The Party Gift: Ch. 3 - Sex Stories

The Party Gift: Ch. 3

... elements. That's why they wore helmets and goggles too. Remember Snoopy, the World War 1 Flying Ace?” she explained. “Look at the ends.” Embroidered on one end of the scarf was a patch emblem of the U.S. Air Force Academy and on the other were embroidered Deanna’s initials and her graduation date. “What’s the “E” stand for?” I asked. “Elizabeth,” Deanna replied softly. “Deanna Elizabeth Brady,” I recited. “Is there no end to how beautiful you are?” Deanna snatched the scarf out of my hands and used it to pull me slowly up against her and she then slid her arms around me. “Amanda, do you have any idea how hungry I am?” “I have a hunch,” I whispered seductively. “But if you keep saying such sweet things like that, we’re not gonna be able to go eat because I’m gonna have to rip that shirt off you and keep fucking your brains out right here in this closet. And that will probably kill me because I’m already malnourished enough as it is and fucking you again will completely drain me. You understand?” “I do,” I said as my hands slipped under the hem of her short robe and squeezed both her ass cheeks firmly. Deanna’s eyes bulged as she sucked in a surprised breath and then exhaled a pleasured chirp. “Am I gonna have to handcuff you?” Deanna asked. “Because I do have a pair.” “Maybe later,” I replied deviously. “But right now I’m just as hungry as you are.” “Then behave yourself young lady,” Deanna commanded as she pointed her finger at me. “At least until we’ve eaten you ...

... understand.” “Yes mistress,” I replied humbly as I bowed my head. “Good girl.” With that, Deanna took hold of the scarf again and led me to the kitchen by it. As we passed through the foyer, I heard the magnificent grandfather clock begin to chime and then strike the hour. It was already one o’clock in the afternoon. Deanna had awoken me at just after eight. You know, it is absolutely amazing that when you’re engaged in hot, sticky and sweaty work, a second can seem like an hour. But when you’re engaged in hot, sticky and sweaty sex, an hour can seem like a second. Deanna stood in front of the open refrigerator door and studied the contents within as I stood to the side and inconspicuously studied her. That skimpy little silk robe wrapped around that lean, slender and statuesque body with those shapely, long and gorgeous bare legs on full display to my lustful eyes. “Well let’s see,” Deanna began. “I’ve got plenty of eggs, cheese, a couple of red peppers, some Spam, bacon and even some mushrooms. I've also got some milk that I picked up on my way home from the airport on Friday. So, how does an omelet sound?” “Not nearly as good as a Deanna,” I replied with a grin. “Amanda,” Deanna said authoritatively. “Behave!” “Forgive me, mistress,” I replied. “And while I fully appreciate you insatiable appetite for me, bear in mind that I’m an old woman.” “Hey,” I roared. “Now it’s your turn to behave!” “What?” Deanna queried. “Don’t you dare insult the woman I love like that!” I ordered. “I’m ...