“Sorry,” I mouthed, raising my eyebrows.
But the big man just gave a shrug of his shoulders before depositing the presents with a group of others on the counter, pouring himself a cup of eggnog, wrinkling his brow when he tasted it. Oh yeah, the Smiths don’t go light on that stuff, it probably had a gallon of rum in it, not the touch that most recipes ask for.
But the thing is, I was proud of him. I was proud to be seen with Mr. Parker, how handsome he was, the dark hair and blue eyes flashing, a head taller than anyone else, even though he was allegedly just my employer.
And I appreciated how nice he was to everyone, polite, friendly, even though my elderly Aunt Mildred was currently monopolizing his company, chatting non-stop about who knows what. So when we finally sat down to brunch, I rewarded him with a sweet smile.
“Thanks for being so game,” I murmured, pointedly looking at the third glass of eggnog in his big palm. “The Smiths driving you crazy?”
The big man shot me a glance.
“The Smiths always drive me crazy,” he rumbled, “but honey, I’m here for you.”
And I flushed then, taking a chair next to his at the big table. It was an amazing feeling, I loved how he made me feel special, wanted, going that extra mile for me, subjecting himself to the raucous noise, the eccentricities of the Smith clan. And my parents didn’t let me down at brunch either. Instead of eating a meal like a normal group, the lights went low and suddenly a projector flickered to life.
“We’re gonna look at some vacation slides!” crowed my dad. “Trish and I went to Aruba last year, thought you folks might like to see what we did.”
Quite a few of my relatives grumbled, bored. Why the hell were we doing this now, of all times? People were hungry, they wanted to eat, there was a Christmas ham steaming on the table as well as turkey, yams, creamed spinach, all the trimmings. But at least my dad wasn’t completely tone deaf, he made one concession.
“No need to wait before starting,” he said airily. “We’ve got three hundred slides to get through, so bon appetit! Go ahead and load up your plates while I cue this baby up.”
And sure enough, my relatives were like locusts descending upon the food. There were all sorts of smacking sounds as people heaped their plates full, almost fighting over some of the food, the candied sweet potatoes, the special blueberry pie that my mom baked each year.
And as we settled down to eat in the darkness, my dad’s voice started up, droning on and on.
“And this is a black grouper,” his disembodied voice called out. “Trish and I saw this one while snorkeling not too far from shore one day, she almost drowned but then this looker swam along …”
And I sighed. God, three hundred slides of countless underwater pics, photo after photo of coral reefs, fish that all looked the same, my parents’ white, flabby bodies in their comical swimsuits. But just as I was about to go back to eating, a brush came on my knee. At first I figured it was nothing, merely the tablecloth moving.
But then it came again, this time more insistent and I turned my head quickly to look at Pete. I couldn’t see anything but his profile in the darkened room, but his nostrils were definitely flaring, a slight smile playing at his lips. And I melted inside, going hot immediately. Oh god, oh god, were we really doing this? Naughty games, right here, right now? But you know what? Two can play at this game and I wanted in on the fun.
So putting my plate down quietly, I slid a hand into his lap under the table and slowly traced a nail up and down the bulge in his pants. Oh yeah, hard and huge, just like I knew it’d be. In fact, the curve was unmistakable, Mr. Parker was more than a little turned on, he was ready to go, ready to party. His breath started coming fast, audible only to me because I was so close, so near to that masculine frame. But this man was a champion and he wasn’t giving up so easily. Reaching down with stealthy fingers, the big man unzipped himself in one swift movement, and holy shit, but his cock popped out, visible only to me in the dim light. Oh god, that shaft was pulsing, I could see just the thick root before it disappeared under the table cloth, veins coursing hotly, fully erect and ready for me, in whichever way, shape or form.
And the big man smirked then.
“Your turn baby girl,” he whispered in my ear, leaning close on the pretense of serving himself some spinach.
I looked around. Was this really happening? Right here in my parents’ house? In public, as we sat at the big table eating brunch with a bunch of my relatives? I don’t mean to sound like a prude, but there was literally a person five inches to my left and another person five inches to Pete’s right, and yet he’d just unzipped and let out his cock, daring me to play with it.
