Lusting For My Boyfriends Dad (Cuckold Erotica‪)‬

Rachel is home on college break and finally gets to see her boyfriend, Kevin. She is on the way to surprise him when she gets in a car accident with his father. She has caused a lot of damage to his prized antique car and doesn't have any insurance.

Rachel thinks that everything will be alright when he tells her she can work off the debt, but she is surprised when she hears his offer. Backed into a corner with no choice, Rachel submits to his desires.

Once she tastes what he has to offer she realizes that she doesn't want her boyfriend, she wants his father!

This steamy 5000 word story contains oral sex, M/F sex, and one HUGE surprise from the father!

***Excerpt****

“Oh my god I am so sorry! I didn’t see you and I was trying to make the hill and my car sucks and I’m not even sure how it happened!”

Rick looked at me, then back to the car. I looked at the bumper of his car; there was a pretty big dent in it with slashes of the paint from my car across it.

“What the hell, Rachel?” He shouted at me, pointing to the bumper. “Do you know how expensive parts for this car are? God damnit, this is going to f**k up my insurance.”

Oh shit. Insurance. I didn’t have any. I didn’t know what to do, I panicked.

“Rick, please, don’t call insurance. I missed my last two payments, I will pay you directly for the bumper! Please don’t call insurance!”

Rick took his eyes off the car and glared at me. “You don’t have insurance? And no money to pay for insurance, so that means no money to pay for my car. What the fuck, Rachel?”

I watched as Rick swallowed some choice words he had for me. His face turned red and he turned away. A few steps brought him to my car where he lifted his foot and kicked the already-dented back. He screamed, swearing loudly. His foot kicked my car again, and then one more time.

He seemed to compose himself, his hands on his hips as he looked at the sky. I took this time to inspect the damage to his car. I bent over and tentatively touched the bumper. Huge flakes of black paint and whatever bumpers are made of came off in my hand. This was not good.

I straightened, turning to face my boyfriends enraged father. I noticed him glaring at me intensely.

“Rick, I’m so sorry. Can we make some kind of payment plan? I don’t have the kind of money this will take to fix. I’ll do chores, mow your lawn, cook, clean, whatever you want.” I begged him to be merciful on me.

He moved closer, looking down at the ruined bumper.

“Maybe we can work something out.” He spoke quietly, moving to stand next to me.

That was when I noticed he wasn’t looking at the car; he was looking at my chest.

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