The Best Pajama Party (Patreon)

I'm not a slut, I swear.

Unless you ask Zoe, she's my best friend… Or she was; the jury is still out. She'll tell you I am the biggest whore to ever set foot on earth, and I understand her.

I fucked her dad, and she caught us.

But it's not as bad as it sounds. I promise.

Or maybe it is; maybe that's why I'm writing this story, so you can judge me too, because I deserve it.

We were at a sleepover. We've done it so many times. I always stayed at her place; my parents didn't really like having people over but were always open to letting me stay at her place. 

I knew her parents very well; her mom, Nicole, was always kind and eager to have me over.

But Jason, her dad, was something else. Always charming, educated, and funny but not overbearing. He has broad shoulders and a deep voice that could command you to kneel, and you would obey. His arms are as thick as my legs, and I knew he could carry me; he had.

For as long as I can remember, since we were 12, both her parents were present at our slumber parties. Always there, in the background, always ready if something came up, but never over us. All in all, it was the perfect setup for two teen girls wanting to spend time together gossiping and dreaming about the perfect man.

But I always knew who that perfect man was. I saw him every time I visited their house. The slight gray hair, the 3-day-old beard, the dad bod that looked cared for but not obsessively. And his hands. He had the softest hands I've ever touched in a man.

But I digress. This happened shortly after I turned 18. I know we were too old for slumber parties, but we still loved hanging around at night, watching silly reels and fantasizing about men.

With the years the conversations started changing from idle fantasies to retellings of actual sexual encounters. I knew everything about her, and she knew almost everything about me.

The one thing she didn't know, the one thing she found out that night, is that I was horny for his dad.

And no, I wasn't in love; I didn't have a fantasy of building a life with him. I dreamt of feeling his cock inside me, of him eating me until I came in a screaming orgasm, and of letting him bathe me in his semen.

For the longest time, I accepted it was just a fantasy. I would daydream of Jason picking me up from her bed and carrying me to his bedroom, where he would make love to me; other times, he would fuck me like an animal. I had no way to know how he did it, so I needed to cover all my bases.

Then the opportunity came. We had been planning for weeks a slumber party to celebrate that we both turned 18; our birthdays are a month apart, so close enough, I guess.

But she got some bad news. Her aunt, on her mom's side, was going through a nasty divorce and needed Nicole's help; her mom would be a couple of states away on the night of our party. We thought our celebration was cancelled until Jason came to save it.

"You can still have your pajama party; I'll stick around and be the grown-up in charge," he said. His deep voice echoed inside me and made my clit resonate.

So, we had our celebration. Jason even provided us with some hard cider. "Nicole approved!" He said excitedly as he handed me the drinks; it was just a six-pack, not enough to get drunk. My hand grazed his, and all the hairs on my body stood up at once, and my nipples got rock hard immediately.

I wasn't wearing a bra; I was wearing pajamas they gave me: loose shorts and a tank top that hugged my body. My erect nipples were evident, and he stole a glance. Not long, not disrespectful, but he looked, and I loved it.

"Your high beams are on," Zoe said as soon as the door closed. She took the drinks off my hands, and I cupped my breasts. It felt amazing to touch them. I wanted to massage them further, but I stopped.

"Yeah, it kinda got chilly in here," I replied, letting go of my tits.

"Whatever," she said as she opened a bottle and handed it to me.

She opened one bottle for herself and pointed it towards me. "To turning 18," she said.

"And all the trouble we'll cause," I replied; it was a common battle cry for us.

We gossiped for a bit as we drank our cider. She tried making me confess when the last time I had sex was, and I couldn't admit that it had been months ago. She also wanted to know who my current crush was. Another unanswered question.

We put some K-drama on the TV, and after finishing her third cider, Zoe was sound asleep. It wasn't unusual; most of the time she falls before I do, but this time the cider put her down way too fast. I still had energy, so I started mindlessly scrolling my phone.

I tried turning off the TV, but she woke up immediately to babble something about being awake and went right back to snoring.

