My name is Alyse, and this is the story of how I met Mr. K, the father of my college roommate, Kristin, and seduced him to cheat on his wife in their home.
I am a self-professed whore, and I am not the least bit ashamed of it. I love sex, and I love the material things I can get by using sex. I was nineteen years old at the time, and it was a time in my life when I was pretty fucking hot. I am about five foot three with shoulder-length brown hair. My breasts were firm c-cups, and my body was very toned from workouts at the gym and from playing field hockey at my university. I had a flat belly, which I loved to show off with bare midriff tops, and I had long legs, which I displayed with the tiniest shorts or shortest skirts I could get away with.
I got a lot of attention from the boys at my university, but I was particularly popular with the male professors in their forties and fifties, especially the daddies. I wasn't shy about taking advantage of their interest, and I improved my grade in more than one class by visiting with a daddy professor in his office behind closed doors. A hot eighteen / nineteen-year-old girl who will let you fuck her raw and cum in her bare pussy can be very convincing.
After school let out for Summer, Kristin invited me to stay with her at her parent's house for a few weeks. It was a great opportunity to lay around their pool, party with Kristin and her friends at night, and chill. They live in a two-story house, and the guest bedroom is downstairs, with a separate guest bathroom right next to it. After I'd been sleeping in their guest room for a few days, I started to notice something unusual.
Every morning, very early, someone would come downstairs, go into the guest bathroom, and close and lock the door. The first time it happened, I thought nothing of it. But then it kept happening every morning. On one occasion, I peeked out my door and saw Mr. K leaving the bathroom. I saw that he was holding his tablet, which I found very intriguing. Mr. K was in his mid-forties. He was cute and attractive with a bit of a dad-bod, which is just my type. I'm a sucker for an older daddy who isn't getting access to the young, tight pussy he deserves.
One morning, I woke up, walked into the kitchen, and saw Mr. K's tablet lying on the counter. No one else seemed to be up, so I let my curiosity get the better of me. I hit the power button, and the tablet lit right up. I thought to myself that Mr. K wasn't being very smart to not password-protect his tablet. I opened his browser to look at his website history and got myself an eyeful. It seemed that Mr. K had a very particular set of kinks. The websites, videos, and erotica in his history all revolved around older men (particularly older daddies) getting seduced by much younger women. There was also a healthy amount of material related to those same older daddies cuckqueaning their wives - forcing them to watch while the daddies fucked the younger women in front of them.
I was getting very, very wet perusing the pornography preferred by my roommate's daddy. I took the tablet into the bathroom with me. I took off my panties, sat down with my back against the wall, and spread my legs. I picked one of the videos from his web history, which showed a man, who looked to be in his forties, being teased and seduced by a girl who seemed to be pretty close to my age. After resisting her for as long as he could, he finally pulled down her panties and fucked her until she screamed. When the girl in the video reached her orgasm, so did I. Knowing that I had just made myself cum to a video that Mr. K had probably jerked off to in this very bathroom, a few feet from where I lay sleeping, made my orgasm very intense. When I was finished, I put the tablet back on the counter where I had found it. A delicious and naughty idea had occurred to me about Mr. K. The question was, was I brave enough to go through with it?
Over the next few days, I made it a point for Mr. K to see me wearing as little clothing as possible. I sunbathed in my tiniest bikinis, and I wore tight sports bras and athletic shorts without panties that hugged my ass and stopped just short of showing off cameltoe. He appeared to be visibly distracted every time we were near each other. Kristin would just shake her head and laugh - she was used to my lude behavior from back at school. If she had any qualms about me teasing her daddy, she kept them to herself. Her mother, however, would give me dirty looks every time she saw me prancing around half-naked. Fuck her. If she wasn't taking care of her man, then he was fair game as far as I was concerned.
A few mornings later, I made sure I was awake early and listened carefully for the sounds of Mr. K coming downstairs. I was dressed in just my panties and a t-shirt that was barely long enough to cover my pussy. Finally, I heard him coming towards the guest room area, and when I felt he was almost there, I opened my door.
"Oh, good morning, Mr. K! You're up early!"
