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Virgin Taken by Her BFF’s Daddy
The doorbell rang.
Kristen looked up to see her little sister, Britney, dart up to the door. The eighteen-year-old girl grabbed the handle and yanked open the door. Standing before her was her best friend Noriko. The two girls squealed and hugged, eager for their sleepover tonight.
Noriko was a Japanese girl that was the same age as Kristen’s little sister. The girl wore a baggy shirt and a pair of jeans. Not tight jeans because Noriko’s mother would never let her dress sluttily.
Kristen smiled. This was the perfect chance for her to write that next story in her diary. A naughty tingle rippled through her. She had this kinky idea that Noriko liked her daddy. She knew it wasn’t true, but the fantasy was what made Kristen’s pussy so hot.
If my family only knew what dirty, dirty pervert I was, thought Kirsten as she rose and headed for the stairs, they would all lose their minds.
She reached her bedroom and slipped inside. She closed the door and headed toward us. She unlocked the drawer and took out the diary. Bound in leather. She couldn’t believe she found it at the Dollar Tree. It was a steal. She opened it up and grabbed her pen.
She began writing her next dirty story.
* * *
The real reason that Noriko is best friends with my little sister Britney is a naughty one. Noriko is secretly a big slut for my daddy. That’s why she wears the shortest skirts and the tightest tops to tease him. She wants nothing more than to be fucked by him. It makes her so wet.
Every chance she gets, she’s teasing my daddy. And then, she gets an idea. She just has to wait for enough time to pass to get Britney to go along with it. Noriko is such a wicked, wicked slut.
* * *
Noriko Yamato
“It’s just we have to do our studying, first,” Britney was saying as we headed up the stairs after her older sister Kirsten. Not Britney’s oldest sister, that was Sheila. Kristen was such a quiet girl. She was always reading books and hanging out in her room. I wasn’t surprised she’d retreated to her bedroom when I’d arrived.
“And after we’re done studying?” I asked as we passed Mr. Miller in the hallway. I hardly heard him as he greeted us.
“Then we can talk about boys,” Britney said, grinning. “Won’t that be fun?”
“Yeah,” I said. I like cute boys. Not older men like Britney’s father. That was too icky. There were plenty of girls that were into that “daddy” thing. But it was just perverted. “We’ll go on Teen Vogue’s website and giggle over them.”
“Are you going to shave your pussy like that one article suggested?” asked Britney.
My nose wrinkled. “I wouldn’t do that? I want to be a woman, not seem like more of a little girl. I want to be seen as older than eighteen!”
We stepped into Britney’s room as I started to close the door. Then I frowned. I felt dizzy for a second and wondered why I wanted to have the door shut. I mean, how else could Mr. Miller see how sexy I looked in my short skirt and my tight top if it was closed?
I wasn’t even wearing panties. I had shaved my pussy for the first time, and I hoped you would get a peak. If I laid just right on my elbows and stomach on the floor of Britney’s room as we studied, Mr. Miller would be able to see everything. That was how short the skirt was.
I was so wet for her daddy. I wanted an older man, not those dumb boys that Britney was into. She just didn’t get it. She probably thought it was perverted to like older men. To lust after those sort of daddy types.
If Mr. Miller was my daddy, I would be so naughty he’d have to spank me all the time. And from the way Mrs. Miller smiles sometimes, I knew he must have a big dick and fucks hard.
I wanted to be fucked hard by him. I lost my virginity to my mother’s sex toy. I know that Britney tried to hide the fact that her daddy sold dildos and vibrators door to door. I was pretty sure he sold some to my mother. Did he use them on her?
Did he fuck her? Was that why she had the surprise pregnancy? Had Mom cuckolded Dad with Mr. Miller?
I know I would have his baby.
So as I studied with Britney, I was so aware of the juices dripping down my thighs. I was so wet. I had never been this turned on before. I had passed him in the hallway, hoping my breathy greeting to him had attracted his notice.
Footsteps creaked out in the hallway. I shuddered, my naughty pussy clenching and relaxing. I tried to focus on the page, wanting to absorb this material, but Mr. Miller was coming closer and closer to the door. Any moment now, he would see my pussy.
My tight, shaved, young cunt. Virgin snatch.
“And we’re supposed to use sine, right?” Britney asked. “Or was it cosine? Tangent?”
“Um, I think it’s cosine,” I said, the footsteps so close.
And then they stopped. I could feel eyes on my pussy. I could tell that Mr. Miller was staring at my virgin cunt. Could he see my little hymen? Or was my slit too girlishly tight? I quivered there, my heart pounding in my chest as another bead of hot cream ran down my right, inner thigh.
