I Fucked My Best Friend's Dad and I Would Do It Again

I have had a best friends dad fantasy for as long as I can remember. There is something about a man who is older, confident, and completely off limits that makes my whole body ache in the best way.

Last summer it stopped being a fantasy.

A Sleepover Gone Wrong In the Best Way

My best friend Chloe and I were having one of our usual sleepovers. Cheap wine, trashy reality TV, talking until our jaws hurt. Around midnight she passed out cold, face down on her bed, softly snoring. I was wide awake and restless, so I slipped downstairs for water.

Her dad was in the kitchen. Just a t shirt and sweatpants, barefoot, pouring a glass of whiskey. He looked up and smiled at me, and my stomach did a slow flip.

"Can't sleep?" he asked.

"Too much on my mind," I said, which was honest, because all I could think about was how good he looked right then.

We talked in low voices so we would not wake Chloe. He asked about my life and actually listened, eyes locked on mine. Then he stood close enough that I could smell his cologne, warm and woodsy, and my nipples went rock hard under my thin tank top. I was not wearing a bra. He noticed. I know he noticed, because his gaze dropped for one hungry second.

"I should get back upstairs," I whispered. I did not move.

"Probably," he said. And then his hand was on my waist, hot through the thin fabric.

On the Kitchen Counter

What happened next is still the hottest thing I have ever done. He lifted me onto the cold kitchen counter and spread my thighs wide. His mouth found my neck, then my chest, tugging my tank top down until my tits spilled out. I was already dripping. When he pushed my little sleep shorts aside and slid two thick fingers deep inside my pussy, I had to bite my own fist to stay quiet.

"Jesus, you are soaked," he groaned against my ear. "Does Chloe know what a filthy little thing her best friend is?"

I shook my head, whimpering, as he freed his cock. Thick, hard, leaking at the tip. He lined himself up with my aching pussy and pushed inside me in one slow, deep thrust, and I swear I saw stars. He fucked me right there on that counter, one big hand clamped over my mouth to keep me quiet, the other gripping my hip hard enough to leave fingerprints.

Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside me. I came first, shaking and muffled against his palm, my pussy clenching around him. That pushed him over the edge. He pulled out at the last second and came all over my stomach in hot stripes, breathing like he had run a marathon.

We just stared at each other after, both of us knowing we had crossed a line we could never uncross.

Worth Every Second

Chloe never found out. And if I am being honest, I would do it again in a heartbeat. There is nothing like being wanted by a man who knows he should not want you.

Has a best friends dad fantasy ever lived in your head rent free? Call me and confess it. I want every filthy detail, and I promise I will not judge. I might even tell you what I would do if it were you and me.