I let my best friend’s dad fuck me

Josie’s dad came for the weekend. You’d think that I’d have to give up being a slut and be civil while he was staying with us, but you’d be wrong. Josie set him up in the guest room and after she left I struck.

I went and stood in the doorway welcoming him. He was polite and kind as he unpacked his suitcase. He was tall and slender and his hair had gone completely gray but was still thick enough to grab. I felt that hunger inside me and I knew I had to have him.

I sat on the bed, looking into his suitcase. He looked at me and I could see he saw right through me, it was like he could read my mind and knew exactly what I wanted to do.

“Maybe after dinner we can have a drink and you can tell me about what you do for work,” he said. I said sure despite the fact that my current occupation just happens to be major slut.

Josie made dinner and we all ate at the table, a rare occurrence for the household. It was so weird to be pretending to be people we’re not. Josh had fucked me on that table and now we had to pretend that didn’t happen. I’m not very good at pretending to be anything but I held my tongue. Her dad kept shooting me looks all night and I wondered if he was thinking about what he was going to do to me.

After dinner I poured two drinks and took them straight to his room. I had put on a little white dress for dinner, a sundress that was as thin as paper. When I walked in his eyes took me in, his eyes resting on my nipples that were hard and poking against the fabric.

I gave him the drink and sat beside him on the bed, our legs touching. After a few moments, he slid his hand over my thigh, his fingers teasing the hem of my dress.

“It’s really nice to have you over,” I said, smiling at him. I knew for a fact Josie’s parents were divorced and he didn’t have any hang ups or women waiting for him at home. Even if he did I wouldn’t care, but it wouldn’t have been so easy to reel him in.

It was easy peasy as I laid back on the bed and giggled that the whiskey I had poured was so strong.

“You must really know how to treat a woman,” I said.

Before I knew it he was over me, kissing me. His hands moved up and down my body. His tongue pressed into my mouth. He tasted like whiskey.

I sighed as his hands moved up my thighs, brushing against sensitive skin as he teased his way up my thighs. I parted my legs, beckoning him closer. He kissed down my throat and between my breasts in the low neck of my dress. The dress was loose and it was too easy for him to pull the tie holding the top part up off my neck. My tits fell out and his mouth was on them instantly, kissing and sucking my nipple into his mouth. He groaned against my tits, his cock pressing against my thigh through his pants.

He pulled my dress off my body and teased my panties down my hips. He threw my legs over his shoulders and licked my pussy. His stubble tickled my inner thighs as he lapped at my pussy, tasting me. I squirmed on his face, begging for more as he teased my clit. He sat up and unzipped his pants. His pubic hair was still dark except for the trail from his navel which had grayed. I spread my knees and he settled between my thighs. His cock teased my pussy but not for long. He couldn’t wait to get inside of me. He pushed into me, his cock throbbing against my walls as he pressed deep inside of me.

I gasped, our foreheads touching. He looked like Josie, they had the same eyes and the same nose. I thought about the times I had ridden Josie’s face and felt that nose against my clit. It sent a shiver down my spine.

However, the cock inside of me was completely new and I was right, he did know how to treat a woman. He pounded into me, grinding his hips and kissing me as he did. His hands moved down my arms, grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the mattress above my head. I could barely catch my breath. He kept pumping into me, his mouth pressing sloppy kisses to my lips.

“Oh yes,” I gasped. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

He pounded into me harder.

I threw my head back and cried out as I came. I squirted as I came, something that has been happening way more lately. I must be getting some really good sex recently. He smiled and said he was always proud when he made a woman squirt.

He kept pounding into me, smiling like a fool from the boost in his ego. He slammed into me and groaned as he came. I smiled as he filled me up, his hips pumping against mine to make sure I got every drop.

He pulled out and rolled off me, laying beside me.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t tell Josie,” he said quietly.

“We’re not that close,” I lied. “I won’t tell her a thing.”

“I’m here for the rest of the week,” he said, rolling over to throw an arm over me. He held me close, his face pressed to my throat.

“Is that an invitation?” I asked.

“More like a demand.”

I smiled. Even better.