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Subject: {ASSM} Dinner Interrupted (MF, nc, Oral, MDom)
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Date: Thu, 27 Nov 2008 20:10:01 -0500
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Oct 28, 2008

Last night, it was about 18:05 and Casey was going to be home any
minute. I was worried because this adventure is incredibly messy and
wasteful so I decided to make more than needed. My hands were full of
milk, flour, eggs and bread crumbs (repeated in many layers) but I
managed to keep me pretty dress pristine. I love to make Veal
Parmigiana, it's just complicated enough. I am going to be late but
I'm sure Casey will help me grate the cheese and cook the linguine, he
always helps out.

I was listened to minimal piano works while cooking which meant I
heard him open the wonky street level door, walk up the stairs and
enter the apartment. Those distinctive sounds always make my heart
race a bit. He always walks up the stairs at a slow pace and I'm sure
he does it on purpose. I wonder if he spends his commute from work
thinking about his specific plans for our evening. I, on the other
hand, rarely have specific evening plans as he enjoyed thwarting them.
Days are for plans, evening, most of them anyway, belonged only to
him.

When I heard him walk toward the kitchen I turned and as he walked
into the kitchen I held up my messy hands, perhaps as a warning. This
made him smile and he walked to me, placed my right side and kissed
me. As always, instead of bowing down to meet my lips, he made a
grabbing gesture to bring me up to him. This doesn't actually raise
me, it was just how he likes to do things and assert his presence.

Casey: Good evening Ms Thompson. What are you making?

Livia: Veal Parmigiana!

I was quite happy with myself as he likes it. He looked worried and
asked "Are we having company?". "No, I just wanted to make you lunches
while I was at it." I reassured him. I couldn't hug him so I placed my
head against his chest and made a hugging motion with my forearms.

Casey: Don't you dare get this mess on me!

I knew he was being playful yet he still grabbed both my arms to
physically prevent me from touching him. I yelped out of surprise and
asked for help with the cheese. He agreed, "I'll go change out of
these fancy pants and be right back. Now get back to work!" He turned
me to face the counter again and playfully slapped my ass then let me
go and walked away.

I heard him take a few steps and stop.

"Livia! Are you wearing any panties?" He said in a very serious tone.

"Oh shit!" was all I could think. It was a rhetorical question anyway
so I did not answer and waited for what he would say next. All I heard
was the sound of a knife being, forcefully, pulled out of the butcher
block.

I heard him slowly walk back to me. I just stood still and felt both
of his hands on my thighs. One of his hands was holding the knife and
I felt a long cold blade against my left thigh. In short order and
without saying a thing he lifted my dress to my waist and used the
knife to saw away both sides of my favorite boy shorts. He then threw
the knife on the counter sideways and yanked my panties away. As I
turned around, I saw him walk towards the kitchen door press the pedal
and angrily throw my destroyed panties in the garbage can. "No panties
in the house!" Casey looked livid, this was a rule and an important
one at that.

"I..." I started answering but soon became self-conscious about the
fact that my dress was still mostly raised to my waist. I raised my
hands and made a helpless gesture. Casey simply looked at me for a
second, squinting and pondering. He then walked back quickly and
grabbed the knife again and said in his usual authoritarian way "Hand
on the counter behind you! Do not touch me!" That last command he
barked more menacingly. He waited as I obeyed him and looked at him
fearful but calm.

He then proceeded to unbutton my dress and carefully, with only one
hand, deformed my top so my bra was fully exposed. He grabbed both
shoulder straps with his left hand and pulled them violently towards
him making my breasts jump. These were easy to cut by replacing his
finger with the knife. In one simple motion, the straps flew. He then
brought the front forward slightly as he slipped the knife underneath.

I did not watch what he was doing I just looked at him.

My breasts are large and full meeting in the middle making this whole
endeavor dangerous. As soon as Casey had sawed off a quarter of the
fabric between the large under wires he carefully took the knife out
and placed it back on the counter. He looked at me, smiling and kissed
me. He grabbed both under wires from underneath and swiftly pulled
them apart. The whole motion startled me. As soon as the fabric gave
way, loudly, I heaved forward landing on him.