"You're a grown-up, alright," I thought to myself as I walked towards the door.

I went to the toilet and heard noises coming from downstairs. It was Jason's voice; it sounded like a phone call, so 80s.

My mind raced with the idea of making love to him, or even blowing him. Heck, just jerking him and making him cum would be enough to fulfill my fantasies.

I caught myself walking downstairs. I thought he would be in the living room, but instead he was in the backyard. He looked extra hot, drinking a beer and talking on the phone.

He saw me and motioned me to come closer, pointing to an empty chair in front of him.

I sat and waited for him to finish his call. He was talking to Nicole, getting updates on her sister.

While he talked, I propped my left foot up on the chair and fumbled with my toes, ripping old nail polish from their nails.

"So, what's up with you, kiddo?" Jason's voice sounded clearer; I turned to see him, and his eyes were fixed on the foot I had on the chair.

"Zoe fell asleep way too fast; I guess she's a lightweight," I said, without stopping to play with my toes.

"It looks like you need a pedicure," he said. I turned to see him, and his eyes were still fixed on what I was doing.

"Yeah, Zoe was supposed to do it tonight, but instead she's drooling, and I'm pestering you," I said.

"Trust me, you don't bother me at all; the company is nice since the wife is away," he replied. I don't think we've had this kind of conversation ever.

"So, pedicure… what else did you have in mind for tonight?" He asked; I saw him shuffle in his seat from the corner of my eye.

"You know, the usual gossip and K-drama until we pass out," I replied.

"Well, I'm not really into K-drama, and I've never given anyone a pedicure, but we could gossip if you like. I'm sure my tea is not as interesting as Zoe's. But I guess it's better than nothing," he said.

"I wouldn't mind some chat while I do my toenails; wait here!" I said, excited.

I went to Zoe's room, where she was still snoring, and grabbed the manicure set she had perfectly organized. I knew she would throw a tantrum when she found out I used it and failed to put it back according to her standards.

I walked back downstairs, and I could hear music coming from the backyard; Jason had put an oldies mix on a speaker. In my spot was another hard cider, open, waiting for me.

"I figured fixing your nails was thirsty work," he said as he took a sip from his mug.

It seemed to me like he had shifted his chair sideways; now he was kind of looking at me a little from the side. I didn't think much of it at the time.

I propped my foot up again and started working on my nails as we chatted about everything and nothing and sipped on our drinks.

"What do you think?" I asked, wiggling the toes on my left foot when I finished painting them.

"Uhm, yeah, they look, uhm, pink?" He said, with his eyes fixed on my toes.

"Maybe he's into feet," I thought at that moment.

"Actually it's fuchsia," I replied.

"Fuscia, right, it looks good on you," he said.

"Okay, next foot," I said.

I lowered my left foot, and when I raised my right foot, I saw it: my unkempt pussy in full display through the leg of my shorts. I turned to see him, and he looked away and swallowed hard.

He wasn't interested in my toes; he was staring at my pussy the whole time.

The idea of him ogling my bare womanhood gave me a sensation of pride and excitement I had rarely felt in my life. I felt my nipples harden, and I knew that my pussy was reacting too. In less than half a second, I knew what I wanted to do.

I kept working on my toenails as I talked to him, trying to feign ignorance as to what was going on. He avoided looking down for a bit but eventually regained his confidence and stared blatantly at my now glistening vagina.

I started to feel self-conscious, not because I was exposing myself to my best friend's dad, but because my pussy was hairy. I hadn't waxed for months, not even a shave, nothing.

As soon as I was done removing the old nail polish, I excused myself. "I'll be right back; I need to use the restroom. Too much cider," I said and winked at him.

I returned to Zoe's room. For a second I considered ending my night there: going to sleep and forgetting it all happened.

But I couldn't. I needed to see where this was leading. I had to.

I looked for her clippers. A small electric razor that we've used a few times to shave our privates.

Gathering all my courage, I walked to the guests' bathroom and locked myself in there. I dropped my shorts and ran my hand over my pussy. My sparse bush didn't look so bad, but I wanted my vagina to be as pretty as possible if I was going to show it.

