I walked into the kitchen and there she was, my daughter's best friend from college, leaning against the counter in nothing but a thin tank top and panties. Mia was twenty-one, same as my daughter, but she had this raw, hungry look that hit me straight in the gut. "Your daughter's still passed out," she said, voice low and filthy. "I heard you last night, touching yourself. Thought I'd come see if you wanted some real help."
I didn't waste time with small talk. I crossed the room, grabbed her by the hips, and spun her around so her ass pressed back against me. "You want it dirty?" I growled, yanking her panties down. She nodded, already wet when my fingers slid between her legs. I rubbed her clit hard and fast, two fingers pushing inside her tight pussy while she moaned and pushed back. "Fuck yes, just like that," she hissed. Her cunt clenched around my fingers, slick and hot, and I added a third, pumping her deep while my thumb worked her swollen clit.
She turned, dropped to her knees right there on the tile, and unzipped me. My cock sprang out and she took it straight into her mouth, sucking hard and sloppy. Spit ran down her chin as she bobbed, taking me to the back of her throat. "That's it, suck it like the little slut you are," I told her, holding her hair. She gagged but kept going, eyes watering, tongue swirling under the head. I fucked her face for a minute, then pulled her up and bent her over the counter.
Her ass was perfect, round and firm. I spread her cheeks and licked her from behind, tongue dragging over her asshole then down to her dripping pussy.
She tasted sweet and salty, and she pushed back, begging, "Eat my cunt, fuck me with your tongue." I did, lapping and sucking her clit until her legs shook. Then I stood, lined up my cock, and slammed into her in one thrust. She was tight, gripping me like a fist, and I fucked her raw, hard strokes that made her tits bounce and the counter creak.
Mia reached back and spread herself wider. "Deeper, pound that lesbian pussy," she moaned. I gave it to her, balls slapping against her, one hand reaching around to rub her clit again. She came first, pussy pulsing and flooding around my cock, juices running down her thighs. I didn't stop. I kept driving into her until I was close, then pulled out and spun her around again. She dropped back to her knees and opened her mouth, tongue out. I stroked once, twice, and shot thick ropes across her face and tongue. She swallowed what she could and licked the rest off her lips, grinning up at me.
We heard my daughter stirring upstairs. Mia wiped her face with a dish towel, pulled her panties back up, and whispered, "Same time tomorrow?" I nodded, already hard again at the thought. She slipped out of the kitchen just as footsteps sounded on the stairs, leaving me with the taste of her still on my tongue and the promise of more raw, filthy sessions ahead.
