My best friend doesn’t know that her dad is fucking me

Her dad had always been hot in that way older guys are, salt-and-pepper hair, strong hands from years of working construction, the kind of smile that made your stomach flip. But he was Megan’s dad, so I shoved the thoughts down.

Until that night I stayed over.

Megan had passed out early after too much wine, leaving me alone in the living room with him. I caught him staring when I bent over to pick up my phone. His eyes burned as they dragged up my thighs, lingering where my shorts had ridden up.

“You’re trouble,” he muttered, his voice rough.

And instead of laughing it off, I bit my lip. “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”

His chair scraped back.

Next thing I knew, his calloused hands were gripping my waist, slamming me against the fridge. His mouth crashed onto mine, tasting like whiskey and sin, his tongue fucking my mouth the way I suddenly needed him to fuck me.

“No one finds out,” he growled against my lips. “Especially not Megan.”

“Obviously,” I gasped as his fingers hooked into my panties, yanking them aside.

He didn’t even bother taking them off. Just shoved two thick fingers into my soaked pussy, curling them just right. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groaned. “This what you want? Your best friend’s daddy ruining you?”

God, yes.

He spun me around, bending me over the kitchen counter. I heard his belt clink, then the slap of his cock against my ass before he shoved inside with one brutal thrust.

“Shit!” I choked out, nails scrambling against the granite. He was so much bigger than guys my age, stretching me impossibly full.

“Quiet,” he hissed, one hand fisting in my hair as he fucked into me, hard and deep. “Or you’ll wake her up.”

The thought of Megan asleep down the hall while her dad split me open should have made me feel guilty. Instead, my pussy clenched around him, squeezing, and he chuckled darkly. “Knew you were a little slut.”

He came inside me without warning, his cum flooding my tight hole as his hips stuttered. Pulling out, he smacked my ass — hard — leaving a stinging handprint. “My office. Tomorrow after school. Don’t be late.”

That was three months ago.

Now? I sneak over whenever Megan’s at work. He bends me over his desk, fucks me on the couch where they watch movies together, once even took me in her childhood bed while her prom pictures watched from the dresser.