11 comments/ 54517 views/ 31 favorites My Best Friends Father Ch. 04 By: _Kushiel_ I heard the front door open and close and my stomach did a back flip as I thought, alone again! I knew I should get up. I was wide awake after all. But I just couldn't bring myself to climb out of the warm cosy bed. I was still laid half on my front under the light cover, my breasts pressed into the crisp warm sheets, a leg parted and the other straight so my pussy was agape and my clit just faintly touched the sheets. If I pushed my hips down a fraction I could grind my clit against the mattress and ease the tingle that seemed almost constant lately. Closing my eyes again I slid my hand down under the covers and I cupped my breast, squeezing my nipple between my fingers. I pressed my hips into the mattress, grinding my clit against it and moaned softly at the feel. My pussy was beginning to moisten and I wanted to touch it so badly, but I knew the door was open and I thought I shouldn't tempt fate so much. I got the sudden sensation of being watched and opened my eyes to stare at the door. He stood there, leaning against the door frame, his arms folded over his bare chest. He was still in jeans. Whether they were the ones he'd mown the lawn in or a new pair it didn't matter. They hugged his hips and legs so nicely, showing off his impressive bulge to perfection that I had to swallow. The light from the hall shone on his back casting his features in shadows and all I could make out was his gleaming eyes and that predatory smile. "I hope you're not touching yourself again, Erika." His low soft voice broke the silence. "That would be naughty. It's what got you into trouble the first time." I discretely tried to shift my hand away from my breast and he smiled at me again as he saw my movement. "I thought so," was all he said as he pushed himself off the door frame and came towards my bed. I rolled onto my back and clutched the top of the sheet to my chest. I don't know why; he'd already seen me pretty much naked before now, but it made me feel a little more secure. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him as he stopped near the end of my bed and reached down to touch my foot. He lightly stroked my ankle, gliding his hand over the top of my foot to my toes. Then I felt his fingertips begin to slowly gather the bed sheet into his hand, causing the sheet to slide down my body centimetre by centimetre. As his hand gathered more and more of the bed linen, it began to stretch taut as I held the other end across my chest. Finally it got to the point where he would have to yank it quite roughly to disengage it from my death grip. He tugged on it once gently, making my hands bob downwards on my boobs. He smiled at me then, "Erika!" he whispered softly. That one word was enough to make my knees shake and my hands tremble. I knew what he wanted, God I wanted it too, but I was still vainly trying to keep some measure of control. I had told myself this wasn't going to happen again hadn't I? Shouldn't I at least put up some token of resistance? His hand let go of the bunched fabric and slid under the cover, his fingertips finding my ankle again and stroked along the arch of my foot, my toes curling as it faintly tickled. My breathing had quickened and I pressed my legs together in an effort to stop their trembling. "Mmm, Erika," he whispered again and I knew I was fighting a losing battle. My fingers went limp as he stared at me, knowing that in the end he was going to get what he wanted. As he saw my hands release the sheet he smiled broadly at me and removed his hand from my foot. Regathering the sheet, he pulled it slowly down my body once more. Inch by inch I felt the cloth slide over my skin, rubbing across my nipples in a constant measure which set the buds peaking high. The material caressed my skin on the way down, light as a feather, and brought goose flesh rising to the surface. I shivered in response, knowing that soon my breasts would be exposed and wondered where he would stop? The sheet moved lower, uncovering my bare breasts, and came to rest on the sensitive flesh on the underside of my boobs. He paused, taking in the fine sight of my hard nipples and full breasts. "Mmm, so naughty," I heard him whisper before the sheet started its downward journey again. It slid along my flat stomach, inching its way lower, until it paused again at the top of my hips. It was as if he was savouring the torture of exposing my naked body to his eyes, making me squirm in not only embarrassment but anticipation too. He let go of the sheet and bent down a little, using both hands to caress my feet. Gently taking hold of my ankles he slowly pushed my legs apart. I resisted, trying to keep my knees together, but inexorably my knees eventually had to follow the rest of my legs. He pushed them wide, ensuring that, when he finally drew the rest of the sheet off my hips, my pussy would be on full display. I was panting, my clit twitching like mad. The slow torture of being uncovered, naked and vulnerable had the blood pulsing in my veins. I was aroused beyond measure. The sheet