I turned on the clippers and the sound startled me. I put the metal against my skin and slid it towards my mouth.

The vibration of the machine made me shiver, and the hairs on my body stood up all at once. I prayed that Jason couldn't hear the clippers buzzing as I shaved my pussy.

My pubes started landing in the toilet, and the vibration felt better and better as I went further down.

I stopped for a second and ran a finger through my slit; it was drenched in my juices, and I felt tempted to keep my finger there and play with myself, but I needed to get back to Jason.

I hurried with shaving, trying not to focus too much on the sensation brought to me by the machine.

As soon as I felt it was good enough, I pulled my shorts up and went downstairs again.

"I thought you had bailed on me; let me get you another drink," he said. As he stood up, I saw a shadow of a boner in his shorts; it was softening, but it was there for sure.

Before I left, he was wearing jeans, I was sure; I saw him struggling with them earlier. He must've seen the confused expression on my face because he said, "I seized the opportunity and went and got comfortable; I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, not at all!" I said. "Now we have our own pajama party!" I concluded excitedly. 

"Yeah, almost, these are not really my PJs," he said, tugging on his t-shirt, letting me see a glimpse of hairs that ran up from his pubic zone.

"Oh, yeah, I get you; these aren't my usual night clothes. Just the ones I have to use around people," I said while doing the same motion with my tank top as he did with his t-shirt.

Without really being able to turn to see it, I noticed his crotch twitching and bit my lip. I was so eager to see it that I could've pulled his shorts down right then. But he walked away and went to the kitchen to retrieve more drinks for us.

While he did that, I couldn't help but slide a finger down my slit until it was soaking wet. I moaned with my mouth closed and pulled my finger. I saw it, and it was dripping from how wet my cunt was.

Without thinking about it, I ran my soaking finger through the rim of the mug he had left behind. A drop of my juice started sliding down the inside of the glass. He walked right in that moment, and if he saw me do anything, he didn't say a word.

"Here, this is the last one," he said, handing me a bottle of cider.

He poured his beer on the glass I had just tainted and immediately took a sip right where the drop had fallen.

His eyes almost pop out of his sockets with that first sip. I could tell he had identified the taste, because he had to visibly arrange his cock as a result.

I put my left foot on the chair again. I turned to see, and sure enough, my freshly shaven pussy was on full display.

"So, do you like what I did?" I asked and wiggled my toes.

Jason was speechless looking at my pussy; his cock was obviously hard under his shorts, and he had no way of hiding it. I'm sure that at that point he wasn't even trying anymore.

"I love it, the best uhm, nail polish I've ever seen," he said.

"Oh, and have you seen many nail polishes?" I asked, sarcastically.

"Not lately, but yeah, I've seen my fair share," he replied.

I switched legs and started applying polish to my right foot. I pretended not to notice him rubbing his cock occasionally.

"It's getting hotter and hotter," I said, fanning air into my face using my hands, as my leg accidentally dropped to the side, opening my pussy wider.

I lifted my tank top, just enough to reveal my abdomen, to the very edge of my tits. This was the most exposed I had been to him ever, and I was loving it.

"Yeah, it's really hot in here. Do you want me to bring a fan or something?" He asked, and his deep, caring voice stirred something in me again.

"No, I'm fine; it's just I'm not used to being so covered with this weather," I replied, using my tank top to blow air into my chest. I hoped that gave him at least glimpses of my b-cup breasts.

"I get you; if you want to get more comfortable, by all means!" he said. He tried playing it off as a joke, but the excitement seeped in his voice.

"HA!" I fake-laughed. "I'll think about it," I replied.

I continued fixing my toenails with his gaze fixated on my pussy. Every now and then I would stretch my leg and open it slightly, giving him a better view down there.

When I was finally done, I put both feet on the chair and dropped my knees to the sides.

"What do you think? Are they even?" I asked.

He swallowed hard and said, "Yeah, they look all right."

