more interesting than I could have hoped for

Being on all fours under the table I can only see the lower part of Steve's body and hear him crunching away on the bacon with his forearms resting to the side of his plate. He seems so satisfied to no longer face us and talk to us, wiggling his firm ass in the air. I look at his thighs and legs and the enormous bulge that forms down below his flat belly.

Mr. Robertson also concentrates on his breakfast again sitting there all relaxed in his brown fluffy bathrobe like so often.

I on the other hand have no stomach to eat right now seeing how excited and willing Steve is down there. My own little dick twitches hard and strains the little cotton panties upwards even lifting my dress a little. Pictures of last night flash through my mind, of Steve being all animalistic and brutal, of him kicking me down to the floor. It hurt a little but in a good way. Nevertheless he treated me like a little bitch so maybe I should return the favour. I bite my lip as I think about all that, tapping my ballerinas nervously.

I decide to make Steve strain his hard cock even more and slip out one foot from my shoe. My toenails are freshly painted black to match my fingernails. I wiggle my toes as I feel the fresh air and slowly put my foot forward in the direction of Steve's plate.

He just grunts and munches but doesn't react. Slowly I inch them forward till my big toe touches the cold rim of the plate. I can hear that Steve has stopped munching and moved slightly back with his ass probably to look at my foot and at what I am doing.

Now or never I think and lift my foot over the plate and let it step right into the soft and squishy scrambled eggs on it. It feels warm and soft and slimy on my soles and I press down so the eggs squish up between my toes. My dick jumps with delight and I briefly roll my eyes back and give a soft girlish moan.

Mr. Robertson looks at me questioningly and I just smile touching his hairy forearm.

"I am just so happy, daddy!" I say with a mischievous grin. "Thanks for letting me have a puppy!"

Mr. Robertson looks down at his son half hidden under the table and then back at me with a horny glint in his gaze. He shifts his position a little, like his bathrobe was itching a bit then he clears his throat and with a nod he takes another sip of coffee.

In a girly sing song voice I add now more towards below the table "I hope buster likes the food I made for him today!" Followed by a suggestive wiggle of my toes in the slimy eggs.

I hear a strained groan from beneath the table and see the tent of Steve's boxer briefs jump and a wet stain forming at the tip.

I cannot wipe of the grin from my face as I feel the heat of Steve's breath on my foot as he starts to lick the egg off of it and from between my toes.

I start to breath deep and whisper "Good boy!" As he licks it all off of me with an anxiety to please. I shove a load of egg into my mouth as well to muffle another moan and gulp it down as Steve starts to take my big toe in his mouth and suck on it noisily.

I look at Mr. Robertson again and he can clearly see me panting and in heat and he also hears his son giving off degrading sounds from beneath the table but all he does is look in his loving fatherly way with a hint of horniness in his eyes.

"B...Buster is really hungry!" I squiek, "M...maybe I should take him outside and give him some more?" I can feel that Steve already slurped up almost all the egg and now just vigorously licks my wet foot.

Mr. Robertson smiles and takes my hand in his hairy strong paw. "Why don't you just continue to feed him right here!", he says and puts my hand under his bathrobe and around his already hard thick shaft. He never wears anything under his bathrobe but even though I already felt his hard cock in every hole before I am still amazed at how hot and hard it is right now. I gasp and nod, spreading my legs a little inviting Buster to come closer underneath the table.

He takes the hint and continues to lick and sniffle his way up on my ankle, my calf and then the inside of my thigh. With my free hand I reach down, lift the bottom of my dress and pull my panties to the side to let out my little hard shaft. I can feel Steve's wet tongue lapping at my balls and up the underside of my dick. He is so eager as never before not even minding his father sitting right next to me with his hard shaft in my hand. From his position he must clearly see his father's hairy hard mast being stroked by my delicate fingers underneath his bathrobe.

Mr. Robertson grunts and leans back giving me better access to caress him while Steve is wrapping his warm lips around my mushroom head starting a bobbing motion up and down almost hitting his head on the underside of the table.

With my free hand I go through Steve's hair and pull him onto me while I let my hips slide down a little so I can fit my whole length in his mouth. I have a short dick so I can fuck his mouth with my full length without making him gag too much and Buster seems all too eager to take me in fully.

Copious amounts of precum flow from Mr. Robertsons cockhead lubricating my hand as I massage it all over his shaft. The air fills with his musky smell and the slimy smacking noises of his cock and Steve's muffled moans.