And oh god, I wanted to fuck him. I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t back down in this game of chicken, wasn’t ready to veer and avoid collision just yet. So squirming slightly in my chair, I reached under my skirt and managed to hook the elastic of my panties in my fingers. Slowly, so slowly, I drew them over my hips, knowing that Pete was aware of my every move even though he didn’t look my way, breathing growing harsh as I upped the ante. Oh yeah, I wasn’t gonna let him win our dirty little game, I wasn’t giving up so soon. With another tiny twist of my hips, I lifted my butt for a moment and pulled the panties over my ass, slowly worming them down my thick thighs before they dropped down to my ankles. And on the pretense of picking my napkin up from the floor, I got those panties off, reappearing with the scrap of pink in my hand, passing them to him under the table.
“My pussy’s bare now,” I said coyly. “You’re up next.”
And Pete groaned then, an audible noise in the darkened dining room. But thank god, at that moment my dad’s voice boomed extra loud as he showed off the marlin he’d managed to net.
“See that?” he crowed. “This here sucker’s a full twelve feet, and it’s the same baby we’ve got mounted on our living room wall now.”
The crowd oohed and ahed with appreciation, because yeah, there was a huge preserved marlin on my parents’ wall now, the eyes glazed and fake, spray-painted after death, but I guess that’s how taxidermy works. Personally it was gross, but I was just happy that my dad was unexpectedly providing cover for our dirty little game.
And Pete wasn’t letting up either. Subtly, his fingers crept into my lap, and I whimpered under my breath, parting my thighs as his digit traced along my labia. Oh god, it felt so good, so wrong, this man touching me right in my parents’ dining room with people all around. What the fuck was wrong with me? I’d turned into a slut for this alpha, everything open to him, wet and slippery, doing whatever he wanted.
Because as his fingers probed, my thighs parted obligingly, granting him entrance. And oh god, oh god, it felt so good. With a soft push, one digit was in, worming into my sweet depths and I moaned involuntarily, trying to choke it back, but it was impossible. I was too turned on.
“Did someone say something?” Jim called out. “Questions anyone?”
And I sat rock still, absolutely terrified. Oh my god, we were about to be outed, the big man’s hand buried deep in my pussy, his cock out as we touched each other.
But Pete has nerves of steel and called out in a manly voice.
“Just wondering which outfit you used?” he rumbled smoothly. “In case I want to go deep-sea fishing next time I’m there.”
And my dad flushed, so happy to get a question, proof that people were listening.
“I used Caribbean Guides, I’ll give you their card,” Jim chortled. “Just tell Bobby that I sent you, and you’ll get a discount,” he preened like a VIP. My heart curdled a little out of embarrassment. I didn’t think Pete would need a discount, probably wouldn’t even use the same tour operator as Jim, he could afford so much more. But all that flew out of my mind as Mr. Parker’s big fingers began moving inside, caressing my inner channel, rubbing up and down my pussy.
“Thanks,” his low voice rang out. “Appreciate it.”
And I almost screamed then, it felt so good, he felt so good i
n me. How in the world did he do this? My pussy was wetly creaming now, the squelch of his fingers as he moved in and out almost audible, my thighs quivering, clit on fire. Oh god, oh god, I was gonna come at the table, Mr. Parker was going to drive me over the edge right here, right now, and I was going to scream like a woman in the throes of orgasm, throw my head back and let out a piercing wail, giving away our pleasure, our naughty deeds.
But Mr. Parker wanted in on the goods too. Without missing a beat, he removed his fingers from my cunt slowly, making me gasp, look at him with wide eyes. Why? Why stop now, when I was so close?
But he glanced at me slyly and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them slowly. If anyone looked they probably just thought he was savoring chicken juices, or maybe a particularly delectable berry tart that had spilled on his hand. But no, he was tasting my cream, my pussy nectar right here at the table.
“Mmm, baby, excellent as always,” he praised in a low voice. “You’ve been eating well.”
