ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MY HUSBAND'S FATHER

|Isabella|

ISABELLA

I allowed him pull me to himself shunning the girls away and reaching to flip the threads of my dress so he could pull it down from my body.

I was seated on his laps so I could stare into his eyes and watch his mouth part releasing hot, harsh breath and his eyes roam my bare breasts.

"You are so beautiful" He commented.

I said nothing, there was nothing that I could say that would be able to explain the pleasure I was feeling as his fingers roamed my back and the rough of his palm caressed my nipples gently and then pinching slightly.

He let go of me, rising to his feet while I followed, my eyes meeting his shyly.

I wondered if he could see that this was the craziest thing I had ever done in all my years of existing.

"Take off the dress, Rachael" He ordered as he stood there, his hands fisted to his sides.

I was suddenly overcome by the shyness and when he drew closer to me, I took one step back. He stopped walking, reaching to touch the strap of my dress around my waist and while I wondered what he was about to do, he tore it.

"Hey, you ruined it" I squeaked but I found it extremely hot, the way he ripped my dress.

"I will get you a dozen as replacement" He declared, silencing my protest.

Now, I was standing before him with only black lace panties and my breasts bouncing in the air with nipples already hardened to stone. I watched him watch me, making no move to touch me again but the intensity of his stare was enough to make my knees weak.

It was then I had the opportunity to look around the room and everything in it struck me as very odd. It looked exactly like a room you could torture a person in with clamps, ropes and whips of different sizes hanging from the walls.

I turned to him with question in my eyes.

"Never heard of BDSM?" He said, smiling and unbuttoning his shirt.

I shook my head in the positive, sucking in my breath at how magnificent his body was.

I have heard of the word but never experienced it. I wouldn't dare want to be bound and fucked... it would be weird.

"Come here" He commanded.

I walked as one entranced to where he stood and I watched him remove one of the ropes from the wall.

"I would not hurt you, Rachael and if you think it is too much for you then you stop me immediately. Is that understood?" he asked me and I nodded my head vigorously.

With my hands securely bound, he pulled me over to the bed, picking me up and tossing me onto it before coming around to secure my binds properly.

I was now splayed spread- eagled before his intense and probing gaze. He did not get rid of his pants instead his hand touched the inside of my thighs seductively and began rubbing my clit through my panties.

The friction of his movement was enough to elicit a moan from me as I tried to open my legs wider.

"You are dripping for me, baby girl" He muttered, increasing the tempo of his movement against my swollen pussy.

He slapped two fingers to my pussy and a shock of pleasure ran through my body while I gasped and arched my back for more.

"So fucking wet... I just want to slide in, Rachael" He growled, keeping his eyes locked on my face.

"Please..." I begged

"Not yet" He cut me off sharply. "You are here for fun and I am going to give you fun. I am going to ruin you for any other man and before I am done today, my cock will be the only thing you are craving" He declared.

I nodded, believing him completely.

I wondered where he had been all my life and if this was just some dream but another slap to my sensitive core brought me out of my thoughts and with clarity I realized that this was no dream.

I felt his fingers curl into my panties and I sucked in my breath, soon they met the same fate as my dress but I was already past caring about anything other than how much I wanted the pleasure he was offering me and how desperately I wanted to cum.

"Your pussy is hungry for me but not yet, naughty girl" He whispered, driving one finger into me.

My back arched like a bow while he finger-fucked me with one finger first and then two.

He went down, licking the insides of my thigh before settling warm tongue on my clit, rotating in circles around it and then drawing my clitoris up into his mouth like it was some lollipop.

Pressure began pooling in my abdomen and I began moaning and yessing with every breath in my body. With one hand going in and out of me and another holding my bucking hips, he sucked me like I was his favorite candy and he suddenly had a craving for it.

I could feel the shivers ricocheting all over my spine and then a loud buzz in my ears right before I began shaking and one thrust of his fingers are all I need before I came violently, screaming at the top of my voice.

He brought his head up, mouth dripping with my juices and then he grinned, running a delicate hand over my swollen bud.

"Fuck" I breathed, shaking with my eyes glazed and a stupid expression on my face.

"You will come for me again, baby girl" He assured me, rising to his feet.

My eyes trailed to the huge bulge in his pants and I watched as he undressed revealing his hardness.

"Please" I begged brazenly.

"When you ask like that" He smiled, sliding the whole length of himself into my parted legs.

"Fuck" He groaned, his eyes glazing over. "So tight" He panted.

I arched my back, meeting him thrust for thrust with my hips... matching every demanding stroke.

He jerked once, a loud groan escaping his lips right before he spilled in me.

"Fuck, I did not use protection" He commented, reaching for the ropes around my wrists.

"I am on the pills" I told him.

He smiled, the relief evident on his face.

"I enjoyed this, Rachael" He whispered into my ear, nibbling slightly.

"I did too" I sighed in content

I closed my eyes, drifting into a satisfied sleep.