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Stan wasn't sure how he had gotten into this situation, but he was thanking as many deities as he could remember.
It wasnt that you were looking to seduce the old man, it just kind of happened. A happy coincidence of circumstances. Really outside your control in all honesty. Sure, you didn’t “technically” need to take your shirt off to do the dishes but Stan didn’t seem to mind when you stripped off after it got wet from a sink full of suds. Not your fault you were wearing a lacy little number that made your tits look especially inviting. If anything it was Stan’s fault! That sink was way too full of hot water. The way he looked at you didn’t help matters either. Those eyes that snuck lusty glances at your behind. So really you were free and clear to do as you pleased.
“Oh, whoa, toots, you sure know how to make an old man blush. Gonna be the death of me!” Stan teased, his soapy hands gesturing to your abandoned shirt.
You smiled back wickedly, mischief already afoot. ”Oh? I thought it would take more than a fine pair of tits to scandalize the great Mr. Mystery! Besides, with everyone out of the house I feel like I can let loose a little. Really get in some of that summer magic I was gunning for.”
You settle in beside him, grabbing the hand towel draped over his large shoulder. He was really way too sexy for his own good. His white t-shirt stretched over massive biceps, his expansive back flexing while he continued to wash dishes. You wondered what he would look like bending you over the sink, sex and sweat dripping down on you. You felt a sharp pang throb between your legs. You were staring with a rather obscene look on your face.
“You ok, sweetpea?” Stan chuckled darkly. He playfully bumped his hip into your side. ”Trying to get me to do all the work? Well not on my watch!”
“Watch it old man, or I’ll really be the death of you.” You waggled your eyebrows with a giggle.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, sweet cheeks.” He smiled, his eyes looking over your newly exposed torso greedily. He handed you a dish to dry and cleared his throat. “How about after this we have a drink?”
“Only if it’s shots! I’m trying to get belligerent while the kids are out.” You jest, returning Stanley’s earlier hip bump.
“You trying to get me drunk, kid?”
“Well how else could I take advantage of you?” The words slip out before you can stop yourself. Luckily Stan just leers at you suggestively.
“Oh, You wouldn’t need any booze for that, honey.” Stan pulls the plug in the sink. The air is suddenly thick with innuendo. Thankfully Stan grabs a bottle and some shot glasses from a cabinet above the sink.
“Hope you like Whiskey. All we got right now.” He pours out the shots and offers you one. “To the great view!” He cheers, eyeing up your ample chest.
“Here, Here...” You murmur before downing the brown liquor. It burns on the way down but you try to save face. “Another bar keep!”
Stan looks at you with a glint of mischief. “Whatever the lady desires.” He jokes
The 2nd shot goes down better. Stan fills the glasses once more without being asked. The two of you slam down your shots, never breaking eye contact. Suddenly it feels very hot. An electric current seems to be pulsing through your bodies. The whiskey is already working it’s magic. Your limbs are buzzing and you can't resist the urge to lick your lips. Stan seems transfixed on your mouth, following the movement of your tongue. His face flushes red as his mind races with dirty thoughts.
“Uh, you want another or maybe …” Stan swallows. “Or maybe there’s something else I can get for ya?”
You take a shuddery breath. Whether it was the liquid courage or the ache between your thighs, You fling yourself against his body. His surprised eyes quickly dilate with desire as you kiss him hard. Your hands grip his neck desperate for his mouth, tongue searching for entrance. You had to taste him. His large hands grip your backside brazenly, squeezing till it almost hurts. Almost. You both moan as you suck on his tongue and break the kiss with a pop.
For half a second all that is heard is heavy breathing, a line of saliva connecting your mouths. It felt incredibly filthy. Both of you knew where this was headed.
“You sure this is alright?” Stan’s voice is a whisper in your ear, his breath hot.
You respond by kissing his neck, teeth scraping along his stubble. You suckle at the tender flesh under his ear and bite playfully. There would definitely be a mark. “More than alright.”
“Oh you like to play rough, huh, baby?” He half snarls while spanking the underside of your plump ass. You did like it rough. You hoped he would spank you again. The loud smack sound blends with the moan you release against the side of his neck. Your fingertips rake across his back and trace the bottom of his t-shirt, teasing him with the possibilities.
He pushes you against the table, lips searching. It’s his turn to explore your mouth, all tongue. Stan pulls away with your lip in between his teeth, nibbling before he lets go. ‘Dear god this old man knows what he is doing’ The throbbing between your legs is impossible to ignore. You said you wanted some summer magic, right? So what if you’ve only known Stan for 2 weeks and he’s twice your age. That’s why it’s hot. And fuck, it was hot. Before you overthink it you begin to pull up on his shirt, the need to feel him consuming your senses.
“Stan, I-I need it.” You feel a hot blush spread on your cheeks at your uninhibited request. The older man looks down at you, his eyes clouded with want. He positions his knee between your legs, putting pressure on your sensitive clit.
“What do you need, baby?”Stan grinds his knee against you, making you whimper.
“I need you. I need…” you gasp unable to finish as he tweaks a nipple through your bra.
