Poppy slipped through the front door of her family home, the late afternoon light casting long shadows across the living room, and froze in place at the threshold.

Her parents were supposed to be at their business meeting until midnight, yet there on the couch sat Simon, her father's longtime friend, his head tilted back with eyes closed and his fist pumping rhythmically along the thick length of his exposed cock.

The sight hit her like a physical blow—her first time seeing a real male organ in the flesh—and she swallowed hard, her heart hammering against her ribs as she took in the pale shaft veined and rigid, the swollen pinkish head glistening with white thick liquid that his aggressive strokes smeared in.

Shame flooded her cheeks even as a hot, liquid arousal pooled low in her belly, her school uniform skirt suddenly feeling too hot, her breath catching in her throat while she inched closer on silent feet, curiosity overriding the urge to flee.

Simon's eyes snapped open without breaking rhythm, a knowing smirk curving his lips as his gaze locked onto hers.

"I knew you were there, little Poppy," he growled, his fist tightening and speeding up, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the quiet room, making his cock swell even harder and darker at the tip under her wide-eyed stare.

The thought of her watching had been his plan all along once he'd learned her parents were gone, and now the intensity built visibly, his balls drawing tight, muscles in his thighs flexing.

"Fucking hell." He grunts as he chased the edge while thick ropes of cum erupted from the slit, splattering across his stomach and fist in hot, pulsing bursts that he milked out slowly, the musky scent of his release thickening the air.

"Come closer," Simon invited, voice low and reassuring as he held out his clean hand, other still stroking the softening but twitching length with the other, his eyes tracing the flush on her pretty face.

Poppy hesitated. She thinks of her parents coming home to the sight of them together. That would be a big problem. So she started whispering about her concerns of her parents possibly returning early, but Simon shook his head, pulling her gently nearer until her knees brushed the couch cushion in between his legs. She looked down on him, breathing shakily.

"They won't be back yet, sweetheart. We'll be careful—quiet, just like this. I promise it'll feel so good if you let it."

His fingers brushed her wrist, sending sparks up her arm, the thrill of forbidden discovery mingling with the raw heat still radiating from his not-so spent cock.

Simon was so gentle to her, his hands moving to her arms and down to her hands, soothing her while waiting for her answer. Poppy swallowed thickly, cheeks burning as she asked, "Why are you doing this?" Her voice was so soft and vulnerable.

Simon fought his urge to stuff her pretty mouth with his now fully-erected cock and smiled at her, but it was more of a smirk, as he said sweet words to her.

"I'm doing this because I want you so fucking bad, sweetheart." Simon exhaled, taking Poppy's little hands, pulling her to have her sat on his lap, her skirt covering his lap as her legs were situated on either side of his big thighs.

"I always think of your pretty face. Of your pretty soft voice. I always wonder how would you look under these clothes." Simon's big hands circled around her waist, Poppy flushed, swallowing thickly. "But what if dad and mom comes home? What if they walk in on us?"

Simon clearly didn't give a fuck. Hell, he could even fuck her outside or on the floor if she would let him.

Simon grunted, "Alright, let's keep your clothes on. But you will let me do everything I wanted to do to you."

Poppy's excitement grew.

Simon started being gentle as he kissed her. His mouth hot as he pushes his tongue in her parted mouth. He lapped her tongue as he cupped her cheek that had Poppy knocking her shoes off her sock-clad feet. Simon was delighted at that.

He started pulling her closer as he leaned back on the couch, slipping his hands under her blouse to cup her breasts as he kissed her mouth eagerly.

She arched her body, panting on his mouth.

"Easy there, love," Simon soothed, his thumbs wiping on her nipples. Poppy gasped, cheeks burning as she pulled back.

Simon smirked at her reaction. And kissed her harder, pulling away to bite on her neck, as he started whispering, "Fuck, love, can I suck your nipples? I'll just lift your clothes." His tongue dragged hot and sloppy along her throat as one hand squeezed her tit firmly, fingers pinching the stiff peak through the thin fabric while his other hand slid down to grip her ass under the skirt, pulling her cunt flush against the thick, hardening length of his cock so she could feel every pulsing vein press between her thighs.

Poppy's breath hitched at his filthy request, her body trembling with a mix of nerves and raw need as she nodded quickly, her voice barely a whisper. "Y-yes... please." She fumbled with the hem of her blouse, yanking it up along with her bra in one clumsy motion until her small, perky tits spilled free, the pale skin flushed and nipples stiff peaks begging for attention.

Simon groaned low in his throat, his mouth descending immediately, hot and wet as he latched onto one nipple, sucking hard with a wet, slurping sound that echoed in the quiet room. His tongue lashed over the sensitive bud, teeth grazing just enough to make her jolt, while his other hand kept her ass pinned, grinding her soaked cunt against the rigid shaft of his cock through the thin barrier of her panties.

