My daughter's sweet friend

This story happened last spring; the names of the characters have been changed.

It's been three years since my wife died in an accident; my daughter Yulia and I live alone. I run a small detective agency, and my daughter is studying at the institute. I'm 45, a tall, slender man, and my daughter is 20, a tall, slender brunette with beautiful size 2 breasts and a small, firm butt, but my story is not about Yulia, but about her friend Mila.

That evening, I came home from work tired but satisfied; the client whose order I had completed paid me generously. My daughter wasn't home; she had gone to her grandmother's dacha for the weekend. I took a shower, filled a glass

of red wine, and settled down near the TV. Clicking the remote, I stumbled upon a porn channel: a beautiful, slender girl was giving a blowjob to two guys at the same time. Just as I thought it would be nice to relieve some tension—I hadn't gotten a steady woman, and it had been over a month since the last time—the doorbell melody played, and I opened the door. On the threshold stood Mila, my daughter's best friend, a beautiful young blonde of 20, in a black coat and black high-heeled shoes.

"Hello, Vladislav Sergeevich, is Yulia home?" asked Mila. "No, Mila, she's not; she went to her grandmother's for the weekend," I replied. "She left? We were supposed to work on a project together; she has all the data for the work on her computer," Mila said disappointedly.

I invited the girl inside to call my daughter and discuss the situation, and if needed, to download the data from my daughter's computer or take the laptop with her. I took the girl's coat; she was wearing a short skirt just above the knees and a black silk blouse, under which the outline of her bra was slightly visible. Mila is a slender and quite tall girl, with beautiful size 2 breasts and a small, firm butt. I suggested to Mila that while they discussed what to do, I would make tea and we could have some together. Mila nodded affirmatively, already greeting Yulia on the phone.

Mila went into my daughter's room and began animatedly telling her something. After a while, the water boiled. I set up tea, coffee, sugar, cream, two cups, plates for cake, cake, candies, and cookies on the coffee table in the living room. When everything was ready for tea, I called the girl. She settled into an armchair, put a piece of cake on her plate, I poured her tea, and jokingly asked if she wanted wine or champ

agne—my unfinished glass of wine was right there on the table. Mila said she would gladly have a glass of dry red wine. I went to the kitchen for a glass for my guest and, already leaving the living room, suggested the girl turn on the TV, completely forgetting that the porn channel was still on.

When I entered the room, Mila was sitting in the same position in the armchair with a crimson face and wide-open eyes, and on the screen, the girl was now being impaled on cocks with her mouth and pussy. Not knowing what to say, I stood in the doorway and watched Mila. The situation was terrible, but I had to do something. I entered the living room, went to the bar, took out an already opened bottle of red wine, filled a glass, and placed it in front of the girl on the table. "Allow me," I reached for the remote, which Mila was still holding in her hand. The girl gave me the remote, but before I could switch the channel, she asked:

"Vladislav Sergeevich, do you often watch such films?"

The situation couldn't have been more awkward. I was standing next to a young, beautiful girl; on the screen, an equally beautiful girl was fucking two men, and I felt myself getting aroused.

"Sometimes," I replied, blushing. "You know my daughter and I live alone, and I don't have a mistress."

"Yes, I understand," Mila said with a mysterious smile. "Please don't switch the channel; I've never watched such films in the presence of a man before," Mila said, "and sit down already, or the tea will get cold."

We drank the wine; Mila drained her glass in one gulp and asked me to pour more, which I gladly did. After the second glass of wine, the girl became a bit bolder and, looking now at me—or rather, at the bulge protruding from under my robe—now at the TV screen, asked, "Vladislav Sergeevich, did you manage to finish what you started before I arrived, or not?"

I thought for a second about how to answer Mila. The girl, continuing to smile mysteriously, finished her wine, set down the glass, and slightly spread her legs. From under her hitched-up short skirt, I saw the thin strip of her panties. I shuddered, and the bulge between my legs grew even larger. I was getting more and more aroused with each second. Mila spread her legs even wider and ran her fingers over her chest.

"Vladislav Sergeevich, do you like me?" Mila asked.

"Yes, Mila, you are a very beautiful and sexy girl," I answered almost inaudibly, not taking my eyes off the girl's spread legs and the narrow strip of fabric between them.

The girl got up from the armchair and sat next to me on the sofa. "Please help me, Vlad," and with these words, Mila opened the flaps of my robe and ran her small hand over the bulge protruding from my underwear. I became unbearably hot. I ran my fingers over the thin fabric of her panties between the girl's legs; to my surprise, the panties were wet, and her pussy itself was hot.