fell down between my legs, filling the void where my thighs had once been, the material lightly caressing over my pubis and clit. It was very stimulating and I felt my moist centre throb with need. It crept lower, exposing my hips and lower abdomen, sliding down until the small triangle of hair was peeking over the hem of the sheet. And there it stopped. "Are you horny, Erika?" Mr P asked me in his low voice. "Is your pussy aching and wet?" I was chewing on my bottom lip, praying that I wouldn't have to answer him. "Say it, Erika," his soft deep voice ordered me. I closed my eyes as I felt the blood creeping up my neck and infusing my face with colour. Dear God, how was it that he could do this to me? Treat me like this, speak to me like this? And what's more, I wasn't offended by it, I wasn't upset by it, no I actually craved it. It was like I couldn't get enough of it. Being treated like a horny slut set my blood pounding in my ears and I secretly enjoyed being taken control of and used however he liked. What was wrong with me? I'd never experienced anything like this before. Hell I thought I was reasonably well versed in sex, but this? This was something new and exciting and it thrilled me to the core. I swallowed the lump of embarrassment in my throat and opened my eyes again, looking up into Mr P's face. "Yes, Mr. P," I whispered, loud enough so he would clearly hear me. That predatory smile broke across his lips again as his eyes devoured my body. "Play with your nipples for me, my little cock-tease. Show me how you like to be touched," he said. My stomach flipped over again and my hands shook noticeably as I shifted them slowly towards my breasts. I couldn't believe it. He was going to stand there was watch me play with myself! Gently, I cupped my breasts in my hands and used my forefingers to tease my nipples erect again. The colour hadn't left my face, I could still feel it burning, and I was sure it was only going to get worse but my eyes never left his face. When my nipples were hard points of tightened skin, I slid them between my forefinger and middle finger, clamping down on them with a scissor action. I heard myself moan softly and thought to myself, I can' believe I'm actually doing this! It felt so good. And knowing that Mr. P was standing there, watching me, liking what he saw, only made it better. I moved my hands and used my thumb and finger to squeeze down hard on my nipples, inhaling a sharp breath as I did, and then moaned again, this time louder. My hips had started to rotate gently beneath the sheet; tiny little circles that barely shifted the material, but made my pussy lips glide against one another, causing a small amount of friction and oh so much pleasure. I felt Mr. P's fingertips glide along my calf, past my knee and upward along the inside of my thigh. Oh God, I thought, he's going to touch my pussy. But an inch from my burning centre, his hand stopped. I whimpered pathetically, wishing he would put me out of my misery, wanting him to touch me more, but he didn't. I felt his fingers begin a walking motion on my thigh, and gently the sheet slid down those last few centimetres to expose my slippery lips. His hand stroked deeper between my thighs, pushing the sheet down onto the mattress so it rested between my legs. It formed a little "U" in the valley of my parted limbs and left my pussy fully open to carnal viewing. His fingertips brushed ever so lightly against the small triangle of hair on my pubis and I gasped wanting the pressure to increase but it didn't. I heard him inhale deeply, savouring the scent of my sex ready body, and I shivered. "Touch your pussy for me Erika," he said. And though he said it softly I never mistook it for a request. It was an order and one he expected me to carry out without delay. By now at least I had accepted the game, he was the one who knew all the rules and I was the one who was still learning. But I was a quick learner and I knew at least one of the rules already, when he ordered something like that I did it, and I always answered him. "Yes Mr. P," my voice squeaked, my throat parched from panting to heavily, as one hand travelled from my breast down my stomach and to the crest of my pubis. Slowly... lightly, I slid one finger over the mound and downward, skimming over the top of my clit and along my slit. It felt so incredibly good. I was so hot and wet that I groaned loudly as I used my juices to moisten my finger and slid it back up to my clit. Gently I began to tease my sensitive bud, circling it delicately with a single fingertip. My panting increased and so did the speed with which I fingered myself. I pressed down hard on my clit before circling it again and again, press circle, press circle. I slipped my fingers lower and dipped them inside my slick hole, but always came back to my clit. My hips had begun to thrust again, grinding against my digits trying to keep a rhythm that would bring me to climax soon. I was moaning constantly, sighing and breathing heavily, and all the while Mr P stood there and watched me getting off, knowing that this is what I was doing last night