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Pleasuring my dad's best friend

In this contemporary romance, a young woman finds herself drawn into a provocative and high-stakes dynamic with a man from her father's inner circle. As she explores an intimate connection with her dad's closest friend, she must navigate the complex boundaries of loyalty and desire. The story follows their secret evolution from family acquaintances to passionate lovers, testing the limits of their social ties while exploring a forbidden attraction.
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Chapter 1

Eliana's pov

"Mmmh...yes daddy! Yes! Just like that!" I moaned as my dad's best friend kept slamming into my pussy. I tried to stop myself from being so loud but the pleasure was so intense.

"Moan for daddy, don't hold back." He whispered in my ear. His thrusts got even faster, I was so close to climax. He massaged my clit with his thumb as he pounded into me. Each thrust, knocking breath out of me and pleasure intensified until I could no longer hold back.

“You're so tight, baby. So tight I want to fuck you so hard and shoot my load in you."

"Yes daddy. I want that too." I said breathlessly. This was something I had always wanted. I wanted every part of him—including his cum.

"I'm gonna come, daddy!" He spanked my ass and pinched my nipple, making me moan so loud.The sound of our flesh slapping together as we fucked drove me even closer to climax.

"Good girl, come once more for daddy." That was all the command my body needed. I convulsed, the intensity of it was even greater than the first. My vision blurred, my senses stopped working, every ounce of my being was seized by the come I was having.

I could feel he was close too. He was fucking with reckless abandon, not calculated thrusts. His breathing uneven, few moans escaped him as he pounded his way to climax. He gave one last, hard thrust and then bucked, shooting his cum into me—the condom. Then he collapsed on me, weak from satisfaction and then rolled over.

I developed a huge crush on him since I was a girl. I tried telling him about my feelings one time, but it didn't end well. He saw me as a kid—still does. Little Eli this, little Eli that. But now, we were having mind-blowing sex at his party.

_How it all started_

I played with my clit in my room while I imagined Scott— my dad's best friend fucking me. A knock on the door snapped me back to reality. Great! For someone who knows nothing but my fingers and vibrators, these imaginations were wild.

"Your dress has arrived Eliana, come try it out. Hurry so whatever adjustments need to be made, would be done before the party!" My Susan shouted from the door.

"Yes aunt." I replied as I hurriedly brushed my hair. If I show up looking like a mess, she might have a heart attack. She's obsessed with my appearance.

It was my crush— my dad's best friend's birthday. I hadn't seen him in a while, I could not wait to see him again. Maybe now he'll see me differently, as a woman, hopefully. If not, then what I've planned will make him change his mind.

I tried on the dress, it was lovely, stunning actually but it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted something provocative…sexually provocative. I already had something in mind.

"You look stunning my dear. You've grown into a beautiful young lady." My aunt praised me. I couldn't stop myself from blushing. "I'd have to keep my eyes open. I know a lot of boys would be chasing after you, but we're going to pick only the best." I smiled and agreed. Who's we?

Who cares about boys, anyways? I just want Mr. Blackwell, my dad's best friend. "Alright, go continue whatever you were doing. We'll be heading to Mr. Blackwell's party venue in two hours."

"Yes aunt." Continue what I was doing...no way. If I did, my sheets would get soaked because of all the wetness of my pussy. I needed some control over my thoughts, at least before the party. Two hours till I get to see the man that stars in my dreams.

_Two hours later_

"Eliana! Eliana! What's keeping you in there?" My aunt kept pounding at my door, ordering me to come out.

"I don't feel too well, aunt. I don't think I'll be attending. If I feel better, I'll ask Santiago to take me to the party."

"What's wrong sweetie?"

"My stomach...it hurts." I replied, trying so hard to sound like I was in pain.

"I could stay with you if you want." Awwwn! So sweet of her but no, that'll ruin my plan.

"No aunt, go ahead, enjoy the party and tell me all about it when you get home."

"Fine. Call me if you need me, I'll be here before you know it."

“I will. Thanks aunt.”

With that, she left the house and headed to the party. Now I can actually attend the party the way I want, like a full grown woman, ripe enough for male attention.

Dressed in a black sparkly dress, slit on the side, strapless and fitted on my body, exposing my full beautiful breasts. I ordered an Uber, I didn't want anyone knowing I was at the party. I headed out, covered in big fluffy coat in case anyone sees me. Hopefully, they'd ignore the hairdo and heels.

Thankfully, I got out without getting noticed, got into the Uber waiting out for me and was off to the location. I informed my friend Casey that I was heading out to a party and would like her to tell my aunt I was at her place if she called.

I slid a mask on and headed for the entrance. "Your invitation, miss." One of the security said while staring at my boobs and then my thighs, visible from the slit on the left side of the dress. Good thing I forwarded a copy of the invitation to my phone. I showed it to them. They let me in, not before wishing me a splendid evening. Of course I plan to have a very good evening.