I pressed the girl to me and gently kissed her on the lips. Mila returned my kiss, and after a few seconds, the tip of her tongue penetrated my mouth; the girl caressed my tongue with hers. I touched the girl's breasts, her legs, and her butt, moving her panties aside, I reached her hot and wet pussy; her hand was still on my bulge, gently squeezing and stroking it. "Vlad, please stand up and show yourself to me." Reluctantly, I removed my hands from the girl's charms, stood up from the sofa, untied the belt of my robe, and dropped it to the floor. I turned my back to Mila and took off my underwear. When I turned to face the girl, she had already managed to hike her skirt even higher, unbutton her blouse, and was caressing her nipples with two fingers, one after the other.

"Oh my God, how big it is, Vlad, and shaved—I've never seen one like that," the girl said, leaning slightly forward and taking my cock in her hand.

From excitement, my cock twitched. Mila ran her hand over it, from the head to the base, squeezed it, and holding me by the cock, pulled me toward her. I took half a step and found myself at the very edge of the sofa where the aroused girl was sitting. Mila opened her mouth, gently kissed the head of my cock, making me—and the cock—shudder again. The girl looked into my eyes.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered, exhaling heavily.

Mila kissed the head of my cock again, ran the tip of her tongue around it, firmly holding the cock with her hand, she moved from the base to the head and back, and then, opening her mouth wide, took the head into her mouth and squeezed it with her lips. I was bursting with excitement and the sensations from her touch. Without unsealing her lips, the girl caressed the head with her tongue, now circling around it, now teasing the very tip of the cock. Several times she pulled the head out of her mouth and sucked it back in. A few times, she took more than half of the cock into her mouth and then went back to sucking the head. It was clear that the girl not only gave excellent blowjobs—she herself loved sucking.

I pulled Mila's blouse off, unclasped and removed her bra, and caressed her nipples with my fingers. The girl was breathing heavily and languidly, not stopping sucking my cock; she would deepthroat it, then suck it, speeding up her movements. A wave of orgasm was approaching me; the moment of ejaculation was getting closer and closer, which I told Mila. She released my cock from her mouth for a second, smiled at me, and then, taking the cock back into her mouth, began sucking it even harder, taking it deep into her mouth. I placed my hands on the back of the girl's head and, moving to meet Mila, began fucking her mouth. At first, the head of my cock hit the back of her throat with each thrust; she breathed heavily and wheezed. I fucked her mouth more and more sharply until, at one point, I felt the edges of the head penetrate something unknown. Mila wheezed and pressed her nose against my pubic area.

I realized Mila had taken all 20x4 cm into her throat. Indescribable excitement overwhelmed me; my whole body trembled, and a hot stream of semen, burning my cock from the inside, erupted into the girl's throat—one stream, a second, a third. I pulled my cock out of the girl's mouth; she was breathing heavily and smiling tiredly, while streams of semen were still spurting from my cock, falling on her face, neck, and breasts. Mila caught my cock with her hand and, squeezing the head with her lips, began sucking out the remaining semen. God, how well she sucked. Her fingers caressed my balls, then slid along the shaft, and she kept sucking. Then she released my slightly deflated cock, opened her mouth, and showed me the remnants of semen on the tip of her tongue. She closed her mouth, swallowed the semen, and when Mila opened her mouth again, it was clean.

"Vlad, did you like it?" Mila asked with a smile on her face.

"And now I want to take a shower, and then we'll continue," the girl said, stood up, and, swaying her butt slightly, went to the bathroom.

I sat in the armchair; scenes from the porn film flashed before my eyes, and I thought about the girl who had just given me undoubtedly the best blowjob of my life. I filled the glasses and took a small sip of wine, relaxed in the armchair, and waited for my fairy.

Mila returned about 10 minutes later. She was wearing my daughter's thin silk robe, which emphasized her amazing, slender figure, long legs, firm breasts, and lovely butt. Mila stood two meters away from me, leaning her butt against the dining table.

"And now I want to see all of you," I said with a smile on my face.

I got up from the armchair, approached Mila, kissed her on the neck and lips, ran my fingers over her chest, stomach, and pubic area. She hugged me and kissed me. With my fingers, I caressed her labia and clitoris.

