All Novel Sweet
7
Daddy Satiates the Horny Housewife & Her Twins
Kristen was a shy and quiet girl with one naughty imagination.
And she was having so much fun writing dirty stories in the new diary that she found at the Dollar Store. She penned her wild imagination about what the people in her life actually did when she wasn’t around. Her first story involved her parents, imagining that her mother made porn and didn’t shoot indie films. But now she wanted to write a story solely about her dad.
He sold knives door to door for a company called Sharp Cut, who had the best kitchen knives on the market. Restaurant quality. And that inspired Kristen.
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Everyone thinks my daddy is a great guy. A stand-up guy who would never cheat on my mom. They love each other. Why would Daddy cheat on her? But most of them don’t know his real job. They all think he sells knives. That he works for Sharp Cut. But I know the truth.
He really works for Tart Sluts. It’s a company that sells dildos. “Marital aids.” Naughty toys for bored housewives who need something to get them through the day while their husbands are at work making the money. He’s very good at his job. The best salesman at the company for seven years running.
Because he is good at seducing the panties off those bored housewives. He makes sure that they know how to use those toys.
Today, my daddy is walking up to the front door that belongs to Karen Holiday. A mother of two, she’s about to have the most amazing afternoon of her life.
It all starts when Daddy knocks on the door.
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Keith Miller
I enjoyed being a salesman. There was a skill to it. Going door to door, getting people to buy my product-the best kitchen knives in the world-was a challenge. It was a game, and I played to win. Mostly, it was bored housewives that I dealt with. Did they need these knives?
No.
But with a little bit of flirting, it was easy. They were just starved for male attention, and I provided it to them. It was that simple. I loved the way their eyes would light up as I smiled at them, complemented them. Then I showed in the knives, demonstrating how sharp they were. And they were so happy to spend their husbands’ money.
I gripped my heavy case that was full of the knives that I would demonstrate. I marched up to the front door with confidence. I put on my winning smile and raise my hand. I liked to knock. A nice, confident rap on the door. Let the woman know that a man had arrived.
I knocked.
I shifted the case full of all the dildos I had for sale. And not just dildos. Vibrators. Anal beads. Clit rockets. Butt plugs. Ben wa balls. I had it all. My company, Tart Sluts, made the best “marital aids” on the market. No one had better than us, and the housewife that lived here was about to learn it.
The footsteps reached the door. I could tell they were a woman’s. The unmistakable sound of slippers on hardwood floors. She opened the door, her face lighting up as she saw me smiling at her. I knew I was handsome. My wife told me all the time. It was why she cast me to star in her pornos.
“My hello, young lady,” I said, my smile growing. “I was wondering if I could take a moment of your time to show you what naughty delights I have in my little case here.” I lifted it and tapped the side.
“Young lady?” the woman said, color blushing her cheeks. She was what my son would call a MILF. She was my age, a mature woman with a great figure and a gorgeous face. Her black hair fell to her shoulders, and the t-shirt she wore cupped her ample bosom. She had on a pair of yoga pants that hugged her sleek thighs, and I bet it made her ass look amazing. “Me?”
“You,” I said. “As young as my wife and just as pretty.”
“And does she know that you flirt with other women?” said the gorgeous housewife.
“Are you going to tell her?” I asked with a conspiratorial playfulness to my tone.
“My lips are sealed,” she said, using her left hand to run an imaginary zipper across her mouth. Her wedding ring flashed. “Just don’t tell my husband I sometimes flirt with other men.”
“That is a deal,” I said, nodding.
She stared at the case. Then she gasped. “Tart Sluts? Oh, my, just what are you selling, Mister…?”
“Miller. Keith Miller.” I took her left hand with my right. “And you?”
“Karen,” she answered. “Karen Holiday.”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
“Well, Mrs. Holiday, you’re going to want to enjoy what I have in here,” I said, grinning at her. “The best collection of marital aids that you’ll ever enjoy.”
She shuddered, her cheeks burning bright red. “Oh, my, really?”
“Way better than whatever little vibrator you have hiding in your underwear drawer,” I told her as I set the case down on the coffee table. “Trust me, what I have in here is going to make your body quiver.”
She moved towards me, staring down at the case. I snapped open the metal clasps. She shivered as I opened it up and revealed the assorted collection of toys I had here. Each one was held in black foam perfectly cut in shape for the toy. There was a surprising number of them held in it, and more than one layer of foam. I pulled out the top one. She gasped at the sight of the double-headed dildo that dominated much of the next layer.
“Oh, my, I don’t need something like that,” Mrs. Holiday said as I pulled out the next tray. The bottom one held the small stuff. Butt plugs. Clit rockets. And a nice set of ben wa balls.
“Well, there’s something in here you need, don’t you?” I said. “I know, you need the Silver Rocket.” I pulled out a sleek, anodized aluminum vibrator. It was polished to a mirror finish with a black base that twisted to turn it on. “This has the latest in vibrating technology. Its motor can produce variable speeds. It can get you going, or finish you off. You will be hurtling towards your climax using this.”
I twisted the base.
The toy hummed to life.
Her eyes widened at the sight of the silver shaft fuzzing to insubstantiality at the edges. The hum was electric. I could tell by how she quivered that she was intrigued. She licked her lips, her hips shifting from side to side. She wanted that in her.
“Okay, Mrs. Holiday, I just need you to strip naked,” I said. “How else can I demonstrate how amazing the Silver Rocket is?”
“Oh, yes, that makes sense,” the married woman said.
She pulled off the t-shirt she was wearing. I love the sight of her large breasts constrained in her cream-hued bra. Her tits jiggled as she carefully folded her top and set it on the couch. Then she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. My dick throbbed in my pants.
She slipped the straps off her shoulders and the cups fell away from her heavy tits. I groaned at those soft and big breasts quivering. Her nipples thrust hard and dark-red before her. They were such suckable nipples. The type I just wanted to chew on.