My Best friend’s Widowed Father 3

Kamilla's POV

“Daddy!!!” Katrina's scream pierced the air like a siren, her eyes bulging as she caught me mid-ride on her father's thick cock. I was grinding down hard, my pussy clenching around him, chasing that building orgasm when the door flew open.

I yanked myself off him in a panic, his dick slipping out with a wet pop, leaving me dripping and exposed. Shock hit me like ice water, five years of friendship with Katrina, all those secrets we shared, gone in a heartbeat. My face burned with embarrassment as I scrambled for something to cover up, but there was nothing close enough.

“I… I can explain,” I stammered, my voice barely heard, my heart hammering in my chest.

Katrina's face twisted in fury, her hands balling into fists. “Explain? There's nothing to explain, Kamilla! I don't want to hear a word from you. Just get the hell out of this house! Now!”

She spun toward her father, Mr. Alfred, who was sitting up on the bed, his cock still semi-hard and slick from me. “And you…I'm so disappointed in you, Dad. How could you? With my best friend?”

“Daughter, please, let me…” he started, reaching out, but she cut him off sharp.

“Don't! You're a devil, Dad! A total devil for doing this!”

“Kamilla is my lesbian partner!” Katrina blurted out, her voice firm like she was staking a claim.

Mr Alfred froze, his mouth dropping open. “What? Your what? Katrina, you're a lesbian? And with her? Daughter, that's insane!

“She's my partner, not... not some partner for you!” She declared.

I stood there, naked and trembling, the cool air making my nipples peak. “Katrina, it's not like that. I mean, it is, but... we didn't plan it. It just happened.”

“ Happened? You were fucking him! I saw it! Riding him like some slut!” she yelled, tears streaming down her face. “Get out, Kamilla. I never want to see you again. You've ruined everything!”

Mr. Alfred tried again. “Sweetheart, calm down. Kamilla and I... I’ve been sneaking on her. It's real. She's important to me.”

“Important? She's half your age! And my best friend! How long, Dad? How long have you been sneaking around?”

“A few months,” he admitted, his eyes flicking to me with regret. “But I love her, Katrina. You have to understand.”

“Love? This isn't love….it's betrayal! Both of you, disgusting!” She pointed at the door. “Kamilla, leave. Now. Or I'll call the cops myself.”

I grabbed my clothes from the floor, pulling on my jeans and shirt haphazardly, my body still buzzing from the interrupted sex. “Katrina, please. Talk to me. We can fix this.”

“Fix it? There's no fixing this. You chose him over me. Over our friendship. Go!”

Tears stung my eyes as I bolted from the room, down the stairs, and out the front door. The afternoon air slapped my flushed skin, and I ran to my car, slamming the door shut behind me. My hands shook on the steering wheel as I drove away, the image of Katrina's horrified face burned into my mind.

By the time I pulled into my driveway, my apartment building loomed dark and empty. I fumbled with my keys, letting myself in, and collapsed onto the couch. The silence was deafening. Five years….gone. All because of Mr. Alfred. But even as guilt twisted in my gut, a deeper ache pulsed between my legs. I couldn't stop thinking about him.

His strong hands gripping my hips, pulling me down onto his cock. The way he'd groan my name, “Kamilla, fuck, you're so tight.” My first time sex with other people was with my boss , in his office after his birthday party. I'd gone to drop off a gift, and he was there alone, working late. One look, and the tension snapped.

“Kamilla, you look incredible tonight,” he'd said, his voice low, eyes dark with hunger.

“I shouldn't be here like this,” I'd whispered, but my body leaned in anyway.

“Why not? Everyone’s out. Just us.” His hand brushed my arm, sending sparks through me.

We'd kissed then, fierce and desperate. He bent me over his desk, yanked down my panties, and thrust into me without a word. “God, your pussy feels amazing,” he'd growled, pounding hard, his balls slapping against me.

But, I loved it with Mr. Alfred more, the risk, the forbidden thrill I took for Katrina's father more. Every stolen moment after that, in his bed, even the kitchen while Katrina was upstairs. “Ride me, baby,” he'd say, and I'd straddle him, bouncing until we both came, his cum filling me up.

Sighing, I kicked off my shoes and stood, heading to my bedroom. The sheets were still rumpled from last night, alone, but fingering myself to thoughts of him. Now, the need was overwhelming. I stripped naked, the fabric whispering off my skin, and lay back on the bed, spreading my legs.

My hand trailed down my stomach, fingers dipping between my folds. I was soaked already, slick from the memory. “Alfred,” I murmured to the empty room, circling my clit. “I need your cock inside me.”

In my mind, he was there, hovering over me. “Tell me what you want, Kamilla,” he'd say, his breath hot on my neck.

“Fuck me hard. Make me yours.”

Two fingers slid into my pussy, pumping slowly at first, mimicking his thrusts. I arched my back, moaning softly. The way he'd suck on my tits, biting just enough to sting. “You're so wet for me,” he'd whisper. “Cum on my dick.”

Faster now, my thumb rubbing my clit, breaths coming in gasps. I loved him, really loved him. Not just the sex, though god, the sex was everything. His laugh, the way he listened when I talked about my dreams. Katrina's dad, but my everything. How could I give that up?

“Alfred, yes... deeper,” I panted, adding a third finger, stretching myself. My free hand pinched my nipple, tugging hard. The orgasm built, hot and urgent, visions of him flipping me over, slamming into my ass…wait, we hadn't done that yet, but I wanted to. “Cum in me, fill my pussy.”

I was close, so close, when a sharp knock echoed from the front door. I froze, fingers buried deep in my pussy, my pulse racing. Who the hell? It was late…past midnight.

The knock came again, insistent. “Kamilla? Open up. It's me.”

Mr. Alfred's voice. And then Katrina's, softer but edged with anger. “Kamilla, we need to talk.”

My heart stopped. What were they doing here? Together?