by Amy Brent
We drove a long time, and then finally the car came to a stop, and he got out and came around to help me. He put his hand on the small of my back and led me into a room which smelled of strong aftershave.
I turned into him, trying to seek protection, but he lifted my chin and kissed me. “I’m right here, baby. I’m going to introduce you to our guests soon enough, and I promise I’ll never leave your side or take my hands off of you. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” I knew we’d talked about doing a few things, like sex in public and perhaps with another couple present, but I wasn’t sure what this was about. My pulse raced ninety to nothing, and though I was nervous, my panties were wet with anticipation of what was to come.
“Sit here, baby.” He guided me down on what seemed like a soft cushion.
“Gentleman, could you please say hello and give her an idea of her audience.” Audience? Suddenly my heart was beating faster, and my cheeks burned with a blush as the men cleared their throats and gave a little cough, not one speaking an actual word.
I remembered he’d told me that his friend Melanie had performed for a group of voyeurs and how they would look but not touch anything or anyone but themselves.
“I’m going to leave the blindfold on at first, do you understand?”
“Yes–
“No names, baby. Address me as Sir.” I hoped like hell I’d be able to remember that and nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
“Very good.”
“State your age for the men, baby.” I realized that these perverts would probably get off to that information alone.
“I’m twenty-three.” I’d just had a birthday, but I didn’t think he would want me to be that specific.
There was a rumble through around me as the men moaned and made sounds of appreciation. I heard a few zippers and the rustling of clothes, and then I panicked as Ross’ hand left me.
Luckily it was only for a moment, but when I felt them again, he put his hand on my arm and lay me back. I thought of all the men in the room and wondered if he’d allow them to touch me. He’d had me wear a pair of jeans and a tank top without a bra, and soon enough I knew why. My jeans came off. First, his hands tugging them down and a few sounds of approval sounded from the men. My cheeks burned, and I couldn’t help but imagine them with their hands all over me, probing my most private places while they pleasured themselves.
“Now, I’m going to remove the shirt, so don’t be afraid.” I didn’t know what he meant until I felt his hands gripping my shirt and heard the straps breaking. He tugged the shirt down to my waist and soon it was gone too exposing my small breasts and pink nipples.
“Nice, aren’t they?” Ross asked, and the sounds of approval were a tad more strained now. I could hear the sound of slapping flesh and breathing so strangled that I wondered if someone had asthma.
Ross’ hands left me again, and I didn’t like it when he did that. “Please don’t take your hands away.”
“Sh. Be a good girl. You wouldn’t want me to have to find something around here to keep your little mouth occupied, now would you?”
“No, sir.” My eyes widened though none of them could see, but as my mouth popped open, and a few of them softly chuckled.
“Pick your legs up and spread them. I’m going to undress.” He would be naked too? I became more and more anxious at what he had planned. He cleared his throat, and I realized that I hadn’t done as he said.
I lifted my legs and spread them wide showing all I had to the entire room.
“That’s a good girl. You need to do everything I tell you, or else these men are going to take turns spanking you.” For some reason, I didn’t mind the idea of that and wouldn’t mind their hands on me as Ross fucked me.
“Yes, sir.”
“Isn’t she agreeable,” Ross said getting a few more laughs from the crowd.
His hand was suddenly on my pussy, and I nearly jumped off the bed, my legs falling until they hit him. I realized he caught them both and then he placed them on his shoulders. In another moment, he had hold of my hips and pulled me forward. “I’m going to fuck you now while these nice gentlemen watch us. Are you good with that?” I knew I had no option and though it was embarrassing in a way, it was also fun. I felt like I was performing an act on stage and in a way, I was. The sounds of slapping skin sounds grew, and I knew the men were all stroking as Ross nudged his cock inside me. I winced and moaned like a total slut, and he rubbed my tits, leaning over to take one into his mouth. I remained handcuffed and blindfolded as he sped up his pace.
“That’s right, moan like a little slut for them. They’re watching you. Seeing your little slick, hairless pussy getting used. I should let them all have a turn in you.”
“Please, no.” I didn’t think he’d really do that. He’d always told me that he’d never let anyone else have me. But perhaps I’d failed to know the specifics of his declaration.
“No? I think that’s my choice isn’t it, baby? Not yours, not now that you belong to me.”
He leaned in close. “It’s okay to like it. It’s okay to want it. Trust me, and tell me you do, baby. Tell me the idea of all of these men around you, makes you fucking wet for them.”
“It’s different.” I cried out.
“Tell me.” I didn’t want to hurt him, but it did turn me on, and not that I wanted them too.
“It’s not like you think. I want them to want me, to crave what they can’t have.” He made a moaning sound at that and steady stroked me.
