So my dad had a work colleague/kinda friend, named Dave, who came around the house often until I grew up. BBQs, meet ups and that sort of thing. I didn’t see him much for a while before turning eighteen, though I still had fond memories of him: he used to give me some money, taught me swimming and was generally nice to me.
One day I had a text from him through my dad, he had invited me for golfing after all this time. Sort of a sentimental birthday gift sort of deal, I accepted.
On the day it wasn’t anything spectacular, just me and the silver head talking. Near the start the weather got wet and long story short he convinced me to come around his house to talk.
I sat at his modestly sized kitchen table, feeling kind of stiff and awkward. “Y’know, you still look great. Athletic.” He told me while pouring wine into two glasses, I tried to chuckle in response but it only came out as a giggle. “I bet you’ve got a boy don’t ya.”
I reluctantly shook my head, afterwards noticing a smirk forming on his lips. “Well it’s going to make what I say a lot easier to you” he handed me a glass which I gulped down “Uni tuitions are quite expensive, and I know your family and their whole mindset. I want you to have the chance to go there.” I felt hazy and light headed, barely listening to his words.
“All you have to do is wash up, wear my wife’s special dress and come to my bedroom.” He came closer to me, shaking my blond hair about with his heavy palm. He whispered in my ear as I stood up in a dazed state “good girl”, his heavy breathing causing butterflies to run wild in my stomach. I didn’t need convincing or an explanation, I walked upstairs and cleaned myself knowing full well his intentions. My dad always ignored me so it felt like the most thrilling ‘fuck you’ I could give. It’s not even like I didn’t know what was gonna go down if I went around his, he had basically groomed me for himself.
When I walked out, tied up mopped up hair and some shaving stubbles on my otherwise smooth body, I saw propped up on his bed a red set of lingerie. The velvet felt soothing on my skin, it accentuated my curves and even barley hid my pussy under it’s carelessly thin thong. Despite the sexy clothing something felt off about the whole deal, before I could think I saw his shadow come over my shoulder. I turned and shyly waved, he replied by simply pushing my head downwards.
I knew what he wanted, my knees planted on his carpet and my eyes locked on to a half done up zipper. I gently slithered my hands past his thighs and onto his belt; unbuckling him to only reveal a pair of boxers where a heavy bulge rested it weight.
I felt his scent, licking and teasing him through the fabric as my nose pressed against his stiffening shaft. He smelt salty, an indescribable aroma that I could not trace or truly relate to any other smell. I heard him groan, louder and louder until he tore it down.
A 6 inch semi hit my brow, I looked up as him and felt a hand push onto my cheek. I stared at his cock, it throbbed and throbbed in silent rhythm; as I looked onto his meandering twitching veins I suddenly began to feel a wave of arousal for every jolt his dick gave out. Thoughts that never crossed my straight little mind began to repeat and arouse me: ‘surrender to your superior’, ‘taste him’, ‘crave him’. It overwhelmed me, no reason or logic remained except for the existence of his cock.
My lips slithered over his bellend, entering further and further into my mouth. I began bobbing my head forwards and backwards like I had seen countless pornstars do, my tongue following his cock to the back of my throat. He became larger in my mouth, harder and without playful softness. I suddenly felt his heavy hands pushing on the back of my head, my arms jittered aimlessly as he cut my breathing. I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes in pleasurable agony as he slid his manhood to the back of my throat without mercy. He let go when my lips pressed his hairy groin, forcing me to gasp for air while sinking my back to the floor. Silver slithers of spit and precum bridged my chin and his cock, which came tumbling down my neck as he pressed my mouth against his dick. I gagged and choked while tapping his thighs yet he didn’t listen, he kept chocking me with shorter pauses in between each push. I felt sweat drench the meeting of my forehead and hair, I felt my eyes water and swell with an ocean of tears running down my cheeks, I felt my throat gape and sore as if beaten. He let go off my head for the last time, I collapsed gasping for air. My mascara running down my cheeks.
I barely understand what was happening before he placed me onto the end of his bed, he pressed my legs next to my head and told me to hold them in place. I could feel his gland teasing me, moving in circles on my hole. It felt so sensitive and vulnerable, exposed to every light touch and change in the wind.
He stopped and began running his hands across my pale body “who’s your new daddy now? Who’s your real daddy.” I was awe struck.
“You’re my only daddy, I need you daddy.” lost in pleasure I began audibly muttering “I need you daddy, I need you to fuck me.”
He stroked his cock “I’m going to fuck you like a whore, in my wife’s dress and bed sheets. I want you to beg for it, beg for your real daddy.”
I gave in “please, please fuck me daddy.” In an instant a ringing pain in my anal cavity rang through my body, looking down from his broad shoulders and chest I could see him sliding in and out at his own pace. For the next hour all I could hear was the clapping of skin and the wet rubbing of subdued fleshy curtains, I gave out moans and whimpers which were easily overcome by bed squeaks and more relentless pummels. His cock inside me gave me shudders, as pressure slowly turned into pleasure my legs began to quiver.
I looked into his cold eyes, turning my expression into that of a stray orphan. “Don’t pull out, daddy.” I breathlessly told him, feeling him entering me quicker and quicker. I could feel his tension, his legs squeezing and his groans ringing in my ears. In one moment of mutual bliss I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed, pressing my chest against his body. I could feel him mumble but it was lost in the pleasure, my jittery nerves gave out as complete euphoria swept me.
Lost in the subsequent waves of pleasure I wrapped my arms him and rested my head against his shoulder. I just then noticed cum dripping down my leg, and a filling warmth in my anus. He laid me down just before going to his shower. I cuddled with him later that night, wearing his silky wife’s night dress as his request.
Needless to say I share everything with his wife now, despite her not knowing. Jewelry, lingerie, dresses, mascara, perfumes. There isn’t a pair of knickers that my body hasn’t met or her husband hasn’t groped me in. Instead of college I meet him and let him spoil me before he ties me up and leaves with my pussy lips bright red, there’s usually something strange when dad’s gatherings don’t have two vacant seats and a locked bathroom I’ll put it this way.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/geiiki/teen_sodomized_by_dads_boss_fm