I Secretly Fucked My Best Friend’s Dad – #Erotica

My best friend's dad gave me two years of hot cock and extra cash!

“What’s my deepest, darkest secret, you ask?  I'll tell you if you promise to keep it a secret.”  I whispered into the microphone to my listeners, who had no idea who I was but loved hearing my Secret Sex Stories podcast.  I found it was freeing to share my darkest fantasies in total anonymity.  My listeners and followers have grown tremendously over the last year.  And after I shared the story about how I used to fuck my best friend’s dad earlier in my journey, the viewership positively exploded!  I loved watching the numbers, the likes, and the comments.  I loved knowing men from everywhere were probably grabbing their cocks and jerking off to my sexual podcast episodes that contained all my secrets of the past.  I do also love thinking about the days, not all that long ago, when I began fucking my best friend’s dad; we did it because that is what we both needed but for different reasons at the time.  Also, if I am completely honest, I always had a big crush on him anyway, so when he wanted to fuck me and make me his sugar baby, it was really a no-brainer for me.  If you would like to hear about it, stick around!

“Hi, Mr. Benson!  I’m going to be out of here in just a minute!  I was hanging out with April, but she had to leave.  She got called into work and said I could stay and finish up my hair and nails at her vanity, and then I’d let myself out,” I said, smiling up from my bags of makeup and nail supplies as I packed them up.  “It’s okay, Amber; you are welcome to stay as long as you’d like; I was just about to sit down and try to find a way to relax; I have had an awful day!” He said, filling a glass with an after-work cocktail he was mixing. “Oh, Mr. Benson, I’m sorry you’ve had a bad day!” I said, walking over and giving his back a comforting little rub and pat.  “I happened to have just finished my mini massage client relaxation portion of cosmetology class!  I could give you a little demonstration of what I’ve learned and maybe help relax you a little bit if you want?”  I said in a questioning tone as I began to reach up to his tall shoulders and rub them slightly, waiting for and secretly hoping for him to take me up on my offer.  You’re my best friend’s dad, and I know I shouldn’t, but I want to fuck your brains out! I thought to myself as my hands landed on his strong, muscular back.  I’d been crushing on him for as long as I could remember and felt extra aroused by his presence that day.

“Your hands feel really good, Amber.  I forgot how much I missed being touched; I’ve been single for so long.  I, I probably shouldn’t really say that kind of thing to you, though; sorry, sweetie.”  He said, turning to me with the sexiest smile I’d ever seen.  Our eyes locked at that moment, and it was like something had clicked between us.  As if, in an instant, a flip switch for both of us changed our relationship.  “Mr. Benson, I know you’re my best friend’s dad, but right now, we’re all alone, and I want you to know I have always had a bit of a crush on you.  I know I can make you feel good if you let me try,” I said, looking up at him with big brown eyes that beckoned him silently towards my outreached hands.

“Well, I actually could use someone to just release stress with on a regular basis.  I overheard you telling Arpil that you needed to find a job for extra cash for college the other day.  Perhaps I could help you with that, and you could be a no-strings, stress-free tension release outlet in exchange?”  He said, offering himself up as my new sugar daddy.  “Mr. Benson, you didn’t even need to offer me money; I would fuck you for free anytime you want!”  I said, smiling from ear to ear with my big pretty smile that always got attention.

“Come on over, here; let me start showing you what I can do right now, Mr. Benson,” I said, guiding him by the hand and leading him down into the den.  I stood behind the couch and massaged his neck and shoulders, smiling at his pleasure-filled moans and the way he was relaxing into my touch.  “If you like that, it gets so much better,” I leaned down and whispered into Mr. Benson’s ear before walking around to the front of him and showing him my tight little body and what I could do with it.  “Let me take your mind off of all your problems for a little bit,” I said as I began pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor.  “Would you like to see my body, Mr. Benson?” I asked seductively as I looked down shyly towards the button and zipper of my tight jean shorts.  I opened them as he shook his head slowly yes and watched intently.  Opening the button, grabbing the zipper, and sliding it down, I wiggled my hips back and forth until the shorts were also on the floor.  Stripping naked for my best friend’s dad got my tight little pussy so wet and ready to be fucked, and so I walked straight to him to let him do so.  I lowered down to my knees and got him nice and wet with my mouth, his back arching as I slurped his shaft from the base back up to the tip.

“Let me fuck you, baby!  Let me fuck that nice little pussy; come here.  Come to Daddy.”  He didn’t have to ask me twice.  I put one leg on each side of his lap and lowered myself down onto his stiff shaft.  I moaned as he stretched me open and cried out as my body seemed to involuntarily rock back and forth after his cock reached the top of my pussy.  His hands were around my hips, guiding my rocking and grinding motion and watching his cock go in and out of me.  “I love being a bad girl and fucking my best friend’s dad.  It feels so good,” I whispered in his ear as my tight little ass continued pumping up and down on his shaft.  He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me close for a more intense kiss than anyone my age had ever given me. I moaned, and suddenly, he grabbed me and flipped me to my back.  I opened my legs nice and wide and pulled at his hips as he slid back inside me. His relief was evident, and my body was more than responsive to his every movement, every thrust, every pump, every lick, and suck of his mouth and tongue; he made me cum as I had never experienced.

“God, Mr. Benson!  You stretch me so wide!  Your cock feels so good fucking my pussy like this! I want you to fuck me all the time; anytime you want, I want you to use me for your needs.  I’ll be right here to take care of them.  Opening my legs just for you so you can fuck me until you pump my pussy full of cum.  I’m on the pill, too and so you can keep that cock nice and deep and fill me with your load, Mr. Benson.  Yes!”  I cried out as my body began jerking and twitching to my fourth orgasm since my best friend’s dad first slid his cock into me.   “You have the most beautiful little pussy, Amber.  I want to stuff my cock so far up inside of you and pump you so full of cum!”  He whispered before kissing me deeply one more time as his pumps grew more focused and his cock swelled a bit more inside of me.

“I can’t wait to feel how much cum you have for me, Mr. Benson!” I cried out as his increasing grunts and thickening hardness told me he was close to relieving his swollen balls deep inside my pussy.  Just then, I felt warm deep bursts begin to spurt into me.  “Yes, that’s it; give your baby all that cum!”  I said breathlessly as I longed for every single drop he could pump out for me.

We met all the time after that encounter, sometimes a few times a week for two years.  He gave me presents and money as well as the gift of his cock, which would’ve been just enough for me anyway.  My best friend’s dad was the best sex I’d ever had, and I often wish it would’ve lasted forever, but one day it was time for me to move on to other experiences, but he’d never leave my heart or mind.