Best Friend’s Forbidden Father: Part 5

I stood completely naked inside Marcus’s dark walk-in closet, heart pounding so hard I could barely breathe. My back pressed against his hanging shirts, still smelling like his cologne. Cum from earlier was still leaking down my inner thighs. I heard the bedroom door open.

“Daddy?” Sarah’s voice came from inside the room. “You in here? I got off work early.”

“Yeah, I’m here, sweetheart,” Marcus replied casually, his voice sounding completely normal. “How was your shift?”

I held my breath. The closet door was only cracked open a few inches. Through the small gap, I could see Marcus sitting on the edge of his bed in just his sweatpants. Sarah stood near the doorway, still in her work uniform.

“It was so busy tonight,” Sarah sighed, kicking off her shoes. “I’m exhausted. Where’s Ava? I texted her but she didn’t reply.”

My stomach twisted with guilt. My best friend was right there, completely unaware that I was naked and hiding in her father’s closet, dripping with his cum.

“She mentioned something about taking a shower earlier,” Marcus lied smoothly. “She’s probably in the guest bathroom. Come sit for a second.”

As Sarah moved closer to the bed, Marcus reached behind him and quietly slid the closet door open a little more. His hand reached inside, found my thigh, and pulled me forward slightly.

I bit my lip hard as two thick fingers suddenly pushed between my legs, sliding easily into my soaked pussy.

“Marcus…” I breathed silently, eyes wide with panic.

He curled his fingers inside me while keeping his eyes on Sarah, his face showing nothing but fatherly concern. “Long day, huh? You should get some rest.”

I gripped the edge of the closet door frame, trying not to make a sound as his fingers started pumping slowly in and out of me. The risk was insane. My best friend was literally five feet away, talking to her dad, while he fingered me in his closet.

“Yeah, I’m beat,” Sarah said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Ava’s been acting kind of strange this visit though. Like she’s distracted all the time. Do you think something’s going on with her?”

Marcus added a third finger, stretching me wider. I had to press my face into one of his hanging shirts to muffle my whimper. The wet sounds of his fingers fucking me were so loud in my own ears.

“She’s probably just stressed with school,” he replied calmly, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing slow circles. “You know how college can be. She’ll be fine.”

I was shaking. The terror of Sarah turning her head and seeing her father’s hand inside his closet, inside me, pushed me right to the edge of panic. But the pleasure… God, the pleasure was overwhelming. My pussy clenched around his fingers as he worked me expertly.

“Mm-hmm,” Sarah yawned. “I’m gonna take a quick shower before bed. Can you tell Ava I’m back when you see her?”

“Sure thing, honey,” Marcus said, still fingering me faster now. “Go ahead. I’ll be here.”

The second Sarah disappeared into the bathroom and turned on the shower, Marcus yanked the closet door open fully. He pulled me out roughly, spun me around, and pressed me against the wall right beside the closet.

“Marcus, she’s right in there…” I whispered frantically, terrified.

“I know,” he growled, shoving his sweatpants down. His thick, hard cock sprang free. “That’s why this is going to be quick.”

He lifted one of my legs, lined himself up, and slammed into me in one hard thrust.

“Ahh…fuck!” I gasped, biting his shoulder to stay quiet.

He fucked me standing up, rough and deep, his hand covering my mouth. “Take it, Ava. Take my cock while my daughter showers twenty feet away.”

The shower water ran loudly, but every slap of his hips against me felt deafening. I was dripping down his balls, my pussy clenching around him from the extreme risk.

“You’re such a dirty little slut,” he whispered hotly in my ear, pounding into me faster. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s dad while she’s in the next room. Does that make you wet?”

“Yes,” I moaned against his palm, tears of fear and ecstasy in my eyes. “It’s so wrong… but I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come so hard…”

He slammed into me deeper, grinding against my clit. “Then come. Come all over my cock right now.”

My orgasm hit violently. My pussy gushed around him as I shook uncontrollably, screaming silently into his hand. My whole body convulsed against the wall while he kept fucking me through it, drawing out every wave.

“Fuck…good girl,” he groaned, burying himself deep and filling me with another hot load of cum.

We were both panting when the shower turned off. Marcus quickly pushed me back into the closet and closed the door just as Sarah stepped out of the bathroom.

I stood there in the dark, cum dripping down my legs, heart still racing as I heard Sarah say goodnight to her father and head back to her room.

A few minutes later, Marcus opened the closet, pulled me out, and wrapped his strong arms around me possessively. He kissed me slow and deep, his hand resting on my ass.

“This is just the beginning, Ava,” he whispered against my lips, voice dark and full of promise. “I’m going to make you my secret little whore… even if it destroys everything.”