Filled By My Fiance's Father

Jack and I are easy together. We make sense: neighbors to friends to lovers, Jack and Benji, married by twenty-five. He's tall and lean, with soft blond hair and steady hands around my waist. In our younger days, he made me feel like one of the boys before I was one of the boys, even if he had to take a beating for me. He held me as I recovered from top surgery, fetched me water and yogurt and painkillers, and massaged healing ointments into my new scars. I'm sure we'll have a life of perfect contentment and normalcy if I can make it down the aisle without throwing myself on his father's cock.I've been enamored with Jack's father, Scott, for as long as Jack and I have been friends. They have nearly the same face, but Scott is sharper, harsher, colder. Where Jack is lean and athletic, Scott is stockier, burly, with thick arms and thighs and a thick stomach to match. His hair and beard are silvering. I can't count how many times I've stroked my clit imagining Scott's mustache tickling my folds as he tongue-fucks my cunt.I always thought Scott was handsome, but my fascination didn't start until I was sixteen. Jack and I had just started dating, and I was riding him in his bedroom. As I ground my hips into his, I saw Scott through the window, walking out towards the pool, a towel wrapped around his hips. My breath hitched when he dropped the towel and his cock sprang forth. Even from afar, I could tell Ankara bayan escort it was thick like him. I started rocking my hips faster. Jack moaned beneath me, calling my name, but I was intent upon his father's cock. Scott dove into the pool and emerged glistening with water. He turned towards the window, his large cock bobbing in the water. I came with startling clarity. I've never known if he saw me through the window that night.Jack and I are staying in Scott's home until after the wedding, to save some money for our new life together. It was Jack's idea. I wanted to say no, to save myself the temptation, but I couldn't come up with a legitimate reason not to. So here we are, all on the couch watching some spy thriller. I was cuddled against Jack with Scott on the other side of me, Scott's leg brushing my foot, my clit growing harder by the minute.About a third of the way through the movie, I felt Jack doze off behind me. I elbowed him in the ribs, which effectively woke him for maybe ten minutes before he drifted off again. Jack never was one for action movies. I felt him grumble awake again behind me. He gently nudged me off him."Babe, I think I need to go to bed," he said."Are you sure?" I asked. "You could sleep on the couch, you don't have to move.""No, I don't wanna get a cramp. Plus, I've got an early shift tomorrow, remember?" He stood up, Escort bayan Ankara kissing me on the head as he left. "Goodnight, Benji. Goodnight, dad."Scott grunted in Jack's direction. Jack trundled upstairs to our bedroom. The door shut. We were alone.The movie droned on, as did the throbbing of my clit. Not touching it was unbearable, painful even. I pulled a throw blanket down from on top of the couch to cover myself, propping my legs up to tent the fabric. Moving slowly so as not to draw attention to my illicit activity, I inched my hand down to massage my clit through my jeans. It was rough and imprecise and oh so good. I bucked my hips into my fingers, rocking my clit against the tight fit of my jeans. But my needy cunt demanded more. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped my hands inside my soaked-through briefs. I swiped some juices from my pussy and massaged them into my clit, lubing it as I stroked myself towards the cliff's edge.In one swift movement, Scott pulled the blanket off my legs. The shock of his eyes on me sent me over the edge, and I came with a gasp."I thought I smelled a slut under there," he said, his deep voice making my aching pussy quiver."I'm so sorry, please forget you saw anything," I said, scrambling to zip up my pants. Scott caught my wrist with his hand."Wait a moment, I haven't even gotten a look. Let Daddy see." He tugged at Bayan escort Ankara the waistband of my pants and briefs, and I lifted my hips to help him as he pulled them off and tossed them behind him, exposing my wet pussy to the cool night air. My clit stood a full inch erect. Scott laid a hand on each of my thighs, cranking my legs wide and holding them there."Hmm. You look like you need a good hard pounding, is that right?" he said.I nodded."Isn't my son enough for you, you filthy little slut?"I shook my head. "He's too good for me." Jack was a tender and delicate lover and refused to fuck me rough and mean like I truly wanted."Well, if you want me to fuck you, you better get my cock ready. Come suck me."I got on my hands and knees and crawled towards his lap."No, not there," he said, pushing me off the couch. "Cheating sluts belong on the floor."I crawled to Scott and kneeled between his legs. Looking up into his hungry eyes, I peeled off my shirt and toyed with my nipples, dragging my fingers along my scars. Scott licked his lips. I liked being entirely nude and vulnerable while he remained clothed. If Jack came back downstairs, there'd be no cover-up, no explanation. He'd see me like the dirty cheating whore who seduced his father.I brushed my fingers along the bulging curve of Scott's cock before undoing his pants. His cock was eager to be unleashed, half-hard and already half the length of my forearm. I suckled his balls, heavy and full of cum, as I stroked his shaft harder. I then licked his shaft, tracing the veins of his cock with my tongue, coating him in saliva. Scott moaned, and I slipped one hand down to play with my clit. I'd always loved giving blowjobs and got off on pleasuring others.