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My Pizza Slut, Part 2

Date: 11/9/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: shootersr9, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

It was a Monday morning and I was dropping Amanda off at school; I'd be picking her up in this same spot on Thursday afternoon, as she was spending the next three nights with her ‘real' father. She often told me that she called him 'Father' and me ‘Daddy' because she thought of me as the one who loved and took care of her. She'd even once told me that she had to ask him for a hug whenever she wanted one, where I just handed them out all the time without having to be asked first. That whenever she was over there he expected her to clean the house, do the laundry and mow the lawn; he'd let things pile up when he knew she was coming over... Stuff like that made me think of the guy as a complete asshole! I mean heck, this was his kid for Christ sakes. From school I took my wife to the airport and made plans to pick her up on Thursday as well, wishing her good-luck as she went off to conquer another business. It must've been about midday at my office when I checked my personal email, as I occasionally do and then on a whim decided to send Whitney a message letting her know that I'd be alone the next few evenings, in case she was free. I won't lie and say I was a little more than excited as I hoped she'd be in a receptive disposition. Later that day when I got home there was a message from here waiting for me: she had to work and since it was a school night, she couldn't stay out late; no mention of the other two nights at all. So I made dinner, did some chores around the house ... and took the dog for a walk. When we got back I took a hot shower and changed into a soft t-shirt and lounge pants, settling in to watch an old Clint Eastwood movie. I must've dozed off in my recliner because when I woke up the television and all but the kitchen light had been turned off, casting most of the room in dark shadows. For a brief moment I was sure I was having an erotic dream, but as I cleared my head I realized Whitney was looking down at me as she stood just in front of my chair. "I thought you had to get right home," I mumbled as I rubbed my eyes. "No, what I said was I couldn't stay out late tonight. I didn't say I couldn't stop over for a little ‘us time'. I guess I didn't explain myself very well, but perhaps this will clear up my intentions." I watched as she crisscrossed her arms in front of herself and, taking a hold of her top, she lifted it up and over her head, shaking her head which caused her long hair to fan out behind her. Next she unclasped the front clip and allowed her bra to hit the floor, too. "Mm…mm," she moaned quietly as she cupped her breasts in her hands, lifting them slightly as her nipples began to inflate. "I've been thinking about how you made me squirt just by playing with my boobs that night by McDonald's Mr. Z." Both index fingers stopped rubbing her nipples now, sliding in a southerly direction as she spoke to me, our eyes never leaving each other. "I've been thinking about something else, too." With my peripheral vision I could see ...