joan couldn't get her eyes off one thing however, his cock. His cock had to be at least 8.5 inches. She noticed it was limp, but even then it was as thick as her forearm. The cock head had a light purple hue to it, while his shaft was a deep chocolate brown color adorned by a myriad of veins needed to power such a feat of human reproduction. His testicles hung in his scrotum like coconuts caught in a net, and were the size of grapefruits. They were tight, perfectly grasping every inch of Xavier's scrotum and Joan thought for a second she saw them twitch.
However as Xavier spoke, Joan could not understand a single thing he was saying. Xavier's eyes were cross eyed, his tongue stuck out from his lower right mouth. He smiled as if he had one too many shots of liquor, and spoke what sounded like total gibberish. She also noticed how he was drooling profusely, the drool dripping onto his hard pecs illuminating his body like baby oil.
Joan stood stunned by what she was witnessing, but confused at what Xavier was even saying. She then heard the bell ring at her room's door. She opened the door and it was Tracey. This time, Tracey had cherry red stick on, her ponytail still reached her left bosom, and she had a pink hue on her cheeks complemented by her smokey eye mascara. Her seraph ears adorned silver hoop earrings. Joan noticed Tracey had nipple clamps and decided to go completely nude minus a pair of black nipple clamps she had on. Joan couldn't hear the vibrating dildo, Tracey had in vagina yesterday. Finally Tracey had golden, gladiator sandals on, which hugged her toned, slightly thick, flawless legs.
"Good morning Joan, I figured you'd still be jet lagged so I brought some breakfast. Some of Samarasa's specialties!" Tracey said.
"That's sweet Tracey, thanks for that" Joan replied
Tracey placed the breakfast on the coffee table and began to unpack. She handed Joan her breakfast container and she took hers. Joan braced herself for whatever insanity was in the box as she opened it. However, she saw it looked like an egg white omelette which mixed vegetables and hash browns. She glanced over at Tracey and saw she was having bread with some sort of jam.
"Dig in, I'm sure you're starving" Tracey exclaimed.
