Food Porn

Food Porn

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

My daughter’s girlfriend delivers decadent comforting doughnuts for a family emergency but I respond like a true bastard by filling her donut hole

Summary

My daughter’s girlfriend delivers decadent comforting doughnuts for a family emergency but I respond like a true bastard by filling her donut hole

Content

Submitted: May 24, 2017

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Submitted: May 24, 2017

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It was one of those mornings that only a guy who has ever lived in a house full of PMT women can sympathise with. This was one of those blue moon months it seemed when menstrual synchrony hit the Pearson household and it was also the morning my daughter Sally’s dog Griffin got really sick and required immediate vet treatment. Talk about stress, tension and domestic mayhem.

It was actually a relief to be left with the job of cleaning up dog vomit as my missus Jane; Sally and my younger daughter Teagan headed off in the station wagon taking all their apprehension, nervousness and worry with them. I was sure Griffin would be okay.

I needed a coffee but I also had a rare sugar fix urge. A real craving for something sweet. Well I felt drained and it was way too early for alcohol and the missus was absent and besides she wouldn’t have been in the mood or the condition for a stress relieving fuck.  So I got the coffee brewing and put my head in the walk in pantry, surely I could find something sweet.

I should have known better. It was like our house was going cold turkey on sugar in any form. Jane had said something recently about reducing sugar in our meals etc etc. The pantry was in a state of detox. I couldn’t find anything remotely sweet. Hell I was reduced to the honey pot with a greedy eye but when I opened the lid, it was bloody empty.

It was at the height of my craving despair that the doorbell rang. A mental distraction from my sugary fixation. Surely the day had to take a turn for the better I hoped as I put my polite smile on over my frustrations and opened the front door.

Yeah the day got better instantly because standing at the door smiling back was Sally’s bestie, the gorgeous Stephanie. You know; she was the type of girlfriend you hope your daughter has, hot and nice. A true friend but a stunning body too. I mean I was always surreptitiously trying to catch an eyeful of her cleavage or her strutting buttocks in shorts when she was around at our place. And here she was smiling and in a tight cleavage enhancing top and really short shorts. Beautiful. She was holding a flat large box in front of her that drew my eyes to the curve and weight of her tits.

“Oh Mr Pearson I’ve brought some doughnuts around for Sally, she’ll need a pick up when she gets back from the vet.”

“Right come in. Come in” I said, processing why Steph was fortuitously here, “Yes, Sal will need a friend, she really was tense about Griffin.”

As she walked through, but behind me, Drat I was thinking, I wanted to perv on her arse, she added; “Yes, she called me three times this morning and after she left a text saying she was going to the vet, I had the thought, she really needs a friend and some comfort food, so hence my trip to Decadent Donuts, on my way here.”

Cute petite brunette Stephanie with her high ponytail was suddenly a personal and family lifesaver.

“I know I probably shouldn’t have” she said opening out the doughnut box on the kitchen bench, “I know Jane is trying to cut back on sugary things for all of you, but sometimes you just gotta have a donut.”

Yeah she was right, I craved a sweet fix and here were a whole box full. God they looked good and just for a moment my mind wasn’t on Steph and her luscious body, it was on the decadent creations near bursting out of the box. Here was instant stress relief beautifully presented.

Steph saw my greedy eyes and my smacking lips and was happily indicating what the riot of flavours were. There was a gleaming creamy greenish-yellow glaze of butter smothered with crushed pistachios. Next to it was a doughnut coated in a chocolaty glaze with crushed biscuit and inviting honeycomb shards. My taste buds were hooked on a masterpiece composed of a raspberry drizzle over a delicate pink glaze, where you could only imagining opening and tasting the filling, probably a raspberry gel, the sweet decadent juices meeting your taste buds, making you lick your lips and savour heaven. I was torn between this and a caramel and mint glaze, which looked so refreshing. It kept getting to hard to choose as my daughters bestie indicated her current favourite; a crusted snappy brittle glazed toffee Crème Brule with a creamy vanilla custard filling. I found myself looking at Steph as she went through the rest of the dozen. She had that excited look in her eye. Suddenly I understood the full connection between food and sex. I wanted to eat her while she was explaining this decadent feast.

“And Mr Pearson” she finished with and bringing me back to reality, “This last one with the peachy glaze and fresh raspberries is for Sally and I suppose on that note I better go.”

