Sausage

Daphne rummaged around the small kitchen and found a cast iron skillet, some plates, and silverware.

Jo came over and sat at the kitchen table. "So," Jo began to Daphne. "I see what's going on here. I'm glad to see you are trying to make this interesting."

"What are you talking about Jo?"

"Come on Daph, I've been playing this game a lot longer than you. I gotta say though, it's working for you. Your tits are looking good with that braless look. I'll bet you could have Tom or Chad eating from your hands before you know it." Daphne's mouth opened agape in surprise at the frankness as Jo continued. "I wonder if Angie is on board, if nothing else, I'll use some good old fashion peer pressure or ****. In the meantime, I'll keep Chad and Angie distracted." With that she winked and strolled away from the kitchen.

Daphne had been a good girl her whole life. Sure she had boyfriends and a sexlife, but had been quite reserved inside the confines of the relationships. Why shouldn't she have guys eating out of her hands?

Tom returned from getting dressed and popped open the small refrigerator. "Let's see what we've got." He pulled out what looked like a good choice, "we have sausage and eggs, they seem to have a lot of these items, so it shouldn't put them out if we cook it up."

"Sounds good to me, I love sausage," Daphne responded, putting the emphasis on sausage. "Let's do the sausage first and cook the eggs in the hot sausage juices."

Daphne waited for Tom to be near and bent over to look at the burner igniting under the skillet. Simultaneously she pushed her ass against his crotch. The space between the oven range and the kitchen table was narrow for the small kitchen and Tom was pinned between Daphne and the table. Daphne wiggled back and forth on his groin and then stood up.

"Whoops, that's a tight fit," Daphne said and wondered what had come over her. Maybe she was just so tired of Jo being the center of attention all the time.

Tom stood there too in shock to say anything. They were blocked from the view of the others and Jo did say she would distract the others.

Daphne turned to Tom, "well, this sausage isn't going to take care of itself."

She placed one hand on the bulge that was forming in the front of his pants. Her hand slid up and down his hardening member. Daphne's free hand pulled the front of his shirt up high enough to give her access to slide the other hand down the front of his jeans.

Tom's eyes widened and he looked around like his head was on a swivel. Daphne grabbed his chin firmly, but not rough, to look down at her. Her hand found his hard cock. It was warm and felt good as she slid her hand downward till she found his well trimmed balls and gave them a gentle pull.

Tom's knees quivered a little at her brazen actions. Daphne pulled her hand free of his pants. "Are we putting sausage on or what?" Daphne said in mock impatience.

Tom was quite flustered by now and struggled to opened the sausage wrapper.

"Let me help you unwrap that," Daphne said and knelt down to unzip his pants. "You had better keep working on that meat."

Tom nodded speechless as Daphne pulled out Tom's skin sausage. She eyed the now fully erect cock inches from her face. It was a little bigger than her last boyfriends cock and throbbing in her hand. She could almost fit both hands around the shaft while still having his budding tip exposed. Her mind strayed to the sensation of having this between her legs.

Tom was struggling to lay links of sausage on the skillet. He managed to put a couple on with a sizzle. She tugged on his sausage gently keeping it pointed between her eyes while looking up at Tom with doe eyes.

Daphne removed one hand and put the other on her chest to squeeze her left breast upward through her T-shirt. The nipple hardened from the sensation as she moved to the right nipple.

"Oh, I know how much you like these," she whispered while pumping his dick.

Clear precum leaked from the tip of his meat. Her tongue came out to intercept it from spilling to the ground. Tom's knees buckled at the sensation of her warm moist tongue and the sight of her hard nipples through her T-shirt.

Jo was right, she had Tom wrapped around her finger, but it wasn't about control at this point. Her insides were craving man meat. She licked the tip of his cock like an icecream cone.

Tom placed a hand on the countertop to steady himself. Daphne pumped his dick with one hand and moved the other between her legs to appease her swelling clit. Her lips enclosed his cock head and pulled off with a soft pop. A thin line of precum and saliva streamed from her lower lip.