Her Specialty is Brunch
This time it was a Friday instead of Saturday. I was to be at Elise's apartment at eleven thirty. At precisely eleven twenty two I knocked on the door. I'm of the belief that arriving too early shows impatience. Although, I had good reason to be. Arriving between the six to eight minute early mark conjures up positive qualities like patience and punctuality.
Since being punctual was my normal routine, that wasn't a problem. It was the patience part that I had to come to grips with. I'm usually patient in most situations but, I woke up this morning with sweet Elise's round cheeks on my mind, and my man torpedo loaded and primed to explode!
"Must have been a damn good dream, said my wife smiling. I hope I was in it."
"You're always in my dreams baby, I said, chuckling. And sometimes we get kind of freaky." She gave me a questioning look, then added an alluring smile.
It had been over a month since the night Elise surprised me after one of her Friday night outings. Stopping by unexpectedly after our bedtime hoping that I would satisfy her burning need. If you recall, I wrote about that incredible happening in,
'A Stepdaughter's After Hours Visit.'
If you read that, my anxiousness is easily understood.
Elise invited me in with a change of plans. "Perfect timing," she said. In sexy thigh high boots and a form fitting dress that stopped right above the knee, she informed me that we were doing something a little different.
She had ordered a lunch tray from a neighborhood grocery store that was ready to be picked up. "Did I mind driving?" She asked.
"Not at all, lead the way," I told her.
Ours was a familial and familiar relationship and that's what it looked and felt like. We'd shopped like this many times over the last ten plus years.
When we arrived back at her apartment Elise got creative. I watched her divide the food tray, then excuse herself to go to her bedroom. "Start eating, I'll be right back," she said. I'm thinking that she plans to save some for later. Okay by me, I came for a different kind of delicacy.
So, I sat on the couch and munched on a ham slider and poured a glass of sweet tea from the carafe she had placed on the coffee table.. The TV was on an all music channel, songs from the early 2000's.
Ten minutes later Elise came back in, passed by me sitting on the couch, and ambled sexily into the kitchen. "Oh, fuck," I said under my breath. She had changed her outfit.
The full effect of her over the knee boots took on a different look now, accentuating her exposed voluptuous thighs. The dress had been replaced by a loose fitting front button silk top that reached just below her velvet prize region and bubble butt. I could clearly see that she didn't have on panties.
Elise came and sat beside me, and crossed her legs. She picked up a slider with one hand, took a bite, then rested her other hand on my crotch, giving it a playful squeeze.
She took a bite, then staring at her sandwich as if it were me, asked it playfully. "Is he ready to give a bitch what she needs?" She turned to look at me with those deep set hazel eyes, then snaked her tongue out and wet her tempting lips.
"Trust me, he woke me up early this morning ready to explore." I replied. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "He just loves sticking your horny ass."
She laughed, then said. "You are so nasty, and I love it. She patted her pussy. She's been calling for you again."
My cock strained visibly through my khakis as her silk top kept rising, exposing more of her upper thighs. I finished my second slider and continued sipping my tea, lightly massaging her back, controlling my urges while she finished hers.
Seated side by side, Elise draped one leg over mine giving me an unobstructed view of her hairy wet delight, and took another sip of her tea. I didn't move, knowing the sparkles from her glistening pussy would soon be covering my hardness.
I leaned over and began lip massaging her pointy nipples through the silk material. I placed my hand on her inner thigh and began finger crawling towards her honey hole. When I got close enough to feel her wetness, I paused and played in her forest.
Elise began moaning. "So, you said my pussy's been calling for me?" I asked.
"Uh huh, she moaned, she needs some attention, Daddy. See how wet she is for you?" I easily slid my fuckfinger in her open slit, and she moaned louder. I circled my finger around in her pussy and looked down to see her aroused clit bulging outside her wet lips.
"Look at that, I said. That definitely requires some attention." She was still in a sitting position. I picked up her leg, the one resting crossways on mine, ducked under it and looked up at her.
