M/F ~ Age Gap ~ Older Man Younger Woman ~ Forbidden Sex

My Dad Caught Me Masturbating to Dirty Thoughts of His Best Friend

I had been screaming out his name and even calling him “Daddy” while I pleasured myself… and then my real-life dad walked in!

I sighed deeply before submerging my head beneath the water in my bathtub. I had just been at an event with both my dad and his best friend Jonathan, who I had a huge crush on.

I stayed under for a while and looked up at the ceiling as it swam before my eyes.

Try as I might, I couldn’t stop thinking about how sexy Jonathan was.

I rubbed my nipples at the memory of seeing him. I closed my eyes, imagining that my fingers were his mouth and that his tongue was circling my nipples and kissing my breasts tenderly.

I bet he would be gentle and caring at first, but then he would get rough with me… and I’d like it.

My pussy started getting wet and hot as I dreamed of him standing at full attention, extending his big, long cock to my face until it touched my lips. I moaned loudly as I imagined taking it into my mouth and then moving my tongue in circles around the head and the shaft.

I would open my mouth wider so that I could take him all the way in. Jon would run his fingers through my hair, careful to hold it back so that I could have better and easier access to his throbbing member going in and out of my throat.

In real life, I put my fingers in my pussy, running my finger around my clit. My eyes closed as I fleshed out the fantasy.

We were alone at my house, with all the time in the world to be together without worrying about my father catching us. This was fantasy, after all!

We would start talking about nothing special and end up entangled in a passionate kiss.

I imagined him taking my clothes off and laying me on the couch, my legs spread open in eager anticipation of him pleasuring me.

His eyes would then pierce through me as he took off his own clothes.

I pushed my fingers in and out of my pussy as I imagined him coming near me and pressing his hard dick against my wet pussy. Jon would play with the head of cock against my opening as I would moan, holding onto his strong body tightly.

He would kiss me some more as a ravenous smile spread across his handsome face. I would bite my lip to hold back my own eagerness.

Finally, he would slowly enter me, inch by inch, watching my face bunch up in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into my dripping wet pussy.

“Does that feel good, baby girl?” he would ask me.

And I would just moan in response.

Then he’d push his dick in and out of my pussy, going deeper with each stroke. I would scream, not caring if anyone could hear us or catch us.

After that, I would feel my own temperature rising as I imagined him flipping me over, getting me onto all fours. He would stand up on his tip toes to be at the perfect angle to fuck me from behind.

Jon would then grip my hips, slowly working his hard dick in and out of my soaked pussy.

My pussy walls would shudder on his hard cock as I came again and again.

In reality, I could feel them trembling and shaking as I came against my fingers.

I imagined Jon turning me over once again onto my back and lapping up all the juices that were coursing out of my wet pussy in real life.

“Oh, Jonathan, that feels so good!” I called out, as I came. “Oh, Daddy, yes!”

He had been like a second father to me so it seemed natural to call him that, even though he’d been more “uncle” than father since I already had a single father — a very over-protective one at that, who would kill me if he knew what I was doing right now.

I sat in the water for a few minutes, letting my heart rate come back down to normal.

I felt a sense of relief wash over me as the orgasm still coursed through my body. Next, I pulled the drain out of the tub and stepped out onto the rug.

I grabbed a towel and dried off, pulling a robe on and padding toward my room.

On my way there, I heard something moving in the living room. I was afraid of what I might find, an intruder or someone here to hurt me.

I slowly walked down the hallway, not convinced that I wouldn’t be greeted with certain death.

Still, I had to find out what was going on.

I rounded the corner and saw my father sitting on my couch with his arms folded across his chest and a frown on his face. My heart leapt out of my chest, and I cursed.

“What the fuck, Dad?” I mumbled under my breath.

I almost wished that it had been an intruder.

I really hoped my father hadn’t heard me playing with myself and moaning.

Had he heard me call out Jon’s name? Had he heard me call him “Daddy”?

My face went crimson red out of sheer embarrassment. I couldn’t believe that he had snuck in like this and I really hoped he didn’t know what I’d been up to.

Now what? I thought as I pulled my robe around myself tighter.

I was going to have to do something to get more privacy and space from my dad.

Especially if I was ever really doing to do anything with his best friend in reality instead of just in my head. Because lately it was all I could think about and I knew I would have to try to make my dreams come true soon.

I clutched my chest as I tried steadying myself. My legs still felt weak from the orgasm I had just given myself. But now they felt even more unsteady as I recovered from feeling terrified at my father’s presence for more than one reason.

“Oh, my goodness,” I exclaimed, struggling to keep my voice even. “Dad, you know I love you and appreciate all that you do to help me, especially in giving me a place to live. But we really need to talk about boundaries….”

My father frowned and stood up from the couch, towering over me.

“That’s how you greet your father? You didn’t even ask what I’m doing here. Plus, you’re telling me that I don’t have the right to come into what technically is my own apartment? I mean, I do pay for it.”

“I know, I know,” I agreed, putting a hand on his arm. “And like I said, I appreciate it. I do. I just don’t want to have mini heart attacks every time you pop up in the apartment when I wasn’t expecting it. Plus, I might have had company here, which could have been awkward.”

“Company? What company?”

His face looked dark as he squinted at me in an accusing manner.

“Any company,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t pry into it more. “Anyway, what brings you by?”

“Geez, I have to have a reason to come visit my only daughter?” he asked, raising his arms dramatically.

“It’s fine, dad,” I said. “I’ve got to get dressed, though, so you’ll have to entertain yourself for a while.”

“Oh, yeah? Where are you going?”

I hesitated to answer because I knew he would have a million questions and a bunch of advice that I didn’t want to hear.

“Oh, just getting together with a friend,” I said, as nonchalantly as I could muster.

“A friend, huh?” he asked, stepping closer to me, a look of worried agitation covering his face more and more by the minute.

I sighed dejectedly.

I really did appreciate my father being so protective of me. Still, sometimes he would get annoyingly overprotective, not wanting me to do anything or have any type of social or romantic life.

“Yes, just a friend, Dad,” I told him, although I wished it could be a hot date with Jonathan!”

“Okay,” my dad said reluctantly. “I just worry about you. There are so many guys who could take advantage of you.”

“I understand, Dad, but that’s life.” I threw my hands up dramatically to make my point. “I know you want to do everything in your power to protect me, but I’m a grown woman now. I’m pretty sure that at this point, I can take care of myself.”

I walked over to where he stood and threw my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and hugging him as tightly as I could muster.

There was always something about hugging my father that got him to back off. And this time wasn’t any different. I could feel his body relax with each squeeze that I gave him.

I really did appreciate my dad for always being here for me when I needed him. And I knew it must be hard for him to raise me as a single dad on his own. I knew he just wanted the best for me even though he sometimes had very annoying ways of showing it.

So, I figured I would just have to get over the fact that he walked into my house unannounced and uninvited. Because there had been plenty of days when he had been there uninvited, yet I had to admit that I was still happy to see him.

I walked off to my room and got dressed before returning to the living room.

“Well, I’m off,” I said, grabbing my purse and keys and walking over to where Dad had fixed himself on my couch, watching a football game.

I realized he was always going to watch me like a hawk but I was already trying to figure out how I could see Jon without him. Because now that I wasn’t scared to death by an unwelcome intruder who turned out to be my nosy dad, I was back to wanting to do whatever it took to hook up with his best friend.

The End… for now.

Thanks for reading Part 3 of my erotic serial called I Want My Dad’s Best Friend to Pop My Cherry.

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