Mike closed his car door and grabbed his briefcase from the trunk, arriving home from work to his mansion. He was a dad of two and a wealthy business man returning from the office.
He loosened his neck tie and unbuttoned the top of his dress shirt as he opened his front door to a round of cheering.
"Mr. Goodwin!!" "Come hang out with us!!" "We haven't seen you in so long!" roared through the crowd of sorority girls in his living room. There were about 20 females in his house wearing skimpy pink outfits.
"Heyyyy dad!" his daughter Emily nervously approached, "Mom told you about the sleepover I'm having tonight right?"
Mike rolled his eyes but let out a light laugh, "Leave it to your mother to greenlight a whole event and have me be the chaperone."
The audience of girls laughed, one of them spoke for his attention, "Mr. Goodwin! We're college students, we don't need supervision!"
He nodded in agreement and surveyed the room, seeing empty bottles of alcohol and snacks spewed everywhere. "Don't you guys have class tomorrow?"
A familiar voice shot through the crowd, "You know no one takes classes on Fridays anymore right old man?"
Mitchie, one of Emily's sorority friends, rushed through the group and hugged Mike tightly. She was Mike's favorite of all the girls, and most likely the favorite of anyone who met her.
Her personality was always bubbly and it was impossible to find her without a huge smile. She made anyone that she talked to feel comfortable and could light up any room.
Mitchie's round and perky tits pressed against Mike as they hugged. Her all-pink pajamas barely covered them as her hard nipples easily poked through.
For a shorter girl, her figure was extremely well rounded. Round ass, tight waist, wide hips, she had it all.
Mike returned her hug and placed his hands on her lower back, "Wow, your hair is really uh.. Pink."
"Yeah, Emily wanted to do a Mean Girl's theme for the sleepover so I figured I'd go all out!" she cheerfully responded.
"Come on! We're about to take pictures, you HAVE to be in them" she added, pulling Mike by his hand and joining the rest of the girls at the backdrop.
They all squeezed Mike into the middle and posed proactively with him, Mitchie especially hugging his arm and squeezing her cleavage into him.
He tried to smile normally for the pictures and hide his glances at all the boobs and asses hanging out of the girl's slutty clothes.
"Okay one more funny one!" one of the girls yelled. They all shifted around and made kissy faces at each other, some straight up squeezing their chests together.
Mitchie took the opportunity to slide in front of Mike and push her ass cheeks onto his dick. The shorts she wore swallowed up her butt and you could see her asshole creeping out.
The girls dispersed towards the camera to look at the photos as Mitchie turned around and teased Mike with a whisper, "Be careful where you poke that thing sir"
She shot him a wink and skipped away to check out the pictures. Mike covered his hard-on with his briefcase and excused himself, telling the girls if they needed anything, to come get him.
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A couple of hours have passed while Mike hid away in his room. The noise from downstairs have gone silent and seemed to move into Emily's room on the other side of the house.
He stepped into the kitchen and attempted to gather himself some snacks. Tiptoeing around discreetly, he opened the fridge and observed his choices.
"Late night snack Mr. Goodwin?"
He jumped back and threw his fists up in defense.
"Woah woah! Don't hurt me!" Mitchie waved her hands in front of her jokingly.
Mike clutched his chest as he closed the refrigerator doors, "Don't you know better than to scare an old man?"
She stepped towards him and held her hands behind her back, "I guess I just can't stop getting your heart racing huh?"
Her perfume enamored Mike as he realized her pajama shorts were missing, and she was wearing pink panties with a little bow on it.
He slipped around the kitchen island and by her, making his way towards the stairs, "Got to get back to bed! Long day tomorrow."
"Wait! Mr. Goodwin, um." Mitchie ran after him and tugged at his t-shirt. "All the girls fell asleep, and I was going to put on a scary movie. Did you want to watch it with me?"
Mike gulped as he stared down into her eyes, then switching his glance to her deep cleavage. Before he could answer or nod, she took his hand and sat him by the couch.
Mitchie clicked through the TV quickly and selected a random movie before hopping on the armrest of the couch.
"Wow this movie is really scary" she stated with a serious face, "I might need some protecting."
Mike looked at the TV as the introductions hadn't even started, but played into her words. "Yeah.. I wouldn't want you to be scared or anything, why don't you sit with me?"
With a huge grin on her face she hopped onto his lap and snuggled under the blanket. Completely ignoring the movie, she snatched Mike's boner and whispered into his ear.
"Mr. Goodwin.. we're both not stupid right? Let's not waste any time here.."
Mike licked his lips as he moved his face closer to hers.
"Your wife is always here and being a total bitch. She's finally gone and I can finally get what I want." Mitchie spoke confidently.
Mike grabs her face and moves in to kiss her, but she pulls back and dodges it.
"Would you be sitting here if it was any one of Emily's other friends?" Mitchie frowned.
"Of course not Mitchie.." Mike spoke cautiously, "You know it was always you."
She leans back on to the couch and spreads her legs, but crosses her arms. "Oh really? Then why haven't you ever made a move?"
Mike stuttered as he tried to find an explanation, he stumbled and stammered.
Mitchie giggles as she grabs the back of his head and pushes it down to her pussy. "I'm kidding! Kind of. But you better prove it!"
She pulls her panties to the side and makes room for Mike's tongue to sliver in. Her body covered in goosebumps as he ate her out, licking her long and slow.
With his face buried into her pussy, Mike thought about how cute it was. It was the perfect shade of pink and he always loved when vaginas had that 'clean look.'
"You taste so fucking good Mitchie," Mike murmured nose-deep into her pussy. He swirled his tongue inside of her as her back arched.
She moaned with pleasure with her eyes closed and still smiling, "Way better than-"
Mike cuts her off, "Way better than my wife's. Not even a comparison."
Mitchie sits up in a hurry and gives Mike a wet and sloppy kiss. "You can't be saying things like that! Unless you fuck me Mr. Goodwin~"
Mike goes to lower his pants but quickly dives flat onto the couch when he hears footsteps approaching the living room. He pulls Mitchie close to his body and hidden under the blanket.
One of Emily's quieter friends, (who Mike couldn't even remember her name, he only ever cared for Mitchie) strolled into the kitchen and asks for some extra paper towels.
She follows Mike's point to one of the cabinets but struggles to reach the top shelf. "Can you grab it for me Mr. Goodwin?"
