6 comments/ 151580 views/ 39 favorites Bad Dolly By: bad_kitty22 My best friend Amber Wells and I had been friends for about six years. She had been the new girl and I loved her to pieces immediately. We did almost everything together, and I could be myself around her all the time. We were now both in our last year of school, just turned eighteen (our birthdays only a month apart). I'd lived at her house just as much as I had my own over the last six years, but I'd only seen her father a handful of times, as he worked out of state. Amber's mother, Magda, was like a second mother to me, and I loved her just as much. I thought that she would be happier without a husband who was never around, but she exuded cheeriness 24/7, so it can't have been that bad for her. 'So, are you excited about graduating, Dolly?' Magda asked while making us quesadillas. 'I guess. I think I'll miss the way things are now, though.' I replied. 'Is dad going to be here for graduation?' Amber piped up grumpily, flashing her mum a sarcastic look. 'Well, it just so happens that he's coming down for the weekend, so you can ask him then.' Amber's face lit up and she began jumping around the room like a dork. I laughed along with them, though it was more for their joy than his coming home. Amber dragged me off my stool and we danced like idiots, until Magda yelled out that lunch was ready. I had to admit, Mr. Wells' all consuming job paid off. They had a huge villa with a deep pool, tennis court and even a nice little labyrinth you could stroll through. Inside they had a Jacuzzi, sauna, huge games room and soundproof music room. The house was so immaculate all the time (cleaned by a maid every second day), that at first I'd been afraid to eat or sleep there. After a while of transferring ourselves from my house to hers so often, though my meager residence paled in comparison, I warmed up to it. When Mr. Wells did come back home, I always felt obliged to stay at my own home and let the Wells be a family, but they insisted I stay whenever I could. I was always nervous around him; to me he was a stranger staying in a house I practically lived in. But of course that was nonsense and he probably thought I was the imposter. Whenever we found ourselves alone in the living room or dining room, we cleared our throats, searching desperately for something to break the ice, but it never happened. I'd always get so uncomfortable I'd leave the room looking for Amber. Luckily for me, I was prepared this time. I'd learned a little more about him and my maturity had taught me that conversation comes freely if you just relax. I had grown up a lot throughout mine and Amber's friendship and I hoped he'd see that, and not think of me as a silly child. I could always see the resemblance of him in Amber, his thick dark hair, his deep brown eyes and full lips. Aside from his great genes, he worked out and it showed. I'd only seen him in the pool once, fleetingly and I was very impressed, though back then it wasn't anything to be worried about. I was still a pimply, nerdy girl who loved boy bands and glitter temp tattoos. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That weekend I planned to stay home, to keep out of their way, but as per usual they waved off the thought that I was anything but family and almost forced me to stay. I think I only agreed because Magda's cooking improved tenfold when Mr. Wells came home. We all sat around the dinner table and ate while Amber and Magda made jovial conversation. In their excitement they practically forgot Mr. Wells and I were at the table, which was fortunate, considering he couldn't unglue his gaze from me. I awkwardly played with my food and glanced over to see if I'd accidentally made eye contact, but no, there he was again, staring into my eyes or at my matured body. I felt my face grow hot. I couldn't believe the audacity of this man! His doting wife and daughter were sitting there, raving about how happy they were that he was home and all he could do was devour me with his eyes. I decided to myself not to make anything of it, he was probably just horny from being away from Magda for so long and needed a good lay from her. I calmed down and ate the rest of my dinner, ignoring him. That night he and Magda went to bed early and Amber and I cringed at each other. 'Ooold people seeex' I teased, 'Ew, shut up! That's my parents!' she shoved me over the side of my bean bag and I laughed. 'So what did he say about graduation?' I asked, once I got back up. 'He was actually really enthusiastic about it, said he'd be there with bells on.' 'Could you imagine how embarrassed you'd be?' We both burst into laughter again. It was 10pm when we changed into our summer PJs and headed for bed. I knew Amber could fall asleep in a heartbeat, but my mind always resisted rest for as long as possible. Tonight I was still tossing and turning by 1am, so I got up, frustrated, and went downstairs to the kitchen where some leftovers were sure to be in the fridge. I opened the fridge door and pulled out a bowl of roast pork, when I suddenly felt like I wasn't alone. I carefully placed the bowl on the bench and closed the door, my sight temporarily impaired by the fridges light. 'Hello?' I whispered into the darkness. Then I saw his silhouette and shuddered. I was only wearing a singlet and boyshorts and the cool air had stiffened my braless nipples. I stepped back from his direction, a little startled. 'Mr. Wells?' I whispered to him. He said nothing and didn't move. I was frightened and excited at the same time. I tried not to think of what he wanted, but at the same time I remembered his eyes across the table, watching me carefully, intently, wanting me. 'I-I'm sorry, I know I should be in bed.. I couldn't sleep..' I stuttered pathetically. He intimidated me and I felt powerless near him. The feeling of him watching me without saying a word created an ache inside me I should have never felt about my best friend's father. He was at least in his forties and I was an 18 year old virgin. Not only that but he was married to a woman I loved just as much as my own mother. Conflicting feelings stirred in my chest, but a warm feeling in my pelvis and told me to do one thing. I couldn't bring myself to obey it, so I just stood still staring at his figure in the shadows. I felt his eyes burning into me, my breasts, perky and erect, my stomach, my bare legs, my face.. I didn't know what to do, all I knew was that I wanted something I shouldn't have. Then he moved, I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination for a second, but when I saw him come into the light of the moon, I knew it was real. He was shirtless, his body glistened with sweat, his eyes serious and penetrating me. I was completely frozen, I couldn't even speak anymore, so I watched him approach me, slowly and wordless. One second he was across the room, the next he was right in front of me. I gasped with surprise and my hands flew up to protect myself. He took my hands in his and I felt the intense heat coming off of him, he wanted me, I knew it, but could I do it? Could I really betray my best friend and her mother and do this? His hands moved mine to the edge