HOT DADDY, I'M ALL YOURS

~Lilian~

I watched Sonia jump in her red sports car dressed in a blue bum short, and a linen scarf barely holding her jiggly b***s in place.

So much for visiting a sick friend, I shook my head.

When I was sure she had driven out of the gates, I stood up, ready to carry on with my plans.

I was hot, and boiling with desire.

It was late evening.

As I stepped in the living room, a crippling chill washed over me, the sole of my feet absorbing the cold of the luxury square tiles.

The house was quiet, except for a slow Christmas tune that rumbled lightly out of the speakers.

My heart was racing.

My hardened nipples crashed against the fabric of my sponge Bob branded T-shirt as I moved past the giant chandelier, towards the stairs.

My p***y fluttered in anticipation.

It couldn't stand the hunger of wanting to be ravished no more.

Wanting to be ravished, not by Scott, the most unattractive boy in my class that wouldn't stop spamming me sick pictures of his fat d**k.

Not even by that perv blonde hockey captain the whole school thought was hot. Sonia even trolled me for days, for telling him off when he grabbed my ass in public without my consent.

More than I wanted to wake up to the jingle bells of Christmas morning, I wanted to be ruined, messed up, f****d like a dirty needy w***e, again and again, by my best friend's dad.

I was standing a few inches away from his door now.

My gaze was steady as I looked on.

My legs wobbled inside my thick joggers pants like they were screwed on loosely.

It was dark.

I mean the passage leading to his room from the last stair.

A step away from the looming darkness that dared me to carry on with my dirty plan to seduce hot daddy, the final chance to get my head straight, I could see that his door was slightly ajar.

My heart skipped one beat, but my body was already his to ruin, so, my fears didn't stand a chance.

Walking through the dark passage was like finally giving in to the ruins of my own desire.

Body and soul.

No turning back.

Peering closely through the door, my eyes adjusted slowly to the blue lights that illuminated every visible corner of the room until they fell on him.

The shock snuck every breath out of my lungs.

My heart holed through to my stomach.

The adrenaline rush was too intense, I had to claw my toes hard onto the cold floor to keep my balance.

My p***y fluttered rapidly between my legs as my delusion feasted on his bare upper body.

It was bold, perfectly worked out, better than the best of what I had imagined.

Sweat? Water? 

I wasn't sure, but his skin was damp and dripping.

His hair, a perfect mess of black and grey strands gave a mesmerizing frame to that perfect face.

He was just standing there with literally nothing on, but a small black boxers that looked blue from the effect of the light.

His d**k massed heavily in front, stretching the fabric of his boxers. 

His balls pooled on one side, fat, filled.

For a second, I wondered how glorious the sight of watching his members blossom fully in the free, out of that piece of fabric, would look like.

Heaven.

Maybe hell.

The kind I wouldn't mind getting locked up in.

Maybe I thought I was still in the safe of my dreams, but it wasn't until he turned, and our eyes met I realized I had been drooling like a starved imbecile w***e.

Our eyes met.

His gaze was stern.

It screamed "How dare you?"

That was never how I had planned for it to happen.

But I was too late to duck.

An electrifying pain rang through my skull mercilessly. 

I peeled my eyes shut tightly like it was remedy for the splitting pain battering my skull.

Then, darkness.

I woke up to the weight of a shadow bent over me.

It was huge, overpowering, familiar.

Same bare body that dripped temptation.

Same man that had weakened every cell of reasoning I had.

Hot daddy.

I was sprawled on his bed n***d, with only a duvet over me.

My cheeks flushed pink under his large palm as he continued to rub on gently.

"How did...," I meant to speak, but was cut short by his index finger pressing down on my lips.

That single act, as simple as it was, made my brain wild with desire.

His stare was no longer stern.

It was heavy with want.

His gaze held mine for exactly five seconds before our emotions broke loose.

At the same time, we impatiently yanked off the duvet from between us, causing our bare bodies to crash.

My n*****s formed thick crystal balls against his hairy chest.

My p***y was trembling crazy as the weight of his balls, still secured in his briefs came down on it.

He slammed his chest more into mine, moving rhythmically in a way that massaged my b***s on my chest like kneading a dough on a board.

That was more than a clear invitation.

My upper body was pinned under his weight, so I used my toes instead.

Gripping the waistline on his briefs with the toes of both my legs, I slide them off him in one move.

And his members came full against mine.

His d**k rested its full length and weight, warm against my abdomen, and his balls dangled swollen around my p***y.

I clamped my legs around his waist like a vice, and tried to pull him more into myself.

He didn't bulge, but he lifted his weight off my chest.

I didn't expect him to grab my hand off the bed to his d**k.

One hand propping his weight up from me, the other guided mine as it stroked his full length.

Slowly at first, from the base to the cap.

It was full, whole, veiny, matured.

Like it belonged inside of me.

Faster.

I went faster, pushing his hand away from mine.

We didn't need lubrication.

His skin was glossed with pre in no time, and more continued to trickle down the tip of his cap.

Even I was surprised at my own expertise.

It came so naturally, like eating to an overdue hunger.

Stroking.

More stroking.

My hand was f*****g wet and slimy.

My legs still clamped around his waist like he would disappear if I let go.

My back raised to an angle, enough to reach his length and stroke, my neck cramped from the posture, but who cares?

I was near orgasm, and more than anything else, reaching that hot point mattered the most.

I released him, and he jerked hard, a spatter of c*m landing against my exposed p***y.

F**k!

Oh my f*****g goodness!

I could feel my body, soul and p***y absorbing the goodness.

A momentary glance at my c*m glazed palm, at the slime that formed thin lines between my fingers, I went down on my p***y with it.

I was dripping wet.

The sharp scent of his c*m mixed with mine drifted through my senses, making my breath catch.

I rubbed faster, getting soaked up the more.

At this point, I didn't know if it was the one jerking uncontrollably, or if it was him.

Then, he suddenly rolled off me, and in that instance, my eyes caught the tattoo on his back.

It ran from him neck down his spine, just like the one on the man that I saw eat up Sonia's p***y at the club.

No way.

Then, I woke up.