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Anything Goes
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Bi-Sexual Male / 53
I'm a cook in a restaurant, a real restaurant. We're open for Thanksgiving. I get started at 3 A.M. on Thanksgiving morning, we begin serving dinner (early dinner) at ten in the morning and let in our last guest at 5:00 P.M. My part is done at 5:30 and so I just got home a few minutes ago. But this is about what happened last year on Thanksgiving.
So Last Thanksgiving I got home around 6 at night as I usually do on Thanksgiving. My neighbor knows I'm single and don't have any family which is also why I offer to work that day so the other cooks who want to spend time with their family can. My neighbors had moved in the previous summer and we get along pretty well. Sometimes I bring them left overs that we would have thrown away. You'd be shocked at how much we throw away in a restaurant. So last year a few minutes after I got home from work there was a knock on the door. It was my neighbor's adorable little ten year old daughter. Being that this was in Florida, she was wearing a bikini. They had been swimming and had not yet become acustommed to the warm Florida weather so thought it was perfectly normal to go for a swim. To me it was freezing. I wouldn't have even considered going swimming in November except maybe down in Key West or Miami where it might be just barely warm enough but not this part of Florida.
So there she was in her bikini, adorable in her long blonde pigtails and very sweetly asked me if I'd like to come over for Thanksgiving dinner. Honestly, being a professional cook for the last 40 years, I've grown to be rather picky about how my food is prepared and so usually I dread such invitations. It means I've got to force myself to pretend I like the food and eat just enough to make it look good but not so much as to make me look like an inconsiderate glutton. This is the other reason I volunteer to work on Thanksgiving. It means I have a built in excuse to decline such invitations and since I get to take home a generous helping of everything (usually enough left overs to last me a week which is the upper limit of how long you should keep them). By the time I get home, usually around 6pm, everyone is already done eating their Thanksgiving dinner, cleaned up, gorge themselves on pumpkin pie, and are passed out in front of the TV in the middle of their second football game and 9th beer. If I get any kind of invitation at all it is usually an offer of a plate of left overs most of which ends up in the trash most of the time.
Last year I was stunned that I actually got such an invitation due to the late hour then I realized she probably meant I was being offered a plate of left overs so I followed her next door, still in my white chef's garb prepared to collect yet another plate of dry over cooked turkey, salmonella contaminated dressing, horrid canned cranberry sauce, soupy over buttered and peppered mashed potatoes, nasty canned gravy, burned green bean casserole, burnt from frozen instant dinner rolls and under cooked pumpkin pie with a burnt crust. That was what I was expecting. Little Terrisa (I think that is how you spell it) took me by the hand and led me next door. There I found a magnificent table dr**ed in a white linen table cloth, cloth napkins, fine china, sterling flatware, Fine crystal and one of the finest assortments of holiday entrees and side dishes I had ever seen in a private home and better than many fine dining establishments including the one where I worked. they even had a nice wine all ready. My neighbor told me she wanted to surprise me with an invitation to dinner at a time when she knew I would be hungry and figured perhaps I might want a slightly different menu. I won't go into a long description. Just rest assured it smelled amazing. It was in fact the most appetizing meal I'd ever been invited to bar none. All the standards were there and cooked to perfection along with a few innovative dishes that pleasantly surprised my palate.
But absolutely none of that compared to the company or how they were attired. Terrisa of course I already described, her two younger sisters, Melodie, 7 and Sonia, 4 and Marrissa 12 and of course their widowed Mom, Angela, 36 and all blond. The kids all with their hair in pigtails, the mom in a long pony tail. I'm not describing clothes because they weren't wearing any! Terrisa was the only one wearing anything and that disappeared almost as soon as I got to the dining room. The younger ones were already sitting around the table, Terrisa and Marrissa told me that they always ate dinner nude but I was welcome to leave my clothes on or take them off. Angelia just then, having overheard the conversation asked if I minded and that it saves on ruining clothes stained from spilled food. She reiterated the offer that I can leave my clothes on or take them off. I looked at her and noticed her huge puffy nipples crinkling up erect almost like they were about ready to start spraying milk into a hungry baby's mouth and I hoped she would not notice my throbbing erection.
So I stripped down at the entryway hanging my clothes up on an antique Victorian cast iron coat rack, all save for my apron which I thought half as a joke might be a good way to hide my erection and have the practical function of keeping food off my body which I really didn't want covered in crumbs. If you're a hairy guy you understand. So I sat down that way and Marrissa and Terrisa giggled. I glanced down and realized that the apron was NOT hiding anything. It was tented up my full seven inches. So much for discretion. So trying to be as casual as possible, I sat down. Angela began serving everyone and I could not help but glance around and compare the sister's breasts or what would become breasts and admiring their nude forms.
