I love American BBQs. They’re sort of family settings, but it’s also kinda okay to flirt. You get to distribute good food and meet new people. In my case, I’ve never been a fan of cornhole, so I adapted it into a game more akin to my interests. Fortunately, one of the DILFs was very eager to give my holes the most thorough beanbagging.

This was a warm summer day a few years ago, and the flirting started as very innocent and friendly banter over our respective contributions to the BBQ potluck. He wanted to know my salad dressing recipe and I praised his sliders. As the afternoon went on, we continued chatting: He was a recently divorced dad, living on his own when his kids weren’t around, and just trying to have a fun summer. The perfect opportunity to strike.

“Are your kids with you this weekend?”

“No. They’re with their mom. I’m all by myself until tomorrow night.”

I’ve never been much of a flirter, but I guess a look was all I needed. Game was on, and he did all the work of finding methods to chat me up throughout. This might have been all in my mind, but I like to think that the other DILFs knew what was happening. I felt more and more looks aimed the way of my summer dress. I accepted his offer to drive me home when it was time.

“What’s your address?”

“My roommates are there, but you said earlier that yours aren’t,” I smiled.

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No more questions were asked, and he just drove to his place. But, in all honesty, we didn’t quite make it there. He started kissing me with all the passion pent up over the cookout, and my dress was half undone by the time we left his car to go into his place.

From the second we were behind closed doors, I knew this was gonna be a good one. For his gorgeous dadbod, dad jokes and friendly demeanor, it turned out my DILF was quite the dominant alpha lover. Just my type. He sent shivers down my back as he kissed my neck while removing my clothes, letting his hands roam and grope free along the flesh that he exposed. Before I knew it, he picked me up and set me down, legs spread, on his sofa. I rarely cum from oral, but gosh, daddy knew how to work that tongue.

He ate my pussy like a starved man, eagerly exploring me with his tongue and fingers to discover my pleasure spots. I was in heaven, rejoicing in the fact that we had just been exchanging recipes, and now I was naked, spread, close to cumming against his face. He could sense it, as he kept his motion constant when the pleasure started to create up. I squirted on his lips.

I’m usually on top of my game, but he had reduced me to a puddle of pleasure on his couch. I was still spread, panting, my insides twitching. He knelt back, still dressed, enjoying the scene of his success.

“You took all words away from me… Gosh, I never cum from oral.”

“Maybe you need to stop wasting time with guys your age. You’re too delicious to let your cum go to waste.”

“Do you think I should be daddy’s slut, then?”

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He went wild and I could see it in his eyes. I closed my legs and stood up, recovered, and I stretched out my hand to help him up. I was ready to show him that it was not an empty question: I can be a really good slut.

When he was standing, I looked up into his eyes as I took my time to undress him, gentle and slow. I knew there would be more time for rushed and intense ravishing. I unbuttoned his shirt, I pushed down his shorts and underwear, worshipping his body as he did mine. I enjoyed the texture of his hairs, his perky nipples, the muscles in his arms. His hard cock stood free, neglected, and I dropped to my knees to reciprocate some of the pleasure he had given me.

“I like it when you get rough,” I reminded before I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock to lick him teasingly. I serviced him to the best of my abilities, taking him a mixture of deep, tight against my cheeks, and enthusiastic, swirling my tongue against his flesh and holding his tip against my in the back of my mouth for several seconds.

Dominant DILF knew exactly how rough I love it. At times, he used both his hands to hold me to his pubes, grunting loud when my eyes filled with tears and I could no longer suppress my gag reflex. He slapped me once as I moved out, manhandled my face when I moved back in. He was loving it, but he seemed worried that he wouldn’t last much longer.

“You’re going to make me cum like that, princess. I will need some recovery time if you do that…”

That’s exactly what I wanted, and I doubled down on my service. I moved his hands to my head and he did the rest: he pulled me close to him, fucking my mouth deep every time I moved in. This ended in his loud pant and a really hot throatpie. I barely had any cum to display in my mouth.

After some awkward laughter, cleaning my messed up face and much making out, he was ready for a last hurrah… And I am really glad I stuck around for it, since he made me come two more times. Dominant DILF tossed me around deliciously as he dicked my pussy with top shape and endurance. Again, a great adult version of cornhole. He fucked me in doggy, fondling and complimenting my ass while he pumped me. I came when he had me ride him, my overstimulated pussy giving up almost immediately when he hit my G-spot and held my hips down to him.

He fucked me from behind, my belly to the bed, pounding so hard I wondered he’d break his bedframe. It was so intense it was hard to breathe. I came one more time when he fucked me on our sides, from behind, holding my leg and my neck while he praised me for being such a good slut for daddy.

Dominant DILF knew his last orgasm was coming, and he asked me where I wanted his cum. He had had a vasectomy and I was on birth control. I told him I chose the first load and he could choose this one. He pushed me back into apparent missionary, pulling my legs up, straight together, and pumped me full of his sticky cum. I was daddy’s slut and I let his sperm ooze out of me for his delight.

This is not where the adventure ended, as more orgasms happened over the next few hours. It was a great weekend. Now, I think of Dominant DILF every time I eat sliders. His secret? Parsley in the patty. And, of course, timing his kinky sweet nothings to push me over the edge. The perfect DILF.

NSFW: yes