when he walked past my bedroom door... and no doubt, knowing that I had been thinking about him as well. My eyes kept fluttering closed, though I tried to keep them open, but the pleasure was steeling away my ability to remain alert. I could feel my orgasm fast approaching, racing toward me like a runaway train. I could hear Mr P's breathing getting heavier. A low groan from his throat forced me to open my eyes so I could look at him. One hand was slowly stroking his hard cock through his jeans, and I could just barely make out the engorged outline of his erect penis as it lay along his right hip. I chewed on my bottom lip, my eyes riveted now to his stroking motion. My fingers immediately slowed, timing their movements to his stroking hand, and I whimpered, thinking how much I wanted his hard cock inside me again. "Mmm," he groaned, instantly drawing my eyes to his. "Erika, you are such a beautiful little slut." His deep voice sent another shiver coursing over my skin and made my nipples tighten in aching need. Even though it embarrassed me to the core, I loved hearing him call me that. I moaned in response, my fingers still working at my clit, pinching at my nipples. My eyes drifted down his body, taking in his gorgeous, well muscled form and finally came to rest on his crotch again. He brought his other hand over and undid the button on his jeans. He teased me as he pulled the zipper down with agonizing slowness, making me hold my breath in anticipation of being able to gaze on his fully erect monster. I licked my lips, anxious to spy the object of my desire. He chuckled. "You're so ready for it aren't you honey?" He said softly. "Yes Mr P," I replied breathlessly, needily. He smiled as he hooked his thumbs into the waist band of his boxer briefs and slowly inched them down. He was teasing me mercilessly, almost doing a striptease for me, as he pushed down the front of his jocks, exposing first the light coloured hair of his pubis. The material inched lower; next exposing the hard rounded ridge where his thick, stiffened cock met his body. He pushed it down so his cock moved with the material, uncovering only a small fraction at a time of his enormous length. My fingers worked madly over my pussy, delving inside and retreating back to my clit to circle and tease. I was right on the brink of ecstasy, so close to falling over the crest of climax and into the world of orgasm it was maddening. I was desperately trying to hold myself back but Mr. P wasn't making it easy on me. Finally, he pushed the material down far enough that the swollen head of his cock twanged free, setting his rigid dick bobbing. He used a hand to gently pull his engorged length and tightening balls up as he allowed the waist band of his briefs to come back against his body, tucking them up snugly beneath his balls. The wrinkled skin stretched taut with the pressure and he slowly began to stroke them, kneading them in his palm. Groaning low in his throat, he wrapped his thumb and forefinger around his hardened pole and gently began to pull himself off, all the while watching me and what I was doing. One hand travelled from breast to breast, tweaking and pinching at my hard nipples, squeezing the full fleshy orbs of my boobs, while the other worked tirelessly on my cunt. Stroking, circling, rubbing. I groaned and panted, uncaring that I was acting like the slut he kept calling me. I wanted his cock inside me so desperately I could hardly think. Mr P's strokes became longer and I could see the sheen of pre-cum that oozed from the tip. He used a fingertip to smear it all around the bulbous head, again teasing me at every opportunity, knowing how much I wanted to lick it off of him. I heard his low voice, "Mmm, soon honey, soon. But first you have to cum for me. I want to watch your pussy cream. I want to see it squirt out of you like I know it will, all over your fingers and all over the sheet. Then, if I think it was good enough, I might let you suck on my cock for a while. Might let you lick off all this tasty pre-cum that you like so much." I groaned hard and my fingers redoubled their efforts to bring me to fulfilment. I rubbed my clit vigorously, back and forth, round and round, always just on the brink of annihilation. I felt my orgasm build. It was going to be a big one. I could feel that strange sensation of all my insides being drawn down to the central point of my clit. My nipples screwed up tighter and my knees involuntarily lifted themselves off the bed as I arched my back high. The most primal of sexual sounds issued forth from my throat, letting Mr. P know I was seconds away from blowing my top off. "Oh yeah, that's it Erika, cum for me honey, that's my good little slut." It was just what I needed to hear to push me over the edge. My hips lifted off the bed, my legs tensed, my breath caught in my throat and my orgasm broke over me like a flood gate bursting. I felt my cum gush out of me, coating the tops of my thighs with the force of release and ruining the sheets. My body convulsed as the aftermath of the event coursed through me. My limbs twitched and shook. "Oh