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Steamy Anal Sex With My Friend’s Dad
I’d been working at the gym the past two years now and the shifts went by fairly seamlessly. It was a relatively small operation and there wasn’t much need for multiple staff. I manned the reception, and the place pretty-much ran itself, save for the occasional slip-up.
The regulars all knew me, and they each helped out as much as they could. It had a real community spirit, but a new member had really tested the nature of my otherwise wholesome shift.
His name was Brett and he’d only recently moved to town. I’d managed to find out snippets of info about him in the brief moments that he checked in. He was over six feet with jet black hair and eyes that you could drown in. It’s fair to say that I fell for him immediately.
“Evening, sugar,” he said that night, walking in with a towel over his shoulder.
“Brett,” I nodded, trying to play it cool. My throat turned dry instantly. His confidence made me melt.
“Any big strong men in here you need me to look out for?”
“Only one.”
He smiled wide and put an elbow on the desk, then he looked back to the door as it opened again. “Here comes another one now,” he said.
“Evelyn, dearest,” Jake said, carrying his bag on his shoulder. He was Catelyn, my best friend’s, dad.
“Jake,” I said quietly. He had a habit of embarrassing me.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Brett said, and he extended a hand.
Jake looked at it for a moment and then took it in his huge grasp. He shook Brett so fiercely that his whole body moved.
“You must be the new guy,” he teased. “Have you been initiated yet?”
“Jake …” I warned.
“I haven’t,” Brett said, looking between Jake and me in an attempt to discern his seriousness.
“We shall have to rectify that,” Jake said.
He gave Brett a nod and then walked off towards the men’s changing rooms.
“I’m scared to follow him,” Brett said.
I started to laugh. “He’s harmless really.”
“He doesn’t look it. That guy’s huge.”
I shrugged. I’d always known him be that size. “It’s just Jake.”
“Anyone else here?”
“You’re the only two.”
Brett pulled a face. “I’ll keep my distance.”
“He’s a big softie really.”
Brett gave the desk a tap. “I won’t take my chances.”
He walked off and I watched those amazing legs of his as he strode towards his workout. He and Jake were a similar size, but the muscles just looked better on Brett.
When Brett left, I got straight back to work. I’d finished processing that month’s payments and it was time to clean-down. I tried to do it in stages. I crossed my fingers that Jake was the last arrival.
Forty-five minutes later and the alarm for the sauna wouldn’t stop ringing. The gym had installed a sauna and steam-room for customer’s warm-downs and had charged a hefty price on the membership for the privilege. Mostly everyone refused to pay, and the rooms lay empty. I liked to treat myself to a steam sometimes after a shift, but right now I had bigger things to worry about.
I got on the phone quickly and navigated my way through the automated menu until I finally met a human.
“It won’t stop blaring!” I cried into the receiver.
I had to keep a finger in my ear to hear the instructions from the person on the other end. I frantically took notes as they relayed how to reset the timer that heated the coals. Apparently, this was a known fault.
“And that’ll work?” I cried.
Just then Jake went past and waved, but I didn’t have the time to acknowledge him, save for a brief raise of my hand. I was far too busy scribbling down instructions on a pad.
I left the sauna guy on the line while I sprinted to the control panel of the sauna. Thank God they were competent. The machine shut off and the silence that followed sounded eerie in comparison.
I went back to reception and thanked the worker on the other end of the line profusely. By the time I put the receiver down I was all worked up. I blew a jet of air up my face and looked around.
‘I wonder if Brett is still here,’ I thought.
I got up with a smile, thinking of how I could recount the story for maximum effect. I wondered if he’d laugh. The gym though, was empty. All the equipment was thankfully back in its place, and I’d been left alone for the night. I figured Brett had left at some point in the melee.
Tonight, was definitely a steam room night. I felt like I’d earned it after everything that had gone on. It felt like the perfect end to a stressful evening.
I gave the gym equipment a quick wipe down and then locked the front door. I took my bag into the ladies changing room and stripped right down. With only me in there, clothes didn’t seem necessary.
I’d done this around twenty times before and now the naked walk across reception didn’t even feel weird. If anyone ever checked the cameras they’d be in for an eyeful, but I didn’t mind taking the risk. Nothing ever happened there. Usually.
