2 comments/ 45256 views/ 29 favorites My Best Friends Father Ch. 05 By: _Kushiel_ We walked into the small, dimly lit Chinese restaurant and were immediately seated. It looked like it was a quiet night for them; only two other couples and a group of four strapping young men, probably not much older than I was, were seated about the place. We were led directly past the four guys and Mr P's hand squeezed my waist as we walked past them. I saw one of the guys' eyes widen as he saw my panties sticking out the top of Mr P's jeans, and could have died of embarrassment as I saw him from the corner of my eye, leaning over to whisper to his friends. My face flushed pink as Becky's father squeezed my ass before allowing me to sit down in my chair. I was sure the blokes at the other table had a clear view, and knew I was right when I risked a peek over at them to see them smiling and staring at me. My blush deepened. Mr P sat me in the chair adjacent to me but opposite the table of four young guys. I tried to sit demurely, tucking my short skirt under my bottom and keeping my knees pressed firmly together, but I could still feel their eyes on me and I squirmed in my seat. Mr P ordered for both of us and I barely tasted my food as we sat and dined. The conversation got off to a shaky start, but eventually we fell into an easy rhythm and I began to relax and enjoy myself. About midway through the meal, Mr P stopped talking and just stared at me with a strange look in his eyes for a long while. I began to get nervous. I had come to recognise that look. It was the look he got when he was aroused and wanted something from me. I gulped and wriggled in my seat as I felt my pussy begin to moisten once more. To my increasing embarrassment, my nipples hardened, peaking beneath my tight, white singlet and announcing to the world that I was excited. My face flushed as I distinctly heard whispered comments coming from the other table. "Oh man, check out her nipples! She ain't wearing any bra and it's definitely not cold in here!" One voice said. Then, "Well you know she ain't wearing any panties 'cause that guy's got 'em poking out the top of his pocket!" Then they laughed and my face coloured even more. "Erika." Mr P's low voice drifted over the table and drew my eyes towards his. He was sitting on my left hand side, and his eyes seemed to drown out all the noise in the restaurant. The rest of the world shrank away as I lost myself in his gaze and it seemed it was just he and I staring at each other. His hand took hold of mine, his fingers stroking up and down along the top, and he smiled at me. "Come here, honey," he said softly, and without even thinking about it I leant towards him. His lips felt so incredibly soft against mine as he lightly brushed a kiss across them; smooth, pliant. I shivered and my lips parted slightly, yearning for more to happen. He pressed his mouth more fully against mine and I felt his tongue glide inside my mouth. Our tongues danced against each other softly, lusciously, until my breathing was haphazard and my nipples were again hard and aching. My breasts hung close to our joined hands, as I leant towards Mr P's face, and I gasped against his lips as I felt his fingertip flick slowly across the sensitive tip of my left bud. He sat back slowly and smiled at me. "Take a look now and tell me if they're laughing?" Mr P whispered softly to me. I glanced their way to see a look of shock on all their faces before they all turned their heads away from me and pretended to be looking at anything but our table. They seemed to have started squirming in their seats, uncomfortable bulges beginning to make themselves known in their jeans. I covered my mouth and giggled as I looked back at Mr P. He smiled at me and winked. The restaurant's tablecloths were very short and I had no doubt that the guys had a clear view under our table, so I almost gasped as I felt his hand touch my knee. Mr P leaned in close again and brushed a light kiss across my lips before he brought his mouth close to my ear. "Erika, this just won't do." He told me softly, feeling my knees pressed tightly together, as he gently ran a finger up and down the skin of my lower thigh. "I want you to open your knees, honey." I gasped and then blushed a deep crimson, lowering my eyes as I stammered quietly, "Mr P, I... I... I... can't." He drew back from me and stared into my eyes. "Erika," he whispered, "of course you can, honey. Just keep looking at me, don't think about anything else, just me, and you can do it." I gulped again as his hand still stroked up and down on my knee, and his eyes bored into mine. He brought his other hand up to my face to brush his fingers across my lips ever so slightly, making my eyes flutter in sexual need. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second, knowing that if I parted my thighs I would be exposing myself to the full scrutiny of the four guys sitting across the way from us. His eyes held me captive as he stared at me, and I felt myself giving in to his suggestion. His voice whispered to me once more, low and deep, hypnotizing; he said, "Open your knees, honey." As if I was powerless to prevent it, I felt my knees beginning to part. Nothing existed except his eyes and his words, and my eyes rolled up into my head as I felt his hand travelling higher along my inner thigh towards my wet centre. His fingers dipped down between my legs and a small orgasm shot through me as he lightly caressed my clit. A few seconds was all it lasted, in truth, but to me it felt almost like an eternity, and I never wanted it to end. I felt like a complete slut, like some sexual junkie that just couldn't get enough of these debaucheries. When he drew back his hand and gently pressed my knees back together, I blinked and the spell was broken. I started to breathe again and very nearly hyperventilated. Mr P clasped my chin and spoke gently to me. "Calm down, baby." He said softly. "Breathe deeper, slow it down." I eventually got my breathing under