honey, that was so good to watch. I knew you were a squirter." Mr. P told me. He released his cock as he moved from the foot of my bed and slowly made his way toward my top half. He put one knee on the bed near my elbow and leant over my body, leaning in to press his hot lips to mine. His tongue sought access into my willing mouth and he kissed me hard. It was the first overly sexual thing he'd done to me since our tryst this morning. His hands didn't touch me, just his lips, and it was a heady sensation as my body cooled. He pulled back from the kiss, my mouth tried to follow, and he smiled gently at me as he stared into my face. His fingers brushed my hair back from my face and he gently stroked along my cheek to my mouth. He trailed his fingertips along my parted lips, and I desperately wanted to take his fingers into my mouth and suck on them, to stick my tongue out and lick them, but I remained still, and I kept my tongue in my mouth. Mr. P smiled at me again, knowing that I remembered what he'd told me last night. "Mmm, Erika, you are my good little slut, aren't you?" He asked me knowingly in his sexy low voice. He already knew the answer and I knew I didn't really need to answer him, but I did anyway, for the first time looking directly into his eyes. With a faint tint of rose brushing my cheeks, I said, "Yes Mr. P," and I meant it. His fingers travelled down the side of my neck, across my collar bone and down the side of my chest to cup my right breast in his hand. He kneaded the soft flesh as he looked into my face, bringing his thumb and forefinger up to gently roll my nipple between them. My eyes fluttered closed as arousal began to build in me once more. My eyes flew open and I gasped as a shock of pain lanced through my sensitive bud. Mr. P watched as my hands clawed themselves into the sheets rather than trying to grab his hand and stop him from doing what he was doing. The pressure eased, and I looked into his face, my heart pounding, my breath heaving. He stared at me, a slow smile forming on his lips as he pinched down on my nipple again. My reaction was exactly the same, and I felt my clit throb hard as I sucked in another breath. "Yes." I heard him whisper as he let go of my nipple. "Open your mouth honey," he told me, and I did. He shifted higher, his body looming over me as he brought his hips in line with my face. I could smell his warm musky scent and I inhaled deeply savouring it. I watched as he pulled on his hardened cock a couple of times, before his hips descended toward my mouth. No teasing this time, he pushed the tip of his engorged penis straight into my awaiting opening and said, "Suck it honey." And I did. Slurping and swirling my tongue all around the head, I moaned in the back of my throat as he humped his hips into my face, pushing the head in and out of my mouth. He groaned and I could taste his delicious pre cum as it slid down my throat, which made my pussy ache again. One of his thighs was pressed hard against my arm and breast while the other supported his weight on the floor. His left hand pressed into the pillow beside my head and supported his upper body while he used his right hand to stroke the length of his cock as he pumped my mouth. I found myself hoping that he would wank his cock harder and faster, wanting him to work himself into an orgasm so he would blow his hot load of cum in my mouth. I sucked harder on his engorged head, using my tongue to vigorously stroke the underside of his gland. I heard him groan above me as he squeezed down hard on his length, pushing another small measure of pre cum from his cock, and thought yes, he's getting close. I was devastated then, when he pulled back from my mouth so fast that the seal of my lips made a loud popping and slurping sound. I was confused when he stood up and looked down on me as he tucked himself away and did up his jeans. He was smiling as I looked up into his face with a pleading look on mine. "Oh no, you can't have that yet honey," he told me, "maybe for dessert. But for now, I promised someone I would make sure you had something to eat. And I don't think she meant my cock." He reached down and dragged me up by my hands, making me get out of bed and stand before him. His right hand gripped my breast and massaged it before sliding down along my stomach towards my pussy. His digits slipped across my clit lightly, teasing it gently for a few seconds before travelling deeper. His hand cupped my pussy as he pushed his middle finger into my sopping cleft. My Best Friends Father Ch. 04 "Go have a shower," he said as he fingered me. "You still smell like chlorine. Get dressed and wear a skirt. Oh and hurry, I want to leave in twenty minutes." He pulled his finger out of my aching hole quickly and put it to his mouth, sucking it clean of my juices, before turning around and leaving me alone in my room. My whole body was a quivering mass of raw nerves. I was so aroused I could barely walk straight. I grabbed up my black chemise set which had fallen on the floor and quickly rummaged in my suit case for a skirt and top then grabbed my towel and went for