nakeddoors: (i had a lovely request for some older man/young girl posts, and this spilled out) Dad&r
nakeddoors: (i had a lovely request for some older man/young girl posts, and this spilled out) Dad’s Best Friend Cassie would quietly shiver and melt a little bit whenever her father’s best friend, Paul, spoke to her directly. More often than not, when it came to his sweet words and his deeply pointed looks, blushing was the teen’s only response. No males anywhere near her age had that kind of effect on her breath and her wobbly insides. Paul was a perfect gentleman to her at all times, but there was something about his subtle, virile presence that set Cassie’s bones to vibrating whenever she even thought of him. Of course, the fateful night that she dared to include Paul in a wild masturbation fantasy, she almost couldn’t stop cumming once she hit her first climax. And now that she was a year or so past the age of hot consent, she found that her Dad’s best buddy still made her head spin and her panties weep even more intensely. Cassie realized that she wasn’t just dreaming anymore. She wanted the lewd, wet reality. She’d catch herself these days almost not letting go of his hugs, while secretly dying to feel his warm lips on the unscathed softness of her willing neck. If she went any further with those thoughts in close moments, she’d worry that he might hear her hungry, young pussy walls salivating. One night, when Paul came to visit, and Dad was stuck in hellish traffic, Cassie finally found herself alone with the older man of her dirty dreams. He hadn’t seen her in awhile, and as he opened his arms to embrace her, he couldn’t help but tell her with an emphatic compliment, just how beautifully she was blossoming as a woman. The sound of those words slipping from his lips, penetrating her consciousness with that lustrous deep voice of his, made her hold onto him a little tighter, and this time she didn’t let go. She prayed that he would touch her in some way, and he did, with a very loving caress to her hair and cheek. It made her sigh and look up at him, though where she found the courage to do so, even she didn’t know. That one look in this tenuous tangle shifted everything. He could see the desire in her eyes and feel her feverish need against his body so clearly, and that caused a crack in the wall of his own hidden, carnal cache. He’d obviously had a few lingering erotic visions running amok in his own fantasy world about this best friend’s daughter, but because of who she was, he never imagined they could or would come to pass. Now, in this wordless moment, they both knew. She dared to reach up and run her fingers through his premature gray locks, and she surprised them both by rising up swiftly on her tiptoes to kiss him. It was brief and warm, and it tasted like ambrosia to her. She wanted him to taste more of her, take more of her, hell, take all of her right then and there. He stumbled for a moment, “Cassie… I,..” “I know” she whispered with a tremble.“I just wanted to. For a really long time. I love Daddy, but…I… you…” She clutched him again. There was a long beat of seeming nothing, but when he wrapped his arms about her, and held her fiercely in return, they could both sense what would happen from there. And in their secret hearts of hearts, they had just shed their clothes and were already walking hand in hand into a sizzling wet dream made just for them. They spoke in shorthand with the clock ticking. “If we do..: he said, and she finished his sentence. "I know, Dad can never know.” Paul was near shivering himself, both from this gorgeous, young fantasy in his arms, and with the concern that he might ruin her and a long friendship in a careless moment. “Are you sure, Cass?” She simply smiled and nodded, then tilted her head up to him as if to say, “Please kiss me now”. He must have heard her pleading prayer, because he did just that. It was long and deep, slow and studied. By the time they broke, their body temperatures had both risen and his heady masculine scent was now permanently embedded in her consciousness. When he could focus, he said firmly, “No more here, okay?”, as he touched her cheek and looked deep inside of her. She nodded her assent with watery, smiling eyes, anxious for later to be here already. Half of her wanted to run upstairs and jump on the bed shrieking for joy. It meant there would be more, elsewhere. Paul always stayed at hotels on these business visits, and now Cassie’s panties were sopping wet with the very idea of having him all to herself, naked and unbridled. She never slept that night after he left. Instead, she made herself cum endlessly, lost in a string of dirty scenarios with Paul, anticipating what was soon to erupt between them. On a night they could both manage before his return home, he took her to dinner in a discreet, out of the way place, with wine and whispers and touches under the table. He asked her pointed things to be sure this wasn’t a trigger to an emotional time bomb waiting to go off. When he was as certain as he could be that she knew exactly what she was doing with him, then nothing would hold him back either. They cabbed it to his hotel, and on the way he asked, “What did you tell your Dad?” “I’m at my girlfriend’s house, and yes she knows I am out all night "with a boy”. She giggled at the thought. “Dad would call my cell directly if he needs me for something.” As they reached his hotel, he handed her a room key and whispered the number. He said he’d be up in a minute. He had one business call to finish. Besides it would look better if they went up separately. She loved the mystique of the ploy, and she kissed him excitedly before exiting the cab. By the time his key slid into the lock, she was leaning against the wall