My Daddy-in-Law Does Me

So, I have to confess, I have a thing for older men. I don't know why, I just do. Always have. Ryan was the first guy I ever fucked, and he was in his mid 20s or something at the time and I was only 18. So, you know. Also, my boyfriend Haydon is older. Not by much, but still. But being a half Chinese half Filipino girl in Australia, I've noticed older men look at me a lot. Like, a fucking LOT! lol

I don't even know why. I'm pretty short and my legs are thick af. Well, my thighs are at least. I wear short denim shorts to make them look longer, but. And I've only got B-cups. Why are they so interested in checking me out all the time?

And they do!

Sometimes I don't mind, but sometimes it gets creepy. Like this guy this morning at the shopping centre, secretly taking pics of me on his phone. But last week I was on the train and these two businessmen in suits were sitting across from me. I had sunglasses on and airpods in, so it seemed like I wasn't aware of what they were doing. But they were totally checking me out, looking me up and down. They must've been in their 40s at least. I noticed one of them had a wedding ring on. But that didn't stop him elbowing his friend and nodding in my direction, so I discreetly turned the music off but acted like I was still listening to a song. It was hard to tell because they were talking quietly so the other commuters didn't notice, but I heard him say something about my thighs. The other guy smiled and nodded. They did this for a while, pretending to look around the train or out the windows, but they kept looking back at my legs and occasionally saying something.

Then I heard one of them say "imagine riding that all night?" and the other man laughed and said it'd be worth the divorce. Because they were trying to be quiet about it, I wasn't grossed out or anything. Actually, I was a bit turned on. If they'd have said it out loud then that would be a different story.

So yeah, older men. Especially in suits. Yes please.

And its not just strangers in public who check me out. I've caught Haydon's dad doing it heaps of times. His name's Frank, and is kinda old-skool. He acts so casual when I catch him doing it, just smiles or starts talking about something random, as if perving on me was normal, or like he wasn't actually perving. I used to think, "dude, your son is right in the same room". I mean, checking out your son's girlfriend is weird, right?

Except I liked the attention. The first few years of high school, all the blonde girls or tall girls got all the attention from the boys. Only at the end of high school did the boys start to notice me, but by then I was too shy for them. If only they'd paid me attention earlier. Older guys noticed me, though, and were always talking to me. Like Ryan, who lived up the road from us. Even when I went to France for a holiday, all the guys were into me there because I was Asian. So maybe that's why I'm attracted to older men. Or maybe because they're just more sophisticated?

I got into the habit of walking around the house with the tip button of my shorts undone, especially after eating, and it became so normal that Haydon wouldn't say anything to me about it even when guests came around. Usually I had a shirt long enough to cover the front, though.

But when Frank would be hanging around for a visit or to help Haydon with his car, I'd sometimes swap the t-shirt out for a tank top and tie into a knot at front. Then it was obvious the button on my shorts was popped, especially because the zipper would ride down to show off my panties. If I was wearing something like fluro pink or some other bright colour, it was like a beacon to Frank's eyeballs. Every time we were in the same room he'd fight not to look down there. That got to be a fun little game for me lol. Of course, I never did this if Haydon's mum was visiting, as well.

So, one day Frank was over on his own and there was some issue with the car. Gaskets or something. Haydon said they could get some new ones down at the auto shop, but Frank said he needed to rest from being out in the sun too much. Haydon was going to stay but Frank convinced him he just needed some rest and re-hydration.

"I'll get him in shape before you return," I told Haydon.

He kissed me, told me I was the best, and raced out the door promising he won't be long.

I got a jug of water and a clean glass for Frank, and found him slouched on the couch.

"Thanks sweetie," he smiled, taking the water.

I had my usual denim shorts on, unbuttoned, and had worn a crop-top for today. As usual, Frank's eyes were on my body. He was staring at my exposed midriff as he downed the water.

"You like it?" I asked, a little cheekily, because I'd meant for it sound like a loaded question.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, slightly confused. Then, bold as fuck, he goes: "Oh, your button's undone. Come here, I'll do it back up."

Well, that was some front, I'll give him that. I mean, it was still vague and innocent-sounding, but if I told Haydon when he got back, I don't think he'd see it that way.

But instead, I took a few steps closer until his knee was between mine and let him reach forward and clasp the two corners of my shorts that were undone. Frank worked as an engineer, usually getting out on the field and working with his hands. His fingers were thick and the skin rough and calloused. When the backs of them brushed against my soft belly, it sent shivers up my spine and made the front of my thighs tingle.

"Oh, that's a cute bow," he goes.

He was holding open the flaps of my shorts, instead of buttoning them up like he said he would. The top of my baby-blue panties was exposed, with their little blue bow stitched to the hemline.

Oh fuck this was too much. My knees began to feel weak. What if Haydon walked in? Or his mum, popping around to see if we wanted lunch?

