[f/M] I sucked my friend’s father off

Since moving back to the Vancouver area, I’ve been dog-sitting for my friend’s dad. Usually I stop by his place if he’s working late and take her for a walk, feed her, and hang out for a bit. A few times he’s gone out of town or won’t get home until late because of travel and I’ve stayed the night with her. She’s a rescue and while she’s great at home during the day, she gets anxious if she’s alone a night so I just stay in the spare room if I have to spend the night or stay late. It’s better than trying to get home at whatever weird hours my friend’s dad returns.

Now, about my friend’s dad. He is a 6’0 ginger with green eyes, huge shoulders and arms, a bit of a beer belly, and well kept beard. He also has a jawline that a Greek statue would envy, and a smile that could charm the pants off a nun. In my case, his smile makes my panties tear themselves off my body and fly across the room. He’s also only 16 years older than me because my friend’s parents had her young. So he’s not *that* old. I mean, he’s still old, but he’s only 40’s old. Not 50’s or 60’s old like my other friend’s fathers.

I’ll admit that I’ve fantasized about hooking up with him (he’s been divorced from my friend’s mom for 8 years now), but it’s something I’d never thought about acting on. He is my friend’s father, for one. He’s also 16 years older than me. Besides the age difference, and potential for drama, he’s also never shown any interest in me. So my fantasies have stayed fantasies and I’ve done my best not to let on that I have a small crush on him.

However, that all changed Friday night. He’d asked me to stay with his dog for the night because he wouldn’t get home until late. I had a bad week so I was happy to spend the night with one of the most affectionate dogs I’ve ever met. It was just past 11pm when Mr. J walked into his apartment to see me laying on the sofa drinking whiskey straight from the bottle through a crazy straw shaped like glasses. The dog was sprawled on top of me and snoring. We’d been watching romantic comedies all night because nothing makes me feel better than getting white girl wasted while watching Sandra Bullock be ridiculous.

He cautiously walked into his living room and asked me what was wrong. I said that I’d had a bad week. Carefully, he walked over to me and tugged his dog off of me. She happily licked his face while he pet her, then went and curled up in her crate. At this point I was sitting up to get ready to leave. It wasn’t too late and I was barely tipsy so I could easily catch a train home. Instead he pulled me up, sat down next to me and wrapped his arms around me.

“Talk to me, kiddo,” he demanded.

I tried not to cry, but I couldn’t help it. It was like when little kids get hurt. As soon as you pay any attention to them, they start to cry. And, boy did I ever cry. I wound up bawling my eyes out all over his shirt while he held me and gently rocked me. By the time I was finished his shirt was soaked and stained with my mascara, my nose was runny, and my phone was vibrating next to me where I’d put it on the couch.

A FWB was messaging to ask when I’d be home so he could come over and fuck my face.

I felt like I was a teenager that had just been caught sneaking in a window after missing curfew. I quickly flipped my phone over so it was face down and looked at Mr. J to see if he’d seen the message. He had. I couldn’t think of anything to do so I just sat there and stared at his face while I waited for a reaction. After an awkward moment of silence, he reached up and tucked my head back against his shoulder and I hid my face against his shirt.

“Do you let all the boys talk to you like that?” he asked. His hand was resting on the back of my head as he held me and his fingers were gently petting me.

“Sucking cock makes me feel better,” I murmured into his shirt.

“Really?” his fingers continued to gently massage the back of my head.

“Really, really,” I nodded.

Then we just…sat there. Silently. For endless minutes. I didn’t know what to do so I closed my eyes and did my best to stay still. It was awkward. It was awful. It was agonizing. Seriously, why didn’t he just say something? Anything!

“I guess you better go for it then.”

I laughed, “are we suddenly in a porno? Do you want me to jiggle my butt for the camera?”

“There’s no camera, but I think you should suck my dick if it’ll help you feel better,” he kissed my forehead and continued to massage my scalp.

“How generous,” I quipped back.

He chuckled, “I am generous god.”

