Paytos

Author's Note: Hoooooo boy. What started as a slip-up in a conversation by CandyCaner has turned into something so much more. She mentioned it on tumblr and Ikkichi and I just freaking ran with it. It became jokes, pictures, and now this 3,500 word porny story. *sighs*

Sorry I haven't updated The Stranger. I haven't been very happy lately due to some weird circumstances at home and I wrote this story to become happy since it's fluffy. The next chapter of the stranger is not going to to be very happy at all, unfortunately. Let me know what you think though!

Away we go!

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I walked into our home through the door that connected the garage to the inside of the house. It led straight into the laundry room so I hung my keys up on the key rack we had installed and shucked off my scrubs, revealing my wife-beater and tight gym shorts underneath.

Hey, I liked to be comfortable while scrubbing peoples’ gums and drilling into their teeth.

I placed my scrubs in their special laundry bin and set my purse down on the floor. It would, more than likely, be safe there.

Once I opened the door that closed off the laundry room, the bunny we had adopted hopped on over to me happily, grunting along the way. She was such a cutie pie.

“Well, hey there Commander! How have you been today?” I crouched down to pet her and cooed at her like she was our little baby. We had named her Commander Bun-Bun of the Special Third Strike Guard.

We called her Commander or Bun-Bun for short.

We sort of regretted the name, as we had both been meeting our ‘Aunt Flow’s’ at the time and we were kind of moody, but we found it funny in the end.

When Commander got tired of me petting her, she ran off to go do her important bunny things, such as chewing the electrical wires, or hiding in places that we had to use lube to get her out of.

I pulled my dark hair out of its bun and let it fall down to my waist. I rubbed the top of my skull, where the knot had been, and moaned at the mini massage I was giving myself. Having my hair up always gave me a headache.

I made my way to our bedroom and put my shoes away, keeping my socks on to walk around in. I walked into the bathroom and washed my hands. I would have to prepare dinner soon, and I didn’t want the thought of other peoples’ spit getting into my dinner.

Ugh. I shivered in disgust. I had a thing about hygiene.

“Cass! You here?” I knew she was as I had seen her car in the garage, but I always asked. Kind of a ritual for us.

She literally slides into view –Tom Cruise, Risky Business style -and she has that smile on her face. That devastatingly beautiful smile on her cute, round face.

The dimple in the middle of her chin twitched as she smiled larger. I always felt like a love-sick teenager around her, even though we had been together for almost 10 years.

She was wearing mid-calf white socks which had facilitated her slide, a pair of tight shorts (yum), a white button down shirt, which only had the mid three buttons done, and, from what I could see peeking through the white shirt, and black lacy bra that pushed her breasts up quite well. I smirked at her and I began to feel myself dampening.

Maybe dinner could wait tonight.

She stood up straight and bit her lip.

“I made dinner tonight!”

Okay, never mind about that then.

“Really? What did you make?” I walked closer to her, coming within arm’s reach.

“Roast beef, peas and paytos.”

It sounded like a nice din-

Wait…

Paytos?

“Paytos?”

She nodded, causing the glasses resting on her face to slide down a bit. She pushed them back up the bridge of her nose and stared at me.

Was… was I supposed to know what paytos were?

Was an innuendo of some sort?

…

Was it an innuendo for table sex? Ooh! Or even shower sex? I loved shower sex. It was a combination of my three greatest loves: her, sex, and hygiene.

“What is a payto, darling?” I asked cautiously, not wanting to get scolded for letting my mind jump straight to sex again.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, letting her arms wave around dramatically.

“You know! Paytos!” She walked off and I followed her closely, wanting to see if these things were real, or if she was having a schizophrenic outburst of some sort.

We walked into our well stocked kitchen and I smelt a wonderful aroma coming from the oven. She pulled on the oven mitts, which looked like cats, and she opened the door to the oven.

She pulled out a baking sheet and showed it to me.

“Paytos.”

They were hand cut and well seasoned potato wedges.

