Ashley’s younger sister and mine are best friends. Ashley and I aren’t that close but since our sisters are almost inseparable we hang out a lot too. I don’t mind, mostly because I have a serious crush on Ashley’s dad. He’s older but I don’t care, I can’t stop fantasizing about him. I do my best to get his attention. Whenever we go to their house I wear low cut tops and short skirts so that if I bend over he can see whatever he wants. I’ve caught him checking me out a few times, and I can just imagine the raging hard-on he gets looking at my sweet young body.
Ashley says that her mom has been a super bitch lately. A couple months ago I clearly interrupted an argument between her parents, but I can’t understand what she has to be unhappy about - He’s so PERFECT! I knew if I was patient, with all the tension, I would eventually get what I wanted, and that’s the chance to show Ashley’s daddy exactly how he makes me feel. He gives me butterflies in my stomach and sends shivers down my spine that don’t stop until they hit my pussy, making it so wet that it twitches with excitement.
He picked my sister and me up for a sleepover at their house, and as I climbed into the backseat he smiled and winked at me. I tried not to get too turned on since he might not have meant anything by it, but then when I was putting on my lipgloss I saw him watching me in the rear view mirror. He was looking at my lips like he couldn’t wait to lick and suck them. I decided tonight was a good night to try and get what I wanted.
Bedtime couldn’t come fast enough. I waited to hear Ashley’s light snoring before I silently crept downstairs and saw the light on in his study. I was wearing a long sleeved oversized jersey from the college that he graduated from and it came about an inch below my pussy. He was sitting behind his desk in a t shirt and loose shorts. I could feel his eyes dance over the cute panties I flashed him with every step I took across the floor to his chess set. I sat down on the floor in front of the fireplace and set the chess set on a coffee table that sat in front of the roaring fire. “I can’t sleep, chess is boring right? That might get me yawning, do you wanna teach me?” I ask him coyly.
He is leaning forward on his elbows with his hands clasped over his chin, but his eyes are drilling into me. “Chess is not boring” he replied as he smiled and started walking across the room, showing me the hard cock that was dying to break free of his shorts. “It requires patience, planning, and imagination” he sits across the game board. “I have a fantastic imagination” I say with my sexiest smile. He chuckles “I have no doubt of that”.
He quickly explains the rules and says “Just start playing, I’ll tell you if you make a wrong move”. This gets me really hot and wet. I wonder if he’s talking about the game or my desire to jump on his lap and ride the big dick he has for me. I decide to take it slow and let it build until he gives me a solid green light.
“By the way, a bet is usually mandatory in chess” he says as he moves a pawn. “What are we playing for then” I say making the same move. “What do you want” He asks with his eyes locked onto mine. “What are you offering” I ask, he’s still being too vague. “You can have anything your little heart desires” he says smiling. I blurt out “I want to kiss you”. My heart is pounding so hard I’m sure he can hear it. I wait for a response, but I get nothing as he moves another pawn.
I don’t know what to do, so I keep playing trying to ignore how awkward I feel. I actually do know how to play, my grandpa was an amazing chess player. So when he moves his knight, leaving his bishop exposed I notice the giant error. He stands up and moves behind me to gently stoke the fire. I shift on my knees to face him with a very confused look on my face. “I have you in three with that move” I say with a laugh. “I guess we know who’s gonna win now don’t we?” he says as he gently strokes my soft golden hair.
Finally, the signal that everything I’m feeling can come gushing out just like the sweet juices running out of my tight slit right now. I reach up for his waistband and slide it down releasing his gorgeous shaft. I don’t want to take his shorts down in case we get interrupted by someone in the house so I tuck his waistband behind his balls and gently palm them while my other hand grabs the base of his swollen dick. His head is already dripping that sweet precum I’ve been dreaming of tasting and we both softly moan as I lick it off. His breathing is getting heavy and his hand is tightly twisted into my long hair, which gets my nipples rock solid. I start licking and kissing the head of his cock that continues to drip that sweet honey and I can’t get enough.