The steam room was still on and zapping electricity. I opened the door and walked into the heat. I could smell the eucalyptus and feel it warming my throat and lungs. I had no idea why people refused to use it.
“That’s better,” I sighed, and I took a seat close to the door among the mist.
The steam room was around ten feet long and narrow. It had a bench along two walls that wrapped around the edge in an l-shape. It would be a tight space if anyone ever used it.
I looked down along the bench and my muscles went tight. I gripped at the seat and stared at a pair of legs that were just about visible in the fog.
“I — I thought you’d gone home,” I said.
Brett said nothing. He sat at the other end of the sauna, his muscles dappled in sweat — the parts I could see at least.
I should have left but I was frozen. I was sat in a room with my crush, and I was completely naked. It’d certainly be a story to tell my friends later, but right now I was mortified.
“I’ve locked the front door,” I said. I don’t know why I said that.
Brett hummed in response.
I pursed my lip and sat awkwardly swinging my legs. I wondered if he could even see that I was naked.
He shuffled closer and it was then that I saw he wasn’t wearing shorts. Shit, he wasn’t wearing anything. His thick thigh curved around under him and transformed into bare, muscled ass.
He sighed and ran his hands down over his skin, moving the moisture off himself before it was replaced with more.
“You look good,” I confessed, hoping for a reaction.
Brett said nothing, but I could see him moving in my periphery. Now that I knew he was naked I didn’t know if I should look. Fuck, maybe he was naked and waiting for me?
I could see him moving rhythmically from the corner of my eye. I heard a soft grunt accompany it. My eyes spread wide as I realized what he must have been doing. I felt my pussy spasm to life.
Tentatively, I looked. I stared down along the seat, squinting into the mist. I could see his fist gripping his cock. His bicep flexed. His hand moved up over his impressively sized shaft. I wished I could see it more clearly.
“That sure is something,” I breathed, turning to face it.
Brett didn’t stop. He continued to move his hand over his cock and play. I bit my lip and felt the wetness arrive at my pussy.
“If you’re going to play then … then I guess I will too.”
I opened my legs in his direction and felt my shyness begin to lift. Knowing that Brett was just as naked and exposed as I was sure was liberating.
I pushed my fingers down into my folds and exhaled, letting my tits bounce on my chest as I did so. I wanted his attention bad.
I saw Brett shuffle in his seat and turn to face me more. Fuck, it was all so hot. The fact that we weren’t touching each other just turned me on even more. Instead, we sat across from each other, playing in the fog and giving each other brief glimpses of sin amidst the moving steam.
“Yes,” Brett grunted finally.
“I want you,” I moaned. “I want that cock.”
“Oh, Evelyn.”
The voice was jarring but I figured Brett sounded different when he was mid-jerk. It didn’t seem beyond the realms of possibility. My voice definitely got smokier and higher when I was excited.
“Please,” I moaned, rubbing the juices of my pussy back along itself. “Oh, please give it to me.”
My fingers shifted over my clit and my pussy swelled. Brett beat his cock fiercely, as though he was driving at his climax.
I moved quickly too. I didn’t want him to beat me to it. Fuck, I didn’t even want him to come yet. We’d only just started.
“Let me finish you off,” I told him, pausing. I breathed deep and looked across.
Brett put his hands down at his side and left his cock there. It bounced as his blood beat into it, pointing upright. It looked like a menacing beast in the steamy room.
I shifted down the seat closer towards him. His muscles flexed. My eyes locked on that incredible cock of his.
I reached out for it and watched as my fingers wrapped around it. I could see it clearer now. I pinched around him and watched the veins flare up. They shone, all pronounced and sexy. He was so turned-on.
I moved my fist over him, and the steam of the room became my lube. My hand glided over his thickness. I took a deep breath as I felt my arousal blossom. Brett moaned again and I pumped him faster.
I melted off the bench and knelt on the floor, quickly racing my mouth over him. This had been what I’d wanted this entire time.
“Evelyn,” he whined.
