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I stay in the kitchen for a moment to collect myself. I try hard to calm my breathing, but the tears that previously pricked at my eyes suddenly fall at the sound of the door closing and Dan leaving.

I want to call out for him to stay, but I know that’d be inappropriate. As badly as I want him, I also don’t want to lose this family – especially my best friend, Molly.

At the thought of Molly, I finally calm down and feel more grounded. Whatever happens with Dan will have to remain a secret, because Molly has provided my with a friendship that I won’t allow myself to lose.

I go up to her room after fixing my skirt. My pussy is still throbbing and wet from Dan’s brief touch.

“Molly!” I call out as I open her bedroom door.

She’s sprawled out on her bed, already in her go to tank top and pajama pant combo for sleeping, listening to music on her headphones. She’s completely spaced out so I know she doesn’t hear me.

I smile, then run towards her and leap on top of her.

Molly shouts then starts laughing as I tickle her sides beneath her breasts where I know she is most ticklish.

I’m still so turned on by her dad, that I can’t help but feel a bit excited as she writhes beneath me, completely at my mercy.

As I tickle her and she playfully tries to fight me off, I let my hands lightly graze the sides of her perky size B breasts.

I straddle her to hold her down, and as she bucks up her hips to try and throw me off I enjoy the feeling of her pressing against my already sensitive mound.

Molly is athletic so soon she overpowers me and flips me onto the bed, where she pins down my wrists and holds me still.

She is panting and still laughing as she looks down at me.

“You caught me off guard, you little cheater,” she jokes.

“You just looked so vulnerable and unaware, what else was I supposed to do?” I ask innocently.

Molly climbs off of me, and helps me sit up. The Ankara escort rest of the night goes on like most of our sleepovers.

We eat pizza, watch movies, share some gossip, then eventually go get comfy in her bed. Her brother, Brandon, never comes home like his mother said he would so we leave the extra pizza on the counter for him just in case.

Molly is clearly tired and starts dozing off pretty quickly, but I’m wide awake.

Soon, her breathing slows into a steady rhythm and she falls asleep. I wait in the bed for about thirty more minutes, before I finally get the courage to slip out and head back downstairs.

I wish I had brought some pretty pajamas with me, if I had known tonight would be the night Dan would finally notice me I would have. Instead I’m in my oversized white t-shirt and a pair of light pink panties.

I get comfortable on the couch, and pull a blanket onto myself and wait.

The room is dark and quiet as I wait. My earlier energy starts to fade as time slips by, and I feel my eyelids grow heavy.

Before I know it, I’m deeply asleep.

I’m a heavy sleeper, so the sound of the front door opening does nothing to pull me from my slumber.

The feeling of my blanket being pulled away does nothing but cause me to shiver.

The sensation of a large hand feeling it’s way all the way from my slender calf to my soft thigh, still does nothing to awaken me.

“Get. Your. Hands. Off. Of. Her!” The menacing voice breaks through my unconscious mind and stirs me.

I blink my eyes open slowly, and try to make sense of what I see before me.

Brandon is on his knees beside the couch, looking towards someone else with eyes wide in fear. His hands are up in the air like he was caught doing something wrong.

I slowly start to sit up, when suddenly Dan comes marching towards Brandon.

His face looks hardened. His expression is so threatening that I recoil away from his Ankara escort bayan approach.

“Get up and go to your room now, Brandon. I’ll deal with you tomorrow,” Dan demands.

Brandon gets up and backs away from Dan, who is now next to the couch. It’s as though he’s putting himself between me and Brandon. I can’t figure out why.

“I’m sorry, Dad, I just -“

“Go,” Dan barks.

Brandon retreats upstairs quickly, not saying another word. Not until his bedroom door closes, does the tension in Dan’s body seem to release.

He gets onto his knees and looks me over, worry now replacing the previous anger that was in his eyes.

“Are you okay,” he asks as he looks over my body.

“I’m fine, what’s going on?”

“I walked in on Brandon with his hands all over you.”

“What?” I feel all the color drain from my face, “why…why would he do that?”

“Oh Steph, do you not know how desirable you are?”

I shake my head in disbelief.

“Don’t worry, my son won’t be touching you again, I’ll make sure of that. You’re mine.”

His final two words echo in my head and I feel my cheeks begin to blush.

Could he really want me as badly as I’ve always wanted him?

As if reading my mind, Dan begins to answer my unspoken question.

“I’ve wanted you for so long. I’ve fought my urges because I knew it’d be wrong. But I can’t fight them any longer. Hearing you call me sir with such desire dripping from your voice sent me over the edge. I almost fucked you right there in the kitchen, consequences be damned.”

As Dan spoke, he gently scooped me up from the couch. His strong arms cradled me so effortlessly as he walked me up the stairs and into his bedroom. He locked the door behind us, then carefully laid me onto the bed.

“My wife is sleeping at the hotel we reserved for the night. I told her that I had to check on things at the office and that I’d be back in the morning to take Escort Ankara her to breakfast. So, before this goes further, I need to know. Is this what you want?”

I can’t believe he even has to ask, but I’m grateful for his thoughtfulness.

“I want you, sir, please.”

My words come out with a strange desperation. Being on a bed with him, in only a t-shirt and panties, I feel alive and ready.

“Good girl. But, first, you need a little punishment.”

His tone change surprises me, I can’t think of any reason I’d need to be punished.

“You were a bad girl, weren’t you? You should’ve woken up the second Brandon started touching you. You belong to me now, I won’t tolerate anyone else laying a finger on you,” Dan scolded.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I pleaded.

“Sorry isn’t enough. Come here.”

Dan sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his lap.

I crawl over to him, wondering what he wants me to do.

He grabs me and lays me stomach down across his lap. I can feel that his cock is already hard and it excites me.

Dan lightly rubs my ass, then smacks it hard.

“I don’t blame only you, so I wont have to punish you too hard. But should something like this happen again, I’ll really make this hurt.”

With that, Dan begins spanking me. His slaps onto my ass are firm and painful. I can’t imagine it being worse than this, so I make a pledge to myself to never make him any angrier.

After about ten slaps, Dan pauses to rub my pussy through my panties.

I let out a deep moan, then he starts spanking me again. Just like that he alternated between slaps and rubbing my wet pussy.

The pleasure and pain start to blend together and I feel myself nearing release.

I’ve never orgasmed from another person’s touch and the build up is almost too much to bare.

“Cum for me.” Dan demands.

At his words, my body explodes.

It was as though it knew to wait for his permission.

I see stars and my body rocks on his lap.

As I orgasm, he continues to rub my clit through my panties, causing aftershocks to rock through my body.

“Mmm, such a good little slut. We are going to have fun.”

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