Dinner was as I said amazing. As good as it smelled it tasted even better. It certainly was better than what I served at work. She cooked that turkey perfect. The meat was tender, moist and fell off the bones like it's supposed to. She described how she roasted the turkey empty then cooked the bird almost to completion, then added pre cooked dressing just to brown it exactly like a professional chef would have done. I could tell that's how she did it. Best dressing I ever tasted. Best home made cranberry sauce. Best home made from scratch gravy and so on. And eating dinner naked in the company of five beauties made it all the better.
Over Dinner Angela explained that they were naturists but didn't usually tell people. She said that Terrissa had seen me sunbathing in my lanai one day and told her mom that they had a naturist neighbor, me. Of course I hadn't heard the term naturist. I'd heard of nudists but I thought they were middle aged over weight people who populated nude beaches making other beach goers uncomfortable. I usually prefer being nude in the privacy of my own home. Being in my sixties, I would imagine you might understand. I don't like to scare people with all my wrinkled up body parts but at this particular table I had one body part that was anything but wrinkled.
After dinner (was quite tired since I'd been up for over 17 hours)Angela invited me to stay to watch the Macy's Parade they had recorded earlier when the girls were out playing in the back yard (they get up early like me). I accepted the invitation mostly because I was too tired to move more than a few feet and the sofa was nearby. As soon as I sat down, Marrissa plopped down to my right, our naked bodies pressed together, Terrissa asked if she could sit on my lap (holy crap how was I going to manage my errection-she had undone my apron and told me I wouldn't need it) and the other little ones sat down to my left. I was engulfed in sweet little preteen flesh. How was I going to explain my erection? Angela set the DVR to play and sat down across from us on the recliner having said screw the dishes, I'll do them later! Terrissa squirmed around to get comfortable and in the process trapped my erection between her thighs and started to absently rub circles around my foreskin. If she didn't cut that out soon I was going to spray a surprise on her fingers.
Angela glanced over, looked between our legs, smiled at me then continued watching the show. Well, that was a pleasant surprise. I would have thought she was going to freak out and chase me around the neighborhood with a carving knife. Been there, done that, so I'm very careful, usually. But Angela seemed completely comfortable with the idea of her ten year old preteen virgin daughter sitting naked in my naked lap playing with my erect penis. So I put my arms around her to give her a gentle hug and leaned a little in to smell her aromatic pig tails. Resting my right hand on her belly I felt my cock get close. I had to figure out how to get her to stop or slow down to avoid going that far. I was pretty sure that would get me into some kind of trouble. Terrissa put her hand on mine and guided it down between her leg and held my finger tips right on top of her clit and top of her slit. Her older sister was leaning on me letting her pigtails dr**e across my right shoulder and arm. Little seven year old Melodie was hugging my left arm and her baby sister was laying down with her head full of blond curls in her sister's lap, some of it spilled onto mine alongside Terrissa's mane.
Did I tell you I've got a hair fetish? As much as I adore sweet sexy little girls, my hair fetish is so intense that I would actually choose to have sex with a cute guy with an amazing head of long pretty hair than participate in an orgy with a bunch of otherwise pretty seven year old's with their hair shaved off. And that is saying a lot since I am very dedicated to the idea that all men ought to be allowed to keep a harem of little sex slaves.
But I digress, again.
"Are you going to tease that poor old man all night or are you going to finally let him cum?" Angela scolded her second child. Well that took me completely by surprise. I mean I had figured out they were very friendly if you know what I mean but I really didn't think it could possibly go beyond a little inappropriate cuddling.
Terrissa then just grabbed my cock full in the middle of the shaft and pulled it back and stuffed the end in her slit. I decided to just let her do what she will because I was frankly scared of the ramifications of what was happening. Terrissa then just fucked me. Full on she pushed herself about half way onto my painfully hard cock and strangled it to death, you know, that little death they call an orgasm. I came hard inside her as I cuddled with her older and younger sisters. I came deep in Terrissa's tight little not any more virgin pussy and it was the best fuck ever. I grunted and moaned like a beast mating with it's offspring. I looked over to catch Angella madly frigging herself, eyes rolled back grunting louder than I was.
So now I've been accepting weekly and occasionally week day invitations to naked dinner and movie night and getting made love to by my little girlfriend's while their mom uses whatever toy she chose on her pussy that night. Yesterday, Angela told me to come over wearing nothing but an apron like last year around 7:30. That's in a few minutes and I got tomorrow off. Angela promised it would be better than last year's dinner, especially the desert. "Desert" is her euphemism for what I like to do with her kids while she watches.
