Straight Female / 28
So this is quite a long one and definitely NSFW but the story effectively boils down to this - I've been having a secret affair with my godfather.
My parents divorced when I was 18 months old and my mom moved to a different state cutting off all ties with my dad. He didn't seem to mind too much because he didn't didn't stay in touch at all and we don't have a relationship now even though I'm 28 years old and have tried to contact him a few times. For those first 18 months my godfather (my dads best friend) was around a lot. He looked after me, was very doting and he was apparently devastated when we moved away. My godfather stayed in contact with us until I was about 3 because he hated my mom's partner at the time, there was a big argument and they lost contact. At 18 however we were reunited when I sent him an email out of the blue and he enthusiastically suggested we meet for a coffee.
Fast forwarding 17 years - my GF, let's call him Tom, is now a hotshot director at some investment bank in NY, married but without children and when I moved there for an internship we would occasionally meet for drinks after work. We got on like a house on fire and would always end up drinking far too much and staying out far too late together, then messaging all of the next day about what a state we were in.
He's tall, muscled and very good looking in a silver fox sort of way. He's 25 years older than me, still good friends with my estranged father and has that confidence that comes from being a successful man.
After a couple of years of nights out together and when I was about 20, the gears palpably shifted and our texts the day after drinks got more suggestive. We started flirting, sharing more intimate details and finally we were fully sexting. I'd tell him how I was so bored, hungover (and horny) in my meetings that I would end up sucking my pen and biting my lip, imaging that I was giving a distracting blow job to whoever it was that was lecturing me. He'd tell me what a naughty girl I was and how if he had his way I'd be under his desk giving him a practical demonstration. We messaged about various fantasies we had, I'd tease him that he wasn't exactly living up to the morality tale he'd signed up for and he'd tell me to be quiet or he'd bend me over his knee and spank me until I behaved. The first time we arranged drinks after this bout of sexting we did so with trepidation. Weirdly, nether of us wanted to ruin what we'd had as goddaughter / godfather and as what was effectively friends but both of us had spent weeks exchanging utter smut.
We met in one of the usual cocktail bars and strangely we both chatted and acted the same as we had any other time we'd seen each other. The majority of the night passed without either of us plucking up the courage to bring up the messages until finally, after about 5 drinks he said 'I hope I didn't upset you or creep you out'. I giggled and told him that if anything I'd initiated it but that it did feel strange... we decided to leave the bar and once we'd walked a little he took me by the hand and pinned me against the wall of a secluded doorway. We exchanged a mischievous look and he kissed me, deeply, opening my blouse a little and running his hands down my body. I reached for his crotch and as quickly as it had started he suddenly pulled away and said no, we really shouldn't do this here, I want to do this properly.
We walked into a nice hotel around the corner and he booked us into a room. The second we were inside he kissed me then lay down on the bed and told me to strip. I did so, nibbling slightly on my lip and looking up at him until I was in my brand new matching underwear set and stockings that I'd secretly bought for the potential of this exact situation. He told me to remove everything but my stockings and slowly, with nervous excitement, I did. He unbuttoned his trousers, freed his now very hard (and large) cock and told me that he wanted me to suck it. Again, I did what he asked, this wasn't my first time and I could take all of it in my throat, licking the underside, flicking my tongue around the tip and winking up at him. It wasn't long before he finished in my mouth, I swallowed it and he flipped me onto my back and returned the favour. Between moans I teased him that my dad probably wouldn't be too happy with him and he just thrust a couple of fingers deep inside me and told me that he had no problem actually bending me over his knee right now. Secretly very turned on by the idea I carried on and he was as good as his word. Bent me firmly over his knee, unclipped my suspenders and spanked me until my cheeks were pink and warm before repositioning me again and taking me from behind, pausing for the odd smack. It was hands down the best sex I'd ever had and I woke up with his arms still around me in the morning to the alarm at 6.30.
We hastily got ready and without really having much time to chat sprinted to our respective offices trying to look as though we weren't coming in in the same outfits, hair distinctly ruffled. I felt an odd mixture of incredible guilty that I'd slept with my married Godfather but also a secret exhilaration at our kinky hotel experience that I tried to push deep down into the depths of my mind. He messaged me saying that he was feeling very similarly and that we categorically couldn't do that again, however fun it had been.
We made a concerted effort to make our messages PG13 again and the next few times we saw each other we didn't go further than the odd wink or raised eyebrow. This carried on so long that I started to (almost) forget what had happened and it wasn't until about 5 years later that either of us mentioned it again face to face. Obviously that didn't go too well and once again we ended up in a hotel room. This time with me trying to keep my palms flat against the wall while he teased and played with me.
And then it happened again. And again.
I've got a partner as well now and I know that this is a really bad idea but I just can't seem to resist. It's such a thrill. I love the power shifts and how utterly taboo the whole thing is. We don't see each other regularly, only once or twice a year these days and we always swear we'll behave but we don't...