And I shivered then at the double entendre. Because we were eating well at my parents’ Christmas brunch, a cornucopia of food laid out in front of us. But I needed more, I needed fulfillment, ecstasy, only the pleasure he could give.
“Please,” I panted slightly. “Don’t leave me like this, please, Mr. Parker, please.”
And the alpha chuckled low in his throat.
“Don’t worry baby girl, I won’t,” he rumbled. “When have I ever left my best girl high and dry?”
And with one swift movement, he scooted his chair back and lifted me into his lap, plopping me down so that my bare pussy was right up against his hard cock. I almost squealed, almost squeaked at the wrongness of this all. Holy shit, we were in public, the warm breathing of other people all around us, they were my relatives for crying out loud, and here I was with my hungry, quivering pussy pressed up against the pole that could give me so much pleasure. So wriggling my hips, with a small whine and a twist, I angled myself until his tip was right up against my entrance. And with a small push, a small jerk, it began to happen. Oh yeah, Mr. Parker began to fuck me right at the dinner table. Right here, on Christmas Eve, with my dad still droning not fifteen feet away, the sound of silverware clinking all around us, his dick began to edge into my sweet pussy, making me mewl and squirm a bit, it felt so fucking good.
“Hold still,” he rasped in my ear. “Hold still.”
And I forced myself not to move as his dick pressed deeper. Because it was dark enough in the room that probably no one could tell I was sitting in his lap, didn’t know that at this very moment, Pete’s thick cock was owning my pussy, pressing into my tight channel, my cunt vibrating and creaming hotly as he breached me.
“Mmm,” I murmured, unable to hold it in.
But the big man gripped my thigh tight then.
“Quiet,” he commanded into my ear again. “Quiet.”
And this time I didn’t let out a peep as his dick burrowed all the way in, balls tight up against my ass, thick, commanding, fully embedded. But even though I couldn’t talk, my body could still signal and with a helpless sigh, my pussy muscles clenched, gripping him in me. It was his turn now to grunt inaudibly, deep in my ear, hips jerking beneath me as his cock was milked.
Oh god, oh god, how in the world was this happening? But I wanted it to go on, I wanted to finish, to keep doing the dirty until both of us came. And evidently Mr. Parker wanted it too because with subtle motions, he rocked into me, running that thick, dominant length in and out of my sweet pussy, our hips moving subtly together, going in, out, in, out, the sweetest rhythm I’d ever felt, heightened by the fact that we were doing it in public.
And with a little cry, a little yelp, I burst around him. That’s right, I came hard right at my parents’ Christmas table, my pussy clenching down on his cock once before shattering, electrical bolts running from cunt to fingertips, little body shaking, breasts bobbling as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to make any sounds. And oh god, but it was so difficult because every nerve ending was sizzling, my cunt pulsing with spasms as he rocked in me, giving it to me deep, the dicking so good, so satisfying, that my mouth opened in a cry of silent ecstasy.
And with one more thrust, Mr. Parker came as well. His muffled groan sounded in my ear and with a jerk of his hips, his dick released in my channel, lash after lash of hot white spraying my insides, jets of sperm pouring into my cunt, filing me with the sweetest seed. And oh god, but I wanted it. My pussy milked him hard, each spasm of my cunt drawing that white deeper inside, sucking him, begging him for more, more and more.
And when I came to, my eyes opening slowly, we were still at the dinner table, peoples’ eyes fixed on the slideshow as my dad wrapped it up.
“There you have it folks!” he said jovially. “And if any of you want more details, don’t be afraid to ask, I made a lot of contacts down there, just say you know Jim,” he added proudly.
Oh my god, the lights were going to come on any minute and people were going to see that I was sitting in Pete’s lap, my skirt suspiciously pulled up, both of us with guilty expressions on our faces.
But the alpha male was fast. With a swift movement, he lifted me off his dick and put me back in my chair, zipping up with a quick flick of his wrist. And just as quickly, he passed me my panties as the lights flickered on.
“Wow, I see you guys did a good job with the food,” remarked my dad, eyeing the table, still clueless. Because yeah, it was like starving people had descended on a feast, and all that was left were bones, half-eaten remains, and a couple sad-looking veggies scattered around.
