"Take it off." He jerked at the laced thong I had on.
I instantly shoved my hands into the sides of the pant's waistband as I dragged it off me without hesitation. He grabbed it off my hand before I could toss it on the floor.
I watched him took the fabric in for a long sniff. "You smell so good, Little bird." His tone moaned out as he buried his nose deeper into the material stained with my pussy juice.
Fuck that's so hot.
Seconds later his attention crawled back to me, to my exposed vagina in front of him. A hungry look in his eyes.
"Tell me you want my fingers deep in you," he demanded as his palm lowered back against my pulsing cunt, he teased at me as he ran a quick rub of his fingers over the drenched skin.
"I want your fingers deep inside of me, please." I obeyed in a pleading tone, not sure of what I pleaded for, but very certain of my sexual excitement and overwhelming lust for him.
"Who am I to you, Little bird?"
He slid a finger into my pussy, raw and indecent as he began pushing in and out, fast and rough. He thrusted in a steady pace.
An heated sensation pinned instantly at my soul, my body, every inch of who I am. My lips slipped open eliciting gasps and uneven breaths as his middle finger continuously work in and out of my pussy.
"Answer me, Gina. Who?"
He added another finger, pushing it in so deep before he relaxed his thumb right over my clit. He rubbed on it incisively, simultaneously wiggling the two fingers he had stuck in me.
"Fuck!!!!" Pleasure pulsed through my veins, drawing deep at every corner of my system.
"You're my father's best friend, yes!" I cried out, the buzz unbearable and constantly a fire to endure. "A father figure to me!"
He quit massaging my clit, and brought out the two fingers he had stick inside my cunt.
"You're a mess, Little bird." He remarked as he slapped on the surface of my vagina, the sound of his palm hitting on my pussy juices told me exactly what he meant with that comment of his.
I am indeed a mess, a whole mess for him to ruin, to use as he pleases at the moment. Anything that gets me the reality of the dreams I've always had.
"At the moment, I'm not your father figure. I'm the guy who you've dreamt of fucking more times than I can count right?" He suddenly pinched at a small flesh out of my pussy.
And a painful moan escaped before I could push it back. That was a mixture of pain and pleasure, a balanced sensation.
"Right?" He repeated the same action.
"Yes," I moaned out painfully, no idea what game he was playing or trying to play.
"From now on, I'll be your sex daddy. Do you agree to become Daddy's sexy plaything?" His thumb drove into my pussy uncalled, nudging at a sensitive layer as a whole new flutter of pleasure crashed at my system.
I hummed out a yes, nodding my head as I bit hard on my lower lips while a moan stifled out.
"Use your words, Little bird." He brought out the thumb only to repeat the same process harder and faster.
"Yes yes yes. I accept to be your plaything, daddy." For some reason, that came out sexier than it should.
"Daddy is gonna eat you out now, and make you cum? Do you want that?" He quizzed while his body stooped down between my legs, his face still very much meters away from my parted thighs.
"I want it, please."
It genuinely feels like I was dying. I wanted more and less of what he's giving me right now. More in the sense of how it makes me feel, and less of the torment.
The torment, that even somehow still makes me feel a way I wouldn't totally be against if he decides to explore such.
The way he had pinched the flesh around my pussy the other time. A bittersweet ecstasy.
Two hands wedge at my thighs and I watched his head fell in between. His tongue rolled over my cunt, slick and precise.
My head threw back in a charged exhilaration. Oh God. Oh my fucking God.
He doesn't just lick around the spot, he'd push the tip of his tongue in, let it flick around before he'd lick all around and then suck on my clit, biting at my nerves high and without control.
"Urghhhhh...." I'd become a whimpering mess. Unable to keep it within myself. He ate me out like I was his favorite meal to devour, like he's starved and desperate.
I suddenly felt a bang knocked into my head. Cold and vicious, another bang settled in and a voice filtered through my consciousness.
My eyes steered awake. Ears pricked from the knock repeatedly slamming at my door.
I groaned, "Who is that?" I yelled out in a sluggish tone.
Gosh this is hell. I bursted into invisible tears as I brought up my palms to clean my face. I was so fucking close!
"I'm leaving and I thought I should check in on you before going, are we good?" My father's voice rang loud from outside my room.
"Bye!" I screamed back at him, groaning hard as I rubbed on my temples.
I heard his footsteps receded and the sound of a dragging suitcase.
Another day, another torture of what it's like being in love and lust with my father's best friend. Today's dream about him would've been perfect as usual if my dad hadn't interrupted.
He just had to drop a knock just when I was about to cum. Ugh!
At least he's gone. It's finally me alone with my doom.
What could go wrong?