This is my first sex story–ever, and I’ve read a lot of great ones on XNXX. Please review and rate, I’d really like to know what everyone thinks about my writing. I had a lot of fun writing this, and I’d be happy to take requests, constructive criticism and even if you’d like this to have a sequel or be a series, maybe including Alison in it 😉 Please don’t be rude, if you don’t like my story you don’t have to read it, just click the ‘back’ button and you won’t have to worry about it anymore. Enjoy! 😉

*I’ve decided this is going to be the first in a series about this character. I will gladly take any suggestions, feel free to PM me through the Forum section to give me any possible scenarios for Charlie*

My name is Charlotte Martinez, but I go by Charlie. I’m 17 years old and I have a best friend named Alison Johnson. Her and I go together like peanut butter and jelly, but physically, we’re polar opposites. She’s petite, 5’4, with small A-cup breasts to go along with her size, a tiny bubble butt, pale-ish skin and blonde hair; While I, on the other hand, am a 5’10 Hispanic girl with curves in all the right places, I have a thick ass that guys love to stare at, perky C-cup breasts with light brown nipples to match my naturally brown/tan skin. My dark brown, almost black hair hangs a few inches below my breasts and although I’m not stick-skinny like Ali, I’m definitely in shape. Boys constantly fawn over me (and Ali) at school and around our town. I have had my fair share of high school boys and even a fling with a couple frat guys from the local university, but none of them could keep my attention for too long. 

The one person who has always kept my attention, since the measly age of 9? Alison’s father, Michael. I had shamelessly had a crush on him when I first met Ali in elementary school. He and Ali’s mom (who was no longer in the picture after a crazy divorce) had her when they were 23. Mr. Johnson is 6’3, has lightly tanned skin and a very fit body thanks to his daily runs, that he unfortunately hides under suits when going to work at his law firm. His hair is dark brown with a small amount of gray hair peaking out in the roots, which surprisingly made him more handsome.

I’ve been planning the seduction of Ali’s father for months and I long decided that the best day for it would be this weekend, the weekend of the Homecoming dance at our high school. I’m staying with Ali and her dad for the weekend while my parents are out of town.

As I’m writing this, Ali and I are on our way back to her place after a day of pampering: manicures, pedicures, make-up and hair all done. Yes, I know it’s not prom, just Homecoming. But this is Texas and we take our football–and Homecoming–very seriously.

As we get to her room I open the shopping bag from Victoria’s Secret and pull out a black lace thong with the matching push-up bra–even though I don’t need much push-up– and put it on. As Ali turns around she gasps, “Damn girl, who are you trying to seduce?”

Your dad, I say in my head. “Oh no one special,” I lie, smirking at her.

She shakes her head, “I wish I had your body, guys go crazy over it.”

I slap her arm, “Shush, you look gorgeous.”

She smirks, “Damn straight.”

I shake my head and slide on my dress, then my shoes. “I’ll see you downstairs, I smell food!”

“Fatty,” she shouts after me and I head downstairs. I walk into the kitchen and Mr. Johnson making dinner. He looks up from the cutting board and stares at me, his mouth a little open, his eyes slightly bulged out. I’m wearing a tight fitting black dress that has a sweetheart neckline, perfectly accentuating my pushed-up cleavage, and barely covers my ass. It hits each of my curves perfectly and my nude peep teo heels show off my pedicured feet. My hair is done in curls that fall on either side of my breasts, accentuating my C-cups. I smile at him and walk over to the counter beside him, sitting on the barstool beside him.

“Need any help Mr. Johnson?” I ask sweetly, crossing my legs and knowing fully well that my dress rides up even higher when I cross my legs. 

“No, no,” he says quickly, as if his words are jumbled. I look down at his crotch and see a slight bulge forming. He’s wearing dress pants and a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His suit jacket is thrown across one of the dining room chairs and I can see his muscles bulging beneath the shirt. “But if you could set the table up, that would be great Charlie.”

I bite my nude lipstick covered lip and nod, getting up and walking over to the dinner table, setting up three places. I remember when I used to set four, cheating whore.

Ali’s mom had been sleeping with her dad’s partner from his law firm, it was a big community-wide scandal because the guy she was cheating with was in the running for county judge. They were both ran out of town and Mr. Johnson was left heartbroken. Ali had told me over the past four years that her dad had dated approximately two women, but never went further than a couple dates. 