a shower. I soaped my body all over, the suds thick and creamy on my skin and took pleasure in the feel of my hands gliding over my flesh. I had shut the door to the bathroom, so when I heard it open my stomach clenched in nervous anticipation. Was Mr. P coming in to finish what he'd started? Or was he just going to tease me again? I saw his hulking figure come towards the frosted glass of the shower door, and I held my breath. I watched the defused shape of his arm reach forward and take hold of the door handle and then pull it open. I stood there like a statue, my hands clasped in front of me like I was praying, holding onto the soap. Mr. P's eyes openly devoured my body, taking in the suds that smeared my skin, my nipples full and light brown as they poked through the whiteness, my pussy and the small dark triangle of hair covered in bubbles. He didn't say a word, just put his hand out and waited for me to give him the soap. I looked down at it in my hands like it was some foreign object and then passed it to him like some great offering. He motioned for me to turn around and I did. I shuddered as I felt him begin to rub the soap across the back of my shoulders, his rough hands chaffing my skin gently as he scrubbed my back. He worked the bar of soap lower, across the small of my back and hips. I knew where he was heading and I was silently panting in expectation. He rubbed his palm across one cheek and then the other, the bar of soap a hard square in his hand. I felt him stop at the base of my spine and turn the soap onto its edge. With agonising slowness he slid the bar of soap along the crack of my butt, pushing it against me so it slipped between my cheeks and pressed into my puckered back door. Unconsciously, I placed my hands against the shower wall and let my forehead rest against the cool tiles, my buttocks pushing back against his ministrations. He knew he'd hit the right spot as I gasped loudly and I knew he would be smiling behind me as he continually rubbed the bar back and forth just over that one spot. I was gasping in pleasure, whining in need, praying silently for him to do more to me than just tease. He suddenly stopped, the bar retreating from my ass cheeks, and I heard it hit the floor. I was about to lift my head thinking that he'd had enough and was leaving, when I felt his fingers touch me again. I moaned. His fingers began to probe my tight opening, massaging, circling, and I let my hips rotate against their presence. I felt the pressure increase and in no time he had wriggled a finger inside me. Just one, but it was enough to set my pussy to spasming. I groaned loudly. He must have stepped half way into the shower recess because suddenly his warm breath was on my ear. I felt him retract his finger and bring another to join it before he pushed them back into me from behind, saying; "I thought I'd better loosen this up a little bit for you..." his fingers shoved into my ass harder, "because tonight honey, I'm going to fuck this tight little ass of yours and pop that cherry." I gasped at the pain and the pleasure that shocked through me. My clit throbbed appallingly and I longed to finger it again, but I didn't move. All I could do was moan and whimper as his fingers slid in and out of me. Suddenly his fingers were gone again and I heard him rinsing them under the water. "Rinse off and get dressed you've got fifteen minutes left." The door of the shower closed and he was gone again. My whole body shook and I slowly managed to pull myself together enough to rinse all the soap from my body and hair. I stepped from the shower and dried myself off. Reaching for my clothes, I was annoyed to find that my chemise and panties were gone. Thinking that they had fallen down behind the clothes basket I shifted it out of the way. Nothing. They hadn't fallen, they weren't in the clothes basket, and I knew that I had definitely brought them into the bathroom with me. I looked to the open door. I looked back at the clothes that were beside me, and I knew that he had taken them. My nipples hardened as I shivered, realising that he didn't want me wearing any underwear. With a gulp, I reached for my clothes and pulled them on. My hair still damp, I quickly combed it out and tied it into a loose knot. I didn't worry about make-up, I was too worried about time, and I made my way out to the living room. As I exited the hall, I saw the back of Mr. P's head as he sat on the couch watching the late news. I slowed and stood quietly in the doorway. "I... I'm ready Mr. P," I said in a small voice. Mr P turned the tellie off as he glanced around at me. He made a show of placing his hand on the arm of the couch where my black lace top and panties rested. He fingered them lightly as he rose coming around near the arm rest, he stood there looking at me with his hands on his hips. I felt myself blush under the intensity of his gaze, and glanced at my feet as I fidgeted with the hem of my skirt. I heard Mr P sigh. Not the sigh of a contented lover or yearning, but a sigh of frustration, of worry, a sigh of almost regret and defeat. My heart rate tripled in