So here I go. Wish me luck!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!
So Last Thanksgiving I got home around 6 at night as I usually do on Thanksgiving. My neighbor knows I'm single and don't have any family which is also why I offer to work that day so the other cooks who want to spend time with their family can. My neighbors had moved in the previous summer and we get along pretty well. Sometimes I bring them left overs that we would have thrown away. You'd be shocked at how much we throw away in a restaurant. So last year a few minutes after I got home from work there was a knock on the door. It was my neighbor's adorable little ten year old daughter. Being that this was in Florida, she was wearing a bikini. They had been swimming and had not yet become acustommed to the warm Florida weather so thought it was perfectly normal to go for a swim. To me it was freezing. I wouldn't have even considered going swimming in November except maybe down in Key West or Miami where it might be just barely warm enough but not this part of Florida.
So there she was in her bikini, adorable in her long blonde pigtails and very sweetly asked me if I'd like to come over for Thanksgiving dinner. Honestly, being a professional cook for the last 40 years, I've grown to be rather picky about how my food is prepared and so usually I dread such invitations. It means I've got to force myself to pretend I like the food and eat just enough to make it look good but not so much as to make me look like an inconsiderate glutton. This is the other reason I volunteer to work on Thanksgiving. It means I have a built in excuse to decline such invitations and since I get to take home a generous helping of everything (usually enough left overs to last me a week which is the upper limit of how long you should keep them). By the time I get home, usually around 6pm, everyone is already done eating their Thanksgiving dinner, cleaned up, gorge themselves on pumpkin pie, and are passed out in front of the TV in the middle of their second football game and 9th beer. If I get any kind of invitation at all it is usually an offer of a plate of left overs most of which ends up in the trash most of the time.
Last year I was stunned that I actually got such an invitation due to the late hour then I realized she probably meant I was being offered a plate of left overs so I followed her next door, still in my white chef's garb prepared to collect yet another plate of dry over cooked turkey, salmonella contaminated dressing, horrid canned cranberry sauce, soupy over buttered and peppered mashed potatoes, nasty canned gravy, burned green bean casserole, burnt from frozen instant dinner rolls and under cooked pumpkin pie with a burnt crust. That was what I was expecting. Little Terrisa (I think that is how you spell it) took me by the hand and led me next door. There I found a magnificent table dr**ed in a white linen table cloth, cloth napkins, fine china, sterling flatware, Fine crystal and one of the finest assortments of holiday entrees and side dishes I had ever seen in a private home and better than many fine dining establishments including the one where I worked. they even had a nice wine all ready. My neighbor told me she wanted to surprise me with an invitation to dinner at a time when she knew I would be hungry and figured perhaps I might want a slightly different menu. I won't go into a long description. Just rest assured it smelled amazing. It was in fact the most appetizing meal I'd ever been invited to bar none. All the standards were there and cooked to perfection along with a few innovative dishes that pleasantly surprised my palate.
But absolutely none of that compared to the company or how they were attired. Terrisa of course I already described, her two younger sisters, Melodie, 7 and Sonia, 4 and Marrissa 12 and of course their widowed Mom, Angela, 36 and all blond. The kids all with their hair in pigtails, the mom in a long pony tail. I'm not describing clothes because they weren't wearing any! Terrisa was the only one wearing anything and that disappeared almost as soon as I got to the dining room. The younger ones were already sitting around the table, Terrisa and Marrissa told me that they always ate dinner nude but I was welcome to leave my clothes on or take them off. Angelia just then, having overheard the conversation asked if I minded and that it saves on ruining clothes stained from spilled food. She reiterated the offer that I can leave my clothes on or take them off. I looked at her and noticed her huge puffy nipples crinkling up erect almost like they were about ready to start spraying milk into a hungry baby's mouth and I hoped she would not notice my throbbing erection.
So I stripped down at the entryway hanging my clothes up on an antique Victorian cast iron coat rack, all save for my apron which I thought half as a joke might be a good way to hide my erection and have the practical function of keeping food off my body which I really didn't want covered in crumbs. If you're a hairy guy you understand. So I sat down that way and Marrissa and Terrisa giggled. I glanced down and realized that the apron was NOT hiding anything. It was tented up my full seven inches. So much for discretion. So trying to be as casual as possible, I sat down. Angela began serving everyone and I could not help but glance around and compare the sister's breasts or what would become breasts and admiring their nude forms.
