Tasty pasta.

When he settled I crawled out from under the table and placed my bowl opposite him, I smiled sweetly at his satisfied look before stirring the pasta and twirling some onto my fork. “You’re really going to eat that?” he asked.

“Would you rather me shove it up my snatch? And anyway, I’ve eaten a fair bit of your cum already what makes this so different?” I replied.

He twirled some of his pasta onto his fork, “For a start, swallowing cum during a blowjob is about pleasure.”

I smiled as I put the fork to my lips and sucked some into my mouth, slowly slurping it up and chewing, “You don’t find this pleasurable?” I challenged him, my foot reached out to rub his still dripping cock. “Maybe you should take a photo and send it to Julie?”

He laughed, but pulled out his phone, I untied the apron and let it fall, leaving me naked eating cum pasta. “Should I send it to you?” He asked.

I smiled through my pasta, “I think you should send it straight to her, after all, you are going to be balls deep in her tomorrow, you may as well have her number.”

After a couple of pictures he asked her number and I quickly recited it, moments later he said, “There, done.”

Before dinner was finished we got a response, “God that’s a good idea,” Dad read, “can we do an entire cookbook, with sexy pictures and fucking?” He shook his head, “Now I see where the bad influence came from.”

I laughed, “Oh no, I introduced her to kink, not the other way around. While you thought I was studying I was watching the kinkiest stuff I could find online and then some.”

He just shook his head, “Why do I think you are going to try and recruit me into this cook book idea?” He asked.

I shrugged, “Maybe because we don’t know anyone who has suck wonderful a cock, and cums so much. I mean, we could make a footlong sub with your cock and have meat to spare.”

He laughed again, “Alright, but if I do this, and only if, I need to be paid.”

I put my fork down, “Fucking two fertile women isn’t enough for you?” I asked him.

He shook his head, “You want me to work, I can, but I haven’t worked for free since I was about sixteen and I am not going to do so now.”

I smiled, “I will talk with my business partner, maybe while you are dicking her, and we will see,” I said, “Should I do the dishes and clean the floor?” I added, “You kinda made a mess.”