"It matches the print," I said.

As worried as I was, I was always way too curious about what was going on here. How far could Frank be led on here?

As if he had no free will of his own, he tugs the flaps of my shorts wider and the zip just flies down. My shorts sprung open like magic, showing off the whole front of my panties. I automatically pulled away, but I didn't cover up. Not much, anyway.

"Oops, don't know me own strength, sometimes," laughed Frank. "Sorry sweetie, didn't mean to frighten you."

"I'm not scared," I lied.

I kept asking myself over and over, what if someone walks in? And as much as I asked myself that, I was also drawn toward Frank. There were crows feet at the corner of his eyes, and worry lines across his forehead, and his hair had begun to recede and thin on top. And I don't know why, but it all turned me on.

"There's no bows," he suddenly goes, staring at my crotch.

"Huh?"

I opened the front of my shorts wider, revealing my panties in all their glory. He was right, but. They were baby-blue, but the ones with the bow prints all over and the ribbon stitched into a bow on front were still in my dresser.

"Maybe they're on back," he suggested, hopefully.

I laughed.

"Nice try, Frank."

"What?"

"It almost seems like you're trying to get me out of my shorts," I said, cocking a brow and giving him a knowing smile.

He spread his palms wide as if to say, you caught me. I couldn't help but notice how much thicker his fingers were than Haydon's.

But instead, he goes: "Girl, the way you walk around here with it all out, not my fault I'm getting ideas."

The cheek of him!

"Sounds like you're blaming me now!" I planted my fists on my hips and jutted my hip to one side.

"Well, you're not doing them up, either," he pointed out.

"And maybe I won't," I shot back. "Just to teach you a lesson, you dirty old man."

He laughed and laughed at this.

"Oh boy, you're a sassy one, Joce," he said, nearly crying from laughter. "But it's okay, I had plenty of girls like you when I was Haydon's age."

Now he was teasing me, and it was working. I couldn't help but bite.

"I don't think you've had them like me, before."

"You'd be surprised the things I've done," he said with a grin, leaning back on the couch with his arms behind his head, as if challenging me to outdo him.

"Yeah, well, I've done some crazy shit, too," I said, thinking of Paris. [for the full story on this, see my other stories]

"Nah, you're young," he said dismissively, waving his hand as if to shoo me away.

I thought fuck this, and wiggled my way out of my shorts, dropping them around my ankles. I swear he stopped breathing for a moment as he stared at my panties and then looked me in the eyes.

"Damn girl, you're crazy," he said, looking a little worried finally. "Haydon could be back any minute."

I laughed.

"So? It's not like I'm turning you on, right?"

He half smiled, half scoffed, holding my stare.

Then he stood up suddenly, walking casually over to me, and leaned down. I thought he was going o bend down and pull my shorts back up for me, but instead he reached around and, grabbing my ass, lifted me up off the floor into a bear hug, except his big manly hands were cradling my ass. I had t wrap my arms around his neck in case I fell backwards.

"You're crazy, girl," he said, his breath hot and shallow.

Then he kissed me, tongue rough and warm as it slid between my lips. I didn't resist. Actually, I kissed him back, feeling the rough stubble under my fingers and on my cheeks.

He began to pant like a horny dog, his fingers kneeding my ass. I was totally pressed against him by now and could feel his erection through his jeans.

"Fuck me, quick," I whispered in his ear.

Some men don't need any more encouragement than that. The older they are, I've since found out, the least amount of enticement they need.

He actually threw me down onto the couch so he could tear his clothes off. His body was lean, just a little flabby around the middle, and covered in course dark hair. It was all over his legs and chest, and a huge bush in his crotch where his hard cock stood out from. Haydon keeps his body hair kind of trimmed, and other guys I've been with have been pretty smooth by comparison. Frank was like a prehistoric beast from the Ice Age. His cock stood up like a spear, a huge bell-end on him.

Then with those big, confident hands, he reached down and stripped me, piece-by-piece, until I was stark naked. If Haydon walked in now... well, I couldn't think about that.

Frank knelt and started eating my pussy out, taking his time to savour it. I just needed that big dick n me now, but it's probably been ages since he tasted some young pussy, so I let him enjoy it. And It was so good, his skills. Haydon's mum was a lucky woman, if she still let Frank go down on her.

He stopped long enough to say "this pussy is like Heaven", which made me so horny I grabbed his head and started grinding my pussy against his face.

"Bet you've never had that before," I growled.

He laughed and wiped his face. It was all wet from my cunny.

"You're more wild than I realised," he said.

Obviously, he couldn't wait either, because he climbed on top of me and positioned himself to push his cock in. But he was bigger than I'd thought he would be, so I went to get some from the bedroom. While I was there, I grabbed a vibrator as well, just to really blow his mind. He might say he's had wild sex before, but I doubt he's as liberal as we are today.

