My Boyfriend's daddy

The thing is, I've never been a stranger to fucking older men.

There was this thing I had going with my boyfriends dad. It was a long time ago, and he's currently working outside the country, but we enjoyed a good fuck whenever he was around.

I didn't tell you, I was fucking Leonard's dad too?

Well, It started when I caught my Leonard's dad stroking his big, fat cock one night after game night at his.

Leonard had gone to bed early, blaming his exhaustion on his intense effort during the game. But I stayed up and snuck around his father’s house to get some water.

      When I crept by Mr. James's bedroom and heard the quiet grunts drifting out from the cracked door, I couldn’t stop myself from peeking into the room.

Ever since then, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him, had come over just to see him, had sunk into his bed when he had been out of town to touch myself.

      I had a problem.

      And he had one too. A big, fat, throbbing problem that I needed to take care of.

      I shifted in Leonard ’s bed to turn onto my side and stared at his closed door, my pussy salivating at the thought of me being in his father’s bed tonight. It wasn’t that I hated Leonard —I loved him—but I still couldn’t help thinking about there being more. Like I said previously, Leonard's useless in bed.

I couldn't stop thinking that they could be more to the boring sex I was getting. Like his father’s hands all over my body, his father’s face between my legs, or his father’s cock down my throat.

      After Leonard  fell asleep, I snuck out of his room and tiptoed down the hallway to the master bedroom three doors down. I stopped inches from the closed door, my hand closed around the knob and my pussy throbbing.

      All I wanted to do was sneak under the blankets with him, pull down his pants while he slept, and suck him off until he came down my throat. I wanted him inside of me so fucking badly that this was becoming a problem.

      Suddenly, someone shoved me against the door from behind, his hard body pressed flush against my backside and his warm breath fanning my neck. He curled his hand around the back of my neck. “Looking for me, Claire honey?”

      My breath caught in my throat, and I inhaled sharply, heart racing. “Yes.”

      Damn, I couldn’t stop myself. I … this is so wrong.

      “I know what you saw a few weeks ago,” he murmured into my ear, cock brushing against my ass and his other hand wrapped around my hip, long and large fingers stroking the front of my hip, getting closer and closer to my pussy.

“I want to see it again,” I whispered, pussy throbbing. “Please.”

“Is Leonard  not big enough for you? You want to watch his father jerk himself off?”

Fuck, this is so wrong.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about it, nor could I stop my pussy from aching. I chewed on the inside of my lip and whimpered softly, his hard cock pressed against Leonard ’s nightshirt that barely covered my ass.

“I do,” I whispered.

Mr. James paused for a long moment, letting out a slow and unsteady breath against my neck. Then, he reached in front of me and shoved his bedroom door open, pushing me into the room. I stumbled in and turned around, my legs hitting the bed.

      Dressed in a pair of pajama pants that left nothing to the imagination and a fitted white T-shirt, he closed the door and stalked in after me until he was inches from my body.

My nipples pressed hard against my  nightshirt, aching and begging to be touched, pulled, or tugged.

Before I could react, Mr. James twirled me around and bent me over the side of the bed, smacking my bare ass that had come out from underneath the short shirt. “Crawl up onto the bed. I want you on all fours.”

“But I want—”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair. “I don’t care what you want, Claire. Crawl up onto my bed, stick your ass up into the air, and stare into that mirror while I fuck you senseless—unless you want me to tell Leonard  how much his girlfriend wants his father’s cock.”

Heat warming my core, I crawled up onto the bed on all fours and stared into the mirror across from his bed. Mr. James crawled onto the bed behind me, the moonlight streaming into the room through the window and hitting the bulge in his pants.

My pussy tightened, and I fucking needed him to put it inside me.

“Please,” I begged.

Moving behind me, he wrapped his free hand around the front of my throat, tugging me off the bed slightly and slipping his other hand underneath my shirt, his fingers moving up my stomach until they reached one of my breasts.

I moaned softly, a wave of heat rushing to my core.

When he captured my nipple between his fingers, I arched my back harder and ground my pussy against his bulge, desperate for him to put it inside me already.

He grabbed one of my breasts, then dropped his other hand between my legs, shoving them between my sopping pussy lips, then into me.

 He shoved his fingers into me over and over, hitting my G-spot every time. I threw my head back and placed a hand over my mouth, the pressure building higher and higher in my core.

Wave after wave of pleasure shot through my body, my legs trembling.

Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, he held his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams, then dipped his head to whisper into my ear, “My son can’t make you come just by sticking his fingers into your sopping little cunt, can he?”

“No,” I whispered.

 With his fingers still sliding in and out of me, he rubbed my clit around in torturous circles with his thumb, his hot breath fanning my neck and making me clench. “I bet he doesn’t even get you this wet.”

      All I could hear were my choppy breaths and the wet sloppy sounds my pussy was making for him echoing throughout the room.

I tightened on him again and spread my legs wider to give him better access, feeling as if I was about to come again tonight.

 Wanting to touch him, I reached behind myself and grabbed his cock through his pants. “Please, let me suck you off. It’s the only thing that I’ve been thinking about for weeks now. I need it.”

      After rubbing my clit a couple more times until I moaned out into his hand once more, he released me and lay back on the bed, his back against the headboard.

Hungrily, I crawled down the bed and between his legs, taking his hard cock in my hand and slipping the head into my mouth, tongue swirling around the top.

      When it was wet, I slowly sank my head down upon it, taking it in my throat until I gagged. Lying flat on my stomach with my tits pressed against the bed and my legs swaying back and forth in the air, I bobbed my head up and down on him, letting the spit and drool run down my chin and throat.

“Fuck,” he grunted, holding my hair back in his hand and bobbing my head up and down with it. “Eyes up here, Claire. Let me see that pretty face of yours while you choke on my cock like that.”