Daddy’s Girl F [27] M [54]

He was a friend from work. We bonded by bitching about our shitty coworkers and our friendship grew from there. At first, I didn't think he was into me but once in a while, I could feel him looking at my ass whenever I walked by. Or my toes when I had on sandals. Or my breasts. Sometimes I would purposely brush past him when I walked by him in the hallway or I'd give him a little show by bending down at his desk so he could see my cleavage. I knew nothing would happen between us. But I'm not going to lie, the idea of him racing home to jerk off while thinking about me turned me on. I enjoyed having that kind of control.

One Friday night, he invited me, his friends, and some coworkers to his house for a grill out. I was excited to go, as it would give me more opportunities to find and press his buttons. I wore a T-shirt and a light bra. The breeze would make my nipples perk up and drive my friend crazy. I arrived and was gradually introduced to his friends and I chatted with our coworkers. After a while of mind numbing small talk with them, I excused myself and headed inside for a bathroom break. As I opened the door and walked in, I bumped into a tall, hard body. "Whoops! Excuse...me..." I trail off as I look up into the eyes of the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was the walking definition of a silver fox, with his white hair combed back out of his face, and his white well groomed beard. He wore a simple black T-shirt and jeans but it looked like they were made specifically for his muscular body. I was speechless. I looked at him for a moment longer than was appropriate and he definitely noticed. He flashed a grin and stepped aside while gesturing for me to move past him.

I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I saw that my face was flushed and noticed a warmth in my lower abdomen that wasn't there before. Damn. This evening was supposed to be a casual thing and I've already embarrassed myself..in front of Silver Fox Guy no less. I'll avoid him. Yes, Avoidance until he leaves. I took a few deep breaths to compose myself. "And don't stare like a fucking weirdo again!" I say to myself before heading back outside.

My friend saw me and grabbed me by the arm. "Good, you're back! I want to introduce you to my father." I made a joke about it being too soon in our relationship to "meet the family" as he led me around the corner into his open garage. I again met the gaze of Silver Fox Guy.

"Hey dad, this is my friend from work." "We've already been..aquatinted" his deep voice sent a vibration down deep inside of me. He stuck out his hand and I shook it. With this slightest touch, images of what he could do with those hands began flooding my head. I saw them tangled in my hair. His hands cupping my tits as he toyed with my nipples. His thumb rubbing perfect circles on my swollen clit. I felt my nipples harden and my pussy was sending small pulses of pleasure up through my body. He must have noticed me staring again because he chuckled and squeezed my hand before pulling his away. I wished I had a jacket to cover myself. I wore the light bra to rile up my friend, but I was the one getting turned on and I didn't want anyone to notice. I felt bad for getting wet over my friend's dad. It felt like I was crossing a line being so attracted to him.inreminded myself that if I could just get a handle on myself for the rest of the evening, I wouldn't have to be around his dad again and our friendship could remain intact.

I joined the rest of my friend's friends and our coworkers talking outside. I didn't have much to say, but I was grateful for any conversation for distraction. Throughout the evening, I tried my hardest to avoid my friend's dad. I felt his eyes on me often but I didn't dare look at him. As hard as I tried to distract myself, it only worked for so long. My mind kept wandering. I imagined his grin from earlier, then I started to imagine that mouth exploring my body. kissing, biting, licking every inch of me. I imagined all the dirty things he could whisper while slowly sliding his fingers in and out of me, hitting the perfect spot each time. I imagined what kind of moans he would make because of me. I imagined how my mouth would feel wrapped around his giant dick and how good it would taste. I imagined sucking him, riding him, fucking him hard and.....

"HELLLLOOO?!?" My friend yelled at me trying to get my attention. "Are you going to come?" I might. My pussy was throbbing and I was so wet I was sure it was going to start dripping down my legs. "Wait, What? What did I miss?" I looked around confused. "We're all going to the bar...Are you coming with us?" "Oh..uhm. Yeah. Sure." The thought of spending even more time than was necessary with my other coworkers didn't sound fun, but I could use a drink before my date with my vibrator later.

I felt a hand around my arm, gently pulling me back. "We'll catch up later. She left something inside. I'll lock up before I head out." A deep voice said from behind me. My friend looked from me, to his dad, then back at me. "Alright, see ya in a bit!" He said and headed to the bar.

"What did I forget?" I asked as my friend's dad led me into his son's house. "You forgot to apologize for bumping into me. Good girls mind their manners."

Good girls mind their manners? Seriously? Was he actually chastising me for not being polite? His body was strong - I knew the bump did nothing but inconvenience him. I paused, waiting for him to laugh or tell me he was kidding but he didn't. He just wanted control over me and I wasn't going to let him have it.