"Are you sure? I always do them wrong, too little polish on my right foot; be honest," I said.

He pretended to pay more attention, but I could tell he was staring at my vagina.

"I guess, uhm, maybe… I'm not really sure," he said, leaning forward. "The light doesn't really help," he said in the end.

"Probably not. Here, come closer," I said, turning on my phone light and pointing it at my feet.

He approached me and knelt on the floor in front of me. He took another sip of his beer and licked his lips, closing his eyes. I was sure he could taste my pussy in it.

Slowly, I moved the light from my feet to my pussy; he stopped blinking, trying to take it all in.

"Do you like it?" I asked. Without him noticing, I lifted my top a bit more; now my hard nipples were on full display.

"She's gorgeous, but I shouldn't be seeing her," he said. At that moment he turned to see my face and noticed my exposed tits. "Or those," he continued. "You're playing a dangerous game."

"Fuck, I'm sorry; I hadn't noticed I was showing it all!" I faked surprise and closed my legs and lowered my top, all while smiling naughtily.

"Right," he said and returned to his seat. His boner was more evident than before, and now I could see a small wet stain on his shorts, right where the tip of his hard cock was.

"So, have you ever had your toenails done?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

I saw him stare at his feet and wiggle his toes. "Not really," he said.

Before he could say anything, I knelt in front of him. 

"They look alright," I said, grabbing one of his feet. "Does Nicole help you with them?" I asked and he nodded.

"Help me a bit; put your foot up. I know you still have that flexibility somewhere." He gave me a stern look and propped his foot up.

"Are you calling me old? Do I look old to you?" He asked. I licked my lips as I saw a shadow through the leg of his shorts. He was still hard, and he had his cock positioned in such a way that now I was witness to how his fat head was leaking precum.

"Not from here, you don't," I replied.

That's when he noticed he was exposing himself to me, and he lowered his foot. As he did that, he pushed me accidentally, sending me to the ground. I landed on the soft synthetic turf with my bum, and I purposely exaggerated the motion, spreading my legs and grunting in fake pain.

"Oh, fuck, are you alright?" He asked as he stood up and extended his hand to me. He forgot to arrange his boner, and I could see the full tent in his shorts.

"I think so," I said, grabbing his hand. He pulled me hard, and I was up. I bent over a bit and winced as I gasped.

"What is it?" He asked, genuinely concerned.

"I hit my tailbone; it hurts," I said.

"Where? Show me," he commanded.

I turned around slowly and pointed to my coccyx, right above my butt.

He didn't hesitate; he immediately started rubbing my tailbone and hips softly. "Where does it hurt?" he asked as he rubbed me.

Just when he was rubbing right above my crack, I made a gasping sound. "There!" I said.

"Is it too bad? Do you want to go to the hospital?" He asked, removing his hands from my body.

"No!" I said, maybe a little too excited. "It felt good when you were rubbing it," I said.

"Ok, tell me if it starts to hurt too much," he said and went back to rubbing my hips and tailbone. I leaned against a wall, pushing my bum toward him.

I lifted my top, way more than I needed to, giving him full access to most of my back. I felt his fingers pushing the elastic band of my shorts at each pass, and without saying a word, I lowered them mid-butt. He took the hint and went lower, rubbing partly on my cheeks and grazing my crack as he did.

The shorts were old and worn. I knew them well. I knew that if I were to open my legs a little and push them slightly down, they'd end up on the floor.

I parted my legs ever so slightly; to him, it must've looked like I was shifting into a more comfortable position.

"Can you go a bit lower and, uhm, deeper? A bit harder would feel better," I said, faking shame.

"Uhm, I mean, I could, but wouldn't you prefer a professional to help you?" He asked, genuinely ashamed.

"Let me think… dressing somewhat decently and driving intoxicated to a hospital where a stranger would grab my butt or having one of the kindest men I know do it while I'm in my pajamas?" I replied.

He let out a chuckle and started pushing down my shorts as he massaged my butt; it had stopped being a therapeutic massage; he was with all intent grabbing my ass.