Dinner was as I said amazing. As good as it smelled it tasted even better. It certainly was better than what I served at work. She cooked that turkey perfect. The meat was tender, moist and fell off the bones like it's supposed to. She described how she roasted the turkey empty then cooked the bird almost to completion, then added pre cooked dressing just to brown it exactly like a professional chef would have done. I could tell that's how she did it. Best dressing I ever tasted. Best home made cranberry sauce. Best home made from scratch gravy and so on. And eating dinner naked in the company of five beauties made it all the better.
Over Dinner Angela explained that they were naturists but didn't usually tell people. She said that Terrissa had seen me sunbathing in my lanai one day and told her mom that they had a naturist neighbor, me. Of course I hadn't heard the term naturist. I'd heard of nudists but I thought they were middle aged over weight people who populated nude beaches making other beach goers uncomfortable. I usually prefer being nude in the privacy of my own home. Being in my sixties, I would imagine you might understand. I don't like to scare people with all my wrinkled up body parts but at this particular table I had one body part that was anything but wrinkled.
After dinner (was quite tired since I'd been up for over 17 hours)Angela invited me to stay to watch the Macy's Parade they had recorded earlier when the girls were out playing in the back yard (they get up early like me). I accepted the invitation mostly because I was too tired to move more than a few feet and the sofa was nearby. As soon as I sat down, Marrissa plopped down to my right, our naked bodies pressed together, Terrissa asked if she could sit on my lap (holy crap how was I going to manage my errection-she had undone my apron and told me I wouldn't need it) and the other little ones sat down to my left. I was engulfed in sweet little preteen flesh. How was I going to explain my erection? Angela set the DVR to play and sat down across from us on the recliner having said screw the dishes, I'll do them later! Terrissa squirmed around to get comfortable and in the process trapped my erection between her thighs and started to absently rub circles around my foreskin. If she didn't cut that out soon I was going to spray a surprise on her fingers.
Angela glanced over, looked between our legs, smiled at me then continued watching the show. Well, that was a pleasant surprise. I would have thought she was going to freak out and chase me around the neighborhood with a carving knife. Been there, done that, so I'm very careful, usually. But Angela seemed completely comfortable with the idea of her ten year old preteen virgin daughter sitting naked in my naked lap playing with my erect penis. So I put my arms around her to give her a gentle hug and leaned a little in to smell her aromatic pig tails. Resting my right hand on her belly I felt my cock get close. I had to figure out how to get her to stop or slow down to avoid going that far. I was pretty sure that would get me into some kind of trouble. Terrissa put her hand on mine and guided it down between her leg and held my finger tips right on top of her clit and top of her slit. Her older sister was leaning on me letting her pigtails dr**e across my right shoulder and arm. Little seven year old Melodie was hugging my left arm and her baby sister was laying down with her head full of blond curls in her sister's lap, some of it spilled onto mine alongside Terrissa's mane.
Did I tell you I've got a hair fetish? As much as I adore sweet sexy little girls, my hair fetish is so intense that I would actually choose to have sex with a cute guy with an amazing head of long pretty hair than participate in an orgy with a bunch of otherwise pretty seven year old's with their hair shaved off. And that is saying a lot since I am very dedicated to the idea that all men ought to be allowed to keep a harem of little sex slaves.
But I digress, again.
"Are you going to tease that poor old man all night or are you going to finally let him cum?" Angela scolded her second child. Well that took me completely by surprise. I mean I had figured out they were very friendly if you know what I mean but I really didn't think it could possibly go beyond a little inappropriate cuddling.
Terrissa then just grabbed my cock full in the middle of the shaft and pulled it back and stuffed the end in her slit. I decided to just let her do what she will because I was frankly scared of the ramifications of what was happening. Terrissa then just fucked me. Full on she pushed herself about half way onto my painfully hard cock and strangled it to death, you know, that little death they call an orgasm. I came hard inside her as I cuddled with her older and younger sisters. I came deep in Terrissa's tight little not any more virgin pussy and it was the best fuck ever. I grunted and moaned like a beast mating with it's offspring. I looked over to catch Angella madly frigging herself, eyes rolled back grunting louder than I was.
So now I've been accepting weekly and occasionally week day invitations to naked dinner and movie night and getting made love to by my little girlfriend's while their mom uses whatever toy she chose on her pussy that night. Yesterday, Angela told me to come over wearing nothing but an apron like last year around 7:30. That's in a few minutes and I got tomorrow off. Angela promised it would be better than last year's dinner, especially the desert. "Desert" is her euphemism for what I like to do with her kids while she watches.
So here I go. Wish me luck!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!
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