VIXEN: EROTICA COLLECTIONS

It was during the holloween week when I had the best sex I have ever experienced in my entire life.

Clara and I were best friends since the start of our college years. We are in our second year of college now, and our relationship has been going stronger and stronger. There are only the two of us in our circle, but I could really say that it's the best. Truly, you do not need a huge number of friends; you just need a true and real one that you can trust with.

Going on further, before our Christmas break came, we were tasked in our university to attend the holloween event to show support as well as to enjoy for the events made for us, keeping the academic workloads away.

Everybody was happy for the Holloween event, including Clara, but I just can't find myself being excited for such events like that. I mean, yes, I am happy that we will be having a week without any academic workload, but it is still a problem in the ass into looking for a costume to wear.

Tomorrow will be the Holloween event, and we need to wear a costume in connection with the theme of the event. And damn, I couldn't help but curse myself for not bringing enough clothes for that kind of event here in my condo.

That's the reason why I am on my way right now to Clara's house to look for any available costumes. When she learned early in the morning that I still have no costume to wear, she told me that she'd provide one for me.

Our call time was after dinner, around eight o'clock in the evening. I messaged her right away after I left my condo, and I decided to just ride a taxi since my own car is not currently working and it is still under repair.

I was able to reach their house before the clock hits eight. I take a look at my phone to check whether Clara has already replied to my message, but I see nothing.

I shook my head, sighed, and decided to just knock on their door, thinking that maybe she's just doing something inside.

I knocked three times before the door finally opened, only to reveal Clara's sexy father. His name is Steve, 43 years old and married. His wife, Clara's mother, is in France right now for her work.

The first time I saw him is when Clara invited me on her 18th birthday and I immediately got my eyes on him. Who wouldn't? At his age, he has maintained his body as well as his muscles. One more thing is that he's got a gorgeous face that a stranger would normally think he's an international model.

My cheeks blushed a little with the thoughts running through my mind.

"Oh Laurel! What's gotten you here?" He politely said with a low voice.

That tone made me lick my lips as I felt my pussy reacts. Damn, this is insane.

"I'm here for Clara, Mr. Anderson. We have plans for tonight in connection with the holloween party tomorrow evening..."

I stopped talking when he opened the door widely for me, obviously signaling me to come in. Well, I didn't wait for him to signal me verbally and just do what's in my mind-to enter their house. He then locked the door and faced me afterwards.

"...and we are supposed to be looking for clothes to wear."

I have just noticed now that he's wearing a black sweatshirt and navy blue khaki shorts. He smiled at me and advanced towards me.

"Honey, how many times do I have to tell you that you can call me Uncle Steve or just Steve? No need to address me by my surname," he let out a husky chuckle. "Badly, Clara's not here yet. She's still out together with her boyfriend."

Oh? I didn't know that, huh?

"She did not tell you?" He asked; maybe he noticed the question look from my face. He's now right in front of me with just enough distance.

I shook my head. "No, Mr. Ander-Steve, I mean..."

His lips rose, then he shook his head.

"Don't be shy, honey. You're my daughter's friend, so you should get used to calling me by my name from now on. Anyway, have you had your dinner already?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, Steve. I'm already done before I come here."

Our eyes met, and I felt a rush of electricity through my veins-for sure, it's lust. His lips were apart; he opened it and closed it after. It seems like he wanted to say something but ended up just gulping the words he ought to let out.

"Do you want to watch a movie while waiting for Clara? If only you don't mind..."

I checked my wristwatch for the time, and when I saw that it's still early, maybe watching a movie with Steve is a good idea to do while I wait for Clara, huh?

I agreed to his proposal, and we went to their living area right after. We both sat on the large sofa after opening the television. I suddenly felt conscious and a little bit nervous sitting beside Steve while he just looked calm and composed.

"Any movie you want to watch? Perhaps any Korean movies or series just like what Clara likes?" Then we both laughed at what he said.

Truly, Clara is a die-hard fan of Korean series. But not like her; I don't like Korean series; well, it's actually watching that I don't like to do. That's why I really can't get myself why I'm now sitting with Steve on a huge sofa to watch a movie.

"I'm not a fan of watching movies," I shyly confessed, and he just chuckled.

