M/F ~ Dirty Daddies ~ Best Friend’s Dad ~ Age Gap ~ Thanksgiving

I Want To Be Stuffed on Thanksgiving… by my Best Friend’s Dad

He might be my best friend’s father and twice my age but I can’t stop thinking about how much I want him to take my virginity!

It’s Thanksgiving Day but I have nowhere to go and no one to be with. I’m 18 now but I still live at home, although I rarely see my parents. They’re always working all the time.

My reality is so boring that sometimes I feel like I’m living in a dream world. I’m always fantasizing and always wanting things that don’t exist, like parents who actually pay attention to me— or my best friend Sherry’s dad.

I don’t mean I want him as my own father, although I used to want that when I was young. He was so much nicer than my own father! And he definitely paid a lot more attention to me.

But now that I’m older, I want him in a different way. I can’t help wonder if he’s paid even so much more attention to me lately because he wants to fuck me, and now that I’m of age, he can.

Maybe I’m only hoping that’s the case, thought, since all I’ve wanted is for him to fuck me! Seriously, all I can think about is how it would feel for him to take my virginity.

My parents would kill me if they found out. All they care about is their image and their high society friends would freak the fuck out if word got out that I was with someone as old as my own father.

And my best friend would probably be mad, too — not that I could blame her. It would certainly be very weird!

I take a breath, because I don’t want those worries to intrude now. There’s no reason to be anxious about bad things happening when, unfortunately, I haven’t even gotten with my best friend’s dad yet and probably never will be able to.

But at least I still have my thoughts about him! And I want them to be good and dirty… not full of negativity.

I lay my head back on my pillows and allow my eyes to close. Then I start to think about my favorite fantasy: Mike, my best friend’s dad.

My mind drifts away, and there he is, waiting for me, like always. I smile up at the ceiling, wishing that I could be with him right now, at their house, instead of here in my own.

The familiar tingle starts in my pussy and then moves through the rest of my body.

I am more than ready for him. I imagine his toned body lying on the bed next to me. He grins at me in that sexy way of his, like he always does in real life and also like I always imagine him doing in my fantasies.

My hand dips between my legs, but I imagine that it’s his hand, stroking me softly. I spread my legs as in my mind I move closer to him. My fingers are working rhythmically, slipping under my pants and into my panties.

I have a vibrator, but I love using my hands and fingers. It’s such a soft and gentle feeling.

Fuck. Why can’t Mike be the one doing this to me?

I imagine him leaning over and kissing me softly, then deeply, his hand slowly pulling off my pants and panties. My fingers move inside me, as I dream that it’s him, inside me, on top of me.

“Are you a virgin?” he would ask me.

“Yes. But I’d like you to change that. Please.”

“I can do that, but only if you call me Daddy,” he’d respond.

“Okay, Daddy. Please pop my cherry.”

I want him to take all of me, to claim me for my very first time, and for this moment between us to never end, even though it’s not real. My fingers thrust faster and deeper, exploring my insides.

My pussy walls clamp tightly around them and I wish it was his cock in there, instead of just my fingers. I don’t want to stop; I’m having too much fun in my fantasy.

All too soon, though, I can feel myself almost there. My muscles are clenching, ready to climax. I pull back a little, building up the fantasy, not wanting it to end yet.

The walls of my room soon fade away. Soon I picture us in my most favorite fantasy. It’s one of my go-to ones with him. Something about it just feels so right; it’s what I always envisioned this moment should be like.

We’re in the most gorgeous hotel suite. The room is aglow with soft candlelight. The bed and floor are strewn with red rose petals.

Our clothes are tossed carelessly around the room. Champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries are untouched on the table.

We are wrapped in silk sheets, making love passionately. The French doors of the balcony open to reveal a beautiful ocean view. He kisses me again and again.

I pull him in close, my nails scratching into his back. I can feel myself getting closer, so I try not to moan too loud.

In my head, everything is perfect. It’s just like a scene from my favorite movie.

Rudely, I’m brought back to reality when the phone rings. Shit! There goes my dream, and my perfect mood.

I debate whether or not I should ignore the call. I’m really not in the mood for disruptions.

But what if it’s something important?

Sighing in frustration, I reluctantly get up to answer the phone. My beautiful ocean fantasy will have to wait until later for me to re-enter. I carry the phone with me as I walk to the bathroom to wash up a little.

“Hello,” I say, a little irritated, into the phone.

It’s my best friend.

“Hey girl, what are you doing?” she greets me excitedly.

“Take a wild guess,” I grumble into the phone.

She laughs, knowing what I mean. She’s my best friend in the whole world. She knows me so well. And she knows that I’m so horny and that I really want to lose my virginity, so I’m always masturbating.

But she just doesn’t know that it’s her father who is the object of my fantasies when I do.

“I wanted to invite you over for Thanksgiving dinner tonight,” she says. “I know your parents are probably busy working.”

“Yeah,” I admitted, “but when are they not?”

“Exactly. So, I thought you might like to swing by. My dad said it was okay.”

My heart leapt at that. And my already wet pussy became even more drenched.

“But what about Brad?” I asked, inquiring about her boyfriend. “Aren’t you wanting to be with him for Thanksgiving?”

“Yes,” she says, “he’ll be there too.”

“Okay,” I tell her, thinking it’s cute that it will be like a double date.

But of course I don’t tell her that. Her mom passed away a few years ago and I know that holidays have still been hard without her. My joke would therefore be in terrible taste! So, I keep it to myself.

“Thanks for the invite. I’ll get ready and then come over.”

“Okay. See you soon!” she says and hangs up.

Then I sit here and think about the fact that I’m going to see her father very soon.

What if my fantasies could somehow come true and I could lose my virginity to him?

I wouldn’t have to sit in this room and daydream about it anymore. I could actually make it happen.

Is it possible that I could get that lucky, though?

My heart pounds out of my chest at the idea. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach.

I jump off the bed and grab a towel and my robe. I should probably shower and start getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner now, and maybe finish my dirty thoughts from earlier. Maybe this will calm my nerves.

In the shower, I touch myself once more, fantasizing about her dad and picturing seeing him at dinner tonight. As the scene plays out in my head, I touch myself all over, the soapy water from the shower making my fingers slide around on my skin more easily.

I imagine once again that they are his fingers. Soon I imagine his big cock inside me, filling me up. He pins me against the tile of the shower.

I think about his erect dick pushing in and out of my wet and aching pussy. Maybe he’s twisting my nipple a bit, maybe he’s smacking my ass and telling me I’m a bad girl for letting him take my virginity like this.

I’m a bad girl because I’m letting my friend’s father, who is way older than me — old enough to be my own father — fuck me for my very first time.

But then maybe he’s sucking on my ear lobe, kissing my neck, and telling me I’m a good girl for liking it.

I climax fast, still in the mood from earlier.

Then I wash myself, my mind racing, wondering if it actually could be possible.

What would I have to do to make it happen?

I’m not sure but I hope my Thanksgiving wish comes true!

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