I turned to see him, and his hard-on was back, pointing straight at me as his eyes were fixed on my ass.

"Lower, please," I said. This time he had no objections. He pushed my shorts down, and they did exactly what I wanted. I felt them slide down my legs until they were at my feet. I stepped out of them and opened my legs wide as he tried picking them up, probably with the intention of putting them back on my body.

I arched my back, making my hips pop out more; he still had a hand in my ass and hesitated a second as to what to do.

"Leave them; it's better this way. I know you won't do anything I don't want you to," I said as I turned to see him. He was still crouching and had my shorts in his hand. "Keep rubbing; I was starting to feel better," I said and wiggled my butt.

He shifted completely; from a tender massage it turned into a groping session. He squeezed my cheeks and parted them, pressing hard on my butt. I turned to see him just as he was kneeling in front of my ass. He parted my cheeks, and I shoved my ass in his face.

Jason fell on his ass as I had before, but he got up immediately and buried his face into my butt.

I felt his hands split my ass, and his tongue looked hungrily for my pussy. I arched my back further, and that gave him the access he needed. I felt his tongue tracing the length of my slit back and forth; with each pass, he would dig a bit deeper into my pussy as his hands grabbed tight on my hips.

My moans started instantly. I had the hottest man I knew worshiping my pussy and ass. I removed my top and threw it far from me.

I pinched my nipples as Jason ate my pussy from the back. "Oh, yes, eat my pussy, Jason," I said.

He pulled away immediately as he heard me say that. Had I fucked it up?

"What's wrong?" I asked as I turned around.

"Nothing, it's just that you never call me Jason; it's hot," he said with a massive grin.

"If you like it now, wait until you make me scream it," I said and planted a long kiss on his lips.

We made out for a while, and he carried me, grabbing me by the ass. I could feel his hard cock under his shorts begging to be freed. As we kissed, he played with my tits and slid a finger in my pussy. I was soaking wet, and he took his finger and put it between our lips; we both licked it clean as we kissed.

"Did you like the rimming on your glass?" I asked.

"I loved it, but I wasn't expecting it," he replied.

"Really? After more than an hour ogling my pussy?" I asked.

"I had low expectations; I figured it was just an accident," he replied.

"Oh, yeah, this is all an accident; in fact, I'm about to accidentally sit on your face," I said and pushed him lightly. He dropped to the floor and lay flat on his back.

I stood over his head, with my back to the rest of his body. "How should I sit?" I asked, "Facing that way?" I said, pointing to the void in front of me. "Or that way?" I said, pointing at his body.

"It depends on whether you want to play with my cock or not," he replied. His gaze was again glued to my pussy, hovering over his head.

There was no doubt what I wanted to do next, so I turned around and squatted over him. He pulled my legs hard towards him, making me lose balance and fall on his chest. He grabbed on to me tightly; he had me where he wanted. His tongue penetrated me without a warning; I gasped and moaned in sequence.

I felt his tongue explore the inside of my vagina as my hands pressed against his chest.

My hips started moving, grinding against his face. I could feel his chin rubbing occasionally against my clit as his tongue struggled to stay inside me.

His cock twitched under his shorts every time I pressed my cunt against his face. I needed to at least see it.

My right hand went to his crotch and started rubbing his hard penis over his shorts.

"You have a nice cock, Jason. Do you want me to set it free?" I asked as I rubbed him. He nodded as he kept tongue-fucking me. My clit got some tough rubbing against his chin, and that made me grunt.

I slid my hand under his shorts and rubbed his cock. It was hot and hard for me. I pulled it out of the shorts and jerked it using my right hand as I supported my weight on my left.

"Do you like getting your cock sucked, Jason? "How long has it been since an 18-year-old girl sucked it?" I asked. Without waiting for an answer, I opened my mouth and took the head of his penis in.

As soon as I started sucking, I felt the taste of his precum flooding my taste buds. He had been building a lot for me, and I was more than happy to swallow it.

I could feel his tongue dancing inside my vagina as his cock went deeper and deeper into my mouth.

