Happy DILF Day

daughter university, I've always looked forward to seeing you. You're not different from other men than older men. I mean, not that you're that old or anything, but well I'm not. And you're aging so fucking gracefully it's almost unfair. Nice hair, no big belly, well, no flat belly either, But I don't mind that You're so handsome, and you have this perpetual five o'clock shadow going on that makes you look rugged and sexy. But looks are not the most important thing.

I think you're sweet. I guess is the word maybe kinda? I don't know, I know, I just feel safe with you. Other men look at me, and well, let's say, their minds wonder I've got more than my fair share of them. Just plane staring at me, giving me a creepy smile as I noticed them, or worse, a wink. It gives me the creeps. But you don't do that. I've never caught you staring. When we talk. You look at me. You are friendly, you are respectful. I guess I hate

that about you. Of all the men looking me over like they want to fuck me, the one I would let fuck me so fucking polite is doing the right thing. I want to feel your hands on me. I want you to press myself against you. I want to feel your stubbly chin graze my thighs. I want to feel your mouth on me everywhere, anywhere. And you're not seeing me like I want you to see me. You don't see the sexual creature dying to be fucked by you, desire for seeping out of her every pore, her pussy

wet when she wrings your doorbell. So I was brave today. I knew exactly when your daughter would be gone for a while, so I came over to see you, No, to seduce you. I get my wardrobe simple, a T shirt and a short skirt. That's it. The skirt is long enough to be kind and decent, but short enough to be dangerous to bend over in, especially with my panties missing. When I was waiting for you to open the door, my heart was pounding in my chest. What if I cannot get you to see things my way?

What if this messes up my friendship with her? Fuck? What if I'm no longer to come over here? Then right then you opened the door and smiled at me. My worries were gone, My mission had started. You explained that your daughter wasn't home. I lied. I said that she told me to wait for her here, that I was early, but in the neighborhood. You believe me, of course you would, and I briefly felt bad about abusing

your trust in me. You invited me in into your house where it would be just you and me alone, and you told me to get myself a drink. I'm here so often that I know my way around. You went to get your glass from the living room. It was on the serving tray that it's on an upholstered coffee table thing automan automan, I don't know, like a couch bench shape. We sit on it when we're gaming.

The timing was important, but I had it all bland. Always, when you go get your glass there, you look up at the kitchen like that's where you want it to go next. This time, when you looked up, you would see me. I'm back to you, grabbing a soda bottle from the bottom shelf and the refrigerator. I heard your movement stop. I made a fuss of putting one bottle back and choosing another drink, knowing full well my pussy was on display for you. But you could not say

anything about it. Right. How do you tell your daughter's friend that our pussy a show? You don't? You just stare and stare. You did as I peeped past my legs and the hem of my skirt. I saw you, but I did not tell you. I just chose another bottle. I poured myself a drink, and you slowly made your way over. You look confused about what you were feeling

about what you'd seen. I almost felt sorry for you, but then I spottled the reason you were walking slower than usual, A bulge in your pants that could not help but smile. It was working. This was going to work. While I sip my drink, you grabbed some water. You're back facing me for my next step. I hoped you returned to your armchair, crossed from the mottomn thing, and

of course you did. You're a creature habit. You seemed happy to be able to sit down, crossing your legs to hide the last reminute of your erection, perfect exactly where I wanted you. I put my glass down and walked over to you. I put the little serving tray on the floor and plunked myself directly opposite of you on the ottoman, making sure my skirt would rise up my legs, and it did. I may have helped it

a little bit. You were trying very hard not to look down my body when you were casually asked how I was doing, Still being polite, still doing the right thing, even though my invitation was clear, I thought, so I needed to be clear. I bit my lip and slowly lowered my eyes to look between my legs as I

spread them open wider and wider. Your eyes could not help but follow my gaze, and that is where we are now, you not being able to take your eyes off my pussy anymore, and me reveling in my s sus But I do hope to get to take another step at another A quick look up shows that you're appreciating the view. Your mouth hangs open, your shoulders dropped. Before you regain your composure, I lightly trail my fingers over my thighs from my knees towards my exposed pussy.

