Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
So I’ve been fucking my roommate’s dad for a while now. We keep it secret, but it’s more than just fucking. I’ve been wallet fucking him, too, pretty hard, trying to match my bank account to what he spends on his spoiled little princess. He loves the way I make him cum, I don’t doubt that, but for the last three weeks, he’s been able to successfully avoid me. This weekend, my roommate mentioned she was staying with her parents and asked if I wanted to tag along.
They have this incredible pool and free food, which is essential to broke college girls. I said yes, but for a much different reason than she could imagine.
Don’t Avoid Me
We got to the house, and her mom greeted us with open arms, but when she asked where her dad was, her mom waved her hand, “You know how he is. Can’t ever pull him away from his desk.” I smiled, thinking I knew one surefire way to make him stop working, but I kept my lips shut. We went to her room to put on our bikinis (and dump a load of clothing in the watering machine.) I slipped into my candy apple red suit. I know it’s his favorite color, which was sure to pull his focus.
Usually, when I visit with my roommate, her dad is quick to hang out with us, giving me sneaky smiles and carefully touching me when no one is looking. It felt strange to be in his space without him. He didn’t come out to the pool once! But I did see his shadow from his office window every time I looked over. He was watching me but was managing to keep his distance. That just wouldn’t do. Kayla refuses to be avoided.
After the pool, we had dinner and watched a movie, and he never appeared. It was getting pretty annoying, to be honest, and I was itching to get my hands on him. As soon as my roommate fell asleep, I slipped downstairs to his home office. The door was shut, but I could see the light from under the door. I pushed it open, unlocked, of course, and slipped inside. Closing it behind me. He spun around and leaned back in his chair.
Kayla Craves Attention
“Kayla, ah, what are you doing here?” He pulled off the glasses he used when looking at the screen for too long, and his hungry gaze skimmed up my bare legs. I only wore a pair of tiny, baggy cotton shorts and a tight little crop top tank top.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” My hands were behind my back, and the sound was loud when I flicked the lock into place. He sighed heavily and put his glasses on the desk.
“We can’t keep doing this. I just… can’t.” He may have been spending the last three weeks trying to behave, but the time away only made me hungrier for his cock and greedier for his wallet. I moved across the office and straddled his lap. Even as his mouth said no, his hands skimmed up my thighs, and he gripped my ass tight, just under the hem of the fabric. My lips sought his, and he kissed me back. Knowing he wouldn’t deny me, I started to open his slacks. His cock was harder than it had ever been for me, and I chuckled into his kiss.
“You need me, Daddy.” I purred over his lips as I started to stroke him. The tip of my nose brushed along his as I kept teasing him. “Say you won’t avoid me anymore. Say you’ll give me everything I want.”
“Kayla,” His voice was strained as I stroked him closer to the first orgasm I’d give him tonight. My hand squeezed tighter, and I sat up tall on his lap. Showing off my stiff nipples, stretching my thin tank top.
“Say it!”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357