Masturbating to My Father's Friend

POV: VALENTINA

"Val, greet him and show your appreciation." Mum shot a harsh whisper in my direction. She noticed my paralyzed stance and was clearly irked by my frozen hesitation in front of our guest.

I swallowed the dread clawing up my throat. I forced a fake, trembling smile onto my face and extended my hand across the space separating us. His large, calloused fingers immediately enveloped mine. The rough texture of his skin against my palm sent a hot jolt up my arm. The overwhelming size of his grip made me feel small, yet undeniably, intensely desired.

"Nice meeting you..." I began to mumble.

"You can just call me Viktor." He cut in sharply.

The gravity and vibration of his deep voice sent a heavy shiver straight down my spine. The arousal pulsing between my thighs remained undiminished by the fact that my mother stood right beside us in the bright living room. It was sick. My treacherous gaze darted uncontrollably down to his towel-clad crotch for a second. The memory of what hid beneath that terrycloth fabric made my core clench in a hungry spasm. I snapped my eyes back up to meet his mesmerizing, intense blue ones.

"Thank you for your help, Viktor." I thanked him rapidly.

I yanked my hand out of his grip. Grabbing my damp handbag from the couch, I turned on my heel and sprinted out of the living room.

"Val!" Mum called my name from the entryway.

I ignored her and kept running. I darted down the narrow hallway, threw myself into my bedroom, and slammed the wooden door shut. My trembling fingers twisted the lock into place. Leaning heavily against the solid barrier, I took in ragged, desperate gasps of air. My chest heaved with every single breath. My mind raced with the sheer insanity of what just transpired. The very first taste of cock I ever had belonged to my dead father's best friend.

I replayed the absolute surprise on his face when Mum introduced me. He must have mistaken me for a paid slut. That perfectly explained the filthy, degrading words he used while forcing me down. But why had my body reacted with such dripping fervor? Why did my pussy throb so desperately for a man who ordered me around like a nameless whore?

The agonizing horniness pooling in my groin demanded immediate attention. I peeled my wet, clinging clothes off my trembling body. I stripped off my soaked panties, tossing them into the corner of the dark room.

I hurried into the bathroom and stepped into the shower, turning the faucet to high heat. The warm water cascaded down my bare shoulders and stomach, washing the cold courtyard rain from my skin. I hoped the heat would soothe my racing heart, but it was not helping at all. It was only making things worse. As my hands traced down my own wet skin, the vivid image of his massive cock and stern blue eyes flared brightly behind my closed eyelids.

The dirty, forbidden thrill of touching myself right after sucking his cock pushed me over the edge. My hand slid down to my soaking wet pussy. I found my swollen clit and began rubbing it rapidly. The sharp memory of his heavy, musky scent filled my nose.

"Aah, daddy." The forbidden word slipped past my wet lips in a soft moan.

I bit my lip hard, tasting a faint hint of copper. My breath grew heavier as I chased the desperate rush building in my core. I stroked my wet, slick folds faster, imagining his rough hands taking over.

"So close..." I gasped out, my hips bucking forward against my fingers.

"Shit, cumming!" I cried out. My inner muscles seized as I climaxed hard in the shower, leaving me panting and exhausted against the wet tiles.

POV: VIKTOR DRAGOS

I ran my hands aggressively through my damp hair. My jaw clenched tight as I paced the length of my partially cleaned mansion.

Val's mother, Sylvia, had offered me their house for the night so I wouldn't have to sleep in the mess, but I had promptly returned to my own home to escape the tension. Staying under the same roof as the girl who just had my cock down her throat was a terrible idea.

To shake off my jet lag earlier, I had asked a friend to send a slut over. But how the hell could I have been so blind? How would a paid escort have opened the front door herself using a thumbprint scanner?

Still, I justified the chaotic mess in my head. It was not entirely my fault. Val could have simply stated who she was the second I grabbed her in the dark. Instead, she had instantly dropped to her knees and taken my cock deep into her mouth.

"Gamóto." I cursed roughly beneath my breath.

The vivid memory of her swirling, warm tongue hit me directly in the gut. She was clearly inexperienced, most likely her very first time tasting a man. But it was undoubtedly the tightest mouth I had ever felt in my forty years of living.

A traitorous, filthy thought crept into my mind. I stared at the dark wall, unable to banish the image of her flushed face looking up at me. Could her virgin pussy squeeze my cock just as hard? What would she sound like if I spread her thighs and buried myself inside her tight little cunt?

"Nah, Viktor." I groaned aloud.

I forced myself up from the armchair and resumed pacing. I was thinking dangerously too far ahead. This was a grave, forbidden mistake that could never happen again. Val is supposed to be strictly like a daughter to me. She requires protection, not defilement.

I looked down and realized I was sporting a painful, rock-hard erection beneath my sweatpants. The heavy friction against the fabric was driving me insane. To hell with the missing escort who never showed up. My cock was rigid and aching, pulsing with unmet need.

I stormed over to my messy bed. I reached aggressively for the lube hidden in my bedside drawer. Sitting heavy on the mattress, I pushed down my sweatpants and freed my thick, throbbing cock. I applied the slick lubricant generously over the sensitive head and shaft, wrapped my fist around my base, and began to wank.

I started slow, trying to focus on the physical friction rather than the forbidden girl next door. But my desperate, aching need quickly took over my pace.

I stroked faster, my grip tightening on my slick shaft. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to clear my head, but my mind kept drifting uncontrollably back to her tight, wet mouth and that soft, submissive voice calling me 'daddy'.

It was terribly wrong. I knew it was a sick violation of trust to jerk off to the thought of a young woman who should be treated like family, but I could not help my biological reaction. The heavy, forbidden sexual tension from earlier demanded a physical release, and only the fantasy of her wet mouth could push me over the edge tonight.

I will think about her just this once. The strict promise echoed in my empty bedroom as I stroked faster. I will climax to the memory of her, and never do it again.