I walked into the hall, heads turned, whispers could be heard. It's not everyday a female attends a normal party, masked and sexy as hell.

Mr. Blackwell was at the far corner, speaking with my dad, going over now would be a wrong decision.

Suddenly, his gaze shifted, our eyes met. There was something in his eyes, something I couldn't quite grasp—interest maybe.

Breaking eye contact, I grabbed a glass of champagne as the server walked by, wondering if Mr. Blackwell would still look with such intensity if he knew who I was.

"Good evening, miss." A calm voice said from behind me. I turned around to find a brown haired guy, smiling, awaiting a response.

"Good evening."

"I'm Ashton Dexter, you?" I don't care who you are silly!

I don't need your attention. Would he just move away already?

"Nice to meet you." I replied, ignoring the fact he had asked for my name as well. I'm on a mask so obviously I want no one to know who I am—duh!

"So, what is a beautiful lady such as you doing at a party all alone?" He had got to be kidding me! Beautiful? Half of my face is covered, dude. Beautiful, more like beautiful breasts and curves because he couldn't see my face.

"I prefer being left alone... that's why." I hope he'd get the message and leave me the fuck alone. He continued. He would go away but no, now, he was awakening my annoyance.

"I believe the lady is not interested in whatever you" A voice ordered, startling me. I can't believe it! It's Mr Blackwell. His stare was so intense, I could barely breathe. Had he come over to this side of the room. His eyes lingered on my breasts and then returned his gaze to my face, trying to see if he'd recognize me. Of course not, I'm wearing a mask, I'm safe.

"Have we met before?”

"Yes." That is true but I can't tell him how or when now, can I?for good. I'm grateful I didn't stutter.

"Where?" What should I say? I didn't prepare a lie for this question.

"At an auction. My family aren't in attendance tonight, I'm here on their behalf." I lied shamelessly. It seems Casey's influence was beginning to rub off on me— Having a good

"I see...we could talk for a while if you don't mind. There's a VIP room by the hallway." Mr. Blackwell suggested, his eyes focused on my chest as he spoke.

"Sure." I replied in a hurry. I was already loving how this was going!

My heart beat sped up. He was actually looking at me like a man looks at a woman he wants, all because of a mask.

The room was just a few steps away from the party hall. He opened the door for me, I got in, the room was lovely. It screamed luxury. I'm used to luxury but this was on another level. I went over to the bed and sat there, making sure to expose more of my thighs.

"So, mind telling me your name?" Mr. Blackwell asked, loosening his tie.

"I do not plan to reveal my identity just yet"' I wasn't about to tell him my name and everything. "What is it you want to talk about?" I asked, feigning ignorance, while my heart was beating rapidly in excitement and fear. He looked a little pissed. What if all he wants to do is talk?

"I think you know exactly why I brought you here.” He moved closer, his stare intense. “You probably heard a lot about me—my sexual activities." Staring at his pants, I could see his desire. He’s huge. "Are you denying it?" Everything was going as planned!

"No! no, I'm not. I just..." I trailed off as his stare became one of obvious hunger.

“Undress for me.” He didn't have to ask twice. I undressed slowly—seductively. Unzipping the dress, exposing my breasts. The only thing holding the dress to my body were my hips.

Switching my hips to each side, I pushed down the dress till it gathered at my feet. His sharp intake of breath made me smile inwardly. He wanted me.

He moved even closer, his hands grabbed my boobs, then my ass. Every touch sent shivers down my spine.

“Take off your mask." His tone was soft but it wasn't a statement, it was a command.

"The mask stays. This will be a one time thing, no need to get familiar with my face." I had to hold my ground. Memories of what happened the day I had tried to kiss him, flashed in my head. Silly me was having a daydream where I was kissing him and ended up trying to kiss him. His reprimand still stings.

“How old are you?" He asked. I'm eighteen—of course I can't tell him that! Has he somehow figured it out?

"I'm twenty two." I lied shamelessly. I can't possibly ruin my chance by telling the truth. Besides, he looked a bit disappointed with my age. I should have said twenty-five or maybe thirty.

"Very young." Then he stared at me for a few seconds. "Are you clean?"

"I have my medical report with me if you'd like to take a look at it." I, Eliana Garcia came prepared. My medical report is in my purse and I altered the name on it.

Somehow, I knew I was going to have him today. I know the kind of attention my body attracts and Mr. Blackwell is known to be a playboy—"playman."

"No need." How could he be so trusting? I could have been lying. But he reached for something in a drawer and I understood why...

He undressed so quickly and slipped on a condom. “On your back. Put your knees up and spread those legs for me.” I obeyed immediately.

Hovering over me, he kissed me, a hot passionate kiss fueled by sexual hunger. His fingers slipped into my pussy, making me moan. It felt so good. In one swift motion, he pulled out his fingers, positioned himself at my entrance and slammed into me. It felt like air was knocked out of my lungs.

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