Caught Masturbating, Fucked by Dad’s Best Friend

In the quiet of my room, I thought I was alone, lost in my own world of desire. I had my phone in hand, the camera rolling, capturing my most intimate moments. My fingers danced over my pussy, spreading my lips, rubbing my clit, a soft moan escaping my lips as I brought myself closer to the edge. I was lost in my own XXX fantasy, my body aching for release. But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

The creak of the door hinge snapped me back to reality, my eyes widening as I saw my dad’s best friend, Mike, standing in the doorway. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. I was frozen, my hand still buried in my panties, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I quickly hit stop on the video, my heart pounding in my chest. Mike, usually so stoic and reserved, looked just as shocked as I felt. But then, I noticed something else. The bulge in his jeans, the way he shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide it.

I couldn’t believe it – he was hard. And that’s when an idea, scandalous and thrilling, popped into my head. I was already wet, my pussy throbbing from my solo session. And Mike, with his rugged good looks and that cute little dimple when he smiled, had always caught my eye. So, I made a decision. I took a deep breath, a wicked grin spreading across my face, and said, “Mike, you’re just in time for the main event.” His eyes widened, but he didn’t move, didn’t speak. So, I took that as my cue. I stood up, my body swaying slightly, and walked towards him. I could see the struggle in his eyes, the internal battle raging.

But I also saw the desire, the hunger, and that spurred me on. I reached out, my hand wrapping around his cock through his jeans. I could feel it pulse at my touch, and I knew I had him. I leaned in, my breath hot on his ear, and whispered, “I want you to fuck me, Mike. I want you to make me scream.” And with that, the dam broke. Mike’s hands were on me, rough and hungry, pulling me close, his mouth crashing down on mine. We stumbled to the bed, our clothes falling away, our bodies pressed together, a tangle of limbs and desire.

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I took his cock in my hand, stroking it, feeling it grow harder, longer. I leaned down, my tongue flicking out to taste the precum beading at the tip. I moaned, the taste of him sending a jolt of electricity through me. I took him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his thickness, my tongue swirling around his shaft. I sucked him hard, my head bobbing up and down, my hand working in tandem with my mouth. I could feel him hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, my eyes watering, but I didn’t stop. I wanted him to fuck my mouth, to use me, to make me his. And he did.

His hands fisted in my hair, guiding me, fucking my mouth like he owned it. I could feel him getting close, his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. But he pulled back, his cock slipping from my mouth with a pop. “Not like this,” he growled, his voice husky with desire. “I want to feel your pussy, baby. I want to fuck you until you scream.” I moaned, my pussy clenching at his words. I lay back, spreading my legs, inviting him in. He moved between my thighs, his cock pressing against my entrance. I was so wet, so ready, that he slid in easily, filling me completely. He started to fuck me, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I could feel every inch of him, my body stretching to accommodate him. I moaned, my hips meeting his thrusts, my body arching off the bed.

Mike leaned down, his mouth capturing mine, his tongue exploring my mouth as his cock explored my pussy. I could taste myself on him, the sweet and salty flavor of my desire. It only served to turn me on more, to make me want him even harder. He broke the kiss, his mouth moving to my neck, my breasts, his teeth nipping at my skin. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, my heels digging into his ass. “Fuck me, Mike,” I moaned, my voice barely recognizable. “Fuck me hard. Make me come.” And he did.

He fucked me harder, his cock slamming into me, his body slapping against mine. I could feel my pussy juice dripping down, coating his balls, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the room. And then, I was there. My body tensed, my back arching, my pussy clenching around him as I came. I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. Mike wasn’t far behind. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he came. I could feel his hot cum filling me, dripping out, mixing with my own juices.

We collapsed, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged. Mike rolled off me, his arm wrapping around me, pulling me close. I snuggled into him, my body still tingling from our encounter. But as we lay there, the reality of what we’d done started to sink in. I looked up at Mike, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. “You know,” I said, my voice soft, “my dad’s going out of town again next weekend.” Mike looked down at me, his eyes filled with a hunger I knew would never be satisfied. And in that moment, I knew – this was just the beginning of our XXX adventure.

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