by Bella Wilde
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Yes, so close. I’m so deep into the wave rising in me that I can’t even respond to his question. He continues to work my pussy, two fingers pumping inside and his thumb rubbing small circles over my clit. I gasp as he roughly grabs my breast with his other hand and pinches my nipple hard. I cry out as I climax with a flood my juices on his hand.
Before I can catch my breath, he moves away from me and my knees collapse to the floor. I hear the scrape of a chair across the kitchen tile.
“Stand up slut,” he orders as he grabs me by my hair and pulls me to my feet. I rock unsteadily on my feet as he lets go.
“Take off your dress.” I blink a couple of times while I struggle to balance. I look up to find Roger sitting in front of me in one of the kitchen chairs. I glance down to notice he has pulled his cock out and is squeezing and stroking it as he watches me intently.
“I said, take it off. Now.” He sounds irritated. I pull the tiny red straps off my shoulders and let the silky material slither over my breasts and drop down to pool at my feet.
“Better. Now the bra.” I reach behind me to unhook my strapless bra and let it drop to the floor with my dress.
“Stripper tits. Seems appropriate for a slut like you. Panties off now.” His words are slurred, his eyes are barely slits now and his hand is moving slower on his cock. I hook my thumbs in the elastic of my skimpy black lace panties and pull them down my legs, careful not to snag them on my heels as I step out of them.
“Throw them here.” I toss them to him. He barely catches them, brings them to his nose to breathe them in and then tosses them behind him.
“On your knees,” he demands. Completely naked and feeling exposed, I drop to my knees between his spread legs. His cock is right in front of me now. He grips my hair in a clenched fist and tugs my mouth to his rigid length and presses it against my lips. As I open, he thrusts into my mouth.
Just one or two thrusts and the hand gripping my hair relaxes and drops to the side of the chair. His cock jerks out of my mouth as he slumps to the side, slides from the chair and ends face down on the tile floor. He groans as he hits, but then stills as he passes out completely.
Damn. Okay, I didn’t love sucking him, but I thought it would lead to what I did want. Here I am…naked, on my knees with my date passed out on the floor of his kitchen. I slowly ease myself up and pick my dress up off the floor. It’s a little wrinkled now, but I slip it on over my head and smooth it down as much as I can. Looking around, I spot my discarded panties and snatch them up. I slip them on and tug them up, the bottom of my dress rising up my hips as I work to get them back in place.
* * *
Jake
“Well, now that’s a beautiful sight. It’s what every man hopes to find in his kitchen late at night.” At my low whistle, her blonde head flies around, eyes wide. She blinks and blushes prettily as she tries to hurry up what she’s doing. Keeping her back to me with her red slip of a dress hiked up her hips, she’s frantically trying to tug her black lace panties up her thighs to cover the finest ass I’ve seen in a while.
“Don’t hurry on my account,” I laugh. “I’m enjoying the show. Although, I usually like a strip show to go in reverse – taking it all off instead of putting it back on.” She peeks back over her shoulder as she tries to smooth down what little there is of her dress. It barely covers that firm ass. I’m positive I’ll have a great view of those sexy black panties if she bends even the smallest degree forward.
A deep groan turns my attention to the heap on the floor next to the chair. Ah, Roger. My son is such a fuck up. He can’t hold his liquor worth a damn. I wonder sometime how he can possibly belong to this family. We’ve been drinking since early this afternoon and have no problem knowing when to slow down and when to get rowdy. Not Roger. I’m not surprised at all to find him face down on the floor while his hot date is getting dressed. She definitely didn’t get what she came for. That’s obvious enough.
“You and Roger been out tonight?” She looks undecided about whether to answer me or make a run for the door. I glance down at her shoes. Fuck! Hot. They’re definitely not going to help her make a run for it.
“Yes, we were at Club 52.” Her voice is barely above a whisper as she shifts nervously from foot to foot in those dangerously sexy heels.
“What’s your name, honey?” I’m talking to her, but I’m slowly examining her tight body in that tiny dress.