control, and my whole body gave a shuddered as a wave of sensation rolled over me. When I was finally able to function normally again, Mr P smiled broadly at me. "Well done, honey, you did great." I felt my skin flush in pleasure once again and I grinned as my heart skipped a beat. "Are you horny, Erika?" He asked me forthrightly, his thumb stroking along my jaw line. I chewed on my bottom lip as I nodded and then answered, "Yes Mr P." "Good. Let's go home so I can fuck you until you pass out." "Yes, please," I responded breathlessly. "But first..." He said, as his hand disappeared beneath the table again, only to return with my panties in it. He brushed them lightly across his lips and inhaled deeply. "...I think you should put these on. It may be a bit chilly outside and I wouldn't want your cute little pussy to get too cold." My hand trembled noticeably as I took my panties from his grasp, blushing as I did so. "I'll just go to the bathroom." "No," he told me, "put them on here, please." "But..." I began, glancing over at the other table quickly and noting that all four guys were staring our way, their gaze riveted. My voice trailed off, my eyes flicking back to Mr P as I realised it would be useless to argue. I knew one way or another I would give in and do as he asked. He'd catch me with those eyes and that damnable voice and I'd be helpless to do anything other than obey. I began to look around... "Don't..." He said. "No one can see you other than those four boys at the other table. And I honestly think they don't mind watching what you're doing. Put your panties on, Erika." I swallowed hard. My pussy was saturated and throbbing with need. Once again I wondered how one man could do this to me, turn me into a tramp, a harlot, some kind of sex-crazed slut capable of such blatantly debaucherous acts? And as all these thoughts whirled through my mind, I found at the end of it all, I didn't really care. I loved it all. I liked bad boys because of the excitement they offered me. Well Mr P was the baddest boy... no, he was the baddest "Man" I had ever met and he offered me so much excitement, I felt breathless nearly all of the time. I loved the way he took control of me, just with his eyes and his voice. How he made me do the things I did tonight, though he never forced me. He simply asked me, knowing somehow that deep down it was what I really wanted to do, and that all I needed was a bit of gentle persuasion. I kicked my sandals off and leant forward, dropping my panties beneath the table for the last time, and quickly lifted my feet to pull them on. "Slowly," Mr P ordered. I bit my lip as I stared at him. His eyes never left my face. He didn't really care about watching me pull my panties up; he just wanted to watch my face, and see there my acceptance of what I was doing for him. I put my feet back in my sandals and slowed my pace. I dragged my underwear slowly up my calves, over my knees, and along my lower thighs. "Now stand and pull them the rest of the way up. I want those boys to get a good look," Mr P said quietly, with a small smile. I shuddered, my heart rate tripling, as the blood rushed through my veins, threatening to make me pass out. I stood and did as he asked me, slowly pulling the panties up the rest of the way. My skirt lifted as my hands came higher and the guys sitting across the way all gasped or groaned when they got an eyeful of my waxed pussy; as it was covered up by black lace. Two of them squirmed uncomfortably, one had a hand pressed hard against his crotch and was squeezing himself, and the last guy actually stood up and made his way to the bathroom. I smoothed my skirt and remained standing, still staring at Mr P. "Good girl," he told me as he rose too. Pulling his wallet from his pocket, he dropped enough money on the table to cover dinner and left a generous tip. "Come on, honey, let's go." He shifted around me and put his body between me and the three guys left at the table as we walked out of the restaurant. He paid them no attention. It was like they weren't even there as he slung his arm around my waist and guided me out of the place. We were in his car and headed home in no time. Mr P barely kept to the speed limit as we wove in and out of traffic. There was no pit stop for a quick head job as had happened on the way to the restaurant, there was no conversation, just Mr P's determined driving. I was half worried that he would get a ticket for reckless driving, if not for speeding. I needn't have worried, though, as we made it back to his house without incident. Pulling to a stop in the driveway, we were out of the car and along the path in seconds, both of us anxious to get right to it. As Mr P opened the door, I noticed with some surprise that his hands trembled slightly. And as I thought about it, in the back of my mind the knowledge that Mr P was going to fuck my ass tonight threatened to undo me, but I pushed the thought deeper into some dark recess of my brain and walked through the door. As the door slammed behind us, Mr P's arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me towards him. He spun me around and pushed me hard up against the wall. His hot mouth found mine in an urgent kiss, his tongue probing deep and long. His hands roamed roughly over me, his nails catching at my skin as he drew the strings of my singlet down my arms, tugging the shirt down around my waist and exposing my full breasts. His hand kneaded at my mounds, tightly moulding them in his palms as his thumb and forefinger tugged relentlessly at my nipples, causing me to gasp against his lips. His mouth burnt a trail along my chin to my ear, his lips and teeth sucking and nibbling on the lobe before his soft voice filled my head. "God Erika, I've never been so fucking horny in all my life. You have no idea what you do to me." My body shivered as my own hands roamed urgently over his body, finding his belt and yanking at it to get it free. "Me either..." I was going to say Mr P, but at the last moment remembered his