M/F ~ Dirty Daddies ~ Age Gap ~ Virgin ~ Forbidden Love
I Want to Stuff my Daughter’s Best Friend Full of My Cock
She’s so much younger than me, and my daughter would kill me, but I can’t resist wanting to pop her sweet little cherry.
I couldn’t help but overhear my daughter inviting her best friend Karen to Thanksgiving dinner, and I was glad.
I was also instantly hard.
Fuck.
It had been my suggestion that we invite Karen over, because she was often lonely and bored. Both her parents were workaholics, and — I suspected — alcoholics.
But I had to admit that my intentions in extending an invite weren’t entirely altruistic. I wanted my daugther’s best friend — bad.
She was so hot and curvy that I couldn’t resist fantasizing about her, and it often seemed like she enjoyed flirting with me in real life.
Right now, I started thinking about her like I had so many times before.
In my fantasy, I was living the life, going slow and taking my time to simply admire the beauty below me: her curvy body that washed me into pleasure like waves crashing onto sand, her black and luscious hair merely brushing her smooth milky skin, her enticing eyes– jet-black and burning.
Then I started playing with her pussy, bringing her right to the brink each time before backing off.
I was denying her every orgasm I almost brought her to until she was sobbing, a soft hiccup bursting as tears cascaded down her pale rosy cheeks, and begging me to fuck her, to let her cum for her very first time. (I had a feeling she was a virgin.)
I kissed the tears away as I finally retracted four fingers from her tight warm hole, before I suddenly penetrated her with one long thrust of my cock.
My dick morphed perfectly into her wet warmth as she grabbed the sheets tighter and threw her head back into the pillows, her back arching against mine as an enticing moan slipped from her soft lips while I claimed her.
“Oh, yes,” she was sobbing. “This is such sweet relief. This feels so good. Thank you for fucking me. For letting me cum. Oh, yes, yes, yes.”
“I love stuffing you full of my big cock,” I told her, as I continued pumping in and out of her tight, wet pussy.
I went roughly, and then slowly and gently with her, turning her into a writhing, whimpering mess below me, broken moans of my name escaping from her lips until I hit that bundle of nerves inside her that made her let out a muffled scream as she came.
Her hole clenched around my cock, and that made me groan as I came inside her. She came again too, and I loved watching her curvy body writhe and to see how I was making her tremble due to oversensitivity.
I felt her jump slightly when she felt my lips against her neck; it was shivering a bit as my breath hit it. I nibbled lightly on her ear lobe, which had her moaning softly as I smirked, sucking on the spot behind her ear that made her flutter her eyes shut.
“Turn around, darling; we’re not yet done here,” I instructed her.
“Oh, yes, Daddy,” she said, and I loved that word on her lips.
She shakily repositioned herself under my command, only for me to hold on to her hips as I guided my cock into her luscious pussy once again. She gasped as she threw her head back, and shuddered because she was so sensitive due to all the orgasms I was giving her.
I groaned and flipped her so that she was positioned in my lap just the right way while I was thrusting deep inside her. That had her gripping my shoulders as I sank deeper into her warm cunt.
I leaned forward, brushing my lips over her neck, before biting and sucking harshly, creating multiple bruising love bites as she whimpered, her head falling onto the crook of my neck while she worked herself on my length, bouncing up and down.
The rhythm made the bed bounce in sync with our movements.
I placed my hand on her ass while thrusting up, which earned a loud, sinful moan from her as I hit the sweet spot inside her. I smirked devilishly, thrusting harder, making her head tip back as her eyes were scrunched shut, her mouth opened in a silent moan as her hands were looped around my neck.
“Fuck yeah, I love how you scream my name while I’m pounding your hot little pussy.”
I breathed out the words harshly before I attached my lips to her soft neck again, planting kisses all over the sensitive skin as she shuddered, bouncing harder and faster as I continued making her call out in loud moans that made me growl.
I crashed our lips together in a bruising and harsh kiss as I continued to thrust inside her. I saw her becoming sloppy with the way she bounced on top of me, so I repositioned both of us, laying her down on the bed.
I lowered myself, which caused her to wrap her arms around my shoulders as I thrusted while I neared my orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum in this tight, tiny pussy of yours,” I groaned through gritted teeth.
I kissed her again as I was about to pour my seed into her, but not long afterwards, she broke the kiss to produce a high-pitched whimper as her nails dug into the skin of my back while I filled her up with my creamy cum.
I groaned, because cumming right inside her, without anything to block the pleasure, had felt so good.
I had loved feeling her naked pussy walls as they were wrapped around my raw cock, while also feeling the stinging pain of her nails on my back.
And then I was back in reality as I came into my hand.
Right — this had only been a fantasy. Fuck.
I looked in the mirror and saw that my hair was messy, and there were prominent beads of sweat dripping down one side of my forehead. I raked my fingers through my hair as I let out a sigh.
What the fuck. Why do I keep thinking this way about my daughter’s best friend, who is much younger than me? This is like the hundredth time I’ve had sex with her in my fantasies, but we can’t really do it in real life, I thought, annoyed and frustrated at that though.
But I couldn’t get her out of my head. I was constantly drawn to her hourglass shape in my mind.
I went to the bathroom and washed my face and hands in an attempt to wipe away all the emotions I was feeling: embarrassment, frustration, confusion and still that damn hot lust.
“You’ve got to pull yourself together,” I mumbled, whispering to myself.
I understood the purpose of a hot fantasy and would usually welcome one. But not like this. I’d thank Heaven for this continuous pleasure I was experiencing in my dreams each night if it was happening with some woman my own age that I could actually date, and not with the one young woman I couldn’t have — my daughter’s best friend.
It made me feel like a psycho or creep – and it made me feel guilty, because I knew it would be wrong to pop her sweet little cherry.
And I still couldn’t stop myself from knocking on my daughter’s bedroom door.
“Honey? Is everything all set for your friend to come to Thanksgiving dinner?” I asked her.
“Yes, Dad,” she said sweetly. “Thanks for offering to let her come eat with us!”
No problem, I thought, as I smiled to myself in devilish delight.
I felt one step closer to being able to have her in real life, and not just in my fantasies. I knew I shouldn’t do it but it was still my Thanksgiving wish that she and I could finally, actually get it on.
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