As I bend over the table, setting the plates, I imagine him bending me over and fucking me til I scream. Tonight has to be the night.

After eating dinner we head to Ali’s car and wave at her dad, me a little longer. He smiles at me and I smile back, biting my bottom lip and staring until Ali pulls me away and into her car. I sigh as we arrive at the dance and meet up with our friends. I spend the night sipping out of some flasks and getting hit on by the majority of the junior class. Ali eventually left me to go make out with her boyfriend of the week and I silently cursed her for leaving me alone to be hit on with no backup. I sigh, now or never, Charlie. 

I grab my iPhone and click on Mr. Johnson’s name, hearing it ring just one time before hearing his voice. 

“Charlie, is everything okay?” he asks with concern. 

“Yes and no, we’re okay. It’s just that Ali left me to go spend time with Josh and I am completely over this dance. Ali won’t go home and I honestly just do not want to be here anymore, is there anyway you can pick me up?” 

He chuckles and I smile at the sound of his laugh, “Yes of course dear, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” 

I pace back and forth in front of the school, anticipating all of my moves for the night. Ali wouldn’t be home for at least two hours, which would hopefully be plenty of time for me to seduce him. 

He arrives and gets out of the car, wearing sweat pants and a hoodie with his hair is wet. He opens the door for me like he always does for Ali and me and as I pass him I smell chlorine. 

“Oh; did you turn on the hot tub?!” I ask excitedly and he chuckles. Every fall when it starts to get cooler (for Texas, at least) he turns on the hot tub. 

“Yup, I was relaxing in there when you called.” 

I laugh, “Sorry, Mr. J.” I purposely struggle to get into the tall Ford truck. He helps me and I know he can see my black lace thong underneath my tight dress as I hop on. I buckle up and tell him about the awful time I had on the way home. 

“All this work was for nothing,” I say, pointing at my dress and hair as walk into the front door. 

“Well you look beautiful nonetheless,” he replies quickly and I smile at him. He scratches the back of his neck and his brows furrow as he thinks of what he just told me. “I’m going to go back into the hot tub, you already know the drill, this is your home too, do whatever you’d like.” 

I see him walk into the back porch and take off his sweatpants and hoodie, revealing board shorts and a bare chest, showing off his very fit body for a 40-year-old. I walk upstairs and look out of Ali’s window and down at the backyard, seeing him relaxing with a glass of wine in one hand and a book in another in the hot tub. He just made my plans of seduction so much easier. 

I look into my weekend bag and stuff my bikini into the bottom, Ali’s breasts and ass are smaller than mine, meaning her bikini would fit me a lot smaller and be a lot more revealing.  I smirk and look in her drawer until I find a white string bikini. The bikini top is for A-cups and as I tie it on, my breasts practically bulge out of the triangles.The bottoms are an x-small, I usually need a small/medium for my thick Latina ass. The triangle that is supposed to cover my ass might as well be a thong. I giggle and look in the mirror. The white bikini contrasts against my naturally tan, medium brown Hispanic skin beautifully. I look like sex on a stick. There’s no way he’s going to be able to resist this. I throw my hair into a messy bun and grab Ali’s bathrobe, check to make sure my makeup is perfect and walk downstairs. I can already feel the excitement soak through my bikini bottoms as I open the back door and see him facing away from the door. I walk up the steps to the balcony type area the hot tub is on and it’s not until I’m on the steps to get into the hot tub that he notices me.

 He laughs and shifts a little uncomfortably, “Charlie, what are you doing?” 

“I got bored and the hot tub sounds really amazing, it’s okay right?” I ask with an innocent smile and place my hands on the sash of the robe. Waiting for his ‘okay.’ 

He hesitates and then nods, “Yes of course.” 

I drop the robe and look at him to see his eyes wide, his breaths low and shallow.

“Isn’t that Alison’s bikini?” he asks, flustered. I giggle and nod. “That’s a little small for you, is it not?” I see him shift underneath the water, his hand pulling at his board shorts.

“I forgot mine, it doesn’t look bad does it?” I ask with a worried look on my face.

He shakes his head with a small smile and takes a deep breath, “No, no not at all sweetie.” He pours himself another glass of wine and chugs it. Liquid courage?

I sit a foot away from him and shiver a little, “Can I have some wine? I won’t tell anyone, promise.” I bite my bottom lip and smile innocently.