reaction in the car and changed that last word. "...Sir!" I heard him growl as he sank his teeth into the soft flesh of my shoulder, making me jump and cry out in painful ecstasy. I got his belt loose and wasted no time in getting his button and zipper undone as well. I grabbed at his shirt and tried to get the buttons undone, wanting to feel his skin against my bare breasts, but there were too many buttons and they were too small. With a frustrated growl I grabbed the shirt at the centre and ripped my arms apart, tearing the buttons loose, before pushing the shirt from his shoulders until it stopped at his elbows. I heard Mr P's hard groan as his mouth came back to mine to assault my lips once more. His hands skimmed down my back, over my ass, and along the backs of my thighs until they could move under my skirt and come back up to grip my panty-covered ass properly. His hands massaged my ass cheeks in a circular motion, pulling them apart and then mashing them back together as my hands eagerly roamed over his shoulders, down his chest and then along his sides to his back. I raked my nails lightly down his spine, making Mr P hiss as his fingers dug into my ass hard. He lifted me effortlessly off the floor, thumping my body back against the wall with his own. My arms came up around his neck as my legs intuitively wrapped themselves around his waist. The urgency was building to monumental proportions as I felt one of his arms reach under my thigh to push down the front of his boxer briefs and free his monster erection. I felt his other hand shift under me and grab the crotch of my wet panties, yanking them aside. I felt the tip of his incredibly thick cock poised at my juicy pussy. He broke from our heated kiss. "Tell me you want it, honey, beg me for it." He said in a breathless growl. "Oh God Mr P!" I nearly screamed. "I want your cock!! Please Sir, please fuck me, fuck me hard! Pleeaase..." "Fuck yeah!" He swore as his grip on my ass tightened and his hips thrust upward, impaling me on his tremendous rod in one fluid stroke. I think I let out a scream of pleasure and pain as his cock filled me completely. Recklessly throwing my head back in ecstasy, my skull slammed hard against the wall and white stars of pain burst behind my eyes. I felt dazed but managed to hold onto consciousness as the pain shocked through my young body, intensifying the carnal desire that gripped me and sent my body careening towards a massive orgasm. Becky's father's rhythm faltered as he breathlessly asked if I was okay. "I'm fine," I gasped, "just don't stop, please, Sir," I begged. I heard his guttural response and his hands dug into my ass harshly as he rammed himself into me over and over again. "Yes! Yes!" I screamed. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!!!!" I felt my tight, wet pussy contract savagely, clenching down on Mr P"s engorged shaft with so much force I felt my cum almost fire out of me to coat his pelvis and balls. An earth-shattering orgasm erupted, sending a hot flush of blood rushing from my clit out to the tips of my fingers and toes. My scalp prickled and the hair on the nape of my neck stood on end. My breath caught in my throat, and I think my face may have turned a tad blue as my whole body tensed up, my thighs tightening around Mr P's waist so much I think I heard him grunt. My whole body became so rigid I prevented Mr P from even moving. The air exploded from my lungs in a great gasp as the final throes of intense pleasure shuddered its way out of my body, and I felt myself slump. "Fucking horny little slut!" Mr P's voice spat at me through clenched teeth. His hands shifted to my hips as he pulled back and slammed himself forward. He pounded into me like a jackhammer, his cock driving deeper and deeper with every thrust, filling me with every last inch of his fat cock, until I heard my screams of pleasure echoing off the walls of the hallway. My ass and hips were repeatedly pummelled back against the wall, Mr P exerting so much force that a small, nearby painting fell from its hook and hit the floor with a loud thud. My hips and pussy were being brutalised and all I could do was beg for more as I felt another orgasm building. Mr P's grunts were becoming louder and louder. I knew he was getting close and I raised my voice in encouragement. "Oh God, Mr P, yes, oh Sir, please cum. Cum inside me, please, I want to feel your hot, sticky load shoot inside my cunt!" "Oh Fuck!" Mr P groaned. "You're such a dirty little cum slut, aren't you Erika?" "Yes Sir!" "And whose slut are you?" He growled, his hips still ramming into me. "Yours! I'm your slut, Mr P. Only yours!" I cried out. "You'd better fucking believe it!" He yelled, as he thrust forward so savagely I felt my breath being forced out of my lungs. "Oh fuck, here I cum, honey. I'm going to fill your tight little cunt up till it overflows!" "Oh yes, yes Sir," I gasped as I felt my climax peak and then break over me, causing my body to tense up again. "Oh yeah, slut, cum with me, baby," Mr P groaned fiercely as he drove his cock hard into me for the final time. I heard a definitive "crack" as he drove his last stroke home, and the wall behind my back caved in under the pressure and force. A jagged split shot from beneath my ass all the way to the ceiling. Small bits of plaster rained down on us, as we both tried to catch our breaths. Mr P groaned and his knees buckled. We fell to the floor in a heap, his cock still planted firmly inside me; sweat pouring from our bodies, clothes askew. My body continued to convulse as I lay atop Mr P trembling, my breathing ragged, my body spent. I could feel myself sinking, my awareness fading as Mr P's hand gently stroked my hair back from my brow. "I think we nearly brought the house down," he said breathlessly and chuckled. I think I giggled in response and then sighed in contentment, my whole body relaxing, as I passed out. I awakened briefly at being jostled, my eyes opening for a split second and my awareness rising up just long