Greg woke up, urgently needing to pee and was about to put some clothes on but remembered that he was alone. Both his college-age daughter, Bree and his wife, Laura were at work. Finally, he was alone and had the house to himself for the day! No need to put something on especially since he desperately needed to empty his bladder.
Greg bounced out of bed, walked down the hall, naked with a half-stiff cock bobbing up and down ready to burst. He opened the bathroom door just as Sandy, his daughter’s best friend was bent over the bathroom sink washing her face and hands. Her tight young ass was sticking out skimpily clad in just a dark red thong that accentuated her two delectable ass cheeks with her shapely toned tanned legs spread slightly apart. It seemed she must have slept over after watching a late-night movie with his daughter.
He wasn’t expecting Sandy or anyone else for that matter to be home. He was immediately struck by her sexy body, clad in just a white cotton spaghetti-strap crop top and that revealing scanty thong. Sandy had spent her freshman year away at college and it seemed she had grown into a young alluring woman during that time. He remembered her as a skinny, almost flat-chested girl with knobby knees and pencil-thin legs. Sandy glanced up at the mirror when she heard the door open and saw Mr. Miller standing at the doorway naked. She shrieked! Neither one could tell who was more surprised.
“Shit! I’m sorry, Sandy, I thought no one was home,” Greg blabbered as Sandy turned around revealing more of her lithe college body.
“Mr. Miller!” Sandy exclaimed as she looked at Greg and then glanced down and noticed his growing cock. “Mr. Miller, you got a big boner!”
Sandy was enjoying the view and Mr. Miller’s predicament. She always had a crush on him after seeing him working in his yard, shirtless and sweaty. He was in his fifties with strong muscular legs and a lean torso with wisps of grey in his dark hair. She awoke earlier when Bree left for work but then fell asleep thinking about him walking in on her as she was sprawled out on Bree’s bed. She imagined him seeing her all alone, the sheets pushed aside, her slender legs spread apart. His eyes drawn to her thong which hardly covered her ass. Then she woke up, interrupting her vision but leaving her hot, frustrated, and on edge. Now, maybe if she dared, her desires would be fulfilled.
“Oh fuck! I’m so embarrassed,” Greg replied as he tried to cover himself with his hands as his eyes were drinking in Sandy’s body. She was a vivacious brunette with pouty lips. Her puffy long nipples were pressed against her tight top. She was no longer a flat-chested girl and now seemed to have nice b-cup perky breasts. Her thong, oh my god, her sexy thong highlighted her slit when she turned around and his mouth fell open. He tried mentally to will his cock down but her body clad in nothing but a tight top and a revealing thong did nothing to help his condition. It only made it worse, especially as he felt her staring at his cock tip which was peeking out from behind his hands.
“Did I cause that, Mr. Miller?” she asked mischievously as she brushed his hands away revealing his long stiff veiny cock and nicely trimmed crotch. “It’s so hard and long, just like the popsicles you would buy Bree and I and that I loved to suck on,” she said seductively with special emphasis on “suck” as Greg’s cock twitched at her emphasis. Then to make matters worse, she reached out and ran her fingertips the length of his shaft. Greg gasped; he had never seen this side of Sandy before.
“Oh fuck, Sandy, what are you doing? Stop. I really need to go,” Greg pleaded as he half-heartedly pushed her hand away and squirmed from one foot to the other trying to hold in his pee while resisting the urge to pull Sandy close, kiss her, and rip her clothes off. His mind spun with conflicting desires and emotions.
Sandy didn’t move. “Go ahead and pee, I don’t mind,” she pouted as she moved just far enough away from the toilet to let Greg pee.
“Can you leave now? Please.”
“I want to watch,” she insisted as she looked at him with bedroom eyes while seductively caressing her nipple through her top, making it even more noticeable. “I have never seen a guy pee with a boner before.”
Greg couldn’t argue; his urge to pee was overwhelming. His cock was rock-hard and pressed against his body. He leaned over the toilet, braced one hand against the wall and used the other to angle his cock down. It hurt. He desperately tried to forget Sandy standing nearby watching but knowing she was watching just made it even more difficult and his cock even harder. It was getting painful to resist the urge to pee.