panic and my stomach churned as thoughts rushed through my head. Oh no, he doesn't want to do this anymore, he's had time to think about this properly and realises what a mistake he's made, he's going to tell me this can't happen again. In the space of a few seconds all the doubts of a young, insecure teenage woman flashed through my mind and as I finally made myself look at him I could feel the sting of tears beginning to form in my eyes. He sighed again and slumped down on the arm of the sofa. He reached out a hand. "Erika, come here honey, we need to talk." I swallowed the big lump that had lodged itself in my throat and walked towards him on shaky legs, coming to stand between his spread knees; daring to stand as close to him as I could without his say so. He looked at me as he sat there, his eyes level with mine as he stared into my face, his eyes searching it, seeking some sort of answer that I didn't know the question to. "Erika..." He started, his voice soft, deep. It sent a shiver across my spine like it always did. "Erika," he said again, "I have a question and I want you to answer this as honestly as you can okay?" I nodded, chewing on my bottom lip with nervous anxiety. "Erika, stop doing that to your lip it's distracting," he said almost absent minded. Immediately I stopped biting my lip. "That's better. Now, this is extremely important, so please know that you can always be honest with me and I promise not to be angry. I might be a little upset if you're answer isn't the one I want to hear, but not angry." He searched my face with questioning eyes, seeking understanding. I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded that I understood. He nodded and then continued. "What I need to know is if this is what you really want? If what we are doing is by your choice as well as mine? I need to know that I'm not forcing you into anything you don't want to do willingly?" His voice, for the first time, sounded a little unsure. I felt the nervous churning in my stomach ease as I took in his questions and realised that he was as confused and unsure about this situation as I was. But that he really did want it as badly as I did too. He didn't touch me, didn't try to influence my decision with warm fingertips gliding over my skin. He just sat there and looked at me with those incredible brown eyes of his and waited for me to answer. I clasped my hands in front of my stomach and tried to breathe. Hundreds of conflicting thoughts swirled through my head, it was wrong, but it felt so good. He's so hot, but he's my best friend's father. He's literally old enough to be my dad! But God I want him so badly. I must have stood there quietly for ages, battling my inner demons, trying to justify to myself what I really wanted. I didn't want to hurt Becky, and I knew if she ever found out about this, about her father and me, that it would probably crush her. That was my biggest worry and I think it showed on my face. Mr. P's eyes narrowed as he stared at me, worry overshadowing his face too, as he saw the indecision flit across mine. He didn't say a word though; he just sat there patiently and waited. I thought to myself; this is the perfect opportunity to end this right now, for Becky's sake. He's given you an easy out so you don't hurt your best friend. But there was another little voice in my head, a selfish little voice that said "No". This is what you want, he is what you want, take him, everyone else be damned! In the end the selfish little voice put up the louder argument and my face cleared as I made my decision. My stomach thrilled with nervous excitement as I threw myself against his body, wrapping my arms around his neck as words rushed out of me. "Oh Mr. P I want this so badly. I want you so badly you have no idea! I can't help myself." I felt another sigh come from him, it sounded like he'd been holding his breath, as his arms came about my waist and he squeezed me against him. "I'm just worried about Becky," I told him honestly. "I don't want this to hurt her. She's my best friend Mr. P and you're her dad. I know this is a strange situation but I've never felt this way before I... I just can't stop myself from wanting this, from wanting you." I felt his warm lips press against my neck as he pulled me tighter against him. "I feel exactly the same way. And don't worry about Becky; we'll cross that bridge when we come to it." I sighed against his shoulder feeling safe and contented within his embrace. It was true, I had never felt this way before and I wanted this feeling to go on and on forever. Mr. P leant back from me, his hand coming up to cup my face and he leaned forward to draw me into a kiss. It was soft and tender, full of sweet sensual promise, his lips melding to mine as if they were made for each other. His tongue gently probed my mouth, tasting my sweetness and demanding more. As we broke from the kiss, my heart was pounding and my breath was heaving in my chest. My nipples had tightened and ached against the fabric of my shirt. His hand trailed slowly down my neck and across my chest. Cupping my breast his thumb stroked lightly