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Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Date: 9/20/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: DarkSide, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories
I was half asleep when the bedroom door opened. I quickly looked around and saw a young woman standing in the doorway. I struggled to focus as she walked towards me. “What…” I stammered. “I’m Melissa,” she started, “Tiffany’s friend. I stayed over last night, slept in the spare room next door.” Tiffany was our daughter and obviously Melissa and her had been out for the night. “Right,” I replied, “and what are you doing in here?” I could almost see through her one piece nightshirt; her tits jiggled as she walked towards me. Then I noticed that it only barely covered the top of her thighs. “Breakfast!” she exclaimed. I screwed my eyes up wondering what she meant. “Breakfast?” I questioned. “Like I said, I stayed in the spare room last night. I could hear everything this morning. You and your wife seemed to have had a wonderful fuck. That is, if her moaning was anything to go by.” I was a little taken aback by her brazenness. She was right though, we did have a great fuck. “Look,” I said, “my wife or Tiffany could come in here any second.” “Oh! No,” she replied, ”Tiffany’s almost comatose and your wife just left the house and drove off in the car. It’s just you and me…” She was now standing close to the bed looking me in the eye. She placed her hands on her hips while I pulled myself up the bed a little and pulled the bedclothes with me. “Thing is,” she said, “I was wondering whether you had anything left over.” “What do you mean left over?” I asked. “In that cock of yours,” ...