Daddy's Dinner

by Keira Moon

  I could tell it was still a little chilled because he cringed a little as I sprayed it all over his dick and his balls. I slowly began to lick it all off. I looked up at his face and the look of complete pleasure told me that he was completely enjoying my work. I smiled in satisfaction knowing that I had pleased him like I had promised. I continued licking and sucking until there wasn't a drop left on him. I reached for my bag again and pulled out a small bottle of wine and opened. I slowly poured the contents from the crevice in his neck down his chest and stomach, and over his balls. I proceeded to lick this substance up and it tasted so much better from his bottle then it ever would anywhere else. I spread it out all over his front side and licked and suck it all up until there was nothing left of this substance either. By this time Richard wanted me to roll over so he could just stick it in me but I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to please him like he has pleased me so many other times. I reached into my bag one more time and pulled out a bottle of Hershey's chocolate syrup. I leaned back and drizzled it into my mouth and again went to work. This time paying attention to only his dick. I sucked it in and swallow just a little of the chocolate began to lick him. I licked around the tip and up and down the shaft and even around the very base of his dick. After I got to the base I continued back up and put the whole thing back in my mouth, and began thrusting my head back and forth. The chocolate was still in my mouth and his dick tasted to good. I was beginning to really enjoy this and I could feel my pussy becoming wetter. I began sucking faster, I wanted to cum inside my mouth so bad. Faster and deeper I went trying to deep throat it and I was somewhat successful to my surprise. Richard grabbed for my shoulders and started pumping his large dick deeper into my mouth. I knew he was close so I went faster still. I could hear his breath start to get harder so I kept going. I poured everything I could into it. I heard him scream that he was coming so I grabbed his sides and pulled him into me and he came. I took it all in every drop and I swallowed it. I liked his dick clean and swallowed that too. Then I crawled up his body and laid my pussy on his still hard dick and leaned over to kiss him. I let him catch his breath for a few seconds and went back for more kisses. You seemed to savor the taste of the chocolate and your cum that still remained in my mouth. His lips and tongue felt so good on mine. I wanted his dick in me. I wanted him so fuck me so hard. But he rolled my over onto my back.

  He began to kiss me all over my back and legs and began to finger me. I moved my hips up a little so he had better access to my already drenched pussy. His hands and mouth felt so good on my skin and I wanted him so bad but he insisted that I wait and that he gives me a treat. When he finished with my backside he rolled me over to my back and began to caress my tits. He paused for a minute and I looked up at him. He was getting the wine that I had placed on the floor. He told me that he was going to give me the same treatment that I gave him. He ran the wine over my tits and into my bellybutton, and dribbled a little into my pussy. Just the feeling of the cool liquid running into me felt wonderful. He began kissing and licking me again and as he did this he put his finger back into my pussy and mixed the wine my juices. My tits were the first things that his lips were attracted to. He kissed around them and licked and sucked on the nipples. He caressed them in his hands and continued to pleasure me. Then he moved on to my stomach and licked up all the wine that he left there, and licked it all out of my bellybutton. I was begging him to let me fuck him but he still insisted that he continue. All for my pleasure, he guaranteed that I would like sex much more if I let him finish. He continued downward until he reached my thighs. He kissed and licked and rubbed my thighs. When he got to my inner thighs, again I almost lost it. He was licking all around the inside of my thighs and would gradually get a taste of the edges of my pussy. I began to squirm and he plunged his long tongue deep into my pre moistened pussy. Oh it felt so good. The warmth of his tongue and the cool breeze sweeping across it felt wonderful. He licked around the whole areas and sucked out all the juice that he could get in. He ate me like he hadn't eaten for days, and I was enjoying every second of it. I could feel myself slipping into ecstasy and my body began to twitch and squirm against his hand.

  As I began to cum his hand reached up and again caressed my boobs. I love it when he does that. I lost my mind to ecstasy and all I could think of was his tongue lapping up the cum from my pussy. I began to moan and scream. "Oh god Richard, make me cum harder!" I screamed between pants of air. I started pumping my hips into his face and covered him with my cum. I must have been having my orgasm for about 5 minutes, but it seemed like forever. I was enjoying all of it. It was the best orgasm I had ever had, and I could have dealt with a few more hours of it. I still wanted Richard's dick in me though. When I was done Richard gave my pussy one last lick and a kiss and sat up to wipe his cum-filled face off. As I laid on the bed, oblivious and trying to catch my breath , Richard crawled up the bed and laid next to me. He put his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. I whispered "I love you" in his ear and he held me tighter as he said he loved me to. I also added that I wasn't done with him yet, and he gave me a very anxious look. By then I had caught my breath but still had that shaky "Damn that was good" feeling. I didn't care though, I was going to have his dick in me. Immediately I went to work. I was back between his legs with his dick in my mouth. He was still quite hard and I knew he was ready to go again. I licked the whole thing a little to lubricate it and crawled back up to give him a kiss on his soft sweet lips. Then I looked him in the eyes and said "Fuck me now!" He gave me this impressed look (probably because I have never been dominant before) and told me to roll over onto my back. He positioned himself between my legs and pushed my legs farther apart. He took his large hard dick in his hand and guided it to my wet pussy. It felt so good as he slid it in. I felt myself being filled and his fingers gently rubbed against my clit. After he had penetrated me he laid on top of me. I wanted more of him so I pressed on his ass to get as much of him inside me as possible. I began pumping, pushing him in and out of him. He was pumping against me also. When we got a steady rhythm I began to slide my clit against him as I slid back and forth. I could already feel my cum dripping down my leg and onto the sheets. I was so wet, and knowing this made so much hornier. He was pumping me hard and I could feel his nuts hitting my ass. The bed was banging against the wall, but I didn't care, I was hitting my second orgasm and he was too. It was amazing, we had never cum together. We were holding each other as tight as we could, and over my

