Pleasuring My Dad's Best Friend

Eliana's POV

"Mmmh... yes! Yes! Just like that!" I moaned as Scott kept slamming into my pussy. I tried to stop myself from being so loud, but the pleasure was so intense.

"Moan for me, don't hold back," he whispered in my ear. His thrusts got even faster; I was so close to climax. He massaged my clit with his thumb as he pounded into me. Each thrust knocked the breath out of me and pleasure intensified until I could no longer hold back.

"You're so tight. So tight I want to fuck you so hard and shoot my load in you."

"Yes, I want that too," I said breathlessly. This was something I had always wanted. I wanted every part of him—including his cum.

"I'm gonna come!" He spanked my ass and pinched my nipple, making me moan so loud. The sound of our flesh slapping together as we fucked drove me even closer to climax.

"Good, Eliana. Come once more for me." That was all the command my body needed. I convulsed; the intensity of it was even greater than the first. My vision blurred, my senses stopped working, and every ounce of my being was seized by the come I was having.

I could feel he was close, too. He was fucking with reckless abandon, not calculated thrusts. His breathing was uneven, and a few moans escaped him as he pounded his way to climax. He gave one last, hard thrust and then bucked, shooting his cum into me—the condom. Then he collapsed on me, weak from satisfaction, and rolled over.

For so long I wanted him, wanted him to see me as more than a naive, brainless Ellie. But now, we were having mind-blowing sex at his party.

How it all started

I played with my clit in my room while I imagined Scott fucking me. A knock on the door snapped me back to reality. Great! For someone who knows nothing but my fingers and vibrators, these imaginations were wild.

"Your dress has arrived, Eliana, come try it out. Hurry so whatever adjustments need to be made will be done before the party!" Susan shouted from the door.

"Yes, aunt," I replied as I hurriedly brushed my hair. If I showed up looking like a mess, she might have a heart attack. She's obsessed with my appearance.

It was Scott's birthday. I hadn't seen him in a while; I could not wait to see him again. Maybe now he'll see me differently—as a woman, hopefully. If not, then what I've planned will make him change his mind.

I tried on the dress; it was lovely, stunning actually, but it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted something provocative… sexually provocative. I already had something in mind.

"You look stunning, my dear. You've grown into a beautiful young lady," Susie praised me. I couldn't stop myself from blushing. "I'd have to keep my eyes open. I know a lot of boys would be chasing after you, but we're going to pick only the best." I smiled and agreed. Who's "we"?

Who cares about boys, anyways? I just want Mr. Scott Blackwell. "Alright, go continue whatever you were doing. We'll be heading to Mr. Blackwell's party venue in two hours."

"Yes, Susie." Continue what I was doing... no way. If I did, my sheets would get soaked because of all the wetness of my pussy. I needed some control over my thoughts, at least before the party. Two hours till I get to see the man that stars in my dreams.

Two hours later

"Eliana! Eliana! What's keeping you in there?" Susie kept knocking at my door, ordering me to come out.

"I don't feel too well, aunt. I don't think I'll be attending. If I feel better, I'll ask Santiago to take me to the party."

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

"My stomach... it hurts," I replied, trying so hard to sound like I was in pain.

"I could stay with you if you want." Awwwn! So sweet of her, but no, that'll ruin my plan.

"No, aunt, go ahead. Enjoy the party and tell me all about it when you get home."

"Fine. Call me if you need me, I'll be here before you know it."

"I will. Thanks, aunt."

I waited for them to leave. Dressed in a black sparkly dress, slit on the side, strapless and fitted on my body, exposing my full beautiful breasts. I ordered an Uber; I didn't want anyone knowing I was at the party. I headed out, covered in a big fluffy coat in case anyone saw me. Hopefully, they'd ignore the hairdo and heels.

Thankfully, I got out without getting noticed, got into the Uber waiting for me, and was off to the location. I informed my friend Casey that I was heading out to a party and would like her to tell my aunt I was at her place if she called.

I slid a mask on and headed for the entrance. "Your invitation, miss," one of the security guards said while staring at my boobs and then my thighs, visible from the slit on the left side of the dress. Good thing I forwarded a copy of the invitation to my phone. I showed it to them. They let me in, not before wishing me a splendid evening. Of course, I plan to have a very good evening.

I walked into the hall; heads turned and whispers could be heard. It's not every day a female attends a normal party, masked and sexy as hell.

