Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad

“Mr. Martin!” I shrieked in the kitchen, the tiles echoing my cries. “Ohhhh!” I squealed as my pussy contracted and spasmed again, almost tipping over in my heels.

But he was on me in an instant, pulling me up, soothing me, kissing, stroking as I barreled down the tracks at a hundred miles an hour, still coated in his cum.

“Ohhhh!” I shrieked again, pressing myself against his chest, lost to the world. And it was only after the tremors passed, after everything subsided that I was able to open my eyes and look deep into his clear blue ones.

“Was it good for you?” he rumbled in his chest, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

And I nodded dumbly. Of course, the question had to be rhetorical. I’d squealed and gasped, my pussy creaming wetly from the mere dirtiness of the acts, his semen flying through the air to land on my curvy body. His hands hadn’t touched me at all, his penis hadn’t found its way inside. It’d just been the alpha male’s proximity, the incredible awareness of sharing the moment with him.

And the big man chuckled then, stroking his fingers through my hair.

“You’re so sweet,” he ground out low in his chest, eyes roving over my features as if drinking them in. “So, so sweet.”

And it was then that we heard the toilet flush in another room. Oh shit! It had to be Jonah, he was going to be here in a sec and I needed to beat feet, escape before he found out. Going into panic mode, I grabbed for my clothes, the panties, the discarded skirt, everything, thinking I’d flee the scene as quick as possible.

But an iron hand descended on my wrist, stopping me.

“Where you going baby girl?” asked Rob calmly. Where was I going? To my room before the big man’s son came out and caught us naked, his dad’s semen all over my breasts and tummy. And why wasn’t Rob getting dressed? He was still naked, that dick tip dripping wetly, clearly just used, yet he wasn’t panicked at all. Instead, he looked at me calmly, smiling that cool, assured grin again, totally in charge.

“Where you going?” he said again.

And I yanked my wrist this time.

“Come on,” I whispered urgently. “Jonah’s up! Didn’t you hear the toilet flush? We’ve got to get out of here, get clean, you’re all over me, your sperm, your semen,” I gasped, eyes practically rolling in my head now, I was so panicked.

But the big man shook his head.

“Naw, no reason to shower,” he ground out. “I want my come on you all day. I want you to go around with my semen caked on that beautiful body so you have a reminder of what just happened.”

I gawked at him, mouth hanging open and pausing, despite the urgent situation.

“You can’t be serious,” I whispered. “You can’t be.”

But the big man was totally serious, blue eyes sharp.

“Don’t shower,” he rumbled deep in his throat. “Put your clothes on and spend the day with my cum on your skin.”

And my mouth went dry, nipples hotly aroused once more. Because what would it be like, walking around with his sperm smeared on my skin, rubbed all over my body, on my breasts, my tummy, even on my swollen cunt lips? Oh god, it made me wet all over again, how dirty he was, how I was being drawn into a whirlpool of wicked fantasies, and how I loved every second of it.

So nodding numbly, I did as told. Quickly, I pulled the turtleneck over my shoulders, shielding my caked breasts, slipping the skirt on once more to cover my virgin pussy. But as I moved to step into my panties, Rob’s big hand covered mine, pulling the cloth from my grasp.

“No baby,” he said, that deep voice soothing, caressing my skin with its tones. “These are mine, they belong to me now.”

And I colored hotly, cheeks going up in flame. Because just like last night, they were caked in my goo, sopping wet and aromatic with the smell of female cream.

“Hide it,” I whispered beseechingly. “You know the smell is so strong, our sex smell is still so strong in the air …” my voice trailed off.

But the alpha male just winked.

“No worries honey, nothing that a little vent can’t cure,” and with that, he strode over to the stove and turned on the hood, blasting it at max. The air did seem to lighten somewhat, no longer as pungent, not as heavy with the scent of cream and cum.

And at that moment, Jonah walked in, stretching, eyes bloodshot, looking a little worse for the wear.

“Hey,” he grunted in my direction, sauntering over the kitchen tabletop and plopping down. “You’re up early.”

I blushed, tongue-tied. It was hard to think of anything to say so I just murmured a quiet, “Good morning” back, without adding any extra.