enough to realise that Mr P was carrying me again, before sinking back into oblivion. I awoke sometime later to the feel of fingers tentatively examining my head. I hissed as they touched a tender spot and my hand came up to grasp at a wrist. "Ow," I croaked; my throat parched and scratchy. "That hurts." "I know, honey." Mr P's deep, gravelly voice said softly from behind me. "But I have to check. You hit your head pretty hard. I need to make sure you didn't give yourself a concussion." I withdrew my hand and meekly submitted to the exploring fingers. They gently probed the back of my skull, pressing lightly on the painful lump. I whimpered a little. "Do you have a headache?" Mr P asked as his fingers retreated from my hair to lightly slide over the skin of my back. "I don't think so," I answered with a shiver, opening my eyes. My vision was a little blurry to begin with, but soon enough everything came back into focus. One by one my senses reasserted themselves, and I found myself lying naked on a soft comforter with a black satin-covered pillow beneath my head. I inhaled deeply, sucking Mr P's manly scents deep into my lungs. I could almost taste his aftershave, his shampoo and the light tang of his sweat. I sighed and snuggled deeper into his pillow as I floated in an aromatic heaven. I was quickly brought back to reality, as I felt something wet and extremely cold being pressed against the back of my head. I cringed away from it. "Keep still. This will help with the swelling. You are going to have a lump the size of an ostrich egg on the back of your head." Mr P told me gently as his warm lips pressed themselves against the back of my bare shoulder. I shivered and my nipples screwed themselves up in reaction. "You'll have to be more careful next time." My Best Friends Father Ch. 05 My stomach thrilled at the mention of a "next time" and I smiled into the pillow. "Yes Sir," I said unthinkingly. I felt a light slap on my buttocks, then his fingers as they caressed my skin. "None of that now," Mr P warned, though I could tell from his tone that he was smiling. "You're injured." "I'm fine, Mr P, honestly. No blurry vision, no headache... well none except the ice-cream headache I'm getting now from the ice pack," I joked. "Really Sir, I'm okay, just a little bruised." I noted that my hips and lower back were beginning to ache but ignored it. I felt his lips caress the spot between my shoulder blades and quietly moaned, my body shivering again as goose flesh pimpled my skin. I reached up and pulled the ice pack away from my head. "Do I really have to keep this on?" I complained. "Yes," Mr P answered, replacing the pack. "At least for another few minutes anyway." I pouted, not that he saw it as my face was still tucked into the pillow, and resigned myself to having the cold pack sit on my head. "Just relax." He told me as his fingers lightly brushed a path along my ribs, over my waist and down onto my thigh. His mouth soon followed, his lips scalding my skin with hot kisses as he worked his way down my body. His mouth stopped where his fingers had. Mr P began to work his way up again, kissing along the back of my thigh, making me whimper as pleasure slowly built. I felt his teeth grate against the curve of my ass cheek where it met my thigh and I gasped loudly, praying to whichever God might be listening that he would tongue my ass like he did the other night. He teased me for what seemed like ages, gently stroking my butt with his hands, massaging my round cheeks softly, spreading my fleshy mounds to expose my puckered opening as he kissed and licked me everywhere except where I wanted it. Eventually, though, my prayers were answered and I felt his tongue glide between my cheeks. Up and down he licked me, his tongue working like a painter's brush back and forth over my little starburst. Every now and then the tip of his tongue would draw a circle around my asshole before lightly stabbing into its centre, teasing me, making me whimper. Too soon, it seemed, I felt him draw away from my ass and I let out a little moan of protest. I heard his chuckle as his mouth came alongside my ear. "Did my little slut like that?" He asked softly as his hand slid along my belly to cup my breast. His finger and thumb wrapped themselves around my nipple and gently squeezed down on it. "Yes!" I groaned in answer as I felt the tip of his hard cock poking into the back of my thigh. I pushed my butt back against him, making the tip dig further into the flesh of my leg. I sighed, and whether it was the head injury or the cold pack freezing my brain and addling my thoughts, I felt words falling out of my mouth and I just couldn't seem to stop them. "Mr P, how is it you do this to me? How can you treat me like a slut, like a common whore, and yet make me feel so good? How? Why? I even love the embarrassment, the pain! God, is there something wrong with me?" I shuddered as his warm lips planted themselves on the back of my neck and his hands stroked down from my breast, along my hip and over my leg till his fingers found my moist centre and began sliding up and down along my slit from behind. "There is nothing common about you, honey. And there isn't a damn thing wrong with you either." Mr P"s low voice informed me softly as his lips kept working on my neck and shoulders. I squirmed against his hand, wanting his fingers to slide inside my pussy. "Tell me you understand what it is that's going on between us?" He said; his voice soft though serious. I took a small breath as thought about his question. "I... I think I understand, but I'm not entirely sure, Mr P." I answered him with only a slight stutter. It was a confusing situation for me. I had to remind myself that I was only young, and hadn't had an enormous range of experience. I'd had a few boyfriends in the past but all those relationships had been pretty standard stuff. What was happening between Mr P and myself was something entirely new to me and I found myself not quite sure of where I stood in the whole