Cheating Husbands: My Stepdaughter's Friend - Part 2

I left Mr. Hunter’s office and ran to the bathroom. I had never done that before, taken a cock in my mouth. It tastes so different than I imagined. The cum shooting in my mouth and then sliding down my throat was a sensation I couldn’t have pictured. And what it did to my pussy made me crave more.

When I was alone in the bathroom, I was able to breathe. Assess my mental state. I let my hand slip into my pants and discovered just how wet I was. College had been a bust for me; no boys had caught my eye. Maybe that’s because I needed a man this whole time.

Shelly and I had gotten along right away; we weren’t roommates, but we may as well have been. We spent every hour we weren’t in class together. When she invited me home this weekend with her, I didn’t plan on seducing her father. But now, I think that’s exactly what I will do. Wait, not father, stepfather. She hated him, so I didn’t see the conflict.

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I went back to the bedroom where Shelly was and pretended like nothing had happened. When she went to bed, I would make my next move.

My phone said 1 a.m. on it when I picked it up off of the table. I had anxiously been waiting for everyone to retire for the night.

Surely it was safe …

I walked out of the bedroom and slipped back into Mr. Hunter’s office. I didn’t know how to get his attention, but I was horny and ready for action. I went over to his desk and sat in his chair. The room smelled like him. I wasn’t sure what that smell was, but it was him. There was a tie on the desk, and I had an idea. I picked it up and put it around my neck. I tied it snugly and felt my pussy grow wet. I had on a sexy nightie and a matching thong. I didn’t care how revealing it had been when I put this on before bed. Shelly and I saw each other naked in the shower, so she didn’t think anything of it.

My hand found its way to my pussy; I pushed the thin layer of panties aside and started to finger myself. The tie wrapped around my neck turned me on. I didn’t realize how loud I had gotten until the door opened, and Mr. Hunter was looking at me. My legs spread on his chair, my fingers deep in my cunt and my breast on display through my see-through nightie.

“Beth, what are you doing?”

I grinned at him, not at all embarrassed for what he had walked in on. “I’m trying to cum, want to help?”

He shut the door and locked it, then stalked over to the desk. “You look like you’re already there.” He knelt in front of me; his hand moved mine from my pussy. He slipped two fingers inside, my tight pussy squeezing against them. “So tight.”

I watched him lick his lips as he finger fucked me. My sweet, wet juices coated his hand the more he thrust in and out.

“Mr. Hunter,” I started to ask.

“Shhh,” he said before leaning down and putting his face on my cunt. His tongue licked along my slit, I thought I heard him purr into my sweet hot body.

I felt his tongue against my clit, his fingers fucking me while his tongue lapped up my juices. I started moaning at the pleasure and then felt his tie grow tighter. He was pulling on it.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

Without hesitation, I opened it, and he shoved the balled-up tie length that dangled between my breast into my mouth, gagging me. His mouth went back to my pussy, and he milked one orgasm out of me after another. When he was done, my body was weak. My legs were mush, and I couldn’t walk. His leather chair was soaked, and I had been ruined for anyone I went to class with ever again. I needed a man, not a college boy.

“Beth, you’ve made a mess in here.” He looked down at me in a scornful fatherly way. “This won’t due.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hunter, I will clean it all.” My legs were spread open and draped off the armrest of his chair. My panties and nighties had been removed shortly after the first orgasm. All I had on was his tie, which was covered in my saliva now. He pulled out his cell phone, and I watched him take a couple of pictures of me.

“What are you going to do with those?” I didn’t know what he needed them for.

“So I can remember this.”

“I don’t want you to keep those; that’s not what I was trying to do.” I started to get my nightie back on and my panties. I had stood up but still felt shaky. The cum drunk feeling had taken over my body, and regaining balance was difficult.

“Don’t worry, I won’t show anyone the photos. So long as you come over once a month and service me.”

“You’re blackmailing me?” I couldn’t believe what he was saying; why would he do that?

“Don’t look at it as blackmail. Look at it as an open invitation to come over as much as you want. Get some rest. Tomorrow we’re going to the country club. Have you ever fucked on a golf course before?” He laughed at his joke, then turned around and walked to the door. Before he opened it he looked back at me and said, “And this goes without saying you don’t tell Shelly. I don’t need her telling her mom.”

He left the room, and suddenly, I felt cold and dirty. I wasn’t sure if I liked this feeling or not. My pussy was still wet, and I was still horny. I sat against the desk and looked at the mess on the chair I had caused. I really had cum all over the place.

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