“D..Daisy,” she stammers, looking very uncomfortable with all of the places my eyes are landing on her sweet body.
“Well, Daisy, I was just grabbing a few beers for the guys. Why don’t you join us since your date isn’t being a very good host.”
“I really need to get home,” she whispers as she faces me with her back against the kitchen island. She’s holding her purse against her like armor ready to defend her innocence. And she is innocent, or at least she gives off that vibe. I wonder what Roger was doing with a girl like this. It’s not usually his style. Truth is, it’s more my style to enjoy fucking an untouched pussy. I love being the first cock inside a tight, wet cunt, giving her more than she thinks she can take.
I step in close as she tries to move back, which only arches her back against the edge of the counter top and thrusts out her big tits in an inviting way. I use one hand to cup her cheek and the other to cup one of those delicious tits.
“I insist,” I state. My command is firm. She blinks up at me not sure what to say. I squeeze her tit and slowly stroke my thumb around her hardening nipple. She may be an innocent, but she responds to my touch like a whore. I look down at nice stiff nipples poking out from her silky dress. Cupping the other breast, I squeeze and massage them both in deep stroking circles, making sure to give her nipples extra attention.
“Oh god,” she moans as her head drops back. She grabs my shoulders, pressing her tits deeper into my hands. I give her more of what she needs. I slip one strap off her shoulder to bare one of them so that my hand can feel her soft plump handful.
“You don’t really need these, now do you?” While she’s still reeling from my rough caresses, I reach beneath her dress to tug those lacey panties back down her thighs. They are sopping wet. She definitely wants this. I give her nipple a little swipe of my tongue as I move past it to remove her panties. She moans loudly as I bend down to drag that wisp of black lace all the way down her legs. It’s taking too long, so I just grip and rip them right off, tossing them aside.
“Better.” I slide my hand up her silky thigh and over her bare hip. “Much better.” She manages to bring herself out of the daze she’s been. I let her dress slide back down. It’s covering her, but now we both know it will show everything with just the slightest move up.
“Please, we can’t do this,” she whispers, her eyes flicking over to Roger slumped on the floor. “It’s wrong. I came here with Roger.”
“Well, honey, Roger’s not exactly in a position to judge. I’m Jake, Roger’s dad. Come on, I’d like you to meet the rest of the family.” I grab a six-pack out of the refrigerator, give her a wicked grin and squeeze her perfect ass. “They’ll love you.”
* * *
Daisy
His grin sends shivers through me with its sexual implications. He presses his large palm against my lower back as he leads me out of the kitchen to the raucous poker game. I’m stumbling a little, still pretty buzzed from the drinks I’ve had. Here I am doing a walk of shame and I haven’t even accomplished the one thing I meant to achieve tonight that would have qualified me for it. Although, I guess getting caught half naked by your date’s dad while you try to pull your panties back up qualifies for as much shame as I’ve experienced in a long time.
“Gentleman, look what I found in the kitchen. Pretty thing, don’t you think?” Jake maneuvers me through the door. Trying to focus through the alcohol haze I’m still experiencing, I see three large men are casually seated around the poker table. The laughter and ribbing come to a halt as all three sets
of eyes turn to examine me.
“This is Daisy, Roger’s date. I found her in the kitchen. Amazing what you discover when you go to grab more beer.” Jake grabs my hand to pull me in front of him. We are standing close enough to the table now for the men to get a good look at me. Roger’s dad slides his hands over my hips and then moves them behind me to cup my bottom. Giving me a quick squeeze, he moves his hands back to my hips.
“Well hello, Daisy. I’m Simon.” I can feel the quivers spiral through me at his drawled greeting.
“You’re a pretty young thing.” I can tell Simon likes what he sees, because his tone is deep and husky and his eyes have dropped to the bottom of my short dress, assessing what might be underneath. I remember Roger telling me that his dad had a twin. This must be him, because he looks exactly like Jake.
“Fuck, great body on this one. Roger does know how to pick ‘em. Not a bra or panty line in sight. You wearing anything underneath that itty-bitty fuck-me dress, baby?” I flinch and feel my cheeks flush as I glance at the man to the right of Simon. His words instantly make me feel cheap and dirty, but also quicken my pulse.
