Claimed by my best friend's dad

My best friend’s dad, Mr. Carter (53, ex-military, broad shoulders, silver buzz-cut, always in fitted polos that show off his arms), has been giving me “the look” since I started sleeping over at 16. Last weekend my friend went to visit her mom out of state and I “forgot” I still had a key. Texted Mr. Carter Friday night: “Hey, left my charger at your place, can I swing by?” He replied in two seconds: “Door’s open.”

I showed up at 10 p.m. in an oversized hoodie (his daughter’s old one) and literally nothing underneath. He’s on the couch in gray sweatpants, beer in hand, eyes locked on my bare legs the second I walk in. I pretend to look for the charger, bending over in front of him, hoodie riding up just enough. Two minutes of silence and he finally mutters, “You’re not here for a charger, are you?”

I turn around, let the hoodie slip off one shoulder and say, “No, sir.”

He’s on me in half a second, pinning me against the kitchen island, kissing me hard, one hand fisted in my hair, the other sliding straight between my legs. Groans when he feels how soaked I am, calls me a “naughty little thing” and lifts me onto the counter like I weigh nothing. Yanks the hoodie off, spreads my thighs wide, and eats my pussy right there where they eat family dinner. Beard scratching my thighs, tongue fucking me deep, two thick fingers curling till I’m grabbing his head and coming all over his face.

He stands up, sweatpants down, and his cock is thick, veiny, rock-hard, curving slightly upward. He rubs the head through my slit once and growls, “Been hard thinking about this pussy for years.” Then slams in raw, one brutal thrust that makes me scream. Starts pounding me on the island, plates rattling, my tits bouncing, his hand around my throat just tight enough to make me dizzy.

He carries me to the couch (still inside me), sits down and makes me ride him reverse so he can watch my ass bounce while he slaps it red. Then flips me over the armrest, same spot his daughter does TikToks, and rails me doggy, pulling my hair so hard my back arches. Reaches under and rubs my clit till I squirt all over the cushions.

He’s not done. Carries me upstairs to his bed (the one he shares with his wife when she visits), throws me down, throws my legs over his shoulders and goes stupid deep. Grunts “gonna fill this tight little cunt” and unloads, hot, thick ropes pumping so deep I feel every pulse. Stays inside me after, plugging it, kissing my neck and saying “this pussy belongs to me now.”

He fucked me five more times that weekend: in the shower, bent over his truck in the garage, on the kitchen floor at 3 a.m. while I was “getting water.” Left Sunday night with hickeys under my clothes, handprints on my ass, and his cum still dripping out of me.

My friend comes home tomorrow and has no idea her dad just claimed her best friend in every room of the house. He already texted: “Next time she’s gone, pack an overnight bag. And don’t wear anything under that hoodie again.”