My name is Marina. I’m 22 years old, and I’m graduating this year with a degree in chemistry from Loras College. I have light brown hair, hazel eyes, and I’m of average height. However, I’m a few kilos overweight, which makes me sad when I look in the mirror.

I’m no stunner, but men seem to find me attractive enough. Some have fallen madly in love with me. Others just wanted to fuck with me. Especially after I started college.

I’ve dated a lot of guys, but I’ve only slept with a few. In fact, to this day, I haven’t found the man I’d really like. My Prince Charming isn’t exactly a perfect man, you know? When I picture someone, he needs to have a hint of “bad boy” in his eyes. Handsome, friendly, like a Greek god, with money if possible, but what really matters is that he drives me crazy for him, literally. In every sense, if you know what I mean.

But the reality is that I hadn’t found him yet, at least not until last month. I never imagined something like this could happen, and it was incredible. Absurd, scandalous, and, above all, unexpected.

I still get embarrassed just thinking about it, but the fact is that he seduced me the way I’d always dreamed. Only now am I beginning to understand that, all this time, the man I wanted was right by my side the whole time. And I just hadn’t realized it.

The way he looks at me, the maturity of an older man, the sweetness, mixed with just the right amount of naughtiness. That’s what made me fall in love with him. It was simply physical chemistry. It was just bodily chemistry, you know?

What a man, what a delicious cock. Kákáká! Seriously, though, I think his is simply perfect, incredible. His mouth, his freak tongue, too! Not to mention Stefan’s magical fingers. Forty-six years old, 5 feet 11 inches, charming, hot, and he is a fitness junkie. But his hobby is sports cars.

The best part is that he’s in love with me.

And all of this because of a few months ago. My mom left us. Silvia walked out of the house and wrote a long letter that left Stefan devastated.

***

This isn’t the life I wanted, Stefan, not with you. I warned you, I told you, but you never listened to me. You kept making me feel like a fool, blaming me for your mistakes, your petty prejudices.

Worse, I became lonely, depressed, and lost my zest for life. And why? Because the man I thought would be my husband decided to isolate himself, to distance himself from his friends, from the world, and from me.

I’m tired of the routine of this phony little life you’ve created for the three of us. All you think about is work. You think about yourself. I don’t exist, and even Marina misses you. But you never listen to me, do you?

Well, I’m sorry to say it, but it happened. I didn’t go looking for him. He came to me. At first I refused, pushed him away, but the man only had eyes for me. Charming, friendly, elegant. Someone interested in you, even when you’re ten years older than him. What woman wouldn’t be enchanted? Bill is such a sweetheart, and I gradually realized that I can’t live without him anymore.

You never suspected, did you? Oh, come on! I’ve been seeing Armand, I have known him for a long time. I’ve been fucking with that lawyer for about four years now. I know you don’t like it when I use dirty words, but that’s what I do with him. I fuck with him in a way you and I rarely have before. It’s exquisite, until he fills me with life. If you know what I mean.

It was supposed to happen after Marina graduated, but things moved too fast. Armand got hired by a big law firm in Chicago, and I decided not to wait any longer.

Marina’s old enough to understand these things. I’ll talk to her later, it’ll be better for all of us.

***

He let me read that excerpt, but there was much more. I knew she was unhappy with Dad, but I never in a million years would have imagined Mom dating another guy.

It was a shock to me. Imagine how it was for Stefan.

“So what’s going to happen now?”

“She’s hired a lawyer. Wants It is what lawyers call the division of marital property. She asked us to put the house in your name.”

"And can you do that?"

He nodded yes, his eyes bloodshot, his hair disheveled, and his beard unshaven.

“Dad! Don’t look like that, it was obvious you two weren’t getting along. Even I knew it. You barely slept with her. You would prefer to sleep here in the living room rather than in your bedroom.”

“Your mother is a very difficult person, my girlie. As the years went by, the routine set in, and she didn’t know how to adapt.”

I thought it best not to argue back. As I said, he was unhappy with the marriage. Depressed and feeling lonely. And much of the blame lay with him. But the way Dad was acting, he wouldn’t listen to me, and we’d end up in a never-ending argument.

Better to leave it for later. After all, I also felt betrayed by Silvia. Would it have been so hard to let me know? Even if it was just a message on iMessage, that was the least I expected from her. We’d always had our arguments, which only got worse after I became an adult, but Mom didn’t have to be so selfish.

Well, that’s when it all started. At first, there was this funeral-like atmosphere at home, but the days went by, then the weeks. Just the two of us living together in that house. But a strange vibe gradually set in until one day it happened.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing, sweetie.”

You know that naughty look men have? Usually, drunk college guys look like that. That wasn’t the case with Stefan. He wasn’t drunk, much less a dude. Stefan was just mesmerized when he saw me in a black silk babydoll. It was as if he’d never seen a woman’s legs before.

