DADDY'S BEST FRIEND-1

I was eighteen when I discovered I had the hots for Damien Brock, my father's best friend. A man I usually called uncle. He was my Dad's best friend, business partner, and my family's friend too. And he was 39 years old and tonight was his 40th birthday.

As I checked my reflection in the mirror, I smiled In contentment. Tonight's mission was to make Damien notice me. Every night when I closed my eyes, by miracle, he always found his way into my dreams, tormenting me with his gray eyes and his long slender fingers touching me. I knew it was improper and wrong to want my father's best friend, but I couldn’t help it. At night or when I was alone, I always fantasized about his big hands running all over my body, grabbing my butt with his face buried in between my legs. It was a fantasy I wish could come true.

I fit into my red sleeveless tight dress. Red was Damien's favorite color and you would wonder how I came to know that. Well, I interviewed some of his best girlfriends and they confirmed Damien was a sucker for red. He couldn't help but notice anything in red. And today's mission was to make him notice me at his birthday party. I wanted him to look past the fact that I was no longer a child anymore. I was twenty years old and a grown-ass woman. I wasn’t even a virgin, so I wanted him to stop treating me like one.

Damien's birthday party was lit, just like I imagined. Rich businessmen and beautiful women in sequin dresses were everywhere. I followed my parents as they walked into Damien's grand living room. I sighted him before my parents even noticed him. He was standing close to a woman as he talked to two other men. They said something and Damien laughed. He was so beautiful. I wondered what his tongue could do.

As we approached Damien, I couldn't take my eyes off him. His tuxedo brought out his defined muscles. He was big, tall, over six feet. Bright golden skin with thick brown locks. He was the definition of sex. All I'd ever wanted.

The woman he was standing next to clung to him like bees to honey. God, I hated her already. She was probably one of his sluts or these desperate women who wanted a ring from him. I continued to glare at the woman as my parents stopped in front of Damien. The two other men greeted my father and mother as they scurried away, including the strange woman.

"Happy birthday, Damien." Mother said with a big smile on her face as she hugged Damien.

"Thank you, Susan." They pull away.

"Happy birthday, my friend. A new glow to your new age." Dad said to Damien as the two men embraced themselves.

"Thank you, friend." Damien smiled at my dad. Then, finally, his gaze fell on me and his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

I knew I looked like a woman. I've always had big curves and big breasts and a beautiful perky backside. This dress seemed to bring them all out. What I've always wanted. For him to notice me as a young beautiful woman and not his best friend's virgin child.

"Camilla?" He asked, still surprised.

"Happy birthday, Damien."

"Thank you." His eyes moved from my eyes to my red lips, down my chest to my breast, his eyes lingered there for a while longer and I swear I heard him curse under his breath.

"They grow so fast, don't they?" My mother laughed, with both my parents unaware of the tension between me and Damien.

"Yes." Damien laughed awkwardly as he looked away from me to look at my parents.

"Thank you so much for coming, Mark. And I'm surprised to see you, Camilla. Weren't you in college?" He asked and turned to look at me again. His eyes moved down my body for the second time.

"Yeah. And I got you something for your birthday." I said. Damien was surprised again as he smirked.

"Well, we'll leave you two to talk. Wanna grab a wine with me, honey?" My father asked my mom.

"Yeah, sure." My parents smiled as they walked away.

I turned to look at Damien and he was staring at my breasts that looked like it was about to spill out of my red dress.

"A red dress, huh?" He asked, thrusting his hands into his pants pocket, trying to hide an erection, I think.

"Yeah. You've always loved the color red."

"Is this your birthday present for me?" Damien asked with a small smirk.

Is he flirting with me?

I bit my lip and took a step forward.

"Maybe. And something more." I whispered.

Damien swallowed and cleared his throat. He looked around his party and turned to look at me.

"We need to have a word, Camilla. In private."

"I'll be in your bedroom. Waiting." I smirked at him as I walked away, swaying my broad hips for his view. Without turning back, I knew he was staring at my behind.

Good, mission accomplished.

I entered Damien's room and I shut the door. Throwing my purse on his bed, I walked to his full-length mirror to stare at my reflection. I slowly lifted my red dress so that it was bunched around my waist as I turned around to stare at my bare butt. I wore a red lace thong and I knew he wouldn't be able to resist me.

I smiled at my reflection and dragged my dress down. The door opened and Damien walked in.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked at once.

I slowly walked towards him and stopped in front of him.

"Tell me you don't find me attractive?" I whispered, trailing my fingers on his hard stomach.

"Tell me you've never imagined me sitting on your face while I fuck your mouth, Damien?"

"Fuck." He growled as he watched me.

"I'm no longer the young woman you used to know..." I slipped my hand inside his pants, inside his boxer as I grabbed his dick in my hand.

"I want you to fuck me, Damien."

"Fuck." He drew in a sharp breath.

"I want you to treat me like a whore and fuck me mercilessly," I whispered and squeezed him in my hand.

"Fuck, Camilla."

"Yeah. Say my name like that."

I went down on my knees and removed his belt. I unzipped his zipper as I dragged his pants and boxers down. God, he was big. So huge I nearly orgasmed right there. I grabbed him in my hand and began to fist his cock. He groaned in pleasure as he shut his eyes. I looked at this beautiful, powerful man before me and I smiled in satisfaction. I rubbed my thumb over his red tip that was already leaking precum.

"Fuck, Camilla, take it in already." He groaned and fisted my hair in his hand.

It was hard to fit him in my mouth but I did it anyway. I swiped my tongue over his red tip as I started to bob my head.

"Fuck." He cursed, gripping my hair too tight.

With my hand working the end of his cock, I put his cock all the way into my mouth. I gagged when he hit my throat. Damien started to fuck my mouth, pouring out incoherent curses from his mouth. His big hand fisted my head tightly as he fucked my mouth aggressively. His free hand reached inside my dress as he pulled out my breasts from my sleeveless dress. He cupped one breast into his hand and squeezed. His fingers found my nipples as he started to twist them.

"Oh, fuck." I moaned, with his big cock in my mouth.

I continued to jerk him with my right hand while he was still in my mouth. My left hand slid inside my dress as I pushed my panties inside, slipping two fingers inside my wet sex. I whimpered when he pinched my nipple.

"I'm close, Camilla." Damien groaned.

God, me too. I pulled out my two fingers and began to rub fast circles on my clit. Damien continued to fuck my mouth as he twisted my nipple so hard. It didn't take long before I came, hard and fast. Damien cradled my head in his big hands as he fucked my mouth faster. He was close. I shut my eyes to savor my orgasm as Damien shot his semen right down my throat.

"Swallow it like a good girl." He pushed his cock against my throat and I swallowed it all.

"Good girl." He whispered and pulled out of my mouth. My cheeks hurt but I didn't care. That was literally the best blow job I'd ever given anyone. I didn't get to touch myself for too long before I came.

"That was amazing."

"The next time, I want you inside me," I said as I stood up.

I arranged my panties and my dress to look a little decent. Damien hadn't said a word yet as he put on his pants and arranged his tuxedo.

"This can't happen again, Camilla."

Is he fucking kidding me?

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