scheme of things. I wasn't stupid; I had an internet connection, so I'd read about sexual kinks and such. I knew he liked to be in charge and that he liked treating me like his personal slut and fuck toy but what was really going on between us? "It's all about trust, honey," he continued, his fingers probing. "You trust me, don't you, Erika?" "Yes Sir," I moaned as I felt a finger penetrate my slick folds. "Oh yes." "Mmm... So when you trust someone, you feel secure, safe; safe enough to let yourself go and just be you, to soak up the experience and maybe learn a few things about yourself as well." I nodded. "Mmm-hmm." "I think you get that I like to be in charge?" He spoke gently, his lips still brushing small kisses on the back of my neck as his hand left my moist cleft and came to rest on my hip. I nodded against the pillow, silently disappointed that he'd stopped stroking my hot pussy. "And that I like to have a certain amount of control over you and that if I give you orders, I like to have them obeyed, yes?" I nodded again. He raised his head removing his warm mouth from my skin, I whimpered in protest and I heard him chuckle. "Patience." Brushing the hair back from my cheek he tucked it behind my ear and leant over me to see my face. I opened my eyes and stared up at him. This was going to be a serious conversation if it required eye contact I thought. "What I like is not quite what one would call full Domination or Sadomasochism. I'm somewhere at a halfway point. I'm not totally Dom, but I'm not quite vanilla either if you get what I mean. Do you know anything about BDSM?" He tried to explain to me. "I've read some stuff on it." I answered. "Good so you understand the premise?" He said as he trailed his fingers up over my ribs and down again. I nodded chewing on my bottom lip again. "Okay, so I like a little bit of domination and I like to be obeyed in most things. But that said; I don't expect you to just blindly do as you're told either. I'm not that into it that I require you to kneel on the floor, naked, with a collar about your neck and worship me as your master. Or to have you trussed up and bound uncomfortably for hours on end either." At that I screwed my nose up, I don't think I would have enjoyed that either. He noticed my reaction and smiled. He raised his hand and ran a finger over my bottom lip. I inhaled the scent of my pussy and had to close my eyes. "Although I can't say as I'd be overly upset if you wanted to walk around naked most of the time. I'd love to see your naked body as much as I could." He added with a smirk which made me blush; he continued. "Also, I'm not much into sharing so while I might like to show you off a little here and there; like at the restaurant, I will never ever ask you to sleep with anyone else. I'm much too possessive for that. Okay?" At that statement I felt a knot of tension I didn't even know was there loosen. I had been worried about that. Hell from the moment he mentioned domination and sadomasochism I had been a little worried. But he was reassuring me of the worst things. I honestly didn't think I could go so far as to have a collar about my neck or be tied, bound and gagged like I'd seen in some of the photo's online. That said; a little pain never hurt anyone and I liked a little slap and tickle as much as the next nymph, so; so far I could live with what Mr P was telling me. "Thank you for clearing that up for me." I said softly; looking up at him again. "One more thing," Mr P added his brown eyes earnest as they stared down at me. "I will never force you to do anything that you truly do not want to do. If ever there is a time, where you truly don't feel comfortable with what I've asked; you are to tell me and mean it; in no uncertain terms. You have to be frank with me on this one, or we must choose a safe word to use. But either way it must be in a concise and precise manner so I don't misconstrue the simple 'no' of wanting to be pushed to do it, with the outright 'no' of 'not on your life'." I bit my bottom lip again and immediately tasted my pussy juice. I shivered and inhaled deeply through my nose, Mr P simply smiled down at me. I tried to clear my head as I thought about what he was saying. I understood where he was coming from of course, and it only made me want him even more. But this was a serious issue and one that I had to consider in its entirety. As I lay there looking at him, contemplating his world I was currently entering, a word popped into my head from seemingly nowhere and it struck me as very apt. Before my brain filter could kick in, before I had time to truly think it though, I blurted, "Explorer." And then blushed. He blinked at me for a second in confusion and then a large smile broke across his face as he realised that I'd given him the word that was about to seal my fate. "'Explorer' it is." He said softly as he squeezed my hip lightly. He leant forward and kissed me softly, his mouth caressing my lips with his own. His tongue darted in and teased at mine, swirling around and eliciting a soft moan from me. He pulled back to stare at me with another soft smile and I savoured that moment like no other. Being a realist though I knew it wouldn't last long; and so I gulped down a swallow, as I watched his wonderful brown eyes change from that soft wondrous look to something that was a little more calculating, a little more intense, and I knew that I was back to being his little slut! His head dropped again and his hot tongue lapped against my skin and I felt his teeth lightly grate across my shoulder. He moaned softly as his hand returned to the hot, aching cleft between my thighs and he pressed his fingers deeper into my pussy once again. He thrust them deeply, in and out, sliding then slowly between my slick folds, rubbing me on the inside. I moaned. It felt so damn good, he really did know where all my buttons were. My hips rolled forward every time his fingers dug deeper and I ached for him to rub my throbbing clit. He drew his fingers out of