f a l l e n.

You slip out of your pants and stand in front of the mirror, leaning against the sink with one hand while the other one works between your legs. And of course… you fantasize about none other than your best friend’s hot single dad.

You’ve had a crush on him for as long as you’ve known him, which is a very long time considering you grew up with your best friend. As ashamed as you are of it, the image of him having you face down ass up on his bed, praising you and telling you what a good influence you are on his daughter, slapping your ass while he fucks you, it’s all too good to make you stop.

You finally come with a choked moan, gripping the sink as your legs get weak. When you open your eyes to shamefully look at your flushed, breathless face… They drift to the pair of eyes behind you. Your best friend’s dad is leaning against the doorway with a smug twinkle im his eyes, as if he knew exactly who you were thinking about.

Fuck, when did he open the door? How did you not hear it? He shouldn’t even be home right now!

“Are you done, or do you need any help?” he asks, eyeing your bare ass in a way someone who is practically a father figure to you shouldn’t.

And you’re so high off of the previous orgasm, so embarrassed and yet so desperate to have the man you’ve wanted for so long touch you… you immediately say yes.

He’s taken aback at first, prepared to play it off as a joke. He shouldn’t have sex his daughter’s best friend, he shouldn’t even have stayed to watch you pleasure yourself!

But after a few awkward seconds in which you were almost sobering up, he finally moved forward. His hands quickly gripped your hips and he began kissing down your neck. “We shouldn’t do this…” he whispered as you felt his already hard cock, dripping with precum against your skin. “If she finds out…”

But all the reasons not to do this were quickly forgotten once he was finally inside you.

He tried to be gentle at first, but he’s been single for so long and you just felt so good that he quickly began thrusting into you with a vigour that made you see stars. He made you look at yourself during it, would grab your face when you tried to look away, to see what a slut you were for your own best friend’s father. “You should be ashamed of yourself. What a whore you’ve turned into… for the man who practically helped raise you.”

His words did something to you, making you quickly come around his cock. The feeling of you clenching and pulsing around him also brought him over the edge, and it felt so good he almost couldn’t pull out in time…

After you both were done, he tucked himseld in and helped you clean yourself up. The awkwardness then set in, and you both agreed to never do this again… To not even speak of it.

The first few times you found a freshly made cup of coffee on your kitchen counter you thought it was creepy. It was bad enough this man was following you around, breaking into your house and sending you pictures of yourself sleeping… Now he makes you coffee?

And though it’s embarrassing to admit, you grew to enjoy it. He knows exactly how you like it, how much sugar and creamer to put in it, and he even buys those expensive coffee beans to make sure his little victim gets the best quality of caffeine.

“So, do you want to fuck your older brother?”. You’re confused and taken aback as you remind him you’re an only child. “What about me? Can I be your big brother and you be my little sibling?”

He then starts teasing you about all the things he’s always wanted to do his cute little sibling. About how he’d love to sneak into your room while you’re sleeping, with mom and dad in the next room, how he’d love to sneak under the covers and take off your underwear, to rub lazy circles over you before he eats you out like a starved man. Until the feeling of his wet, warm mouth, and the sound of his needy moans at how fucking good you taste woke you up. He’d take such good care of his little sibling.