He shakes his head and chuckles, “What the hell, you’re not going anywhere else tonight.” He pours me a glass of wine and hands it to me and I sip it slowly, moaning softly at the taste. He looks at my lips as I lick the Moscato off of them and shakes his head and picks up his book and starts reading again.

“Thanks, Mr. J,” I say, placing the glass on the edge of the hot tub and scoot closer, crossing my legs and letting my foot brush against his calf. “So, any women in your life?”

He chuckles and puts his book against his chest, “You’re not gonna let me read are you?” When I shake my head he chuckles and sighs, “There is a co-worker I went on a date with last weekend.”

“Did you fuck her?” I ask.

He looks absolutely taken aback by my question and he hesitates, “This isn’t appropriate, Charlie.”

I giggle, “Just answer the question.”

He sighs, “No, we did not have sex, Charlie. But you really shouldn’t be asking me those kinds of questions.” He seems so flustered, so I scoot closer and angle my body so my perky, C-cup breasts are against his side. 

“How long has it been since you got to fuck a hot, wet little pussy?” I ask him in a soft voice.

He looks down at me and shakes his head, “Charlie, this is extremely inappropriate, you’re my daughter’s best friend, you’re only 17,” he says in a stern tone.

“I’m 17, that’s the legal age in Texas, you of all people should know that, Mr. Johnson,” I say as I climb onto his lap, my legs on either side of him. I grab the book from his hands and toss it onto the porch, placing his hands on my hips as I scoot forward on his lip, my pelvis on his hard on. God this feels good.. “You’ve never thought of fucking my tight little pussy?” I say, rolling my hips on his hard on.

He groans. “Charlie,” he begins, his grip tightening on my hips.

I place two fingers on his lips and then grab the two strings tied behind my neck, holding up the white bikini, untying them and letting my bikini top fall down to my waist. I cup my C-cup breasts and pinch my already hard, brown nipples. 

“And you have never thought of sucking on my nipples? Feeling them with your big hands? Sliding your cock between them?” I ask and grab his hands, placing them on my breasts. “It’s okay, Mr. Johnson. I won’t tell if you don’t.” 

He groans a low groan and squeezes my breasts, his hard on absolutely bulging beneath his board shorts, “Charlotte, this is wrong.”  

“You don’t want to fuck me, Mr. Johnson?” I say slowly and run my hand down his chest and onto his rock hard cock through his board shorts. I start rubbing it firmly, up and down and he groans again. 

“Please, call me Michael,” he says, panting a little. 

“Sit up on the edge, Michael,” I tell him. He looks at me and places his hand on my cheek.

 “Jesus, I’m going to hell,” he says and rubs his thumb across my lips. I bite his thumb and suck it deep, which results in another groan from him. “Fuck it,” he says and climbs on top of the edge of the hot tub, his calves the only thing under the water. I get on my knees in between his legs and rub his hard on through his shorts.

I put fingers from both my hands on either side of his board shorts and pull down, struggling a little as his hard on gets stuck on the band, I pull it out push his board shorts down into the warm water, letting them float to the other side of the hot tub. I stroke his cock with both hands, his cock is by far the biggest I have ever had in my hands. It has to be around 8.5 inches and the girth has to be about two inches. I look up at him and see him staring at me with large eyes. I continue to stare at him as I lean down and take his cock into my mouth, my tongue licking all around the head and over the tip, licking the droplets of precum as they come out. I begin to take him deeper until he starts to go down my throat. I gag softly as he moans, “Charlie!” I pull back, strings of saliva, between my mouth and his cock before going back down until he hits the back of my throat again, emitting another moan from him.

“Jesus, Charlie,” he says, both hands on either side of my face as I suck him as deep and firmly as possible, my tongue licking every inch of his cock and my hand stroking the few inches I can’t get down my throat.

I can’t believe this is actually working, I think as I continue sucking him, loving the taste of him and the sound of his moans.

After a few minutes of me sucking him off he pats my cheek, “Charlie, enough, I want to cum inside of you,” he says in a voice I’ve never heard him use. It’s pure sex. He looks at me, grabs the back of my neck pulls me up to his level and kisses me hard, his tongue invading my mouth and thrashing against mine. I whimper and kiss him back harder, my arms wrapping around his neck. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you little minx.” He whispers against my neck and throws my bikini top into the water.

