Home alone with father's friend 3

"Fuck..." she heard him whisper in her ear, and both his hands moved to her hips again, pulling her back against him as he started to move harder against her. They ground against each other like that for awhile. She loved the feel of his dick against her ass. Her pussy was dripping, so wet that she could feel it dripping onto her inner thigh. Daniel had his head buried in her neck as he pushed against her. "Baby... you're gonna make me cum," he finally said. "she don't know where you wanther to..."

She reached behind her again, still grinding against him as she moved her hand just over top of his dick so he wouldn't spurt onto her skirt. Daniel suddenly groaned and shuddered, and she felt his hot cum shoot against her hand and onto her ass. He bit down softly on her neck, sucking on the same spot a moment later as he came. "Put your dick away," she whispered, giggling, and he reached down, quickly tucking himself back in his pants. She wiped as much of his cum off her ass as she could and moved away from him, pulling her hand out from under her skirt and cupping it. "I'm gonna wash my hand," she told him, and she walked off the dance floor, hoping no one would notice the sticky white substance coating her hand.

She made it to the bathroom quickly and washed her hands. Her pussy was still dripping and she needed to cum so badly. As she was washing her hands, Stella came into the bathroom. "You disappeared," she said, grinning ather.

"I'll tell you about it later," she replied.

Stella's mouth dropped open. "Sounds like a good story. Come pee with me," she said, pushing open one of the stalls. Stella and Jennifer often shared a stall when they were at the bar. After all, with all they had done together, what was watching each other pee?

That wasn't what either of them had in mind. Stella wanted to hear her story, but what she wanted was her fingers. She followed her into the bathroom and shut the door behind them. "I need help," she told her quietly, and she lifted up her skirt.

Stella grinned at her. "You naughty girl," she teased, and immediately slid her fingers into her thong. Jennifer sighed as she felt her familiar fingers moving against her clit, dipping a finger into her pussy. She didn't tease, thankfully -- She knew what she needed. Stella moved her hand fast and hard and she tilted her head back, trying to keep quiet and not alert anyone else in the bathroom as to what was happening in their stall. She pushed two fingers into her, rubbing her clit with her thumb, and soon she was about ready to cum. An image of Mr. Harrison suddenly popped into her mind, and instead of Stella's fingers, she could almost feel his fingers rubbing her. she made a small noise and Stella used her other hand to cover her mouth as she gasped, feeling her orgasm suddenly rocking through her body. Her knees buckled and she had to lean against the wall of the stall so she wouldn't fall over. Her expert fingers never stopped moving through her orgasm and when she finally started to come down, she was stroking her pussy lightly. Jennifer grinned at her, trying to clear the image of Mr. Harrison from her mind. she was shaking a bit as she thought of him, not entirely sure why she had been thinking about him, but knowing that Stella had been right -- She definitely wanted to sleep with him.

"Thanks," She whispered, clearing her throat.

"I want the dirty, nasty details later," she said, letting her adjust her skirt before she opened the stall door and went to the sink to wash her hand. "Just so you know, I might end up going home with Dan. That's the guy I was dancing with. He had a hard-on the whole time we were dancing and from the feel of it, he's hung like a horse." Stella laughed and she shrugged. "But he's the DD, so whenever we go, I'll still be able to give you a ride home."

"That's perfect," Jennifer said. She dried her hands off and they left the bathroom. Stella's new friend Ben was talking with Daniel, and they both looked up at them when they saw them. Daniel blushed, and she knew he must have been telling Dan, but she just grinned at him. she didn't really care if he told his friends. Let the guy brag -- it's what they do, and she wasn't going to be a stuck up bitch about it. If she was a stuck up bitch, it wouldn't have happened in the first place.

Jennifer let Daniel buy her a couple more drinks while Stella made out with Ben. Ben and Stella  made out for a little while, but Jennifer had no plans of going home with Daniel. Stella is the one who's into that.

Jennifer did end up giving Daniel her cell number, though, and they talked a bit when he wasn't slipping his tongue in her mouth. He was a good kisser, and a nice guy, but she couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Harrison the whole time she was kissing him. she kept wishing that his lips were Mr. Harrison's. Though, she was still enjoying herself, and she was a little sad when Stella pulled on her arm. "I need to get fucked. Now," she said to her. "I just had my hand in his pants and it's huge, Jennifer. It is fucking huge."