“But for real, are you for real for real?” I looked up at him to see if he was serious.

“Yes. Do you like to suck cock?” he asked

“Yes?” I hesitantly replied.

“Will it help you feel better?”

“Yes?”

“Then go for it, kiddo.”

We went back and forth like that for a few minutes. I couldn’t believe what he was suggesting and was convinced my life had suddenly become a badly scripted porn. He explained that he’d always thought I was cute and had fantasized about fucking me when I was younger. He also admitted to checking on me the last few times I’d spent the night and wishing he could find a way to bring up having sex with me. None of this convinced me that I suddenly wasn’t on a porn set.

*SLUT SUCKS OFF FRIEND’S FATHER*

I was really hesitant. “This will stay between us?” I asked.

“This will stay between us.”

“No strings?” Slowly I shifted on to my knees.

He smiled, “no strings.”

That was all I needed to hear. I slowly slid off the couch and moved so that I was kneeling between his legs. I watched his face for any signs that this was a joke or that this was somehow something other than what I thought it was. I looked away to undo his belt and pants then went back to watching his face as I tugged his pants and briefs down around his hips. I continued to watch his face and put the tip of his soft cock into my mouth and carefully sucked.

As soon as I started to draw on him, he let out a loud groan and his head fell back on to the sofa. I carefully continued to suck, hesitantly licking as he started to get hard in my mouth. A part of me was wondering what the hell I was doing. Another part of me was wondering when the joke would be up. Was this really a thing that was happening? The last part of me just didn’t care as I continued to suck and lick the tip of Mr. J’s dick.

“Oh fuck, kid, you have no idea how good that feels.”

Was it weird that he was calling me kid while he was getting a hard on in my mouth? I tried not to debate that point as I slowly started working more of him in and out of my mouth. I knew if I put too much thought into this I’d talk myself out of what I was doing. So I gave myself a mental shrug and shut my mind off and let my favourite mantra take over.

*Cock goes in, brain goes out. Cock goes in, brain goes out. Cock goes in, brain goes out.*

I let my lips move from the tip down to the base of his cock, my mouth taking long, deliberate sucks. Oh-so-slowly I slid my lips back to the tip and swirled my tongue around it. Then my mouth drifted back down to the base. He groaned again as I moved my mouth back to the tip and ran my tongue around the head again. I kept up that pattern until he was rock hard. Sucking him into my mouth before moving back to the tip and rubbing my tongue around it.

Fully erect, his cock was beautiful. Thick, and veiny, he wasn’t overly long, but I loved how he stood straight up and down. In length terms he was perfectly average. In regards to girth, he was thick. I could barely wrap my fingers around the thickest part of him, and beyond that, his cock was perfectly formed. He wasn’t circumcised, so I carefully pulled his foreskin back to admire the fat head. The ridge around the head of his cock looked delicious. Like his jaw, Greek statues would have envied how perfectly formed it was.

I looked up at him as I leaned forward and licked the underside, letting my tongue slide along the ridge. When I found the frenulum with my tongue stud and let it scrape up and down over it. He growled and slid his hands into my hair.

“That’s it, kiddo, lick that cock.”

I kissed the tip before kissing the underside again. Looking up at him, traced my tongue around the head again before licking across his slit. His fingers tightening in my hair and I kept kissing and licking just the tip. Slowly I worshiped and made out with the head of his cock just like that while he leaned forward and ran his fingers through my hair and slowly wrapped it around one of his fists. His other hand rested on the back of my neck.

“Oh, baby, lick that cock. Show me how much you love it.”

He was leaning over me and watching as I licked at him. I met his eyes and started to bob my head up and down on his cock. I’d move my mouth about halfway down his cock before pulling back to the head. As my mouth moved up and down his shaft I pressed my tongue up to the underside and sucked lightly. Up and down, up and down. Over and over my lips slid up and down his cock. He growled and and his hand tightened in my hair. He’d growl every time I’d press my tongue stud up against him. My mouth started to move quicker. I fucked half his cock in and out of my mouth. As I picked my pace up, my hand came up to wrap around the shaft and followed my mouth as I sucked him off.

