M/F ~ Dirty Daddy ~ Daughter’s Best Friend ~ Age Gap ~ Rough BDSM Punishment

My Best Friend’s Dad Punishes Me for Tempting Him

He ties me up, spanks me, and pounds my pussy for making him want me so bad. And I have to admit I like his style of discipline!

Content Warning: This story has themes some readers may find objectionable, such as rough BDSM-style sex.

It had only been a couple days since I had fucked my best friend Sherry’s father Mike, and yet it was all I could think about. I wanted it even more now than I had back when I’d only used to fantasize about him, a lot, before he’d taken my virginity.

It turned out he’d been having his own fantasies about me as well, and we had finally gotten to act them out in real life on Thanksgiving. Even since then, I’d wanted to do it again.

Tonight, I went over to my Sherry’s house wearing a sexier outfit than I normally would just to hang out with my best friend and have a sleepover at her house. It was one that showed off all my curves.

I was wearing a backless silk top that tied in the back. And I didn’t have a bra on. I couldn’t help but think it would give Mike easy access if we got a chance to do a quickie — not that we should, of course.

I was also wearing a rather short skirt with only a g-string underneath. I wondered if Mike would be home and I imagined him looking at me with desire.

Sherry and I hung out every weekend, so me coming over wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but my outfit certainly was.

As soon as I arrived, she said, “Wow, you look great. Are we going out?”

“I wasn’t sure,” I quickly fibbed, feeling stupid for dressing this way now, especially since, to my great disappointment, Mike wasn’t even home. “Just wanted to be prepared for any possibilities. It’s Saturday night, after all!”

“True,” she said. “But I ordered some pizza.”

She gestured towards the box on the table.

“I was thinking we could just finish that crazy show on Netflix about the stalker. Or have I turned into too much of a boring old lady?”

“No, no, you’re fine,” I told her.

I didn’t want to leave in case Mike came home. She picked up the pizza and nodded towards her bedroom, which I was sad about because if he did come home, it would be harder for me to see him.

But I would seem really strange if I were to say we should stay out in the living room or something when we usually liked to sequester ourselves in her room. So, I grabbed the bottle of red wine that was on the table, as well as two glasses, and followed her into her room.

“You like that?” she asked, nodding towards the glass. “My dad bought it. Hopefully he won’t notice it’s missing.”

“Hopefully not,” I said, and then I thought to myself, Hopefully he’ll be too busy thinking about me!

We sat on her bed and ate some pizza and drank some wine while we watched Netflix. A couple hours passed by as we watched the rest of the whole series, and Mike still wasn’t home.

Maybe he’s gone for the night, I thought with jealousy. Who could he even be with?

I didn’t want to find out.

“This wine made me sleepy!” I said, yawning.

“Me too,” Sherry agreed, and we decided to go to bed.

First, I changed into an oversized tank top style long shirt. I was only wearing a g-string underneath still.

The shirt strap barely covered my nipples, and Sherry laughed at how my side boobs stuck out. I chuckled too, because it really was ridiculous when I thought about it — especially due to Mike’s absense.

And even if he was here, did I really think I could parade around half naked and expect Sherry not to notice it, or her father’s reaction?

I was beginning to think it was a good thing he wasn’t here — logically, anyway. But my pussy couldn’t help but miss him.

“You’re really changing up your wardrobe, huh?” Sherry commented, looking at my shirt.

“I was just in a rush to get over here,” I fibbed.

Apparently I was full of false excuses tonight. But it wasn’t like I could tell her I was fucking her father!

I went to the bathroom and did my nightly routine of brushing my teeth and hair and washing my face before bed. Then I heard someone talking to Sherry in the living room.

Maybe her dad had come home. I sure hoped so!

When I left the bathroom, I was happy to find out I’d been right– Sherry’s dad Mike was standing in the living room. They weren’t talking anymore and I guess she’d gone back to the room.

“Hi,” I said, my hunger for him making me shy because I didn’t want to betray it.

“Hello there,” he said in a deep and appreciative tone of voice.

As soon as he looked at me, his eyes went down to my breasts–especially the portion of them that were on full display, and then his gaze darted to my erect nipple that was barely covered. My nipples were so hard for him because I wanted him so badly.

Shit. My little g-string was getting so drenched from the way Mike was looking at me. My ass cheeks were showing and I could tell he wanted them badly.

Suddenly Sherry came out of the room and she was fully dressed.

“Karen, I’ve gotta go,” she informed me. “Sorry but my aunt is in the hospital and Daddy has been watching over her for two days, so now it’s my turn. I’m going to go sit with her for awhile. I’ll probably be gone all night.”

I nodded, my eyes fixed on Mike. His were fixed right back on mine.

Sherry gave me a hug and added, “I’m sorry. I know we were hanging out and having a sleepover.”