And she turned with a friendly wave, the sort you give to your girlfriend’s dad, and was going.

“Oh Steph stay for coffee “I managed just in time, then clarified it with, “Wait for Sal to get back...please.”

“Okay”, she said with a disarming smile. She wasn’t even thinking of me as a dangerous or predatory male. But I was thinking of Steph as a meal for my cock, but I knew I had no chance. But I could perv if she stayed.

The coffee was good. I needed it. Had all morning. I had missed it in the earlier frantic girly pandemonium of the house.

Steph too took a couple of satisfied sips and said; “That’s really good coffee...I needed that after rushing over here.”

“Let’s share a doughnut “I said, not quite innocently. I had her mouth hole through my glazed eyes as a beautiful cock sucking opening.

“Mmm...Only after I send a pic of the box to Sal and hash tag it...okay.”

“Okay” I said. I was happy to be sharing something with Steph. Maybe we could share a doughnut.

“Take a look at the pic,” Steph said, handing me her phone. I did. The hash tag was “Food Porn”

“Food Porn?” I said out loud.

“Yeah” she smirked, “Don’t you know it? It’s for when food is completely over the top...you know make others jealous...real pig snout in the trough stuff...over the top like orgy porn...a visual feast for the eye and your salivating tastebuds.”

Oh I knew where I wanted my mouth to be, sucking her tits or pussy. I naughtily said it again, swirling it around my mind and off my tongue; “Food Porn”

She laughed cheekily. She saw my enjoyment in the words. Saw a darker side of me too. I saw too a saucier side to Steph. A tart smirk.

Smirking moved to raunchy as she offered me the first bite of the choc doughnut with the honeycomb bits dappled across the top. She held it for me to bite. God it was smooth, soft, rich and moreish.

Fuck this; passed through my mind as I grabbed the thick coated brittle glazed toffee Crème Brule doughnut with its creamy vanilla custard filling and offered it to Steph. Yeah I remembered enough of what she said; it was her favourite.

I watched her lips munch into it. There was instant relish. I understood the fuller mischievous take on food porn, when food is shared intimately. I withdrew the doughnut before she got a second bite. Her tongue left to lick her wet lips clean. So sexy. So hot. So slowly done.

“Oh Mr Pearson...another bite...I can’t resist it....I just love it...that custard filling...” and as I held it even farther back she almost pleaded, “God I’d do anything for another bite.”

“Anything?” I repeated. I had something quite specific on my mind. Her stunning lips locked around my cock.

It must have been how I said anything. She got the glint. She wasn’t seeing me as Sal’s dad.

“Mmm...Mmm...Anything” from the now very playful minx.

“Shut your eyes and wait a minute and its all yours “I said.

Like an obedient puppy in training she just did it. This part was perfect. The next bit was either hit or miss. Surely she had no idea how filthy I was going to be. She must have thought I was just teasing her and was going to give her the custard filled doughnut with her eyes shut.

“Okay open your eyes” I said around a minute later.

She gasped. That was okay. She moved forward that was even better. She started nibbling at the glazed toffee doughnut encircling my really stiff pecker. That was great. As her hands cupped my balls that was exquisite. As she sucked my knob off with the doughnut pushed back to my pubic bone that was man bliss.

“Orrgh fuck” I exclaimed, “Orrgh fuck...that’s good...yeah Steph...that’s good...yeah suck it...suck it.”

I was giving instructions where none were needed. Stephanie Mc Masters was an out and out tart. A cock whorette. If only I’d known earlier than today. However, right now my cock was very satisfied. And that’s all that counts in sex, immediate cock contentment. 

Boy could she suck. Man was she excited by the doughnut encircling my pecker. She smashed her mouth into the custard filling letting its creaminess ooze all over my cock. My stiff length suddenly smeared in a sweet lubrication that made her tongue, her mouth and lips embrace my schlong in a trampette frenzy.  She had the taste for more than toffee and custard; she had the savour for cock fully flavoured, kinky and inviting. She sucked my dick totally clean of the toffee bits and the vanilla custard cream. It was the head job of my life and I’d had some very memorable ones. Fuck it was good. My cock was her ooey-gooey delight. I was happy. She was happy.