"Vlad, I want you," Mila whispered in my ear. "I want you to fuck me." I laid the girl on the table on her back, fondled her breasts, squeezed them one by one, twisted and pulled her nipples, then released them. I kissed her nipples and gently sucked them one by one, squeezing them with my lips. The girl first held her breath and then began to moan softly and breathe heavily. When I knelt before Mila, she spread her legs even wider and opened her pussy with her fingers. Her hot, pink, wet vagina was already moist when I ran the tip of my tongue around it.

"Yes, lick me with your tongue, darling," Mila whispered.

I touched the girl's clitoris with the tip of my tongue; she shuddered. I ran the tip of my tongue around her clitoris, gently squeezed it with my lips, and softly sucked it. A muffled moan escaped Mila's lips. I removed the girl's fingers from her labia and spread them myself so that her vagina was easily accessible to my tongue. I ran the tip of my tongue around her vagina a few more times, kissed it with a sucking motion, and inserted my tongue into the girl's pussy as far as I could. Mila pressed her hands against the back of my head and moaned loudly. I caressed her vagina, now deeply inserting my tongue, now lightly tickling the entrance to her pussy with the tip of my tongue. It was clear the girl liked it; she moaned louder and breathed languidly and rapidly. I began licking her clitoris, carefully inserting first two, then three fingers into her pussy, now deeply penetrating, now stretching her. My fairy began to wiggle her butt when I inserted my fingers.

I ran my fingers around her anus, spread the moisture around it, and carefully inserted a finger into her ass. She lifted her head, looked at me tenderly and invitingly, and with her hands, spread her buttocks and anus even wider. I slapped the girl hard on the buttocks, making her shudder, inserted two fingers into her pussy, and then inserted the wet fingers into her anus. Stretching her anus, I inserted my fingers simultaneously, then alternately.

"Vlad, I want to be your whore; do whatever you want with me, fuck your bitch, I want cock!" Mila said, smoothly writhing her whole body.

I ran the head of my cock, which was hard as a rod, over the girl's wet vagina, slapped the head against her wet pussy a few times, and then with one thrust, buried it inside Mila. She cried out.

"Yeeeees," she groaned deeply, "fuck me!"

I forcefully squeezed the inside of the girl's thighs and began fucking Mila with slow, smooth movements. She breathed languidly and heavily, moving her butt to meet my cock. The cock slid easily in her wet, hot pussy, despite how tightly she squeezed it. When I inserted my cock into the girl's pussy, she relaxed her vaginal muscles, and when the cock pulled out, she strongly clenched her muscles, reluctantly releasing the cock from the depths of her vagina. My cock penetrated the girl's womb again and again, from which she reluctantly released it. She moaned loudly and endlessly repeated, "Yeeeeeeeees... fuck me." I became more and more aroused and fucked Mila faster and faster. The cock entered the girl's womb up to my balls, which slapped loudly against her butt; I pulled it almost all the way out of Mila.

I placed the girl's thighs on my shoulders, pulled her closer to me so that her butt slightly hung off the table, and, no longer controlling myself, began fucking her quickly and sharply, with each thrust trying to penetrate even deeper into the girl. I couldn't maintain such a pace and amplitude of movement for long; a wave of orgasm was inexorably approaching, and I kept fucking my whore. When I once again almost pulled out my cock and drove it back in, Mila forcefully clenched her vaginal muscles, and we both shook simultaneously. Her vagina began convulsively squeezing again, and semen began erupting from my cock into her. Inside Mila, it became even hotter and wetter. We came together.

"Are you a bitch? A fuckable whore? Do you want me to fuck you, you slut?" I asked the girl, no longer controlling myself.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," Mila whispered.

I collapsed onto the table, onto Mila, unable to stand on my feet. Our lips greedily merged in a long, passionate kiss. After a while, my deflated cock slipped out of the girl's wet pussy. When I stood up and lifted Mila, she smiled, slightly spread her labia, and tensed slightly; a light, cloudy fluid began flowing from her pussy onto the floor.

"You're wonderful, Vlad. Am I a good whore?" Mila asked me, not at all embarrassed.

"Yes, Mila, you're a great whore and cocksucker!" I replied.

Mila smiled at this and, squatting down, greedily began licking and sucking my limp cock, stroking and teasing my balls with her fingers. After a while, thanks to Mila's intense caresses, my cock slowly began to rise right in the girl's mouth. She would deepthroat it entirely, then suck the head, then run her wet fingers over it, then lick the head. We both wanted more. When my cock was fully ready for battle, Mila stood up, turned her butt to me, lay on the table on her chest, and with her hands spread her buttocks. Her round, firm butt was beautiful; the ring of her anus was dark burgundy and wet.

I ran my fingers over her hot pussy, gathered the