After minutes of brainstorming on what movie we should watch, we ended up watching 365 days. I actually don't know why, among all the millions of movies out there, it's the 365 days movie that we're watching now.

Shit! It's only making the scenario worse for me! Especially when the scene turns to the explicit ones. The whole living area becomes surrounded with defeaning silence, and I couldn't focus on the movie anymore because even his breath had my ears full attention.

I can feel myself heating up as we continue to watch Laura and Maximo exchanging kisses, and the hotness I am feeling right now got even worse when they started doing the deed. No one from us is talking, our eyes locked on the screen as if it is necessary to watch every detail of the movie... not until all the lights turned off, followed by thunder and rain.

"Whoah!" I couldn't help but be shocked at the darkness.

"Damn! It's raining outside," said Steve. I heard his footsteps, and the next thing I saw, he's now holding a flashlight; probably he took it beside the television.

He went to me and asked if I was okay, to which I answered yes. I have a fear of darkness, and they know it.

Because of the strong rain and thunder, I did not have any choice but to spend my whole night here in their house. I also received a text message from Clara, saying that she can't come home because of the rain and will probably just sleep in Bryan's dorm.

Steve thought of offering me their guest room; however, because he knows that I cannot stand being in the darkness alone, he decided that I should just sleep beside him in their own room.

The moment he offered me his room, I knew I would be fucking doomed. He is so hot, sexy, and manly that every girl would wish him to be their man. But this attraction is forbidden, especially since I am so sure it's not just a crush. It is more than it, more than what a normal college girl would feel for her best friend's father.

He is my best friend's father, as I said, and he is already married. I should bury deep in my mind all the lustful thoughts I have.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

He raised an eyebrow at me because of my question, so I went further.

"I mean, your wife. Will it not be an issue to her?"

He shook his head and smirked. "You're our daughter's best friend. Of course she wouldn't think badly about it."

Oh. Okay, if that's what you say.

When we entered his room, a spice scent flowed through my nose. It smells like him. So manly and sexy as fuck.

"So," he licked his lower lip and motioned me to the bed.

I take my eyes off him to go walk to the bed, putting my shoulder bag on it. The bed is large, and for sure we can fit on it; we can even peacefully sleep on this bed without us touching.

The rain continues to pour down, just as the thunder and lightning. Since the electricity has no power for tonight, the only light that we have here in his bedroom is a small candle and a piece of a flashlight.

My blood rushes through my veins when I lay my body on the soft mattress of his bed. It really smells like him. I know this is bad. So fucking bad and forbidden. But I can't help myself but imagine lustful thoughts with him, especially that his scent is all over the cushion that I'm now wrapping around my body.

"Are you feeling scared?" He asked me with his husky voice.

He's still in his khaki shorts and sweatshirt when he laid down beside me.

I shook my head at him.

"Not anymore; your cushion here is so comforting."

It's true. I don't even remember now that I am scared in the darkness, and it is only just because he's beside me.

He smiled. "Good to hear about it."

Then the silence came. No one talks. The only thing that can be heard is our breathing, and take note that I am breathing heavily right now. Not because I am scared or what, but because I am really trying hard to fight against my lust.

We're lying on his bed, on the same bed he's sleeping together with his wife, the same bed they're using when they fuck and do nasty things no one can imagine, and above it we're covered with the same cushion that smells so much of him. Thinking about it makes my pussy go thirsty for sex.

I gulped and moved a bit, resulting in me touching his bare legs. I immediately looked at him, cleared the lump on my throat, and apologized.

Wrong move, Laurel.

I contemplated whether I should move my legs away from his or if I should just let it this way and feel his warmth. Oh damn. If this continues, I am probably going to make a sin.

We're looking into each other's eyes, and I couldn't properly see whether he's mirroring the lust I have in my eyes or what. But when I finally recognized it in his eyes, my brain cells got loosened.

"Do you mind if I share something with you? "He instantly asked.

I shook my head, still filled with so much heat and lust.

I felt his hand dropping on my bare legs, caressing it a bit. I had to lick my lower lip to stop myself from releasing a moan.

"I'm going to make the worst mistake in my life."

Then the next thing I felt was his lips brushing off mine. It seems like I have long anticipated it because I returned his kisses with the same intensity and hunger. Our tongues fought like swords, and our mouths are their battleground.