“Tell me you love my cock, kid. Tell me how much you love sucking my dick.”

I popped him out of my mouth and continued to jerk him off. “I love sucking your fat, beautiful cock. You feel so good in my mouth.”

“Tell me you love my cock again.”

“I love sucking your cock,” I stuck my tongue out and rubbed him against my piercing as I jerked him off.

“Yes, let me feel that slutty tongue ring. Say it again. Say you love my cock.” He moved my hand away and grabbed himself to slap his dick against my face and tongue.

“I love sucking your cock. Please let me suck your cock?”

“I don’t think you want it enough,” he slapped himself my tongue again. “Do you really want this dick?”

“Yes. I love your cock. Please let me suck your dick? I need your cock so bad. Please? I love your cock.” I wiggled my tongue as he hit the tip of his cock against my piercing and cheeks.

“Fuck, kid. You’re such a good little girl. Fucking suck that cock for me.” Mr. J leaned back and let go of his dick. As soon as he let go my lips were wrapped around him and I was pushing him to the back of my mouth and bobbing my head up and down again.

I pressed him into my mouth until he’d reached the back of my tongue. I knew I was going to gag so I slowed down and carefully pushed him deeper into my mouth. With how thick he was, the head pressed the back of my tongue down and I gagged a little. Ignoring that, I pushed him into my throat and tried to force myself to relax. When I gagged again I moved my mouth back to the head of his dick.

“Oh fuck, little girl, do that again. Take all my cock again.”

Slurping, I dipped my head back down. Slowly pressing him over the back of my tongue and into my throat. Looking up, I watched him as I buried him balls deep in my mouth. As my lips made it to the base, I gently jabbed him into the back of my throat repeatedly until I gagged and choked. I coughed and let him fall out of my mouth. Immediately, he wrapped his hand around his cock and pushed the head back into my mouth. His hand that was wrapped in my hair gripped tightly against my scalp and he pushed me back down. Again, he hit the back of my tongue. I gagged. Again, he pushed balls deep and thrust in and out until I choked.

He let me pull away and I went back to using my mouth and hand to work him in and out of my mouth. With a groan, he let go of my hair and leaned back against the couch. All you could hear were his groans and growls and me slurping him up and down. I started slow and then sped up until he was gasping and thrusting his hips up to meet my strokes. Then I’d slow down and take my time sucking him into my mouth and working my tongue along every inch that I took. When his breathing would calm down, I’d start moving my mouth and hand quickly, working him back up.

Eventually he stood up and put his hands on either side of my head. I looked up at him and watched as I popped my mouth off of his cock and ran my tongue down the entire length so I could suck his balls into my mouth. I ran my tongue around one, then the other and buried my nose against his skin as I took turns sucking of his balls then the other. I didn’t break eye contact as I made out with his nut sack.

Once I had his balls soaked with my spit I licked and kissed my way back up his cock and sucked the head back between my lips. As he slipped back into mouth his hands gripped my head more tightly. He held me still then started to pump his hips back and forth, thrusting himself in and out of my mouth. Repeatedly he pushed himself to the back of my tongue, forcing me to gag. Every few thrusts, he’d shove himself balls deep in my mouth and hold me there until I was choking. I struggled and a few times and almost puked. He never let go, but if I choked too hard, he’d go back to gently thrusting in and out of my mouth.

At one point he pushed his cock balls deep into my mouth. As soon as he hit the back of my throat, I opened my mouth a little further and stuck my tongue out and tried to lick his balls.

