Kinky Sex Stories fun with my BFF’s dad

Dear Perverts, I hope you had a great New Year’s Eve. I’ve been playing catch up with you and it seems some of you have some kinky sex stories to play out from the time you spent cooped up with your family…well, I’ve got one for you.

 

New Year’s Day I have dinner with my friend Caitlyn and her family.

 

Now, I promise I didn’t show up in a trench coat and nothing else. I was a good girl – jeans, no cleavage, nothing too clingy, I actually wore a bra for a change, easy on the makeup and hair. I was on my very best behavior. But for some reason, Cait’s dad Harry was still watching me like a hawk and hanging on my every word at dinner. We’re not kids anymore, but I think he has memories of me as a college girl tanning with Cait on their patio. The time my dress ripped at her wedding. Shit like that. His attention was daring me to stay on my best behavior.

 

To be honest, I’m attracted to Harry.

 

He’s got a dark sense of humor and surprisingly good taste in music. He dresses pretty sexy for a dad. I mean it doesn’t take much for me, but the thought has crossed my mind before. He’s pretty hot. I just never thought he would be the subject of kinky sex stories involving my best friend….well, sort of.

 

We got pretty drunk at dinner and Cait’s parents invited me to stay.

 

Just like when we were 20, we crawled into her big, comfy childhood bed. I’m in a borrowed t-shirt and my panties. Caitlyn and I giggle in bed for a little while and she drunkenly drifts off to sleep. I’m laying in bed, warm and comfortable, starting to drift. I feel fingers running through my hair. I open my eyes and Harry is kneeling at my side, his eyes piercing me with desire. He says nothing and I say nothing. His hands glide down and he cups my tit in his hand. I see his cock jump in his pajama pants as he circled my nipple with his thumb. His daughter is passed out on the bed right next to me. The risk just heightens my arousal in my kinky sex stories.

 

As he feels me up, I start to finger myself underneath the covers.

 

I watch him pull his cock out and start to stroke it while he touches me. I just watch him silently and he watches me. He slides his hand down to feel my swollen, wet pussy. I feel him shudder as his fingers slide up and down my hungry slit. Then finally, he says something.

 

He leans right into my ear and asks me, “do you want to get that gorgeous mouth fucked?”

 

I nod my head yes and roll over onto my stomach. His hand is underneath the covers, fingers buried deep in my pussy, rubbing my g-spot. I let him guide his big, thick cock into my mouth and take control. Using my tongue, I tease every inch as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, sometimes going very deep, nearly choking me. I reach out with my hand and squeeze his balls and he takes me by the back of the neck, trying to control his stroke so he doesn’t wake his sweet daughter while fucking her best friend’s mouth.

 

His cock is like steel in my mouth, it’s so hard.

 

It’s making my pussy twitch and swells with the building climax. I can’t make any noise, but he feels my body tense and clench against his fingers and the juice from my orgasm fills his hand and he thrusts deep into my mouth and I taste that salty, sweet, slightly bitter cum as his cock throbs inside my mouth and swallow every last drop. He collapses onto the floor for a moment and then quietly returns to his wife. I cover my soaked pussy with my panties again and drift off to sleep with the taste of his seed in my mouth, thinking this might be one of my kinkiest of kinky sex stories and I must not ever tell my friend.

 

The next morning, tell Caitlyn I have to work and I sneak out before breakfast.

 

Later that day I get a text from her saying, “You must have been drunker than I thought, you drooled all over your pillow”. I laughed and told her I was out like a light and I’m still a little hungover. Hungover from a big shot of your dad’s cum, Cait. But you don’t have to know that.

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