Daddy's dangling cock

Isadora's POV 

I stared at the caller ID on the phone screen; my hands trembled, and blood rushed to my ears.  

The name Dad flashed across my phone screen, blinking up at me repeatedly. The phone stopped ringing, but I knew it wasn't over.  

None of this was over. When Dad called again, I took a deep breath and picked up the call.  

"You stupid girl," Dad hissed, his words biting deep. It wasn't the first time he would call me that. It wouldn't be the last time, either. "Ignoring my calls, aren't you? Just like your crazy mother," 

"Hi, Dad," I whispered, biting my bottom lip to hide the tears.   

He scoffed at my words. "Dad? With the way you ran off, I would bet I raised your mother's bastard all along. You're no true daughter of mine." 

The tears hit, and I raised my head, trying to air my eyelids. What was I supposed to say to that? 

"Where is your mother?" He demanded harshly, and I sucked in a breath. 

I couldn't tell him where she was. If he found her... If he did, he would try to kill her.  

"Answer me, girl!" He barked, and I cowered in fear even though he wasn't anywhere close to me. "Where is your bitch of a mother? There's no way I'm signing those nonsense divorce papers. Where did she get the money for a lawyer anyway? She was hiding money from me, wasn't she?" 

I remained quiet, trying not to cry out loud. Dad liked it when we—Mom and I cried. He derived some sick, twisted pleasure from it.

"Isadora, where is your mother?!" He bellowed.  

"I... I don't know, Dad," I stuttered and winced.  

"Liar!" He screamed. "I raised a liar for a daughter. Do you think I won't find her eventually? Oh, I will. And I'll find you too. And we'll throw out the divorce papers and be one big family once again." 

One big unhappy family.  

I held my knuckle over my mouth to keep myself from sobbing. Never again. I never wanted to go back to that house.  

"And you're going to help me get your mother back," He hissed in a low and menacing voice. "Or you can kiss goodbye to your final year tuition f*e. I am not paying for an ungrateful brat, you hear me?!"

"D-Dad, please," I had just a year more to be out of college. If I couldn't pay the tuition f*e, I would have to drop out. What on earth was I supposed to do with my life then?

"Get your mother back here before the week runs out." And without a word more, the call ended with a click.  

Tears blurred my vision, and I tossed the phone away, wondering why I had picked up the call in the first place. I wiped the tears as they rolled down, but they didn't stop pouring. 

Dad's threat rang in my head. He wouldn't pay for my tuition fees until my Mom went back. I couldn't bring Mom back. I couldn't take her back to that hell of a house. And frankly, she was her person.

So what would I do if Dad didn't pay?

Too many thoughts ran through my head, and I rose from the bed and dashed out of my room into the hallway. Where was Claire? She would know how to make me feel better. She knew how to make me forget.  

I wiped my tears away and searched the mansion for her. When I walked past Tristan's room, the door was slightly opened, about a few inches. I stopped, pursing my lips and fighting the urge to peek in. I hadn't seen Claire's dad in the past two days, and I doubted he was home at all. 

Just a little peek, I told myself, moving closer to the door, wanting a little glimpse of him and his room.  

A deep groan had me halting in my tracks. My eyes widened, and I clamped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from sounding surprised.  

Was he home? 

Another deep groan, then a curse. "Fuck!" 

My eyes widened, and quietly, I leaned forward, looking through the gap in the door.  Nothing prepared me for what I saw next.

Oh. My. God.  

My hand pressed tighter against my mouth to stop me from moaning in surprise. My nipples hardened into pebbles immediately at the sight, and I felt my body grow hot and bothered.  

Tristan stood by his bed, his side turned to me. His black shirt was completely undone, and he had his hand wrapped around his sinfully large cock.  

I gasped into my palm at the sight of him stroking himself. It was so forbidden, so enticing, so... Erotic. I swallowed when he tugged slowly at the long, thick shaft.  

I was right.  

He was huge everywhere. The tip of his cock was a deep angry red color, and when he stroked up along the shaft, the smooth skin would bundle up, and more precum would spill from his cock head.  

The sight made me cream my panties. Tristan groaned, yanking harder on his cock. His balls rose and fell with a sharp stroke of his huge shaft. A deep-seated throbbing filled my pussy, and I needed to relieve that ache.  

I removed my palm from over my mouth, biting my lip to keep myself from making a sound. I cupped my tits through my shirt, pulling at the stuff nipples as he pumped his cock nice and hard with his fist.  

I licked my fingers, then slipped them into my shorts, under my panties, and over my wet, aching cunt. 

"Fuck," Tristan hissed, and I choked down a moan as my fingers began rubbing right over my clit. 

I panted heavily, watching him increase his pace, stroking harder. His grunts and groans sent jolts right down to my pussy. My body trembled as I rubbed harshly, leaning against the wall nearby. 

I imagined him standing above me while I lay on that bed. He would stroke and jerk at his magnificent dick, call my name with a loud yell and then spill all over my hot throbbing cunt.  

That memory has me climaxing. My eyes widened, and I clamped a hand over my mouth quickly, barely able to contain my gasps and moans. Tristan let out a loud guttural shout. I watched him cum, his cock juice spurting all over the carpet and down his thighs.  

With that deep-seated ache in my cunt, I tiptoed away from his room, trying to fight the image of his cock filling up my mouth and pumping all that cum down my throat.  

There was no way I could forget what I saw. And now, all I could think about was his cock. The cock of my best friend's father.