Cook Antonen Malanfan was a true master of his craft. He did not just cook, he worked, gave himself, put a piece of the soul in each dish. Even the cooking process itself was like a complex magic rite. Especially when Malanfan cooked his most famous dish, which made him famous throughout Europe. This, of course, is about that very “Blanshatr” sauce, the most exquisite and rarest delicacy.

Therefore, when Countess de Schombard expressed a desire to see this sauce on the table during a large reception in honor of Prince Soubise, the cook began to prepare in a week. Moreover, he prepared for this and himself. All week Malanfan observed the strictest post and a special diet consisting of various roots and herbs. As a drink he used only special water, melted from the ice that lies on the tops of the Alps. He almost did not leave the chambers allotted to him in the castle. However, everyone is already accustomed to such behavior, because Malanfan did not cook his famous sauce in these walls for the first time.

And now the day of celebration has come. Antonen came to the kitchen, well-dressed, in his best white silk jacket, carefully powdered, perfumed, with artfully styled hair, leaning on a cane. He looked as if he intended not to cook, but to attend the King’s reception. Margo, the older cook, was already running towards him.

- All is ready! She said, out of breath.
Malanfan smiled at the tips of his lips, nodded slightly to Margo, and walked over to the table where the porcelain bowl was. Malanfan put grated ginger, added a little vanilla, poured a secret mixture of ground roots. Remained the main ingredient. Malanfan turned to Margo, who with bated breath watched every movement of the master.
- Where is the assistant? He asked the cook.
- Marie! - shouted that.

The maid Marie approached the cook. She was very embarrassed and looked at his feet. Assistant is very important for making this sauce. Malanfan always demanded for this role a young girl who did not yet know a man. This time it was Marie, who was the most suitable of all the servants. Margo reported this to Marie yesterday and warned the housekeeper that the maid would be busy in the kitchen.

- Monsieur Malanfan is a wonderful man, but he is a true master of his craft. Do whatever he says and do not be surprised. So it is necessary! He will prepare a special dish for the prince Soubise himself!

Marie nodded in fright, not understanding anything. And here she is in front of this strange man, standing, not daring to look at him, as if the prince himself is in front of her.
- Do not be afraid, child! Said the cook and gently patted the maid's cheek.
- Leave us! - He ordered the rest of the cooks. They dutifully went out. Only Malanfan and Marie remained in the kitchen. He gave her a glass of white Burgundy and ordered a drink.

- Get down on your knees, close your eyes and open your mouth! - the chef said softly after Marie emptied the glass with a gulp.

Marie was very surprised, but complied. She knelt in front of Malanfan, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. There was a rustling sound, the cook took a step towards her and suddenly in her mouth turned out to be something like an elastic sausage. Marie screamed and tried to spit out something.

- Hush, child, hush, do not be afraid ...

Malanfan gently stroked Marie on the cheek. She opened her eyes, in her mouth was a phallus of a cook. Marie tried to jump, but Malanfan put a hand to the back of her head, putting her mouth on her instrument.

“You are good at it,” he said breathlessly, “don't stop.” Very gently ... The more tender, the more tender the sauce comes ...
The phallus in the maid's mouth became even harder and bigger. The cook pulled him out, and in the face of Marie, a pink shiny head soaked in her saliva was rocking.
- Go over the tongue - Malanfan ordered.
Marie had never done anything like that to a man before. But with women, the experience was. She gently licked her head like a spring icicle.
- Not so ... - the cook said softly, - from the bottom up ...
He raised the phallus to make Marie more comfortable. She grasped everything on the fly. Her sharp tongue slid along the trunk.
“Now tickle the bridle with your tongue ... It will add some playfulness to the dish ... So ... good.” A little easier, fling a tongue like a butterfly ...
Marie's tongue, its very tip slightly rocked its bridle. Malanfan choked with pleasure.

- Perfectly! And now the scrotum ... Take some teeth, it will add sharpness.
Marie bit slightly, even more slightly touched Malanfan's scrotum. From the week of abstinence, the testicles were poured like lead. Hand she gently moved the delicate skin of the foreskin. The cook dropped Marie's cap on the floor and now stroked her hair, saying something in Latin and Greek. Then he ordered to take his phallus in his mouth again. Marie, who tasted with a smack, swallowed him whole, she elastically slid her lips along the entire length, sometimes letting her out of her mouth and again covering the head with her gentle mouth. Phallus cooks began to throb.

- Child! - he said with difficulty, - rather ... come on here a bowl! Give it here ...
Marie released a dick with the sound of a cork ejected from the bottle. She jumped up, took the bowl.
- Bring her here ...

As soon as Marie brought the bowl, the cook began to spew the accumulated seed into it. At the bottom of the dish, it was mixed with the ingredients laid earlier. Malanfan squeezed everything down to the drop and gave the bowl to Marie with a trembling hand.

- It remains to mix thoroughly and can be served at the table ... - he said to the maid, hiding the phallus back into his pants.