"Well, I have like 45 minutes to kill," sang the high-pitched, sweet teen voice of my daughter's curvy Latina friend Marisa, "would you like a sloppy blowjob?"
My ears weren't expecting that question, and I swear I must have blushed. Perverted middle-aged fathers don't get that question often, or at least, this one doesn't. Or hasn't before at least. Maybe she saw me staring at her ample boobs in her tight babydoll, or she detected my eyes on her stellar round butt in that thin little skirt a few minutes earlier. Or maybe she was just fucking clairvoyant, because she read my mind.
Try to sound fucking confident, the little voice from my little brain down below told me, don't screw this up for me. "Uh," came out my stupid response at first, "well, uh, I mean -- duh -- fuck!" I was looking right at her round, bronze face, decorated with abundant eyeliner and lipstick, her full jet-black hair blown in cascading waves around her pretty face. Ok, now try to sound like an adult, I thought. "Fuck, Marisa, I don't -- I mean, I hope you don't think --"
"I can, if you want." She stood next to the big oak desk in my basement home office, her small hand on her hip as her 18-year-old body was cocked to one side. She was probably a size 8 or so, but that babydoll looked about a size 4 or 6; it was clinging to her body, and those round breasts (undoubtedly C or D cup, or more) and the bra around them were stretching the material of her pink babydoll top. An inch-long dark shadow of cleavage sat right above to top edge of the plunging babydoll, a teasing sample of the hot teen tits inside. The girl smiled at me playfully; it was not the grin of a shy virgin. "I'm pretty good."
No doubt about that, my horny adult mind agreed. "Oh, I'm sure a fucking gorgeous girl like you gets plenty of, um, opportunities, to practice." Mental wince; did I just call her a slut? But she was still grinning at me. "Seriously, though, I mean, I'm more than twice your age, and if, you know . . . ." I left my voice to trail off on the obvious implication of the brooding "if" -- if my daughter Denise found out, or worse, if my bitchy wife did.
The high school senior's demeanor didn't change one bit, she kept looking at me with her big brown eyes and toothy smile. She wasn't embarrassed for asking. "Oh, if you don't, that's all good, but --" Then, for the first time, she looked a bit shy. Her eyes squinted, her smile grew even larger. "You're just really cute. We don't have to tell anyone."
Goddamned, this young Latina doll sure knew how to give a grown man an erection. "Wow, thanks -- that's really sweet. And," I winked, "you're ridiculously sexy, but I'm sure a million guys have told you that."
I began to wonder if she came over to our house early looking for my daughter, knowing that Denise and her mom were not going to be home until after 5:30, because of band practice today. Did Marisa invite herself into the house to wait for Denise, a pretextual excuse to get alone with me? That thought actually made me feel good. However, until twenty seconds ago, Marisa hadn't really been flirty at all. Maybe she was just really horny.
The busty Latina rolled her soft eyes at my compliment. "Oh, stop, like I'm so sure." Then I saw her eyes move to my crotch, as I was sitting on my big leather chair in front of her. And she probably saw a bulge, because my penis had shot to nearly full size in my slacks. "So do you want one?"
Take a deep breath, and think this through, screamed the voice of sanity between my ears. She's 18, I'm married, and so forth. But she's really pretty.
"Fuck yeah," I giggled, rolling my big desk chair away from my desk with a slight push. I let the chair coast into the empty space between the desk and credenza against the wall, and the chair rotated slightly so I was squarely facing the young woman. My feet were already apart, knees to the sides, and I only had to lean back by shoving my butt forward a few inches to expose my crotch entirely. "I can't believe you're asking, I think you were reading my mind."
The long-haired brunette caked in makeup shrugged her slight shoulders as she stepped forward and dropped to her knees. This is really happening, and the realization made me shiver with a satisfying warmth. My eyes tracked her hands with keen interest, as her dainty brown fingers reached forward and slid up my legs. It seemed just about every one of her fingers spotted a colorful costume jewel. She was smiling at my face, a very intelligent and amicable stare, then she glanced down just as her fingers traced over my crotch. I moaned softly and she did too, her fingers detecting my meaty erection inside my pants and underwear. I watched her do all the work, unfastening then unzipping my slacks. Quickly I sweated, wondering how dirty my underwear was, but she was hooking her fingers inside my waist to grab both my slacks and boxers simultaneously. I lifted my hips so my butt cleared my seat, using my hands and shoulders to press against the chair and keep it steady. She had to yank a couple of times, but she got my clothing moving downward.
The cool air of my home office hit my hot burning erection, making me throb even hotter. That's when the Latina's eyes fell on my adult penis, and I am not making this up, her plush, red lips stretched even wider. "Oh wow," her high-pitched, high school voice cooed, as she spied my tool for the first time. She let out an even more convincing exclamation of satisfaction at what she had just uncovered. "Jesus, mister, that's big."