of the bench and I kept them there, obeying his silent demand. I looked up at his face and found him looking into mine, my heart skipped a beat and my body quivered with excitement. I feel guilty already, but my body had already made up its mind. He suddenly had a hand at the back of my head, he pulled my head towards his and his soft plump lips enveloped mine. I tentatively kissed him a few times, then as my urges grew more insistent, our tongues found each other and they wrestled frantically. We kissed deeply for a long time, it was heated and we both pushed our bodies together harshly. We were touching each other all over, every possible place our hands could go. We were in a frenzy, he kept his mouth on mine, muffling me. I felt up his chest, his arms and of course his front. He was hard as rock and I moaned with delight, wanting to take it out of hiding and hold it bare. But he took my hands away and put them back on the bench. We were both out of breath, excited and aching. I felt my pussy lips covered in more wetness than I'd achieved while cumming in my bed by myself. I kissed him deeply and he reveled in my horniness for him. He pulled away from me and looked at me seriously for a while. I squirmed with anticipation until he swiftly sat me on the edge of the bench and pulled my panties aside, the cool air found my cunt and sent a shiver up my body. Then his fingers found it and I almost blew our cover. Sparks of pleasure coursed through me, making me collapse onto Mr. Wells' shoulder and spread my legs wider, for him to gain easier entrance. He had a hard time forcing his two fingers all the way inside, not for lack of lubrication, but because I'd never been touched like this and my hymen was well intact. He slowly began to pump his fingers in and out of me, gently, breaking through the barrier one stroke at a time. I didn't feel any pain, I was so horny and relaxed I could only think of what he was doing to me on their family kitchen bench. I knew it was so wrong, but this was his fault, he did this to me. I couldn't help it. His fingers finally broke all the way through and now he was ravaging me with them. I moaned into his shoulder and gripped hard onto the bench. I felt a welling of pleasure building up inside me. I knew I would cum in a matter of seconds. He furiously pumped into me harder and harder, drawing me almost to the brink. Suddenly there were footsteps on the stairs. Mr. Wells disappeared in a second. I was sitting on the bench, legs wide, gripping the edge. I quickly jumped off and composed myself when the kitchen light came on, 'Dolly?' Amber said croakily, 'What are you doing? It's after midnight,' she stood at the kitchen door rubbing her eyes. 'I was just about to get some pork. I couldn't sleep.' I said frustrated. My body was quickly fading from the feeling of climax as I put the bowl back and headed back upstairs with Amber. We slept in separate beds and I furiously masturbated for the next half hour, thinking of her father and all the things I wished he could have done to me that night. To be continued... Bad Dolly Ch. 02 The next day I was groggy and confused as to whether the whole thing had been a dream or not. Amber was already out of bed and downstairs. My heart pounded frightfully for a few dreadful seconds. I thought of what would happen if Mr. Wells had felt guilty about our little rendezvous and had told his family. What if they were all waiting for me downstairs? I shook away the thought and decided to deal with it when or if it happened. I crept down the stairs to find the usual Sunday morning commotion. Amber and Madge always went to church while I stayed at their house, being indifferent of faith, myself. They were all busy with breakfast, finding clothes, cleaning up and no one looked up when I entered the dining area. 'Morning sweetie, how was your sleep?' Madge said in her usual cheery, loving tone, she'd obviously seen me out of the corner of her eye. My heart felt heavy as I told her about how I couldn't sleep and came downstairs, then Amber came to find me and we went back to bed. Totally avoiding the part where her husband found me in the kitchen and broke my hymen with his fingers. I couldn't look her in the eye, not that she noticed, with getting everyone's breakfast ready. It was a cool morning, looking to turn into a hot day. I was wearing a light singlet that barely covered my stomach and a pair of Amber's boyshort pairs of underwear. Usually I wouldn't have given it a thought, but with the man across the table I suddenly felt very aware of my bare skin. My nipples and skin pricked with a cool rush of excitement and guilt. I humbly sat down at the table and there he was, reading the paper, eating his breakfast that his lovely wife had made him. My heart did somersaults in my chest and I felt rotten, I wanted to leave, my guilt was swallowing me whole as I sat down and someone handed me some French toast. 'You coming to church, honey?' Magda asked her husband, 'No, dear, you go on without me, I've got some things to sort out in the office.' 'Okay, well make sure Dolly doesn't get too bored, will you?' She said jokingly and I swallowed my breakfast hard. My face showed no signs of this inner turmoil as I smiled at her and rolled my eyes. 'Of course, we can get to know each other finally,' he joked back, giving me a friendly wink. 'Yeah, and then you might not be so freaked out by him every time he visits, huh Dolly.' Amber nudged me with her elbow and I slapped her shoulder, mouthing 'shut up'. She just laughed and left the table to get into her Sunday clothes. 'We might be a little longer than usual, Dolly, so if you want to go home just ask Mr. Wells, okay?' Magda informed me before ascending the stairs. There we were. Alone. Despite my guilt I felt a terrible urge to jump over the table and onto his lap, to kiss him again and feel that hard cock yearn for me again. But instead I just glanced at him for a moment, and caught him doing the same to me. I was so nervous I could hear the blood pumping in my head. I was an evil little home wrecker. And there was something so unapologetic about the way he sat there, pretending nothing had happened that made me feel used. What a shambles. I cleared my throat and left the table, avoiding eye contact with him again, though I could see him eyeing me up in my peripheral vision. I went upstairs and said goodbye to Amber. The two of them left shortly after and I felt a hint of dread in my stomach. I decided to get into a bikini and go for a quick swim in the pool, maybe work on my tan. Perhaps I would forget this whole mess in the meantime. When I came back downstairs he was gone. I felt disappointed and relieved at the same time, I wasn't sure which one outweighed the other. I grabbed a towel from the linen cupboard and danced over to the pool. It was quickly becoming a hot day and I appreciated the cool water on my skin. After about an hour of swimming, I thought I'd work on my tan, what little there was of it. I lay on one of the pool loungers beside the pool and put my headphones in. I took off my bikini top and closed my eyes, my head clearing of any previous thoughts. I began to fool myself that I