All parties are over the age of 18. Enjoy.
"You look happy today. Are you excited about starting college this fall?" He asked.
I nodded and turned away.
There was silence.
Then I felt him move behind me. He didn't touch me; rather he stood there—close.
I felt his breath move my hair. I felt its warmth slip between the strands. I moved forward, away from him.
I licked my thumb. Sweet and tangy honey mustard for my chicken fingers. I loaded the remaining nuggets from the tray onto my plate and moved from in front of him. Leaving the kitchen, I went into the living room. He followed. I took his recliner and rested my plate on its arm. He took the loveseat.
"What are you watching?"
"Clueless."
He nodded.
I lifted my leg and rested my heel on the cushion beneath me. I heard his intake of breath. I licked off more honey mustard as my eyes darted over to where he sat.
He was tense. His pants showed the usual tending at the seams. His hands were clinched into a fist. His eyes were locked on the spot that was revealed by my repositioning. I watched him watch me and I spread my thighs wider, as I licked off the honey mustard. Then I reached for another nugget.
I continued to eat as I watched Alicia Silverstone have dreamy fantasies regarding her brother. Well.... Her ex-step brother, not that it really matters.
Oops.
I looked down. I spilled some honey mustard. It fell between my thighs and landed between the moist folds of my shaven pussy lips. It looked weird— the yellow against my dark skin. the liquid substance intermingled with mine.
"Damn.... My dress is ruined!" I cried in frustration. I reached up and started to unbutton the button-down, *stainless* dress that covered my body.
"Oh god." I heard him whisper as I began to expose the valley of my breasts. Down and down I unbuttoned until I reached the lower edges of my breasts. Stopping, I reached inside my top and pulled one heavy, tight-nipple breast out and rested it against the straining cloth. Then I did the same with the other mound. The remaining enclosed buttons forced my titties, up and together. "That's better," I said.
Then I took my plate off the arm of the chair and lifted my other leg onto the seat. My thighs were spread as far as they could go and my dress slid down my hips. I placed the plate between my thighs onto the chair and dipped my honey soaked fingers back in my plate, retrieving another nugget, which I promptly ate.
I looked up then and saw him watching me. His breathing was out of control.
"Want one?" I asked.
He swallowed. I took a nugget and instead of dipping it into the sauce I dipped it between my lips—my pussy lips. I rubbed the soft, crusty meat between my folds, against my swollen, red clit, which pushed just passed the overlapping skin. Sticky wetness oozed out and onto the nugget, moistening it. I reached up and stuck my arm out.
"Want some, Daddy?"
He watched me for a few seconds and a small smirk appeared on his lips. He got up and I watched as the tent in his pants began to move with each step toward me. I looked up as he stopped, standing right between my spread thighs. It was in that moment that my heart began to pound inside my chest. I looked into his eyes and what I saw caused my nipples to tighten even more, my pussy to clench and my head to spin. He looked down at me like he wanted to hurt me. Hurt me so bad. So bad in a very very good way.
He looked at the nugget then back into my eyes. I had his eyes. Dark brown eyes. He kneeled down on one knee and ignored the meat I offered him. He reached for one thigh and slid me forward. My ass felt a slight burning sensation. The roughness of the cushion sent trills through my body. He extended one of my legs and pulled it against his bend knee. Once positioned, he reached for my hip. His other hand dipped low and before I knew what he was about, he slid two thick, meaty fingers between my folds and began to hand fuck my pussy.