"There you go" he said as he slipped the bra out. I noticed that my
sweetheart seemed pleased with himself. "You don't actually need a bra
either you know." I was still breathing heavy feeling a bit light
headed. Has Casey held me up with both hands around my ribcage I
became tickled and said: "That is because I have the habit of wearing
a bra." But Casey was already kissing my neck as he quickly re-
buttoned my shirt without looking. He then pulled my skirt back down
and stepped back appraising me.

I simply looked at the front of his pants smiling. I still had my
hands on the counter behind me. Casey immediately looked down thinking
that perhaps I had ruined his dress pants. Everything was fine but for
the noticeable erection.

"I am going to finish this so I can wash my hands and button this
dress properly." said I pointing to my ill-buttoned top. As I
attempted to turn around Casey grabbed me again. "I'm not hungry." he
said. "No! Please let me finish dinner, I'm hungry." I replied trying
to get away from Casey's grip. As Casey started lifting me, I became
even more agitated. "Please don't sit me on the counter, it'll ruin
everything." I knew I was in a predicament. While I wanted to prevent
him from ruining dinner (my plan), I knew that refusing him would just
get him even more wound up.

I tried the pleading look to which he replied "Alright you win, I will
not sit you on the counter. But you did say you were hungry!" I saw
Casey take a deep breath and lower his hands to my thighs. He once
again raised my dress. I again wondered what he was going to do. Casey
then grabbed both my wrists and held my wrists to each side of my
head. I replied with a squeak. "Squat!" again with the barking. Upon
realizing my sweetie was far from done with mey I started to heave,
closed my eyes and my lower lips started to shake. Casey simply
lowered me so my head was just below the edge of the counter. I just
closed my eyes. "Livia, look at me", he said in a softer tone. I
immediately looked up at him. I'm sure my mascara had started running,
so much for trying to look good. "Don't move" He let go of one of my
hands to undo his pants, stopped and started looking for something on
the counter then opened a drawer rummaging around. I was wondering
what he was looking for. He took out an egg cup, "This will have to
do." and placed it in my free hand. He immediately took out his cock
and pushed it into my mouth. All I could think of was that I have to
relax and breathe... when possible. Oh and hold on to that thing in my
hand else it's over! Casey knew exactly what he wanted, he simply
pushed his cock down my throat to see if I would accept it. When I
didn't gag or choke he took it out again. "Breathe..." And I did,
deeply, many time and looked at him waiting. And found myself thinking
about how gorgeous he looked instead of worrying about the predicament
I was in. After I took another deep breath he pushed himself inside of
me again until he found the exact place he liked where the entrance of
my throat stimulated the bulging tip of his cock. For a little while I
thought this was going to turn me into an even messier disaster but
for some reason I did not choke or gag. I was, however, running out of
air. A soon as he took his cock out again I took a deep loud breath
"You are so wonderful, I am almost done with you sweetie." As I was
breathing he pushed his leg against my pussy and rocked it gently back
and forth. But soon he simply shoved his cock back into my mouth and
continued to face fuck me. Not hard just steadily and for a moment I
relaxed and enjoyed it. Suddenly he got agitated and started coming.
"Oh, no!" I thought to myself, he was still in my throat. I was so
scared I would choke or vomit but I had nowhere to go and he was
holding on to both my wrists. I looked at him pleading and, soon, he
began to slowly take his cock out. But he took his time as he was
still coming. As soon as I could I swallowed and then took a deep
breath. I didn't choke, or cough. I was pleasantly surprised and quite
proud of myself but my knees were killing me. I looked at Casey with a
little smile, he helped me up again and smiled widely, kissed me. "I
was supposed to help you with something..." He offered. "Yes, but I
can't work anymore." I replied. Both my hand were cemented, my eyes
stung and my legs were tingly. "Wash your hand here, I am ACTUALLY
going to go change now and when I come back I am going to continue
this. Go and change too." I nodded my agreement.

I put the egg cup in the sink and just stood there wondering if he was
actually going to leave the room this time or come back for more. As
he turned around to leave the room he stopped by the door and picked
up a piece of chalk. On a chalkboard hung to the right of the kitchen
doorway he made a small vertical line. Again he looked at me
seriously. "This is for being late with dinner!" As he made another
small vertical line he said "This is for wearing panties in the
house!" He crossed four lines, looked at me and said "and this is for
putting your pussy juices all over my dress pant leg."

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This story is fiction and remains the property of Livia Claudian
(liviaclaudian@gmail.com) Fetlife:LiviaC

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