"What's that?" he said when I got back, but I didn't answer. I just turned the vibrator on and watched his eyes light up.

This was obviously going to be new for him. Before I used it on myself, though, I climbed behind him to spoon him, and reached around to grab his cock with one hand, feeling how thick and veiny it was. With my other hand, I tucked the end of the vibrator under his balls. He began squirming and groaning.

"Holy shiiiiiit..."

When I got off the couch, he fell back laughing.

"Boy, that's different," he said.

Then I climbed on top, squirted a generous amount of lube all over his cock ("It's cold" he goes) and lowered myself onto that fucking tentpole. It was a tight fit, alright, but I managed to get half of him on. Then I waited for my pussy to loosen up. The vibrator on my clit helped with that heaps.

"Fuck me now," I moaned, and Frank started pushing his cock into me, slowly and deliberately.

"This is the tightest snatch I've ever had," he said through gritted teeth.

"Good," I said, tensing my pelvic floor so my pussy latched tighter onto his pole. He groaned out loud.

We did that for a couple of minutes, and then when his cock was sliding in and out nicely, Frank suddenly flipped me off. For a moment, I thought he'd heard Haydon's car in the driveway.

"Position change," he said, saying his leg was going to cramp up if he kept doing that much longer.

My poor pussy was crying for that cock again. Thankfully, I didn't have long to wait. He pushed me down until I was leaning over the armrest of the couch, my ass in the air. Then his big bell-end probed my labia until it found the opening, and slipped right in.

It was like he was opening me up again like the first time. Except in this position he was able to slide all the way in until I felt his loose ballsack dangle against my clit. When he started banging away, his balls were bouncing against my clit, driving me insane.

"Yes, yes, yes," I was gasping. "Call me your whore."

He seemed uncertain at first, but with some coaxing I got Haydon's father to call me his little whore, over and over again as he pile-drove me doggy-style against the armrest. But it was also too much for the old man, so when he said he was going to blow his load I crawled forward and spun around, opening my mouth to catch his cum. I knew he'd probably never had this before, either.

It drove him wild, this little Asian girl ready to catch his cum in her mouth. He squinted his eyes as he furiously stroked his cock, his fist stopping at the big bulbous head as if it couldn't go any further. Sweat was trickling down through his thick chest hair. Even his wrinkly ballsack, bouncing wildly around from the wanking, looked wet from sweat. The smell of sex and sweat was heavy in the air.

Then he came, pausing momentarily, and then giving a couple of quick jerks on his cock as the hot sperm shot out like a cannon. It caught me by surprise, jetting up one nostril. I jerked my head back and the rest of his load either shot past my face or hit me on the chin.

I got my composure and opened my mouth again, catching the last drops as they fell from his dick. He stood there on unsteady legs, panting and wincing, the sweat glistening on his brow.

"Holy shit," he was saying quietly, moaning and groaning still.

I squeezed his bell-end to clean the last of his cum off, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Easy, girl, it's sensitive," he said, which made me laugh.

"I gotta shower," I said, running from the room.

I could hear him softly cursing himself, either because he thinks he shouldn't have fucked his son's girlfriend or because he was worried about the time and Haydon walking through the door any minute.

Frank followed me into the bathroom to clean himself off. He was watching me in the mirror as I showered, shaking his head.

"You're a crazy girl, Jocelyn," he was saying.

"I know," I said, smiling, washing his cum off my chin and neck. I turned so he could admire my ass.

When the mirror fogged up with steam, he left the room to dress.

I heard the car in the driveway, heard Haydon come through the front door.

When I got dressed and went out, I found Frank in the kitchen making strong coffee for everyone and cooking toast. It was weird and took me a moment to realise he was trying to mask the smell of sex in the air.

And the look on his face. When Haydon spoke to him, Frank looked guilty as fuck. LOL. Later, after they'd fixed the gaskets on the car and Frank had gone home, Haydon asked me what was going on. He could see his dad was acting weird.

So, I fessed up, saying we'd got it on. Haydon and I have an open relationship, but we normally talk about it first. And family is a different matter. Was it out of bounds? I don't know. But Haydon was quiet for the rest of the evening, until we went to bed. We were snuggling, and I asked if we were okay, because of what I'd done. That's when he asked me to tell him every detail, and so I did. I could feel his cock hardening against my knee, but he also asked me not to do that with his father again. I agreed, and then we were fully making out. But the weird bit is, and maybe because of how I told Haydon I had a thing for older men, Haydon was pounding me into the mattress and making me call him Daddy.

I mean, I wasn't displeased, but it was a shift in our sexual relationship, that's for sure.

And older men still check me out when I'm shopping or on public transport. More than ever, I know what they'd like to do to me, and the thought gets me wet.