CumSoaked Cock…

Lucy.

I wanted to fuck my best friend’s father.

No, I didn’t regret it.

Dante Rossi was the only man I craved.

He was the one I masturbated to, the sole focus of my sexual awakening and yet I could not have him because he was my best friend’s father.

The words still sends a filthy thrill straight to my core every time I think them.

My pussy clenches just imagining all the ways his thick cock could stretch me open, the way he would growl my name as he claimed me, starving for me as long as I’d been starving for him.

But I wasn’t always like this.

At one point, I considered him like a father… until that fateful day.

It was like any normal day, I’d followed Jade home after school.

We were supposed to grab snacks and gossip as sixteen-year-olds did.

I thought we had the home to ourselves, her Dad was supposed to be at the office.

Instead, I pushed open the front door behind her and froze in the hallway.

Dante stood at the bottom of the stairs in nothing but a white towel slung low around his hips.

His dark hair was wet and slicked back. Water glistened on his broad, muscled chest, tracing the deep lines of his abs and the sharp V that disappeared beneath the fabric.

I stopped breathing.

Some part of my brain unlocking for the first time and feasting on things I had no idea existed.

The towel did nothing to hide the heavy outline of his cock resting against his thigh or the powerful way he held himself when he was half naked in front of his daughter and her friend.

My mouth went dry.

His intense brown eyes locked onto mine for a heartbeat longer than they should have and heat flooded my face.

But it was nothing compared to the sudden, shameful flood between my legs.

Dante suddenly became the kind of man who could pin me down and ruin me.

My clit throbbed and my sixteen-year-old brain that had never seen anything so raw, so masculine, so fucking tempting, stopped working altogether.

“Girls,” he said, voice deep and smooth like aged whiskey. “I didn’t expect you back so early.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll pretend you don’t exist,” Jade sneered and dragged me upstairs. She was saying something about her Dad being so embarrassing, but I was already gone—lost to the sick fantasies consuming my mind of me dropping to my knees right there in the hallway and peeling that towel away.

That image haunted me for the next few days.

Every night, I came violently to the thought of tasting him, feeling him down my throat, letting him grab my hair and fuck my mouth while telling me what a naughty little girl I was.

My body bent and broke under my fingers for him but in reality, I was still his daughter’s sweet little friend, who he was teaching how to ride a bicycle.

Jade had decided she wanted to learn to ride a bike—mostly because her crush at the time had one.

She gave up after a day of wobbling and complaining.

But I stayed, and like a good Dad, Dante insisted on teaching me properly.

The sun was warm on my skin as I straddled the bicycle in their wide driveway.

He stood behind me, one large hand on the back of the seat, the other wrapping firmly around my waist to steady me.

His strong, confident fingers dug into the soft curve of my hip and I almost whimpered aloud.

“Keep your balance, Lucy,” he said, breath hot against my ear. “Relax your body. Let me guide you.”

I couldn’t relax even if I wanted to.

My mind was a mess of dirty images, my panties soaked and clinging to my wet folds. I hoped he couldn’t tell. I hoped nothing on my face betrayed my sick want of him.

“Are you okay? We can stop if you’re not feeling up to it today.”

“NO. I’m fine. I don’t want to stop.”

“Alright.”

I felt the heat of his palm through my thin shorts as his big hand slid lower to adjust my posture.

I pedaled distractedly and every time the bike wobbled, he pulled me back against him, my ass brushing against his groin.

I swear I felt him thicken.

That heavy cock I’d seen under the towel waking up and pressing against me, searching for my wet pussy to bury itself in.

But then I’d turn and see nothing growing in his pants and be hit with disappointment.

What would it take for him to see me differently?

What would it take for him to bend me over this bike and fuck me till I couldn’t walk straight?

I was willing to do anything to have him shove my shorts down, spread my legs, and thrust that fat cock deep into my tight teenage pussy while I gripped the handlebars and moaned like a whore.

I pictured him spanking my ass red for being such a greedy slut, then filling me with load after load until cum ran down my thighs.

My nipples hardened into little peaks under my shirt.

I was dripping so much I worried he’d smell my arousal.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he praised, voice low and rough. His thumb stroked the small of my back in encouraging circles. “Keep going. Good girl.”

Those words nearly made me cum on the spot.

I wanted to be his good girl.

I also wanted to be his filthy little cumslut. The contradiction made my clit pulse painfully till I felt dizzy.

By the time we finished, my panties were ruined and my thighs were trembling.

That was the last time he touched me.

I stopped going to Jade’s house for fear I wouldn’t be able to control myself.

We used my house instead and years passed, but the obsession never faded.

I’d scroll through Jade’s social media just for glimpses of him—shirtless at the beach, muscles gleaming, that same confident smirk.

I’d finger myself to those pictures, moaning into my hand, as I imagined his cum painting my face and tits.

I dated a few boys in high school and then college, but none of them came close enough to fucking me.

They didn’t excite me the way my body got when I thought about Dante.

Their cocks were nothing compared to the thick, veiny monster I’d fantasized about for so long, so they were not worth my virginity.

How fucked was I that the one man I craved could not belong to me?

“Come on, Lucy!” Jade whined, pulling me back to the present. We were in our dorm room. “It’s the New Year, we’re talking about. Spend it with me.”

I shook my head. “I want to go home.”

“But your parents aren’t even there!”

I sighed.

It was true.

Those two had jetted off on some second-honeymoon cruise, leaving me with an empty house.

Jade folded her arms across her popping breasts. She wouldn’t be taking no for an answer.

“Come on, Luce. My Dad’s working out of town until after the first, so he won’t be home. The house is all ours to do as we please. We’ll have wine, movies, endless dicks. It’ll be perfect.”

I hesitated, my heart hammering. “You’re sure he won’t be home? I don’t want to impose…”

“I’m positive,” she laughed. “He texted me this morning from the airport. And besides, you’re my best friend, you can never impose. Now say yes. I know you want to.”

I snorted, my mind wandering how Dante’s cock could’ve been the perfect New Year’s gift. The thought made my pussy throb so hard I had to press my thighs together. “Yeah, okay,” I breathed, voice huskier than I meant. “I’m in.”

The drive to their house felt endless. Every mile brought hotter, dirtier memories to my mind and I shut my eyes and sank into it.

By the time Jade pulled into the driveway, I was aching, my lace thong damp.

The house was dark except for the porch light and no car in the garage.

Dante really wasn’t home.

We unpacked, ordered pizza, and cracked open a bottle of wine.

Jade chattered about her latest hookup while I smiled and nodded, my mind miles away—picturing

Dante’s hands on my body again.

I excused myself to the bathroom, locked the door, and hiked my skirt up.

My reflection in the mirror looked feral—my cheeks flushed, my eyes glassy with lust.

I slid two fingers into my soaked cunt, pumping fast while my thumb rubbed my clit in tight, desperate circles.

“Daddy…” I hissed. “Fuck me with that big cock. Fill me up. Make me your slut.”

The orgasm hit me hard and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

Jade was behind that door and I felt so dirty fingering myself to the reckless thoughts of her father.

My thighs shook and I was so glad Dante wasn’t home because I doubted I knew how to resist his temptation.