Home alone with father's friend 4

Jennifer couldn't believe that Mr. Harrison was giving her a spanking and at the same time, she couldn't get enough of it.

He was saying something, and his hand came down especially hard. "Do you understand?"

"Y-yes," she said quietly, tears running down her cheeks.

He slapped her ass three times hard and fast. "she said, do you understand?" he shouted.

"Yes, Daddy!" she screamed.

Her words hung in the air for a moment and she could almost feel Mr. Harrison's hand poised above her ass, hanging in the air, but it didn't come down. She could feel his eyes on her, and she was sure he was staring at her round ass sticking up in the air, pink from his own hand.

"Oh Gosh!" She heard him whisper. "Jennifer... I'm...I..."

She knew he was trying to apologise, but she didn't want to hear it. "Please touch my pussy," she whispered, her face flushing.

"What?" he asked, completely in shock.

"Please," she said again, hanging her head down in embarrassment. "I can't take it... please touch my pussy, Daddy."

He didn't say anything, but she felt his hands on her stinging ass, rubbing the tender skin gently before he slid his fingers down between her legs. "Gosh," he said. "You're soaking wet." His hands moved up to the waistband of her tiny thong and he pulled it down her legs, leaving it just around her knees as he pushed her legs apart and rubbed his fingers along her slit. She moaned softly as he rubbed her, and she could feel his hands shaking as he touched her. Daniel had left her so close to cumming before, and for some reason, having Mr. Harrison spank her like that had gotten her so hot that she couldn't contain herself. She wanted nothing more than to move off his lap and just start to fuck him. His fingers teased her as he moved them along her slit, collecting her juices, doing more for her in the couple moments was touching her than Daniel's fingers had done for her all night.

"I need them inside me," she whispered. "For God's sake, Mr. Harrison," she said when he didn't do anything. She pushed up against his fingers. "Stick your fucking fingers in that pussy!"

Harrison saw how horny she was and decided to take tease her more.

"That's 'Daddy' to you," he said, still torturing her with his fingers. "And I'm not sticking my fingers in any naughty little girls who don't ask nicely."

She moaned. "Please..." she gasped. she couldn't believe what was happening. It felt surreal. She couldn't believe she had just gotten the spanking of her life from him and was now trying to get him to finger-fuck her. she couldn't believe he wanted her to call him Daddy. The word sent a shock through her body and she wasn't sure what would happen if she let it roll past her lips.

"Please what?" he said. His voice shook a bit and she knew he must be as shocked as she was, but his fingers just kept teasing her slit.

"Please put your fingers in my pussy... D-Daddy?" she asked softly.

He groaned and slipped a finger inside her. she moaned and lifted herself slightly off his lap to push it further in. His other hand was on her lower back, holding her down, and as he fingered her, she felt something start to press into her stomach. Mr. Harrison's dick was hardening quickly beneath her, and she could hardly keep herself from moaning as she felt it pressing against her. He moved his finger a little faster in her cunt, and she had the feeling that he couldn't take his eyes off her ass, which felt like it was on fire and was probably nearly glowing pink.

"Jennifer..." he whispered, his movements stopping suddenly. "I'm sorry I spanked you... but this isn't right." He started to pull his hand away from her and she groaned.

"No... don't stop," she answered. "Mr. Harr -- I mean, Daddy... please... I don't care, I want it so bad..."

"Stop calling me Daddy," he whispered, and she felt his bulge twitch. He started to help her off his lap, and once she was standing, she glanced down at his lap once she was standing. There was no doubt that he was rock hard.

"Why? You like it," she said. He opened his mouth to protest and she groaned, exasperated. "Fuck, Mr. Harrison. I'll make you a deal. I won't tell my parents you spanked me if you... if you just fuck me right now."

He paused. "I could just tell them you came home late."

"That's a little less important compared to you giving me a spanking," she replied. "Why are you turning her down? Do you... do you not want to?" she blushed as she realised that might be the case, and she reached down to pull her panties back up, as they were still around her knees. "Oh God, you don't want to... I'm so embarrassed..."

"Jennifer, please," he said. "But you're drunk and you're 18! I'm almost 50. Your parents would kill me."

"You think I will tell them?" she asked. "'Oh, by the way, Mom and Dad, while you were away, I got really horny when Mr. Harrison spanked me and then we fucked.' Yeah, that would go over well on my part, too." Mr. Harrison looked torn, still sitting in the chair, and she moved closer to him, his face almost in line with her breasts. "Please, Mr. Harrison? I will call you Daddy if you really like it. I kind of like it." He groaned and she knew he was torn.

"You can't just start something like this and not finish!" she exclaimed. "Now, we both know that if we don't fuck, I'm gonna go up to my room and finger the hell out of my pussy and you're going to go to the guest room and jack off. So why not..."

"Shit, Jennifer, don't say that," he said.

She stopped mid-sentence and blushed. There was no way he could be turning her down like this if he really wanted her. He must have thought she was ridiculous. She felt ridiculous, and she couldn't stop the embarrassment from rolling through her entire body, her face and neck probably beet red. "I'm sorry," she whispered, tears springing in her eyes as she became acutely aware of the stinging on her ass and the fact that her pussy juice was dripping down her leg. It only served to humiliate her more. She turned and ran up the stairs, her face burning. Mr. Harrison didn't follow.