“Jesus fuck, kid. What the fuck? That’s so good. Stay just like that.” He tipped my head back and I stuck my tongue out as far as I could. He groaned and slowly pushed back into my throat. I gagged and choked. I tried to pull away and he let me. Then he pushed back in until I gagged and pulled away. We went back and forth like that. He’s force himself into my mouth and down my throat. If I didn’t gag too hard, he’d carefully fuck my throat until I was choking and gagging. Then he’d let me pull away for a few seconds before doing everything over again. I wondered what he’d do if I puked all over his dick. Would he take it as a compliment? Because at the rate we were going I was probably going to puke. He kept forcing me to gag and every time my throat would close around his cock, he’d growl and tell me he loved how it felt.

“Baby, you’re going to make me cum like this. Where do you want my cum?”

I wondered if it was rude to talk with your throat full like it was rude to talk with your mouth full.

I didn’t want to be rude so I moved my right hand to his cock and started jerking him off. “My face. I want your cum all over my face. Please? Please cum for me? I need your cum.”

“You want my cum on that pretty face?”

“Yeah,” I nodded and squeezed him tighter in my hand. Pumping my hand up and down, I started licking and sucking his balls.

“Oh my god, kid. You’re going to make me cum. Do you want my cum? You want this big load all over your face?” He was gasping and I felt his balls tighten.

I nodded and between kissing and sucking his balls I begged. “Cum please? Cum for me. Blow your load all over my face. Make me your cum slut. Please cum for me?” The tighter his balls got, the more frantically I licked and sucked and begged.

He growled and pulled my hair so my head snapped back. I opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out, and licked at the head of his cock while I jerked him off. My spit was dripping down my chin and it coated my hand as well. I could taste his precum and I was desperate for his load.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Of fuck,” he chanted. Then with a grunt, he his cum shot up my face. I closed my eyes quickly and felt it land across my left eye. He growled and the next shot sprayed across my nose and cheek. A few smaller shots landed on my tongue.

As soon as his cum stopped shooting out of him I carefully licked the head clean. He fell back to sit on the couch and I followed him to keep working on his cock. Gently I sucked on the head to make sure I’d gotten every drop out of him. He reached down and used his thumb to wipe his cum away from my eye and I opened my eyes to watch him again. Slowly, he pushed his thumb into my mouth and I sucked it clean. While I continued to move my lips along his softening length, he wiped his cum off my face and fed it to me.

Once my face was clean he pulled me up to curl up next to him. He wrapped his arms back around me and forced my head to rest on his chest.

“What the hell was that?” he asked.

“A blow job,” I replied while I shifted around to get comfortable.

“That’s wasn’t a normal blow job, kid. That was a worshipping. It was like you were in love with my junk.”

I nodded, “that’s usually what I aim for.”

“We’re going to talk about this. Just not right now. After the long day and load I just shot off, I need a nap.” He rested his head on the back of the sofa, closed his eyes, and squeezed me tightly.

Within minutes, he was asleep and I was trapped. I was snuggled up against him and I kind of liked it. He was warm, smelled good, and I was comfortable. I couldn’t help but giggle at how obscene Mr. J looked though. His pants and briefs were around his thighs and his shirt was unbuttoned and pushed open. His cock and balls were still covered in my spit. Then there was me. I could feel my hair was a mess from him pulling on it, I knew my mascara had run, and I could feel my spit drying on my face. I didn’t really know what else to do, but I knew that I was exhausted from crying and the release of helping Mr. J get off had taken the last of my energy. So I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Mr. J and I didn’t have our talk about what happened. We slept for a couple hours before he woke us both up and dragged me into his room. He pulled all of our clothes off and pulled me into his bed with him so that my back was resting against his front and my ass was tucked up against his junk. I’m not sure if he was fully awake for all of this because as soon as we were settled into bed, he was snoring and out cold. I fell asleep soon after and woke up just past 6am. Neither of us had moved in the night so I carefully wiggled free, got dressed, took the dog out for a quick walk, then went home.

He hasn’t messaged me since then, and I don’t have the guts to message him. Hopefully this was NSA fun for the both of us and we can leave it at that.

All I can think right now is that my friend is going to kill me if she ever finds out what I did.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4tdw74/fm_i_sucked_my_friends_father_off