me and I whined in protest, making him chuckle. "Patience." He told me again, and he dipped his fingers forward and answered my prayers as he rubbed my clit round and around. I groaned hard, my pelvis jerking against his fingertips, my juices flowing freely, wet and slick. He fingered me for a while; eliciting soft moans and hard groans of pleasure from me before his fingers slid away. They slid back along my pussy, dipping inside briefly and becoming saturated with my juices before I felt them trail further back and began stroking my tight rear hole, circling my tight, puckered opening. I gasped sharply. "You didn't think I'd forgotten did you?" He chided me teasingly. I moaned, "No Sir," as a finger pressed against my ass. Wet with my juices, his finger slipped inside me with ease and I groaned hard as I felt him push it all the way inside of me. "God that's going to be a tight fit!" He growled. He pulled his finger from me quickly, making me gasp as my pussy and clit spasmed at the sensation. He shifted away from me and I raised my head to see what he was doing. "Stay still," he ordered, and I put my head back down on the pillow. My ears strained and I heard him pulling open his bedside drawer. There was the rustle of clothes and then the drawer closed once more. He settled back beside me. He began kissing me again, his hand stroking along my body. He pushed my hips forward, rolling me onto my tummy, and I moaned as I felt him straddle my lower legs. "Spread those gorgeous cheeks for me, honey." He ordered, and though I was nervous as hell I quickly did his bidding, spreading my cheeks as wide as I could. I gasped loudly in shock as I felt something cold and wet hit my puckered starburst and then groaned as Mr P's fingers gently massaged it into me. He smeared the lube all around my tight opening, being sure to dip his fingers deep inside me to spread the lube around there too. I was whimpering in need by the time he'd finished, more than ready for my ass to get fucked. "Honey, I'm not going to play this down for you, this is going to hurt." He told me. He began rubbing the tip of his hard, thick cock back and forth over my asshole as he leaned over me. "But the pain will pass and you'll end up loving it, I think." He said it knowing that I enjoyed the pain. "If it gets to be too much for you though, tell me and I will stop." He added not needing to tell me that I should use my safe word with him. "Yes Sir." I replied, my voice muffled by the pillow, the cold pack still atop my head. If I wasn't so damned horny at that stage, I would have laughed outright at my predicament. As it was, I turned my face into the pillow more fully to hide the smile that broke across my lips. I could just imagine how I looked, lying there as I was, and the thought made me giggle a little. Nervousness did strange things to people and I was no exception. Focusing on the absurdity of my situation, I couldn't help but smile. I was injured, all my own fault, I had an ice pack stuck to the top of my head, I was naked and eagerly spreading my ass cheeks, waiting to be fucked. Another giggle erupted. "Are you all right?" Mr P asked me, a hint of annoyance in his tone. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to sober myself. "Yes Sir," I said through clenched teeth, though the smile kept trying to reassert itself. Mr P had been slowly rubbing his cock back and forth over my asshole. Now, though, he must have thought that I was ready enough. "Time to pop that cherry, slut," he said, and I heard the hard grin in his voice. He began pressing the tip of his hard cock against my tight back door, and my giggles turned to gasps as I felt the pain blossom. I buried my face in the pillow, opening my mouth to bite down on the soft cushion; a squeal ripping from my throat as just the tip of Mr P's fat cock worked its way inside my virgin ass. It's too big, it isn't going to fit, it's going to split me in half! My thoughts screamed in my head as I lay there just allowing him to do as he was. I didn't utter a word, only high-pitched moans of pain, as the pressure built and built, as the pain grew and grew. I don't think he even had half an inch inside my ass and already I was close to telling him to stop. I gritted my teeth and kept my mouth shut. There was no way in the world I was going to ask him to stop so soon. Not because I thought he'd be disappointed in me, well not really, but because I knew I would be disappointed in myself. I wanted this! I had craved this ever since Mr P had told me this is what he was going to do to me. And I wasn't going to wimp out now just because of a little pain... excruciating pain, true... but I liked pain, this was just a little different to what I was used to, and I could get used to it, I told myself. My breath heaved in and out of my chest, my gasps muffled by the pillow, my little screams of pain letting Mr P know just how much it hurt. But I never once told him to stop as I felt every single millimetre of his cock slowly sliding inside my virgin asshole. Finally, I heard Mr P grunt as he gave a little thrust of his hips and his big cockhead popped past my tight barrier and seated itself snugly inside my butt. I let out a big sigh of relief, thinking that the worst was over as Mr P stopped still and let me adjust. He was being gentle with me, knowing how thick his cock was; he was taking his time so I didn't tear. I felt his body shudder over the top of me and heard his laboured breathing. "Fuck, that's tight," he groaned as his fingers dug into the mattress beside my shoulder. I shivered beneath him; my body laid out full length on my stomach. Mr P held himself over me on his hands, his thighs alongside my own. Slowly he dropped down onto his left elbow before stroking his right hand down over my back and across my hip. He tucked his hand under me, his fingers searching for my instant love button and then twiddled it with expert precision. I gasped and moaned, trying to grind my pussy down harder on his fingers, but