“Lovely, are you ready for dessert?”
Chris grins like a Cheshire cat, his eyes shine as they flit between the bubbling cherry pie to my cleavage that’s practically spilling out of my pale pink blouse. I purposely left the top button undone for this reason.
I could smear shit on these puppies and I can guarantee Chris would eat it off of me.
Filthy little boy.
“Oh I’m ready, alright.” He says with that usual gruff tone and I don’t miss the way he palms his cock underneath the table. Rubbing the heel of his hand against the now stretching material of his slacks.
Seems he left the ankle grazers at home.
I give him a blinding smile and run my tongue across my red painted, bottom lip. He trails the action with his eyes, tightening his grip on his crotch. Then I take a seat opposite him and begin to slice him a hefty chunk of the pie.
The pastry is perfectly crumbly and buttery, and to achieve that youmustadd in the flakes of skin. They add the perfect bite but also keep the pastry soft enough that it melts in your mouth. Once I’ve cut the slice, thick cherry compote oozes from the sides and I quickly transfer the slice to a smaller plate.
Lifting up the pie slicer, I stick out my tongue to lick it clean when a thick blob of cherry filling lands in the crack of my breasts.
“Ooops,” I giggle. “Come and clean mummy up.”
Immediately Chris rises from his seat, his erection practically poking me in the eye. He starts to circle the table when I lift my hand, stopping him in place.
“Not so fast, pookie. On your knees, please.”
The words he grunted into my ear as I tried to crawl away from him all those years ago, ring like a deafening church bell in my ear. This time I’m in control. I’ll be the one to call the shots andI’lldecide how this ends.
He looks at me with a heated gaze and slowly lowers himself down until he’s on the floor. “Now be a good boy and crawl to me.” The demand is dark and he wastes no time crawling towards me until he’s at my feet, his chest rising and falling in quick succession.
Slowly I cross my leg over my knee, allowing the black pencil skirt to rise up my thigh, teasing him. Then I lift my foot and prop the toe of my red-bottoms under his chin. His lips part and he lets out a shuddering breath.
“Please mummy.” He whimpers.
“Please.. what?”
I lift his chin higher, watching his Adams apple bob with every swallow. The adrenaline that’s filling my veins sends my head swimming. This man who left me on the cold damp floor, blood coating my thighs along with his toxic ejaculation seeping out of my abused pussy, is now on his knees forme.
He’s crawling like a desperate fucking dog, eager for a taste of me with bits and pieces of other men inside of his stomach.
Chris groans against the toe of my shoe. “Let me clean you. I can be a good boy for you.”
I hum in appreciation. “Yes you can. Mummy is so proud of you.” The lies spill from my mouth but those words have brought him into this situation, he’s fed into this version of me without even realisingwhohe’s actually kneeling in front of.
I’ve never met anyone as dumb in my life. He’s so blinded by lust, so desperate to get a taste of me that he doesn’t even realise who I am, or what he did to me.
I’ll get my revenge, but not until I’ve hadmy fill.
The cherry jam seeps further down into my cleavage, creating a red sticky mess, one that Chris is licking his lips at.
“C’mon then, clean mummy up.” I call to him like a little puppy and he all but scrambles up onto my chest, his overly wet mouth slurping up the cherry jam between my breasts. He grips the roundness of my breasts in his hands and squeezes them tightly, kneading them like balls of dough.
Frustration niggles at the back of my mind and the sound of him motorboating my tits, makes me roll my eyes. He shakes his head from side to side and starts to blow raspberries on my flesh, rippling the skin to create an awkward farting noise.
Anddddd that’s enough.
Lifting my hand, I grip his hair tightly at the roots to pull his face up. Sticky specks of cherry jam gather at the corner of his mouth. “Lick your lips, you’ve made a mess.” I scold him like a petulant child and he quickly swipes his tongue across his lips, gathering up the remnants.
“Sorry mummy, I’m just so.. hungry.”
I grip his hair tighter, causing him to groan. “I know, and mummy will feed you more.”
