DADDY'S SLEEPOVER SECRET 2

(Selena's pov)

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my tiny sleep shorts and pushed them down my hips along with my panties in one slow motion. The fabric slid over my ass and down my thighs until it pooled around my ankles. I stepped out of them feeling completely exposed standing there next to Mr. Callan's bed in nothing but my thin tank top. My breasts rose and fell quickly with each breath and I could already feel cool air hitting the wetness between my legs.

I kept my eyes on his face watching the way his expression changed as he looked directly at my bare pussy. His jaw tightened and his hand that had been on my thigh moved higher until his fingers brushed over my smooth mound.

"You are soaked Selena," he said in that low rough voice that sent another shiver through me. He ran two fingers along my outer lips spreading the slickness there without pushing inside yet. "Look at you dripping down your thighs just from standing in my room. How long have you been walking around my house like this thinking about my cock?"

I bit my lip hard trying to stay quiet. The words made my face burn with embarrassment but they also made my clit throb so strongly I had to shift my weight. "Since last summer," I admitted in a whisper. "Every time I come over I notice how you look at me and it makes me feel things I know I should not feel because of Sonia."

Mr. Callan let out a slow breath and slid one thick finger between my folds gathering my wetness before circling my clit lightly. The touch was so gentle compared to how intense his eyes were and it made my knees feel weak. I grabbed onto the edge of his bed to steady myself.

Guilt twisted in my stomach because Sonia was literally sleeping down the hall and here I was letting her father touch me like this. She trusted me. We had been best friends since we were kids and I was risking all of that for this forbidden pull I could not explain. At the same time the way his finger moved against me felt so good that I could not make myself tell him to stop.

He added a second finger and pressed them against my entrance without sliding in yet. "You know if she wakes up and finds you in here it will destroy her. She looks up to you. She calls you her sister. And you are standing here with your shorts around your ankles letting me play with this tight little pussy."

His words hit me like a slap. The guilt swelled bigger in my chest until it felt hard to breathe but my body reacted anyway. More wetness leaked out around his fingers and my hips pushed forward slightly seeking more pressure. I felt torn in two different directions. Part of me wanted to pull my shorts back up and run back to Sonia's room before anything else happened. The other part felt this deep aching need to let him do whatever he wanted because no one had ever made me feel this desired before.

"I know," I whispered. My voice cracked a little. "I feel terrible about it but I cannot stop thinking about you. I touch myself at night imagining it is your hands instead of mine."

Mr. Callan groaned softly and finally pushed both fingers inside me. The stretch felt so good after being empty and aching for so long that I had to press my face against his shoulder to muffle the moan that tried to escape. He pumped them slowly at first letting me adjust while his thumb found my clit and rubbed firm circles.

The pleasure built quickly mixing with the heavy guilt until the two feelings twisted together and made everything more intense. I could hear Sonia's faint snoring from down the hall through the cracked door and it made my heart race with fear even as my pussy clenched around his fingers.

He curled his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that made my thighs tremble. "You are so tight Selena. So fucking wet for your best friend's dad. Does it turn you on knowing how wrong this is?"

"Yes," I breathed against his neck. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes from the overwhelming mix of emotions. Shame at betraying Sonia. Excitement at finally being touched by the man I had fantasized about. Fear that we would get caught any second. I rocked my hips against his hand chasing the pleasure while trying to stay as quiet as possible. My tank top had ridden up and my bare breasts pressed against his chest. He used his free hand to squeeze one of them roughly pinching the nipple until I gasped.

We stayed like that for what felt like a long time. Him fingering me slowly and steadily while I tried not to make too much noise. Every time I got close to the edge he would slow down or pull back just enough to keep me there without letting me cum. It was torture in the best way. My legs shook and my breathing came in short gasps against his skin. The guilt kept hitting me in waves every time I thought about Sonia waking up and walking in but that same guilt somehow made the arousal sharper.

Mr. Callan finally pulled his fingers out and brought them to my mouth. I sucked them clean tasting myself on his skin while looking into his eyes. The act felt so dirty and intimate that fresh heat flooded between my legs. He watched me with dark hungry eyes then leaned in and kissed me for the first time. His mouth was firm and demanding. His tongue pushed past my lips claiming mine in a way that made my head spin. I kissed him back desperately gripping his shoulders as years of secret wanting poured out.

When he pulled back we were both breathing harder. His cock was fully hard now tenting the sheet obviously. He looked toward the door for a moment listening. The house was still quiet but the risk felt real and heavy between us.

