For this part of the story, I am deeply indebted to one of my fellow authors, Milene, who graciously granted me permission to use one of her characters in my story. I only hope my work is worthy of her faith in me. If you are looking for hot lesbian stories, check out Milene's work; like her characters, she never fails to satisfy.
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"Oh there you are, honey," I heard Kevin say. I turned around and saw him coming through the patio door towards me as he pulled a white t-shirt over his muscular torso. He was wearing a loose pair of khaki shorts and he looked like he was now relaxed and ready for the weekend. I figured I'd be relaxed too if I'd just shot out a massive load of cum like he just did. "Are you ready to eat?" he asked as she stood next to me with his hands on his hips. As I looked up at that crisp white t-shirt hugging his rugged mature body nicely, I thought about that dormant monster lying in wait beneath his shorts and almost came again. I was ready to eat all right, but what I wanted was hidden behind those khakis.
"Yes Daddy. Do you think we can have something with a cream sauce?" I said as I looked up at him with a naughty look in my eyes. "I really feel like something with a nice thick creamy sauce." Little did he know I was thinking about the big batch of semen he'd unloaded onto my picture.
"Oh, well....okay. I think there's some shrimp in there. How about if I whip up some shrimp Alfredo?"
"That sounds yummy, Daddy. Can I help?" I asked as I leaned slightly forward in my chair to give him a birds-eye-view down into the deep line of my cleavage. I saw his eyes flick down quickly and then it seemed like he had to make a conscious effort to tear them away from my swelling chest and look back into my eyes.
"Uh....well....I don't know. You can keep me company at least. C'mon, I'm starved." He motioned towards the patio doors and I got up from my chair and walked slowly into the kitchen in my yellow high heels. I noticed he followed a step or two behind me and not beside me. I let my lush round ass sway provocatively from side to side and knew those faded low-slung jeans made my bum look real good. From what I'd witnessed through that bathroom window just a short time ago, I was sure Kevin thought it looked good too.
"Okay, let's see. What are we going to need here?" he said as he opened the fridge and started poking around inside.
"I'll be right back, Daddy. I forgot something upstairs."
"Okay, sweetie." As he started to pull various things out of the fridge and pile them on the counter, I hurried back upstairs to my room. I had to know for sure if what I had seen was correct. I opened my closet door and looked into my hamper of dirty clothes. Sure enough, everything that I'd been wearing earlier was sitting right on top of all the other stuff; everything except the white panties I'd been wearing! "You nasty bastard!" I thought to myself as I remembered him with my wet panties pressed against his face and that beautiful long black dick spraying his thick white cum all over my picture. I found what he had done to be incredibly dirty and kinky; yet I loved it!
Now satisfied that my eyes hadn't deceived me, I made my way back to the kitchen. I saw he had a pot of water going for the pasta and was busy with some kind of white sauce in another pot while he also had a frying pan out for the shrimp. I climbed onto one of the high stools and leaned against the breakfast bar as he busied himself with preparations at the stove and counter.
"Daddy," I said inquisitively as I leaned forward with my arms crossed beneath my breasts on the high counter. The action caused my big tits to rest on my arms and spread out to each side under their own weight.
"Yeah, honey?" he said as he turned from the stove as I spoke. His first reaction was to acknowledge my presence and then look back to what he was doing, but I saw him do a double-take as his eyes seemed drawn to the creamy expanse of tit-flesh almost spilling out of my tight yellow top and bra.
"Remember how we talked about getting me a car?" I said matter-of-factly as if we'd just been talking about it moments before.
He gave me a big smile and chuckled softly. "I remember YOU talking about it," he said as he pointed at me with the spatula in his hand.
"Aaaaaahhh," I said with an exaggerated pout, "I really need a car, Daddy. Do you know how depressing it is to take the bus back and forth to school every day? Do you know the kind of people you see on the bus and the weird things they do?" I smiled inwardly as I thought about those two boys on the bus jacking off over me just a short time ago.
"Hey, I rode the bus when I was your age. Your mother rode the bus when she was your age." He paused for a second as he looked at me. I knew he could see the depressed and disappointed look on my face. His face softened a little and he seemed to have a more understanding look on it as he talked to me while he dumped the pasta into the boiling water. "Now Brooke, I remember when we did talk about it that your mother and I agreed that if you want a car, you have to make some form of contribution. Now, have you saved any money up since we last talked about this?" We both knew that I was terrible with money. It always seemed to burn a hole right through my pocket.
"No," I said as my lower lip came out in a major pout. "But there must be something I can do? How about if I just do more chores around the house? I can clean and vacuum as good as the cleaning lady, you know." I was willing to do anything to get them to buy me a car.....and I mean anything. I thought of how much I'd love to suck Kevin's big cock two or three times a day; even if they didn't get me a car! Kevin stopped what he was doing and I could see the wheels going around inside his head.
"That....that thing you said about cleaning. You.....you'd do that?" he asked with a serious look on his face now. I couldn't quite figure out why the change.
"Uh yeah. If it meant having a chance to get a car, sure." He still had that serious look on his face and his mind seemed to be going a mile a minute. "Why, what are you thinking?"
"You know on my job how I need to help out my clients a lot?"