She got to her room and pushed the door closed behind her. she was making an idiot of herself and she knew it. she burst into tears again and sat on her bed. she should have just gone home with Daniel. she will be in a lot more trouble, but she wouldn't have acted like that in front of Mr. Harrison, and he wouldn't be sitting downstairs thinking she was just a horny teenage slut. She was horny, but that was beside the point. She was humiliated, and that was overtaking any other emotion at the moment.

She stripped out of her bar clothes, just leaving her little thong on, and crawled under the covers in her bed, tears streaming down her face. She rolled onto her side, her back away from the door as she slid her panties out of the way, not wanting to take them off. she plunged a finger into her pussy, rocking against her hand as she furiously worked her wet hole, sobbing the entire time as she tried to comfort herself by bringing on an orgasm. she could almost feel Mr. Harrison's strong fingers still inside her. "Oh Daddy..." she murmured, thinking of him and how much it had turned her on to call him Daddy earlier, trying to ignore how completely humiliated she was. "Mmmm... Daddy..."

She came quickly, saying the word Daddy over and over again as she rocked against her hand, though it was nothing like the orgasm she knew Mr. Harrison could have given her.

She felt tears streaming down her face as she came, still upset that she had to make herself cum because Mr. Harrison wouldn't. She sniffled as she came down, taking her hand away from her pussy and fixing her panties over her mound.

"Jennifer..."

She jumped as she heard Mr. Harrison's voice. she sighed as she debated how to feel. She should have been embarrassed, but she had told him she was going to go upstairs and masturbate, and after what had happened, it didn't seem all that bad. she should have been angry that he was watching her, but chances were the door had been slightly open, as her door is broken and it sometimes does that if she don't make sure it's closed tightly. She decided just not to care. What was one more humiliation after the way she had been downstairs? she was still embarrassed about that.

"What?"

She heard him enter the room and the door shut behind him. "I just want to talk for a minute."

He walked across the room and sat on the edge of her bed. Her back was still to him and she bit her lip. He rested his hand against her blanket-covered leg, rubbing it gently through the blanket. "I realised I sounded awful," he said. "There's nothing I do like more than to fuck you, baby. You're a gorgeous girl. I just got nervous..I felt bad for hitting you, and I don't want to lose your father as a friend. I feel guilty for thinking about you that way when you're so young, and she didn't mean to offend you when I said no. It wasn't because I don't want to. It's because I don't want to fuck you if you're just doing it because you were turned on and were going to fuck anyone."

"Mr. Harrison," she said softly. "Stella and I were talking about you at dinner and I was completely right in guessing that I wanted to fuck you. I mean, Gosh, I was thinking about you when I was..." she stopped suddenly, not wanting to tell him about Daniel. Mr. Harrison was silent, and she knew he had to be kicking himself. He just had to be, after what he had said. "Mr. Harrison, if you want, you can lie down with mw for awhile," she whispered, thinking that one more risk at stupid behaviour wouldn't hurt.

"I don't want you to do anything you don't really want to," he said.

"I will love if you lay down with me for awhile," she repeated, her voice a little bit stronger. "I think you want to, too."

He paused before pulling the blanket down a bit and moving under the covers with her. She shifted to give him some room, letting him lie down before she leaned back against him. He put his arm around her, but moved it almost immediately.

"You're naked," He said.

"I have panties on," she said, reaching to pull his arm around her again. He had a T-shirt on, and she held his bare arm against her stomach. He wouldn't touch. her completely, holding his body a little bit away from.her, and she knew he was still nervous about what he was doing. She couldn't blame him; she was nervous, too. Exhilarated, but nervous. There was something about the way Mr. Harrison had just suddenly grabbed her earlier, the way he hadn't even thought the way he had touched her sexual until she practically begged him to touch her. The twisted way that he had thought it was okay to spank an eighteen-year old girl that he didn't know well enough to hand out punishment like that. The way he ordered her to call him Daddy, at least the one time. That nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach was what was made her so wet. She didn't know what he was going to do next. At the same time, she knew she could trust Mr. Harrison. There was no way he would ever do anything that would really hurt her. He did, after all, have to answer to her parents.

They laid on her bed together for a few minutes, not moving, not speaking. The room was filled with tension. Jennifer was fairly certain that Mr. Harrison wanted to continue what he had started before, but he was unsure of how she would react after he had said no before. She, on the other hand, wanted his dick, her orgasm earlier only making her want to feel him more. But she didn't want to embarrass herself as she had earlier. There was only so much humiliation she could take in one night. So she waited, the tension eating away ather, only serving to heighten her wonder of what would happen next.

Eventually she felt Mr. Harrison's arm move further around her, finally pulling her closer to him. She sighed as she felt the bulge in his pants press against her ass, his hand moving to cup her breast as he held her closer to him. He started to move his hand gently against her, letting his palm slide against her hard nipple before cupping it again. He let his fingers trail between her breasts and up to her nipple again, rolling it between his fingers. she cried out softly as he pinched it lightly, and pressed her ass back a little harder, grinding against him.