over the tip of my hard bud. I gave a small gasp and began chewing on my bottom lip again as I stared into his eyes. "God you are entirely too cute when you do that honey," Mr. P said to me, his eyes glued to my lips as his fingers lightly pinched my nipple making me gasp again. He smiled, "That's better," he said as his other hand came up and grabbed me by the back of my neck and drew me down into another hot kiss. His lips were hard and his tongue was brutal. He left me breathless and aching as he broke the kiss for the last time and pushed me back from him holding me at arms' length. Standing up before me he picked up my forgotten lace lingerie set and brought them to his nose. Breathing deeply, he inhaled the scent of them and sighed; his demeanour reverting to that of being in control. "You can have these back later on tonight," he told me as he balled them up in his fist and pushed them into his jeans pocket. I watched in a kind of detached horror as he purposely left nearly a third of my panties poking from the top of his hip pocket and moved away from me. Collecting his keys from the side table he moved over to the door and held it open for me. "Well come on honey. Time to go eat," he said with a big smile. I strode after him in a daze. Before I knew it we were in the car and on our way. "I don't know about you but I could really go for some Chinese tonight, what do you reckon?" He asked me conversationally. I kept staring at my panties sticking out the top of his pants pocket, worrying about what people were going to think of me when they saw them. There was no way they could be mistaken for anything other than what they were. My stomach began a nervous churning as I sat there and stared. "Erika?" Mr. P's voice broke through my thoughts. I shook myself awake and answered, "Yes, Mr. P?" "Would you like Chinese for dinner?" He asked again smiling as he stared at the road ahead of him, his hand dropping down to his pocket to finger my lingerie. "Ah, sure, that sounds good," I said vaguely. "That doesn't sound too convincing Erika, if you'd prefer something else ...?" He left the question hanging. I'd definitely prefer something else, I'd prefer he pushed my panties into his pocket properly but I knew that wasn't going to happen, and I knew he was referring to dinner, so I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat and told him, "No, Chinese is fine, Sir." My arms flew out, slapping against the side window of the car and the centre console, in an effort to steady myself as the car veered sharply. Mr. P swore as he sawed on the steering wheel to correct the path of the vehicle and stepped on the brake. Slowing the car he pulled off to the side of the road and stopped. He turned off the ignition, and stared at me, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles had turned white. His eyes seemed a little wild around the edges and I shivered thinking that I had upset him, that I had said something wrong. "What did you say?" He asked me in a deathly quiet voice, his brown eyes hard as they bored into me. A shiver of fear coursed over my skin and I gulped a breath. "I...I'm sorry Mr. P..." I began but Becky's father cut me off. "Tell me exactly what you said," he growled menacingly. His breathing was heavy, rasping in his throat as his chest heaved up and down. His knuckles had turned whiter still as his death grip on the steering wheel threatened to tear it from the column. Real fear gripped my insides as I felt my bladder threaten to lose control of itself. Cold sweat broke out on my skin as I shrank back from him. In contradiction to my fear; I felt my nipples harden and my clit began to throb. I couldn't believe it. Even faced with imminent danger my body still yearned towards sexual release! Fearing making him angrier by taking my time in answering him I stammered, "I... I... said... 'No, Chinese is fine... Sir'." I gulped again, trying to inhale air, but it seemed too thick and cloying inside the vehicle and I couldn't catch my breath. In a rush I continued. "I'm sorry Mr. P I don't know why I said that, it just popped out! ... I..." "Shut up!" He growled with a shudder, before his hand flew out towards me. I cringed back against the door of the car; my eyes squeezed shut in fright, thinking that he was going to strike me. My eyes flew open again as I felt his hand slide in behind my neck and grab a fistful of my hair. I didn't even have time to gasp as he yanked me towards him. His mouth brutalised mine, his teeth clashing against mine as his tongue invaded my mouth nearly choking me. I nearly sobbed against his lips as I opened my mouth to his violent kiss. His hand tightened in my hair causing me to gasp, my eyes screwed shut, as his other hand shoved my knees apart and forced its way between my thighs. I cried out in both lust and panic. "Mr. P please..." was all I could manage before his mouth silenced my plea. He bit my lip, hard enough to hurt me but not to draw blood. "Sir!" He growled as he thrust two fingers roughly into my wet pussy. I tried to gasp, but it turned into a moan as he pulled my head back against