Touched Over Dinner

“Well isn’t this just typical, I stay in the kitchen while all the rest of you get it on!”

Someone spoke, “Oh please young lady you and Arnie were probably joined at the crotch the whole time we’ve been out here!’

“Mom, you of all people know that I really have to concentrate when around the stove or I’ll get burnt!”

That was when Susan spoke up. Oh and trust me Allison you don’t want to get burnt before getting fucked by the new guy!”

A combination of Allison checking my naked body out from head to toe and Susan basically pushing me out into an open space had me blushing.

“Damn, I hope he’s hungry for more than something to eat, cause I for one wouldn’t mind trying some of him!” licking her lips as her eyes honed in on my cock. “Until then, dinner is served for one and all!”

All around me there’s movement as everyone makes their way inside. Only an open palm slap on my ass gets me moving.

“Missed you at work today, but trust me I don’t plan on missing you tonight!”

Mrs. Hurley smiled at me as she just went into the house ahead of me. Now I was beginning to understand what the Viagra was for but I was beginning to think one pill wasn’t going to be enough, that way I was being sized up but the ladies at the table.

Once inside I was shown a seat between Leah and Heather, right across from Trevor and Blake. A meal of roast chicken and Californian vegetables on a bed of rice was served, which excited me almost as much as the hand that held my cock under the table. I swear I have never tried to move a fork while my cock was touched. I don’t know how many times I flipped the fork over only to hear giggles from both sides of me and had to accept knowing smiles, from directly across from me.

Finally I was left alone long enough to get food into my mouth. Dessert was served, ice cream and fresh berries, which by now I learnt to take small spoonful so some got to my mouth as hands did more than just touch my cock. Finally Dessert was done and I though my meal from hell was over and who knows maybe my night of sexual **** also, but no, it was just beginning.

“So Mr. Hutson, could I ask you for help loading the dirty dishes into the dishwasher?”

Seems it was time for our host to spend time alone with me!