Submitting To My Best Friend's Dad の小説・ストーリー

She was done with her date, she held a flower bouquet, and she was still all smiles. Realization dawned onto me instantly. I just fucked my best friend dad. “Hey sis!” She hit my arm. I forced a tight smile. “How was it?” I asked. “It was so good!” She was elated. “I think I like him. We kissed.” She whispered the last part in my ears. They kissed. But I fucked her father while she was away. I was such a bad friend. “Hmmn… Tell me more about it while we head home,” I replied casually.

My dad’s best friend, who I had a forbidden thing with, who is now engaged to my ex-boyfriend’s mother, runs that company and I think he’s playing mind games with me? I sounded insane. “Okay” the words came out before I could stop them.

Just serious best-friend mode. “Bella… you have to let this go.” I laughed, but it came out bitter. “Easy for you to say.” “I’m not saying it’s easy. I’m saying it’s necessary.” She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “This isn’t some cute little office crush. Alex is your dad’s best friend. His business partner. The guy who’s been around since you were a kid. If this blows up and it will your dad is going to lose his mind. Not just at Alex. At you too. You could lose your whole family over this.”

Reynolds’ foot rubbed against mine again. I knew I would be back next weekend. And the weekend after that. My best friend would never know that his dad had turned me into his secret cumdump, breeding my tight hole over and over every chance he got.

The same calm, powerful presence. The man I spent the night with… was Tessa’s father. My lips parted slightly. “So… I slept with my best friend’s dad?” I whispered in disbelief. At the same time, his eyes met mine. And he froze. The warmth in his expression disappeared, replaced by pure shock. Neither of us spoke. The air between us became heavy and tense. Because in that moment, we both realized the truth. Last night… We crossed a line that could never be erased.

Fuck my sissy hole with your fat cock, daddy? What the hell was I thinking? Those ridiculous words poured out of me like I was drunk. I am not going to do that again. Even worse, the guilt of hooking up with my best friend’s dad was starting to hit. Man, I really did it. I allowed FJ’s dad to fuck and breed my ass, in his own house. What kind of friend was I?

Public service announcement, I'm a whore! Before you hear it from anyone else, I would be the first to tell you. I know I am fucking writing this and putting it out there, in public for everyone to read, but I need you to read with an open mind. I may have fucked my best friends father, but in my defense, he was Jamaican, had the biggest dick I have ever seen and before all that, I was an emotional wreck at the time.

I had ignored their calls all day yesterday, and I wasn’t in the mood to explain myself now. The tall glass building of Ben Rothwell's Company loomed ahead as I parked. I sat for a moment, gripping the steering wheel, trying to gather my nerves. Ben was going to be furious. I could already hear his sharp tone demanding answers. Julie, my best friend and the company’s marketing director, would undoubtedly give me an earful for going radio silent. But none of it mattered now, I gues. After all, I was going to tender my resignation. My decision had already been made.

My father had only cussed at me a few times before, and only when I did something really, really bad—like sneak out of the house in the middle of the night or clog the toilet with all of Mom’s lipsticks after we fought. The disappointment and anger in his voice had me shaking. “We met weeks ago.” “You said that,” Mom snapped. I resisted sending her an angry look. Any aggression on my part would only make things worse. Dad gruffly cleared his throat. “He hasn’t said anything about this to me.” I eagerly leaned forward. “That’s because we didn’t know you two were friends until last weekend at the fundraiser. And I wouldn’t let him tell you. I wanted to let you know myself.”

“DEAR VANESSA ARCHIBALD, YOU HAVE JUST GAINED ADMISSION INTO YALE.” “Honey this is amazing!” Dad said as he threw his arms around me for a hug. I had been waitlisted for months and this news couldn’t have come at a better time. “You have to pack right now dear, you know lectures have started, I’ll give Antonio a call right now to let him know about your arrival,” My dad said, excitedly grinning ear to ear as he picked up his phone. Rosewood, the town I lived in was far away from New York where Yale was so Dad decided that I should move in with his best friend, Antonio who was also a professor at Yale.