…

How in the hell had she gone from ‘potato wedges’ to paytos?

“You do know that that’s what normal people call potato wedges, right Cass?” She put the baking sheet back into the oven and smiled at me, cocking her hip and leaning over the counter.

I got a fantastic view down her shirt at this angle.

“Yes, Laura, I do. I accidently typed in paytos on the search engine, though, when I was looking up recipes for dinner tonight. This came up, it sounded scrumptious, and thus, paytos were born.” She grinned up at me and giggled a little bit.

I smiled back. Funny woman.

“How much longer until they’re done, darling?”

“Not too much longer.” I smirked and grabbed her hand, leading her into the living room.

It was a very romantic room, complete with fireplace, recliners, a wine case, and cherry wood bookshelves. I reopened one of our favorite bottles of wine, filled two glasses for us and gave her one. I moved to sit in one of the recliners and I pat my lap.

“I got a nice, warm seat for you, if you’re interested.” She smiled and straddled my lap.

I lifted my glass to her lips and tilted it. She drank slowly and carefully, but some still slid out the side of her mouth, making its way slowly down her jaw.

I caught the droplet of wine with my tongue and traced it back to its source once I had pulled the glass from her lips. She groaned softly and I kissed her. I let my tongue lightly explore her mouth, faintly tasting the wine on her lips. As I pulled away, I bit her lip and tugged a bit. That always drove her wild.

She gasped softly and settled her groin flush to mine, trying to gain as much contact as possible. She bucked slightly and kissed me. I let her lead this kiss.

When we broke away this time, she took a sip from her wine and I followed suit. I took her glass form her and set it down on the table next to the recliner. I settled my hands on her waist and gently dipped my fingers underneath the waistband of her shorts.

I smirked when I noticed that she wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Were you planning something else tonight, my love?” I whispered into her ear. She blushed and shyly smiled, nodding slowly. I took off her glasses and set them on the table.

I kissed her again, a moan making its way from my throat. She turned me on with her cute blushes and her soft smiles. I was damp, and ready to please her in any way she needed it.

I moved off her lips and kissed her dimpled chin, up her jaw, and all the way back to her ear where I nibbled lightly on her earlobe and she moaned again. Another spark of desire shot through my body.

God, I wanted her right then.

I unbuttoned her shirt and slid it down her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. The black lacy bra underneath was a thin scrap of fabric that almost didn’t count as a bra. She bucked her hips against me again in a silent plea for more. I chuckled and obeyed.

I kissed along the edges of the bra, letting my tongue taste the mounds of gorgeous flesh she had trapped under lace and satin. I moved my lips up to the straps of the bra and pulled them down her shoulders. I kissed the deep, red lines the straps had left in her skin after a long day of supporting her chest.

She sighed and let her head fall back and she clutched onto my shoulders as I continued to cover her chest with my kisses.

“Don’t stop Laura.”

I didn’t intend to.

I reached back to undo the hook-and-eyes keeping her bra closed in the back when it happened.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

We both jumped at the sound of the fire alarm and a burning smell wafted in the room.

“Fuck!” she grabbed her shirt and pulled it on, running into the other room. I groaned, frustrated, and ran to go get the fire extinguisher and the step ladder to turn off that damn alarm.

When I arrived in the kitchen with both items, I saw that I didn’t need the extinguisher and just used the stepladder to turn off the fire alarm before the neighbors got annoyed.

I saw Cass standing at the sink. The water was running and pouring on something. Smoke was curling up from that something to the window above the sink that she had opened.

She looked pissed and like she had been kicked in the gut at the same time.

I stepped up behind her and looked into the sink.

Dinner had burnt. It was a mass of charred crisps. The water pouring all over made it look even less appetizing.

I heard a sniff.

Oh god, please don’t let her cry. I hate when she cries.

I hugged her from behind, tightly.

“Don’t worry honey. These things happen. We’ll just order something tonight.” She sniffed again, turned off the water and turned to look at me. My gut wrenched at the tears running down her face.

