My BFF lives 12 miles outside of town, in the middle of no where so it's a major pain to go visit her. But, she live son a lake, so when it's nice and hot outside I can talk my mom into dropping me off if her mother agrees to drive me home.

Well, yesterday her mom got called into work and her dad had to give me a lift. He's a real hunk, works in the woods all day, goes around with his shirt off, max six-pack and all ripped. Drives a truck and is just so fucking hot.

We hadn't left his neighborhood when he stopped at a package store for some beer. He popped the first can right there in the lot and shotgunned it. When he saw my expression he offered me one too. As we dove to my place he asked me if I was seeing anyone (his daughter is dating a guy on the football team) and I told him I was in between boyfriends. He then asked me if I had a summer job and I explained everything worth while in the area had already been taken when I started to search.

I was surprised when he told me we might help each other out. His wife was in menopause and had cut him off lately and self service wasn't cutting it for him. He offered me $50 if I would give him a hand job. Now, I'm no slut, but I'm not a p[rude either. I've given past boyfriends plenty of handy-jays over the years, as well as blowjobs and even let one fuck my ass. Well, and fifty-bucks was fifty-bucks so we pulled off onto an old dirty logging road and he pushed back his seat.

His cock was as well built as he was. Long, fat and hard right out of his jeans. I spit in y hand and began stroking him, but it was a hot day and my hand kept drying out. He kept urging me to lick the head a bit, to help lube it, but when I opened wide he pushed my mouth down and next thing I knew I was blowing him. His cock had a clean taste so I didn't mind, and he wasn't trying to choke me with it so I just let him set the pace until he warned me he was cumming.

I pulled off the shaft and stroked him hard, but aimed it for his chest. It was a heavy, thick load - he obviously hadn't self serviced in some time. Luckily, he was shirtless (as usual) so it was easy to use a rag to wipe up the load. He handed me 2 twenties and a ten and dropped me off at home.

Last night I lay in bed for hours thinking through what I had done. I'm not ashamed, instead I'm horny as hell. I got off once last night and twice more this morning. Mom is going to drive me to the beach at noon and I'm hoping he'll offer to drive me home again - I'm really wondering what it would feel like to have that thing pounding in and out of my ass... More importantly, I wonder what he'll pay me for it...

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by Anonymous on Jul 15, 2013 at 7:00 AM

It was a hot ass weekend, so I visited my BFF both Saturday and Sunday. Saturday was nice, but her mom wasn't busy so she drove me home. Fucking surreal sitting in her car, chatting away with her when we drove by the road where I had jerked her husband off just the day before. I totally spaced out thinking about his huge load of jism shooting out all over his chest and my hand.

Sunday was another story. She had to head into work for the evening shift, so I talked my BFF's dad into giving me a ride home. My BFF can be so dense some times. She tried to do a go with, so she could get a slushy. It took forever for her dad to convince her her he had errands to run and she would be bored to death before she finally gave in and let us go alone.

This time he didn't bother stopping for beer, or even asking me if I was interested. He just pulled off on that dirt logging road and stopped the car once it was well and into the trees. Once we were stopped he asked me if I had told anyone about what had happened on Friday. Well, I did write it down in my journal, but I wasn't dumb enough to tell him that. But I did tell him I had though about him all weekend, about how much I was hoping he would drive me home and maybe need a hand.... or a little more.

He said he really liked what I had done for him on Friday, but was hoping I might be willing to do more. He then fumbled out five twenties from his pocket, all balled up and crumpled and asked me if I would be willing to let him fuck me (not, make love with me, FUCK me) for a hundred.

I though about it for a couple minutes and told him I would, but since I wasn't on birth control he could only do it in my ass. Like a smart little Girl Scout I had a small bottle of KY lube in my pocket (be prepared!) and pulled down my cutoff shorts and swim bottoms.

The truck was cramped, but I was able to get on my hands and knees with my chest down on the seat and my ass high up. After a couple minutes of moving around he finally opened the door and stepped out, threw his jeans over the truck bed and pulled me back until my legs were dangling over the seat. This put his cock right at my pussy height. His fingers were hard and calloused from hard work, but he was still gentle as he squeezed and kneaded my ass cheeks. He was even nice enough to lap and finger my pussy a bit before he squeezed a glob of the lube onto a finger and worked it around my ass.

I've only had one other guy do me that way, and he wasn't all that big, but for some reason I just wanted a hard dick inside me. I wish I could say it was all dreamy like in those stories printed in the back of Cosmo where we looked into each others eyes as we came, but it wasn't. I was hot and sweat, bugs were eating the crap out of us, and he lasted about ten thrusts before he shot his load in my butt.

The next thing I know he's pulling out and throwing me my shorts while he pulls on his jeans and we're driving on down the road like nothing happened. When we got to my house he picked the money up off the floor and handed it to me, all embarrassed and I just went inside wondering what the hell had just happened?

It wasn't until I got inside and undressed to shower that I realized I had left my swim suit bottoms in his truck. This morning my BFF texted me and asked if I was missing anything... like my suit bottoms. She's not a stupid girl, I think she knows somethings up.

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by Anonymous on Jul 17, 2013 at 1:23 PM

I'm pretty sure my BFF knows something is up between me and her dad. I went over this morning and we hung out, swam a bit and took a walk to the store. She brought up the suit bottom again. Asked me how I had left it in her dad's truck when I was wearing it when I had left. Told her I taken it off in the store's bathroom because it was still wet and uncomfortable. I don't think she believes me.

When it was time to leave I asked if her dad was driving me home today. I think I might have been too insistent, or maybe too disappointed when she said her mom would. Either way, she was pretty pissed when I left. Now she wont reply to my texts.

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