by the door, breathless, with weak knees and half-drenched undies. He closed the door behind him, tossed his coat, kissed her hard against the wall, then he stepped back and away from her much to her dismay. He smiled when he saw the hurt look on her face and gently said, “I just want to give you one more moment to be sure, Cassie. Think about this, okay? My age. My friendship with your dad? Last chance to change your mind. If we do this, there’s no holding back, no going back and no regrets.” She walked to him, wrapped her entire being around him and said, “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” She tilted her head up once more, and they kissed slowly, this time with blatant sexual intent. “Good.” he replied. “Now you’re all mine. Every inch of your gorgeousness; mine for the tasting, mine for the taking. No escape, Cassandra.” Those words, and her full name spoken with a hint of wicked lust in it made her pussy moan and drool. She bit his ear and whispered, “Just take me. Fuck me, please.” She blushed hard at her own brazenness. “I want to do everything with you. Please? With a sly grin on his face, he lifted her up, and tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. As he moved them to the king-sized bed, he flipped her skirt up and playfully paddled her sweet perfect bottom, teasing her about “being such a naughty little girl”. Her squeals and giggles told him that nothing in this moment made her happier. The Bed When he put her down next to the bed, he took her face in his hands, he said, “I was hoping you were.” Before she could reply, his hand was under her skirt, and his touch made her eyelids flutter and her breathing pause. He grinned at the dew point of her panties. “Mmmmm, that tells me everything I need to know.” He stopped once more, just as she was about to lose herself in him, and once again, he leaned back and made her look into his eyes. “Are you a…? Is this your first time?” he asked softly. “No” she blushed hard, “I’ve had sex a couple of times. But it wasn’t very…good.” He smiled warmly. “I just wanted to know if I needed to go more gently. And as for not being good, well… let’s change that, shall we?” She nearly crumpled at the thought. He knelt before her and began to unbutton her blouse, following his deft fingers with warm, supping kisses. When her petite breasts were bared, he worshipped them to the point where she never even felt her panties being slipped to her ankles until he moved her to step out of them. His rapt devouring had her latching on to his shoulders for balance, and gripping his locks when she looked down to find herself completely naked with her right nipple being softly tugged in his teeth, and those smoldering eyes of his peering up at her. Her breath hovered. “Are you ready?” he asked with a soft, wicked smile. Her eyes watered. She was already near begging. She bit her lip and nodded her head for the go sign. “No holding back now, Cassandra.” Before she could respond, he spun her around to face away from him, toppled her upper torso toward the mattress, and with a gentle but very strong push, opened her legs so that her shy but needy holes were splayed for the plundering. She felt him plying her inner thighs with kisses and nips and licks, in between his lush commentary. “Cassie, do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” He never gave her time to respond with anything other than a startled moan when his invading tongue and toying fingers began to play hide and seek in both of her inlets. Cassie froze with an audible gasp when Paul’s finger first knocked on her back door with its gentle nudge. He could tell this was new to her senses, so he pulled it back for a moment, kissed the flexing arc of her perfect bottom, and said, “I promise you, if this is done right, you’ll see fireworks when you cum.” Then he whispered “And… I know how to do this right.” From what little had passed between them already, she had no doubt in that moment. She managed to reply in a hoarse whisper, “Do it, please.” Her eyes rolled back into her head when she felt his tongue invade her surrendering anus, his fingers furthering her ascent with the clit nuzzling and the tugging of her pubic bone from within. Cassie had never had so many hot zones revved up at one time, even when she played with herself. And the only reason she hadn’t flown off into the ether yet was that Paul kept intently interrupting her speeding trajectory for a purpose - adding gentle bites to her inner thighs and ass cheeks, suckles and shivery feather-flicks to her completely swollen clitoris, and when he brought out the surprise clit and ass spanks, they both shocked her and revved her up even further. And just as she considered begging him to take her to the moon, he told her in a low whispered growl how he couldn’t wait to drive his cock balls deep into her lithe, wet body, and pile-drive her sweet, beautiful cunt until she turned to screaming jello. When the timing was right and she was near tears with her wanton fever, he tripped her triggers, sent her soaring, and would not let her come down until she was clutching the sheets, calling out his and God’s names, and passing her third or fourth peaks before collapse. When her face was buried in the bedspread, wondering what fuck storm just hit her, he softly lapped away at the luscious mess he had made of her while adding more lush commentary. “That was stunning, Cassandra. We need to make sure you have more of those. Would you like that?’ He heard her muffled “Oh my fucking goooooood”, then he slid onto the bed with her and pulled the shivering girl into his arms, kissing her face as she clung to him, never wanting to let go. He whispered with a hot tease “That’s just starters, babydoll.” Something about that promise of more hit her sodden core, and opened up her own lust’s portal. She reached down to feel his still clad, thickly rigid cock, stroked it softly, and if she could speak, she would have simply said, “Mine.” She also wanted to say “Just fuck me with this hot monster until I can’t walk”, but all she could finally whimper was “This. Now. Pleeeease.” He quipped back with a sweet laugh “I thought you’d never ask.”She pulled at the zipper and soon his big, beautiful ready-to-ride phallus was naked and in her unrelenting grip. She slid down his torso to show him a few things she’d learned along the way, and in no time, it was Paul’s eyes that were fluttering as this stunning little nymphette plied his cock with the sweetest oral attention he’d had in ages. When she looked up at him with a mouthful of his swollen sex between her lips, he stared back and mouthed the words “So. Fucking. Beautiful.” Paul soon lifted Cassie back up like a little doll, and puled her into this lap, tugging her hips right to his. His thick, heated erection was rolling against her clit, and her nipples were being tickled by the hair on his sculpted chest. His hands were studying the arch of her spine as those eyes of his kissed her long before his lips did again. Once more, Paul lifted Cassie up from his lap like she was weightless, guided his slippery cockhead right to her drooling cunt’s entryway, and before making another move, he whispered closely in her ear, "You have no idea how long i’ve dreamed of this.” Before Cassie could respond, Paul dropped her body onto his cock spike, and suddenly, words were impossible for Cassie to form; there were only dirty, blissful, ravenous sounds. They rocked and fucked one another face to face, until she was so full with him, she could feel his balls kissing her bouncing ass cheeks. Their eyes stayed locked and only broke now and then when the feral sensations stole their focus away. He lifted her off the bed, and stood in a wide stance, then hoisted and dropped her back down onto his pummeling cock again and again in fierce rhythms. Her nails ripped at his shoulders as his fingers niggled into her tiny asshole’s grip to set off another rippling orgasmic wave for the head-spun girl. They continued to fuck for seeming ever after that, in every conceivable position, all through the night. Cassie lost count of her orgasms, as Paul honored the promise he made to her in dirty talk, to make her “cum on every piece of furniture in the room”. By the time they both were ready to pass out, Cassie had Paul’s jettisoned seed running from every crevice, sprayed across her curves, and snaking down the wanton smirk in her gurgling throat. Cassie knew that Paul had to fly back home the next morning, so she never meant to sleep. But when they did slip into a brief slumber, he was still pulsing inside of her blissfully fucked body, and she was burrowed into the warm, welcoming curve of his neck. This was a place she never wanted to leave. The Morning After Cassie woke in a momentary panic. The bed was empty, but her ears soon caught the sound of running water in the bathroom. Paul had heard her first gasp, and called out to her to calm her fears. With that, the wash of warmth and lust and carnal sense memory made her plop back down onto the pillow and run her hands all over her skin, which was exquisitely marinated in their blended sex. As her fingers grazed her clitoris and felt that happy soreness everywhere, she knew she needed more. She jumped from the bed and ran naked into the bathroom. She wrapped herself about Paul’s torso from behind, kissing the back of his ribcage and softly whispering “I don’t want you to go.” Paul rinsed his face from his shave, then turned and picked Cassie up and plopped this vibrant, naked treasure before him on the marble counter. “I have to go today, Cassie.” He kissed her slowly. “But… if you’re a good girl, and don’t tell your Daddy I’m coming back, we can meet here on the weekend. This weekend. All weekend. How’s that?” Cassie was so excited, she gripped his body and bit his chest, her heels spurring his firm, toweled bottom into her. “I still don’t want you to go, but, ooooh…. that makes it way fucking better.” She pulled him down to kiss her and as they feasted on each other anew, she tugged the towel from his hips and grabbed his rising cock, stroking and purring and making it clear she wasn’t about to let go. "Once more, pleeeease.” She could tell he wanted to, but his flight clock was ticking. She wriggled her hips to the edge of the counter and made sure her slippery pink pussy lips slipped over and enveloped his swelling tip. Before he could decide yea or nay, she pushed herself off the marble edge and down onto his shaft. He was hard putty in her cunt’s embrace, and she never stopped moving as she taunted him with a bravado that she barely recognized in herself. “Don’t you wanna give a little girl a good hard fuck for the road, mister?’ He knew he was beaten, so he smiled and asked, “Shower?” "No” she replied with certainty. “Here” She rolled her hips with a naughty whisper, “I like the mirrors.” Paul would miss the first plane out, and it wouldn’t be the last time that would happen. Cassie, emboldened by her dreamfuck night, texted her new, older lover later that evening. “I want to learn dirty things, kinky things with you. Teach me everything you know and like. Please. Lesson 1 Friday night. xoxo Your Cassandra. PS. I’m soaked with the thought of you, and what we’ll do.” Paul would wonder in that moment just how far he would go with her this first weekend. God knows he had a huge bag of obscene tricks to share with her. And it would come as no surprise to him that she would have a few wild things to teach him as well along the way. -- source link