was alone and soon found my hands tracing my stomach and legs sensually. I didn't even give it a second thought, I was so used to it just being Madge, Amber and I that I really did feel alone. My clit throbbed gently and I slowly tended to it with my right hand, circling and massaging with my fingers. As the pressure built I rubbed faster and faster, my mind completely gone with the build up of pleasure and imminent release of electricity about to shudder through my system. I arched my back just as the tip of the orgasm hit and suddenly I felt another pair of fingers slide into my pussy, I kept rubbing, not wanting the orgasm to end, but a hand ripped mine away and I felt a powerful wet mass take over. My body shook and I rocked my hips back and forth, letting this person take over my orgasm completely. I moaned aloud and squirmed in the pool lounger, spreading my legs to either side of it and grinding my pussy harder into the tongue that was massaging my clit. The orgasm lasted a lot longer than my usual masturbation induced ones, and I lay back on the lounger again, out of breath and trembling. I opened my eyes to find, unsurprisingly, Mr. Wells kneeling beside the lounger, smiling devilishly at me. My pussy was throbbing again at the sight of him. He looked so handsome sitting there in his business suit, I couldn't help but ache for him. 'Why, hello.' I said in my best seductive tone. 'Having fun?' He spoke to me for the first time and my heart fluttered. I suddenly felt very inadequate. He was very cultured and I imagined he had exquisite taste in finer things, so why of all people had he chosen me to do this with? I couldn't even pretend to have as much power and sophistication as him. I was just a silly horny virgin that was best friends with his daughter. But then, maybe that was just it. I tried to stay composed in his presence. 'Could be having more.' I replied, thinking I was very witty, until he ran his hand from my lubricated cunt to my bare left nipple and began squeezing and massaging it. I fell to pieces, closing my eyes and biting my lip, moaning for more. So much for my composure. 'Mrs. Wells told me to look after you.' Oh you bastard, I thought. He was giving me forbidden pleasure while talking about his wife and reminding me of how guilty I am. 'I'm going to let you make the choice of how much fun you want to have.' He informed me, 'you can leave it at this, I'll go back to my office and you don't have to worry about me again.' I looked cautiously at him, and he plucked his fingers from my nipple, allowing me to function again. 'Or you could meet me in my office and I can sort something out so that I'm here more often. And we can play more often.' He got up and walked back into the house without another word. I was speechless. How could he do this to me?! I'm just a girl! How am I supposed to make a decision like this? I loved my best friend, I loved her mother, I didn't want to break up their family. But I'd already been touched by him, wasn't it too late?.. I'd already climaxed with his fingers inside me. I was already his little whore. I thought about the swelling in his pants and how it longed for me. I thought of how he looked at me like I was the only woman left on earth and he needed me badly, but also indifferent to me, like I was just a toy. He was also willing to move back home for me, so we could 'play'.. I hadn't finished my thought when I felt myself get up, put my bikini top back on and go inside. His office was down the hall, all I had to do was walk down. I paused between the hall and the staircase and forced myself up the latter. I was dry but I toweled off again, got dressed into a summer dress and put on a little make up. I smiled at my reflection, trying to force out the terrible thoughts and take it one step at a time. I headed downstairs, aimed for the kitchen and I thought I'd beaten the demon, when suddenly I found myself turning down the hall. Don't do it, don't do it, I told myself over and over, but my feet didn't stop. I was almost numb when I turned the handle and stepped inside, shutting the door behind me. I stopped in the middle of the room and looked at the man sitting behind the big mahogany office desk. He was leaned back into his office chair and had his large penis out of his pants, and was stroking it slowly, staring at me. Any numbness I felt dissolved immediately at this sight. I felt panging in my chest, standing there, watching him, drinking in the sight of his cock. It looked so inviting, my pussy ached for it, I needed it any way I could get it. He beckoned me with his finger and I walked over compliantly. My hands were holding each other behind my back like a schoolgirl in trouble at the principal's office. I stood beside him and he swiveled his chair so he was facing me, continuing his slow stroking. He was a very masterful person, I sensed it every time I'd met him, it had intimidated me before, but now I ached for him to tell me what to do, how to please him. He had pleasured me this morning and last night only on his terms, because he wanted to, he wanted to watch me squirm. I waited for instruction, but he only eyed me up and down, avoiding my eyes, making me feel like an object. He continued stroking himself and I wanted to reach out, take it in my hands and give him the same pleasure he'd given me. But I knew somehow that he wanted me to wait. He finally looked up at my face and caught me staring at his long hard cock. 'Kneel.' He said, simply. I kneeled before him and shuffled forward until I was in between his legs. He tilted his head curiously, looking at me and caressed my cheek with his hand. My face was within inches of his huge cock and I wanted it, so badly I could almost taste it. 'Have you done this before?' He asked. 'No.' I replied. I'd seen guys running around with their dicks out at parties before but I'd never actually touched one, let alone put my mouth on one. I felt a little unprepared, but I wanted to please him, I wanted to do whatever it took. His cock was so enormous compared to my tiny mouth. In general he was a lot bigger than me. I was 5'5" and he was at least 6'3". I had always been petite, but my body had curved outward more at the hips and breasts in the time that I'd been friends with Amber, I was now a 10C. I placed my small hands on his muscular thighs and gently ran them up. He was hot. I wasn't sure if it was the heat or the events of the day that got him so steamed up. Just the touch of his bare skin made my heart beat faster and my pussy wish to be grinding on his cock. I looked up into his eyes and never lost contact as I licked his cockhead softly, not purposely teasing, just trying to get a taste for it and some confidence before taking the whole thing. I continued looking up at him while he took the back of my head and forcibly lowered my mouth down onto his shaft. I gagged and teared up, spat and groaned, but he continued and my gaze never left his. Each time the end of his cock reached the back of my throat I gagged, and he would cringe with pleasure. Eventually I began trying to swallow it instead of rejecting it. This pleased him even more, 'ohh my good girl' he purred at me every time I took it down without a fight. Hearing his praises encouraged me even more and soon he took his hands away from my head and folded them behind his neck, lulling his head back and closing his eyes. I couldn't look into his eyes anymore, so I concentrated on the glorious cock that I was swallowing over and over again. I licked, massaged, teased and swallowed many times over. I started tasting a salty, gooey substance at the end of his cock and thought he had cum, until he readied me for the real thing. 