I’d flirted a little with a couple of my dads friends before. When he’d have them over for drinks sometimes I’d see what I could get away with. Most of them are married but they’re the ones that seem to look at me the most. Sometimes I’d call them Mr ‘their last name’ and bat my eyes a little and watch as they blushed. There was one that I liked a little more than the others. I would never make a move on him but I do like to fantasise. He’s around 50 but he looks a little younger, his face is chiseled and yet still friendly. He keeps a little stubble and has pretty eyes. We’ll call him Mr Smart.
Well Mr Smart would often let me drink some of his drink if my dad said I’d had enough. He’d wink at me. He’d call me little pet names and comment a little on my body, saying how much I’ve grown into a woman now. He’d put his hands on my waist to squeeze past me sometimes and even his hands turned me on a little. Anyways, last year we were invited to one of my dads colleagues (Mr Smart’s) NYE party. I thought it was stupid because I wanted to go to one with my friends but I was made to go along anyways. I wore a glittery black dress with one single strap and some heels- presentable. Although what nobody knew but me was that I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
We got to the party and had a few sociable drinks although I got bored fast and eventually strayed away from the busy rooms. I wandered around with my glass, feeling a little tipsy, exploring the house. I’d never been here before and it was nice. The Smart’s owned a lot of books and had extremely good taste. After a lot of wandering I came across the master bedroom. Seeing his bed caught me by surprise. I didn’t think I was into him as much as I was until then. I walked over to the bed and sat down thinking about him sleeping in there, fucking in there.
Before I knew it I had pulled up my dress and started playing with myself. I thought about how badly I wanted him to walk in and catch me, touching myself in my tight dress completely pantieless all for him. I thought about how he looked in his suit, how he’d dominate me as he climbed on top of me. How good he smelt as he kissed my neck before working his way down to my pussy. I was moaning to the thought of him, closing my eyes. I couldn’t stop myself. I was moaning his name, calling him sir, imagining my hands running through his hair as he ate me out, getting me ready to be ruined with his big cock. I couldn’t decide whether to think about sucking him off and being his good girl or taking all of him deep into my little pussy, begging him to fill me up. I was already getting close. Being in his room, the sexual energy was insane. I was about to orgasm right on his bedsheets. I prayed for him to walk in but he didn’t and I couldn’t help but finish, thinking about him shooting his hot cum inside me.
After that I got up, pulled my dress down and joined the party, acting as if nothing happened.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m7dj9r/masturbating_in_my_dads_friends_bed_at_an_nye
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