What's a girl to do when she finds her own man attractive? I don't mean just handsome, but an attraction so intense, so taboo that you shouldn't say out loud. I guess you could say it started when I would catch my man looking at me at various times of the day, when doing yoga, or wearing my school uniform that I secretly hemmed to be three inches above school code. There is a sort of tension that is dying to break free for a little while and neither of us had the nerve to make the first move, until one night one of us crossed the line. It all happened when I got caught making love to my boyfriend.
My boyfriend was throwing pebbles at my window. I rolled my eyes. Johnny and I have been dating for six months now, and we just started having sex, now the boy can't get enough of me. I opened my window for him and feigned annoyance, but he knows how I love the attention. It makes me wet to think of him sneaking out of his house, risking getting grounded forever, just to see me. I take off his pants and start to suck him, but this time something came out of my mouth that surprised me, "oh, Daddy," I called John. John was a little taken back, but curious, I went with it, I purred.. "can I call you daddy?" I have never felt this turned on in my entire life. I fucked him, and was I imagining that he was my Daddy? I'm still too embarrassed to confess the truth, but not in the moment, "cum inside of me Daddy," I demanded Johnny cum deep inside of me, I wanted to feel him explode inside of me, and I couldn't think of any consequence other than not being able to have the most incredible orgasm of our life. He came so hard for me. I then heard a thud from across the hall. "Get out," I told my boyfriend as I motioned towards the window, and the footsteps of my man's boots grew louder, closer, "no.. just get under the bed!" Johnny slid under the bed as I pulled up my pajama pants, his cum seeping out of my pussy, the smell of sex in the air, and Daddy swung the door open. "OH! Hey, Daddy," I tried to act innocent but he knew there was a boy in the house. He looked at the open window and assumed the boy was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief for him, but I was terrified because I knew the drill, I was to be punished.
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