"This cannot happen tonight," he said quietly even though his hand was still on my breast squeezing it possessively. "Not with her right down the hall. You need to go back to her room before either of us does something we cannot take back."

I nodded but I did not move right away. My body felt wound so tight I thought I might cry from the frustration. "I do not want to go back. I want to stay here with you."

He groaned and pulled me closer for another kiss. This one was rougher. His hand slid down to my ass squeezing hard enough to leave marks. "You are going to be the death of me Selena. Sneaking into my bed like this. But we have to be smart. Go back now. Tomorrow when Sonia goes to her morning yoga class you come find me. We will have the house to ourselves for a couple hours."

The promise sent a fresh wave of need through me. I kissed him one more time then reluctantly stepped back and pulled my shorts and panties up. My pussy felt swollen and aching as the fabric rubbed against it. I could feel how wet I still was and knew I would not be able to sleep like this. Mr. Callan watched me adjust my clothes with that same dark look in his eyes.

Before I reached the door he spoke again. "Selena."

I turned back to him.

"Leave your panties here. I want to keep them."

My face burned but I did what he said. I pushed my shorts down again and stepped out of the soaked panties handing them to him. He took them and brought them to his face inhaling deeply while looking straight at me. The sight made my knees weak all over again.

"Now go," he said. His voice was strained like it was taking everything in him not to pull me back into the bed.

I slipped out of his room quietly closing the door behind me. The hallway felt endless as I crept back toward Sonia's room. Every step made my bare pussy rub against the fabric of my shorts and reminded me of everything that had just happened. When I finally eased back into the sleeping bag Sonia was still asleep thankfully. She mumbled something and rolled over but did not wake up.

I lay there for a long time staring at the ceiling with my heart still racing. My body felt alive in a way it never had before but the guilt was starting to settle in heavier now that I was back beside her. She had no idea what I had just done with her father. The trust she had in both of us made my chest ache. At the same time I could not stop replaying every touch and every word from Mr. Callan. The way he had fingered me. The way he had kissed me. The promise of tomorrow when we would have more time.

Sleep eventually came but it was restless and filled with dreams of his hands on me. When morning light started filtering through the curtains I woke up before Sonia did. My pussy was still tender and wet from the night before. I could hear Mr. Callan moving around downstairs making coffee. The normal morning sounds of the house felt loaded now with everything that had changed between us.

Sonia stirred a little while later, yawning and stretching. "Morning. Did you sleep okay? I think I passed out during the movie."

I forced a smile even though my stomach was in knots. "Yeah I slept fine. Just woke up a little thirsty in the middle of the night." The lie tasted bitter but I could not tell her the truth.

We got up and went downstairs together. Mr. Callan was in the kitchen pouring coffee. He looked completely normal. Calm and put together in a button-down shirt like nothing had happened. But when his eyes met mine over Sonia's shoulder there was that same dark heat from last night. He handed me a mug of coffee and his fingers brushed mine deliberately.

"Sonia, are you still going to that yoga class this morning?" he asked casually while looking at me.

"Yeah I think so," she said through a yawn. "Selena, do you want to come with me?"

I hesitated. My mind raced with the memory of his promise. The house would be empty for a couple hours if she went. "I think I will stay here if that is okay. I did not sleep great so maybe I will nap a bit more."

Sonia shrugged. "Sure no problem. Dad keep you company."

Mr. Callan nodded like it was no big deal but I saw the way his hand tightened around his coffee mug. The tension between us felt thick enough to cut with a knife. Sonia finished her breakfast and went upstairs to get ready leaving us alone in the kitchen for a few minutes. He stepped closer immediately crowding me against the counter.

"You kept your panties like a good girl," he said quietly. His hand slid up my thigh under my shorts finding me bare and still wet. "I am going to fuck you properly the second she leaves. But first I want you to go upstairs and wait in my room. Take your shorts off and wait for me on the bed with your legs spread."

My breath caught. The conflict hit me hard again. Sonia was right upstairs getting ready. This was her house. Her father. But the need in my body and the way he looked at me made it impossible to say no. I nodded quickly and slipped away before she came back down.

I went to his bedroom and did exactly what he said. I took my shorts off and lay on his bed with my legs spread open feeling exposed and nervous and so turned on I could barely think straight. The sound of Sonia saying goodbye to her dad carried up the stairs and then the front door closed behind her.

Mr. Callan appeared in the doorway a moment later. His eyes darkened when he saw me waiting for him exactly like he had told me to. He closed the door and locked it. The click sounded loud in the quiet house.

"Now we have time," he said, walking toward the bed. "But I want to hear you say it first Selena. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you in your best friend's father's bed."