Dinner Time

The chorus of the kids arguing greeted you when you walked in the front door. You took a moment to inhale and exhale, to breathe the frustration out before dealing with the kids. Perhaps two seconds past before the little ones came racing up to you, red-faced and frowning deeply.

"Dad!" Sarah complained, holding up three pieces of what looked to be a dinner plate. "Tommy dropped my plate!"

You glanced at the plate and then at your daughter. "Careful with that, sweetie, you'll cut yourself." You looked to Tommy, "and you, mister, you need to be more careful."

Sarah pressed on. "No, Dad, look!" she shoved the shards near your face.

You frowned at first, but when looked at it more closely you realised exactly why she was so worked up. The plate was painted, four stick figures drawn upon it with a child's hand. Sarah had painted it at kindergarten when she was little, with Lauren's help. Looking at your daughter's face again, you could see the tears that threatened to spill.

"It's ok sweetie," you soothed, pulling your girl into a hug. "I'll fix it. A little glue, and it'll be good as gold."

"Promise?"

You pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I promise. But while I do that, maybe you and your brother can go and get ready for dinner," you gave Tommy a look, "and no more breaks, ok?"

The kids raced off and you walked into one of the side rooms where you had kept the super glue and other tools. Putting the three shards down on a sheet of paper, you went to work pushing them into place glueing them carefully. You were kneeling at the table, focused on your task for what must have been five minutes when you felt something strange brush by. You stilled, remembering the cat, and went back to work.

The sound of your zipper being undone and the soft hands about your dick halted your movements. Before you could so much as say a word, you felt a pair of wet, warm, lips wrap about your length and suck it like the world depended on it.

“Lana, for fucks sake,” you groaned, “this isn’t the time or place…”

You should have said something, should have done something. But the warm wetness was so good, so intoxicating that all you could do is allow Lana's mouth to take you.

Eventually you peaked down, and the first thing that drew your eye was Lana’s bare ass. It was glorious as always, but in between those globes of flesh a blue gem sat wedged.

“What the hell?”

Her ministrations did not stop, though one of her hands reached back and began to pluck the blue gem from her asshole. At first you had thought it a butt plug, but seeing it fully extracted revealed it to be a small vial of neon liquid.

Her lips peeled themselves away from your manhood long enough for the android to answer. “Bottled pheromones,” she whispered mischievously, “my body produces them.”

Your cock was engulfed a moment later, her sucking increasing with intensity and you soon found yourself unloading into her warm and very eager throat, her hum of approval vibrating delightfully around your cockflesh.

“Fuuuck Lana,” you gasped, “I just got home…this…” you released a shaky breath as the afterglow descended on you. “Fuck…”

Looking up from beneath the table, Lana said, “we need to have a discussion, Mr Taylor.”