Fucking Faith’s Dad – story 15

I’d been working at the brothel for almost three months. With the exception of a condom that broke three weeks after I started I hadn’t had bareback sex since I started working. It was for the best my sister, Katie, said but I missed the feeling of hot cum inside me.

I met up with Faith and Andy for a drink near their apartment. I’d already fucked both of them at a sex party I’d been too at their apartment (see story 9) and I’d had half dozen threesomes with them since.

I had a few too many drinks and we went back to their apartment. When the door closed I grabbed Faith around the waist and kissed her, probing her mouth with my tongue. I felt Andy press his cock against my arse from behind. I could feel through his trousers and my dress and my pussy started to get wet. Finally I was going to get some cum inside me.

“Sorry,” Faith said pushing me away. “My Dad’s in the spare room. He and my Mom are getting divorced. He’s looking for a house.”

“Shit,” I moaned.

“You’ll have to sleep on the sofa.”

We walked into the living room, Faith gave me a t-shirt and a blanket and she and Andy disappeared for the night. I pulled off my dress and removed my bra. I few minutes later I was wearing the t-shirt , my little black panties and I was trying to get some sleep. I was startled when a light came on in the kitchen area. I looked behind me and saw Faith’s Dad stood in the kitchen making a drink.

“You want to make me one,” I said in a low voice. I stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

“Hi,” he said quietly. “Emm, Who are you?”

“Lucy. I’m a friend of Faith’s. I’m on the sofa.”

“And you’re Fqith’s Dad?’

“Michael,” he said.

“Nice to meet you.”

He looked over my shoulder and saw the blanket. “You ok there?”

“It’s not very comfortable” I replied.

I walked around the counter and stood next to him as he made another cup of hot chocolate for me. He was about 6ft tall, really good looking and muscular. A lot better than the guys I’d been fucking a work.

“Faith said you were getting divorced?” I asked.

“Yes. We’ve been separated for 6 months. I’m moving down to London for my job.”

We stood and drank our hot chocolates and chatted in low voices so as not to wake up Faith and Andy.

When we finished he said, “Why don’t you take the bed and I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

I smiled. “We could just share the bed,” I suggested.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. You’re a friend of my daughters and we don’t really know each other.”

I stepped closer and brushed my fingers up a long his cock. It hardened immediately. “We’re both adults,” I smiled.

He stood there a little stunned so I stood on my tiptoes, grabbed his head and pulled his lips down to mine.