Comforted By My Ex’s Dad Pt 2

~ Alisson

Brent ushered me into one of the private rooms in the house, his demeanor still stoic and brooding.

“Tell me what happened?”

“I went looking for him and I heard sounds in the den,” my voice catches and I want to smack my face, why now?

“I’m done with him, I'm done!”

Brent doesn't seem phased by my little outburst. ‘’Vodka?’’

I nod, ‘’ I could use ten but one is a decent pace to start.’’

I expected him to support his son or at least, order a cab for me but he doesn't.

Most people would, especially when it involves their child but that's the thing, Brent isn't most people.

I don't know what to do with my hands as I watch him mix the drinks, my dress is barely long enough to cover my thigh highs and I suddenly regret being dressed in just a garter belt and a skimpy gown.

Whilst Ron hand-picked this dress the only person I thought of while in it was his father.

And now I'm here he's barely glanced at me even once.

If I want my revenge on Ron then I have to find a way to seduce his father.

He finishes with the drink and I gather what is left of my dignity and close the distance between us, sliding between him and the counter to reach for the glass. And just like that my ass is pressed against his hips.

“Thank you,” I say over my shoulder.

He inhales sharply but doesn't step away. “What are you trying to do, Alisson?”

His lack of fight gives me a little more courage to carry on with my plan, I sip my drink and lean over the counter to meet his gaze.

“I have a question.”

“Go on.”

“Last Christmas, when Ron had to go get the remaining presents for the kids I took a dip in the jacuzzi.” I can barely catch my breath as I speak. “I thought no one was around so I didn't bother with a suit.”

“That’s not a question, Alisson.” He still hasn't moved either to press against me or move away.

He was right, there was no question to ask nothing to even discuss, especially in this situation.

I lick my lips. “With the idea of being your house even if you weren't home, I shamelessly began to touch myself and somehow that made it hotter.”

My words make his breathing even harder now and he reaches around caging me at the counter.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I am not telling anything you aren't already aware of,” I whisper. “You were at the door. I saw you watch me as I came on my fingers with your name on my lips.”

There was no use hiding it now—my need for my ex’s father so I continued, “When I started I didn't know you were watching me, but once I knew I wanted more. I wanted you to replace my fingers and I wanted nothing more than to have your cock deep inside me.”

I had never admitted all of this to myself but right now there was nothing to hide.

He pulls away and exhales harshly. “Alisson, you must have been mistaken.”

“I was?” I’m shaking like a leaf, unable to keep my eyes trained on him.

“You were my son’s girlfriend until a couple of minutes ago, let us say by chance I did come home and find you in that state, as you finger fucked that pretty little pussy of yours, I’d be a fucking bastard to have watched the entire thing and fucked my hand to it.”

“I’m not with Ron anymore.”

“Does he know?”

“I suppose?”

He shakes his head slowly. “You could have easily walked out of the house, but you came straight to me. How long have you been plotting this?”

I paused. I really didn't want to talk about how long I had thought about seducing him but the sheer closeness of him makes my mouth speak without any thought.

“Three months… Ron came home one night and I smelled a woman's perfume. I didn't think much about it then but late nights, lipstick stains and new passwords on his phone daily. I didn't have any proof but now I do. It sets my plan into motion.”

He curses under his breath. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” It wasn't a lie, the last three months I spent crying, hating myself and my looks and now I know she's my best friend, I'm not sorry I will be using his father's cock to ease my pain.

I lift myself to the counter, putting us at nearly the same height. The move has the skirt of my dress rising dangerously, flashing my garters.

Brent looks down and goes completely still, “If I push your gown up am I going to find you shaven pussy?”

“Why don't you find yourself?”

“You’re such a dirty little girl, aren't you?” He snaps the garter, the sting making me jump out of my skin.

“I must be a selfish bastard to take advantage of you when you're like this.” But he's looking at me in the way I have always fantasised about, like there are a million things he wants to do with my body and is unsure of where to start.

“We both want this, don't we?” I press further, “Why not get it over with?”

He moves his hands to my thigh and grips the fabric of my dress, pulling it tight against my body. “I could think of a mountain of reasons. One being your relationship with my son.”

“In the past.”

“Youre young enough to be my daughter.”

I watch the dress hitch up with every pull of his hand, showing more and more of my skin. It makes me excited.

“Should I call you Daddy, then?”

He stops moving, releasing my dress and the fabric falls back to cover my body. My stomach dips in disappointment but he's not moving away from me. His hands ghost around the curve of my breast before he grips my chin.

“Is that what you want? You want to call me Daddy while I bring all your dirty little sick desires you've dreamt about?” He grabs the back of my head, forcing me to look into his eyes and he dips two fingers in and out of my mouth like it was his cock.

I watch him with wide eyes, needing more than just his fingers. His hands leave my hair and clasp around my neck nearly choking me.

Brent leans down and holds my gaze as his fingers continue to go deeper into my mouth. “I bet your dripping down there right now, waiting for my fingers to fuck the shit out of that dirty hungry cunt of yours. You want to scream daddy while I bend you over this fucking counter and eat your cunt until you come, right?”

Fuck, this is all too much for me. I can't catch my breath, I nearly gag but he doesn't give me any relief.

“Okay princess. Ready to ride daddy’s cock?”