I pretended to believe what he was saying. I changed the subject.

“What are you watching?”

“A new Netflix series. I don’t even know if it’s any good.”

I didn’t have anything better to do on a Wednesday night, so I sat down next to him. I crossed my legs on the couch and heard a sigh, but I didn’t even look to the side. I couldn’t believe Stefan might actually be interested in me.

At the time, I even felt like laughing, but then it passed. And of course nothing happened. We each went to our own rooms to sleep. Now that Silvia no longer lived with us, Dad started sleeping in the bed instead of sleeping on the couch.

From then on, I started paying more attention to my big guy. At first I was suspicious, but little by little I started getting more curious. There were a few shy glances, those small gestures a man makes when he is admiring a woman. Every girl knows when a guy’s into her. Worst was when I was wearing my little shorts or loose-fitting tops that left my breasts exposed.

One of the things that used to annoy Silvia was my more casual way of dressing at home. But my father never paid the slightest attention to that. I had never seen him with that hot gaze, sizing me up from head to toe, thinking I didn't notice.

He’d never paid any attention to me until Silvia left us. And to make matters worse, I didn’t feel the slightest bit worried, much less guilty. I actually kind of liked it. Who doesn’t like someone devouring you with their eyes? Even if that someone is your daddy. I know it’s not right, but I don’t know. I just let it go just to see how far it would go.

“Wow, Stefan, you need to get that haircut and trim that beard. You look like a mess. You’re a very handsome man.”

“You think I’m handsome?”

“Course you’re handsome. A man in his forties. If you take care, women will be lining up at our door.”

He shook his head as he sipped his cup of coffee. There was an idea written all over his forehead.

“What?”

“Nothing, I was just thinking, girlie. Nonsense.”

“What were you thinking about, Dad?”

He pouted and shook his head again.

“Never mind, It was just a stupid thought.”

That made things a little tense between us. An awkward silence fell, as if I knew what he meant without saying a word. But deep down, instead of feeling embarrassed, I liked it. I really liked it.

I remembered Mom making a face of disgust at my behavior. She hated the way I dressed, and I did it just to provoke her. Could even hear her thoughts.

‘You slut.’ It was written in his eyes. There was no need to say a word. How often had this happened between us? 

And now, Dad’s look told me he didn’t want a bunch of women on his lap. One was enough, and that one was me.

“Gotta go! I’m going to be late for college.”

“Go on, then. Kisses. Bye.”

“Kisses to you, sir. Bye.”

He’d never blown me a kiss, and I’d never called Dad “sir.” Something was happening between us. A strange secret that made no sense at all, but even so, it began to occupy my mind. And that started to make me curious, more and more so.

I was spending more time at home and dressing in a less casual, much more sensual way, without veering into vulgarity. I made Stefan uncomfortable. He’d glance at me out of the corner of his eye, admiring my curves however he could.

One night, I got up to go to the bathroom, and as I walked back down the hallway, I heard a noise coming from his room. A muffled moan. Nosy, I leaned against the ajar door. I couldn't see anything, but I could hear the sounds coming from inside.

“Aaah! Unnnh.”

I could tell he wasn’t sick, much less in pain. I should have walked away. I even thought about it. A certain sense of disgust crossed my mind. But a rhythmic sound caught my attention, a wet sound of something being caressed frantically. I’d never seen a man masturbating, much less heard one.

I knew how they did it, but I had never seen or heard the sounds of a man touching himself. Especially not my father. At least, not until that night.

“Aaaah! Oooh!”

The moans grew louder, and the rhythmic sound quickened. I thought about leaving. I wanted to leave, but my body was paralyzed. I couldn't, or didn't want to move. Then I heard him come. Stefan groaned through clenched teeth, and I realized my father was having an orgasm.

That made me feel nauseous, but the worst part was hearing what he said at the end.

“Marinaaa! Sweetie!”

I hadn’t expected it. Even though I’d suspected everything, hearing your father ejaculate in your honor was too much for me. I swallowed hard and tiptoed out. I was so angry with myself, regretting being so nosy.

“Dumb! Dumb!” I spoke softly as I lay down. My heart was pounding, and my head was spinning from it all. I wrapped myself tightly in the sheet, and that was when I realized. When I slid my hand between my thighs, I felt heat in my crotch. I slipped my hand inside my nightgown and checked my pussy with my finger. It came out stained with my fluids.

Unbelievable. “Slut,” I heard Silvia whispering in my ear. I was more disappointed in myself. How could I get horny just hearing Stefan masturbating in his room? How? I remembered him moaning my name.

I started to tremble, and my breathing quickened. I felt ashamed of myself. I tried to control myself, but who says I succeeded? 

It was a sin, an absolute transgression. Just imagine what my family would do to me if they had the slightest idea of ​​what was going on in that house.

But, little by little, I began to calm down. Some absurd ideas started to change my view of the matter. A new perspective, so to speak.

