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Storie \ Daddy's Dinner

  Tom Pichachu | Feet Under The Table -  - English story | 30.03.2003

"This is really awful," she said as she picked up another french fry, dragged it through the ketchup and popped it into her mouth.

"What?" I asked, at once hating how she began to say something then let it go, just like that, with no explanation.

"Well," she said, going for another French fry, "you look like my father."

She looked into my eyes as she popped the fry into her mouth. If any other girl had said this I would have assumed that meant we wouldn't be sleeping together. But with Tanya I wasn't so sure. I wasn't so sure that she might not even be turned on by the fact that I looked like her father. The girl was weird.

I also thought she might be lying. I was ugly and she was beautiful and it seemed impossible that anyone I resembled could produce someone like her. That would be so like her, to say something to throw me off and upset me. And on top of that I had never been sure why she was with me in the first place, I had assumed it was because she had bad eyesight or just didn't pay attention to things. But now, with this announcement, I realized I had been wrong.

"...not really ugly just sort of well, you know, goofy," she was saying as she continued stuffing French fries into her beautiful mouth.

I shook my head in disbelief. "Well, thanks, Tanya, you really know how to make a guy feel good."

She looked up at me to see whether I was joking or not.

"Are you saying I don't make you feel good?" she asked.

"No. I'm saying that you hurt my feelings," I said slowly.
"So are you saying that you wouldn't want me calling you Daddy?" she asked. Tanya can be so coy and I didn't know quite how to answer that. She was the type of girl that could trick you if you weren't careful.

"No, I didn't say that either," I answered, speaking slowly and choosing my words carefully.

"So if I had been a bad girl you wouldn't want to pretend you were my Daddy and put me over your knee and give me a good spanking?" she asked, managing to look so perfectly innocent as she said those naughty words.

She had also managed to make me hard as a rock and being that we were in a crowded diner and she was almost finished with her french fries, I was a little worried she would realize this and stand up announcing it was time to leave.

I smiled at her, trying to keep my cool, until I felt something on my calf. It was her foot, minus her shoe, sliding up my leg and now beginning to massage my groin, which was responding a little too well.

I bit my lip as she picked up another french fry and stuck it halfway into her mouth, sucked on it for a minute, slowly pulled it out, and then popping it in.

Her tiny foot was pressing down on my aching boner. I was trying to think of a way to get us out of the diner and to my house without losing some of this momentum.

"So Daddy," she purred, "I'm almost done with my dinner. Are you going to give me some dessert?"

I nodded. My voice had disappeared. "I've been a good little girl haven't I?" she continued, as she pressed her foot harder into my crotch. I swallowed, gasping for air.

Her hand disappeared with a french fry beneath the table. Her foot continued to jerk me off and she said, "Do you know what I'm doing?"

"No," I whispered.

"I'm fucking myself with the french fry," she said calmly. My jaw dropped. I wanted to bend down underneath the table and watch her.

"Oh, it feels so good. It's hot and greasy, just sliding right through me. Of course," she paused, "a French fry French fry is so small. Not anything like you, I bet you're so big, you would probably just fill me up," she said, her eyes beginning to roll back in her head.

The noise around us was growing as the nighttime crowd shuffled in. The clank of silverware and low mutterings of conversation lapped around me as flames to a fire, and I was just as hot. There had to be a way out of here.

"Daddy," she called, bringing me back to reality, or whatever constituted reality at this moment. "I'm rubbing it over my clit now, my hard, sensitive little clit. It feels so good, like I could come in an instant." With that she jerked back in her seat sending her foot once again deep into my groin. I don't know if you have ever seen a woman in the throes of orgasm, but it is one of the most beautiful sights known to man. Her mouth was slightly parted, her head tilted back and her eyes were tearing over. My hard-on was raging in my pants, threatening to rip a hole right through my jeans.

At that moment I didn't give a crap about anyone else, I wanted to pick her up and sit her right down on top of me and the red vinyl seat cushion I was stuck to. She brought her other foot up to join its mate on my crotch and I reached down to unbutton my jeans. Once my cock was free she went for it, a foot on either side, her slippery stockings sliding over it with ease. I grasped the edge of the Formica table and held on until my knuckles turned white. She leaned forward to get a better shot and managed to completely arch her foot around my throbbing dick.

"Oh Daddy," she whispered, her voice husky, "how big and strong you are."

I lost it. I bit my lip until I exploded all over her pretty little peds. I slumped down in the booth, spent. She sat back, smiled, and finished eating the rest of those goddamn french fries.