'Almost there, yeah, that's it, fuck yeah,' he groaned at me, and I was unsure of what to do. 'You gonna swallow it for me, uughh, like a good girl?' He asked, his voice growing more and more tense as I continued to suck vigorously. 'Mmmhmm' I replied with a mouthful of cock. Suddenly there was a huge burst of hot creamy cum spurting down the back of my throat and in my mouth. I did my best to swallow it, but there was another eruption, then another and another. My mouth was bombarded with jizz and I swallowed as much as I could, but by the end of his orgasm I had his seed overflowing down my chin, dripping onto my chest. 'Look at you.' He said, almost lovingly, kissing me on the forehead. He grabbed a box of tissues and wiped the excess cum off his dick, then handed me the box. I cleaned my chin and chest of cum, throwing the used tissues in the waste basket, stood up and was about to wipe the tear streaks of mascara off my cheek when I heard the door open. Quick as a flash, Mr. Wells had his cock underneath the desk and was looking at the person sadly. He surprisingly raised a hand and started rubbing my back. I was too shocked to do anything, we were caught, I was sprung finishing off my best friend's dad, oh God. I merely held the tissue to my face in shame, not moving, not even wiping the make up any more. 'What is it David?' Madge asked, her voice sounding concerned. 'Poor girl, her cat's died, she was just in here asking for a ride home.' He said sympathetically. I almost screamed aloud and kissed him for his ingenious excuse. Instead I began the fake sniffles, and looked up at Madge. 'Oh sweetie, are you okay?' She began walking over to give me a hug when I put my hand out to stop her, worried she might see the cum I might have missed drying on my face and neck. 'I-it's okay Madge, I-I'll just go h-home,' I tried my best to convincingly blow my nose. 'Oh honey, I hope you're alright, I'm sure your kitty's in a better place now.' She smiled then looked at Mr. Wells, 'babe, I've got friends from church over, could you drop Dolly off? Is that okay with you Doll?' I nodded solemnly and he gave his 'of course'. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and re-apply make up. I almost danced the entire time, excited to have the opportunity to be alone with Mr. Wells, finally. I was ready with all my stuff in a few minutes, saying my goodbyes to Amber who looked like she was about to cry over Leo's death, too. I told her I'd call her and kissed her goodbye. The decoy was perfect, my eyes were puffy from gagging on all that cock and everyone assumed I had been crying. Mr. Wells was already in the car when I jumped in the passenger's seat. I decided not to tell him that my parents were out of town until we got to my house. To be continued. Bad Dolly Ch. 03 Mr. Wells pulled up across the road from my house. We hadn't spoken the whole ride home and I was beginning to think perhaps he was done with my presence. I looked over to him nervously and smiled. He looked over to me, his eyes flicking toward my breasts and the short hem of my dress. 'Well, this is it then. I'll ring my associate tomorrow and transfer to town when I get home.' He said to me, as though he was speaking to his secretary. The taste of his cum still resonated in my mouth and I leaned over slowly, giving him a devilish grin. I made sure he could see down my dress, though my tits were nothing to brag about, they were perky and supple, the very antonym of his wife's. 'I'm afraid we're not done just yet, Mr. Wells.' I was excited by my own words. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. I played with his tie flirtingly and leaned closer until I reached his ear, then began nibbling softly on his lobe. 'You're going to risk being seen in the car with an old man?' He shuffled away from me and looked me up and down. I rolled my eyes at his rejection as if to say 'oh well, your loss' and leaned back back into my own seat. I thought for a second, perhaps he really was done, but I'd at least let him make the choice, so I'd know for sure. 'No, with an empty house, I think we could do better than a car.' With that I opened the door and got out, leaving him to wonder. I walked up my driveway and produced the key to my room, it had a ranch slider and sat at the right side of the house, if anyone pulled up they couldn't see my room and anyone could make a quick escape out the side gate. I got into my room and looked around. It wasn't too messy, just a few clothes and books scattered around. We didn't have a maid to clean up after us. I stuffed my clothes under my bed and shelved the books. Taking another look around, I realized how uncomfortable it might make David. Photos of his daughter and I were plastered everywhere, along without our other high school friends. My immaturity shone through relentlessly in this room. Letters declaring my love for past crushes, with huge hearts with arrows going through them sat on my desk. My queen sized bed had a billowy pink duvet on it, with purple pillowcases and fluffy cushions. My curtains hadn't changed since I was 11, although I'd outgrown my unicorn phase a long time ago. I snapped out of my embarrassment trance and figured, hell, if he wants to fuck an 18 year old, he's just going to have to deal with uncomfortable situations like this. That's when I heard footsteps on the back patio. Shit that was quick, I thought, though I'd been standing there for at least five minutes. I leaned on my desk, still standing, waiting for him. His shadow appeared at the ranch slider and I felt my heart warm up again. Whenever I knew he was around or when I saw his face a huge rush encompassed me. I couldn't help myself, I had big crush on him and he was only making matters worse by doing this with me. He frightened and excited me, I had almost no time to think about the gravity of what we were doing, and I knew that when I fell asleep tonight it would come, full force and drown me in guilt; not only for Madge and Amber, but for myself. 'Dolly?' He said as he carefully peeled back the white veil behind the ranch slider and stepped through, perhaps expecting my father to be standing in front of me with a baseball bat at the ready. He was a master excuse maker, so that probably wouldn't be too much of an ordeal for him, anyway. 