I pushed him down to the top of my throat and tried to go further. His thickness filled my mouth and it felt so hot to gag on him like that. I pulled back with a gasp and beat his cock and against my face, patting it against my tongue and becoming the slut that I thought Brett wanted me to be.
“Yes,” he urged, pushing his hand through my hair.
I looked up at him and the jerking of my hand slowed. The face of Jake stared down over his impeccably chiseled chest. There was a smile in his eyes that faded when he was my sudden despair.
“Jake!” I burst.
“Evelyn?”
I let go of his cock and my eyebrows damn-near hit the ceiling. I sat on my knees and stared up at him, willing for his face to transform to that of Brett’s. It couldn’t be. There was no way. I didn’t want it to be true. I had just sucked my friend’s dad’s cock!
“Evelyn, it’s okay,” he said.
My mouth hung open in shock.
“I thought you wanted it,” he said. “You seemed so turned-on.”
“I thought you were Brett!”
I put my face in my hands and then looked up at him. Jake sat on the seat with no clue what to do. His cock was still rock hard, sitting up from between his legs. It took on a whole new naughtiness now that I knew who it belonged to.
I bit my lip and shook my head, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him still. Brett or not, his body was well put together. He was just as carved as Brett, and his cock was a more-than-impressive size. It was just never something I’d thought about before, you know?
“I’m sorry,” I told him.
“Honey, it’s fine,” he said, reaching forward. He put his hand to my face and stroked me with a thumb to comfort me.
But it didn’t work so well. I think his naked, muscled body had something to do with that. I stood up to leave and he held me at my hips.
“Evelyn,” he said. “You don’t have to go.”
I looked to the door and then back at him. In the steam I could almost pretend he was someone else — but now I knew the truth.
“It’s not right,” I said.
“Did it feel wrong?”
“Yes!”
“Before you saw my face … did it feel wrong?”
I thought for a moment and answered truthfully. “No.”
“So, it makes no difference,” he said, and he pulled at my hips. “Stay.”
I shuffled forwards and he put his head to my stomach. I put my hands to his hair and started to stroke through it. I looked down at him as he gave my belly a kiss.
I closed my eye and focused on his lips. They tickled against my damp stomach. I stood there and he kissed me again, moving his lips lower.
“Stay,” he said again.
I let out a conflicted hum. Jake went lower. He was doing a good job of keeping me there.
“Stay.”
His mouth kissed at my shorn triangle of hair. I could feel his lips on my lips. His tongue eased out and tickled at the top of my groove.
“Jake,” I whispered.
He pushed his face against me and then he slipped down off the bench to kneel on the floor. He let out a tentative lick across me and I let out a moan of approval, stumbling back against the opposite wall.
He moved forwards fast and attacked my pussy with greater fervor. I nodded and moaned, giving him permission to unleash his desires.
Now he opened his mouth wide and really ate me out. His lips enveloped me completely and he stroked his tongue over me in the embrace. I felt him suck on me and my clit inflated with blood. His tongue strummed over it and sent waves of desire rippling through me. He knew exactly how to treat a woman. His twenty extra years gave him the edge over me in that regard.
“Oh, Jake,” I moaned, holding his head on me.
He pushed my leg up at the thigh and flicked his tongue up into my core. I let out a fast moan as he breached my aching O. It was enough to know I wanted more of him.
But I was still so conflicted. I knew it was wrong and it was tough to ignore that. I felt the inner turmoil dampen my arousal. I didn’t know what to do.
“Jake,” I moaned desperately, and then I stumbled off him and fled towards the door.
I put a hand on it and stared back at him where he knelt. I couldn’t make out his expression, but I instantly regretted leaving him there. I paused with my hand on the handle.
“Don’t, Evelyn,” he said, standing. “We can have some real fun in here.”
He walked towards me, and I waited for him to approach. He stood behind me and kissed at my shoulder. My eyes closed when his lips touched me again.
“What kind of fun?” I asked.
“The naughtiest kind.”
He kissed me and then I felt his big cock push up between my ass. I gasped with surprise as he arrived. My hand released the door and reached around to grab his butt and pull him on to me.
His thick cock washed back and forth along my groove, slipping over my O and up along my asshole. I wriggled back against him and relished the sensation of his thickness sandwiched between my toned ass-cheeks.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked. I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted him to make it real.
