A male manager shows his manmeat factory to a female reporter by going through the process himself, then serving her his cooked penis. Comments are very welcome, especially from women. Previous stories: Lisa's manmeat
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He adjusted his tie, gave his expensive suite a quick look, cleared his throat and then nodded briefly. The female reporter looked into the camera and said, "Welcome to tonight's show. We're standing here with the manager of the recently built manmeat factory I'm sure most of you have heard of. Please tell us a little bit about it." "Well," he began, "as you know our company offer a variety of manmeat products to women all over the world. This ultramodern facility is capable of producing them all with high rates and low costs." "For example, here we have a can with five high quality manmeat sticks. Perfect for the dinner with your girl friends." He held up the can to the camera. "Or perhaps a fresh full package of our finest?" he continued while showing a penis in a box with film wrap around to the camera. "If you visit us you can pick out a man yourself from our stock and have us process him for you. Or if you prefer you can of course bring one of your own." The reporter nodded and said, "I'm sure our viewers would like to see the factory in a little more detail. Perhaps you can show some parts of the process to us?" "Of course," he replied, "I'll even do better than that. I was hoping that you'd accompany me through the entire process and tape it. While I'm having myself processed I'll explain the various steps to you. Then perhaps we could finish in the dining room to serve you my cooked penis so you can judge it for yourself? Does that sound satisfactory, Ms Smith?" "Oh," she looked a little bit surprised but smiled at him, "it'll be an honor to have your penis on my plate tonight; I'm looking forward to it." He nodded. "Then please follow me to the preparation rooms and I'll show you what you'll be having for dinner." "Here we are," he said while removing his underwear. "These rooms are for stripping and perhaps have a final pee while still having a penis." He walked up to the urinal nearby and began peeing while the camera zoomed in on his cock. "Over there", he continued and nodded over his right shoulder, "we have an observation window; for visitors, personnel and customers to watch a particular piece of meat or just the process in general." He walked over to a wall and took one of the many pairs of handcuffs hanging on it and locked his arms behind his back. "Handcuffs are mandatory for all men from here on. They ensure that the process runs smoothly and that you don't happen to put your hands where they don't belong without thinking. He walked over to a table in the middle of the room. "It's also tradition for women to bare their breasts while visiting these parts of the facility but of course it's no must; you don't have to but it's appreciated if you do." She nodded, unbuttoned her blouse and let first one, then one other, of her large and beautiful breasts over the edge of her bra. "Well, let's give you a look at what you'll be eating," he said, sat down on the table, spread his legs, leaned backwards and let his penis swell. She examined it carefully, sliding her fingers along the shaft and gently squeezing his balls. A while later, still hard and handcuffed, he was standing in front of a young woman, on her knees, completely naked with her blond hair in a pony tail, a name tag pierced though the nipple of one of the large breasts and with her cunt shaved. As he had just explained to the camera, this was the quality control. "Yes, I think it's a good job," she replied to a question from the reporter, "It's well payed and I get to give a lot of men their last blow job. And then of course, if I want, I get to pick the cock I want for lunch among those not already taken." The reporter nodded. "So, how does it feel to do your boss now?" The woman smiled. "Well, it's an honor of course and I'm glad it happened to be me. He's got a nice penis but I won't give him a better judgement than I would any other man." "Ok, that's all. Thank you," the reporter said, "and please continue your work." In an experienced manner, she closed her lips around his shaft and sucked him until he was as hard as he would get; then she applied the measuring device, adjusted the slider to the head of his cock and read the measurement. With a skilled eye she judged the meat and examined his balls with her fingers. Finally, she wrote a few numbers on his leg and slapped him on his behind to signal that he was done and should move on. Next, they entered the cutting room itself. A number of women worked with entering numbers on the machines and supervising the process. He joined the line of men waiting for their turn while the camera swept over it and up to the machines; the men stepped up to them, put their hard penises in the hole and then left without a penis. Soon it was his turn and he stepped up to the machine and told the woman beside it, "Hi, Sandra. I now it's not written on me but mine is reserved for a Ms Smith and goes directly to the kitchen." She nodded and entered the new information on the machine. "Alright, sir. If you would please put your penis in the hole." He glanced at the reporter and said, "Perhaps you could let Ms Smith take over for a while?" "Of course," the woman he had called Sandra replied, "Well then, Ms Smith, since the men are handcuffed, the first thing you have to do is help him get his balls into the machine." She did and then, as instructed, put the strap used to press his lower abdomen to the machine in place. Finally, she put a finger with a long fingernail painted red, on the button next to the panel and smiled at him. "Ready to loose it?" He smiled back at her and nodded. "Sure. Just press the button." She did and soon his penis was on the production line, tagged and on it's way to the kitchen while the camera zoomed in on it. Once the camera was rolling again in the kitchen, the cook cut loose the skin on his penis just below the head and threw it away. Then she cut the urethra open from top to base, rinsed it in water and put the penis in the pan to fry. Next, she removed the testicles from the sack and put them in hot, almost boiling water. A while later, once the dish was prepared he carried it to the dining room and served it to her himself. The camera was temporarily turned off while she ate, but when she had finished her meal it zoomed in on him and he said, "You are all welcome to visit our factory. Why not bring your wife, have yourself cut in our machines and serve her your penis, prepared by our excellent kitchen? Or, if you don't have any special in you life, just join our manmeat stock and get processed. And you women out there are of course all welcome to try out what we have to offer here. So, did you enjoy your meal, Ms Smith?" "Yes, and thank you so much. Yours was the best penis I've ever eaten and I'm sure our viewers will enjoy the program almost as much as I did."