“It’s okay,” he coaxes, “I don’t bite, baby. At least not until I have that dress on the floor.” He grins as he grabs his crotch.
“Shut up, Devin. You’re being an asshole to our guest.” Jake flicks his head and Devin leans back, rubbing it. Devin is Roger’s cousin. I guess, like Roger, all it takes for Devin is a short skirt, a pair of breasts and the promise of no panties to get him revved up quick. I’m going to need to keep an eye on him.
“Yeah, asshole. But he’s right. You have a great body. Nice to meet you, Daisy. Very nice to meet you.” Sam, Simon’s youngest and Roger’s other cousin, is sitting closest to us. He grabs one of my hands and proceeds to bring it to his mouth, touching his lips to my knuckles.
He’s charming. Or at least I think so until I look up. What I see in his intense gaze startles me. It is like he’s imagining what my hand would feel like wrapped around his cock, stroking it up and down. I lick my lips, now suddenly dry. Unexpectedly, I picture myself on my knees, licking his cock while I pump the rest of it with my hand. I swallow hard, because I feel a hot rush of feminine appreciation that would have soaked my panties if I’d still been wearing any, but instead drenches my inner thighs.
“Why don’t you have a seat? Let’s get to know each other.” Simon is at the far side of the table. He’s gesturing to the empty seat next to him with one hand, but his other hand is moving under the table. Confused, I try to understand.
Suddenly, I gasp as I realize what he is doing under there. He’s gripping his cock and stroking himself. I feel myself stiffen in protest and another rosy pink flush rushes across my cheeks and down my chest. It is suddenly extremely hot in this room. I press my hands to my cheeks to cool them down. Jake laughs and moves the hand he has resting on my hip to trace up over my waist to cup one of my breasts.
“That’s so fucking hot. Pinch her nipple, Jake. A girl like her? I bet she’d come just from having her tits played with. Is she wet?” Apparently Devin has no filter. His crude words shock me, but my nipples stiffen in response. Jake feels my arousal immediately with the hand he has cupping my breast. He strokes around my nipple and then gives it a firm tweak. I gasp, utter a little moan that I can’t hold in and try to twist away from him. He pulls me against him more firmly.
“Fuck, a moaner. My favorite kind.” This comes from Sam. He’s looking at me like he’d like to have me on my back, spread my legs and eat me up.
* * *
Jake
Daisy staggers a step when I loosen my grip. I can tell she’s stunned by the way we’re talking to her. But she’s also turned on, if her perky nipples and sexy little moan are any indication. Sam’s right, she probably would come with a little more petting, stroking and sucking of those nice tits.
“Let’s grab a seat.” She nods like she thinks it might give her a bit of a reprieve. I grip her bare shoulders and guide her to a couple of open chairs next to Simon. She squeaks as I sit down in one and pull her onto my lap instead of the other empty chair. She wriggles trying to lift herself back up, but I hold her firmly, pressing her squirming ass against my raging hard on. She can feel it too, because she sucks in a startled breath. God, that feels good.
“Shh. Stay here. You need someone to hold on to you until you sober up a little.” My voice is a little rough and husky, because my cock is on fire from all the rubbing around she is doing to free herself. She knows I’m right, because she does that curt nod again. I can tell she is desperately trying to figure out how to untangle herself and bolt as quickly as possible. She is nervous and anxious, but also very aroused. I can feel her wetness soaking through my pants.
“Let’s get this round started again. Texas Hold’em?” I’m ready to start the game again now that Daisy has settled back on my lap. The guys won’t blame me if I find something more interesting to do in the middle of the game. They know something is up, because I hate Texas Hold’em, but Simon agrees and begins dealing our hands.
Sam and Devin are staring at her big tits without guilt, making Daisy uncomfortable enough to cross her arms over them to hide what she can. I laugh, amused at her prude move, because soon enough she’s going to be baring everything.
