Her Best Friend's Dad

Common sense said she should have been out of that hotel room twenty seconds after she'd walked in. Her feminist side declared him a misogynist asshole, a dirty old pervert, and said she should slap him and storm out now. But it was her body, her libido, that won out and she found herself crawling onto the bed and lying down on her side with her legs together, watching through half-hooded eyes as he stood and stripped off his clothes completely. Despite the fact that she had just sucked him off, his cock was already hardening again, his eyes never looking away from her as he let his clothing fall to the floor.

His body was well muscled, his shoulders broad, and the hair on his chest and the line down to his groin was dark with wiry hair, only a few grey hairs sparsely scattered throughout. Sucking in a breath, she couldn't help but picture his hard, muscled body covering hers, hairs rubbing against her soft skin. Mr. Samuels didn't look anything like the guys her own age; he was older, harder, and more dangerous. Next to him they all looked like eager puppies.

As he approached the bed, his eyes flared with appreciation as her own widened. She didn't know it, but the expression on her face was a mix of apprehension and excitement, a complete turn on for him. Seeing her young, delectable body laid out for him had already been arousing enough, but knowing that she had chosen to stay and give up her innocence to him, that she was excited by the prospect, made his blood roar.

"On your back," he ordered, grinning at her in a way that made her entire body tingle. It wasn't a nice smile, it was an arrogant one. The kind that said he had no doubt that she would do exactly what he told her to. "And spread your legs."

The act of laying on her back and opening her body to him made her feel both incredibly sexy and incredibly vulnerable. Both of which she was becoming very used to feel in his presence, here in this room. It almost seemed like those were the only things he wanted her to feel.

"Beautiful," he murmured under his breath and he looked her up and down, and she flushed with pleasure. She felt beautiful when he looked at her that way. Desirable. Invincible.

And scared out of her mind as he crawled onto the bed and hovered over her, his arms creating a cage for her upper body while his knees rested between her legs. She could no longer close her thighs to him even if she wanted to. As if realizing that looming over her was frightening her more than it was turning her on, Mr. Samuels pulled back so that his weight was no longer resting on his hands.

Of course, that just meant his hands were free to touch her. Cyana moaned as he cupped them over her ribcage, just beneath her breasts. She closed her eyes as he began to slide them up, cupping her breasts in his palms. The only sound in the room was her ragged breathing and his quick intake of air as he squeezed the ample mounds. Arching her back, she stifled her moan, for some reason not wanting him to know how incredibly good it felt. As if that would give him more power over her, when he already had all the power in the world.

Then something wet and hot engulfed one of her sensitive nipples and her eyes flew open. The bristles on his chin scraped against her flesh as he suckled at her breast, and her hands flew down to hold his head against her. He nipped, pulled, licked, and gently bit down on the tender nub. Beneath him her body was moving, writhing, unable to remain still as the sensual need between her legs began to grow and grow with every seductive pull of her nipple.

When he moved his mouth away she cried out in disappointment until his lips closed around her other nipple. The abandoned one was left chilled and wet in the cool air of the hotel room, a sharp contrast to the moist heat that was surrounding her previously neglected on. Cyana found herself running her fingers through his hair, over his shoulders, over his chest and back, wherever she could reach. She'd never felt the compulsion to touch a man like this; normally she just allowed them to touch her, to pant over her body, while she remained in control.

No chance of that happening here. Mr. Samuels was playing her senses like an instrument, with all the finesse of an experienced musician. She was completely OUT of control, a slave to the sensations he was awakening inside of her. Even when she'd masturbated and made herself cum on her own she hadn't felt this cacophony of sensations, this aching, throbbing need to be touched. Before it had always been a kind of clinical exercise; certainly not the heart-pounding, breath-taking, pussy-spasming indulgence she was now experiencing for the first time. The way Mr. Samuels was manipulating her breasts wasn't with the eagerness of a guy who thought his toys might be taken away at any moment, no it was with the arrogance of a man who was going to play as long as he liked because he knew that it would turn the woman beneath him into a pile of melting lust.