every time I did, I felt his cock moving infinitesimally inside me even though he held himself motionless. All my grinding was doing his job for him. He moaned softly above me and I felt his lips and teeth press lightly against my right shoulder. I groaned hard, again trying to mash my clit against his fingers, rotating my hips in small circles. The pain had dissipated, pleasure rushing in to take its place. I sank my nails into his sheets, my hands like claws, as I struggled for breath. It all felt so incredibly good, I totally forgot that Mr P's cock was seven inches long, and so far he'd be lucky if he had an inch inside my ass. It was then that the world of pain and pleasure really opened up to me. Mr P's fingers slid a little lower, stroking back and forth across my inner lips before drawing back to circle my clit, playing me like an expert musician strummed a guitar. Each time he would shift his fingers back, I would grind my pussy down onto them, as he diddled my clit, and then as I drew my hips back he would push his down a bit further. I gasped loudly the first time he did that, crying out at the shock of pain that lanced through my ass and shot straight into my clit. My head jerked up all by itself and the cold pack fell off, coming to rest against my left shoulder. I reached up awkwardly and grabbed it, throwing it away from me. I nearly buckled, nearly gave in and asked him to stop, but his damn fingers just wouldn't quit. I found myself unable to stop my hips from grinding forward, and each time they drew back, Mr P would thrust his hips forward just a little more. I panted and groaned and gasped in pain, but my hips kept moving of their own volition. I was being filled up slowly, centimetre by centimetre, and it felt painfully glorious. I soon felt his lightly haired balls come to rest against the lower curve of my buttocks and knew that he was almost all the way inside me. I ached with a vengeance, pain shooting off through my body in little waves of sensation. My breath was heavy and laboured, my body quivering, and still Mr P kept entering me. Finally I felt his pelvis press against my butt cheeks and sighed in relief as he remained still, letting me adjust. His fingers, trapped between the mattress and my body, kept up their merry dance, circling my clit, around and round, stroking along my slick lips back and forth, as he whispered in my ear. "Oh God, Erika, your ass is so tight!" I shuddered once more and then screamed into the pillow as he drew back his full length and drove himself back into my tight rear hole slowly. My body convulsed as pain lanced through my body, follow a split second later by pleasure. I moaned hard as his fingers kept working me. He pulled back and drove forward again and then again, his speed and pressure slowly increasing with each thrust, and all I could do was sink my fingers into his mattress and scream through my clenched jaw. Again and again he reared back and drove forward; again and again I screamed in pain and pleasure. I felt his chest press against my back as he brought his mouth close to my ear. "Do you want me to stop, my little slut?" He asked; his tone implying he already knew what my answer would be. His fingers driving me mad as they swirled around my clit. "Is it too painful for you to bear? Just say the word and I'll pull out..." "NO!!" I growled viciously through my teeth, my head rising up off the pillow. "Are you sure, my little slut? Are you sure you can take it?" He tormented me, thrusting into me harder, deeper. My Best Friends Father Ch. 05 "YES!" I screamed as the last thrust fairly threatened to tear me in two. "YES!!" "I don't know, you sound as though it's hurting you too much, maybe I should just stop..." He said, his voice sounding mean, like he would stop just for the sake of stopping, even though I wanted this to go on. "No!" I growled again my fingers like claws in the mattress. "No what?" Mr P growled angrily in my ear. "No Sir!" I cried out, pain and pleasure intermingling so intensely that I was fighting to form words. "Don't stop, please." He growled in my ear. "On your knees, slut!" He pulled his hand from beneath me and dug his fingers into my hip, dragging me back and up onto my knees. Both his hands slid up along either side of my spine, coming around to grab my breasts, mashing them in his palms, pulling at my nipples as he thrust his hips forward over and over again. My eyes rolled up into my head as an almost constant stream of squeals issued from my dry throat in raspy tones. "Finger that clit." Mr P ordered me, as his hands dropped back to grip my hips, and immediately my hand was between my thighs. I fell forward onto my chest, my ass still high in the air, as my centre of balance was thrown off from using my hand to pleasure my pussy. My neck was pressed into the pillow at an awkward angle and my full breasts swung back and forth, my nipples rubbing against the smooth, silky satin of Mr P's bed sheets. The stimulation was incredible. I couldn't believe how wet my pussy was; I was saturated and practically dripping. I worked my fingers hard over my hypersensitive bud, sliding my digits up and down along my slit. I was so hot and horny I drove two fingers deep inside my spasming cunt and felt the length of Mr P"s shaft as he drove himself into me repeatedly, rubbing along the thin membrane that separated the vaginal and anal passages. I pressed my fingers up against his sliding cock and heard him grunt. "Oh fuck, honey! You keep doing that and I'm gonna blow inside your ass." "Yes!" I screamed as I pushed myself back to meet his forward thrusts, forcing his cock into me harder, deeper. I kept pumping my fingers in and out of my sopping wet hole, being sure to apply pressure to the underside of Mr P's engorged cock. Bringing my other hand up, I worked my clit with a vengeance, rubbing it round and round, faster and faster, until I felt my insides beginning to tighten. "Oh Mr P, I'm going to cum, please cum in my ass, fill me up, fuck me harder!" I