“No, it’s not alright! I wanted to surprise you with dinner! You always cook and clean and work and fuck me senseless and do everything around here! I just wanted to surprise you with something! I can’t even make fucking paytos.” She tearfully mumbled for a while longer and I tried to stifle my laughter at the paytos part. She really was upset and laughing would not make it better. Not one bit.

She had kept whining about how she was a failure, and that she was no good for me when I finally got sick of it.

“Cass!”

She jumped a bit and wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. She sniffled and hiccupped.

“What?” I laid my hands on her neck, curling my fingers into the hair at the base of her skull, and rested my forehead against hers.

“It’s okay, babe. I love that you did this for me. You’re amazing! It takes a lot of practice to learn how to cook. Did you know that I once set a pot of water on fire? True story.”

She giggled and I laughed lightly, happy to see that she was getting cheered up. I pecked her on the lips and looked her in the eyes.

“I’m so happy that you made me paytos, and one day, maybe we could make a huge batch of paytos together, but for now, I think we should just throw all this away and order pizza. How does that sound?” I smiled at her and she bit her lip.

“Okay, but can that wait for a while?” I scrunched my face in confusion.

“Why, Cass?” She smirked and wrapped her arms around my neck, bringing her hips flush to mine.

“I want you to finish what we started…” she trailed off and leaned forward to suck on my pulse point. I moaned and nodded.

“Uh-huh.” I grabbed her thighs, picked her up, and wrapped her legs around my hips. She squealed in surprise and giggled. I walked us down the hallway and into our bedroom.

I gently set her legs back down on the floor and ran my fingers through her beautiful hair. Her eyes were only slightly off-focus because of the lack of glasses, but she had memorized my body by now.

“I love you Cass, you know that?”

“Mm-hmm.” She answered me lazily. She grabbed the bottom of my tank top and pulled it up and off of me. I reciprocated, pushing the un-buttoned shirt down her shoulders,

I leaned down and kissed her again. God, I loved kissing this woman. Her taste, feel, and sweet, amazing sounds just drove me up the wall with excitement. I ran my hands down her body gently and reached for the waistband of her shorts, pushing them down.

She broke off the kiss and stepped out of the leg holes. She then pulled my sports bra over my head and tossed it over her shoulder somewhere.

I had been walking her backwards slowly, during this time, and the bed had finally hit the back of her thighs. We got on and I nudged her into the position I wanted her. She put some pillows behind her to support herself in a somewhat sitting position.

I cupped the clothed breasts and mouthed her nipples through the bra, leaving a large wet spot on the fabric. Her head fell back slowly and her breathing got heaver. Sharper.

I reached behind her and finally unhooked the damn thing. I slid it off her arms slowly and watched, mesmerized, as her breasts came into view. I licked my lips and reached for her after tossing the bra somewhere.

I cupped them softly, feeling the familiar weight in my hands. She made soft noises in her throat and her hooded eyes stared me down. Running my thumbs over her nipples, I watched as they slowly hardened into peaks. I smirked and dove in.

I sucked the nipple into my mouth gently as she was a bit too sensitive in this area. I lightly ran my tongue over the peak and circled the areola. Her breath hitched and she thrust her hips up to mine. I slowly let it go and blew on the wet flesh. Her skin dimpled slightly in reaction and she whined in the back of her throat. I smiled and gave that breast a soft, open mouthed kiss before moving on to the next one.

I repeated my actions and got even more enthusiastic responses.

I pulled back, kneeled between her legs, and just looked at her.

She was just so gorgeous. Her hand was tangled in her chestnut hair, tugging in frustration, and her cheeks had a beautiful flush to them that was slowly creeping down her neck. She was gasping for breath and she was staring hungrily at my body. She licked her lips and I groaned in response.

I crawled backwards and spread her legs to accommodate my body between them. I kissed my way down her body, slowly. When I got to the flare of her hips I kissed the widest part of each hip and bit lightly, making her thrust up and moan. I chuckled and moved down her well-groomed mound.

