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I sleep over Molly’s house every weekend. She is my next door neighbor and best friend. My family life is rough, but hers is beautiful.
Idyllic.
Enviable.
I’ve never had a friend like her, and I’ve never witnessed a family like hers. They all seem so happy.
Today is just like any other Saturday. I walk into her house, no need to knock anymore – everyone expects me – and am greeted by the smell of something warm and inviting being baked by her perfect mother.
“Steph, sweetie? Is that you?”
Her mom calls out to me kindly and I follow the sound of her voice to the kitchen.
“Yep, it’s me Mrs. Johnson!”
She hands me a cookie with a smile on her face. I feel safe here.
“Molly is up in her room. Dan and I are going on a date tonight so we’ve ordered a pizza! Brandon should be home in about an hour, so save him some. Okay?”
Molly’s mom explains everything to me as if I’m her daughter.
I love her.
Which is why it makes me feel like such a piece of shit for the feelings I have for her husband.
As if summoned by my shameful thought, Dan walks into the kitchen.
He’s at least 6ft tall, lean but muscular, piercing blue eyes, dark hair, and a mischievous smile. He’s 40, which makes him 22 years older than me, yet I lust for him.
“Hey kiddo!” He says to me.
I wince at the ‘kiddo’ but sigh lovingly at the follow up motion he takes.
Dan gives me a hug from behind and it takes all the strength in me to Ankara escort not melt into his embrace.
His love language is obviously physical touch, as he’s always so open and loving with his family. I know he sees me as one of his kids – he’s made that abundantly clear – so his embrace doesn’t mean the same to him as it does to me.
Yet, I can’t help but wonder if he lingers a little longer tonight.
Am I crazy, or did I hear him sniff my hair?
My imagination runs wild at the prospect, and I feel myself tingling all over.
“You girls behave tonight, okay?” He says as he pulls away from me.
“Yessir!”
I mean to say it in a joking matter. I wanted to mock his slightly demanding tone, but the sir comes out all wrong. My voice is slightly husky from the excitement I felt being in his arms, and instead of sounding mocking I sound devoted.
I am devoted.
I would do anything to be the one he was taking on a date tonight.
To be the one he was going to be with at night.
I was still a virgin, but that didn’t stop me from playing out fantasies at night in my head as I tweaked my nipples and rubbed my clit.
One name rang in my head over and over again – Dan.
At the sound of my ‘sir’, Dan smirks. He looks at me as if he knows my secret and I feel my cheeks burn hot as they turn beet red under his knowing gaze.
He follows behind his wife who has already headed out of the kitchen to get her coat on, but he stops and turns Ankara escort bayan back towards me.
“Goodnight,” he says – voice suddenly low.
“Goodnight,” I reply.
“Goodnight, what?” He demands.
I don’t know what to say.
My eyes are wide as I study his face, hoping I’ll understand what he wants.
His gaze is more animalistic than I’ve ever witnessed before. He strides towards me in long predatory steps. Dan only pauses for a moment to look behind him and make sure his wife is not watching.
He pulls me into his arms.
I feel like my whole body is on fire.
He bends down and brings his lips dangerously close to my ear and whispers,
“From now on, you’ll call me sir. If you want to be a good girl, you’ll only call me sir. Are you my good girl?”
I’m breathing fast, too fast. My body is hot and the feeling of his breath on my skin is sending shockwaves through me.
I nod weakly.
“Say it,” he growls into my ear.
“Yes sir,” I tremble, “I am your good girl.”
He smiles a wicked and triumphant smile.
His hands go down lower and reach my bottom. I’m still in my school uniform, since I had Saturday detention.
He pulls my plaid skirt up, and I stop breathing.
His hands squeeze my ass cheeks, covered only now by my white panties.
My eyes close and I focus in on the sensations of him groping me. I can’t believe this is really happening. I nearly pinch myself to make sure I’m not trapped in Escort Ankara one of my fantasies, but then he pinches me – hard – and I know it’s real.
I moan.
The pain feels strangely pleasurable.
My panties are soaked, I can feel it.
I don’t want him to stop.
“Looks like my good girl is going to be such a good slut for me,” Dan whispers sinisterly in my ear.
My mouth is dry, I don’t know what to say. I have no experience with boys, let alone this man that I’ve been pining over for years.
He keeps squeezing my ass with one hand, and reaches towards my pussy with the other. He slips his fingers past my wet panties and touches my sensitive slit.
“I’m going to get my finger nice and wet so I can have a little taste of you. I want to smell you on me while I fuck my wife on our date tonight. I’ll be thinking of you and all the things I’m going to teach you, baby.”
His words almost feel like a threat.
He rubs my clit then slips a finger into my tight opening. As wet as I am, he still struggles to get it in.
“Mmmm,” he groans as he forces his way in.
I feel his dick hardening and pressing into my stomach. I can’t believe I’m making him hard. I can’t believe he actually wants me too!
He pulls his hands away from me and backs up.
I feel tears prickle in my eyes, the sudden separation feels too cruel.
I watch as Dan licks the finger that was inside of me.
“You taste like honey,” he whispers, “I can’t wait to make you fully mine. You be a good girl tonight, and after my daughter falls asleep I want you to go downstairs and fall asleep on the couch. I’ll make my way to you once I get the chance.”
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl.”
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