“I think you need to lean even lower, Mr. Miller, or you are going to piss on the wall,” she cooed. “Use both hands to brace yourself and I will hold your cock.”
Greg grimaced in frustration but realized he needed Sandy’s help or he would piss all over the bathroom. His cock was stiff as a rock. “Go ahead, Sandy, grab my cock.”
Sandy stepped behind Mr. Miller, rubbing her thong against his ass as Greg braced himself lower with two hands against the wall as he felt Sandy hands cup his ass, briefly rub against his asshole and then slowly reached around with one hand grabbing his shaft. He moaned; his muscles tightened as she stroked him a few times before angling his cock lower. His cock throbbed from her sensual touch and then he couldn’t hold it any longer. Finally, he released a torrent of piss just as she was stroking his tip. He missed the top of the toilet and got pee all over her hand until Sandy quickly slid her hand onto his shaft coating it also with warm pee. She pulled his cock a little lower so his pee finally went into the toilet. Sandy felt the pee rush through his shaft and loved the feeling of controlling his cock. It was like it was hers. She wanted to play with it more.
Greg sighed with relief as he emptied his bursting bladder and his cock lost some of its rigidness.
“That was so hot! Now, do I shake your cock like this when you are done?” Sandy whispered in his ear as she shook his cock a few times after he was done. He felt her nipples against his back and chills ran down his spine giving him goosebumps. He let out a low moan.
“Sandy, you need to leave. I never knew you were so bad,” he finally replied trying to resist her wicked charms.
Sandy released her hold on his cock and Greg turned around and faced her.
“Me, being bad? What about walking in on a half-naked innocent girl while your family is gone? What about pissing all over my hand and having a boner?” Sandy replied as she wiped her wet hand over her breast making her top translucent which was now inches from Mr. Miller’s body.
"Don’t lie to me. Don’t you want to feel my young firm tits? They have grown; haven’t they since you saw me last? They are so sensitive too, especially my nipples,” Sandy taunted as she slid both hands under her top and made a show of squeezing her breasts before pulling on her nipples.
“Fuck, Sandy, no. I am married and you are Bree’s best friend. I am almost as old as your dad,” Greg replied exasperated. He struggled with reasons why he shouldn’t be lusting after her as he watched her play with herself. He was losing his self-control.
“I don’t care that you are married or that you let a nineteen-year-old college coed hold your cock. In fact, I find it makes me so wet thinking about it.”
“Do you want a taste?” she asked as she removed one hand from massaging her breasts and slid her hand ever so slowly down over her stomach, her belly button until her fingers were at the edge of her red thong. She played with the edge of her thong before her fingers disappeared underneath. Greg was mesmerized. She then put her slick fingers under his nose. Greg caught a whiff of her musky scent and wanted more. He couldn’t hold back, he grabbed her fingers and sucked on them.
“Oh yes,” Sandy moaned. Fuck her fantasies about Mr. Miller, this was better than anything she had imagined and she never felt this horny or in control of a man.
Greg continued sucking on her fingers while staring into her hazel eyes and then he kissed her. He kissed her with passion that he hadn’t felt in ages. Their bodies pressed against each other as they continued kissing, their tongues exploring each other’s mouth, their hands roaming over each other’s body. “Oh my God, Sandy, you are so sexy,” Greg whispered and panted as she stroked his shaft once again.
They finally broke apart and Sandy glanced down at his cock, pointing straight up, her hand wrapped around it. A bead of pre-cum was already running down the crown of his hard spear.
“Your cock seems to need some attention,” Sandy said breathlessly as she stared down while licking her lips. She lowered herself to her knees and looked up at Greg before swirling her tongue around his tip, licking a bead of pre-cum.
“Yum. I want more,” Sandy said as she savored the taste of his pre-cum before taking each ball sack into her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped as her mouth sucked on each of his balls.
Greg braced himself again, this time, his hands were running through her silky shoulder-length hair. Sandy enveloped his bulbous mushroom head as she fondled his balls. Greg, panting, pushed more of his cock deeper into her mouth. Sandy pulled back and then ran her tongue the length of his shaft. Greg’s legs wobbled.