“That’s the idea, baby. They all know they can’t have you and that’s what makes it hot for them too. But you know, I think you feel like being generous.”
I did. I wanted them to touch me, for their hands to be on me while Ross alone fucked me. I wanted them so close, gathered around so I could feel them near.
“A little.” I was too scared to admit it.
“Tell me.” His tone was demanding, and my heart beat faster as I prepared to explain.
“I want to feel their hands on me while you make me come.”
“That’s very generous. I told you, gentlemen, she was a special girl. Come and make her feel good.” There were more sounds of approval and then hands lightly touched me, fingertips. They rubbed arms first and then my breasts and nipples, at least four hands there. I knew the stroking hadn’t stopped, so for each hand, there was a new person. Then a hand stroked my tummy and drew soft circles around my naval and trailed down to my pussy where he rubbed my bare mound.
“She looks much younger, doesn’t she?” Ross said as I was lost in a sea of touch. There were at least ten men in the room besides Ross, and they were stroking my face and my lips and even my hair. It felt amazing, and after a moment, I was totally relaxed with Ross’s cock working me as the hands caressed me, but then he said something that caught my attention.
“Sure, you can rub it on her cheek.” Suddenly, there was a blunt, warm head stroking my cheek and it was so close to my mouth and nose that I could not only smell his come, but I could easily turn my head and pull him into my lips.
It was so tempting, but I wasn’t sure what Ross would think. Instead, I turned my head and let him rub my mouth. “Go ahead baby; I know you want to.” I did too, and so I opened my mouth and took the stranger’s cock as he stroked it. I worked it greedily and got a little rough considering it wasn’t nearly as big as I was used to.
After a moment of thinking how filthy I was, I came, clenching Ross’ cock. “That’s a good girl, come all over it. I love you so much, baby. Isn’t she a good girl?” The other sounded out their approval, and soon that cock pulled out, and I felt a hot splash of come hit my chest.
Then I heard shuffling, and another stepped up as Ross instructed and I tasted him too. One by one they came to me as Ross gave me orgasm after orgasm, but he never let them take me. Between cocks, I asked if I could see, and after clearing it with the men, Ross took off my blindfold, and I could see the variety of men who’d I’d been servicing. Th
ere were only fifteen men, including Ross, and each was truly handsome in their own way, their cocks each one so different, and yet so satisfying. They rubbed me, some still stroking their cocks and watching how Ross was fucking me. I was in heaven. But nothing compared to when Ross leaned down and kissed me as he came deep inside me.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Tori. We’re going to have so much fun together.” I closed my eyes and smiled thinking of everything we’d have together. All of the things he’d learned during his days working for his friend had truly been to my benefit after all.
I closed my eyes and savored every minute.
The end.
My Best Friend’s Dad
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My best friend’s dad is the man of my wet dreams.
But the last thing I expected was to get knocked up by him.
I’ve been a good girl long enough.
Ripped muscles, sexy mouth and big… hands
He’s got it all – dominance, power and money.
It’s time I faced reality.
I’m in love with the man I saved my cherry for.
I’m in love with my best friend’s dad!
But we can’t let her know.
This is going to be ‘our dirty little secret’.
Until… that morning sickness kicks in.
And the baby bump refuses to be concealed.
Chapter 1
Gemma
Graduation day had gone off without a hitch, but the night after would be what changed the course of my life. I had always noticed my best friend’s father was a handsome man, but not until then did I see just how sexy he truly was.
Lila and I had been best friends with since our freshman year when I’d moved in with my grandmother just after losing my mother to a horrible addiction. We went out after our ceremony to celebrate our freedom and hopefully find a good time. My goal had been to sleep with Champ Cummings, the high school football star, but he’d been so busy throwing back beers and sucking funnels to worry about getting laid. Lila had spent the night throwing back shots and dancing on tables, and by midnight I could tell she needed an intervention.
“Come on; let’s get you home.” I reached up and offered her a hand after she’d stumbled on the wobbly patio table. “You’re going to break your neck.”
“Sh. Don’t jinx me!” She threw her head back and laughed, and for a moment I thought she would fight me. I wasn’t in any kind of mood for an argument, especially with drunk Lila. Drunk Lila was impossible to deal with and didn’t know why anyone would want to dull her shine.
“Come on; I’m bored with this. Let’s go.” It had been the same old scene for months, and I didn’t know why I’d expected anything to change just because the school’s super-intendant had handed me a piece of paper and shaken my hand.
“Fine,” she said in a reasonable tone, which had me suspicious.
I helped her down before she had too much time to change her mind and as soon as she righted with both feet on the pavers, she leaned over and puked in a plant.
