Dads Friend Sex Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Dad’s good at that. Keep your eyes open. I have little info on this guy, but if you have any type of security, my team will share information.” Her laugh rubbed my last nerve. “Daddy’s money strikes again. Must be nice not footing any bills. My current sex partner is a black belt in Taekwondo. I think she can handle it. If you need some pointers, I’m sure she’d be up for a threesome anytime you are.” More laughter followed this statement.

He throws a jab at my dad. Dad just nods his head. “It’s true.” He turns to Rik. “Your father and I weren’t exactly known for having a chaste dating history.” Anders scoffs. “I wouldn’t call what we were doing ‘dating’.” “True. So, do you know this story Rik?” Rik looks at his father before turning to mine. “No sir, I don’t believe I do.” Dad and Anders are having another one of their silent conversations, almost like they are reliving the moment together while my father tells the story.

Aside from dating a boy in twelfth grade with whom I had been intimate, I had not been with anyone else. I turned to Dad, and he met my gaze. When our gazes met, I felt sparks flying in the air. I bit down on my lip and tentatively leaned against him. He caressed the small of my back before sliding his hand under my shirt. He deftly unbuttoned my undershirt. I could feel his warm hand on my skin. He drew close to my ear and whispered, “Don’t go to school today, okay? Let’s go have fun in the hotel next to the school instead…”

“So, are you going to tell me who your fantasy lover is? Is it someone I know? Hmm? What’s she like? It is a she, I hope. You haven’t gone gay on me, have you?" Well, my Dad certainly wasn’t pulling any punches, I thought. He’d come right out with his confession, and I was both proud of him, and a little intimidated at the same time. “Hmm, sounds like it’s confession time for me too, huh?” my Dad softly suggested. “I guess I have the same problem as you. My warmest fantasy is ... my daughter. Shit, I can’t believe I just said that! I mean, a father isn’t supposed to lust after his own offspring, but dammit, you’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young woman, Claire. A man would have to have

He grabbed one of my legs, hooked it higher over his arm, opening me up even more. The new angle let him slam in deeper, grinding against my clit with every stroke. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, eyes locked on mine, dark and intense. “So tight… so wet… taking your dad’s best friend’s cock like you were made for it. Been wanting this little pussy for years.” His words sent a shiver through me. The guilt, the thrill, the pure filth of it all mixed together and made everything ten times hotter. My best friend’s dad was fucking me raw in my own bedroom while his wife was next door, and I was loving every second.

That tiny thump of his cum and the clash of my thumb to my clit sets me ablaze. I explode, giving in to the rough hands of climax. My soaked fingers slip off my body, glistening with filth. I curl like a reptile, convulsing hard, trembling so rough that my skin feels sore. Another drop drives me to hell, causing me to jolt nonstop, so my body hisses out the last drop of my creampie. “Please…” I break into a sob. It's the reality that comes after the madness. Everything starts mocking me. My fifth heartbreak, a relationship I couldn't keep because the only man who dares make me wet is my dad’s best friend.

I will never bind myself to a woman just because I feel forced to do the right thing. "Sir Mark, you may go inside now," my father's secretary said as she stepped out of his office. She was the first person I met, so I asked her to check on my father so I wouldn't disturb him unexpectedly. Rumors were circulating on the ground floor when I arrived that my dad had brought a woman to his office. Honestly, this wasn't news to me. My dad is a womanizer. I know he looks for women to satisfy his desires. Even in his late 40s, he still has a high sex drive, so hearing about his affairs never surprises me.

he replied. "Dad, what would you have done if one of your friends had dated me?" I asked as I looked over at him. I was nervous about his answer. "Well, that is quite a question. I am close to Tristan. I can only think of him if he had to date you...." he shook his head, blowing out a breath. "I guess I would kill him with my bare hands....I don't know. But I surely wouldn't allow my friends to take advantage of my daughter and get away with it. I don't know...but as long as it's not happening I'm happy," he looked at me with a smile. "There isn't anything there now, is there?" he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

“To kill your entire family. But death is too easy. Too merciful.” My knees buckled. “What? You wanted to kill my family? Isn’t my dad your friend?” His gaze darkened. In one swift motion, he slammed a nearby glass candle holder against the wall. It shattered, and his hand bled freely. Before I could react, he stormed toward me and grabbed my jaw with his bloody fingers, holding me still as if I were nothing but a doll. “Friends?” he spat. “Being friends with your lowlife father was the biggest mistake of my life.”