Naughty thoughts

“Let’s make something to eat,” I told daddy as I got up and pranced in the direction of the kitchen.

By the time he got there I was wearing nothing but his ‘kiss the chef’ apron. It was bigger then what I would have liked, it covered most of my font, but he could still get a good look at my arse.

“And just what are you planning on making?” Dad asked, he had a satin robe on but had not tied it, his flaccid cock hanging in clear view.

“Pasta, I saw a jar of sauce in the cupboard,” I told him.

He frowned, “A jar of sauce for one, for whenever your mother goes out of town.”

I smiled, “Yep,” I said stepping over to him, “so you get tomato sauce and I will need your help to make cream sauce for me,” I told him grabbing his cock.

“You’re going to make a sauce from my cum?” He asked, “You are so messed up.”

I stroked him a little bit, “Yep, so I will sauté a little garlic, add some fresh parsley and a little parmesan, mix it all together and then give you a loving daughter blowjob and you sauce my pasta.”

He was shaking his head but moaning lightly and getting hard at my touch. I knelt and took his lovely cock head into my mouth, sucking gently.

I bobbed and licked until I could hear the water was boiling, then I stood up and turned to the stove top. The pasta went in first then I quickly diced some parsley and crumbed some parmesan, I cracked his bottle of sauce and put it the whole jar in some water to heat. Garlic was next and as I sautéed it I stirred the pasts. “So, have you ever fucked a black woman before?” I asked him.

“Nope, one woman before your mother, your mother and you,” he told me.

I smiled, “Well this should be fun, I can’t wait to see your huge white cock stretching her out,” I smiled. “Who knows, maybe you will get lucky and knock her up, then Julie and I can have sisters.” I looked over my shoulder to see his cock thick and hard, “Pasta is almost ready, you want to help me by masturbating, I don’t want the pasta to go cold before I get my sauce.”

He didn’t respond to either comment other then to wrap his two hands around his cock and start stroking.

Soon after I served him his pasta in a bowl, his red sauce would be very different to my white one. Then I slid under the table with my bowl and once again started sucking his cock. After a few moments I pulled my head back, “Can I ask you a big favour daddy?” I began, “When Mark and I get married, can you make sure you fuck me rotten in my wedding dress, I think Mark would really like to know I walked down the aisle with **** cum in my snatch.”

I knew that that would do it and heard him moan, I pointed his cock to my bowl stroking just behind his head to keep his pleasure going, “In return I can see if my maid of honour will fuck you,” I continued to tease, “I mean it does depend on if you knock her up tomorrow, maybe she will be too pregnant for you to fuck.”

Several large gouts of his cum sprayed into the bowl, when I felt I had enough to coat the spaghetti I pointed his cock at me and took another couple of sprays across my neck and face, it dribbled slowly down under the apron.