I know that I need to get you to touch me soon, or you may come to your senses and think this all may be wrong. It's not. I want this. I hope it's clear to you now. I want you to touch me, but my own hands betray me. I cannot help myself as one of them is already moving a finger up and down my wets lit I lean back on the other hand for support. As my fingers

reach my clip, A shivering sigh escapes my lips. I have to close my eyes to enjoy the sensation of doing this right in front of you, showing myself, exposing my desire for you. As I open my eyes, you have your hand on your mouth. Oh no, not in shock, I hope, but no, it's just a nervous gesture. As you are now looking into my eyes. I bite my lip again and give you a slow nod. This is for you, I say, as two fingers spread my open wetness. You lick your lips and seem to be looking for words.

Are you going to protest? Are you going to protect me from my own actions? Are you going to kick me out? You say, go on, just two words, as you lean back into your chair, not to relax, but ready to see the show. Those two words are like a start signal for my fingers as I bring one inside with me. Deep sigh. Fuck you want me, you fucking want me. You want me to show myself to you. You want to see me, see me like the horny

girl I am. You want this. I can hardly restrain myself as I feel the palm of my hand rubbing my clit each time I move a finger inside me. You and cross your legs. Oh yeah, that bulge is back, and you can't help but to adjust yourself through your pants. Fuck. I want to see it, so desperately want to see it that I'm jerking my hand harder and harder up against my clit. I pull up my knees, which makes my skirt drop around my waist. But that's just too much balancing, so I lay down on my back, feet

up in the air. I've never felt more exposed than right now. My other hand is kneading my breast through my shirt and I just have to close my eyes. Look at me, Look at me, See me finger fucking myself for you right in front of you. See me pleasuring myself, not holding back but being ferocious and heat. I lift my head and look at you. Your hand is inside your pants now. I think you don't want to assume how far this will go, so you restrain yourself. Will I just tease you like this? Will I let

you lick me? Maybe? Will I blow you or let you fuck me? Well, if you want all the above, But you don't know that yet, You beautiful man. You take it out, show me your dick. Your movement stops like you haven't even considered this scenario. But I'm sure that you have already fucked me mentally the very position I'm in at this very moment. Please I want to see it. I plead. Like another switch, your mind decides to just give in. You unbuckle your pants and take

out your hard dick. An unsteady, shivering sigh escapes me. Uck that looks delicious. I immediately imagine it between my legs instead of my fingers, and a jolt of ecstasy goes through me. Oh fuck. I throw my head back and intensify my finger, imagining you inside me, fucking me. Fuck that would feel so good. Wait, that will feel so good. I'm gonna make sure I get to feel you inside me with a bolt. I sit upright, catching you stroking yourself. I smile my sluttiest little smile at you.

You try to smile back, but you are still unsure. I need a jump start you for real before my friend comes home. I've gotten you this far. Now I want to go all the way. I take off my shirt, my boobs exposed to the air, pointing them nipples at you. I give them a playful twink. Then I dropped to my knees. Unexpected, it seems as you stop midstroke. My hands slowly cross your legs as I alternate my gaze from your eyes to your deck and back again. I start to lean in with a quick exhale. You let

go of your cock. I stop, look you in the eye one last time and put a single wet kiss on the shaft of your cock. I'm opening my mouth so my tongue reaches the bottom of your shaft, after which I lick my way all away to the top. You're shaking, your hands, digging into the arm of the rest of your chair as my mouth engulfs the head. Now it's your turn to moan. I suck on it and let it escape my lips with a loud oh fuck you whisper. Oh yes we will, I say, as

I take you in again. Another switch must have triggered because your hips are moving now, pushing yourself further into my mouth. Fuck. Yes, that's it, the point of no return. I've got you. Now you will fuck me. Your cock will taste my pussy. I'm not great at deep throat, but I make up for it by being sloppy and using my tongue. You certainly seem to enjoy yourself more and more. I've got one hand at the base of your cock, making sure I can please it, while my

other hand is between my legs. Again, I can't help myself. I'm sower up that two fingers slide in with ease. Your hands have left them on the arm rest as they are holding my head. Now. Luckily I can keep you from going too deep, but I'm letting you set the pace and boy, do you like it fast? It's almost like you're afraid this will end soon. I have to use both hands to get you out of my mouth for some air panting. I look at you, and your pre come around my lips while I'm stroking you.