Something inside me was actually enjoying the naughtiness taking place in our home. The slut, as Mom thought of me, was taking charge of my desires, making them even more sordid.

I saw Dad with a hard cock, having an orgasm. His cock was shooting streams of cum, wetting his fingers and his pajama pants while he fantasized about me.

It was impossible to control. The mood took hold of my body. I settled back on the bed and pulled my nightgown up just enough to touch myself. My breathing began to quicken again. Before I could control it, my middle finger slid along my pubic hair and slipped into the opening of my slit until the tip of my finger found my clit.

“Aaaah!”

I closed my eyes and tensed my hips. I was throbbing with desire. That was making me bold, out of control. What I loved most in moments like these. I fingered myself with relish. I slid two fingers inside my pussy and teased myself deeper, like a bitch.

“Kákáká!”

I loved these wild moments. My fingers teased my mind as I saw Stefan jerking himself off hard, going wild. That made me feel even more wanton. My fingers were slick with my own juices. My vagina was burning like an oven. Then Stefan appeared, spurting his nectar while I fucked myself in his honor.

“Daddy! Aaah! Fuck!”

I came like a hoe, just as Mom used to say. Too bad! But who told her to run off with someone else? It wasn’t my fault that Dad was climbing the walls just because I was walking around the house half-naked.

I drifted off into a deep sleep; it had been a long time since I’d slept like that.

***

“Good morning!”

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

He smiled, adjusting his tie and pouring coffee into his cup. Gorgeous, and so charming. I loved seeing my dad in a suit, he looked so elegant.

He didn't even seem like the same man who had jerked off in his room while saying my name. At the time, I even doubted whether it had really happened. Whether it hadn't just been a lewd dream I’d had that night.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, Dad. I was just admiring you. Where are you going dressed like that?”

“To the lawyer’s office. He had me come in.”

The big guy glanced at me quickly as he sipped from his cup. Who would guess that that man, my own father, had masturbated while thinking about me? What a scoundrel! With his own daughter, of all possible people. Imagine if he knew what I’d done while thinking about him?

He changed his expression; he looked suspicious.

“Are you going out tonight?”

“I’m going to a party with my college friends."

"Who?"

"You don’t know them.”

“Be careful, okay? Don’t get into trouble. Your mom is trouble enough.”

“What’s gotten into you? You were never like this before.”

He was already standing, adjusting his tie again and buttoning his jacket. Dad gave me a stern look and, to my surprise, kissed me on the forehead.

“Bye, sweetie. Be careful, and come home early.”

“Bye, Dad.”

He hurried out, and I stood there frozen, trying to figure out where this sudden interest in what I did, or didn’t do, had come from. Stefan was never like that, the one who kept a close eye on me was Silvia. She was always getting on my nerves, especially when I was younger.

After five minutes, I let the matter go and went to get ready. That was just an older man’s nonsense, for sure. Especially after she made a cuckold of him.

***

It was almost three in the morning when they dropped me off at home, a little tipsy. I can’t hold my liquor, but that night called for something extra. I’d never danced so much, which actually lessened the effects of the alcohol.

I tiptoed in, careful not to wake Stefan. I even took off my heels so I wouldn’t make a sound, but when I passed by his bedroom door, I was startled by the strong voice that came from inside.

“Marina! Do you know what time it is, girl?”

Shit, I thought. The last thing I needed was my dad giving me a lecture in the middle of the night on a Saturday.

"What is it, Dad?"

I walked in, and he turned on a lamp as he sat on the bed, looking pretty grumpy.

“You promised, girl. You promised you’d be home earlier.”

“I didn’t promise anything, you’re the one who told me to come home early.”

“I asked, and you, as always, didn't obey me. Your mother and I didn’t raise you to be like this.”

“Come on, Dad, what’s gotten into you? I didn’t get here because I couldn’t. I went with the girls in Laura’s car, and they just decided to come back now. I don’t get why you’re getting so mad.”

He was pissed and barely looked at me, but I noticed Stefan wasn’t wearing his pajama top. I didn’t remember him being so tanned.

“I doubt you were just hanging out with your friends. I bet you were fooling around with one of those jerk college guys. Admit it, isn’t that right?”

“What? Dad! I don’t even have a boyfriend. It’s been a looong time since I… went out with guys.”

“See, you got it.”

“What? I got it?”

“That outfit, those bare breasts.”

“Come on, Dad, my breasts aren’t bare at all.”

What’s worse is that I’d gone without a bra. And I was still sweaty; my breasts were definitely leaving marks on my silk blouse. I instinctively covered them with my hands. He turned into a beast.

“Don’t cover, girl! You hear me? Don’t cover.”

The man was furious, he was even snorting. His wide eyes were fixed on me. I felt naked in front of my father. That nervous look on his face gradually turned into the gaze of a pervert.

“Who is he?”

“Who,...