My head started bobbing up and down fast; I wanted him to squirm on my sloppy blowjob. I felt foam dripping from the corners of my mouth as he buried his tongue as deep as he could in me.

"Fuck yes, Chloe, suck my cock," he said when he stopped to get some air.

Hearing him say my name caused something in me, waking up my inner whore even more than it already was.

I started deepthroating him, choking with his cock while I opened my mouth as wide as I could, letting my spit and his precum leak out of it, making a mess on his balls.

My tongue got to work and licked all that mess of fluids from his balls, and he latched on to my clit.

Jason started sucking on my clitoris and flicking it with his tongue. I lost it at that moment. My right hand grabbed tightly the base of his shaft as my mouth blew hard and fast on the top half of his cock.

"Fuck, no. Fuck! Stop, please," he said. While squirming under me.

I pulled my mouth away from his cock. I could tell he was way too close, but I wanted his seed in me.

"Fuck me now, Jason. I want your cock in me; I need you to fill me with cum," I said while I gave his penis some hard licks.

Instead of obeying me, he grabbed my legs harder. I could feel my knees chafing with the fake turf as his tongue licked faster on my tiny button.

"Oh, Jason, yes. Keep licking, yeees!" I said and started grinding lightly on his face.

He pushed me lightly upwards and then let go of me, inserting his tongue in my vagina. I felt it penetrate me almost as if it were a cock, and I started bouncing on his face. 

Suddenly my legs turned to jelly; I couldn't bounce anymore, and he pulled me up again and fucked me with his tongue as my ass tensed and my legs shook.

"Oooooooohhhhh yeeeeeeees, JASOOOON!!!!"

I fell on his face, but he quickly pushed me. He got on his knees and lifted me by the hips. Without saying a word, he started pushing his hard shaft into my narrow pussy.

"Fuck, you're thick!" I said as he forced his cock in me.

He didn't say a word; he kept pushing himself in, gaping my vagina.

When I felt his balls hit my mound and his hips meet mine, I said, "Please, wait; let me get used to your cock, please." 

Jason didn't listen. He started pumping me, sliding his shaft in and out of my stretched vagina. 

The sharp pain I started feeling soon turned into pleasure, and the grunts became moans. He knew how to use that fat cock.

I felt him grope my ass cheeks, spreading them and gripping them tightly. I feared he would try to do something to my anus since I'm a virgin there, but he didn't.

Then I felt the sudden sting of a hard slap on my ass.

"Awww! Ouch, that hurts!" I said. I've never been big on pain. He kept spanking me, lowering the intensity, but he kept going.

His pumping became faster and harder. He pushed his hips so hard against me that it made me face-plant the fake turf. That freed my hand, and it immediately went to my clitoris.

My knees hurt even more than before, but I was too deep now. I wanted to cum again. I wanted him to cum inside me.

My fingers moved fast against my hood, flicking and rubbing.

"Oh, fuck, yes, keep fucking me, Jason!" I said, and he started pumping me harder; he seemed enraged.

I felt my belly tense, and my pussy started to spasm, squeezing Jason's cock inside me. He grunted, and I felt his semen flooding my canal as my legs shook once more and I screamed.

"FUCK YEEEEEEEESS!!!!" And I collapsed to the ground. His cock slid out of my vagina, and he stood up.

He picked up my clothes and dropped them next to where I was lying. "You should go to bed," he said in an angry tone and walked away. I heard him climb the stairs.

I picked myself up from the floor where I had just been used and grabbed my clothes.

As I stood up, I felt my legs fail me. There was no way I could make the climb up the stairs. I dropped onto the couch near the stairs. It was a hot summer night; I drifted off to sleep with my legs spread open and Jason's cum leaking out of my sore vagina.

"YOU BITCH!" Zoe's screaming woke me up. It was still nighttime, probably just minutes after I had fallen asleep. "YOU FUCKED DAD!"

She caught me naked, with chafed knees and a red ass from the spanking, and her dad's cum dripping from my pussy.

I'm a slut.