delectabledeviants: Daddy’s friend smelled so good. An expensive cologne. A certain aura about him.
delectabledeviants: Daddy’s friend smelled so good. An expensive cologne. A certain aura about him. Whenever he looked at her, she blushed. Whenever he spoke to her, she felt her princess parts tingling. She knew the thoughts were wrong, but caught her mind wandering. She should be thinking of boys her own age, not much older men, no matter how handsome they were.And yet when everyone left for lunch, she made her excuses, saying she wasn’t feeling well. Knowing on the one hand that she’d be unable to eat, to concentrate around him in the restaurant.Instead she found herself in the spare room, laying on his bed. The smell of his musk, his after-shave on the pillow. Almost subconsciously her dress had ridden up, and she was touching at her sodden knickers. Gasping, she realised how many days she’d been forcing these thoughts out of her mind. Quickly sliding off her knickers, breathing in deeply, rubbing her wanton cunt imagining him watching her, going down on her, fucking her.And yet suddenly there were noises downstairs, moving up the stairs. If the door unlocks it’s him. And there he was, standing in the doorway, eyes devouring her.She knew he couldn’t do anything, he had too much cache with her father, she was much, much too young. She blushed, hid her self in the pillow - which still smelled so good - and pushed herself to climax, biting down hard on the pillow as she shivered and shook against her fingertips.He moved away, went downstairs, soon her parents arrived. They’d had an argument in the car, were distant from one another in the house. She could barely look at Daddy’s friend, and yet when she did his eyes destroyed her. As her own gaze lowered amidst this brand new blush, she saw him throbbing in his suit. The clear outline of a very long, very hard cock.She wanted to play again, and clearly so did he. Nothing could happen - at all - everything was forbidden, and yet. This tension in the air was deliciously dark and lustrous. It terrified her, and yet made her clit throb again for attention.As she made her excuses and returned back upstairs, once again under the guise of not feeling great, she wondered if he would retire for the night. As she lay on her own bed she wondered if he’d find his way into her room later that night, or if perhaps she should visit his.And if she did if she’d find him teasing that long, hard cock, wracked with as much guilt as sin, and if she’d see him cumming hard all over his hand, his shaft, his tummy. The thought drove her wild. How brave was she willing to be? -- source link