Phone Sex Escape -18-

Mature/ Adult content inside

Dinner with my step sister isn’t what I expected. Honestly, for the first time, I am a little confused. My mother has to know by sending Jamison to my house to live. She is going to get the fucking of a lifetime. In a way, I wonder if that’s what she wants. Someone to teach this girl why God gave her a pussy, and how to submit to a man. My mother isn’t what one would call normal. She is just the opposite. Even growing up, she was the one who taught me indirectly about sex and how to please a woman. Watching her and every one of her new husbands fuck gave me an insight into what a woman wants. My mother, that woman, is a freak in the sheets. I have never found someone as demanding as her, but who knows, maybe Jamison will shock me. 

Settled into a booth in the back of the restaurant, Jamison made sure to be right next to me after the episode in the car. I can tell she wants that pussy popped, but I want her to beg for it for me. At her age, she might know what a dick feels like inside of her, but she has no idea what damage my dick can do to a sweet little honey hole like hers. 

“Sir, can I bring you and your daughter something to drink?” asked the waitress. 

Without hesitation, I looked at the bitch like she had lost her mind. I know it was just a snarky comment from her, but Jamison is far from a daughter. “Whiskey neat, and for my little fuck toy, how about a Shirley Temple,” I laughed. The look on her face was worth the lie. People assume far too much when they saw an older man in public with someone barely legal. 

Her face went white as a sheet before walking away without a word. As I look over to my sister, the look on her face got my dick instantly hard. Biting her lip, smirking, I know that before the night is over, I will be balls deep in that pussy and pumping her full of cum. If I hadn’t come a few minutes before, I would force her under the table and get my dick sucked when I ate my dinner. The last time I did that with my intern, her feet hung out from under the table, and the staff had the perfect view of her ass. 

The drinks came, and I ordered for both of us. Just some pasta for myself, and to be the dick I am, I ordered Jamison’s food off the kiddie menu. The waitress kept her lips tight and head down. If she wants a decent tip, she better bite her tongue. 

“How could you say that?” Jamison asked. Her cheeks bright red, she seemed humiliated, but by what? The fact that the woman thought she was a child or that everyone knew that she was going to get fucked.

“Say what? The truth?” I asked. My hand now on her knee, inching up toward the skimpy pair of panties that barely covered her bald pussy. Of course, I don’t stop because she stiffens. I quit because my fingers are now painting pussy juices up and down her swollen lips. Leaning over, my lips on the shell of her ear, whispering, “I bet you taste delicious.” Pulling my hand out, I slide a finger over her mouth, smirking, “Wouldn’t you agree?”

Without hesitation, her mouth opens to allow a subtle moan to escape. Breathless and panting, her hands now gripping that sugar drink for dear life. “I, oh god, it’s good,” Jamison moaned. 

“Sir, your dinner,” the waitress smiled. 

It was a different one this time. The other disappeared. Maybe my frankness is too much for her delicate mind to handle. There is one thing about me. I do not hold back with my thoughts or words. If someone calls me out, I double down on them. Thanking the woman, before Jamison could take the first bite, my fingers slipped back in. Her juices easing my way into that tiny pussy, I allowed her to eat, but I learned long ago how to one hand a meal. I don’t know what tastes better. The pasta, or her sweet pussy juices. 

“Please, Johnathan, not here,” Jamison whispered. 

She was going to have to do better than that. A whisper? I deserve a scream the way my fingers ram inside of her well-lubricated hole. Twirling the pasta on the fork, the sounds of a wet pussy and the scent is intoxicating. 

“Please, Johnathan, stop,” Jamison begged, her hips rocking back and forth, and she tried to eat the child-size pizza.  “Johnathan, I can’t do this quietly,” she added, her voice louder. 

“Then don’t,” I said, still eating. I don’t give a damn if the entire place stops and listens to Jamison cum, just as long as she cums. My fingers pushing in deeper, fucking her as deep as they will go, her walls are a dead giveaway. She pulsated around my fingers. A sudden damn broke, flooding my hand to the wrist. 

Grabbing the table, Jamison closed her eyes, laying her head back against the booth, “Oh fuck, Johnathan, fuck me harder.” 

A sudden shatter of glass and the place went silent. A few people were looking over as Jamison rode out her orgasm, others whispering uncomfortably. I dare any of them to come and tell me to leave. I’d own this place by morning if they tried. 

When she finished, I pull my hands out, suck them dry, and finish eating as nothing happened. Jamison is going to have to learn that when her stepbrother wants something, he takes it. 

“Sir, another drink,” the waitress stuttered. Her hands shaking, she couldn’t get away from the table fast enough. She never made contact with either. 

“Finish your meal, Jamison. I have to stop by the office on the way home,” I said, my cloth napkin now laying across the plate. I exhaled slow, the meal good, but her pussy was the real treat. So sweet and aromatic, I can only imagine the looks I get when I bring Haven to this place for dinner next time. 

“I’m not hungry anymore,” Jamison said. 

As I paid the bill, laughing, I knew she’d get broken in right. My mother will get a call later tonight thanking her for sending me a care package in the form of my stepsister’s pussy. Of course, she will act like she’s shocked, but I’m sure that will get her pussy wet as well. 

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