"Oh god... Mr. Samuels..." Cyana gasped as he bit down on her nipple again and released it.

"Yes Cyana?" his voice practically purred. He squeezed her breasts hard, watching as she arched and writhed.

"Touch me," she begged.

"I am touching you."

"More... please... more..." She spread her legs wider, hating his chuckle and, at the same time, not caring if he would just touch that aching wetness that was becoming the entire center of her world.

"Tell me to touch your pussy."

"PLEASE touch my pussy."

His body weight shifted, moving downwards, and then his hands had left her breasts and were pressing on the inside of her thighs, spreading her wide open so that he could gaze onto the glistening wet lips of her pussy as they parted. Cyana's face turned bright red. She had wanted him to touch her, not look at her. Somehow his rapt gaze on her most private body parts made this entire situation so much more real, giving her time to collect her thoughts again and realize that her best friend's father's face was inches away from her virginal feminine flesh.

About to protest, her words came out in a garbled yelp as he leaned forward and pressed his open mouth to her pussy, tongue flicking out and licking up the center of her slit. It felt heavenly as he applied all of his oral skills to her, taking the time to slowly lick and taste her. This was normally something guys did to try and get into her pants and she realized wildly that this time she would be following it through to the conclusion. With Mr. Samuels.

Burying her fingers in his dark locks, she bucked against him as he pried her pussy lips apart and began a concentrated assault on her extremely sensitive inner lips, working his way up to her swollen clit. The rasp of his tongue was like a firebomb inside of her body, sending her spiraling towards the climax that she was aching for.

"Oh god! Mr. Samuels!"

To her utter dismay he moved away, licking the shiny gloss of her honey off of his lips. The expression on his face was pure masculine smugness. "Virgins taste sweet."

"Please, I'm so close," she begged, running her own hands down to touch her swollen flesh, groaning as he grabbed her wrists and planted them down on either side of her head, the long, hard length of his body coming down on top of her. Her heart stuttered as she realized that she could feel the head of his cock nudging against her virginal flesh, her pupils dilating in excitement.

"Oh no," he murmured, kissing her lips so that she could taste herself. Something she'd never allowed any other guy to do. "You're going to be creaming yourself all over my cock when you cum, Cyana, and not before."

The crude words made her moan as her body yearned for the completion of the visual he painted. Yes... she wanted him inside of her while she came, wanted to feel him moving, splitting her open. Cyana had never masturbated using anything that penetrated her body because she'd always wanted to feel that moment of her hymen giving way to a man's insistent cock. And now that moment was finally upon her.

Mr. Samuels pulled back, his eyes intent on her face as he shifted her hips and she could feel him at the entrance of her body. Green eyes went as wide as they could when he nudged against her, his own dark eyes taking in ever flicker of her expression as he began to press inwards. The barrier to her body wasn't thick, but he could feel the resistance, feel it tear, watch her wince as he broke through that flimsy barrier to the paradise between her legs.

"FUCK." He'd never felt anything like it. Not just the way her body gave beneath him or the inner roar of triumph as he watched her pained expression when her hymen broke, but also the exquisite tightness of her untouched channel.

He was the first to touch her in this way, the first to make her experience these sensations. As much as he'd cherished that slight moment of pain as he'd broken into her body, he would treasure her pleasure even more.

"OooooOOOOoooo!"

Cyana writhed beneath him, her legs parting and coming together as her innocent body tried to decipher how best to deal with its new circumstances.

"Mr. Samuels you're too big! It hurts!"

He bet it did... she was so exquisitely tight that it felt like she could break his cock off with her muscles.