'May I ask who's calling?' I said in a high voice, then frowned at my own idiocy. If he wasn't so interested in fucking me, he probably would have fobbed me off by now. To my surprise he chuckled, but didn't reply. He came through the thin curtain, then walked over until he was arms length away from me. He always looked so nice in his business suits, I knew he had an incredible body underneath, but there was something so arousing about the thought of being taken while he was wearing it. Then it dawned on me. He is going to take me while he's wearing it. We're alone and will be for however long he stays. There won't be any more interruptions, no more people to ruin our intense heat. This is it. He's going to fuck me; my own best friend's father is going to fuck me. My heart pumped faster and harder until I could hear the blood in my head again. I looked up at him, trying to keep calm. He was so fucking sexy, I couldn't have thought of anyone else I'd rather lose it to, if only there wasn't such a fucked up situation around us. 'So nobody's home?' He questioned seriously, looking toward my door that lead into the house. 'That's right. And they won't be for a looong time, Mr. Wells.' I eyed him sensually and took his tie again, gently tugging him toward me with it. He responded by stepping the final step that it took for our bodies to be together. He looked down into my eyes and I saw him drink in my facial features. 'You are stunning, Dolly. You grew up so fast.' 'I'm glad you noticed.' I said smugly, but inside I was almost screaming, I wanted to kiss him so bad. 'How could I not notice a sexy young woman in my own home?' While he said this, he smoothed his hand up my thigh, passed the hem of my dress. He pulled my head towards his and our lips met finally. I melted into him instantly, my lips moving with his and caressing my hands up his chest to his shoulders, holding onto his neck and head. I felt heat rise up inside me and I wanted more, needed more. We kissed deeply, his tongue expertly wrestling with mine while his hands trailed all over my body. The hand holding my head slipped down to my left breast and squeezed gently, the thumb flicking over my hardened nipple a few times, which made me draw in breath sharply and bite his lip softly. His other hand continued, very slowly, up my dress to my firm ass. He massaged my right cheek for a while, on top of my panties, then slipped under the fabric and continued. I could feel his bulge growing harder and more prominent. I shifted one hand from his neck, down to his crotch and rubbed the outside of his pants hard. I wanted him, badly, I wanted him to release his cock and force it inside me, I didn't care if it hurt, I didn't care what anyone would think, I didn't care if guilt would kill me, I just needed him inside me, my pussy ached and I ground it into him, replacing my hand. He could clearly sense my desperation. He pulled away from kissing me and looked at me for a while, taking in the sight of me, ravenous and desperate for him. He smiled with satisfaction at what he was doing to me, then lowered to his knees. I lulled my head back and groaned in anticipation. He slipped his hands up my thighs again, without looking up or lifting my dress, and pulled my panties down in one swift motion. Then he smoothed his hands back up, taking the hem of my dress with them. He softly pushed me onto my desk, so I could spread my legs comfortably. I obeyed, spreading them wider. I felt his hand move over to my mound and I shivered in excitement. I looked down at him, his face was inches from my pussy, he was admiring it. His thumb slid over my clit hood, already drenched in my honey. 'Ooha,' the moan escaped my lips uncontrolled. He looked up at me and smiled, keeping eye contact as he slowly circled my clit over and over. Not fast enough to build up to orgasm, but just enough to tease and build the tingling heat that was torturing me, until I couldn't take it anymore. 'Mr. Wells please!' I breathed heavily, and looked at him pleadingly and noticed my juices were dripping almost to the floor. He seemed happy with his work and stood up, letting my hem fall down again. 'Why are you doing this to me?' I moaned, I'd never been so desperate for anything in my life. He looked down at me again, brushing hair out of my face and tutted. 'It's going to be okay Dolly, you'll live.' He walked over to my bed, stayed standing and pointed to the bed, beckoning me over to it. I couldn't understand why he had teased me so much, got me so worked up and wet.. I was about to burst. I walked over, feeling my wetness drip down my thigh. I lay on the bed, the way I always did, with my head on the pillow. I was swallowed up by my thick blankets and cushions almost immediately. Then he was beside me, sitting, facing me. He untied my dress at the back of my neck and pulled it down, leaving me completely exposed. I stared at him the entire time, writhing each time his skin touched mine. Once I was naked, I felt a strange aura of control. I leaned over and tugged at his belt. He looked and me smugly and undid the belt for me. I unbuttoned and unzipped his suit pants and pulled them down, his cock springing up, large, veiny and covered with precum. I held it firmly and pumped it up and down a few times until he stopped me. 'No, my good girl, this time is different.' He placed my hand back to my side and I leaned my head back into my pillow in frustration. I was almost angry with him. He's done this to me, in one weekend he turned me from a straight A, trustworthy girl, to a home wrecking little slut. And now he won't give me what I want. I felt like telling him to get out. Then suddenly he was on top of me. I gasped in fright as I felt the full weight of his body on me, then when I registered, I spread my legs and hooked them over his hips and grabbed his head, kissing him deeply again. He kissed me for a while, then shifted so he was semi-kneeling in between my legs, his cock still standing at attention and my pussy right in front of it, begging to be filled. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it slowly, the same way he'd down earlier in the day, in his office. Behind his head, on my wall, I caught a glimpse of a photo. It was Amber and I in her pool. I was looking at her dad stroking his cock, ready to fuck me and she was completely oblivious. But it wasn't guilt that coursed through me, it was lust, the idea made me hot. I gyrated my hips so my pussy lips touched his knob. 'Come on, Mr. Wells, I know you want this just as bad as me..' I pleaded, trying to keep a flirty attitude, but failing in my desperation. He kept stroking and looked at me concerned, 'I do, Dolly, I really do. But I want you to know that this is probably going to hurt. And I want you to say you want it.' I knew he wasn't being overly confident or controlling. He wanted to know that I knew what I was doing, that he wasn't just taking advantage of me. I sat up, pulled his face to mine and whispered, 'I want you to fuck me, Mr. Wells, I want you to fuck me the way you always wanted to fuck your wife. I know it's going to hurt, but it's worth having you inside me.' I lay back down and spread my legs wider, shifting my hips readily. I thought that I heard him purr, and he leaned forward directly over me and shuffled in between my legs until his cock was aimed right for my tight cunt. I lifted both knees so they were under his armpits, giving him total access and control of depth. My pussy throbbed with need and desire. I felt his knob spread my pussy lips gently. He pushed into me, only the head, and the width of his cock caused a light pang of stretching pain, but it was accompanied by a kind pleasure I had never felt before. He looked up at me, trying to read my expression. I was cringing slightly from both sensations. 