71. Catching up with Daddy’s friends

Elara

    The mahogany floors of my father's estate felt cooler than I remembered, a stark contrast to the stifling humidity of the summer afternoon. I was home from my junior year at the university, and while my father thought I was back to rest, I was actually back to hunt. For years, I had watched his three best friends from the sidelines-men of power, wealth, and a certain rugged, middle-aged intensity that made the boys at college look like children.

They were in the backyard by the pool, the sound of their laughter and the clinking of whiskey glasses drifting through the open French doors. There was Elias, the stoic architect with silver at his temples; Marcus, the venture capitalist with the predatory grin; and Gideon, the former athlete who still moved with a dangerous, feline grace.

I spent the whole day perfecting the art of the tease. I wore a white sundress that was technically modest but practically transparent when I caught the sunlight. I made sure to bend over a little too long while picking up a fallen book near their table. I let my hand linger on Elias's shoulder when I brought out a fresh bucket of ice, feeling the muscle beneath his linen shirt go taut. I saw the way their conversations would falter whenever I walked by, their eyes tracking the sway of my hips and the heavy, uncontained bounce of my tits.

"You've grown up, sweetheart," Gideon had rumbled earlier, his gaze burning into the neckline of my dress.

"I've learned a lot of things at school, Gideon," I replied, my voice a low, honeyed vibration. "Things they don't teach in textbooks."

The tension reached a breaking point when my father's phone rang. A crisis at the firm. He apologized profusely, promising to be back in two hours, and left his three wolves alone with the lamb.

I was in the library, pretending to browse the shelves, when I heard the heavy click of boots on the hardwood. It was Elias. He didn't say a word. He just walked up behind me, his hand wrapping around my throat, forcing my head back.

"You've been begging for this all day, haven't you?" he hissed, his breath smelling of expensive scotch and raw hunger.

"I don't know what you mean, Elias," I whispered, though my pussy gave a violent, wet throb.

He didn't argue. He spun me around and crushed his mouth against mine. It wasn't a gentleman's kiss; it was a claim. His tongue was a hot, invasive force that tasted of salt and whiskey. I melted against him, my hands finding the belt of his trousers. I dropped to my knees, unzipping him with a frantic energy. His cock sprang free-thick, dark, and already pulsing. I took the head into my mouth, my throat opening up to accommodate him.

I was so focused on the taste of him that I didn't hear the doors open.

"Well, well," Marcus's voice boomed, dripping with dark amusement. "It looks like our best friend's daughter is even more hospitable than he is."

I froze, looking up with Elias's cock still in my mouth. Marcus and Gideon were standing there, their own trousers already loosened, their eyes dark with a collective, predatory intent.

"Don't stop on our account," Gideon rumbled, stepping forward and grabbing a handful of my hair. "In fact, I think we should all see how much of a whore you really are."

The next hour was a blur of raw, multi-partner filth. I was moved to the center of the library rug, my sundress shredded. They didn't treat me like a guest; they treated me like a shared piece of equipment. I sucked Gideon's cock while Marcus used his fingers to stretch my pussy, and Elias stood behind me, his hand tight around my windpipe.

"Look at her," Marcus mocked, his thumb flicking my nipple until it was a hard, angry peak. "Our best friend's daughter is a whore for three cocks. She's been dreaming about this, haven't you, you little slut?"

"Yes," I sobbed, the word muffled by Gideon's girth. "Please... I want all of you."

They took turns pounding my pussy, each of them harder and more relentless than the last. The air was thick with the scent of our combined sweat and the ozone of impending release. Elias flipped me over, forcing me into doggy style.

"I want that tight little ass," Marcus announced.

The sensation of double penetration was a sensory overload that made my vision spark. Elias was hammering into my pussy while Marcus guided his cock into my ass hole. I felt like I was being split in two, my internal muscles clenching in a frantic, rhythmic dance around both of them. Gideon moved to the front, shoving his cock into my mouth, completing the circuit of my desecration.

"Look at her eyes," Gideon panted, his hand tightening on my hair. "She's absolutely lost in it."

The rhythm became a frantic, wet percussion. I was a vessel for their combined greed. I felt the white-hot spark of my own climax beginning to bloom-a tension so tight it felt like I was going to explode.

"I'm close!" Elias roared, his pace becoming a frantic, driving force. "I'm going to fill your pussy, you little whore! Beg for it!"

"Please! Fill me up! Give me your cum!" I screamed, my body racking with violent spasms as I hit my peak.

Elias erupted, a hot, thick stream of seed hitting the back of my pussy, burying himself deep against the walls of my sex. A heartbeat later, Marcus let out a guttural groan.

"I'm coming in your ass! Tell me you want your ass hole filled with your father's friend's cum!"

"I want it! Fill my ass! Breed me, Marcus!"

He fired again and again, the heavy weight of his release filling my rectum until I felt heavy and marked. Gideon was the last. He pulled back, his eyes blown wide with a primal triumph.

"I'm coming on your face, sweetheart! I want to see you covered in it!"

He erupted. A hot, thick stream of cum hit my forehead, splashing down across my eyes and my tits. He fired again and again, coating my face in a white, hot mess that mixed with my sweat and tears. I stayed there on my knees, my mouth open, my tits covered, looking like a monument to their shared victory.

Suddenly, the front door opened. The heavy thud of my father's boots echoed in the hallway. "Elias? Marcus? Gideon? I'm back early, the meeting was canceled." 

The library doors swung open. "What the fuck is this!!" My father stood there, his jaw dropping, his face turning a shade of pale that I'll never forget. He saw his three best friends standing over his daughter-Elias and Marcus still tucked into my pussy and ass, and Gideon's cum still dripping off my chin.

I looked up at him, my eyes glazed, the white cream of his best friend's release smeared across my cheek. I didn't look away. I didn't feel shame. I felt the heat of the three men behind me and the weight of their seed inside me.

"Hi, Dad," I whispered, my voice a broken, satisfied rasp. "We were just... catching up."

The silence that followed was the loudest thing I'd ever heard, and as I saw the look of total, shattered realization on my father's face, I knew that this holiday was one we would all remember for the rest of our lives.