He stands up, his cock erect and sticking straight out. He pushes me against the edge and unties the strings on either side of my waist, my bikini bottoms floating away in the hot tub. He groans as he sees my completely shaven pussy and he picks me up and steps out of the hot tub, my arms and legs around his body. “We’re not doing this here.” He carries me into the house, up the stairs and into his bedroom with ease. He throws me on the bed just as easily and brings my legs up, my feet flat on the bed and my knees bent. He opens my legs wide and looks at my pussy and then at my complete body. “So fucking sexy,” he says and leans down, his mouth and tongue on my pussy. His tongue slides up my slit and licks my protruding clit like his life depended on it. I moan loudly, whimpering. None of the guys I’d slept with had ever gone down on me. 

“Oh my god, Michael!” I say breathlessly.

“I just got started,” he says, looking up at me. “Have you never had your beautiful pussy eaten?”

I shake my head quickly, breathing hard as he slides his fingers up and down my slit.

“Oh baby,” is all he says. My heart beats hard and fast at baby and I lean back on my elbows as I watch him throw my legs over his shoulders and he puts his head back down between my legs, licking up my slit into my clitoral hood. He sucks and nibbles on my clit and I moan and thrash in return. He has to place his hands on my waist to keep me still when all I want to do is thrash under his grip. He spreads my legs wider and looks up at me as he stiffens his tongue and slowly enters my pussy, tongue fucking it as he rubs my clit with his thumb. I cry out, my heart pounding and my breathing hard as I feel an orgasm coming.

“Oh my god, oh my god, fuck fuck fuck,” I say breathlessly, gripping the bed sheets as I feel my orgasm peaking. I scream his name and my hips rock hard, despite his grip pushing me down.

 I breathe hard, panting as my back hits the bed. He comes up and lays on top of me, his hard on pressing against my stomach as he kisses me hard. I taste myself on his lips and on his tongue and I moan at the taste, weak from my orgasm.

“It’s not over yet baby,” he whispers against my ear as he sucks on my neck.

I nod and raise my legs and wrap them around his waist, “Fuck me.”

He groans and throws his head back as the head of his cock pops into my pussy and as he slowly pushes the rest of himself in me. I cry out and bite my bottom lip hard, my pussy never having been stretched like this before. He moans and looks down at me, kissing me firmly, “What have you done to me, Charlotte?” he says my name filled with emotion. I look up at him and wrap my arms around his neck and shake my head, not knowing what to say. I moan as he fills me to the hilt, looking up at him and moaning, “Michael..”

He places his hands on either side of my head and begins thrusting in and out of me, pounding me and filling me with every inch of his large cock. I moan over and over, screaming his name constantly as he pounds my tight pussy. The feeling is incredible and I don’t even think I could put the feeling into words.

He grabs me and rolls us over expertly, so I’m straddling him, and in the whole movement, he never leaves my pussy. Sitting on top of him makes the penetration so much better, and as I begin rolling my hips and bouncing, the pleasure is so much stronger. The curve of his cock makes it the perfect angle to hit my g-spot every time I roll my hips, and my eyes practically roll into the back of my head with pleasure with every roll of my hips and bounce. “Dear god..” he groans and grabs onto my breasts, pinching the rock hard nipples and pulling them as he begins thrusting upwards, pile-driving my pussy as I roll my hips, meeting each of my thrusts down by thrusting up.

I can feel my orgasm peaking once again and I breathe hard, panting and screaming, “Michael, I’m gonna cum!” I say as he grabs a hold of my hips and starts thrusting up into me with what seems like all of his force and energy. My eyes actually do roll into the back of my head as I begin to orgasm, my pussy clenching even tighter around his cock as I begin spasming around his cock, my orgasm stronger than any I have ever had before. My pussy clenching must bring him over the edge, because ten seconds later he’s joining me in my orgasm and I feel his hot cum spurting into my pussy, filling me up. My pussy spasming around his cock, milking his cock for every ounce of cum possible.

He falls back onto the bed, breathing hard with sweat running down his forehead. “Jesus Christ..” he says and lifts me, laying me on the bed beside him. I giggle and he kisses me firmly, “Oh Charlie..” He pulls me against his chest and kisses my head. 

“I love you, Mr. Johnson,” I whisper as I drift off into sleep. I think I hear it back before I drift off into darkness. 

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