Filthy Confessions

The video call screen glowed on the mahogany desk like a live wire. Sophia’s face filled the frame—blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, London apartment lights soft behind her, eyes bright with innocent concern. “Ava? Dad, why is she being so quiet? Put her on camera for a second.”

Rain pounded the study windows in heavy sheets, turning the Puget Sound into a black, raging void. The Blackwood estate felt like a pressure cooker—marble halls silent, staff dismissed for the night, only the storm and our ragged breathing filling the space.

I was bent over Damien’s desk, his thick cock buried balls-deep inside my dripping cunt, stretching me wide. The shirt I wore—his shirt—was shoved up to my neck, my tits pressed against scattered papers and the cool wood. His release from earlier still leaked down my thighs, mixing with fresh slick as he rocked slowly, deliberately, keeping me right on the razor’s edge without letting me tip over.

Damien’s big hand clamped tighter over my mouth, muffling the whimper that tried to escape. His other hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise, holding me impaled as he answered his daughter with a calm, authoritative voice that made my pussy clench around him.

“She’s helping me sort some files, Soph. Camera’s messy right now—papers everywhere. Ava, say hi so she knows you’re alive.”

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear, voice a filthy whisper only I could hear. “Speak, little slut. Tell my daughter you’re fine… while her daddy’s cock is splitting your greedy cunt open.”

My walls fluttered violently around his thickness. Shame and sick arousal burned through me. I forced my voice steady, shaky but clear enough for the mic. “H-hey, Soph… I’m good. Just… busy helping your dad. How’s London?”

Sophia laughed, relieved. “God, you sound weird. Jet lag hitting you too? Anyway, the security glitch freaked me out. Dad, you sure everything’s okay at the estate? Ava’s not answering my texts like normal.”

Damien’s hips snapped forward sharply—once, twice—burying himself so deep I saw stars. His balls slapped wetly against my clit. I bit his palm to keep from moaning out loud, tears of overwhelmed pleasure pricking my eyes.

“Everything’s fine,” he told her smoothly, never missing a beat as he started fucking me harder in shallow, punishing thrusts. The wet, obscene sounds of my soaked pussy taking every inch were barely masked by the rain. “Ava’s been a good girl helping me tonight. Haven’t you, sweetheart?”

The double meaning made my face burn. He released my mouth just enough.

“Y-yes,” I gasped, voice breathy and broken. “Really good.”

Sophia kept talking—something about her new flat and missing us—but I could barely focus. Damien reached under me, rough fingers finding my swollen clit and rubbing tight, mean circles while his cock dragged against that perfect spot inside me with every thrust.

“Such a filthy little secret,” he breathed against my neck, teeth grazing my skin. “My daughter’s best friend bent over my desk like a whore, dripping down my balls while she lies to her face. You love this, don’t you? Love knowing I’m ruining you right under her nose.”

I nodded frantically, drooling against his palm as another wave of dark pleasure built fast and vicious. The risk was intoxicating—Sophia’s trusting voice floating through the speaker while her father fucked me like he owned me, like he hated how much he needed me.

Damien’s pace turned brutal. The desk creaked loudly. He didn’t care. He pounded into me, skin slapping skin, fingers pinching my clit until my thighs shook.

“Come,” he ordered in that low, dominant growl. “Come on my cock while you talk to her. Soak me like the desperate cumslut you are for your best friend’s daddy.”

I shattered.

The orgasm ripped through me violently—walls clamping down hard around his thick shaft, gushing slick all over his balls and the expensive wood. A broken moan escaped despite his hand. My vision whited out. I felt myself squirt a little, the wet mess dripping down my legs as pleasure bordered on pain.

Damien groaned deep in his chest, hips stuttering. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding my spasming cunt with thick, hot ropes of cum. So much it overflowed immediately, leaking out around his cock in messy, obscene trails.

On the call, Sophia paused. “Ava? You okay? Sounded like you dropped something.”

Damien’s voice stayed perfectly controlled, even as he stayed buried inside me, twitching with aftershocks. “She just knocked over a glass. We’re cleaning up. Call you tomorrow, princess. Get some rest.”

He ended the call.

The second the screen went black, he yanked me upright by my hair, spinning me to face him. His dark bourbon eyes were feral, pupils blown wide with lust and possession. Cum and my own slick coated his still-hard cock, glistening obscenely.

“On your knees,” he snarled.

I dropped instantly, robe and shirt forgotten. The Persian rug was soft under my knees as I took him into my mouth without hesitation—tasting both of us, salty and musky and filthy. Damien fisted my hair, fucking my throat in deep, brutal strokes.

“Look at you,” he growled, voice rough. “My daughter’s innocent best friend choking on daddy’s cock like a trained whore. Swallowing every drop of the mess we made. This is what you are now, Ava. My secret fucktoy. My obsession.”

Tears streamed down my face as he used my mouth, hips snapping until he came again—shorter spurts this time, forcing me to swallow every bit while he praised me in the dirtiest words.

When he finally pulled out, strings of saliva and cum connected my swollen lips to his cock. He wiped the mess across my cheek, marking me.

“Bedroom,” he ordered, voice dark. “Tonight I’m not stopping until you’re crying and begging, until this pussy is so sore you feel me for days. And tomorrow, when Marcus does another sweep… I might just let him hear how loud you scream for me.”

He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me through the dark halls of the estate toward the master bedroom—past Sophia’s empty room, the guilt twisting sharper with every step.

The storm raged outside.

Inside, our darkness had only just begun to get filthy.