I could do no more than replay the food porn compliment. I had her on the kitchen floor as I grabbed the pink doughnut with the raspberry drizzle; the one I hoped had a lush filling. Together we wriggled her tight shorts and skimpy knickers off. She spread her legs. Nothing coy about Steph. My eyes were greeted with shaved perfection and the cutest pair of slightly glistening pink open flapettes.

The doughnut I had chosen was perfect. I squashed and smeared it all over her pussy. It burst open with a decadent strawberry scented mousse filling that I just went to work on. I lapped the smeared mess with utter joy. I rubbed my face and wide open mouth through it and pressed my tongue into her cunt. Her soft fleshy girls bits all the more enjoyable in the scented creaminess of the mousse. I loved sex and food.

Daubs and splotches and blobs of the pink filling I licked eagerly. I enjoyed cleaning her clit off. Steph moaned and moaned with that attention. I smothered her girly lips with my cleaning spit as I licked and licked till her pussy was pristine for my aching cock.

The food was the aperitif for removing any inhibitions. I wasn’t her friend’s dad now and neither was she my daughter’s bestie. We were humping grinding animals as she mounted my cock as I lay under her on the tiled kitchen floor. I let her arch her rump backwards and forwards off my cock with her rocking hips. It was cock squeezing comfort at its best. So silky wet. So tight yet so fluidly jamming deep. Fuck could this lass ride. I grabbed her tits under her top. Just fleshy and bouncy and shapely. Absolutely great tits.

Then she did what guys dream of. Instant cock stress relief beautifully presented. She planted her feet either side of me and eased her pussy up and down off my cock. My pecker a pole being greased by her enveloping pussy as she pumped my dick with a pulsating up, down motion. Dragging my cock up with her tightness. Then the startling complete wrapping as she worked down my length and squeezed her pussy muscles as she met my base.

Steph deserved something really special for the way she was treating my cock. I had the filthiest of my thoughts for the day. Probably the dirtiest of my life to this point. I urged her up promising her something really exceptional between my groans of male happiness.

I bent her over doggy. I don’t know if the brunette knew what was coming, a dogging or her arsehole getting it. But the trollop was ready. Boy was she spread. Boy was she excited. I realised she may have been filthier than me in the end. Probably not.

I grabbed the pistachio daubed doughnut and sprinkled her arsehole with nut shards to nibble. I poked and delved and rimmed. God the bitch wriggled and moaned in utter femsatisfaction.

I corkscrewed my finger into her tight butthole and wondered as it gave a bit, it found that relaxation that I knew it was pecker ready. Still I gouged a second finger in her anus to spread her muscles for maximum enjoyment; both hers and mine. The tart was really moaning now.

I had to do it. I centred the pistachio doughnut over her pink gaped personal donut hole and guided my cock through the big O of the doughnut and into her flexing but incredibly tight small private donut hole. Yep no doubt about what was the best donut of the day: Steph’s arsehole. My cock was wrapped in arse flesh swaddling tight. I gouged my way into her back orifice with manic delight. A doughnut encircling my cock and defining my tighter prize. My pecker ferreted around her bum. Ferreted in. Ferreted out. I buggered her good. I ramped the pressure of my cock pumping to match her squeezing constriction. I grabbed her ponytail and yanked and rode her. The doughnut broke off under the hammering of my pecker into her butthole. I saw her pink donut tightness around my cock and I creamed her like I was injecting a gooey lush cream into a decadent doughnut. My nuts were empty. God I felt good.

Well we cleaned up before my household of women got home. Griffin was fine. Typical fem over-reaction. But I copped a serve for having a gutsy sugary doughnut craving and not waiting to share. We had used up a few from the box.

Oh I had the donut craving alright, Steph’s donut. Still I thought, I’d be lucky to share it again. But as the teasing banter continued in a good natured way about just how many doughnuts Steph and I ate before the girls got back; Steph gave me a quick nudge and wink, and I knew there was likely to be more. I could only hope.

Then I had an unexpected second boner of the day to try and keep concealed at the table because the way Steph started feeding Sal the reserved peachy glazed doughnut with the fresh raspberries...Well I knew suddenly my Sally had to be bi. These two young women were more than just bestie’s; they were intimate bestie’s for sure.

I started thinking of getting doughnuts...but for Steph and my daughter... very soon.

 


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