His hand rose from my legs to my shorts. A moan escaped from my lips when his hand slipped inside my shorts, trying to find something beneath my underwear, and he cursed on my ear when he found it.

"You're so freaking wet already, Laurel. It seems like your pussy wants me. Do you want me?" He ran his lips on my cheeks, then he stopped to watch my reactions to his touches. "Answer me. Does this little, wet, and needy pussy of yours desire my cock? "

My breathing hitched and my eyes narrowed. I am completely defeated. I couldn't even get my mind to think that what we're currently doing is wrong. All I know is that I want to submit myself to him and accept all of his touches. To welcome him widely with pride and honor.

"Y-Yes..."

He inserts one finger on my pussy, which made me moan again. His jaw clenched so hard as he watched my face.

"Moan my name. You want this, right? Moan for my name, and I will give you what you want."

He adds one more finger, and I feel so fucking full right now.

"Please, S-Steve..."

"Please what? Hmm? What do you want? "

I gripped his biceps so hard as his fingers continued to fuck me. I looked straight into his eyes, then I reached for his torso down to his hard cock. His eyes fired up the moment my hand touched it.

Damn. It is so fucking huge.

I didn't take my eyes off of his as I pulled his cock away from his shorts. My hand slightly trembles as I stroke it and say,

"Please, Steve... I want you. I want this cock. I want you to fuck me using your co-Ugh!"

I moaned so loudly when he added another two fingers to my pussy without reminding me of it. He claimed my lips and pressed his body so hard on me that my moans are just mumbled.

He expertly removed the buttons of my denim shorts without stopping in kissing and finger-fucking me. I helped him take off my shorts and underwear. He worked on my blouse and brassiere after until I was completely naked. The cushion that was covering our bodies earlier is nowhere to be found anymore.

"Brace yourself because I will surely fuck you, you slut... hard and rough."

Instead of being scared, I felt pleasure and excitement. This is it. This is what I want. This is what I desire.

I used my hands to remove his shirt while my feet helped him in removing his shorts and boxers. I couldn't properly see his cock because of the faint light that's coming from the candle.

When he removed his fingers from my pussy, I felt so empty, only to be filled again with his huge and hard cock.

"Ugh! fuck! Ohh! "

"Damn it! "

We both moaned together the moment our flesh met. He is so fucking huge that I could almost feel my pussy getting so stretched widely. I don't think I have already experienced this cock so huge and hard. Only with Steve.

He stayed still for a while, holding my waist and watching me breathe heavily. He kept his face on mine until our breaths collided. We're staring into each other's eyes and lips when he takes a slow movement on me. At first, it was just slow and intricate until it became wild, fast, and rough that I even thought the bed could be wrecked with his strength.

He pumped and fucked me so hard, like he's dying to do it since then. While I wrapped my legs around his ass to make sure that he would never leave my pussy empty. My fingers dug on his back as his pace became faster and faster.

"So fucking tight," he groaned.

Our moans and grunts, as well as our bodies and flesh meeting with each other, are the only sounds you can hear in his bedroom.

I felt myself nearing my end, begging him to fuck me harder and faster, which he instantly gave and did what I said.

"I'm going to cum inside of you. Fucking slut! Are you safe? I'm going to seed you with my cum and make sure your pussy is full and filled with my juices," he whispered as his grip on me tightened.

"Do i-it. Release your juices inside of me. Make me pregnant," I muttered breathily.

I don't know what I'm saying anymore. All I want is for him to fill me with his cum.

He looked shocked by what I said but pleasured as well.

"Damn! You really are a slut, huh? You want your friend's father to make you pregnant? I don't even know that my daughter's best friend is a slut!"

"Y-Yes, Steve. I'm a slut, so fuck me."

"You fucking shit! I'm cumming! "

"That's it, Steve! Fuck! I'm cumming also!"

Few more thrusts, and I felt myself tremble, reaching the heaven of the heavens of my life. I felt his hot juices filling inside my pussy, and it feels so good.

He groaned and cursed on my ear as we both took our time to feel the goodness and pleasure of forbidden sex.

"You're so damn good," he whispered.

Damn, Steve. You are, too. So fucking expert.

Steve's POV

I didn't expect that I would be ending up in this kind of scenario-fucking my daughter's friend-and the worst part was that I fucked her on the same bed I used to fuck my wife. She's twice younger than me, has the same age as my daughter, and I have been fucking married for almost two decades now with my wife.