“That’s all right, Sherry. I’m fine here. We were just going to go to sleep anyway. I’m so tired I might just crash here if that’s okay.”

“Sure,” she said, shrugging. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Take care, okay? Just tell Aunty Melissa to get well soon,” I told her, knowing that Mike only had one sister and that that was what Sherry called her.

Her mom hadn’t had any siblings so really it was just her and her dad. I felt a pang of guilt at how I might be messing things up for her if she were to find out what I was doing with him, but I couldn’t help it. The desire I felt for him was overpowering!

Sherry nodded and left immediately. That left Mike and I standing alone together in the living room.

“I’m sorry to hear about your sister,” I told him. “I know how special Aunty Melissa is to you and to Sherry. Is she going to be okay?”

“I think so,” he said. “The doctors gave her a good prognosis. She just doesn’t like to be alone in the hospital and it’s so stressful to be in there seeing her sick like that for so long. I had to come home.”

“I understand,” I told him. “That sounds so hard.”

“I also knew you would be here for your Saturday sleepover with my daughter, and I just had to come see you.”

He had added that part in a whisper that was so low I wasn’t sure he’d actually said it.

Had it only been in my imagination?

He looked at me like he was inviting me to do something, though. So I was pretty sure I hadn’t just dreamed it up.

“I really hate being alone while my sister is suffering. Do you want to sleep in my room with me?” he asked me.

I was surprised by his question. But it definitely solved the mystery of whether he was trying to get with me again. I knew exactly what was going to happen now — a repeat of our hot Thanksgiving night — and I didn’t think twice before accepting his invitation.

“Alright, I’ll sleep in your room with you,” I agreed. “I’ll make you feel better after the stress of these past couple days.”

He smiled gratefully and then took my hand and brought me into his room.

I knew we shouldn’t be going there because he was my best friend’s father, and he was way older than me. I knew we should stop hooking up like this. But I didn’t care. I needed to have his cock back inside me!

Mike sat down on the bed and then he pulled me so that I was lying sideways on his thigh, with his arm wrapped around my waist.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he praised me. “I can’t believe I finally have you. I didn’t tell you the other night just how much I’ve wanted you. I was just waiting for you to turn 18 so it would be legal.”

I laughed because I had been wondering if that had been the case, and now he had confirmed my suspicions. Plus, I was laughing to hide how fucking turned on he was making me. I had gotten even wetter because of what he’d said.

I caressed his chest and looked at him seductively.

“Well, you don’t have to wait any more. You can fuck me whenever you want. So, are you going to fuck me now?” I asked him directly.

He looked like I’d asked him if he wanted to collect a million dollars in surprise earnings. But then a dark look came over his face.

“You ask me that but I’m not sure you realize what you’d be getting yourself into,” he said, and squeezed my thigh. “I had to hold myself back the other night from doing all the dirty, rough things I wanted to do to you. I knew my cock was so big that it might split you in half, so I was gentler than I wanted to be.”

I had to hold back another chuckle, because he hadn’t been very gentle, at least not after initially making sure I was okay when he popped my cherry. He had rode me rough and hard, and I had loved it!

“I’ll be okay,” I told him. “You won’t split my pussy in half.”

“Well, if I let myself give into my deepest urges for you, I might end up making a whore out of you. And if I make a whore out of you, I’ll have to punish you for being such a bad girl. That might hurt.”

My juices were just pouring out of my pussy now as I heard his dirty talk and enjoyed listening to all the things he still wanted to do to me.

“That actually sounds great to me,” I told him, squeezing his hand in between my thighs. “Sign me up.”

“Really?” he asked, his voice in a low growl now.

“Really. I want you to make a whore out of me.”

Mike stared at his hand that was in between my legs and then he squeezed my pussy, hard, making me jump. I hastened to reassure him that I was okay by opening my legs wider for him.

“See? That felt good,” I told him.

“You’re already such a little slut for me,” he said, as he stood up.

He picked me up as though I weighed nothing even though I’m a curvy girl, and then carried me to his big bed and laid me down on it. The sheets were silky and cool underneath my skin.

He immediately grabbed my breasts and massaged them expertly. I loved how much older and more experienced than me he was.

Then he put his mouth on one of my tits and started licking it before taking my nipple all the way into his mouth. The strength and speed of his suction was very intense and almost violent.

“You suck my nipple so hard,” I told him. “I love it.”

“Your tits are fucking delicious, you slutty little whore. They’re so big but also still so perky. You’re so fucking young.”

Mike bit my nipple and pulled it with his teeth.

“Ahhhhh, it hurts,” I cried out.

“Good,” he said, and I agreed.

I loved how he was making me feel such a great mixture of pain and pleasure.

Mike took off my g-string and just threw it somewhere. I didn’t know or care where.

My shirt had fallen half off and it was down towards my stomach as he was sucking on my nipple. Then he stopped and opened my pussy hole with his fingers.