I let loose a sigh and crinkled my nose as I waited for her to finish. She’d worn her hair up, so my job was easier than usual. It sucked being the only sober person at the party, but since I didn’t care much for drinking, I’d promised to take care of Lila yet again. We’d spent the better part of our senior year doing the same thing every weekend, and I had our routine down perfectly.
I helped her to the car, and by the time I drove us to her gate, she was passed out. I had punched in the passcode hoping that her father hadn’t changed it again. He’d done that before and caught us when the alarm finally sounded from failed attempts. I made sure to enter the numbers correctly and help my breath, not releasing until the gate opened up.
Their mansion was so big, that even though I’d been there many times before, I’d never seen the entire house. Lila and I had kept to our usual path to the third floor, and her father’s wing was in the second. I took the back stairs and roused her enough to get her up to bed and luckily, I didn’t have to carry her.
“Did you have any fun at all?” she asked as I pulled back her covers and she stripped off her clothes.
“No, Champ is an idiot, and I’ll be a virgin forever. What was I thinking? He’s a total loser, and once he blows out a knee, he won’t have a brain to fall back on. He’s already had two concussions.” I rambled on as she dressed and crawled into bed, burying down in the fluffy white comforter.
“You’ll find someone, Gemma, and when it happens, it will be amazing, not some backseat romp with a sweaty jerk.” She’s never approved of Champ, but since he was the most popular guy in school, I had set my sights on him. She’d lost her virginity at the first of the school year, and though she’d had a nice relationship with the boy for several months after, they’d only done it a few more times. Maybe I was just trying to catch up. It wasn’t like I hadn’t had other guys interested, but I had wanted that moment to be perfect.
“Yeah, I think I should stop trying. Maybe if I give up, it will hap—
The soft purr of her snoring made me feel lonely, and I sat in her room for a while after changing into my night clothes feeling restless. My tummy growled, and my throat was dry because it had been hours since I’d had anything to eat or drink. The party didn’t have food, and the only drinks had been alcoholic, so I decided to go down to the kitchen and grab a snack knowing Lila had told me many times to make myself at home.
Voices downstairs made me take a pause on the second-floor landing, and I ducked down behind the banister when I saw Mr. Porter with a woman I recognized as his newly hired cook. She sat between his legs with her back to him, and his strong hands massaged her shoulders. They were whispering so low, that I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but now and then he’d give a soft chuckle, and she’d giggle.
He leaned down and kissed the woman’s neck and from what I could tell, from my near overhead view, he reached around to her front with one hand and slipped it beneath her shirt.
Earlier that day, Lila had told me how much she disliked the woman and that she felt she’d only wanted the job to hit on her father. She was very picky about the women her father saw, and I wondered how she’d feel to know that he was with the woman who had served us our waffles that morning. My stomach growled, and I put a hand to my stomach as I sat on my bottom wishing I could make it to the kitchen. I tried to think if there was another route, but the only way was passed Mr. Porter who was now cupping the woman’s breasts and kissing her.
I couldn’t peel my eyes away, and warm tingle bloomed between my legs as she turned around and from what I could see, she rubbed his crotch. He eased back, and she undid his belt, and before long, I could see his impressive cock. It was huge compared to Champ’s who’d been the recipient of three different blow jobs, and my mouth watered as the cook took him into her mouth.
They were an attractive couple, and I couldn’t help but be turned on as she worked her mouth on him, her head bobbing up and down in his lap. She was a petite blonde, and Mr. Porter, who I’d always thought was the hottest dad living, was tall, dark, and handsome, with chiseled features and a winning smile. He was also a very successful businessman, and from what I’d been told, his fortune was worth billions.
We got along okay, and because I was around so much, I’d become like another member of the family. He’d often praised my sketches when he’d see me doodling, and had just that morning told me what a talented girl I was. The truth was, his encouragement and praise are the reason I had made plans to go to art school for design and one day I hoped to work for him.
I was fortunate to know them. Even though my grandmother’s money was nothing to sneeze at, the only reason I’d met Lila and became friends was that she’d insisted on going to public school. She’d already gotten in trouble at the last private school she’d attended. Being a single dad, her father usually gave her whatever she wanted and so I came and
went as she pleased.
Things below were heating up, downstairs and in my panties. I couldn’t help but rub my knees together, and soon I decided that I had to touch it. I cupped my mound and moved my hips, hoping to ease the ache, but then all of a sudden, the two stood up, and he took her hand and led her to the stairs. They were coming up!
As they paused to kiss, I darted down the unfamiliar hall and into the first room I came to assume it was her father’s office, but then I turned around and realized that I’d gone to the wrong door. This was his bedroom.
I heard them approaching, their voices getting louder and so I ducked into the closet leaving the door open just enough to see what was going on and praying I wouldn’t be caught.