A friend wrote this for me based on my slutty confession posts, and from her perspective…
I quickly padded from Jay and I’s bedroom where he slept soundly and I figured I would find a cure to my boredom. I grinned at the man who had been slowly becoming my dirty secret and pulled off my worn, black t-shirt as I walked towards him in the living room. Underneath it was the lingerie he had me buy. I wasn’t used to wearing lingerie but it emboldened me and made me feel so sexy and unstoppable. The lacy black bra cupped my tits in perfect circles and the cheeky matching underwear let my ass be exposed while framing my small curves. He raked his eyes slowly over me, I could feel his gaze on me like wax melting over every inch he viewed.
“I see my money was well spent, just like it was well earned,” he said in approval. I chuckled and slowly sat to straddle his lap. Tonight he wore just his gray sweats that he knew made me have to fight to avoid looking at him around the family. He never wore underwear with those sweats so I could always see his thick bulge even when he was soft. Cheekily, I squirmed and scooted a bit on his lap to “get comfortable” which made him groan and roll his eyes.
“I know what you’re doing, Jan. Are you trying to earn something else from me?” He held my hips still so I stopped my playful teasing.
I acted shocked, “Well, if you want to buy me something I’m not holding you back but right now I just feel like spoiling you tonight since you’ve seemed so uptight lately.”
We talked for a bit about what had been stressing him out that day and I saw his stresses weren’t just going to go away by talking. I told him to lay on the couch on his belly and I pulled out some massage oil I had bought just for him. I pulled off his pants and he laid down on his belly. I softly rubbed the soles of his feet with the calming oil, working my way up to his calves. I spent long moments focusing on each muscle of his strong legs and I finally made it up to his hips, I massaged his cheeks and up to his lower back. I then straddle his back, making my seat on his bum. I softly rubbed my tiny hands over his skin, feeling for the tight knots and swelling he likely had there. My thumbs worked over each inch of his skin and I could feel the pressure release with each second. With every release of each knot, he would softly sigh or groan and it made my ears turn red. Those sounds always got to me even when they weren’t sexual. Even him moaning over food got to me. As he lay face down on the couch, my hands glided up to his neck and my lips followed. I kissed underneath his earlobe; I was unable to hold back but I hoped I didn’t ruin the relaxing moment.
My hopes rang true when he flipped over so quickly that I almost fell off. He didn’t speak, just kept his eyes closed. His face was warm and flushed so it looked like he was having a good night so far. I adjusted my straddled position and continued my massage on his neck, down his chest, stomach, hips… I contemplated his enticing manhood between his legs but decided to skip. I would come back to it, however tempting that it was. I stood as I worked the muscles in his thighs and calves and once again his feet. Once I had completed his body, I decided to top off the massage with the happy ending I knew he’d love. My fingers trailed up his slickened thigh. There was heat radiating off of him that drew me closer to his groin. My fingers had a mind of their own, I just followed my body’s lead. They delicately cupped his balls, they seemed full. Perhaps deprived. It had been a few days since we had interacted. I wondered if he hadn’t even gotten off since then. Maybe he was saving it for me? Maybe he didn’t want anyone else but me?
I felt guilty but the thought made me feel so good at the possibility of that being true. I massaged his balls and began to trace my other hand over his semi-hard cock. It was slowly rising with every second. I didn’t have to do much, I was enjoying simply inflicting this pleasure on him. I glanced up at him as I knelt between his legs and traced my tongue around his balls. I sucked one ball at a time into my wet mouth and caressed them with my tongue, carefully letting go of one to pay attention to the other. I pulled his now fully hard cock into my mouth and devoured his length whole. He pushed his way down my throat and I fought my gags to stay as quiet as possible in the night.
He pulled my head up off his cock and up towards him. I took the hint a little uncertainly and pushed aside the new panties I wore as I hovered over him. “Are- I don’t think I can take all of it…”
He pushed my hips down towards his awaiting erection. “I know you can take it.” And with that, he pushed his entire length into me for the first time. “Fuckk…” It was a painful stretch, but I was always so wet around him I adjusted easily to the feeling. I bit my lip to muffle myself and he hissed when he slid in. He filled me entirely to the hilt, the feeling was indescribable. I was shaky, but I slowly began riding him. Up and down, as deep as I could take. It was a tight fit and it was as if my body couldn’t release him even though I didn’t plan on stopping. I increased the momentum and he matched my rhythm.
My small breasts bounced in their confined lace so I undressed my bra and placed his hands on them. He squeezed and massaged them and my toes curled as he continued to pound me from below and assault my tits in that rough dominating way. Even when he was under me I knew he was ultimately still over me. I leaned my head down as I grew weak with pleasure and could no longer keep going. He pulled me in with his strong arms into his sweating chest and bit my ear. He started leaving hickies on my neck and my pussy clenched hard around his cock. I moaned into his ear, “Fuck, Da-addy,” the words just rolled out of my mouth and he responded with harder, faster thrusts into my guts. I whimpered and shook when waves of pleasure began controlling my body. “Cum in me, make me your cum slut.” And he thrust one last time into me, so deep. He clenched my body tight in his arms and twitched as he came in me. I felt the cum shoot deep and it sent me through one last wave of my orgasm.
We lay there together for a moment, enveloped in the smell of sex and sweat. I realized suddenly what had happened and he saw a concerned look in my eyes. “What’s the matter?”
I stammered a bit. “Um, you just left all those hickies on my neck.” He examined my neck. “They don’t look that bad…”
“Who are you kidding? I don’t even have to see them to tell how dark they’re going to be.” I thought for a second and tapped my chin. His gradually softening cock was still sitting inside of me. “You know, it’d be such a shame if Jay or your wife were to see them.”
He nervously frowned at me, “What are you getting at, Jan?”
I bit my lip and twirled my tousled hair around my finger. “Well… I say that if you want to continue to fuck me, treat me like a little cum slut, and whatever else you want in the future, you can keep buying me things… and I will keep the hickies covered. ‘ I shrugged, “Jay doesn’t even know how to leave a hickie so even if he saw them it would be a dead giveaway since I never leave home. You’re the only man around me other than Jay and he would put two and two together.” He looked conflicted but agreed and I smiled cheerfully. I’d gotten my fix for the night and I’d pretty much gotten a sugar daddy as well. But I would never actually rat him out and show the hickies because I actually enjoyed our secret, but I also loved the rush of possibly being found out as well.
Damn, maybe new lingerie really did make me a new person after all.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/p0i6v4/sucking_her_bfs_dads_balls
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