My Best Friend's Father

Chapter 2 Random S*x Partners

　　Brandi's POV

　　I walk out of the restaurant and make my way to the car. I check the time on my watch; a minute after twelve, I might as well visit grandma now.

　　The drive over to the old folks' home takes about an hour. I arrive and head to the door greeting the friendly receptionist I've come to know during my visits.

　　"Brandi, good to see you; Mrs. Willows will be so happy."

　　"Hey Abbey, sorry I haven't been here in a couple of weeks. Work has been busy."

　　"It's fine you're here now."

　　"How is she?"

　　"Doing great; she's even started knitting."

　　"Really? She used to knit when I was younger, so maybe she remembers." She smiles sheepishly at my hopeful face.

　　"Okay, I'll go take a look," I reply, a bit disappointed. She nods and waves.

　　I make my way door the hallway and take the elevator to her floor. I knock on it gently, but it doesn't make a difference. Grandma doesn't answer; she never does. She has Alzheimer's and doesn't remember who I am. Although she calls me by my mother/ her daughter in law name. I open the door slowly and enter the room, spotting her sitting before the television knitting.

　　"Grandma," I say with a smile approaching her.

　　"Grandma," I repeat, which makes her finally look at me. She eyes me for a moment and squints as if she is trying to recall, but after a couple of seconds, she gives up and returns her attention to knitting. I sigh; she's still the same. I always hope that she will return to her previous self one day, but I should accept it.

　　Grandma raised me when my parents passed in a house fire at 13; while I suffered a lot in that house, none of it was due to grandma, who tried her best. She started showing signs of Alzheimer's disease three years ago. My family decided they would rather stick her in a home than deal with her. Well, I'm no better than them since I'm too busy to take care of her.

　　"I'm sorry I haven't been visiting gran; I'll make sure to come out every week from now on." She doesn't respond to my words. I sigh and walk over to the window and open it. "How about we let some air in, grandma. Much better." I walk over to her, admiring her handy work. From the looks of it, she's making a scarf. I lean in closer.

　　"Can you show me?" I ask, taking it from her; she grabs it quickly.

　　"no!!l"

　　"Grandma, it's me."

　　"No," she screams, then returns to her work. I sigh and head back to the window. I stare out at the beautiful landscape for a couple of minutes when my phone suddenly buzzes, that familiar tone that makes me moist between my thighs. I shuffle quickly to grab my bag. My heart pounding with anticipation.

　　"Tomorrow at 11 pm

　　Klein hotel at the rim

　　Rules

　　No eyes

　　No talking

　　No names

　　Rsvp yes or no." I read the text from the anonymous number a single smile flashes on my face as I reply.

　　"Yes"

　　---

　　I'm sitting in a dark room, naked on a bed. Not a sliver of light can be seen.

　　This is what I agreed to: no sight, no sound, for one night of mind-blowing pleasure.

　　My heart beats rapidly as I wait for my partner. I'm getting used to "Blind s*x," the name of the new kink in the world. You put your name in the pool and get matched with the most compatible lover based on your interests.

　　I hope they got it right for me. I've been looking forward to this for weeks since receiving the invite. My center is soaking wet just thinking of the things that will be done to it tonight.

　　I bite my lips as I imagine a stranger f*****g me brutally hard; it almost makes me c*m. I wiggle my hips gently, trying to calm my pulsating vulva as the anticipation builds.

　　Suddenly, the sound of a door opening and then closing echoes through the room.

　　It's followed by the sound of his footsteps clipping the ground. It sends waves of moisture flooding my thigh; my core gets more excited the closer he gets.

　　The sound stops right before me.

　　*How does he know where the bed is? How often does he do this to navigate the dark so easily?*

　　Good. I'm not getting an amateur. A pro like him would be certain to milk my core for every last drop.

　　I grind my hips as his hand finds my thighs. He slowly makes his way up to my wet, hot core. He parts my lips and dips his finger in as a moan escapes my lips. One finger eases into me slowly, then starts pumping faster and faster.

　　Fuck yes, right there.

　　I moan softly as his lips capture my n****e, pulling hard and sucking as his fingers pump in and out of me. His lips move from one n****e to the other for a dual assault. I moan, unable to scream.

　　His mouth finds mine. He kisses me fervently, biting my lips and sucking on them while his finger still assaults my v****a.

　　Suddenly, he pulls his lips and finger away.

　　I'm left hot and achy, grinding my hips on the bed. I'm breathless; my vulva is throbbing. I want him to f**k me so badly. I would be begging right now if I was allowed to talk.

　　I'm almost at my limit, close to breaking the "no self-touch" rule, when he grabs my thighs and spreads my legs apart.

　　I feel his tongue hit my wet, hot core. Another moan escapes my lips as I grind my hips toward his mouth. He grabs my waist firmly, as if he's warning me not to move. I stop thrusting my hips as his tongue slips into my hot center.

　　His skills are truly top-notch. I want to c*m so f*****g bad while he teases and sucks my c**t. I'm aching with pleasure as he continues to suck.

　　Fuck, I'm about to cum...

　　But he stops. I'm panting. Why did he stop?

　　I want to protest, but I know I can't. I move my hands nimbly, hoping to relieve myself of my pent-up climax, but he snatches them. He wraps something around my wrists and ties them up. I struggle to get free, but I can't.

　　He pushes me gently in my chest to make me lie down, then I feel his body over me. He opens my legs and settles between them, placing the head right at my entrance.

　　I move my hips, hoping to cause friction, but again he holds them firmly in place. He slowly puts the tip in.

　　Fuck, he's huge.

　　I try to relax my muscles to take him all in. One stroke from his massive c**k is all it takes to send me over the edge.

　　I twist and tremble as a massive orgasm ripples through my body. I feel myself tightening around his c**k as it comes to a pulsating close.

　　But that was only the beginning.

　　He starts moving—slowly at first, then hard and fast. I twist with pleasure as my core soaks his shaft over and over.

　　He flips me over, puts me on all fours, and then enters me from behind. I gasp again. I'll never get used to this c**k; it's massive, and unlike some men, he knows exactly how to use it.

　　We f**k for hours in multiple positions, coming numerous times; when he's done with me, I'm ass up on the bed, I'm wrecked but delighted.