Unhinged

SIX: FATHER’S BEST FRIEND

Theme: Best Friend’s Dad

Smith’s POV

“I know you want me Mr Smith. Just think about it, your daughter f****d my man, it’s only right I have my sweet little revenge”

Who would have thought, that one day I would have my teenage daughters best friend, on my lap, begging for my c**k.

I have always known Fiona right from the day she was born. Hell, her father and I were best friends before he passed.

We got married the same year, our wives took in the same year and then we got our girls who grew up to become best friends.

That was until my daughter, Bianca decided to sleep with Fiona’s boyfriend who she claimed had eyes for her first.

I tried talking Fiona out from leaking Bianca’s nudes which I had no idea how she had gotten them in the first place. And in return, she asked for what no one in their sane mind would offer.

For me to f**k her. Now that was the twist.

Fiona had the perfect body. Big t**s. Titties so large that I had imagined my c**k sandwiched between them countless times. Tiny waist that I was sure my arm could wrap around with ease. And the most palmable ass I had ever seen on a woman of her age.

She was an all rounder. A walking s*x dream come true. And I had made it a mission to have my way with her.

What I didn’t want expect was for it to be handed to me as quick as possible.

Now remember when I said it was only a snake man that would refuse the offer?

Guess what? I never claimed to be sane.

But of course, I wouldn’t toddle her the ways I dreamed of immediately.

“Fiona, I can’t do that to my daughter”

I slightly hissed as she traced the length of my neck with her tongue before slightly biting my ear. And as if that wasn’t enough, she somehow shifted the hood of her panties as she grazed her wet c**t over my erection. Her warm entrance calling for my c**k.

“But Mr Smith…”

She rubbed her boobs on my chest as the flimsy outfit slowly pulled off from her body. Which reminded me of the fact that she was wearing nothing but a bikini.

“We both know you want me. Imagine telling everyone that you finally had your way with me”

If I had the thought of holding back before (which I never did), her words would make me reconsider.

Ever since her father died, I had seen the lustful looks everyone in the neighborhood casted in her. And it didn’t help that she was the type who loved to showcase her assets.

She brought my two arms to her ass and squeezed them which earned a groan from me.

“f**k. When did you learn to be so bad?”

I squeezed her ass as I moved her slowly making sure her p***y grazed my c**k. The only thing separating us down there were my slacks which she quickly unzipped, thus releasing my c**k.

“Whoa Mr Smith, I never imagined you would b ethos thick. I can’t wait till you f**k me with your huge cock.”

She held onto my c**k as she used the tip to tease her entrance thereby mixing our two nectars together.

“My study. Now”

I didn’t let her even process my words as I lifted her onto my shoulders and marched off.

I quickly locked the door and threw her onto the couch there. I quickly pulled off her dress as my mouth latched onto her left n****e while I fumbled with her right boob. My other hand diving into her core.

“f**k Mr Smith…”

“Oliver. Call me Oliver”

“f**k me. Right there… Ughhh…”

“f*****g slut… Begging for an older man’s c**k huh?”

I let go of her boob as I tongue f****d her tight p***y. And f**k ne if I traded that for anything in this world.

And she was a f*****g squirter. Her juices kept on seeping out in lots as my tongue and fingers f****d her relentlessly.

“Mr Smi… Oliver… Fuckkkk…”

“That’s right. Call out my name”

I was used to her calling out my name in that innocent tone but this…

It stroked my ego knowing I was doing this to her. I was the cause of it.

I want… Fuckkk… I want to c*m…. Please…. Oliver pleaseee….”

“Not yet. I’m just getting started with you”

I stood up and pulled down my slacks, freeing my semi hard c**k entirely.

And with no hesitation, I pushed into her in one fell swoop.