My bestfriends dad

I always thought my best friend's dad was hot. He's in his late 40's and in shape and his hair is greying at the temples, which I think is sexy and he's divorced. Last winter I went over to spend the night, but Lindsay was running late getting home from her boyfriend's house and as the weather got worse, she ended up getting snowed in. So did I. I was 18, but still lived at home. So after a couple of attempts at getting my car unstuck, I called home and let them know I was staying put. 

Greg was very nice and did everything he could to make me comfortable. I was without anything to change into, but had just gotten off work before coming over, so I decided to sleep in my slip and my panties. Maybe I was kind of being a tease. There was always a bit of unspoken sexual tension between Greg and I, and I did my share of flirting, so I guess my choice of sleeping attire was in keeping with this history. I put my hair up into pigtails and stripped down to my pink satin and white lace trim slip, and pink panties and went to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. I was sure to enlist Greg in helping me find everything and laid on the charm extra thick. I laughed to myself every time he tripped over his words or looked to be sweating. Poor guy! 

I sat up for a bit talking on the phone and watching tv and I heard Greg go to bed. I debated over what to do for about 20 minutes but eventually decided to just go for it! I went slinking up the stairs and down the hall into his room, where he lay watching his tv. I just smiled at him and climbed into bed with him. He asked if I couldn't sleep or was lonely and I said I just didn't wanna be alone. He slid me the remote and made some joke about me having better luck finding something to watch than him. I, of course, settled on some Skinamax movie and put the remote on his night stand. He just didn't know what to think. Some young girl in her underwear in his bed watching softcore porn with him? He kept his composure pretty well as I snuggled up next to him. I'm not sure how long it took me to work my hand, undetected, under his covers, but if I had to guess I'd say it took me ten minutes. 

My hand found it's mark and began, ever so gently, so massage his hard naked dick. His eyes became saucers and he started muttering "what are you". I just shhed him and smiled. I leaned in and kissed him softy at first. And as I felt his reserve melt away I pushed my tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeply. I took one of his hands and placed in on my tit and held it there until I could feel him start to caress me. The other hand found it's way to my other breast without my help. I could feel myself getting wetter with each passing moment. I pushed away his blankets and climbed on top of him, pushing my wet panties into his stiff cock and my 36C tits into his big soft hands. I sucked at his tongue as if I were giving it a blow job and continued to grind him for about 5 more minutes, until I could feel little explosions in my inner thighs and I could clearly see stars. I had wanted Greg for so long that just grinding him gave me such an orgasm that my legs felt like they were made of jello. 

I slid part way down his body and took my straps down from my shoulders. I pushed Greg's prick between my tits and squeezed them together tight. His eyes almost rolled back in his head when I started moving up and down, fucking him with my tits. I bent my head forward and sucked at his head while I titty fucked him. This was the first time I had ever done this for a guy. Being with this older man brought out something wonderfully slutty in me. I wanted to be his whore. He lay there, prone. Not sure what to do. I guided his hands to my pigtails and clenched his hands around them and gave him a little wink. I was intent on giving him the best blow job of his life, so I pulled him out from between my tits and sucked him like I had seen those wonderful ladies in porno movies do so many times before. Greg continued to moan and give me the vanilla "that's it baby" talk that so many guys think we want. So I decided to teach him what I liked. In between tongue baths for his pecker I would look at him and say things like "mmm, I love sucking your fucking cock", "fuck my fucking face", "push it down my throat, make me gag" and "make me your slut". 

I brought out something primal in him that night. Greg grabbed me by the hair and held me down there, bucking his hips and telling me "take that dick in your throat you dirty bitch" and "that's right, gag all you want but you're gonna take the whole thing" and, at one point, made reference to me as his "little cum dumpster". Now we're talking! Greg scooped me up and slammed me on the bed, on my back. He grabbed me by the ankles and placed them on his shoulders. He hooked his finger under my panties and tugged them to one side, rubbed his dick on my pussy until he found the sweet spot and like a flash he was buried up to his balls inside of me. I didn't think a man in his 40's could still move like that, but he fucked my pussy like a man possessed. His hips were moving 75 miles a minute and to this day I haven't been fucked like that by another guy. I had 2 more orgasms before he was through. He rolled me onto my belly and started fucking me doggy style. His hands were wrapped around my hips so tight that I couldn't have moved if I wanted to. While he fucked me from behind, he slid his finger up my ass and finger fucked me and I lost it. I started really moaning, screaming, and have no memory of what I said to him, but I know it was beyond dirty. Greg worked a few more fingers up my ass and spit on it as lube. 

After a few minutes of double penetration Greg pulled out of my pussy and started working his cock up my ass. Guys, I won't lie. At first, this hurt like hell. But after a couple of minutes I began to understand the attraction to butt fucking. Greg drilled my ass harder than he had been fucking my pussy. He spanked me and demanded to know who's ass that was. Every time I said it was his, he responded by saying "that's right bitch". I was in love! He continued this wonderful assault on my asshole for another 10 minutes before pulling out and pulling my head back to him by my hair. He told me to "hold still" and "look at him" while he jacked off and watched me. He huffed and puffed and proceed to pepper my face with hot sperm and a string of obscenities. He dumped a majority into my mouth and the rest on my forehead and in one of my eyes. Oops! I spit his cum out onto my tits and then licked it back off, swallowing it for him. Greg and I still hook up every chance we get. Lindsay still doesn't know, which I'm just fine with. Sometimes when I sleep over and Lindsay is home, we sneak off to the garage or into the basement. But I look forward to the days we can be alone. They make the wait worth it.