I never thought that this day would come and that I would cheat on her. However, recalling back all the things I did last night with Laurel makes me horny again for another round. I had fucked her two times last night, making us to stay up late, and I could say that I was still not sated.

I couldn't understand myself why I am lusting over my daughter's friend when, in fact, my wife and I have regular sex. If not every night, we always make sure that we have sex four times a week.

However, as I watch Laurel peacefully sleep on our bed, my cock starts to become hard again.

I can't deny that she's sexy. It's already given that she is, and no one can say that she's not hot because she is so fucking hot-probably the hottest woman I have ever seen in my entire life.

The first time I saw her, when Clara brought her up here in our house, I already felt something within me. I tried to fight against it, but last night was just so wild. My lust overflowed my brain, and so I told myself that that night wouldn't pass without me fucking her or even having a taste of her.

I groaned when I could not fight for my libido anymore. It's 5 am, and for sure Clara's not coming home until lunch, so I should make the most of it.

Through slow and intricate movements, I removed the new cushion that was covering her body, enough not to wake her up. I gulped when I got to see her naked body with enough light. I didn't observe quite firmly and thoroughly her body last night, and now that I'm looking at it, I feel myself ready to explode.

She really is a seductress.

I let my lips fall for her cheeks, throwing small kisses on it down to her neck.

Her smell is really something that captivates me. It's like whenever I smell her fragrance, my cock always reacts.

I touched her left boob while I played the other one through my tongue. I did it like it is my favorite thing to do, a passion that's natural within me.

My lips ran on her abdomen through her pussy.

I clenched my jaw because of how addicting her pussy is. It is so fucking fresh and wet.

"Come on, Steve. Eat it already..."

My gaze shifted to her, and I saw her looking down at me, her eyes narrowed, licking her red cherry lips.

"You want me to eat you?" I asked breathily as I drew small circles on her pussy.

"Ohh... yes, Steve. Fuck! "

Her moans were like music to my ears. I want to torture her and watch her beg for my cock. But I couldn't wait to taste her anymore. I am too horny for those escapades.

Just as I entered my finger, I immediately coaxed my tongue on it at the same time.

"Fuck!! That's it, Steve! Eat me out! Fuck shit! "

I didn't take my eyes off her as I continued eating her out. That's what I want, bitch. Moan for me. Moan for my name while I fucking eat your pussy and bring you to heaven.

"I'm cumming!! Ahh! Ugh!" She gripped my hair so hard and pushed my face on her pussy as her juices exploded.

My tongue thoroughly followed and caught all of her juices, letting nothing to drop on the floor but on my tongue.

I wiped some excess of her cum on the side of my lips as I stood properly.

"Taste so good in the morning," I smirked evilly.

I am already naked, and my cock is undeniably hard.

She's looking at me weak because she just had her release. But I don't care. I want to fuck her right now, and I'll make sure I'll fuck her hard.

"Get up and bend over," I muttered, showing dominance over her.

Even though her knees are still wobbling, she tried to follow my order. I could actually wait for her until she has already bent over; however, when I saw her pussy with some white cum on it, the last string of my patience got cut down.

I gritted my teeth, then pulled her feet half down to the bed. She grasped in shock but immediately realized what I wanted.

I lifted her body and pushed her to bed, bending her over in front of me. I slapped her ass multiple times until it became red. The sound of my hand meeting her ass as well as her moans made me even harder.

The pre-cum on my cock is telling me to enter her already, and so I did. Fast, rough, and hard.

She moaned so loudly that our neighbors would hear her if only our room was not soundproof.

"Moan for me, baby. Moan my name while I fuck you hard and rough."

I collected her hair, then pulled it as I pound her fast. I ran my tongue on her cheeks as I choked her a little. I reached for her lips, then kissed them, to which she returned with the same intensity.

"You want this, right? Fucking your friend's father?"

She screamed her second release for this morning, and because I am still not yet cumming, I lifted her up and entered her again while we're both standing. Her feet are wrapped around my waist, and her back is on the wall as I fuck her pussy over and over again until I cummed inside of her one more time.

I emptied myself inside of her as we both tasted the heaven of betrayal and pleasure.