My hot friend Rini and her obsession – Part 6

Continued from part 5. Given the size of the story, I am breaking this up again into two parts. I hope to have your patience to read both parts in unison.

It was Sunday afternoon when I woke up on my bed. The night was wild. I was trying to guess where my friend Rini was. I thought she might be getting fresh. But when I looked at the watch laying on the coffee table next to the bed, it was clocking 2 pm.

I realized she must have left. I woke up naked with a boner while remembering last night. Then I dragged myself out of the bed with my dick saluting the ceiling.

My eyes fell on the dining table, there was a note and her lip gloss. The note read, “Check your email”. The impression of Rini’s lips was the insignia on the back of the note.

Then I took a quick shower and settled on the couch, opening my laptop to check her mail. I am copy-pasting her mail without adulteration for all my readers. I hope you all were as eager as me to know her story.

Email:-

“Hey Rahul, sorry I had to leave you this morning unannounced. But I had to attend to my dad as he was getting restless. Cannot really blame him much as he is perhaps addicted to waking up feeling my mouth on his dick every morning if I am in town.

You must be thinking what a slut I have become, but honestly, a very few could make me orgasm like my dad does. Thankfully, you didn’t disappoint me last night. I had a couple of orgasms with you and it was great.

I know you will be taking your flight back to London tomorrow morning and I might not see you again for some time. But when we meet next time, I will make it up for you.

I am currently on my way to the airport, I have a flight to catch for Delhi. But thought to tell you what happened thereafter between me and dad.

I think you deserve to know and maybe by the time you read this, I will already be on my flight with my cell phone in flight mode. But don’t stress, I will call you at night once I have completed my business requirements before I retire for the night, muaahhh.

After that evening when my dad filled my mouth with his cum for the first time, I tiptoed back to my room before my dad could realize. I was the one taking his load. While walking back, I was confused with the feeling that was erupting inside me. My cunt was leaking, some drops of my dad’s cum were still on the edges of my lips and some started to dry on my chest down my boobs.

I could still taste that salty, bitterly cum of my dad in my mouth. The nascent after the scent of his cum filled my nostrils which was giving me goosebumps.

I could feel my juice leaking down my thighs as I walked towards my room silently. Halfway to my room, I could hear my friend scream at the top of her voice, believing my dad finally got my friend’s pussy. The whole house was silent except for the screams and loud moans which my friend was making.

I knew the bitch was trying to send me a message, or maybe trying to provoke me to feel my dad’s dick inside my own cunt. My dad kept fucking her hard for almost an hour. Then I sat down next to the door of my room keeping the door ajar. One part of me wanted to hear those screams and the other was reminding me what a slut I had become.

During that hour of debacle, my heart kept pounding, my pussy got wetter and my mind went wild. I didn’t even realize when I smeared my fingers with the melted transparent cum off my chest and started licking my fingers. Honestly, Rahul, I am getting wet right now also as I am writing this mail to you even though this happened years back.

Hope you will understand how I was feeling and was going through having tasted sex for the first time. It wasn’t sex actually, but more of my introduction to raw sex. I was overwhelmed by what was happening to me.

I could hear my dad grunt as he emptied himself on my friend (she told me later that my dad filled her ovulating pussy that evening *wink*).

After taking a shower, my friend left the house and my dad dozed off to sleep. I also pulled myself up and waited for my friend to leave and went to take a shower.

During the shower, I couldn’t help but finger myself hard remembering my dad’s hard dick. I came out slyly to ensure my dad did not get a heed of my presence. Maybe he was too happy, satisfied, and exhausted to even bother thinking of me to be present in the house.

He woke up around 8 pm when he came around my room to check on me. Luckily, I was awake when he knocked. I responded affirmatively. He pushed his head inside the room to call me for dinner.

Soon after, I joined him at the dining table. I could see him relaxed and smiling to himself. Even though I knew why he was full of life today, I asked him the reason to which he deflected the question without answering.

After that day, my friend’s weekend visit continued. I could sense the happiness my dad was getting as he had started being so full of life.

It excited me as well since the routine continued on alternate weekends. I would tiptoe into his room and my friend would make me suck his dick. She told me that she has made arrangements with my dad that she could get him to blindfold the first half and second half, and dad could fuck her the way he pleases.

This continued for almost two months. I would have drunk my dad’s cum four to five times. I was getting addicted to the smell and taste of my dad’s cum. Even I tried to sneak into his room after he slept to taste his dick. But I would duck out last moment thinking if he caught me, what would happen?

After two months, my friend had to leave the city for a month for a Euro trip. The first week was fine for both me and my dad. But the week after onwards, my dad started getting restless. The same was affecting me as well given my weekly dose of my dad’s cum had stopped. We both started staying more restless.

My dad started jerking more frequently as I watched hiding, similarly for me, all the fingering, and playing with myself wasn’t helping either. The dissatisfaction and the urge started to be visible on our faces and our behavior.

I started looking at all the passing men and their crotch. I was becoming more horny day by day. Similarly, I noticed my dad staring at our maid’s ass or her boobs at times. It was disgusting to watch my dad drool over our maids. But given he was addicted to my friend’s pussy and the action he was getting, I felt pity for him too.

I would notice his boner every time the maid was around. Honestly, Rahul, the last thing I wanted was to find my dad drilling my maid. My mind kept drifting to the thought that the arrangement I had with my friend couldn’t really continue to be honest.

I took a quick shower and shaved my underarms and my pubes too. I wanted him to lick the smoothest pussy he ever feasted on. Then I applied light makeup, wore my favorite perfume, and put on satin shorts and a sleeveless noodle strap tee. I intentionally didn’t wear any of my inners (bra and panty) and made sure my shapely ass and perky boobs were the highlight.

It was around 9 pm when I walked in next to him. He was having his favorite whiskey wearing shorts and a t-shirt. By the looks of him, he wasn’t actually enjoying his drink. But was more drifting in his thoughts sitting next to our bar set up.

Then I went close to him and put my elbow on his shoulder making sure that my boob rubbed on his shoulder back. He looked at me turning his head and smiled. His glare moved from my eyes to my cleavage as I was leaning on him. My choice of tee complimented my intentions.

My nipples were hard ever since I decided to fuck my dad. We exchanged pleasantries and leaned more on his arms to rub my boobs even more.

I could sense him getting a bit uncomfortable. But I guess he was liking the female body touch on himself. I put more of my body weight on the sides of his body trying to maintain contact with our bodies.

I asked if he was doing fine as he had been partly disturbed for a few days. He denied it and asked me the reason for my mood swings. I told him that he was the reason very blatantly to which he was surprised and concerned.

He turned towards me sitting on his bar chair and looked at my eyes. He tried to keep his sight on my eyes which kept drifting to my neckline and sometimes even down the valley. I held his hand with both mine and kept it on my chest between my boobs. Then I looked into his eyes and told him that I knew he was missing my friend.

Instead of getting surprised he took a deep breath and said he could explain. I cut him short and told him he didn’t have to. I lowered my head and he kissed my head. Then I kept my head on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat. In that position itself, I told him that I missed my friend too.

He left his glass from the other hand and kept his hand on my back. It was definitely not a father’s touch. I could feel it as a man’s touch. He pulled me more onto himself and firmed up his grip over my back. My boobs were now crushing on his chest. In a mellow voice, he said he knew why I was missing my friend.

Signing off for now, part 7 to follow with the last part of her email transcript.

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This is Rahul Roy, your very own investment banker from London currently put up in Stratford E20. Feel free to leave me a note at [email protected]