“You’re still so fucking tight, aren’t you?” he asked as he poked around inside. “Even after I took your virginity.”

“Put your cock in there to find out,” I answered him.

He slapped my ass with one hand while he unzipped and unbuttoned his pants with the other.

“With the way you answered, you’re already becoming a whore for me,” he said, and started hitting my breasts. “So I’m already having to punish you.”

His hand prints left a red mark on my skin.

When he took down his pants and underwear, I saw his huge cock and I remembered how the first time around, I was a little afraid that it wouldn’t fit all the way inside me or that it would hurt too much.

Some of those same fears resurfaced now even though he had already taken me once.

But still, it could hurt this time around. Maybe last time I had been anesthetized by the powerful aphrodisiac of first time sex.

He was so big! At least ten inches, if I had to estimate.

“Look at how wide your eyes are as you stare at my big dick. You want this again, don’t you, my little whore?”

He was teasing me while he rubbed the head of his cock on my already wet pussy.

“Yes, I do, please, Mike, please. Please put it in. Fuck me now.”

I was practically shaking in front of him because of the excitement I felt. My breasts were dangling and bouncing some, and they were still bright red from the spankings he had been giving them.

“Only if you call me Daddy,” he said.

Oops. I had forgotten how much he had liked that the other night.

“Please, Daddy, fuck me hard.”

I thought that calling him “Daddy” all the time would be weird — a step too far, maybe — but it turned out that I liked the way the word sounded as it fell out of my mouth.

“Okay, Baby girl, you asked for it. Here I come. Or should I say here I ‘cum’?”

He dripped his saliva into my pussy hole and then slowly inserted his cock.

He squeezed my breasts while pushing it further inside me.

“Ahhhhh, Daddy, you feel so good in there, just like last time but somehow even better,” I growled at him.

“Yeah, your tight little pussy takes my big cock so well,” he agreed.

He grabbed both of my thighs and pulled them open even wider as he pounded my pussy. He fucked me so well and was so deep inside me that I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d get me pregnant.

But, crap, that couldn’t happen.

What would my best friend say?!

“It’s good to fuck you, my little slut,” he said as he pummeled my pussy fast and hard.

I felt that he was going to cum in me soon. I was holding the bedsheet, and the bed was shaking because of what Mike and I were doing in it.

“Ahhhh, fuck, Mike, I’m cumming,” I told him, as I felt the thrill of an orgasm running all the way through my body.

“Yeah, cum on my dick, baby girl,” he said. “Be a bad girl for me and just let go.”

“Ahhhhh,” I moaned, as his cock got slippery with all my juices that were gushing out onto it. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

He stuffed his cock even further into my pussy and slapped his balls on it some. Then he spanked my tits again, making them bounce all around. The slaps stung but I didn’t care; I liked it.

“I’m about to cum in this tight little cunt of yours,” he said, before shooting his seed deep inside my womb.

I was weak. My pussy felt like it had never been stretched so full and now it was aching for him to fill it back up again.

“We’re not done yet, Baby girl. I’m not going to let you sleep because we can’t waste this opportunity to be together.”

He pulled his cock out of my pussy and pulled me upright.

We left his room, and he took me to the kitchen, where he pulled out a chair from under the table and turned it around so that it was facing me.

I really hoped Sherry wouldn’t come back home yet!

It was likely she would be gone for hours — maybe the whole night, even — but things would certainly not be pretty if I was wrong about that.

“Bend over,” he said, and he reached into a drawer and got some rope. “I’m going to tie you up.”

My heart beat as he did so. My ass was sticking high up in the air for him. He spread apart my ass cheeks so he could see my pussy.

I no longer cared about Sherry coming home or anything else except the excitement that was pumping through my veins.

Mike spanked my ass hard, several times in a row.

“Oh, Daddy, that hurts,” I whined.

“Well, that’s what you get for tempting me like this,” he said. “For making me stick my cock into my daughter’s little best friend and fucking your tiny, tight pussy all the time.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said, with a pout.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” Mike ordered me while hitting my ass again. “I want you to be naked, my slutty little baby girl, while I have my way with your pussy some more.”

I took off the oversized shirt that had gathered around my waist. I already knew what position Mike wanted to fuck me in. I immediately knelt down on the chair and apologized. My ass was right up against his cock.

He reached down and over me and then squeezed my breast hard.

“Ahhhh, Mike, that hurts,” I shined at him.

“I told you I was going to punish you.” He pointed the head of his cock at my ass hole. “And you haven’t seen anything yet. So, stop being a brat and take the rest of your punishment.”

“Hmmm, Daddy, w-what are you going to do?” I asked him in a panic.

“Your pussy is going to be too sore if I beat it up with my cock all night long. This ass of yours is still fresh, so that’s what I’m going to fuck next,” he informed me.

Crap.

Was I really ready for that?

It looked like I was about to find out.

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