Sunday Funday With The Man of the House (2 page)

"God I'm such a dirty girl
right now, Michael", as I look into his eyes with all the innocence
I can muster. I didn't think it worked. He just went back to
texting and I went back to eating my sundae. Maybe David was
getting a rise out of this, I thought, but it doesn't seem to be
working as I hoped.

Just as we were getting
ready to pay the check and leave, I realized I didn't get all the
hot fudge off me. I took my fingertip and parted my thighs, rubbing
the chocolate off me, all while Michael's eyes burned holes through
me. Well that got his attention. Apparently, Michael was a watcher.
I could work with this knowledge. My right hand went to hold my
skirt up, while my other hand brushed over the sheer thong and
rubbed down getting bits of chocolate off me. I looked at Michael,
licking my fingertips.

"Yum", I whisper, "tastes so
good, step-daddy" as he adjusted himself trying to get out of the
booth.

Around eight or nine o'clock
we decide to settle in for some television. I flip through the
channels, find some movie and start popping popcorn for snacks
after changing back into sweats and a tee. I lay back on the couch,
leaving Michael to sit at the end of the couch, my feet barely
touching his leg.

The popcorn bowl gets lower
and lower as the movie progresses. The hero is finally getting the
girl, and they're making out in a loft on screen. Clothing slowly
gets removed, pieces falling into the hay as their bodies start to
meld. She's riding him, her back arched and her nipples hard. I
absently move my hand to under my sweats. I may not have had sex,
but I'm not innocent. I watch the movie, feeling hot and horny,
lightly teasing my clit with the tip of my finger. A sigh escapes
me. It is that sigh that causes Michael to look over. He sits,
staring, while I rub myself gently, getting myself wetter and
slicker with my juices, finally taking my eyes off the television
to look over at him.

I didn't even have to speak
before his mouth was on mine.

He engulfed my mouth, his
tongue darting in as I licked his neck and nibbled on his earlobe.
My tongue, hot and wet against the curve of his ear, flicking the
lobe to trail down the corner of his jawbone.

"Fuck me slow, step-daddy,
because remember...I'm your pussy jackpot."

Michael's eyes darted up at
me, shocked with the realization that I knew. My hands moved to
throw my shirt over the couch cushions, as I took his head in my
arm and drew his mouth onto my breast.

"That's it, lick me, bite
me, make me scream." as the heat from his mouth set my nipple on
fire, rolling it between his incisors. The pale red flush spread
across my chest as his hand went down my sweats, fingering me,
taking over from where my hand was. I was dripping wet for him,
wanting him everywhere. I tried to slide his pants down, but he
swatted my hand away. After a few tries, he just took my hand and
held it over my head, forcibly restraining me from moving. His lips
fluttering everywhere on me, his tongue licking slow trails from my
breasts to navel, until finally it flicked over my clit, sending
pulses of energy throughout my body. My thighs were twitching from
anticipation, and I was panting from want.

"Please, step-daddy" I
manage.

"Please step-daddy, what?"
he growls over me.

"Please fuck me, hard" as I
look into those steely eyes of his. It is then I feel him, his hand
fishing out his rigid cock, plunging it deep inside me for the
first time. I gasp, feeling a release inside me, as he holds the
base and fucks me with it as if it were a toy.

His rhythm changes,
sometimes just teasing the head of his cock in and out of my tight
hole, other times plunging the full mass of it in, stretching me.
Every time I get just to the edge of cumming, he slows, making me
wait. Making me beg for it. He still has me held in one position,
using me as I've always wanted. One hand binding my hands above my
head, unable to touch him or myself, as his other hand works his
massive cock inside me.

"Please" I mutter again, as
he continues to work the tightness that was there, stretching me
fuller and fuller, until I'm dripping with need. He unwraps his
hand and plunges his entire length inside me, filling me even
fuller than before as that hand goes to rub my clit in circles. It
proves too much, my thighs give, my lips part in a moan, and I cry
out with the force of the orgasm as I feel my body pulse around his
cock.

"Oh god yes, little one" I
hear in my ear, as he slams harder into me, over and over. I feel
him burst inside me, filling me with his hot white cum. His thick
spurts that I can fill splashing inside my young fertile body.
Still fucking me as his cum drips out of me, until finally he
subsides. His fingers go inside me, grabbing some of the sticky
wetness, and brings it to my lips to lick.

"Soon all your holes will my
mind, little one", he says, as I smile, satisfied. I want nothing
more than what he says to become reality, but for tonight, I'm
wrapped up in his arms and ready to nap.

The next morning, a Sunday,
we both are late getting up. Totally missing breakfast, we work in
slow motion trying to get household chores done while tidying up
the mess of last night. I was still reeling from the events. I
could only imagine what he had texted David about the
encounter.

"Want to grab some burgers
or would you rather I make a salad here Michael?", I ask from the
kitchen.

"I'd actually rather fuck
you right here on the kitchen table, little one", as he comes up
behind me and picks me up in his arms.

He places me on the table,
as salt and pepper and a variety of napkins fly off. Firmly he
yanks my top and bottoms off, I'm not wearing underwear. There is
no foreplay, no lead in, no soft words, as his tongue goes straight
to my clit. Licking me hard and forcefully.

"Michael you can't be so
rough, I'll cum too quick!" I try to warn him, but he's not hearing
it. He assaults my pussy with both hands, his tongue, working it to
his advantage. Biting, pinching, forcing fingers inside me to
stretch me open and take his tongue. I'm a quivering mess in
minutes as I leak onto his tongue and pool on the table.

"There, now you've had
yours, I can have mine" he says, as I grin opening myself to
him.

"Oh no, no, no kitten. I'm
not taking that. We've popped that cherry, I'm going for another
one", as he flips me over and starts teasing my puckered
ass.

"But step-daddy...", I
start, then feel him throw a tie around my mouth, keeping me from
speaking further.

"Shhhh little
one"

His hands spread me open, as
his tongue darts around. The wetness from his mouth helps guide his
fingertip inside, just to the first knuckle.

"So very tight, even tighter
than last night" he moaned, as he starts fingering my hole. Teasing
me with tongue flips, until he has two fingers working in unison.
His hand spreads lube over his massive cock, guiding it to the hole
he's created. He works it deep into my ass with his fingers, making
sure there is enough to coat it inside and out as it pools beneath
me.

I suck in, gasping at the
sensation that isn't quite pain and isn't quite pleasure at the
moment, as he works his cock in my uncharted territory. Easing it
in, inch by inch, while his hand is teasing my sensitive clit. He
pinches it, making my whole body tense up, knowing it makes my
muscles constrict around his cock, milking it for its sweet
release. It is only a few moments before he's all the way inside
me. His mouth by my ear, whispering how tight I am, how good it
feels, telling me how I'm step-daddy's little slut. Words that melt
me. Making me hotter than I've ever felt. I start to ride his cock,
letting it slam into my ass harder than ever, wanting him to
cum.

"Oh fuck yea baby", he
squeaks out as his cock comes out of my ass, spraying my back with
his cum. Strand after strand of the hot stickiness lands in my
hair, drips over my ass, and slides down my thighs. It covers me in
white as he keeps cumming, until he's completely spent, falling
onto me, a quivering mass of man.

"I love you, little one", he
barely whispers as he lays here beside me, arm draped over me
protectively.

"I love you too Michael",
and I meant it. I'd stay with him for as long as he'd have me. He
was the darkness I craved, the secret lust in me I could only share
with him.

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