This is a story about the first time I fucked my dad’s best friend and my godfather. Let’s call him Mr West (not his real name).
As you can probably tell from my last post I have a thing for older men … or they have a thing for me :-)
I’ve known Mr West my whole life. He’s a big shot creative director in the ad world. I’ve grown up going to his house, playing with his kids. He and his wife are pretty hip, I always thought of them as being super glamorous. Their house has an incredible view of the water and always looked photo-ready for a fashion spread.
As I got older and entered my teens, our relationship changed, of course, and Mr West became more like a friend. I was having issues with my parents, so I used to come over and talk to him about it.
After I graduated from school Mr West asked if wanted to do an internship at his agency. I was going to study graphic design in college so it made sense.
I guess it was while I was doing the internship that I noticed … uh … vibes? He was always super attentive to me. He’s a really busy guy, right? But every day he found time for me, asking me to come into the office to chat, or asking me out to lunch.
A few times I caught him looking at me. Definitely not a fatherly look, either.
One day I wore a particularly sheer top with a very short black miniskirt and his eyes widened where he saw me. He could barely speak at first.
I guess we always usually hung out at his house with his family or my family, but now that it was just him and I in this more adult environment he started to act differently.
That said I still wasn’t sure if it was all in my imagination. I mean this is Mr West. I’ve known him since I was a kid! How was it possible he was into me? The thought sent thrills right down to to the tips of my toes.
After about three months in he asks if I want to come to fly with him and the rest of the team to Chicago for a pitch. It’s pretty much unheard of for an intern to come for an interstate pitch, but he babbles away about how it would be a good experience for me etc etc I think he was trying to convince himself more than anything!
I was incredibly excited about going.
Even more excited when I reach the airport and we all gather to check-in etc and it is just obvious by the way he looks at me what he wants to do to me.
As we are all walking towards the gate he sidles up next to me. He begins to walk a little slower so we drop behind the rest of the group and he briefly touches my lower back.
“You excited?” he asks.
My whole body feels alight just by this one, brief touch. Excited didn’t begin to explain how I feel so I just nod.
“Good,” he says and murmurs softly, “Well you look beautiful.”
When we arrive in Chicago the team does the pitch. I am so turned on watching Mr West do his thing. He has the client eating out of his palm. He’s handsome, cool and incredibly good at what he does.
In the afternoon we all go to our hotel rooms to freshen up before the afternoon meeting and a big night of dinner and drinking with the client that night.
I am feeling incredibly horny, like I am on drugs, and decide to have a shower. It is this amazing sensation lathering up the soap and spreading it all over my breasts and in between my legs.
Then I hear the door knock, sort of quiet but insistent.
I turn the shower tap off and wrap a towel around myself. When I look through the spyglass who should I see but Mr West. The sight of him almost makes my heart stop beating, but I compose myself and open the door.
He is almost slack jawed at the sight of me just in a towel but manages to mumble that he wants to have a quick chat with me.
I let him in and ask if I should change first.
He shakes his head and says he won’t be long. “Strange to think I’ve given you a bath when you were a kid.”
It’s a strange thing to say and I think he knows it so I laugh, nervously. I am almost certain we are both thinking about the fact that he’d love to give me a bath right now!
We sit on the beds opposite one another. We warere both feeling so self-conscious – which is really strange for two people who’ve known each other for 18 years. I feel light as air, like if he reached out to me I’d turn into a puff of smoke.
He doesn’t say anything immediately. There is drops of water dripping from my hair onto the bed.
“Did you have fun today?” he finally asks.
“It was amazing, to see you work.” I feel so flustered I barely know what I was saying.
“Am I giving you enough to do?” he asks.
“Yes, I mean, well, I’d be happy to do more. I’d be happy to do whatever you wanted.”
“That’s a dangerous thing to say”. He says it almost under his breath but there is nowhere to hide in there.
I keep my voice as steady as I can. “What would you like me to do for you now?”
At first he has this shocked look on his face. I guess it’s the first time I’ve really given him permission. And then he gives me this monstrous look of naked lust.
“Whatever I want?”
I nod, without taking my eyes off him. I can’t believe we’re about to do this. My godfather. My dad’s best friend. The man that when I was a kid used to buy me the absolute best birthday presents and who used to let me stay over and when his wife and kids had gone to bed we’d stay up till midnight eating icecream and talking about music and books and he’d give me advice about my fucked up parents.
“I want you to drop that towel,” he says.
I look down at my chest, still dripping with water, and trembling slowly undo the knot of the towel. My breasts feels heavy and round.
He drinks the sight of them in. I swear a fire alarm could go off now and he wouldn’t leave.
I notice the bulge growing in his pants and he shifts uncomfortably. “Put your finger in your mouth and then touch your nipple.”
So I do.
He swallows hungrily and rubs the stubble on his face, never once taking his eyes off me. He takes his T-shirt off and his pants. He’s in his late 40s but still has this wonderfully fit physique, with power in every sinew and muscle. The thought, “I’ve never seen his cock before” hits like a bolt through my mind.
It is long and thick and growing harder by the minute. I can’t believe the sight of me is making that happen.