A few minutes into the game, I feel her fully relax against me. Good. It’s time to start unsettling her again. Cards in one hand, I slide my other hand from where it’s been resting on her knee up the silky skin of her inner thigh. She jumps at my touch.
With a few slow strokes along her soft skin, her tits are jiggling a little with each slight gasp of breath to match my movement. As I slide my hand up under the edge of her dress, I can feel how damp she is on her inner thighs. Her pussy must be soaking wet. Fuck. That’s it, I need to move this forward fast.
“Gentlemen, I’m out.” I fold my cards on the table and use my newly freed hand to spread her legs so they straddle outside each of mine. She tries to snap her legs back together, but my thighs are blocking that move. Widening my own legs, her legs split further apart, pushing her dress up her hips and fully exposing her bare pussy. She’s still hidden under the table, but my hand is already diving between her slick folds to slide around in her juices.
“Oh, god,” she moans, almost a whispered plea, as my fingers find her clit and begin to work over it with increasing intensity. I hadn’t gotten a chance to touch her sweet pussy in the kitchen, so I’m surprised when I find out she’s fully waxed. The boys are going to love this. She moans again and squeezes her eyes shut.
“Fuck boys, the slut is completely bare, a full wax job. Damn, I love licking waxed pussy. Soaking wet naked pussy. Can’t wait to slide my tongue in here.” I grin as I hold on to her and leverage myself by getting a firm grip on the table to shove my chair back enough that her body is exposed to the other men.
I slide a couple of fingers back and forth between her engorged pink lips, making sure I rub over that tight clit with each pass. Just as I expect, she keeps making that sexy low keening sound with every slippery stroke.
Her jerky panting is shaking her tits and making me hot. It’s not lost on the men in the room, because within seconds of spotting her bare pussy and bouncing tits, poker play comes to a halt and a round of groans and cuss words erupt. Several chairs scrape back as the men give themselves room to appreciate her assets with their hands on their dicks.
I lean forward over her shoulder to take a look at what the men are seeing. I can barely see over her impressive rack, but what I do see forces my already hard cock painfully against my zipper seeking freedom. Her nipples are tight and quivering against the silk of her dress as my fingers continue to grind. She’s beginning to move her pelvis in short frantic thrusts against my hand. Circling her wet throbbing entrance, I slide two fingers deep inside and she clenches me tight with a pretty little moan of gratitude. Her short frantic thrusts are now focused on my fingers deep inside her pussy.
“That’s it
, sweet thing, fuck my fingers. Show me how good it feels.” I’m right next to her ear, mesmerized as I watch her buck against my hand, forcing my fingers deeper and faster inside.
“So wet, so tight. You’re a perfect whore, riding my hand, showing us how you’d fuck our cocks.” I use my other hand to reach up and slide the tiny strap of her dress off her shoulder. I drag it slowly down her arm, enjoying the way the top of her dress follows it down, catches briefly on her taut nipple and then slips off baring one large breast.
I skim that hand across her tight stomach, rubbing the silky fabric that is still covering it. Gliding my hand up higher, I cup her naked breast and slowly caress and squeeze as my other hand continues to work her pussy. She’s getting close judging from her rapid, shallow breathing.
“Such a dirty girl,” I mock as I thumb her rigid nipple and give it a firm pinch. Her squeak of surprise is quickly trailed by a gush of wetness around the fingers I have pumping deep in her hot pussy. I guess she likes a little rough play. So do I.
“Show us your other tit,” I order as I continue to play with her sensitive nipple. She hesitates as she tries to understand my command through the sexual haze that is consuming her. Finally, she reaches a trembling hand up to grab the remaining strap of her dress and tugs it off her shoulder. It slithers off, leaving her other breast exposed.
“Good girl,” I praise her. The men voice their own praise with much nastier, explicit words. Their dirty talk forces an embarrassed flush that starts on her cheeks and spreads all the way down and over her beautifully displayed tits. I piston her hole with hurried, wild strokes as I twist her nipple and bite down on a little on the pulse throbbing at her neck. I have total command of her body now. She’s writhing her hips and moaning my name.