He froze in mid-step, completely caught off guard. He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers, and he was carrying his tablet. He unconsciously pulled the tablet closer to him. I smiled to myself and thought, now there's a guilty daddy.
"Oh, uh, hi Alyse. Yeah, I'm kind of an early riser."
"Oh, yeah? Me too! Once I wake up, I can't get back to sleep. So I try to make the most of my day from the very beginning."
Mr. K looked down at himself and suddenly seemed aware that he was basically in his underwear. "Alyse, I'm so sorry, I'm not really dressed appropriately to be around a house guest."
"Oh, don't be silly, Mr. K. What you're wearing doesn't bother me. Does what I'm wearing bother you?"
He seemed tongue-tied and just looked me up and down, apparently speechless.
"Oh, come on, Mr. K, this t-shirt hides everything! You can't even tell if I'm wearing anything down below!" I teased him.
"Um ... are you?"
"Of course I am, Mr. K! I always sleep in my t-shirt and panties."
I chose this moment to stretch my arms up into the air, which caused my t-shirt to ride up and gave Mr. K a clear view of my white panties.
"Oops!" I said, pretending to be embarrassed that I accidentally flashed him.
"Is your wife awake yet?" I asked innocently.
"Oh, no, she usually sleeps in," he replied.
"Yeah, actually, I kind of noticed that. Kristin is like that, too, back at school. Like mother, like daughter, I guess."
He didn't seem to know what to say next, so I decided to plunge in head first.
"I noticed something else since I've been staying here, Mr. K. It seems like you have a little...activity you take part in early in the morning."
He blushed red and said nothing.
"Don't blush, Mr. K! You do it in the bathroom right outside my room...every morning. I know you try to be quiet, but I have really good hearing."
"Alyse, I'm so sorry. I don't even know what to say. I'm so embarrassed."
"Don't be embarrassed, Mr. K. It's your house, and it's your business. I assume you do it downstairs to get some privacy from your wife? And also, if I can be blunt, I'm guessing that your wife isn't...taking care of things in that department?"
Again, he seemed speechless, and he just stared at me, his face red from embarrassment.
"I know that happens to a lot of couples, especially when they've been married for a long time. I'm guessing you use some material from the Internet to spice things up a bit?"
I waited for him to respond, and finally, he just nodded.
"That's what I figured. Lots of people look at porn. I know I do," I said, giggling.
"You, uh, you watch porn?"
"Of course I do!"
"What do you like to watch?"
"Lots of stuff. It depends on my mood. Sometimes, I like to watch girls getting pounded and dominated by an older man. Other times, I like to watch two girls fucking each other," I said, giggling again. "Does that shock you?"
"Yeah, maybe, a little bit."
"Well, Mr. K, I tell you what - I'm actually more interested in hearing what you like."
I could tell part of him wanted to tell me, but he was having difficulty getting started.
"Ahhh, don't be shy. You don't want to talk about it? Well...I have a little bitty confession. I kind of already know what you like."
"What? How?"
"Well, I may have noticed that you have that tablet you're holding...for content delivery. The other day, I saw it on the counter and couldn't help myself. You might want to consider putting a password on your tablet, Mr. K."
The shocked and embarrassed look was back on his face.
"I was looking at your web history, and I saw some of the videos you look at and some of the erotica you read. I could see there was one particular theme that stood out - the idea of cuckqueaning your wife, fantasizing about a younger girl seducing you to cheat on her, to eventually get caught, to force her to watch."
His mouth opened, but he still didn't say anything. He shifted his weight from right to left in agitation. And I could see his cock starting to get stiff under his boxers.
"Oh yeah, I can see I hit the nail on the head. Your boxers are making it difficult for you to hide your reaction. That is a very dirty fantasy, Mr. K. Very, very dirty. You know what I did? After I looked through your tablet and found all that filthy porn, I took it into the bathroom, pulled down my panties, and rubbed my pussy while I watched one of your videos. I came so fucking hard, Mr. K."
He let out a little gasp at that - I could tell that he was picturing me masturbating on the floor of the bathroom - the same one where he jerks off every day.