Dirty Daddies ~ Age Gap ~ Forbidden Love ~ Oral Sex
My Best Friend’s Father and I Eat Each Other for our Thanksgiving Dessert
I’ll devour his big cock and he’ll lick me like I’m an apple pie before stuffing me full like I’m a turkey.
I looked through my closet as I started getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner at my best friend Sherry’s house, wondering what I should wear.
My goal was to go for something in between sexy and sophisticated, because Sherry’s dad, Mike, was going to be there tonight and I’d always had such a crush on him.
I knew he used to see me as too young and inexperienced for him, but I aimed to change his mind. Lately, now that I’d turned 18, I swear that he’d been flirting with me.
It made me wonder if he would like to claim me for my very first time.
Sometimes, giving him my virginity was all I could think about. Like right now, for example.
I sat down on my bed and started thinking about it while masturbating again, so that I could get a little more relief before heading over to Sherry’s. I didn’t want to be so horny that it would be obvious!
“Ohhh, baby, your mouth is so sweet on my cock. I’m gonna blow so hard on your face!” I heard Mike say, in my fantasy.
“Hmmm, your cock is so hard and big…” I would coo at him, and I bet I wouldn’t be lying.
I thought about him blowing his load in my mouth as I sucked hard on its head, stroked its shaft and tickled his balls. I bet in the meantime, he would reach under my panties and slide his finger into my pussy.
“Fuck yeah,” he would say, grunting as I sucked on the head of his cock while he played with my clit. “Let me at that pussy. I can’t wait to take it and make it mine.”
I moaned in pleasure, feeling my juices running out into his hand in real life as I imagined that happening in my head.
He would groan and put his finger in my pussy hole. As he shoved it in and out, it would feel so good that I would reach down to push it in even further.
“Oh, you like it. Is that why you’re holding my finger in there? You like it when your best friend’s dad is finger-fucking you? Don’t worry, Babygirl, you’re going to get so much more than just my finger.”
“Yes. I love it. I’m cumming,” I would tell him, grinding my pussy against his hand.
And before I knew it, he would be bucking hard against my mouth and then grunting, aiming his cum shot at my mouth. I bet it would dribble out onto my lips. And that he would smile at me as he tucked his cock back into his pants.
With that, he would slip his finger out of me, suddenly making me feel empty inside, and bring it to his mouth, sucking on it loudly.
“Mmmmm-mmm, virgin pussy. My favorite flavor,” he would remark. “Time to repay you the favor.”
In my mind, the kitchen table still had leftovers on it from Thanksgiving dinner, and it would be the perfect place for me to stuff me full, just like I was the turkey.
I knew that in real life we probably couldn’t really fulfill my fantasies at all, since his daughter was my best friend… and we certainly couldn’t fulfill them right after eating Thanksgiving dinner.
But that didn’t stop me from having them.
He would lay me on top of the table, on my back, and spread my legs wide open. Maybe he’d even put some whipped cream on my pussy, from the pie everyone had just eaten.
His tongue would be circling my pussy lips expertly, and then poking at my clit just right. I’d wrap my legs around him as he sucked on my clit until I was cumming so much that my wetness was just pouring and squiring out of me.
“There you go, baby girl, cum for me just like that,” he’d say, as he licked me clean.
I bet he’d be so good at making me cum. Just thinking about it made me cum now in real life.
I told myself that I’d gotten that out of my system now, and I could forget about it when I was with him soon.
But I knew there was a slim chance of that happening!
All I wanted to do was keep thinking about him eating me as his Thanksgiving dessert, or moving onto putting his cock in me and stuffing me like a turkey, but I didn’t have much time left to get ready. Amber would kill me if I was late.
And it wasn’t like I could tell her that the reason was that I was fantasizing about her father.
I would just have to hope that when I got over there, I’d be able to continue to keep my crush a secret. But I had a feeling that that would be very hard indeed.
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