Not so fast. I tell you I don't want you to come yet, just enjoy. You seem relieved knowing that there is more to come. I like your cock like a melting eyicicle, all the way along the shaft, popping the head in my eager mouth now and again for some tongue. You seem to ease into it now, happy with the knowledge I'll let you come soon. My pussy feels lonely, and it really thinks it deserves that cock. So I stand up, turn around, drop my little skirt.

As I lean to hold on your knees, you instinctively grab my butt both hands. Actually good, I love having your hands on me. With your legs still spread, I slowly sit down on your lap, making sure that your gorgeous cock makes its way inside my throbbing pussy. We both savor that moment of my ass touching your groin, both moaning at the sensation. You feel so fucking good

inside me. I'd start moving my warm pussy up and down your cock, reveling in the feel of it, of it finally being in there, your cock inside me, inside my pussy, making me feel so damn I'm good. Yes, grab my hips, keep me steady. That feeling of your warm, hard cock so far inside me is driving me mad with desire. I've dreamed about this, I've touched myself while doing it, but it never has felt like this. One of your hands grabs a boob, and I cannot believe

you're touching me, let alone touching me there. What am I thinking? You're fucking me? Nevertheless, your hands on me feel more personal, if that makes any sense. I feel you maaging my rhythm, thrusting upwards as I come down on your cock. You seem impatient or are you about to come? I look back at you and see your eyes fixed on your hard dick injuring me. You seem mesmerized. Could it be that you've dreamed about this too, that you've wanted me all along? If so, then you have

shown impressive restraint. But there is no restraint now you are seriously fucking me. You luck up for a second, see me with my mouth opened and I'm sure a face full of desire. You stop me from coming down on you again, and with unexpected strength, you push me forward. I landed my hands and knees on the ottoman. I don't think I'm calling the shots any more. You just growl as you enter me again. I fucking love being

taken like this. You put one foot next to me and leaned forward, a little, pressing down on my shoulders. I can't help but lower my chest onto the upholstery. The change of position lets you reach places inside me I did not know were there, pleasure points when touched sends me reeling with desire. Fuck you know what you're doing. You're thrust is harder and, if possible, deeper. Ah, fuck, so deep. This is far beyond my dreams. This is ecstasy. I don't care anymore what you do. Just don't stop.

Don't stop fucking me. Don't stop pounding your cock into my eager pussy. Don't stop thrusting, don't stop, just don't. I feel like I'm being used, used for your pleasure, and I want you to use me. I want you inside me. I want you to just fuck me. You're fucking me so hard. I just can't stay on my knees anymore. I have to lay down on my stomach as I'm grown. You quickly adjust your feet on the ground, your cock never missing a beat as I try to keep my little ass up. This feels so fucking good.

St after thrust hits me. Your ball's against my thighs, your cock deep inside me, my ass against your belly. Then I find the perfect angle for my hips, the angle where your cock touches my insides. Oh so good. My hand wiggles itself under me as I reach for my clip. This is how I want to come, knowing you are enjoying yourself, that I'm pleasing you, that your cock is inside me. I don't have much room, but

I can make it work. My clip is so wet from my juices flowing down that my fingers slide over it with these I'm rubbing myself while you fuck my pussy. And I'll come like this, like your little fuck toy, your plaything. As I feel myself reaching my own orgasm, I hear your stuttering breath indicating your back to come too. The thought of me making come is too much. I grab and rub anything I can find between my legs,

my clip, the inside of my thighs. I even feel your cock and balls, and then wave after wave of pleasure takes over. I'm shuddering underneath you as you thrust more forcefully into me. You're coming too. I do my very best to give you everything that I have. I want you to remember this as best fuck you've ever had. I hear you grunt, followed by that warm feeling inside me. I push my ass up a little more. You grunt some more, and in one long and noisy exhale, you

squirt your come deep inside me. Your movements are erratic as you try to recover from coming. I'm in a haze, slowly realizing what had just happened, That I I made you come, and that you fucked me. Finally, you collapse to the sofa next to us. I cannot move yet. I'm still lying on my hand in the other dangling uselessly off the side. But I can see you. I see you're looking at me, and I crack a little smile when you return that smile. I canni help but giggle.

What the hell did we just do? You tell me that this was amazing, that I was amazing, and I can only make a kiss sound, as I'm still too tired for being well and properly fucked. That changes quickly as we both hear my friend's car drive up to the house.