'Keep going, it's okay,' I breathed. His big cock probed deeper and the pain and pleasure intensified. He pulled out and pushed in a few times more, I felt him enter untouched territory each time and more searing pain and pleasure enveloped my body. Finally he was inside me all the way, and on the final thrust I felt a jolt of electric pleasure that over powered the pain. 'Auh, yeah,' I winced. I hadn't looked at him while he was exploring my pussy, but I opened my eyes now, to find him frowning with concentration. 'Are you okay?' I whispered. 'You're tighter than I imagined..' He grumbled quickly. I was proud of my little pussy, obviously I was so tight he was having trouble stopping himself from coming and I had already finished him off once today. 'Is that bad?' I asked innocently and he shot me a cross look, 'It's fine.' Then he thrust once, quickly and hard, 'AH!' I yelped, my pussy had only just gotten used to his girth and any movement provoked a little pain, but more pleasure than I could have imagined. The spot at the end of the thrust flared up again, causing the yelp. He smiled, satisfactorily, and kissed me, hard. This time he thrust a little slower, and I felt every inch of him exit and enter my tight cavern. My eyes rolled and I pushed my head back into my pillow, the pleasure had officially overcome the pain and I was in heaven. He sat up and held my knees where they were, thrusting rhythmically, progressively getting faster and harder. I looked at him fucking me in his nice business suit and a surge of excitement and lust hit me, just as the tip of his dick hit that spot again. His balls slapped on my ass but I could barely hear it over my own moans. My tits jiggled up and down with each thrust and he stared at them, mesmerized. He continued hitting that special spot every time he thrust, and its electricity spread through my pelvis and down my legs, I was sure I was coming. 'Ohhh.. Ohh, Mr. Wells, I think I'm coming.. It feels so good, ahhh.. Ah fuck..' He looked at me, concentrating hard, and began thrusting harder, the feeling in my pussy intensified. I had no idea so much pleasure could be felt, but with each thrust in, my spot opened up another window of bliss. My moans filled the room, I mewed and groaned, whispered how good I felt and how close I was. The dam of pleasure had almost burst when he finally murmured, 'I'm going to come soon, Dolly.' And that was all I needed to hear. Knowing that he was just as close to orgasm as I was pushed me over the edge. Burst after burst of cool orgasm shivered down my legs and through my pussy. My nipples pricked and goosebumps flared all over my body. I writhed and squirmed underneath his exploding cock, pumping me full of hot cum, I felt his girth expand inside me, intensifying the crashing waves of bliss coursing through me. I gripped his suit sleeves as he pounded the last of our orgasms out of us. He slammed into me, over and over until he felt my pussy relax. He pulled out slowly as my orgasm was subsiding, he was already softening. I pulled a towel out from under my bed, cleaning up the cum that was spilling out of my stretched and used cunt. He wiped his cock off and zipped himself up. I lay on the bed, completely spent. I was finally deflowered, and by my best friend's dad, no less. He sat on the bed, facing the room, instead of me. I felt like he might have regretted doing this and felt guilty, even though he had caused all of this. 'Mr. Wells, are you alright?' I asked gently, sitting up and placing my hand on his back lightly. 'Of course.' He smoothed his hair back and got up. I felt like a common whore. Why did I think I was special in the first place? Did I really think he would actually like me after taking my virginity? Of course not. I was just a play thing. I flopped back onto my bed, saddened by my own naivety. He turned to me, 'I wish I could stay, Doll..' 'I know.' I was throwing a good old fashioned teenage patty. I looked away from him and stared at the wall, slipping myself under my rustled blankets. 'I don't think you do.' He said, suddenly mere inches away from the back of my head. I turned my head slightly, but not enough to see him. I felt his breath on my neck, then his lips softly tracing my skin and I tilted my head in satisfaction. He lightly traced his fingers down my arm and back up causing a sprinkling of goosebumps to appear. 'I really wish I could stay. I'm sorry that I dragged you into this, but I'm glad it's something. You're a good girl, and you shouldn't get upset over an old man like me.' He chuckled into my ear and I smiled, 'it's up to you whether there's a next time, but if my input helps, I'd love to have you again. I'd love to show you want I could do to your body.' My raw pussy moistened again at his words and I felt better. He wasn't using me. Well, he kinda was, but he was on the same page as me; wanted to fuck all the time, but knew we had to wait and be careful. I rolled around to face him and kissed him squarely on the lips, then smiled confidently, 'There will be a next time, Mr. Wells.' To be continued... Bad Dolly Ch. 04 After my little 'cat dying' incident Amber came and stayed at my place for a few days. It was quite a rush sleeping on my bed with her. The same bed her father had taken my virginity on. I explained to her that my neighbor thought it was our cat's body on the side of the road, but it was just a stray, she was very relieved and business went on as usual. On the Thursday we were eating dinner and talking about the coming weekend. 'Come on Dolls, Henry's is going to go off.' She begged in a lowered voice, 'I'm not a drinker Amber, you know that.' I scolded. I'd only had alcohol once or twice and it didn't end well. 'My parents have already said yes! Your folks don't have to know. Come on!' I thought for a moment. Amber's dad had said yes to us going to a party? Where there would inevitably be drunk boys trying to get into our pants? I'd already lost my virtue, what would stop me from fucking one of them? Obviously he didn't care. Or maybe he wanted to see what I'd do. 'Sure, let's do it then. Fuck it. What's the worst that could happen? You're paying for the booze, though.' I said cheerily. The next night we switched over to Amber's house and started getting ready for the party. I always borrowed her clothes; mine were shitty hand-me-downs or clearance sales clothes. Hers were just like her house, the best quality and immaculately kept. I chose a tiny black cocktail dress with black thigh high stockings, a black garter belt to keep myself from having to pull them up all the time, and a pair of black stilettos. 