[F4M] A wild and taboo Affair - my Dad’s Friend turns me into his Slut!

He was my dad’s closest friend, the man who had been at every birthday and every family dinner for as long as I could remember. After graduation he offered me the internship himself, saying he would take me under his wing and show me how the real world worked. I was 20.. grateful, and a little starstruck.

At first it was just long hours in his office, late dinners while we wrapped projects, his hand lingering on my shoulder when he praised me. Then the praise got lower, more personal. He started telling me how to dress for clients, how pretty I looked when I listened, how I should call him if I ever needed anything. I told myself it was mentorship..

The shift was slow enough that I never saw the exact moment I crossed the line. He would keep me after everyone left, sit me on the edge of his desk, and talk in that calm, older voice while his fingers traced my knee. He asked what I wore under my clothes. He told me not to be shy with him. The first time he kissed me I froze, then opened my mouth for him like I had been waiting for it. He didn’t rush. He taught me. He told me I was his now, that good girls who wanted to succeed learned how to take care of the man who was looking after them..

By the time he bent me over that same desk and took me for the first time, I was already wet and shaking and calling him sir. He came inside me without asking. I let him. I wanted him to..

After that I was his slut and I knew it. He would text me in the middle of a family lunch and I would excuse myself to the bathroom with my heart pounding. Hotel rooms. His car. The office after hours. He liked me on my knees first, liked watching my cute face when he pushed into me, liked telling me I was tighter and greedier than I had any right to be. The affair wasn’t gentle. It was hungry and frequent and filthy. He bred me like it was the point of the whole arrangement, holding me down and filling me until it leaked down my thighs, then sending me home to my parents with his cum still inside me. I started craving the ache. I started craving him more than I craved being a good daughter.

His wife is the kindest woman I know. She hugs me at every gathering, asks about my work, sets an extra plate for me, and tells my dad how proud she is that I landed with someone who looks after me. She treats me like her own daughter.. She has no idea that the same afternoon she squeezed my hand and called me sweetheart, her husband had me on my back in a hotel room, one hand around my throat, telling me to take every drop because I belonged to him. She has no idea I still walk into her house smelling faintly like her husband’s cologne and sex.

My dad thinks his best friend is doing him a favor by mentoring his lil girl. He has no clue that the man he trusts most in the world has spent months turning me into his private whore. He has no clue I melt the second that familiar voice says come over. He has no clue I leave those meetings full, marked, and already waiting for the next time his good friend decides he wants to use me again.