"Shhhh, sweetheart, it will start to feel good," he said, caressing her body as he slowly settled his cock into the clasp of her heat. It was the slickest, most velvety glove imaginable and it took all of his willpower not to rut inside of her. Of course he could if he wanted to; after all, he'd paid for the use of her pure body, paid to corrupt her. If he'd wanted to just fuck her into the bed without a care for her pleasure then that was his prerogative, and the power made his cock swell even more.

But she'd done this because she wanted a man. Not some out of control idiot who would take his own pleasure without considering hers.

And so he held himself immobile inside of her as he kissed her passionately, looping her arms around his neck so that he could caress her, rocking ever so gently with his hips so that his groin would press against her clit. He could feel her inner muscles tighten and loosen as her virginal sheath slowly accustomed itself to its new dimensions, accommodating the length and girth of his cock. When she began to rock back against him, her arms tightening around his neck, then he knew she was ready.

Clasping her hips, he began to withdraw, carefully and gently, before slowly sinking back inside of her.

Cyana was beside herself with all of the overwhelming sensations. Although the slight humiliation of her begging, the initial pain as her virginity had been claimed, and the sore ache of her muscles stretching to allow Mr. Samuels to invade her body had somewhat lessened her arousal, the older man was well on his way to building it back up again. She couldn't believe how incredible it felt to have him moving inside of her, to feel him so deeply in her belly that with each gentle thrust she was sure he was deeper inside of her than anything was supposed to go.

Her whimpers were hushed by his lips as he tongue delved into her mouth, and she kissed him back because at least that was something familiar that she knew how to do. And yet she discovered that she knew how to have sex too. It was instinctive, easy, as her body responded to him greedily, wanting him harder, faster, deeper. Suddenly she understood all the pornos where women begged for just those things. Her body was beginning to ache, deep inside where she'd never felt such a need before, and his thrusting cock was pushing that ache higher and higher.

Moving against him, purely by instinct, Cyana could feel him begin to loosen some of that iron self-control he'd been using with her. He groaned into her mouth, plundering her with his kiss as his pumping hips began to move harder and faster. It hurt as his huge dick split her open, moving so roughly, so forcefully inside of her, scraping the inner walls of her body... and yet it felt so damn good too.

He hooked his arms under her legs, pulling them upwards so that she was almost bent in half and every thrust had his body pressing hard against her clit. Now every thrust felt so deep inside of her that she had the wild thought she could actually feel him in her throat.

"OH! FUCK!.... OH MR. SAMUELS!!!!"

Cyana screamed, hanging onto his neck, as the most intense orgasm of her life slammed into her like a freight train. It was hot bliss, ravaged ecstasy, blinding fireworks. She could feel her insides squeezing him, rippling around him in convulsions that she couldn't control and didn't want to. Every hard thrust had her climbing higher and higher on a wave of pleasure that seemed unending.

When he bellowed out his own climax and thrust hard, she could actually feel him throbbing inside of her, feel the pulse of his cock against her tight tunnel as she began to milk the jets of cum from him. They were pressed so tightly together and she was cradled in his arms. He surrounded her, inside and out, and she'd never felt so alive, so feminine.

"God... Cyana..." Mr. Samuels' voice was husky as his weight came fully down on top of her, pressing her further into the bed. She liked that, closing her eyes she snuggled her face into his chest as she felt herself contract around him in quivering little shudders of post orgasmic bliss.

"That was amazing," she said, in a tone of pure wonderment. She was suddenly so, so glad that she'd done what she had. Not only had she gotten something useful and substantial for her virginity, but Mr. Samuels had made it a heck of a lot more enjoyable than she knew a lot of first times were. Sure he'd been crude, almost cruel, with some of his words, but that had only turned her on more if she was being honest with herself. And the actual sex... mind blowing to say the least.

"Mmm..." He pulled himself up off of her, gathering her into his arms before she could protest. "I'm glad you thought so," he said, looking down at the young beauty in his arms with her tousled hair and the reddish sticky evidence of her virginity between her thighs and staining his cock. "Because as soon as we get cleaned off in the shower, we're going to do it all over again."