"Do you remember what I told you I wanted?" She asked me. I noticed that she liked to inform me how she wanted it the next time. She wanted me to talk "nasty" to her.
She wanted another unforgettable fuck, wanted me to treat her like a slut, she told me. "I know you, she said, and I feel safe with you, you're the only one I can trust to fuck me the way I like to be fucked. So, take it."
"I already took it, baby. This pussy already belongs to me. Say it, tell me who this pussy belongs to."
"It's your pussy, Daddy, you're right, this pussy belongs to you," she slowly said between moans. Please fuck me, she begged. I love when you talk nasty and treat me like a slut."
"After I make your slutty ass come, I'm gonna put my dick deep in your pussy." My lips landed on her swollen, extended knob, and she let out a yelp. I swirled my tongue around it's softness, and felt it trembling when I covered and locked my lips around it, sucking noisily, catapulting her into an instant orgasmic frenzy.
"I told you I was ready, she said, panting heavily after each word. She bucked a couple of times, then yelled, I'm coming! I'm coming, Daddy!" That was her first orgasm. I wanted this pussy to want more, wanted her begging for it. I slowly tongue massaged her clitoris back to a placid level, and then I stood. "Don't move," I told her.
I locked in on her eyes as I climbed up on the couch. Elise instinctively spread her lips, and I plunged my cock forcefully into her open hole. "Is this what you want? Suck it bitch!" I leaned my body into her chest and pulled her head down on my cock. "I said, suck it bitch!"
Elise gobbled on my shit like tomorrow might not come. Holding onto my shaft she sucked on my knob, popping it in and out of her mouth with that same sound she made the last time. I reached down and fondled her tits while she moaned how much she loved having my cock in her mouth.
She slurped and licked while she palmed my ass with her soft hands, fueling my pumping motion until I stiffened and blasted a load of warm cum down her throat, so much that it flowed out both sides of her mouth and down her neck.
I didn't pull out of her mouth until I softened. She looked at me, and then erotically licked the remaining cum from around her mouth.
"Get up, she said, and follow me." When we got off the couch she took my hand and led me through her bedroom to the bathroom where I stood waiting behind her, my cock pushing against her soft, plump ass as she bent over to turn on the shower.
"Be patient, Daddy, she said. We have plenty of time. This pussy is all yours today."
She stepped in the shower and stood under the running water. I watched her for a few moments, admiring the fine details of her curvy, supple body. Her small but firm breasts, the way her back led down to the roundness of her ass, and the little stomach blip that signified Womanhood. I took it all in quickly as my cock sprang back to life.
After she lathered up I joined her in the shower. She moved so that I would be positioned under the main stream of warm water, and began soaping me down, paying special attention to my fresh erection. She lathered it, gently stroking back and forth. "I love fucking this dick and I'm not through with it, she said. This good pussy is going to send it back home well nourished."
"I want you to finger fuck me some more." She leaned back against the side wall and spread her legs. I reached up and pointed the shower head towards her to keep her wet and warm, and then I zoned in on sucking her fat, protruding nipples, first one, then the other, holding her plump ass with one hand, fondling her fat pussy lips with the other.
I slid two fingers in her slit causing her to lift on her toes. "Damn, you know how to fuck me, she said. Play in my pussy, I love it. Go a little slower baby, yes, like that, um, that feels so good."
For five minutes we let the water rain down on us while she moaned and jerked as my fingers explored her canal. "Shit, coming again, Daddy, she whispered. I teased her clit as she stiffened her back to the wall, trembling, her eyes closed. Yeah, yeah, that's it, Daddy, make me come."
After she climaxed, she opened her eyes and said, "let's go in the bedroom, I have some wine for us." I paused for a moment because I wanted to stick this pussy right then and there. She sensed what I was thinking. "Be patient, she said again, you're gonna get this pussy."