'Classy with a hint of FUCK ME PLEASE!' Amber laughed at me when I stepped out of her walk in closet. I shoved her onto her bed and kicked her, we both laughed like idiots. She wore a fitted, cream lace dress with nude heels, we looked like ebony and ivory, angel and devil. When we'd finished our make up we headed downstairs for something to eat before taking off. Mr. Wells was sitting in the living room reading a book, we made eye contact while Amber and Madge weren't looking and that familiar rush of adrenaline coursed through me again. I put my bag beside a stool by the breakfast bar, giving him a nice view of the tops of my stockings with the garters attached. I didn't look around to see his reaction. I had to make sure I looked indifferent. I crossed my legs on my stool leaving two inches of skin revealed, and ate my food quickly. I didn't look over to him again until we said our goodbyes, and even then it was an innocent wave. We hopped in the taxi and I felt a little rush of excitement, I hadn't been to many parties before and I never knew what to expect. Some were quiet, some were deafeningly loud with people drunk, dancing, screaming, running and fucking everywhere. Amber and I nervously chatted away until we pulled up outside the very busy house with a street full of cars outside it. You could hear the music from the street over. This was definitely one of those deafeningly loud parties. Amber paid the driver and grabbed our drinks, I followed her to the house where people were conversing outside and staring at us the moment we came into view. A few guys wolf whistled and a few people we recognized called our names. We waved and greeted the people we knew and pulled out our first drinks. I was so nervous about being around new people in my tiny outfit, that I practically inhaled my first drink. The party went on without a hitch, aside from me walking in on Amber and some guy fucking in the bathroom. I chugged five drinks and by 2am I was feeling pretty drunk. I found Amber and we stumbled outside to call a taxi. 'Fuck man, I forgot the number..' I drawled and we both fell on the pavement laughing. 'No, but shit, what are we gonnado?' I whispered as though we were being spied on. 'I.. I'mgunna call my Maaaahhhm..' Amber slurred and dialed her home number. My sloshed brain didn't register that we were going back to her place, and who was there. She had a giggly conversation with one of her parents while I lay on the pavement, singing loudly at the sky. We waited about half an hour, while some guys piled up around us. One of them was sitting right by where my head lay and was playing with my hair. I could tell he was doing his best to flirt with me, but I was only talking to him to be nice and because I was too drunk to walk away. We talked about stupid crap, but I kept noticing his face was getting closer to mine and obscuring my view of the moon, which annoyed me, so I clumsily pushed his face away. He took the opportunity to grab my hands and lean down to shove his tongue down my throat. I squirmed and tried to push him away, but he had my hands in a firm grip. Amber didn't notice, being only half conscious herself, and the other guys were just cheering this one on. I couldn't breathe with him smothering my face and decided the only thing to do was to bite. I clamped down hard and our faces separated abruptly. I rolled over and got up quickly. The world spun for a second, but I found my legs and reached out, catching Amber's hand, dragging her up with me. We ran down the street in the direction we hoped the car would be coming. 'You fuckin' bitch!' I heard the guy scream after me and some footsteps following us. My lungs burned and I could barely see where we were going. Suddenly I recognized the car on the road ahead of us. I waved my arm out and screamed at Mr. Wells to pull over. The car screeched to a halt and I ripped open the back door, pushed Amber in and ran around the car to the front passenger's seat. 'Oh my God, GO! GO!' I yelled, and felt the car take off. 'What the hell, girls, what happened?' Mr. Wells spoke sternly at both of us. I looked over my shoulder to Amber for some support, but she was already unconscious. 'One of those guys pinned me, so I bit him?' I explained, half confused as to what happened, myself. 'For Christ's sake, are you okay?' He quickly looked into his rear view mirror at Amber, then reached over to me and stroked my face and hair. I relaxed in my seat and put my hand over his. 'I am now.' I purred. 'You can't get yourself in that kind of situation, Doll.' He shook his head, disappointed. 'What do you care, anyway?' I remembered that he had allowed us to go to the party in the first place. He took his hand from my face, looking back at the road and putting his hand back on the wheel. 'You know I care. Just don't pull that shit again, alright?' He frowned and straightened up. I could tell I'd upset him, and even though it was satisfying, I tried to lighten up, 'Oh, come on. None of those boys have anything on you.' I whispered cheekily. I had sobered up considerably from the run to the car, but my inhibitions were still dislocated. As Mr. Wells drove, I leaned into him and kissed his neck, my hand roaming over his thigh, up and down, then over to his crotch. 'Dolly, not now, come on.' He quickly shifted my hand from his crotch to his thigh, 'You're drunk and Amber is in the back.' He whispered. 'I don't give a shit.' I smoothed my hand over again, unzipping his pants. I drove my hand into the zip hole and pulled out my prize; his large, half hard cock. 'I'm serious Doll, stop it!' He pulled over and looked over his shoulder at Amber, who was still very much comatose. I slowly stroked his cock with one hand, and popped my tits out of my dress with the other. His eyes widened and despite his protests, his fingers latched around my nipple and I moaned quietly. My pussy moistened at his touch, and I squeezed his cock, now fully erect. Our mouths found each other and we forgot anyone else in the world existed. We kissed for a long time parked there, and when he finally broke away, my lips headed south. With his eyesight unhindered, he began driving again, with my head in his lap. I sloppily licked the entirety of his shaft, paying special attention to his head. Clasping my lips around the tip, I descended, sucking the whole way down. I gagged as his head reached the back of my throat, then tried again, opening my throat and swallowing him all the way down until my face was buried in his groomed pubes. He kept silent, apart from a few solitary grunts as I downed his cock all the way, allowing him into my throat. Obviously Madge wasn't as open to deep-throating as I was, and I always prided myself on being a fast learner. A few drunken mumbles from the backseat gave us a fright, and I whipped back up into a sitting position, but both times were false alarms and I continued where I left off. I sucked and swallowed and massaged his cock with my tongue, finding a nice pace of my own and sticking to it, until I tasted more precum and felt his body go rigid. I took him all the way down three more times and tasted the hot creaminess of his cum fill the back of my mouth. This time I swallowed every drop like a little slut, and cleaned up all the excess saliva. I sat up, happy with my performance and wiped my mouth, my tits still floating above my dress. Mr. Wells chuckled and shook his head, zipping himself back up. He glanced over at me and caressed my breast tenderly, paying attention to my nipple. I moaned in the back of my throat and pulled the hem of my tiny dress up, exposing my thighs, stocking tops, panties and garter belt. 