told him and begged him at the same time. "Please Sir, please!" I cried, ramming my ass back against him again and again. "Fuck yeah." Mr P groaned hard as his thrusts grew faster. "Your ass was made for my cock! That's it baby, take it, take it all." "Yes, Yes!" I moaned. "Fucking dirty little slut." Mr P growled at me as he brought his hand up and slapped me hard on the butt cheek, making me jump. "Whose slut are you? Whose!?" "Yours Sir, yours." I sobbed, tears springing to my eyes as the pain and pleasure became something more; as it morphed into emotion and I felt myself giving into it. Surrendering to Mr P, as his hand struck my other ass cheek, stinging my skin and marking my flesh I felt that emotion burst in my chest as I told him; "Only yours!" With that emotional release I felt that tightening in my stomach. Pain arced along my spine and earthed itself where my nipples met the satin sheets, sending electricity sparking along my chest and down my stomach to ignite a veritable fire in my clit. My whole body convulsed hard, as an orgasm unlike anything I had ever experienced before shattered through me. I think I screamed out in painful ecstasy, as my limbs locked tight in their joints and my pussy and ass cheeks clenched down hard on my fingers and Mr P's engorged cock. My cum shot out of me, hot, sticky and wet, coating my fingers and hand, my thighs, and Mr P's balls. "Oh Fuck!" Mr P grunted as my ass constricted his shaft. "Yes, cum for me, slut." He said through clenched teeth as he grabbed my hips harder and savagely thrust himself forward. It didn't take him long. "Fuck yeah, here I cum honey, I'm going to cum in my little slut's ass just like she begged me to." He told me. He gave a few more strokes and his spine arched rigidly as he threw his head back and yelled, "Oh Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" He buried his cock in me as deep as it would go and I felt his engorged rod throb inside my ass, growing even thicker between my cheeks as his balls tightened and he pumped my tight virgin asshole full of his spunk. Hot, milky ropes of goo shot into me, burning me, filling me up. Darkness threatened on the edges of my vision, but I fought it back, determined to remain conscious. I will not pass out now, I told myself, I will not. Breath rushed from my lungs as my body continued to convulse. The dull throb at the base of my spine grew into a spasming ache as my limbs began to receive blood again. I shuddered, my breath heaving, my head spinning as my limbs twitched. It took a long moment for everything to settle but after a while, Mr P gently extracted himself from my body, his breath as ragged as my own, and helped me lay down properly. My body instinctively curled itself into a ball as it shook and spasmed over and over again. It was like my body had gone into shock. Tears still clung to my lashes as Mr P stroked the hair back from my brow. "Shit, Erika, are you okay?" Mr P asked; deep concern in his voice as his fingers pressed against my brow. I tried to answer him but my body ticked so much I couldn't unclench my jaw. I shivered hard as my shoulders shook and my thighs kept twitching. My breath rasped out of me in shuddering gasps. "Christ, I should have stopped sooner. It was too much for you to take so soon." He growled at himself, as he continued to stroke my hair. "Why didn't you say something, honey? Why didn't you tell me to stop?" He asked me gently. I could hear the self-recrimination in his voice. Pain and pleasure still trembled through my body, the aftermath of my unimaginable orgasm clearly evident by my reaction. Blood pulsed thickly through my veins, carrying ecstasy to every single nerve ending I possessed. I was so high I found it hard to come back to Earth, but I knew I had too, if for no other reason than to reassure Mr P that I was okay. I managed to shake my head a little. "No," I softly whispered. "No, I... I'm okay." My frame shuddered again. "I... I've never... had an orgasm... like that be... before." I brokenly told him between small gasps. "I just... need a moment... a little time... to... to settle down." I heard Mr P's heavy sigh of relief and felt his body sag beside me. He leant over my shoulder and lightly caressed his lips against my temple. "God, baby, I thought I'd really hurt you!" He whispered. I managed a weak smile and giggle. "You did," I said faintly. "But only... because I... let you." Mr P's lips pressed against my brow yet again and my eyes fluttered. "Still," he said quietly into my ear, "next time I'll take it a little easier. I don't think my heart could withstand another one of your reactions like this. Jesus, girl, you scared me." "Sorry," I told him. "I didn't know... that I would react like this." My breathing was beginning to settle and so was my body. I began to shiver; the sweat, chill on my skin. My teeth began to chatter. "Mr P... I... I'm cold." Oh God my body really was going into shock! I thought. But it had been worth it. Mr P taking my anal cherry was something I would never ever regret! Becky's father shifted behind me, moving under the blankets. He carefully drew them up and over the two of us. He moved his body in close to my back, being careful not to jar me too much, and tenderly tucked the comforter close to my frame. I felt the pillow depress behind my head and knew that he was lying down with me, his warm breath on the back of my neck made me sigh. I was replete, satiated, completely fulfilled. The darkness was back, reasserting itself at the edges of my vision, and I knew this time I wouldn't be able to fight it off. "Mr P?" I queried drowsily. "Mmm?" He breathed behind me. "I think I'd like to pass out now." I heard his soft chuckle and felt his lips press against my shoulder blade. "You go right ahead, honey." He said. "I think you're entitled to." I managed to snuggle back against his chest and felt his arm settle comfortingly around my waist as the blackness of unconsciousness welled up and dragged me down into the abyss.