the seat by my hair. "Sir!" He growled again as he shoved his fingers deeper inside me. My whole body was shuddering. I was choking on my own breath, as his fingers dived into my incredibly wet opening. It was rough and his callused fingers scraped against the inner walls of my pussy, but I was so horny I didn't care. My hips thrust forward to meet his fingers at every opportunity and I could feel a huge orgasm approaching. His fist tightened in my hair and I groaned again finally realising what he wanted to hear. "Pleeeaseee..." I begged him, "S... Sir!" "Yes!" He whispered fiercely before I felt his teeth grate along the skin of my neck. I shuddered as his lips moved up to within a centimetre of my ear and he started whispering. "Oh yes honey, you like that don't you? You like it rough, feeling pain. My good little cock-tease, cum for me baby, cum all over my fingers, make a mess on my seat." His fingers thrust into me faster and faster. I felt my whole body tensing. "Oh yeah that's it baby, that's it, be a good little slut and cum for Sir." I gasped, "Oh God! Oh Sir, oh Sir, oh Sir!" I felt my pussy contract hard around his fingers and my clit exploded in orgasm. Cum splashed out of me, drenching Mr P's hand and ruining the upholstery of his car. I tried to clench my thighs together but Mr P growled at me to open them up as his thumb went to work on my throbbing clit, sending my body into convulsions as shock after shock pulsed through my centre. I was nearly in tears as I begged him again, "Please Sir, please! Please Sir, no more, I can't take anymore." My thighs were shaking and trembling in an effort to remain parted. All I wanted to do was squeeze them shut and curl up into a protective ball as I let my body come down from its high. He yanked his fingers out of me, making a loud slurping noise as he did so, and released my hair from his grasp. Even in my delirium I heard his zipper being drawn down and the rustle of clothes. I managed to open my eyes and peek over at him. "Oh yeah," he groaned as he started to wank his cock, smearing my cum up and down the length of his shaft. "Are you my good little slut honey?" He asked me. "Yes Sir," I answered quickly without thought or reservation. "Good, get over here and eat your cum off of my cock then." He ordered. In my haste to get the seat belt off I nearly threw the belt clasp through the side window, but I ignored it completely, my whole attention being centred on getting that incredibly thick cock inside my mouth. I leant over as Mr. P sat back his seat so I had some head room, and without any preamble I shoved his cock deep into my mouth. I bobbed up and down on his thick shaft like a woman possessed, throwing my head down as far and fast as I could, gagging myself repeatedly as my hand pumped up and down on his length. Saliva dribbled out of my mouth, coating his hard cock in a slick lube that let my hand glide over him with ease. Faster and faster I wanked him, sucked him, licked him, until I heard him groan hard. "Looks like you're going to get dessert before you get dinner honey." He told me through clenched teeth. I felt both his hands press against the back of my head as his hips thrust up to meet my mouth. I gagged continually and tears really came to my eyes as he fucked my mouth hard. He started grunting, his breath blasting out of his nostrils as he neared his orgasm. "Oh yeah," he groaned again. "Here it comes Honey. Be a good slut and drink it all up!" I drew my head back so my teeth locked just behind the gland and I wanked him hard and fast. I felt his cock spasm wildly in my mouth two seconds before his hot gush of fluid spilled over my tongue. I sucked him hard and swallowed as the first shot hit the roof of my mouth. The next shot flooded my greedy palate to near overflowing, but I didn't let up, slurping and swallowing just as fast as I could to keep up with the flow. A few small drops escaped my lips and I quickly licked them up, savouring ever last bit of his cum. Mr. P shuddered as I squeezed his cock from the base all the way to the tip, milking the last remnants of his release from him. My Best Friends Father Ch. 04 "Oh Fuck!" Mr. P said as I rose from his lap, licking my lips to catch any errant drops. His hands slid into my hair again, this time gentler, and he pulled me in for another kiss. His lips covered mine, his tongue snaking out to lick across my mouth before probing into the recess. He shared the after taste of his cum from my mouth and I shivered against him before he pulled back from me. "Erika, honey, you are too much," he told me and I blushed with pleasure as I sat back in my chair and rearranged my clothing. I patted my hair back into some semblance of order, and silently thanked Mr. P for making me rush and not put on any make-up as I wiped the gag tears from my lashes. I could just imagine the frightful state I would have been in if I'd been wearing mascara. Mr. P fixed his pants and belt, and sat there for a short while recovering. Eventually, he leaned over and gave me another quick kiss before restarting the car. We were finally heading for dinner.