1. My Pizza Slut


    Date: 12/26/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: shootersr9, Rating: 31, Source: LushStories

    outside because I could feel that the air conditioning had come on. The girl's were in Amanda’s room and I could hear them talking, the music, the laughter and I suddenly began praying Whitney wasn't in there saying something like, ‘You'll never guess what your dad just said to me'. But I concluded after a few minutes that she must've kept it to herself as I slipped into one of the bathrooms and stripped naked. The hot water felt great on my glistening hot skin as I washed the work of the morning off, and when I emerged from the room I found the house had grown silent; my little girl and her sexy friend must have left for their shopping trip. A couple of months later I was sitting at the kitchen table writing out bills one evening when Whitney had called and asked to speak to our daughter. I'd told her that Amanda was working late and would be a couple hours late. I thought it strange that she was unaware of a schedule change because the two of them were constantly texting or calling each other whenever they weren't at school or the pizza shop, but I soon forgot about it. Not ten minutes later I heard the sound of a car in the drive and went to see who it was, knowing that my wife wasn't due back until later that night. I felt a twinge of confusion as I held the screen door open for none other than Whitney and she explained, "I had nothing to do so I thought I'd hang out here until Amanda got home." At this point, it could be taken a couple different ways; I knew that her ...
    home life sucked and maybe Whitney didn't want to be there for some reason. Perhaps this now seventeen year old young lady, for whatever reason simply liked the idea of hanging out at our house. And maybe, just maybe this elf-sized girl with a centerfold's body and a mind for erotic escapades (or so I'd been told) wanted to jump my bones and make me a very satisfied fan of hers for life. The idea of being on the receiving end of one of those blow-jobs I'd heard so much about was making me throb even then. But something way in the back of my mind told me that Whitney would never be more than a fantasy because of the way she could turn it off and on for weeks at a time. She sat at the end of the kitchen table and we chatted about things while I finished up with the household paperwork. Each time she looked away I found myself admiring her chest, which was slightly exposed from the semi-buttoned blouse that stretched over them. I knew that she'd caught me sneaking a peek more than once, but since she didn't seem to mind...I didn't stop looking. When I offered to get her a soft drink, she quickly hopped up and went to the fridge herself; I watched as she bent over, peering within as if not being able to decide, and I took the opportunity to familiarize myself with every square inch of her perfectly shaped rear end. I must've been daydreaming because she looked back over her shoulder and remarked, "Like the view, Mr. Z?" My face turned slightly red, but I boldly answered the question ...
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