“I’m going to fuck your ass.”
I let out a whimper as the sinful words caught my ear. They were so assertive. I’d never done anything like that before in my life, but I knew in an instant that I wanted it. We were already headed for hell — we might as well make it worthwhile.
“You wouldn’t,” I teased, pushing back.
He reached down and took a grip of the hilt of his cock. He put his other hand on my shoulder and held me there against the glass door.
“I would,” he said, and he pressed the tip of his cock to my asshole.
I felt myself start to spread. My mouth opened and I let out a gasp.
Jake paused where he was. “The rest is up to you,” he said.
My tits pressed against the warm glass and the condensation ran down in streams, collecting more water along the way.
I breathed deep and closed my eyes. It was decision time. I’d already had his cock in my mouth and there was no coming back from that. Why not go a little further?
“Do it,” I dared, and I pushed back onto him.
The pressure of his cock mounted against me and eventually my muscle relented. The knot widened and Jake pushed through it. I let out a shriek as I felt the painful stretch of him.
He moved a quick inch into my asshole and stayed put. I gasped, trembling. I waited until the pain subsided and then started to push back on him. My ass engulfed him. His cock searched deep and Jake groaned, feeling the pinch of my tight muscle.
“Good girl,” he said, and the plaudits gave me a flutter of butterflies.
I gushed an excited breath and moved back against his hips. I felt the rest of his inches slip inside me and then I felt him against my ass. He reached under me and cupped at my tits, putting his mouth to my neck.
“It’s in your ass,” he said softly.
I giggled and gasped. My asshole tightened around him every time I tensed. I breathed deep and tried to relax — which I can tell you isn’t easy with a cock in your ass.
“Oh, Evelyn,” he whispered, and he started to kiss at my ear and move his hips slowly.
I never thought it possible, but to begin with Jake really did make love to me. Anal sex seemed like such a debauched act that it was tough to ascribe something as sentimental as love to it, but the way he held me and kissed me really made me think differently about it.
The pain eased away and now I could focus on the sensations. His hard cock started to glide through me, and every time he pulled back my asshole hugged him as though it didn’t want to let him go. He pulled at me and pushed into me, and I could feel him in my pussy, pleasuring it from a whole new angle.
“Oh, fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, and he started to get what he desperately wanted.
He fucked me slowly, jerking himself through me and running his hands all around me. He pinched at my nipple and squeezed at my tits, then he ran his hand down the front of my stomach and found my vacant pussy.
“Fuck me!” I whined, and he started to increase his pace.
His fingers got busy on my clit, and I started to breathe deep with him. I could feel the mounting pleasure within me. It rose further when he pushed his hand down and hooked his fingers into my pussy.
“Jake!” I wailed, reaching out to hold something.
He fucked me with two fingers and his cock at once. The alternating sliding of each inside me made me wail out in pleasure. The cries were caught and dulled on the thick steam that hung in the air.
“You deserve this, you naughty slut,” he grunted, and the nature of the encounter changed.
There was nothing loving about the way he fucked me now. He fingers pounded into my pussy, hitting my clit and going as deep as they were able. Likewise, his cock was pounding into me, and he was clapping his hips against my cheeks.
“Jake!” I whined again, and the ensuing gasps gave me away.
“Come for me,” he strained, his jaw tight.
He put all his efforts into making me climax. His fingers pounded my pussy and his cock beat through me with them. The sensations were too much to cope with.
I took a deep breath and held it, shivering as I focused on each stimulus. They all melded into one and in that heady mix of excitement I lost myself.
“Oh, Jake! Fuck meeeee!”
I bent over and pushed back. Jake spun me away from the door and I reached out to push back against the wall. He held my hips as I started to come.
“That’s it,” he told me. “Come for me, that’s it.”
I whined down at the tiled floor, my tits shaking as he continued to fuck me.
My pussy eased out its juices in strings now that he had taken his fingers from me. I felt it contract as the climax rode out and my round muscle pinched around his shaft. Jake must have felt it too.
“You’re gonna make me come doing that,” he said, but it felt like I wasn’t doing much at all.
