Fucking my Father’s Best Friend

My Fantasies of Fucking my Father’s Best Friend

 

For as long as I can remember my dreams were always hot and erotic, some were of a hot Mandingo BBC Face Fucking Me but one dream that seemed to always taunt me was the dream of  Fucking my Father’s Best Friend.   At first, he started out as an innocent crush, but soon developed into something much more. Especially as I began to mature. His name was Miles, he was twice my age but nonetheless, he was hot. He had the body of a greek god. Not to mention the enormous bulge outlined by his pants. At his very name, my pussy would become moist.

I would close my eyes and picture myself Fucking my Father’s Best Friend

Miles’s wife Michelle was my confidant. She was a kind lady that was always there for me when it came to advise on life but especially on sex.  She had no idea that the erotic dreams I shared with her of Fucking my Father’s Best Friend had to do with her husband.  On numerous occasions, I had come to Michelle, in tears over my asshole boyfriend.  When it came to sex he was beyond clueless. Expecting and Craving to be fucked the way Michelle said Miles fucked her, is what I wanted. Nonetheless, my boyfriend was much too busy with his video games. Instead, when he fucked me I would close my eyes and picture myself Fucking my Father’s Best Friend.

Michelle’s advice to me was to dress like a woman that wants her man to notice her and not an 18-year-old. Wear Heels instead of flip-flops. Use a  garter belt with stockings underneath a sexy, provocative dress. She went even as far as to give me pointers on how to suck a dick properly, the way Miles liked it. Little did she know, many times my dreams were of Fucking my Father’s Best Friend and sucking his dick.

Dreams of Fucking my Father’s Best Friend had taunted me long enough.

The evening I had planned for my boyfriend and I was completely ruined. He had no desire to take me out to a fancy restaurant or to go back to his place and fuck me the way I wanted to be fucked. He criticized the way the dress exposed my cleavage and made fun of me for wearing such high heels. Frustrated and tired of being subjected to his torment and maltreatment, I took off on foot straight to Michelle’s house. Hoping she would be home to console me.  Instead, the person that opened the door was Miles, her husband.

She was away on a business trip. Sobbing uncontrollably I flung myself into his arms. I could smell his woodsy aftershave and his hard, big cock poking me through his silky robe. Perhaps, I should have been embarrassed but I wasn’t. Evidently, neither was he. Dreams of Fucking my Father’s Best Friend had taunted me long enough. It was time to put into practice what Michelle, his wife, had taught me. So, I looked up at him and softly kissed him on the lips.

Lifting me up he walked me over to the huge white sofa.

Our lips and tongues still connected.  His breath become deeper and my pussy became wetter. Falling to his knees and unzipping the front part of my dress, he began to lick and kiss my breast. Until he found what he was looking for. Closing my eyes and thinking that this was a dream I was having. The dream of Fucking my Father’s Best Friend. It had to be a dream.

My firm nipples. There he lingered, licking and sucking softly. Using his other hand to find his way down to my panties, and sliding it to the side. He softly inserted his finger. Whispering, “you’re so fucking tight”.  Lifting my legs and placing them on his shoulders, he lowered his head, finding my pussy and parting my moist slit with his tongue. I thought I was dreaming of Fucking my Father’s Best Friend again, but this was no dream… To hear more about how this story ends… Call me…

 

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