“You girls studying?” Mr. Miller asked.
“Yes, Dad,” Brittany said, hardly looking up. “We’re studying.” She shot me a look and rolled her eyes, clearly exasperated by her father’s presence.
“We’re studying so hard, Mr. Miller,” I said, wiggling my hips. “Can’t you tell?”
“Oh, I can tell,” he said. His voice was deep and husky. “Why, the pair of you look like you’re just dripping with the effort.”
I was dripping. I was so glad he could tell that. I shuddered as another bead of my pussy juices ran down my inner thigh. It was all I could do not to beg him to fuck me right here, right now.
But Britney would freak out.
“Dad, we’re not studying that hard,” Brittany said. She glanced at me. “Well, I guess Noriko is looking a little flushed.”
“Yeah, just studying hard,” I said. “I’m just dripping with the effort.”
“Well, that’s a good thing,” Mr. Miller said. “And if you girls need any pointers from me, you just have to ass.”
“We don’t, Dad!” huffed Britney. “We’re studying! Mind leaving us alone?”
“Well, I’ll be in my bedroom with your mother,” said Mr. Miller. “She’s always eager to help you girls with their… problems. She loves watching me mentor them. If you need any help, Noriko, just come and ask.”
“We don’t need your help!” Britney spat. “We’re having girl time. I can you close the door, please, Dad?”
“Well, fine, you know where to find me,” said Mr. Miller. “But, I do have to say, it’s a very inspiring sight to see you dripping with your effort, Noriko.”
The door closed. Had Mr. Miller just told me to come to his bedroom and fuck him in front of his wife? He made it sound like she liked to watch. That was so hot. Was she some sort of cuckqueen or something?
“Sorry that my dad was acting so weird,” said Britney. “He can be such a dork sometimes.”
I shook my head. “It’s fine.”
I had to think of a way to get alone with Mr. Miller and not have Britney be suspicious. As we kept studying at math, my wet pussy dripped juices down my thighs. I concentrated as hard as I could. I needed to figure this out.
I would figure this out.
* * *
As Noriko studied, she bent all her lusty intelligence into the problem of how to fuck my daddy. The naughty Japanese girl was so wet. It took all her self-control not to finger her cunt in front of my prudish, little sister. Britney didn’t know what she was missing out on. But not Noriko.
And then, after an hour, Noriko figured out how to enjoy my daddy. It popped into her mind. Like a lightning bolt.
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Noriko would get her little pussy wrapped around my daddy’s cock. And my daddy was so eager for it. He was waiting for her, telling Mommy to have the camera ready to film him fucking their youngest daughter’s best friend.
* * *
Noriko Yamato
And then it came to me. My plan. There was a particular quirk about the Millers’ house.
“I am so sweaty from all the studying,” I said. “I could really use a shower. How about you?”
“But how are we supposed to talk while you’re taking a shower?” Britney asked.
“Why, you take a shower in the regular bathroom, and I use your parents’ bathroom.” I smiled, my pussy clenching. “We can talk through it. You’ve told me before how thin it is, right?”
“I guess it’s thin enough to talk through,” Britney said, sounding a little surprised by that. “Yeah, I think it is. Okay, that’s a great idea. We’ll have a nice, long, relaxing shower and talk about boys.”
“And men,” I said. “Why waste your time with boys and you can have a man?”
“Eww, like someone my father’s age? Gross. I don’t get that daddy thing that some girls have.”
I grinned at my friend. What a shame she didn’t see how sexy her daddy was. “Well, that’s what we can talk about. What do you say? It’ll be fun.”
“Sure,” she said, closing the math book. She stood up and stretched, not dressing sexily at all. How was she supposed to turn her daddy on like that?
Well, I knew I had turned him on a lot.
I stood up in my short skirt, my pussy juices soaking my inner thighs. The sweet aroma filled my nose. I grinned as I stepped out of her bedroom, followed by Britney. I headed down the hallway, right towards that door. I reached it and knocked.
“Can I use your shower, Mr. Miller?” I asked.
The door opened and there he was, standing in a bathrobe. It wasn’t tied all the way closed, allowing me to see a V-strip of his chest and all those sexy, curly hairs. He looked me up and down like I was a scrumptious meal and said, “Well, of course you can, Noriko.”
“Just head right into the shower, honey,” Mrs. Miller said. She was sitting on the bed in a bathrobe playing with one of her cameras. She made movies or something.
Even though I was eighteen, I felt. I was too young to watch them.