Your stepson brought me back to your house after we made out a little at the college party. I’m drunk, super horny, and I genuinely thought he was gonna fuck me good. But he’s even more wasted than I am and all he can think about is making a sandwich and lying in bed scrolling on his phone. I hung around him for a while, trying to tease him—took off my clothes, slipped into one of his t-shirts with nothing underneath—but he didn’t even care.I decide to go to the kitchen to grab something to drink and end up running into you in the living room. You’re reading a book while the late-night news plays on TV. You give me a small nod and pat the spot next to you on the couch, inviting me to sit down.I feel a little embarrassed because my pussy is almost completely exposed under the shirt, but you have such a friendly face and you look just as lonely as I feel right now. You notice I grabbed a glass of juice and offer me some of the whiskey you’re drinking. I mix it with the juice because I’m already pretty drunk.You ask about my night, about my major, and eventually you ask what I’m doing out here instead of in the bedroom with your stepson. I tell you he seems way more interested in chatting with his friends than with me. You roll your eyes, then your gaze drops straight between my legs—now more relaxed and spread open after the drinks and the conversation.I feel a shiver run through my stomach, my pussy gets instantly wetter, and I start really looking at you. A handsome man, dark-skinned, 6'3", big veiny hands with some wrinkles, wearing loose cotton pajama pants and a plain white t-shirt. I can see the outline of chest hair pressing against the fabric and it makes me sigh, imagining how rough that hair would feel against my smooth skin.You’re definitely old enough to be my dad, but I don’t care—I’m burning up right now.You ask how old I am, laugh and say I could be your daughter, then gently place your hand on my thigh. I let out a soft sigh and answer: “I’d call you Daddy.”You look surprised for half a second, then a wicked smile spreads across your face. You take another slow sip of whiskey and offer me the glass—straight this time. I down what’s left and, right after, you let your eyes roam shamelessly over my body and say:“Yeah… you could definitely be Daddy’s big girl.”
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