Taken
Copyright© 2017 by Banzai Ben
Chapter 49
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 49 - The final book of the banzai Ben saga
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Romantic Heterosexual Fiction
Present – Ben and Mabel – Finally Making lunch
We finally make it to the kitchen and Mabel commands, “Okay Ben, you can start scrubbing the hell out of all the vegetables.”
I smile and reply, “No problem.” I clean the sink with a disinfectant, scrub my hands, dump the vegetables into the sink, grab a scrub brush and go to town.”
Mabel praises me, “Ben, I am glad to see that you cleaned the sink first.”
I smile at her and say, “Cleanliness is next to Godliness. The last thing I want are people getting sick from your cooking.”
Mabel laughs and corrects me, “Ben, you mean our cooking.”
Mabel moves to a second sink, sanitizes it and begins to clean the chicken.
She reminds me, “Ben, you were going to call the company that delivers the food to the restaurant.”
I suggest, “Mabel, let’s wait until we start cooking the meal. I don’t want to clean my hands again.”
Mabel agrees, “Ben you’re correct, thank you for thinking of that.”
I question, “So what are we cooking today?”
Mabel replies, “We need something that can be eaten by everyone so we’re making chicken soup.” Mabel is finished cleaning the chicken, brings out a huge pot and says, “Shoot I forgot to boil some water first.”
I point to a separate spigot on the side of the sink and say, “I’m not sure how hot the water needs to be, but that’s hooked to an instantaneous water heater under the sink.”
Mabel replies and remarks, “I like the water just below boiling, and that’s a great device to have. Why did you install that?”
I reply, “I got tired of constantly boiling water for everything - that’s why this is here.”
Mabel takes a cup, puts some water in it, checks the temperature and says, “This should be perfect. Ben can you help me fill the soup pot.”
I grab the big soup pot, move it over to the hot water spigot and begin to fill it. I ask, “How do you want the vegetables sliced?”
Mabel replies, “Ben they just need fit in the blender. We want the soup as smooth as possible to lessen the chance it might give someone indigestion.”
The big soup pot is full of hot water so I move it to the stove, put it on the burner and turn it on. Mabel brings the cleaned chicken over, puts it into the pot and begins to throw in some spices.
I move back to the vegetables and begin to quarter them so they fit into the blender. Once the blender is full, I put some of the hot water in it, place it on the base and blend the hell out of it. It quickly makes short work of the vegetables - with a hell of a noise.
Mabel asks, “What sort of blender is that?”
I reply, “It’s a Blendtech. I bought it because I was tired of the wimpy blenders that broke all the time.” Then I inform her, “The company is crazy and as part of their advertising they blend all sorts of things in the thing.”
Mabel asks, “Like what things?”
I reply, “Marbles, Golf balls, hell they even did a mobile phone.”
Mabel states, “Well the only issue I can see is we’re not ready to add the vegetables yet.”
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