Her vulva was soaked. The lips had swollen and her clit was peeking out of the hood in anticipation. I grinned like a predator and licked each lip, and she groaned. Her legs began to clamp shut around my head but I forced them back open and held them down with a steel grip.

“Not tonight my darling. We do things my way tonight.” She whined in frustration and gripped my hair tighter in retaliation. I just laughed.

I licked up and down her vulva, teasingly poking my tongue into her hole and flicking her clit with the lightest of touches. She was just about ready to rip my hair out.

“You better fuckin’ do something down there Laura.” Her voice was wavering and I glanced up at her from between her legs.

She looked dazzling when she was pissed and aroused. That was the only reason I ever did things like this. Well that and to tease the fuck out of her.

I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked, flicking my tongue over it slowly and circling it gently. She moaned, arched her back, and bucked her hips all in one movement. I chuckled, sending vibrations against the sensitive nub, causing her to do it all over again.

I reached my hand down and pushed down my shorts with one hand. I was only able to get it to the middle of my thighs, but it didn’t matter. I rubbed myself through my panties as I sucked and pleased Cass. My other hand reached for one of her own and I twined our fingers together.

I finally left her clit and moved down, thrusting my tongue into her. I curved it upwards, stroking the sensitive walls as best as I could. She gasped and gripped my hand tighter. Her breath came out in sharp huffs.

Her hips were thrusting against me, trying to get the most out of the pleasure she was receiving. I chuckled and fucked her with my tongue, delighting in the wetness that seeped out of her and the loud groans and gasps she was emitting.

I finally moved away and got back up on my knees. She nearly screamed in frustration and glared at me with the heat of a thousand suns. I grinned at her and pushed my shorts and panties off, throwing them in the same direction as the bra.

I crawled up her body and straddled one of her legs. I laid my soaking wet pussy against her hip, pressing my thigh into her vulva. I took the leg I wasn’t straddling into the crook of my arm and thrust against the soft surface of her hip. She thrust up against my leg and we began a slow rhythm.

As we thrust against one another I leaned down and took her lips into my own, swallowing the moans she let out.

Cass ran her nails down my back, no doubt leaving long, red streaks in their wake. She grabbed my rear and pulled me towards her harder, wanting more.

We moved faster and I pulled out of the kiss, leaving my lips close enough to brush against her with every thrust of my body.

We ground our groins against one another harder, and I let out a long groan to accompany the high pitched wail she was letting out. I let my other hand lovingly stroke her cheek and I kissed her again.

Her body soon began to convulse and broken moans were escaping her throat. I pulled back and frantically rubbed her clit. She wailed. Her face scrunched and her head slammed itself back into the pillows and she thrust against my leg and hand harder.

Her body finally stilled in a tense arch. She let out a chuff of air and finally she collapsed back down to the bed with a loud exhale.

As she slowly caught her breath I reached down and rubbed myself. I was running my eyes up and down her spent body and reveling in the fact that I had caused this beautiful woman so much pleasure. I brought my other hand down and thrust three fingers into myself.

She soon opened her eyes and saw what I was doing. She pulled her other leg up and put it between mine. Then she shuffled down, between my legs, until her face was below my slit. She took my fingers out of me and replaced them with three of her own.

I gasped and moved both hands away and gripped the headboard so hard my knuckles were white.

She sucked on my clit and I let out a long wavering moan.

“Oh god, Cass. Right there… So… Fuck… there!”

I was so damn close.

My stomach was trembling, my thighs were quivering, and sweat was dripping off my brow. I rocked my hips into her mouth and she thrust her fingers in fast.

With one last suck, I was gone.

I damn near screamed, I was so loud. I think the bunny got scared and ran outside.

My body arched and I shook with the power of my orgasm running through my body like an intense, hot wave of pure pleasure.

I don’t know how long I stayed like that.

By the time I had come down from my high enough to lie down Cass had already readjusted the pillows and lay down on the bed. I opened my arms and she cuddled right into them.

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We made another batch of paytos that weekend.