Doing Mr Doughty - Her Best Friend's Dad: Younger Woman With An Older Man (Girls Like Her Love Guys Like You: He's Out Of Her League But In Her Bed (Younger women With Older Men))

DOING MR DOUGHTY - HER BEST FRIEND'S FATHER

YOUNGER WOMAN WITH AN OLDER MAN

Sexy student Cassidy visits her friend Jade, but she's not in. Only Jade's dull, boring, but very sweet dad, Mr Doughty is home. He invites Cassidy in and a harmless accident with a soft drink turns into some wild, and unforseen antics in the bedroom... 5000 words.

WARNING

This story features sex between 18-year-old Cassidy and Mr Doughty, who is her best friend’s 46-year-old father. They enjoy full sex, kissing, oral sex, internal ejaculations and rimming. This story is for adults only and all the characters are over 18. If you like stories featuring sex between older men and younger women, you might like Doing Mr Doughty - Her Best Friend's Dad.

EXTRACT

Cassidy pretended to listen. She always tried to be polite. But Mr Doughty was a bit boring.
“Here we are,” he said and placed the tray on the coffee table. “You don’t mind biscuits do you. I mean, oh, some young ladies think they’re fattening, but, well, you, you are very lovely, I mean slim and pretty and well, one or two biscuits won’t do any harm.”
He had gone very red.
Cassidy smiled shyly, feeling a bit embarrassed. She shrugged her shoulders.
“I… I like biscuits,” she said.
“Excellent,” said Mr Doughty and sat down opposite her. He was wearing grey trousers and for a moment Cassidy, for some reason, stared at his crotch when he sat and opened his legs. She shuddered and thought she saw an erection in his pants. Her throat went dry. She reached for the drink and lubricated her throat and averted her eyes, gazing at the bookshelves that were crammed with boring accountancy and economic books, and then scanning the walls that were festooned in photographs of the Doughty family. There was one of Mr and Mrs Doughty on their wedding day. He was obviously about 20 years younger in the photo, but he still wasn’t really handsome. Just plain and nice. Cassidy wouldn’t have fancied him if they’d been closer in age, even.
“Well now,” said Mr Doughty, “how is college for you? It’s nice to have a chat with you, very nice you visit us, nice to see more of you, I mean, well, you know, you and I don’t get much of a chance to chat, so, how is college?”
“Oh, it’s OK,” she said coyly, still smiling very sweetly.
“Would you like to be an actress after you finish the course?”
“Well, it’s performing arts, so more like a singer really, a pop star, you know.”
“Oh yes, very nice, I’m sure you have a lovely voice, yes, oh you’d make a lovely pop star, Cassidy, in those nice sparkly little – yes, well, you know… accounting is a very secure employment, and I’ve tried to encourage Jade and Michael, you know, to follow in my footsteps, but Jade, well, she fancies herself an actress, so what can you do but support your kids, eh?”
Cassidy smiled. She nibbled on a biscuit.
“I mean, some people think accounting is boring, but it’s not, you see, it’s very fascinating.”
Cassidy was starting to feel a bit weird. She had clamped her thighs together. Her breasts burned. He was a sweet man, but Jade always moaned that he was embarrassing as a dad, making jokes, trying to be cool. But Mr Doughty was not cool. He was the opposite of cool. He was – not hot – she jerked, her cola spilled. Some of it splashed on her skirt.
“Oh dear,” said Mr Doughty, leaping to his feet, “you’ve spilt your drink, let me…”
Cassidy froze with horror. He wasn’t going to do what she thought he was about to do, was he? He was. He did...

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Rebecca Ryatt has written at least a dozen erotic stories for Kindle.