  Louise Adultery

  A few years ago I was living for a while in Mitchell County in very rural southwest Georgia. I'd been through a rough time, what with a psychologically and emotionally abusive director at the theater where I had been working and being badly dumped by a girlfriend I was really keen on, so my sister and her husband had suggested I get out of New York for six months and move south to help them build their house out in the sticks. They offered to feed me and house me in return for my labor. I had nothing going for me in Illinois, and, given the opportunity to avoid a winter, I readily agreed. While they were building, they had rented a small house in Veronica, the county seat, and the only town of any size for some miles around. I slept in the second bedroom. To keep my hand in with acting, to make a little money, and to meet some women, I decided to set up the Veronica Theater Workshop for interested locals, focusing on improv and games. I found a perfect indoor sports hall to rent for three hours a week, put up some flyers around town, and was amazed to attract over 40 people for the first meeting. Numbers tailed off a little over the weeks, but there were about 25 people every Tuesday night. I charged $5 per participant for a three-hour workshop. Some people came every week without fail, others from time to time. Most of the regulars were women; some were attractive, some were flirts, some were both, some were neither. My absolute favorite was Louise, whom I described to my sister as my physical ideal. She was very blonde, very pretty, very curvy, tiny waist, 5'1", no more than 105~ pounds. Unfortunately she was married, which
meant that, although she was number one in the attractive category, she did not feature in the flirting one. Her husband joined her at the first two or three workshops, but it was clear the only reason he was there was to keep her company. He must have had a big dick, because otherwise I couldn't begin to imagine what she saw in him.

  He was very ordinary-looking, and a total dork, awkward, shy, uncoordinated, unimaginative, and frankly useless at acting. Thank goodness he gave up attending very quickly. She, on the other hand was a really good little actor, and I'm not saying that just because she was so sexy. She was a natural. She had great comic timing, grace, inventiveness, charisma, and presence. With the combination of her talent and her looks, she would be well armed for success in the tough world of professional acting. I found myself thinking about her a great deal of the time, and looking forward to Tuesdays, when I would be sure to see her. My time down south was coming to an end. About 8 days before I was due to leave, I had a sexy dream about Louise, after which I knew I had to communicate my feelings to her. I wrote this letter, which I put in a sealed envelope tucked under the windshield wiper of her car the evening of the last workshop. "Dear Louise, I've been watching you closely over the last few months and there are a couple of things I have to tell you. Both might come as something of a shock, but I'm asking you to read this with an open mind. The first is that, with your looks and your talent, I think you could find well-paid and regular work as a TV actress. My advice, for what it's worth, is that you head up to New York, and get yourself apart on a soap opera. I know it is easier said than done, but I do really think you can succeed. I'm heading back north in a few days, and I can't leave without saying the second thing, which is that I am incredibly attracted to you. You are simply gorgeous. I have dreamt of making love to you all night, and regret that I've been unable to say anything sooner.

  I've enjoyed getting to know you a little. Best of luck always in whatever you do. Taylor x" I fully expected never to see her again after that final workshop. A couple of days before heading back north, I had taken my car to a mechanic for an oil change and a once-over to ensure that it would make it back to Illinois safely and reliably. His shop was near the house, so I had walked home, and was taking it easy on the couch, reading. It was a hot day, in the mid-80s, not unusual for April in South Georgia. My sister and brother-in-law had gone out to their property for the day, so with no cars outside the house it appeared as though no one was home. As I was reading, the house shook gently, meaning someone was walking up the stairs to the front porch. I went to the front door to see who was there. It was Louise! She was dressed in soft yellow Capri pants with a side zipper, and a fairly tight pink and yellow striped top that showed off her bust nicely. She blushed deep red when she saw me, obviously startled, and said, "Oh, Taylor, it's you. I didn't realize anyone was home. I was just leaving you this letter." I saw then that she was holding an envelope with my name on it. "I'll just leave it and go." "No, wait, I can't let you just run off like that. How rude would that be? Come in, please, it's a hot day, have a glass of iced tea." "Oh, no, I don't want to bother you. It's OK, I'll just go." "Louise, you're not bothering me, I was just sitting reading. Come in, I insist." She was hesitant, but eventually agreed to come in. She perched on the edge of the sofa while I brought her a glass of iced tea. "So let me see this letter, then," I said, smiling. The poor girl looked terribly nervous. She really was incredibly pretty. Her straight blond hair was parted down the middle and fell below her shoulders. Her heart-shaped face (the impression was strengthened by her hairstyle), featured big, big blue eyes, a slightly turned up nose, a sweet bow mouth with full, curvy lips, and the cutest, sharply defined teardrop shape between her nose and her top lip. She wore mascara so you could see her eyelashes, but no other makeup. She said, "Oh, I wish I-" but then stopped herself and handed me the envelope. I sat down at the other end of the sofa from her, to her left, opened the envelope, and pulled out a sheet of pale pink paper. "Dear Taylor, Thank you for taking the time to write to me. I have enjoyed the workshops very much, and I've learned a lot. I'll have to think about your suggestion. I have dreamt of making love to you all night, too, night after night.

