You can find a previous story in my profile.
This story continues to concern Amy, a chick I dated once upon a time. One of her roommates (NOT Naomi, who you would recognize from the previous story I posted) had her parents visiting for the weekend. Long story short, that roommate’s dad was your typical lard ass father figure. A boring, past his prime, middle aged fella who loved his canned Bud and loved hanging out among college students as a way to relive his long gone glory days. To be a little more specific, he was visiting for a college football game and I ended up briefly meeting him. There was truly nothing special about the man. He really was a drunken man child and not much else.
During that weekend, Amy’s roommate (Terry) ended up going out with her mother and leaving their father in Amy’s apartment for a few hours, presumably because he didn’t want to go out and was perfectly content with riding out his tailgate drunkenness in his daughter’s apartment. Fine.
Problem was, Amy was pretty irritated by all this. I understand. she wanted to Netflix and Chill, and now you have this man in his 50s hanging out in your living room and cramping your style. She complained to me about it very loudly and I sympathized but at the end of the day, what the fuck can I do? She said she wanted to fuck me around the apartment, but our activities were now constrained to her bedroom. Netflix and Chill was delegated to Amy’s laptop as we laid in bed.
Sooner than later, during a sex scene, Amy and I began to make out as I grinded against her in bed. Amy was intensely horny as things moved from feeling her up to Amy stripping down and reaching down my gym shorts to grab my semi-hard cock.
I yanked down her pajama pants, hands cupping her ass cheeks as I pinned her against the bed. As I entered her, she moaned…LOUD.
I mean, Terry’s father was literally in the next room. I could hear him watching TV as Amy told me:
“Fuck me hard baby.”
Again, she said this LOUD! I was a little nervous, but was so turned on I shushed my nerves as I continued to thrust inside of Amy. She squealed again as I fucked her:
“Fuck me Daddy!”
It wasn’t my first time being called that. And it was not my first time embracing a lover’s kinky side. But the thought of Terry’s dad hearing us fueled me (and Amy) as I continued to fuck her harder and more wildly. Amy was literally squealing, louder than I had ever heard her before. She clearly wanted Terry’s dad to hear her, presumably as a payback for him interrupting her weekend plans.
As I fucked Amy, I couldn’t help but think of this older dude just a few feet away hearing a twenty year old, horny college girl crying for Daddy as she got dicked down by her boyfriend. Amy was soaked, as I pushed my cock inside her, but I had the feeling that it wasn’t my dick that was making her so damn loud and wet! It was the fact that she was being overheard by the drunk, middle aged father of her roommate in the next room over. That was a turn on in its own right. I did not even mind. I became secretly determined for Terry’s dad to hear as much as possible.
I turned Amy out on her knees so she faced the door to her bedroom, and began fucking her in doggy. I fucked her in long, slow strokes, my hand pushing her face against the bedspread as she continued to cry out.
There was something about Amy’s sexuality and wildness that made me want to push things further in a way that I never really knew before. I grabbed Amy by the hair, still fucking in doggy, and made her look up at the unlocked door to the bedroom.
I spanked her, hard, and she yelped. I’m sure she exaggerated her yelp for Terry’s dad’s benefit. It made me jealous.
I took advantage of this and asked her (quietly) if she wanted him to open the door and watch us. I could feel her pussy get wetter as she gave a noncommital moan. I reminded her that the door was unlocked and that Terry’s dad could come in at any time. In my delirium, I hoped that he’d come in and see Amy getting fucked by me. I’m sure the sight would have made his year. I warned Amy that Terry’s dad could hear her and that he was going to come in and check on her and witness Amy getting pounded.
Amy came seconds later, I assume because she was more into the idea of Terry’s fifty something dad watching her get fucked than her actually getting fucked.
I was ready to cum not too long after, and turned Amy over to prepare. I asked her where she wanted it, and she said:
“On my face daddy.”
She said this unnaturally loud like she was projecting for Terry’s dad. I didn’t care. I loved it. I had never been asked to give a facial before. And I messed it up.
I pulled out and straddled Amy. I had been drinking and my aim was awful; I sprayed my cum but it landed mainly on her bedspread, staining her sheets. I cleaned up afterward, but could still hear Terry’s dad watching TV. I am sure he heard it all.
Amy told me a few days later that Terry’s dad followed her on social media and would ritualistically hit LIKE on all scaintly clad pictures of her. They never really interacted beyond that ever again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n5ar09/her_roommates_dad_mf