“It’s no problem Jim,” said my mom from across the room, beaming. “I’m glad people liked it and there’s plenty more in the kitchen, I’ll bring some out in just a minute. Mandy, can you help me please?” she called before disappearing through the doorway.
And I shot a look at Mr. Parker. Holy cow, had that really just happened? Had the big man and I just fucked each other in public, with other people mere inches away? But the only thing that gave us away were the dark streaks across his cheekbones as he leaned forward to talk with another cousin, and the unmistakable feel of his cum dripping out of my pussy now. It slid, wet and tantalizing from my cunt and I flushed hotly, not sure what to do next. I could hardly get up, there’d be a huge gush down my thigh and we’d be outed. But suddenly inspiration struck. With subtle movements, I edged my panties into my pussy, using the soft fabric as a stopper of sorts so that I could get up from the table without a river of white coursing down my thigh.
And slowly, I got up from the table to help my mom bring out more food. Pete glanced over at me then, his look knowing, totally aware of what I’d just done despite the fact that he appeared to be listening to my cousin blabber away. Because yeah, I’d stuffed my panties into my cunt, soaking up his cum, my hot hole filled with his sperm. And all I wanted was more because that’s what my lover did to me. Despite the fact that he’d just led me to the highest heights, breaking through barriers I didn’t even know existed, all I wanted was more. More, much more, with Mr. Parker, my love, my life, my everything.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Pete
Holy shit, that was the best Christmas brunch I’d ever been to. Usually I hate these things, I prefer staying home on holidays because for a busy guy like me, it’s a real day off. Even on weekends, I’ve got things to take care of. There are always emails, calls, endless questions to be answered, but for one blessed day, December twenty-fourth, all that turns off and I actually have some time to myself, some peace for my family.
So yeah, usually I resist the invitations, making up some excuse, anything to avoid unwanted commitments. But with Mandy, it was different. The beautiful brunette had insisted that I go to her parents’ house, like a date almost, and fuck, but I’d made it a date and then some. I’d fucked the little girl right at her parents’ dining room table, we hadn’t even bothered to find a room, or even some kind of dark closet. Naw, the gorgeous girl and I had done it right t
here, in public, surrounded on all sides by her relatives as her dad blabbed away about his vacation slides.
So I shook my head. It was fucking incredible in every way, what this girl did to me. All my inhibitions were gone, I just wanted to take her again and again, maybe forever in fact. But that was the problem. We didn’t have forever. Mandy had college, her whole life in front of her, and I wasn’t sure what role I played in all that, if any at all.
So being a no-nonsense guy, I asked her about it.
“When do you go back?” I asked casually, in the bathroom together after the party, watching as she stripped, slowly pulling off her clothes, those curves revealed like the most tempting magic act. Secretly, I was hoping she’d say never, and instead mention something along the lines of “I want to stay here with you, I’m yours now, Mr. Parker.”
But Mandy didn’t meet my eye, instead focusing on pulling the panties from her pussy. And fuck, but it was a beautiful sight. The girl was nude as she squatted slightly in the bathroom, bending her knees as her fingers quested for the cotton inside. And with a sigh, a gasp, she finally found a seam and began pulling. Oh shit, oh shit, I watched with eyes ablaze, dick stiff once more as that pink fabric edged out. The material was sopping wet and the brunette was so beautiful, so dirty, exactly what I needed as her pussy gave it up.
Knowing my eyes were on her, she shot me a coy smile.
“What Peter?” she cooed softly. “What did you say?”
I shook my head, dumbfounded. What was it I’d been saying? This girl had the ability to throw me off track like none other, all thoughts flying away like they’d never existed. But this was too important, too critical, so I pushed ahead.
“When does spring semester start up again?” I rumbled deep in my chest, eyes still fixed on her body. And as I watched, she stretched and sighed a little before stepping into the shower stall and turning on the water. Yeah, we’re so close now that we share the bathroom with one another, unselfconsciously bathing, soaping ourselves in each other’s presence, treating our lover to generous eyefuls.
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