'Jesus Christ you're sexy!' He exclaimed, trying to keep a low volume, but he was very impressed, and his limp cock soon created another bulge in his pants. I let him continue playing with my tits and slid my own hand over my thigh and down into the hot center. I opened my legs and pushed my hand under my panties to feel my little clit throbbing and tingling. I was already soaking wet, so my fingers were lubricated as I glided them over it again and again. I closed my eyes and let myself be overcome by the pleasure I was giving myself. I felt a moist suction on my nipple and looked down to see Mr. Well's lips attached to it. He'd pulled over again; overwhelmed by the sight of me masturbating and had to touch me. I was so close to cumming I closed my eyes again and let him work on my tits. I felt his fingers trace up my thigh and join my hand beneath my panties. Almost there, almost there. He plunged his fingers inside my tight hole just as I began shaking with my first orgasm of the night. My hips gyrated uncontrollably and I let out a quiet whine. His fingers worked in and out, pumping through my orgasm, until it finally ebbed out and my body relaxed. I caught my breath and we laughed, looking at each other. He pulled his fingers from me, leaving rivets of wetness between my dripping pussy lips and his fingers. He put one finger to my lips and I suckled the moisture off. He took his finger from my mouth and put the other in his own, visibly savouring my taste. 'Fuck me, please. We can get out and do it on the side of the car or something.. Please, I want to be fucked.' I whispered to him, clinging to his suit jacket desperately. I nibbled on his ear and he leaned his head back on the head rest. 'Madge is waiting for us all to get back, we can't waste any more time.. I'm sorry.' He looked genuinely apologetic, so I didn't bother guilt tripping him. Instead I pulled my dress back over my tits and thighs and sat back in my chair, silently staring out the window. The car started again and in a few minutes we pulled into their driveway. I silently got out of the car, stumbling a little, while he dragged Amber out of the back and slunk her over his shoulder, putting his jacket over her. I shamefacedly greeted Amber's mother, who didn't look cross, just relieved that we were home safe. I touched my lips again, to make sure her husband's cum was all gone. Madge gave me a quick hug and asked if I was alright, I solemnly nodded and headed upstairs. Mr. Wells flopped Amber onto her bed and I slipped into my own, after changing into my pajamas in front of him. I was completely restless in bed. I tried masturbating twice, but sleep still evaded me. I went downstairs for water and skulled back two glassfuls, and took another back upstairs. My single bed was the closest to the door. I placed my glass on the bedside table then went to the toilet in the ensuite. I hopped back into my cooling bed and nestled in, listening to Amber's quiet snores. Suddenly there was a creak at the door. As far as I knew everyone in the house was asleep. I listened again and heard the door quietly close behind the intruder. I didn't move, I didn't open my eyes, I just lay there silently panicking. Soft footsteps padded toward my bed purposefully. There was no stopping to look around, there was no question of who they were there for. The person stopped silently beside my bed and I heard their breath come closer. Then I felt a familiar hand slide under the duvet and up my thigh. He pulled my pajama shorts down and off my legs, then slid his hand back up to my bare, tingling cunt. I sighed quietly in relief and I spread my legs excitedly, smiling in the darkness, as he slipped his middle and forefinger into my tight little hole. His cold fingers contrasted my hot pussy and I arched my back at the sensation. It felt so good every time he touched me, my body melted, overcome with pleasure and desire. His expert fingers pumped back and forth inside me as I spread my legs wider for him. His movements made the whole bed shake, and he slowed down, so as to not make any noise, but I wanted more. I sat up and dragged him on top of me, under the blankets. I immediately felt his hard cock pressing into my thigh, and I pulled his pajama pants down, releasing it. As soon as he was settled on top of me and my legs spread around him, he began kissing my neck and I ground my bare pussy against his hard cock. We both breathed heavily, but remained quiet, as I reached down and aimed his cock for my sopping wet little hole. We were both still for a moment as his head found my entrance, then he thrust upward once and half his cock was inside me. I bit the blanket to muffle my moan of pure ecstasy and he bowed his head beside mine, trying to keep silent, himself. I lifted my legs up and hooked my ankles over his back. He thrust forth again and was completely buried in my now stretched cunt. A sensation of pulsating bliss overcame my spot as he began rhythmically pumping in and out, hitting it each time and making me want to squeal with delight. I couldn't believe that I was actually being fucked by Amber's dad, in her room, while she was sleeping right there, and while her mother was sleeping in the next room. The thought sent a surge of excitement through me, adding to the bliss being pummeled into me over again. It was too dark to see his face, but from his breathing I located his mouth and kissed him deeply. There was no hesitation in his response; he pushed hard into me, his thrusts becoming harsh and powerful, sending huge waves of ecstasy through me. Building up and building up, the pleasure was reaching a boiling point. My hips involuntarily jerked forward and back as the gigantic rush flowed down my legs and through the rest of me. My orgasm filled me with cold pleasure as I writhed and contracted underneath Mr. Wells. My cunt walls tightened around his huge cock, and he sat up, slamming into me harder than before, grabbing hold of my hips and making loud smacking sounds as my ass and his thighs met. My eyes squeezed shut as the rest of my orgasm was heightened by his sudden enthusiasm. I had to turn my head into the pillow and moan into it, or else we would have been busted. My orgasm reached its peak and ebbed away after a minute, and he finally pulled out. I felt a light sprinkling of warmth on my belly, as he came on my stomach. I caressed his side with my leg, and stroked his legs with my soft hands as he shuddered through his orgasm. I bit my lip thinking of what his handsome face must look like, cumming right then on top of me. And what he must be thinking, fucking his daughter's best friend in her room. I figured he must have felt the same as me about it. He got out from under the blankets and pulled up his pants, leaving silently and quickly, just as he had entered. I found a towel in the dark and wiped myself clean, then put my pajama shorts back on. I curled into the blankets happily and drifted off to sleep within seconds, my pussy pounded and satisfied, and his smell lingering in my hair. TBC.