She became a mumbling mess within seconds, words tumbling out incoherent and desperate—"Oh god, Simon, that feels... ahh, too much, but don't stop"—as his mouth switched to her other tit, sucking greedily, pulling the flesh into his mouth with deep, rhythmic pulls that made her back arch and her fingers tangle in his hair.

Minutes stretched out in a haze of wet suction and the soft whimpers escaping her lips, her body squirming on his lap, the heat of his tongue dragging slow circles around her areola before he bit down lightly, sending sparks straight to her core.

Her school skirt bunched around her waist, her sock-clad feet kicking lightly against the couch cushions as waves of shame and arousal crashed through her, the forbidden thrill of it all making her pussy clench emptily, dripping with fresh slick that soaked into the fabric.

Simon's free hand slid lower, shoving her panties aside with impatient fingers, exposing the slick folds of her tight, virgin cunt to the cool air. He didn't waste time, pushing two thick digits straight into her soaked entrance, the wet squelch of her juices filling the space as he buried them knuckle-deep.

Poppy cried out, a high-pitched whine that turned into frantic moans, her hips bucking instinctively to meet his quick, curling thrusts.

"Fuck, you're so tight, sweetheart," he rasped against her spit-slick tits, pumping his fingers faster, scissoring them to stretch her walls while his thumb circled her swollen clit.

She was new to this, every sensation overwhelming— the fullness, the way his rough pads dragged against her inner spots, making her gush and grind harder, her juices spilling over his palm in hot, sticky trails that coated his hand and dripped down his wrist.

His cock throbbed impossibly harder beneath her, the thick length pulsing against her thigh as he watched her ride his fingers, her cunt clenching greedily around them, pink lips parting with each thrust. The sight of her grinding down, ass flexing under his grip, her tits bouncing with every desperate roll of her hips—it pushed him over, his shaft standing rigid and veined, the swollen head leaking precum onto her skin.

With a guttural grunt, he pulled his fingers free, strings of her arousal connecting them to her dripping pussy, and fisted his cock, lining the blunt tip up against her entrance.

"Gonna fuck you now, little Poppy... gonna stuff this tight cunt full," he growled, pushing in with one slow, relentless thrust that stretched her wide, inch by thick inch, her walls fluttering and squeezing as he bottomed out deep inside her.

Poppy's scream dissolved into broken sobs of pleasure, her body seizing around the invasion as Simon started to pound up into her, hard and rhythmic, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with her squeals and his dirty murmurs.

"That's it, take every inch—fuck, you're so wet for me."

He gripped her ass tighter, slamming her down onto his cock with each upward snap of his hips, the angle hitting something that made her vision blur, her juices flooding out around his shaft in messy spurts. Her mumbles turned to babbling pleas, head thrown back, tits still exposed and marked with his bites, as he fucked her relentlessly on the couch, the risk of discovery only heightening every slick, throbbing sensation.

"Oh, Simon, I-I can't—" She sniffled, eyes rolling back with a broken moan.

Simon basked in that reaction and slammed his cock harder, his tight grip on her ass as he nailed her to his cock made her sobs louder. "Fuck, take it, my little cumslut."

Poppy releases with a lot of shaking, and a lot of liquid that Simon realized she just squirted. He swallowed thickly and cupped her cheeks. "Love, are you okay? You still can take my cock, don't you little Poppy?" Simon kissed her cheek and startes thrusting up harder and quicker, chasing his own release that is approaching.

Poppy sniffles and arched, sensitivity kicks in that had her inch closer to her next release. "Oh, s-so good."

Simon grunts, cupping her nape to kiss her harder while he fucks her beastly. "Fuck, fuck," He pulled the back of her kees up his shoulders, his back still sitting on the couch and rummaged harder.

Poppy's cries were evident as she was folded in half. Simon becoming less and less gentle as he approached his release. His hips slamming harder as he pulled her hips down on him. His voice was ragged as he groan, gripping tighter on her hips, as he rutted.

And when Poppy finally clenches on his cock. Simon comes with a rough groan to her neck, thick loads of cum spurting in her, painting her inside with lots of cum. Simon's thrusts become sloppy, shaking through the sensitivity as he let go of Poppy's legs and have her just straddle his hips instead. Utterly spent.

Poppy's eyes were close as he set her down the couch. Simon fixed her clothes in place, leaning down to lick her innerr thigh. Chuckling to himself when she whimpered. And stood up in the middle of the living room.

He smirked and watches Popy drifted to sleep. And he thank whoever was up for having to fuck his friend's little daughter after years of wanting to do so.

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