He notices that I am looking at it. He puts his hand around it and pumps it a couple of times.
“You can’t imagine how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”
I bite my lip. “Since I started my internship?”
He shakes his head. “Earlier. Too early.”
He comes over to me. Everything about him is turning me on. The way he is directing me. His hulking figure. His hard as fuck cock.
He gently pulls the towel away from me and breathes deeply at the sight of my naked body.
“I watched you grow into this beautiful young woman.” He gently pushes my shoulders down so that I was lying flat and strokes with his fingers the rest of my body: over my breasts, my stomach and my legs.
He continues: “Do you know how many times you’ve come over, and all I’ve wanted to do was sweep you up, take you to my bedroom and have make love to you all afternoon?”
I am kind of shocked. I had no idea he’s been lusting after me so long.
“I don’t think Mrs West would have liked that too much.”
He smiles, cheekily as he kneels on the floor. “No, I guess she wouldn’t have.”
He pries open my legs and grabs onto my ass, burying his face into my pussy.
Immediately I begin to moan as he licks and sucks me. I can feel that stubble on his chin grazing me softly.
I arch my back in pleasure and cry out and widen my legs. I am grabbing fistfuls of sheets.
I try to move away because I can’t handle how good it feels. But he won’t let me. He grabs my waist and pulls me back, sticking his tongue back in.
It feels so fucking good. I am being so noisy but I don’t care.
I keep thinking “I can’t believe my father’s best friend has his tongue in my pussy” and it just turns me on even more.
Suddenly the door knocks. I don’t know if I can handle any more surprises – but it is just Mr West’s PA reminding me it was time for the pre-dinner meeting.
Even then Mr West doesn’t stop his “harassment” and I have to bury my face in a pillow and just try and yell a normal “OK!” between moans.
But she won’t leave us alone. “Are you OK in there?” she asks.
Mr West finally stops what he is doing and looks annoyed. “You’d better answer her,” he whispers.
I nod and wrap the towel around me again. He goes into the bathroom to hide.
I open the door. “Sorry I was just having a shower. It’s at 5.30pm right?”
She nods. I wonder if she can smell the sex on me! “I’m not sure where Mr West is. I’ve knocked on his door but no answer. You haven’t seen him have you?”
I have to stop myself from laughing and shake my head.
She finally finally goes away!
I open the bathroom door and gingerly look inside. Mr West comes out, still stark naked, and cups my face in his hand. He pries open my mouth with his thumb and I suck on it.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed about this mouth,” he murmurs.
He slides his hand around my waist and brings me close to him. I feel his cock swelling again between my legs.
He sighs. “All I want to do is fuck you all afternoon but I really have to go to that meeting.”
“At least let me …” I stop, embarrassed.
He laughs and grabs my chin, tilting my face up so I’m looking into his eyes.
He can see I can’t bring myself to say it. So he decides to help me. “You said whatever I want, right?”
I nod.
“Well you’ve got me all hot and bothered and I really want you to put your cock around my mouth.”
I sit on the bed so that I’m eye-to-eye with his cock. He strokes my hair and grabs it in a bunch so that he can see my face. He wants to watch his cock going into my mouth.
I open my mouth and let his big beast enter me. He lets out a soft moan almost immediately.
I make my mouth as soft as possible and suck on it. He starts moaning even louder and closes his eyes.
I can feel it getting harder and harder in my mouth. I put my hands around his ass and try and open my jaw wider so that it can go deeper down my throat.
He’s groaning now and thrusting faster into my mouth. “Oh fuck,” he says and then cries out my name.
I can barely breathe there’s so much cock pumping away in my mouth. But I don’t stop. I grab his ass even tighter and keep everything in my mouth tight and wet and warm around him.
His cock is rock hard and I can feel he’s about to blow.
In one big thrust he fucks me and releases his cum and cries out.
I go to the bathroom to spit it out and rinse my mouth.
When I come back out I feel shy and strange. I know nothing will be the same between my godfather and I again.
He kisses me hard and long on the mouth. He grabs a strand of my long, silky hair. “You’re mine, you understand?”
I nod as his hand slips around my waist and draws me close. He strokes my ass. “The last few years have been torture, waiting until you turned 18 so I could do this. And I wasn’t sure if you’d even want to.”
He nuzzles his face into my neck. “And now you’re finally mine.”
He dresses and just before he leaves says to me with a smile, “things might get a little crazy tonight – the clients always take us for the wildest evenings”.
I grin. “I’m up for anything.”
He laughs. “And we’re not to tell Mrs West about any of this.”
“Mm, because I was just about to call her and say, ‘I just had your husband’s cock in my mouth and he couldn’t really get enough of me’.”
He slaps my still naked ass. “And I’ll call your dad and say, ‘I just spent the last hour making your daughter’s pussy wet and sticky’.”
We both laugh at the total ridiculousness but that lustful look never really leaves his face.
“Oh fuck, I can’t wait to have you on top riding me,” he says, huskily.
I smile and gently push him out the door before he starts up again. “You’d better go or you’ll be late.”
“Don’t forget, you’re all mine honey,” he says as the door shuts.