I look up his body and find his eyes again. “You said you wanted a kiss” he pants. I continue licking and kissing up and down his shaft between my words “Uh-huh….I know…but….I didn’t say where”. I see a broad smile across his face as he says “You’re a bad girl”. This turns me on mercilessly as I start stroking his wet cock and massaging his balls while nodding my head in agreement. He continues “and I’m a very bad daddy, but you feel so good”. I giggle “You’re not my daddy so it’s ok, but I wish you were, because then I could do this everyday”.
I take my hand off of his cock and open my mouth wide and slide my lips down his shaft completely, milking every inch down my throat with my tongue. I see the sensation send goose bumps across his stomach and he slams his hand onto the fireplace mantle so hard everything on it bounces. He can hardly breathe or finish a statement “Oh my fuckin…Mikayla you…baby so…good…you’re so good to me”. The tone in his voice is so sexy, I have to touch myself.
I continue to stroke him behind his balls, keeping pace with how I’m stroking my wet pussy. He starts to guide my head up and down his rod with his fistful of my hair. I stare into his eyes trying to tell him how many times I’ve thought about this, when I’m alone in bed cumming so hard for him. He inhales deeply and his mouth drops open, I can feel his balls swell up and that big load starts to pump up his rock solid stick. I massage that sweet spot between his balls as his hot creamy cum rolls down my throat. The soft sounds he is making sends my first two fingers sliding in and out of my cunt fast and furiously while my pending orgasm builds.
In one smooth move he grabs my chin, lifts his cock out of my mouth, leans me back against a chair, and tugs my panties down and off my ankles. He strokes the side of my jaw and slides his other hand up my thigh. I spread my wet lips open for him and he looks down at my glistening box. “So beautiful” he whispers. Our eyes snap to the hallway as we hear a door slide open upstairs. He slides his wet, half hard unit back under his waistband and I start checking under the furniture, but I can’t find my panties. We assume our position back at the chess board while I tug the jersey down as far as I can in my lap.
His wife is covered from head to toe in a hideous flannel gown as she enters the study. She yawns and mutters “What are you doing up”. He keeps his eyes on the chess board. “Watching internet porn” he says flatly. She looks like she’s about to scream all sorts of things at him so I laugh and say “I couldn’t sleep” hoping she won’t fight with him in front of her house guest and more importantly, that she can’t smell the sex in the air. “hmmm” she twists her face at me “You don’t seem the chess type”. He asks sarcastically “What? Not the patient, imaginative type, or too dumb to figure it out”. I laugh nervously “Well, I am blonde” I joke. “That’s not what I meant and you both know it” she seems frustrated “I want you both in bed, it’s late” she barks and starts to leave. “Yes sir, just after she wins, sir” he says in a mock military dissent. The sigh and eye roll she leaves with tell me he’s gonna get an earful when he gets to their bedroom. My heart breaks when he stands up and puts out the fire. I don’t want this to end, I’ve waited so long.
I keep looking around and say “I don’t want you to get in trouble later, but I can’t find my panties”. He walks over to his desk and twirls my lacy panties around his finger “I know, finders keepers” he tosses them in a drawer and locks it while throwing me the same wink I saw earlier getting into his car. He walks back to me and says “We’d better get upstairs before Voldemort starts throwing spells at us…” he reaches out his hands to help me off the floor and makes no attempt to hide his eyes wandering all over my swollen pussy. “…even though I really want to finish you off right now”. “Me too” I sigh.
He slides my two sticky fingers into his mouth and thoroughly cleans every trace of my cunt from them. He ushers me upstairs, but I don’t hear him follow. I turn around to find him staring at me from the bottom of the stairs, he twirls his finger in a circle instructing me to turn back around. My clit jerks back to life as I imagine him burning my naked body into his memory as I continue to walk up his stairs commando. He bounds up the stairs after me and puts a hand on my hip pushing his once again rock hard cock against my lower back. I want him so bad I can feel my sweet juices drip down my thigh. I open Ashley’s bedroom door, turn and kiss him on the cheek with a sly “Good night Daddy”. “Good Night Sweetness” he smiles back and disappears into the cold master bedroom.
We're invited to go camping with them next weekend…. Voldemort isn’t coming :)
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