  I can't imagine anything more wonderful. But I am married and I'd like to think I take my vows seriously. Goodbye. Louise x" Well! This was quite unexpected. She was lusting after me, too! If I played my cards right, I'd have my fingers and maybe more inside her within the next 20 minutes. There were possibilities in her use of the phrase 'I'd like to think I take my vows seriously.' Not 'I take ...' I knew I could exploit that. But how? As it was a hot day, all I was wearing was a pair of overalls, with no shirt and no underpants either. I could just whip the overalls off and be naked in front of her. No, too brash, she'd just run. I feared that the adrenaline rush was clouding my judgment. Quickly, now. It was only a short note, so I couldn't pretend I was taking ages to read it. I decided to play it as it came, with no set plan. That way I could be more flexible in my responses. I glanced over at her. She was looking down at her feet. God, she was so cute! I made my mind up that the moment she said 'No' or 'Stop,' I would do the gentlemanly thing, but until that point, I was going to go for it. With my eyes glued to her face, looking for some clue or reaction, I said, "Well, this is certainly unexpected. I acknowledge you for having the courage to bring the letter over to my place, and then to come inside when you knew I was here and would read it. It's kind of exciting to think that we're both so attracted to each other, isn't it?" She didn't speak or move, so I went on. "There's one thing in your letter that has me a little curious, Louise. You say you'd like to think you take your vows seriously. You don't say that you actually do take them seriously." Easy, now, this is the critical moment. "If you do take them seriously, why are you still here? If you don't, I have the same question: Why are you still here?" Sheesh. This was about the most convoluted seduction spiel I'd ever made. I wasn't sure if I could keep track of it myself! She looked up from her feet, turned her head to me and said quietly, "I don't know. I do know I shouldn't stay, but I can't leave. Not yet." Keep going, Taylor, she hasn't said no yet. We weren't quite at the point of no return, one way or the other. She needed a little more softening up. Time for a move. "Well, I think I know why you're here."

  I reached over and with the back of my right hand touched the outside of her leg a few inches above the knee. She seemed to shrink from the touch momentarily - I thought she might be about to slap me - but then she pressed back against my hand with her leg, fairly forcefully. She wasn't pushing me away, she was responding. Yes!!! Thank you, God! I got her!! I started stroking her leg, now, instead of touching it, and then I shifted down the sofa till I was sitting right beside her. With my left hand I reached up to her face and turned her head towards me. Very, very slowly I moved in for a kiss. She looked at me with big eyes and whispered, "I shouldn't stay, Taylor." She didn't pull back, however. "You are, though," I whispered back, and gently kissed her on the mouth, a series of short meetings of lips, each with our mouths slightly wider open than the previous one, each a little longer than the last. I slowly gave her a little more tongue, and in a minute we were kissing pretty passionately. Oh, yes. This was going to be really good. We were going to fuck, I knew it. I knew I couldn't mess this up now. Patiently, though, don't rush it, just reel her in nice and easy. In anticipation of the pleasures to come, my cock had gotten semi-erect, but the bagginess of the overalls meant that for the time being she was unaware of it, luckily. I didn't want to frighten her away. I moved my hand down to her breast. "We shouldn't, Taylor," she said. "We are, though," I replied, giving her tit a gentle squeeze. It was so wonderfully firm! She didn't stop me, so I started to rub it. I could feel her nipple hardening under her clothes. Impulsively I put my tongue in her ear and started licking it fairly hard. It tasted bitter, but she really liked that, gasping, wriggling, moaning. "Oh, Taylor, that drives me nuts! It feels so good." I noticed that her legs had parted a little, so decided it was time to make another move. "You kno
w, I'm not really sure when my sister and brother-in-law are going to get home, so maybe we should get ourselves a little privacy in my room instead of having them find us on the sofa." The walls were paper thin, so if they did come home, whatever we'd be doing wouldn't exactly be private, but at least they wouldn't see us. I stood up, took her hand, pulled her to a standing position, and walked over to the door of my room. "We shouldn't, Taylor," she said. By way of response I opened the door for her with a gallant little bow. She went in and sat on the very edge of the bed. It was time to make my intentions perfectly clear. I unclipped the suspenders on my overalls, with a flourish threw them back over my shoulders, and let the pants fall to the floor.