The summer I let my best friend's dad ruin me

I’m 22, and last summer I did something so insanely dirty my pussy still pulses remembering it. My best friend Sarah dragged me along to her family’s luxe beach house in Malibu sun, waves, total paradise… until I let her dad raw-dog me, choke me on his cock, and pump me full of cum. Yeah, it’s messed up. Here’s every nasty second.

Third night in, Sarah blacked out early from too many tequila sunrises. I couldn’t sleep, so I’m prowling around in this skimpy bikini that’s basically just strings over my tits. Her dad, let’s call him Dave is in the kitchen, shirtless, 45, silver hair, carved body, that dangerous-daddy energy pouring off him. One look from him and I’m soaked. He pours me a whiskey, we start talking, flirting turns filthy fast. My pulse is hammering, I know this is so wrong, but I’m dripping for it.

Next thing, we’re in his room, door locked. He wraps a hand around my throat, kisses me like he owns me, tears my top off. My nipples are aching; he bites and sucks them until I’m whimpering. I sink to my knees, starving for his dick. It’s massive thick, veiny, already dripping. I take him deep, gagging, spit running down my chin while he fucks my throat raw. My eyes are streaming and I’m loving every second of being used like that.

He tosses me on the bed, spreads me wide, and devours my pussy tongue lashing my clit until I’m bucking and screaming, coming all over his face. Then he flips me onto my stomach, yanks my hips up, and buries his bare cock inside me in one brutal thrust. No rubber, just him stretching me open, slamming so deep I see stars. I’m moaning “harder, Daddy” like a total slut while he spanks me red and growls what a dirty girl I am.

Right before he finishes, he pins me missionary, stares into my soul and rasps, “You want this load?” I beg yes and he unloads, flooding my pussy with hot, heavy spurts. I clench around him, coming again, milking him dry as his cum starts leaking out. We collapse in a sweaty heap, his seed still dripping from my wrecked cunt.

Morning after, I’m terrified Sarah will clock something, but she’s oblivious. We’re in the pool later and I can still feel his cum sloshing inside me, warm and slick between my thighs while I float there like nothing happened. Every time I catch Dave’s eye across the water he gives me that knowing smirk. Our filthy little secret. I’d let him ruin me again if I got the chance.