“Now come on, baby girl, you need to tell Daddy what it is you want.” Stan slid his tongue up your neck nipping all the way.
Oh god. So this is how it’s gonna go. You grind down on his leg trying to relieve this incessant throbbing. “ I need Daddy’s cock.”
“What do you want with Daddy’s cock, sugar?” He growls into your shoulder. His bulge pressing firmly into your thigh. He wasn’t going to make this easy and you loved every second of it.
“I want your cock so deep inside me I scream. I want it so bad, Daddy” You are so turned on you don’t even care how obscene you look humping his leg. It was the truth, you needed that dick and needed it now.
“Please, Daddy, please.” You whine while pulling at his shirt. He palms himself through his pants with a groan.
“Oh, baby, I love it when you beg like that. Daddy will treat you right.” He bites into your neck softly, fingers grabbing at your breasts. He reaches inside the thin fabric and pulls them out of the lace to rest lewdly on top of the garment. You shiver as he kisses and bites his way down to take your nipples in his hot mouth, his big hands rubbing small circles on your shoulders.
“Ah, fuck baby, I’ve wanted to do this since I saw ya. These gorgeous tits in my mouth...”
All you can do is whimper at his attention. You slide your hands under his shirt needing to feel him. He gasps loudly as your hands rake through his thick chest hair grazing over his own hardening nipples.
“fuck!” He curses as you tweak them, your other hand wandering down his belly and hooking under the waistband of his pants. He leans up just enough to look you in your eyes. He looked lost to lust. It drove you mad.
“I want it bad. I’ve wanted it for so long now. Please give it to me Daddy. Give me that cock. I need it inside me.” You babble desperately into his ear. “Fuck me right here. I’ll be so good for you Daddy.” You grab his clothed dick and squeeze trying to prove yourself to him.
“Fuck I love it when you beg.” he growls low in his chest. “I’ll give it to you baby.”
You stare down at Stan undoing his fly, the sound of the zipper releasing sending shots of excitement through your body. His boxers peek through where his dick is tenting them. You can see the base of his cock where the boxers strain against him. The sneak peak of his girth makes you soak through your panties. You unconsciously rub yourself through your shorts.
“Oh Stan, you’re so big.” You gasp out, teeth clenched as you rub yourself in just the right way.
“Here sugar, let me help you with that.” He chuckles. In one swift tug he has your shorts around your ankles. You yelp happily, stepping out of them. Stan reaches in between your legs tracing your pussy lips over your wet panties.
“This is all for me, Baby girl? Christ that’s hot.” He pulls your panties to the side and thrusts a large finger inside you with no warning.
“Oh Fuck, Daddy! Yes, please fill me up. I need it. I need it so bad.” You can't help squealing as you grind down on his hand. You desperately shove your hand down his pants to grab at his erection. Its heat and length, making you moan. He kisses you hard and groans into your mouth.
“Turn around.” It’s an order. Your insides jump from arousal as you oblige. His large calloused hands grab your hips roughly while he rubs his hard cock against your ass. There would be bruises .“You want this baby? You want Daddy’s cock inside you?”
“It’s all I want. I want it so bad. Please. I’m just Daddy’s cock slut. Please..” You whine and bend forward across the table to get the point across.
“Jesus.” You feel Stan take a fistful of your panties in hand, guiding you to where he wants you. Suddenly his hot cock is teasing your entrance, his small thrusts sending shock waves straight to your clit. “Tell me, Tell me again how bad you want this dick.” He goans out as he wets himself on your juices.
“Oh fuck, Daddy, pl-pl-pleeaase- I need it. I ne-need it in my pussy so bad. I’m just Daddy’s cock whore.” You blabber senselessly while trying to shove his dick inside you.
“Good Girl.” He sinks into you fully all the way to the hilt. You both groan loudly. You are blissed out by the feeling of fullness and grind down on him, feeling his balls pressed against your lips.
“So tight, you are so tight for me, baby.” Stan pulls out all the way to slam right back into you. “Is this what you wanted? Yeah,Take it. Take Daddy’s cock.” He tightens his grip on your ruined panties while giving you a hard slap on the ass. You scream in delight in response.
“I asked you a question, sugar.” he spanks you again, enjoying the way you further tighten around him.
“Y-yes. It’s all I w-want. I want your cock in my-my whore pussy, Daddy!” You stagger out as the pace of his thrusts quicken. He spanks you again
“Fuck, that’s right baby, your Daddy’s little slut. You’re doing so well taking me all the way. Bet you've been thinking about this while you touch yourself. That’s what you’ve been doing in that room late at night with all of us here. Fucking filthy.” he leans over you to snarl into your ear.
The dirty talk is sending you over the edge. You lean over the table, the sensations of your panties digging into your hips and thighs putting you into gloriously helpless hysterics. You moan as the pressure builds in waves.
“Daddy..please….” You choke out through frantic sobs. He stops suddenly, the tip of his dick rubbing your cervix.
“Tell Daddy what you think about. Tell me every detail.”
“Fuck-think about tasting your cock, making me gag on it.” You feel yourself gush around him. “I wanted you to take me--hood of your car while-while…”You close your eyes too ashamed to finish.
