“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.