"I'm so sorry for bumping into you, Daddy." I said sarcastically. I realized I didn't actually know his name. It didn't matter. He lifted one eyebrow, unimpressed as I continued my fake apology. "Words cannot describe how truly sorry I feel for bumping into you. Can you possibly find it in your heart to forgive my terrible mistake? " I didn't mean to roll my eyes but I couldn't help it.

A dark smile grew on his face. "I need to do something about that smart mouth of yours. Kneel." he demanded as he walked toward me, undoing the buckle on his belt.

"Hmm.... no 'Please?' Good Daddys mind their manners, too." I battled for control and grew wetter by the second.

He came closer. "Do you want to leave?"

I could. I could say no. I could leave. But finding the right buttons to push was a special talent of mine and I could tell it was getting to him. My pussy was aching for touch and I was pretty sure that would be taken care of soon. Why would I want to stop?

"I'll stay until you mind YOUR manners, Daddy." I joked again. "You'll be here a while, then, because it was not a request" He put his hand behind my head and started gently playing with my hair. The feeling sent tingles down my spine. "Kneel."

I open my mouth to challenge him again, but he grabbed onto my hair and pulled my head back. I had no choice but to get onto my knees. A wave of pleasure rose through my body. Why was this such a turn on? I wasn't winning, yet I had never been as ready to suck cock as I was right then.

He had slid his pants down and his thick, long dick was exposed. It was bigger than I expected and my pussy pulsed in response. He was rock hard. "It looks like someone likes my smart mouth" I began to say, but he thrusted his dick in my mouth before I could finish. He began guiding my head back and forth slowly. I swirled my tongue around his cock from base to tip and sucker as he pushed in and out of me. I sucked him hard and deep. He moaned as he pushed his cock down my throat and back out. My pussy was throbbing. His cock tasted too good. I needed relief. I reached my hand down past the waistband of my pants and started to rub my sensitive clit. He stopped and pulled my hair tight, jerking my head back to get my attention.

"Absolutely not." He made it clear I was not to get any relief. When I pulled my hand out of my pants, he continued guiding my head with each of his thrusts. This time he fucked my mouth harder and deeper. A moan escaped my throat and I glanced up at him as I continued to lick and suck. "You don't need to touch yourself though, do you?" His voice was low and raspy as he continued pounding deep into my mouth. "You're such a good little whore. I know your pussy is dripping and I haven't even touched you yet." I moaned again. He was right. "You could cum right now if I told you to. Just by me fucking your smart mouth." He was right again. The way he took over and took what he wanted was something I had never experienced. After this, I honestly wasn't sure if I would ever be able to get off by being in control again.

He quickened his pace. The sound of his low moans and the feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of my throat had me almost over the edge. "Don't. You. Fucking. Dare." He growled with each of his movements. I wasn't sure I could prevent myself from cumming but I tried to hold back. His pace was so fast and hard now, I don't think I would've been able to keep up if he hadn't been guiding my head. I wasn't sure how long he fucked my mouth...my mouth was getting sore but I wasn't going to complain. I was thankful for every thrust he gave me. "Keep going, baby. Your wet mouth is fucking perfect." He tilted his head back and I felt his cum explode inside my mouth. "Fuuuuck" he growled. "Take it all." I sucked it all down, as he poured himself into me. He came hard. I didn't think I had ever swallowed that much cum before and I wanted every drop inside of me. I greedily sucked his cock and drained his balls into my mouth.

When he was done, he pulled out of my mouth and put his dick back in his pants. He scooped me up into his arms and placed me onto the couch. He brushed some loose strands of hair out of my face, then kissed me, long and slow. "Your mouth was made for my cock." he trailed his fingers over my lips. "You didnt cum?" I shook my head, disappointed. My pussy still ached, begging me for relief. "You said I couldn't." I whispered. "So you CAN follow my directions." "Yes" I agreed. "And you love to. You love being told what to do...giving me what I wanted and taking every last drop for me" "Yes." I said, barely audible. "Yes, what? "Yes, Daddy" not sarcastically this time. He smiled. "There's my good girl. I accept your apology."

I stood up to leave, still in a daze. I wasn't sure what just happened but I did know I wanted to do it again, and again, and again. I didn't even care if I finished or not. I just wanted to please him. I was sad it was over and I didn't know if I would ever get the chance again.

"Where are you going?" He asked. "Home. I guess I have something I need to take care of" I joked. "You'll never need my permission to leave, but I want you to stay. My son won't be back for hours and I was just getting started..." I smiled at his words and every inch of my body was buzzing. "Are you ready to see how Daddys treat good girls?"