Page 221 of My Best Friend's Dad


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“So,” I said. “How was the fire?”

“It’s gone now, but it was bad, babe,” Alex said. He sighed. “Everyone survived, though. That’s always the point, as long as that happens, I don’t really care about anything else.”

“Makes sense,” I said awkwardly.

“So,” Alex said. I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was smirking and I blushed. “What are you wearing?”

I looked down. “Just my shirt and underwear,” I said. “Why?”

Alex laughed. “Molly, time for a new lesson,” he said. Then he lowered his voice to a growl. “I’m going to teach you how to talk dirty.”

I bit my lip and blushed even harder, glad Alex wasn’t here to see me.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Tell me again what you’re wearing, and describe yourself in a lot of detail. Give me a really good picture of you in my head.”

“I’m wearing my white cotton shirt, it’s thin and I don’t have a bra on underneath. I’m wearing the same panties I was wearing earlier today, when you came over and…” I trailed off.

“When I came over and what?”

I blushed so hard that my face was burning. “When you came over and ate me out,” I whispered.

“God, Molly, that’s so hot to hear you talk like that,” Alex groaned. “Keep going. Tell me about your pussy. Is it wet?”

“Yes,” I said. I felt so dirty and humiliated…but also turned on. My panties were still soaked from earlier but I could feel my clit getting hard and my nipples were stiff, brushing the fabric of my shirt and filling me with pleasure.

“How wet are you?”

“Very wet,” I whispered.

“I want you to reach down and touch yourself, and tell me all about it,” Alex said.

“I feel weird doing that,” I whispered. “I…can’t say it!”

“Molly, you’re going to have to get over this squeamishness,” Alex said sternly. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said softly. Closing my eyes, I traced my fingers down my body. “I’m running my hand over my breasts, through my shirt,” I said. My fingers brushed against one of my nipples and pleasure flooded my body, making me arch my back and moan. Tentatively, I pinched my nipple and rolled it between my fingers the same way Alex had done. It felt incredibly good and I moaned again, even more loudly.

“Sounds like you’re having a lot of fun over there,” Alex said. “Tell me about it, Molly. Tell me how it feels.”

“I’m playing with my nipples and pinching them between my fingers,” I said, moaning softly. “And it feels incredible, Alex. It feels like you’re here and touching me.”

“I want to watch you touch yourself,” Alex said. “But we’ll do that later. Right now, you’re still learning how to talk dirty like a pro slut.”

I blushed and bit my lip, but I didn’t stop playing with my stiff nipples. I was amazed at how good it felt. I shuddered and moaned as I pinched and rolled them. My pussy was getting wetter than ever and the soaked crotch of my panties straining against my hidden clit was driving me wild.

“I’m getting really wet,” I said, wriggling and rolling around, desperate for more of the delicious sensation.

“Good,” Alex growled. “I want you to move your hand down your belly, very slowly, and gently tease yourself by tickling your pussy outside of your panties. Do you understand? You’re not to take them off,” he said. “Not yet.”

“Yes,” I whispered. Reluctantly, I took my fingers away from my nipples and slid them down my belly and between my legs. My first instinct was to put my hand inside of my panties and play with myself, but I didn’t want to disobey Alex. Instead, I spread my legs as wide as I could and gently stroked myself, feeling the tendrils of pubic hair as they escaped from the wet material. The musky scent of my pussy juice filled the room and I inhaled deeply. It’s the scent of sex, I thought, closing my eyes as delicious sensations rolled through my body.

“This feels so good,” I said. “I’m stroking my pussy through my wet panties, and the material is clinging to my body. I really want to touch my clit, Alex. Please let me touch my clit,” I begged. “Pleased.”

“Not yet,” Alex commanded in a low voice. “Keep stroking yourself. Buck your hips and rub yourself against your fingers like the little slut I know you are.”

I bit my lip and moaned, doing exactly as Alex asked. I could feel the blood racing through my veins, laced with arousal as I pleasured myself. Soon, I was grinding my hips against my fingers, desperate for more.

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