Mr. Blackwell was at the far corner, speaking with my dad; going over now would be a wrong decision.

Suddenly, his gaze shifted and our eyes met. There was something in his eyes, something I couldn't quite grasp—interest, maybe.

Breaking eye contact, I grabbed a glass of champagne as the server walked by, wondering if Mr. Blackwell would still look with such intensity if he knew who I was.

"Good evening, miss," a calm voice said from behind me.

I turned around to find a brown-haired guy, smiling, awaiting a response.

"Good evening."

"I'm Ashton Dexter, you?" I don't care who you are, silly! I don't need your attention. Would he just move away already?

"Nice to meet you," I replied, ignoring the fact he had asked for my name as well. I'm wearing a mask, so obviously I want no one to know who I am—duh!

"So, what is a beautiful lady such as you doing at a party all alone?" He had to be kidding me! Beautiful? Half of my face is covered, dude. Beautiful, more like beautiful breasts and curves, because he couldn't see my face.

"I prefer being left alone... that's why." I hope he'd get the message and leave me the fuck alone. He continued. He would not go away; now, he was awakening my annoyance.

"I believe the lady is not interested in whatever you're saying," a voice ordered, startling me. I can't believe it! It's Mr. Blackwell. His stare was so intense I could barely breathe. He had come over to this side of the room. His eyes lingered on my breasts and then returned his gaze to my face, trying to see if he'd recognize me. Of course not; I'm wearing a mask, I'm safe.

"Have we met before?"

"Yes." That is true, but I can't tell him how or when now, can I? I'm grateful I didn't stutter.

"Where?" What should I say? I didn't prepare a lie for this question.

"At an auction," I lied. It seemed Casey's influence was beginning to rub off on me.

"I see... we could talk for a while if you don't mind. There's a VIP room by the hallway," Mr. Blackwell suggested, his eyes focused on my chest as he spoke.

"Sure," I replied in a hurry. I was already loving how this was going!

My heartbeat sped up. His eyes were half-lidded, focused on my exposed thigh and breasts. Thank God I was a beautifully curved young woman.

The room was just a few steps away from the party hall. He opened the door for me and I got in; the room was lovely. It screamed luxury. I'm used to luxury but this was on another level. I went over to the bed and sat there, making sure to expose more of my thighs.

"So, mind telling me your name?" Mr. Blackwell asked, loosening his tie.

"I do not plan to reveal my identity just yet." I wasn't about to tell him my name and everything. "What is it you want to talk about?" I asked, feigning ignorance, while my heart was beating rapidly in excitement and fear. He looked a little pissed. What if all he wants to do is talk?

"I think you know exactly why I brought you here." He moved closer, his stare intense. "You probably heard a lot about me—my sexual activities." Staring at his pants, I could see his desire. He's huge. "Are you denying it?" Everything was going as planned!

"No! No, I'm not. I just..." I trailed off as his stare became one of obvious hunger.

"Undress for me." He didn't have to ask twice. I undressed slowly—seductively. Unzipping the dress, exposing my breasts. The only thing holding the dress to my body were my hips. Switching my hips to each side, I pushed down the dress until it gathered at my feet. His sharp intake of breath made me smile inwardly. He wanted me.

He moved even closer; his hands grabbed my boobs, then my ass. Every touch sent shivers down my spine.

"Take off your mask." His tone was soft, but it wasn't a statement; it was a command.

"The mask stays. This will be a one-time thing, no need to get familiar with my face." I had to hold my ground.

"How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-two." I couldn't possibly ruin my chance by telling the truth. Besides, he looked a bit disappointed. I should have said thirty. What use was just extra two years?

"Are you clean?"

"I have my medical report with me if you'd like to take a look at it." I, Eliana Garcia, came prepared. My altered medical report was in my purse.

Somehow, I knew I was going to have him today. I know the kind of attention my body attracts and Mr. Blackwell is known to be a playboy.

"No need." How could he be so trusting? I could have been lying. But he reached for something in a drawer and I understood why...

He undressed so quickly and slipped on a condom. "On your back. Put your knees up and spread those legs for me." I obeyed immediately.

Hovering over me, he kissed me—a hot, passionate kiss fueled by sexual hunger. His fingers slipped into my pussy, making me moan. It felt so good. In one swift motion, he pulled out his fingers, positioned himself at my entrance, and slammed into me.