My parents divorced when I was 18 months old and my mom moved to a different state cutting off all ties with my dad. He didn't seem to mind too much because he didn't didn't stay in touch at all and we don't have a relationship now even though I'm 28 years old and have tried to contact him a few times. For those first 18 months my godfather (my dads best friend) was around a lot. He looked after me, was very doting and he was apparently devastated when we moved away. My godfather stayed in contact with us until I was about 3 because he hated my mom's partner at the time, there was a big argument and they lost contact. At 18 however we were reunited when I sent him an email out of the blue and he enthusiastically suggested we meet for a coffee.
Fast forwarding 17 years - my GF, let's call him Tom, is now a hotshot director at some investment bank in NY, married but without children and when I moved there for an internship we would occasionally meet for drinks after work. We got on like a house on fire and would always end up drinking far too much and staying out far too late together, then messaging all of the next day about what a state we were in.
He's tall, muscled and very good looking in a silver fox sort of way. He's 25 years older than me, still good friends with my estranged father and has that confidence that comes from being a successful man.
After a couple of years of nights out together and when I was about 20, the gears palpably shifted and our texts the day after drinks got more suggestive. We started flirting, sharing more intimate details and finally we were fully sexting. I'd tell him how I was so bored, hungover (and horny) in my meetings that I would end up sucking my pen and biting my lip, imaging that I was giving a distracting blow job to whoever it was that was lecturing me. He'd tell me what a naughty girl I was and how if he had his way I'd be under his desk giving him a practical demonstration. We messaged about various fantasies we had, I'd tease him that he wasn't exactly living up to the morality tale he'd signed up for and he'd tell me to be quiet or he'd bend me over his knee and spank me until I behaved. The first time we arranged drinks after this bout of sexting we did so with trepidation. Weirdly, nether of us wanted to ruin what we'd had as goddaughter / godfather and as what was effectively friends but both of us had spent weeks exchanging utter smut.
We met in one of the usual cocktail bars and strangely we both chatted and acted the same as we had any other time we'd seen each other. The majority of the night passed without either of us plucking up the courage to bring up the messages until finally, after about 5 drinks he said 'I hope I didn't upset you or creep you out'. I giggled and told him that if anything I'd initiated it but that it did feel strange... we decided to leave the bar and once we'd walked a little he took me by the hand and pinned me against the wall of a secluded doorway. We exchanged a mischievous look and he kissed me, deeply, opening my blouse a little and running his hands down my body. I reached for his crotch and as quickly as it had started he suddenly pulled away and said no, we really shouldn't do this here, I want to do this properly.
We walked into a nice hotel around the corner and he booked us into a room. The second we were inside he kissed me then lay down on the bed and told me to strip. I did so, nibbling slightly on my lip and looking up at him until I was in my brand new matching underwear set and stockings that I'd secretly bought for the potential of this exact situation. He told me to remove everything but my stockings and slowly, with nervous excitement, I did. He unbuttoned his trousers, freed his now very hard (and large) cock and told me that he wanted me to suck it. Again, I did what he asked, this wasn't my first time and I could take all of it in my throat, licking the underside, flicking my tongue around the tip and winking up at him. It wasn't long before he finished in my mouth, I swallowed it and he flipped me onto my back and returned the favour. Between moans I teased him that my dad probably wouldn't be too happy with him and he just thrust a couple of fingers deep inside me and told me that he had no problem actually bending me over his knee right now. Secretly very turned on by the idea I carried on and he was as good as his word. Bent me firmly over his knee, unclipped my suspenders and spanked me until my cheeks were pink and warm before repositioning me again and taking me from behind, pausing for the odd smack. It was hands down the best sex I'd ever had and I woke up with his arms still around me in the morning to the alarm at 6.30.
We hastily got ready and without really having much time to chat sprinted to our respective offices trying to look as though we weren't coming in in the same outfits, hair distinctly ruffled. I felt an odd mixture of incredible guilty that I'd slept with my married Godfather but also a secret exhilaration at our kinky hotel experience that I tried to push deep down into the depths of my mind. He messaged me saying that he was feeling very similarly and that we categorically couldn't do that again, however fun it had been.
We made a concerted effort to make our messages PG13 again and the next few times we saw each other we didn't go further than the odd wink or raised eyebrow. This carried on so long that I started to (almost) forget what had happened and it wasn't until about 5 years later that either of us mentioned it again face to face. Obviously that didn't go too well and once again we ended up in a hotel room. This time with me trying to keep my palms flat against the wall while he teased and played with me.
And then it happened again. And again.
I've got a partner as well now and I know that this is a really bad idea but I just can't seem to resist. It's such a thrill. I love the power shifts and how utterly taboo the whole thing is. We don't see each other regularly, only once or twice a year these days and we always swear we'll behave but we don't...
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