SOLD TO MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER (III)

She shut her eyes briefly, mustering her nerve. When they fluttered open, Mr. Stone remained perched on the bed, eyes fixed on her, that faint yet somehow daunting grin curving his mouth. Her knees wobbled as she inched ahead. Mr. Stone's grin widened, and her breath hitched. It was like stepping toward a sheer drop, bracing for the plunge, but Riley pressed on until she stood directly before Mr. Stone. Her heartbeat thundered loud in her ears.

She drew a sharp breath as he slid his hand right between her thighs, gaze locked on her features while his fingers traced along her full, untouched pussy lips. Overwhelmed by the victorious gleam in his eyes upon discovering her drenched state, Riley squeezed her eyes shut and trembled as his fingers located the opening to her core.

"Please..."

"Please what?" he asked, one long finger easing into her and drawing a gasp.

She buried her face in her palms, helpless against the soft moan escaping her lips. "Please... this is so embarrassing... can't you just do it?"

Mr. Stone laughed, the tone so shadowed and full-bodied it sent a shiver racing over her as she peeked out from between her fingers. She had no clue her hesitation, her bashfulness, the pure naivete in her plea only fueled his desire further. All that registered was how she'd never pictured her best friend's DAD as the guy in this room, slipping his hand into her thighs to probe her untouched form with a finger, readying her for something far more invasive.

"Oh sweetheart... I'm not just going to DO anything. That's what a boy with no control over his hormones does, and you wanted a man."

Though he sensed he teetered on the brink of his own restraint. He aimed to deliver for her, yet his frame burned to simply pin her to the sheets, part those pale smooth thighs, and drive into the dripping warmth his finger now explored.

Only one fix for that, and it drew a wicked smile from him. He withdrew his finger from her tender folds with a slick pop, then lifted it to his lips, eyes on the flush creeping over her cheeks as he savored her essence.

Riley had never witnessed anything quite so gross and arousing all at once. His finger gleamed slick with her arousal, but he lapped at it like some gourmet treat. Then he drew it free with a smack and tugged at his belt, popping open his fly.

She gulped hard, aware this was her first real glimpse of the cock destined to claim her innocence.

"Oh god..." The words burst out unbidden as his erection sprang free, lengthy and girthy, rigid beyond belief with a bruised tip already leaking precum. And THAT was meant to slide inside her? Circumstances aside, she swore it dwarfed every other dick she'd glimpsed.

"On your knees Riley."

A voice inside howled she ought to object, that this strayed beyond the deal, but under Mr. Stone's piercing stare she sank to her knees before him. With legs that unsteady, it came almost too naturally.

"I don't want to hurt you, I'm going to make this good for you," he said, weaving his fingers through her hair and guiding her hesitant lips toward his cock's crown. "But I need you to take the edge off first, otherwise I'm liable to take you too fast and too hard."

The young beauty moaned at his words, parting to let the head of his cock slip past her soft pink lips. Riley gazed up at him with wide blue eyes, caught between nerves and raw arousal, the bulbous tip already filling her mouth. On reflex she swirled her tongue over it, sampling the briny precum, laving the silken cap like a melting cone.

He tasted of brine and earth and pure man, and she barely had time to settle into it before his grip tugged her steadily lower, feeding more of his cock past her lips. This wasn't her debut at blowing someone, but it marked the first where control slipped from her grasp. Usually, going down empowered her, all womanly sway. Here, she felt womanly and achingly exposed in ways she'd never known.

Mr. Stone gripped her head steady and bucked his hips up each time he pressed her down onto him. She clutched the root of his cock to stave off gags as he fucked her mouth. Because that's precisely what it was, a mouth-fuck. Rough edges, fierce pace, layers of shame stacking high...

And it left her burning hotter, slicker than a storm-soaked jungle.

Her frame pulsed with need, craving his touch anywhere beyond her scalp. That void between her legs screamed empty sans his probing finger, her inner thighs growing glossy as she squeezed them in futile chase of relief. With each bob of her head her breasts jiggled, stiff nipples begging friction. Touching herself tempted fierce, though the added disgrace to her ego? Unthinkable.

The sudden gush of thick cream caught her flat-footed as he jammed her down till her lips kissed her knuckles, his cock jerking deep in her throat. She mewled and twisted, straining back as the warm flood hit her tongue and she gulped it down frantic. A first for her, but choke or swallow were the choices. His tip lodged too far for spitting; it jetted straight down her gullet into her stomach.

At last he let go, and she reared up coughing, rage boiling.

"That wasn't part of the agreement!" She glared at him. "I'm done here!"

He just laughed. "Not if you want the money you're not." He chuckled, putting one finger under her chin and tipping her head up to look directly into his eyes. The hot flame in his gaze made her shiver. "Besides, if you really didn't want to do this you wouldn't still be here on your knees in front of me. You like this. You could have walked out of this room at any time, I know you don't actually need the money, but you're still here on your knees with my cum in your belly and a sopping wet pussy that's just aching for its first cock. Isn't it?"

Red and white splotches covered her face as she flushed and paled, wanting to deny his words but knowing that all he would need to do is look at the evidence coating her thighs to know the truth. The taste of him was filling her mouth and even though it made her slightly nauseous it also turned her on.

Studying her expression, Mr. Stone smiled. "You can leave if you want to, Riley. No one's forcing you to stay. You can go back to your regular life, go out with some nice guy and eventually let him pop your cherry after a safe number of dates. Or you can get your sweet ass up on the bed and let me find out what a virgin's pussy tastes like before I fuck it."