“While what, baby?” Stan buck his hip hitting your g spot perfectly, reminding you of what you're missing.
“While Ford watches. I want you to fuck my brains out in front of your brother. Taking turns with me. Filling me up and using me like a fuck toy. Covering me in hot cum. I’m sorry Daddy, I’m sorry. I’m such a whore. I just want to be used up.” You sob out, just wanting to get fucked into.
He pulls out of you, ripping you out of your panties. You don’t have enough time to comprehend the loss of his cock before he spins you around to face him. Your cheeks burn and you can feel your slick dripping down your thighs. You gather the courage to look him in the eye. He is looking back at you, mouth open, breathing heavy. He lunges at you, crushing you into a hard kiss.
“Good girl.” He lifts you just enough for your ass to be on the table, legs spread. ”You look so good right now, baby.” He lines himself up once more and slams into you hard and fast. “Daddy’s little whore.” You grab his shoulders to steady yourself as the new position overcomes you. Sloppy wet sounds fill the kitchen while you gasp out for breath.
He leans his head into the crook of your neck “Touch yourself. Show me what you do while you think about me an’ Ford fucking you raw. Tell Daddy how you want to be used up.”
You happily oblige and shove your fingers over your tender clit. Your moan reverberates around the small room. You close your eyes again, lost in the fantasy.
“I w-want you to push me to my knees while I s-suck you both off, taking turns shoving your cocks down my throat. Make me choke." You shiver at the thought. “ I want you to t-take me while Ford fucks my mouth. Hands pulling my hair, telling me how dirty I am while he face fucks me. Fuck!” You feel the beginning of your orgasm creep over you.
“Fuck baby, you just got so tight” Stan’s hips slam in and out of your wet folds erratically. “What else you want, baby?”
You open your eyes and search for one of his large hands, guiding it to wrap around your neck. “Choke me, Daddy, take what you want from me.”
Stan snaps his face up to look you in your eyes. “You sure baby?” he asks permission.
With your hand over his, you show him the right amount of pressure. “Just like that, Oh god, like that. Daddy is fucking me so good. I wanna cum on your cock pleasepleaseplease” Your other hand is going wild on your clit.
“Fuck, this is hot.” Stan looks down at you, desperate and begging. His hand gently squeezing your neck. He angles his hips just so to better hit your g spot and just like that you are undone.
“Fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming on your cock, Daddy!” You scream, hips bucking wildly.
“Shit, me to baby! Where you want it?” Stan's eyes are closed tight, face scrunched tight.
“Inside. Please, please please. Cum inside meeee!!” You grab his shirt with your free hand, climaxing as he pumps you full of hot cum with a loud grunt.
He shudders and leans down on top of you, releasing your neck . For just a moment you both are still, chests heaving and sweaty. You start to giggle softly.
“What’s so funny toots?” Stan leans up on his elbow to look down at you.
“I guess I’m exposed as a terrible pervert” You cover your face with a hand. “Like, fucking hell Stan. That was incredible and really, really dirty.”
He moves your hand away and leans in for a kiss. “No lying about that, you are a pervert. Luckily, so am I, baby.” He waggles his eyebrows with a smirk.
With a groan and a pop of his back , Stan stands up. His eyes take you in, seeing his handy work of hickies and bruises. He pauses when he comes to your thoroughly fucked hole, now oozing his jizz. “Ah, shit kid, guess we really didn’t talk about the logistics.”
You dip your fingers inside yourself “It’s ok, I’m on the pill. No babies coming out of me anytime soon.” You bring your soiled fingers up to your mouth for a taste. “Besides, I've been wanting this creampie for 2 weeks. Really doing it for me actually.”
“You are one freaky chick.” He laughs while putting his dick back in his pants. “Uh, sorry about the undies, toots. I’ll get you another pair, maybe something strappy.” His toothy smile leering at the idea.
With a little hop, you get off the table. Your legs are shaky but you manage to scoop up your shorts and make your way to the laundry room. He fucked you hard and you would be feeling this for the next couple of days. You look down at your chest and spot no insignificant amounts of bruises. You would need something to cover them up with before the kids come home. Or Ford. Oh god! You told him about wanting to fuck him and his brother.
Almost like he read your mind Stan came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. “Maybe you can borrow one of Ford’s turtlenecks. Bet that would get you off, eh, toots?” he teased.
“I'm not gonna apologize for the freaky shit I like, Stan, but if we could just keep that particular tidbit just between the two of us, It would make looking at your brother less embarrassing.” You huff
He kisses you on the top of your head. “No promises!”
“Stan!”
“OK, ok, ok. I won’t tell him. Today.” He smiles wide as he dodges your playful punch.
“Well next time, you will have to tell me an incredibly incriminating fantasy so we are even.” You make your way to the bathroom, desperately in need of a shower.
“Next time, eh?” Stan looks very pleased with himself. Arms crossed against his large chest.
“Good luck getting rid of me now. Magical Summer vacation starts now!” You jab a finger into his sternum. “So get ready!”
“Yes ma’am.”