Best Friend's Daddy

Michael finally took his daughter's friend out to dinner that night. There had been a slow, sexual seduction between the two over the last year. Becca would often flirt with him secretly when his daughter was not looking. It wasn't any innocent flirting, either. She had touched him intimately one night. The three of them decided to watch a movie together in the living room. Michael's daughter fell asleep halfway through the movie. Becca scooted closer to him on the sofa and she inched her hand in his pants. Her touch was soft, but unforgiving. She jacked him off while never taking her eyes off him. He came hard.

"Here, let's clean you up," she said. She lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down. She used them to wipe him clean. When he felt the dampness of her underwear, it only made him harder.

On hot summer weekends, she paraded her firm ass and perky tits around his pool. The little tease turned him on ever more. Michael shook his head in disbelief. Or maybe it was a reminder of what he shouldn't be pursuing. She smartly called back to him, "Why, don't you like it?"

Next thing he knew, he was swapping dirty text messages with Becca. He even knew that some of the messages were sent to him while Becca was with his daughter. It only made the messages more erotic. The texting and sending of naughty pictures escalated to hot, heavy phone sex on his birthday. He heard her suppressed moans and the faint plunging sound of her fingers that went in and out of her pussy. She was too wet. Becca called out his name as he exploded. The last thing he heard as the line was disconnected was Becca slurping on her cum-filled fingers.

When Michael’s daughter left early for college Becca came up with some excuse to stay behind to be with him as she always wanted to do. He insisted on a going to dinner before jumping in his bed. However, the dinner took far too long to finish. It riled him up to see her pebbled nipples against her strapless dress. He had adjusted his pants several times even before the appetizers were over. But this was Becca. The little tease kicked off her heel, rode her foot up his leg, and pressed on his crotch. All Michael could do was release a strained cough. Ultimately pleased with herself, she smiled and went on to finish her meal.

As soon as Michael got her back home, he kicked his bedroom door closed. He spun her around to pin the young brunette against the door. Her arms went up above her head, locked by a one-armed grip. He hungrily stared at her slightly opened lips and licked his own. He worked on getting his pants off. It was difficult working on only one hand, but he chose not to let her arms go.

The sight of her restrained set him on the edge. Soon, he freed himself of his clothes and his cock sprang up. She stared at its girth and got excited to have it fill her pussy. Their foreplay during dinner had him leaking precum already. Michael pressed himself closer to her, snaked his hands down her side to the back of her knees. He bent a little and lifted her up. Her legs automatically locked around his hips.

"You want this, Becca?" He never waited for her reply. Instead, he pulled the top of her dress down and her little breasts gave a bounce. He pressed his erection against her sopping wet panties, leaned forward and bit on her nipple. She bit on her lip and kept her moan to herself. Her reaction jerked Michael from his action.

"No, Becca. I want to hear you. Your pleasures are all mine tonight."

Michael pulled them away from the door and led them into his bed. He lay down and she moved to lean her body down to him. She halted in motion as he gripped her hips and kept her upright. Her dress bunched up to her waist.

"Pull your panties aside, Becca."

She complied and she felt him move himself to get her where she needed to be. She felt her pussy tease the tip of his stiff cock. Michael helped her slide down on his swollen cock and up again. Becca saw him grit his teeth as she moved around to find his rhythm and pleasure spot. She rocked back and forth, silently spewing out curses.

When Michael felt that she was about to come apart, he flipped her on her back. He threw a leg over his shoulder and drove into her hard.

"You want this, Becca?" He repeated his earlier question. The young brunette only whimpered in delight. "No? I could always stop, Becca."

"No, please. I want to... I want to cum. Make me cum. This feels so good, Michael." She grabbed his ass and held on as she raised herself up against him. Michael buried himself in her. "I want it deep," Becca said. She leaned forward, licked his ear and whispered, "I want you deep."

This urged him on to pound his cock inside her wet cunt. His balls slapped on her skin. He stroked in her hard and fast. His punishing strokes made her feel every inch of him. Michael noticed her small breasts bouncing wildly as he pumped into her pussy.

"More. Michael, I want more. Don't - don't stop"

He bent his head down and captured a nipple. The pressure of his lip, his teeth, his tongue was too much. Becca felt the pull all the way down to her clit.

He felt her undulate under him. He grabbed onto the headboard and held her body down to keep her still. Little tremors fluttered along his cock. He knew she was close. His cock pulsed, too. Michael raced to be with her. Her orgasm squeezed him and he erupted. She shuddered in his arms. Feeling sated, he rolled her on her side and hugged her from behind.

Hours later, Becca felt him stir. Michael trailed wet kisses on her belly. Her body sparked with fire immediately. She grasped his hair, brought him up, and guided him on her breast. He sucked on it hard and circled his tongue around her rosy nipple. She snapped her eyes open and moaned his name. Becca became aware that she started getting wet with his ministrations. She opened her legs up to have him settle in between.

He slid his hand down. He spread her pussy lips and a finger went inside her. His palm pressed on her clit causing her to arch her back. He added one more. Michael felt her inner muscles clenched around his fingers. They tightened as he inched his fingers upward. She let out a cry of frustration. Michael swallowed her sound as his tongue danced with hers.

He broke the kiss and Becca clung to him. "You feel so good." Michael punctuated each of his words with a deep thrust of his fingers. She pushed her hips against his fingers and took them deeper. Michael pulled out and she groaned.

She felt him trail his wet fingers on her thigh. He took his time licking her juices up. He moved his head higher and sucked in her clit. He licked her slit and sucked on her clit some more. He broke away to pull and pinch the engorged nub and leaned back down to taste her more. Michael knew she was close to her release, so he sat up.

The loss of contact startled and angered Becca. She wanted to cum.

"You want to continue?"

"Yes. Yes, Michael."

"Good. Then tell me what I'm doing. When I do it, you will say it out loud."

A brief hesitation passed through her eyes, but she nodded. Michael spread her legs open and kissed her pussy lips.

"You... You're kissing my pussy."

"Good. Good, Becca," he then took her clit in his mouth again.

"You... uh... You're... oh, god... you're licking my... licking my clit."

Michael dipped his tongue in her pussy hole and pressed his thumb on her clit and massaged it in circles.

"Michael, please." He slowed down, almost pulled away. It was a silent way of telling her what she should do.

"You're pulling on my... clit. Oh, god. Yes! Your tongue is... it's... hmmmm... it's inside me."

Michael pulled away. "Inside you?"

"It’s fucking me!"

He grinned. Michael finished her off. He thrust his tongue inside her and laved her clit. Becca continued to mumble his actions until it got drowned by other scandalous noises. Becca clutched on his head and screamed her release. Knowing she was still cumming, he slammed his cock in her warm, wet pussy to feel her vibrate all over his erect cock.

A few days later, Michael buttoned up her coat, kissed her goodbye, and saw her drive off to meet with his daughter in their dorm room. He knew he would be visiting his daughter very often.