“Do it,” I dared, looking back over my shoulder with desperate breaths.
He looked me dead in the eye and it really drove the occasion home. To look in Jake’s eyes like that as his cock lay in my ass was an experience unlike any other. I’ve never done it with an older guy before, and I’ve never done it in the ass. To have my friend’s dad be the one was naughtier than I could ever dream.
I hung my head again as Jake ramped things up. He rained a slap down across my ass and I felt its bite soon after. I hissed a breath and then he rubbed the sore cheek. He pushed it aside and stared down at my ass as it swallowed his cock over and over.
“You’re gonna get it, baby,” he told me.
“Please. I want it. Give it me, Jake.”
“You want this cum?”
“I want it!”
“Tell me where, baby. Tell me where. I’m close.”
“Shoot it in my ass, Mr. Rogers” I yelled. Might as well do things properly.
“Good girl,” he said. “Good girl.”
He pumped fast and moaned with each thrust. I felt his cock swell in size and listened as he made noises behind me that I’d never heard from him before. I decided to address him more formally. It gave the dynamic a sinful twist that he seemed to enjoy.
“Give me that cum, Mr. Rogers” I yelled. “Come in my nasty ass! I earned it!”
It truly felt like I deserved the fruits of our labor. All that effort for it to be wasted on the floor didn’t seem right. If I was going to get fucked in the ass for the first time, I wanted to do it properly.
I felt his hands grip tight around me waist. In that moment I was glad that it was Jake that I found in the steam room. I think Brett would have been much more gentlemanly, and I realize now that I didn’t want that.
“Yes!” I gasped, impatient. “Yes! Give me your cum, Mr. Rogers!”
Finally, he let out a long moan and slowed his pace. I waited and then felt the throb of his cock and the heat of his cum. With it came the repeated groans from the depths of his stomach that signified each fresh, hidden rope of cum.
“Give me your cum!” I cried, easing back against him.
He stood still and I rocked back and forth, using my ass to milk the cum from him. It poured into me, and I felt the texture of his shaft change as my asshole circled him. It slipped easier through me now.
“Evelyn,” Jake strained, rubbing at my ass.
I looked back to see him staring down at the source of his pleasure. I rocked back and forth and bit my lip with a smirk.
“Congratulations, Mr. Rogers” I said. “You’ve just filled my ass with cum.”
He let out a short laugh. “I didn’t come here for that, but I think I might in the future.”
I thought of Brett and how awkward things might become, but with Jake’s cock in my ass it was difficult to counter the positives. He felt good, and I didn’t want this to be the last time. I knew that much already. Besides, Brett and I weren’t even at first base.
“You certainly worked one muscle at the gym today,” I smiled.
“Two,” he said, pulling out of my ass and shaking his cock against my gaping hole.
“How does it look?” I asked.
Jake held a hand on my ass and stared at the cum-spattered hole. “Beautiful.”
I shook my head and tried not to giggle. I had to keep reminding myself that it was my Jake staring down and complimenting my cum-filled ass. It just didn’t feel real.
I stood up and turned to face him. My ass pinched shut and trapped his hot seed inside me. I looked up at his face and thought about kissing him. My fingers tickled at his cum-slicked cock.
I looked down instead and found myself in the strangest of predicaments. I was too bashful to kiss his mouth, but the idea of putting his cock back in my mouth felt suddenly appealing. I got to my knees in front of him and didn’t look up.
“Oh, Evelyn,” was all he said as I took up his cock and put it back in my mouth.
I sucked along him lovingly, bringing some finality to the act. I could taste his bittersweet seed on him. It was like salted caramel.
Eventually I looked up to see him staring down adoringly.
“You’re something else,” he said.
I smiled and let his cock fall from my mouth. It was half stiff now but looking beautiful, nonetheless.
I stayed there on my knees submissively, staring up at him. I put a face to his strong thigh and held his leg.
The steam pumped into the room and blanketed us. No amount of fog could hide the sin of what we’d done, but I’d do it all again in a heartbeat. To feel his cock explode inside me like that felt like a privilege that most women are too coy to experience. I was happy I’d let go. I was happy that Jake could give me that.
THE END
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