I spent the whole day prepping the perfect Thanksgiving feast. A buttery roasted turkey, mashed potatoes and homemade gravy, the obligatory stuffing, green bean casserole, yams, freshly made cranberry sauce, homemade pumpkin and pecan pies, whipped cream, corn casserole, sweet Hawaiian rolls, the whole spread. I have it all set up and beautiful on one end of the table, but the other end of the table is bare. That’s where I plan to have my centerpiece: you.
After all the family merriment and football watching, I am ready for our feast. I shower and you come in, scrubbing my back with lavender sugar scrub, and offering to shampoo my hair for me. I ask you to join me in the shower. You quickly undress and step in with me. I reach down and soap your cock, your ass, and up over your belly. I grab the tube of sugar scrub and scrub your big, strong back, down onto your firm ass. Rinsing you thoroughly, I rub up and down your back with my hard nipples. We slip and slide against each other under the rainfall showerhead. I reach up and kiss you, so excited to have our evening of naughtiness and delights. You wrap your arms around me, your hands slide down my back and over my ass, pulling me toward to you. Your hardon is poking my belly as your fingers prod at my pussy from behind. I finish rinsing off and turn off the water.
We dry each other off and I go into the walk-in closet to dress in the sexy little nightie and thigh high stockings and pilgrim shoes with buckles. No panties. No bra. Just a silky nightie and those nylons you like so much… I come out and tell you that you don’t need to get dressed, just meet me at the table.
At the table, you look at me, unsure what I want you to do. I wrap my arms around your neck, pressing my breasts flat against your chest, feeling your hard cock poking my belly again. “Just lie back and let me feast on you, baby,” I tell you, my voice husky with excitement.
You lay down on the table, naked and sexy. I bend your legs and run my tongue from your knee down to your sensitive inner thigh. You relax against the cold table and I go to the other end, bringing the mashed potatoes and gravy with me. I smear mashed potatoes over your hairy belly and pour just a small bit of gravy over you before beginning to lick it off, slowly. I nibble at the potatoes, eyes locked on yours. I feed you a mouthful. You reach over your head and grab a piece of turkey, knowing you will need your strength for the activities I have planned for us. Your teeth tear at the turkey and I watch, licking my lips. You offer me a bite, which I gratefully accept. Next, I take a small amount of the yams and arrange them around your shaved balls. Still gazing up at you, I gobble them up, slurping a little bit. You squirm a little bit as the heat of my mouth is so close to your cock. My tongue snakes downward, licking at the base of your sac. I swirl my tongue over your tender balls, up to the base of your beautiful cock. I take just a small amount of cranberries and smear it over the head, deftly licking up the sweet and tart jelly, leaving your cock clean. You gasp, “Fuuuuck, baby.”
I go back to the food and you sit up, reaching to kiss me. “This is all so perfect, baby.” I take another handful of mashed potatoes and feed it to you. I take a gulp of gravy and pass it to you, mouth to mouth, a bit dribbling down your chin. I wipe it up. Your mouth goes down my neck and your hands grab at my chest, under the sheer nightie. “Mmmmm. Easy, tiger. We’ll get there. Let’s feast first,” I tell you, giggling. I take a turkey leg and we share it, teeth tearing at the flesh, eyes locked on each other. You pull me to you, less patient. “I need to touch you, sweet girl,” you gush, lustily. Your hand goes between my legs, grabbing at me. You find my wetness and it urges you on.
“Yes. I want you just as much. Let’s eat. Then we’ll play,” I say, breathy. I grab a roll and dip it in the turkey juices on the tray. I offer it to you, and you eat half, offering me the other half. We finish it and I slip my nightie over my head, standing before you in just my nylons and my buckle shoes. I grab a bite of green bean casserole and smear it over my breasts. You reach over, devouring it, your hand sliding down my belly, grabbing again between my thighs. “It’s not time for dessert yet, Handsome,” I say, grabbing your hand. I lean over and trace a line down your belly to your jumpy cock. “Trust me. I’m more than ready, too. I’ve been prepping for this all week.”
I take a helping of stuffing and smear it around your cock and balls. I nibble it slowly, enjoying every morsel. Your cock twitches as your arousal grows. I lick the slippery slit at the tip and savor your decadent precum. I reach up and run my fingers over your chest, down your caramel brown torso, playing in your belly button. You sit up again, reaching for my mouth. We kiss, you bite at my lips. I part my lips and our tongues begin their familiar dance. I climb on top of you, just sliding my pussy back and forth over your hard cock, not letting you enter me, just teasing you. You grab at my hips, pulling me over you, pushing deep inside me. “Fuuuuuuck, baby.”
I gasp, grinding my hips back and forth, so happy to finally be filled with you. I reach back, fondling your balls that are squished under my ass. As I bounce up and down on you, your hands cup my breasts, squeezing my nipples, pulling them. I moan, growling your name, “Mmmmmm. Baaaaabbbbyyyyyyy, I fucking love your cock.”
You sit up, kissing me again, sucking my nipples, biting at them. “Do you want dessert? Or do you want to go to bed and come back for dessert later?” I ask, still riding you, my breath quickening as I am close to my first orgasm.
“I want to eat your pussy for dessert. Pie can wait,” you growl. Pulling me off, standing, taking my hand and pushing me to switch spots with you. You lay me back on the table, and take a seat, pulling me toward you by my hips, ready to feast on me. I groan, lust stricken. You look up at me, naughtiness playing in your eyes. “Hand me that whipped cream.”
You spray whipped cream along my slit, the cold against my heat shocking me. “Unnnnfff,” I moan, as you get to work licking me clean. Your tongue parts my swollen lips and you latch onto my hard clit, suckling it loudly. “Yummmm.” You slide two fingers inside me, pushing deep, and pull your face back, looking up at me. My eyes are clamped shut as I enjoy you feasting on me. You slide your pinky in my ass, surprising me. I moan, urging you to continue. You take your pinky out. I whine, begging you to play there. You slide the whipped cream against my asshole and spray it in, filling me. You bend, sliding your tongue down from my wet pussy down to my cream-filled asshole, sucking. You nibble at my tender flesh, biting my firm ass cheek. Another sexy growl escapes you as you suck the sweet cream from my ass. You stand, coming around the side of the table and kiss me, your lips coated. I lick your mouth and you pull me up. “Let’s go to the bedroom, my sexy girl.”
**Please let me know if you’re interested in Part 2.
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