Jennifer laughed. Ben was driving Daniel home too, so she followed them out of the club. Daniel had his hands on her ass as she walked in front of him, and she giggled as he kissed her neck, making her stumble as they walked. She climbed in the backseat of his car and Daniel got in next to her, pulling her close to him so they could resume making out. He finally moved his hand into the low cut V of her halter, cupping his hand around her breast. She let him kiss down her neck and lick the tops of her breast as he pulled her breast out, moving his lips around her nipple and sucking gently. As he sucked on her breast, his hand moved under her skirt, pushing her thong aside so he could run his fingers along her slit. He plunged one inside almost immediately and she tried to keep quiet, but she couldn't help moan softly. she heard Stella laugh from the front seat but she didn't care as Daniel fingered her. Her pussy was dripping. His technique was okay, nothing like Stella's, but she was so wet that she could feel herself building up again.

Suddenly, the car stopped. "We're at your place, Jennifer," Stella said. Daniel pulled his finger from her pussy and she had to swallow to keep herself from groaning in frustration.

"Well," she whispered breathily. "It was nice to meet you."

He laughed and leaned forward to kiss her. "We'll continue another time, I promise," he said. she grinned at him.

Stella turned around in her seat and held her arms out for a hug. she hugged her and she pulled her face close to hers, kissing her hard as both boys watched. She knew she was just teasing them, but she went along with it. "I'll call you tomorrow," Jennifer promised, and she giggled as she got out of the car.

She walked toward the house as Ben pulled away, adjusting her clothes. The porch light was on, but she figured Mr. Harrison had gone to bed. Once she got onto the front step, she undid her boots, slipping out of them quietly before she opened the front door.

The front hall was dark and she was sure Mr. Harrison had gone to sleep. She turned the porch light off and gently lay her boots on the floor before turning to go up the stairs. She had only taken a couple of quiet steps when the living room light flicked on.

She whirled around and saw Mr. Harrison sitting on the couch, looking at her. "I thought I said midnight," he said. "Do you know what time it is?"

The truth was that she didn't, but she also didn't care. "Come on, Mr. Harrison," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm 18. I don't have a curfew."

He stood up, walking into the front hall. "It's 2:30, Jennifer. I went against your parents' wishes to let you go out tonight. You weren't even at Stella's house. I called her house hours ago and her parents didn't even know where you were. You didn't have your cell phone with you. Did you have any idea how worried I was?"

"God, Mr. H, you're not my father," she laughed, her words a little slurred.

"Are you drunk?" he exclaimed. "Were you at a bar?"

"So what if I was?" she answered. "Calm down. I'm just gonna go to bed and whatever." she started to go up the stairs.

Mr. Harrison reached out and grabbed her wrist. "No, Jennifer. I know you're not happy with this arrangement but you have to respect what I say. You're out a bar when you're not old enough to drink, dressed in clothes that I know your parents probably don't know about, and you come home drunk. What do you think you're doing?"

"Fuck!" she yelled. "Mr. Harrison, you're not my father."

"I might as well be!" he yelled back. "I'm in charge and I can see why your parents think you need a babysitter."

"A babysitter," she scoffed, trying to get her hand out of his grasp. "What's next, gonna give her a spanking?"

He flushed red. "If you're going to act like a child, I might as well treat you like one." He suddenly pulled her hard. she stumbled off the stairs, but he caught her and sat down in the chair they had in the hall, pulling her over his lap.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" she screeched, trying to squirm off his lap.

He held her down with one hand and pulled her miniskirt up with the other one, exposing her mostly-bare ass. A second later, she felt his hand come down hard on her ass, making a loud slap. He just spanked her. She shrieked as her ass started to sting, but it was more from the shock that he had taken what she said seriously. "That's for not listening to me," he said, and as she squirmed, he brought his hand down again. "That's for being a disrespectful child." She felt tears sting in her eyes as her ass stung, and he spanked her again. "That's for dressing like a complete and total whore." He paused for a moment. "Jennifer, is that cum on your ass?" His fingers touched a spot on her ass, wiping the sticky spot. she started to sob, humiliated that he had seen it. He lifted his hand and spanked her again. "That's for being a complete and total slut." He did it twice more, fast. "That's for being a dirty slut. You can't even wash the cum off your ass?"

He spanked her ass a few more times, and she was sobbing so hard that she didn't hear the reasons for those ones. Her ass was stinging and she was sure the skin was pink. But what was worse, and the reason behind why she was sobbing so hard, was because she could feel her nipples hardening, and each time his hand touched her ass, she felt her clit throb. Her already-damp panties were soaking now, and her juices were dripping down her legs again.