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I’m so hot. I’m surrounded on all sides by heat and something is poking me between the thighs right where my ass curves to meet them. I blink a few times as I try to remember where I am, the bright sunlight behind me making the room glow almost too light so that my eyes hurt. I wiggle to get comfortable, my right arm numb from me laying on my side the entire night; I freeze when I hear my Daddy moan behind me, feel him push his morning wood between my thighs. Well…now I know what was poking me.

I giggle softly and spread my legs a bit.

“Now that’s a lovely thing to wake up to…” Daddy growls in my ear before biting it.

I moan for him, feel him pushing forward toward my aching core.

“Shayenne?”

We both freeze.

“Fuck.” I gasp, then try to pull away from my Daddy, but he holds me tightly. “Daddy!”

“Shayenne? You here?”

“She’s going downstairs…” he whispers, his cock pushing toward my dampening entrance; even I have to admit that the idea of getting caught is totally turning me on. My nipples are so hard and Daddy finds them beneath the sheet covering us; I moan when he pinches them, the head of his cock nudging between my swollen cunt lips. “Daddy…I’m so sore…” I whimper, but reach my hand back to caress his thigh while spreading my legs for him. I shiver when I feel him easing between my plump folds, moan when he slowly enters into my aching channel.

A call from the hallway that sounds much closer than before stops us both.

“Shayenne?”

“Shit!” I hiss, then yank myself out of my Daddy’s arms with a pop of his thickness from my too-tight pussy; I wince at the tenderness that move causes, then launch myself from the bed. I gasp as I almost fall over and grasp the nightstand to steady myself only to cause the lamp to fall over; I curse, grateful the glass didn’t break, but it made a really loud bump.

Daddy chuckles as he watches, his head resting on his hand, his bent elbow resting on the bed. “Now what?” he teases with a smirk as his other hand smoothes down his abdomen toward his rock hard cock, the tip glistening with my pussy juice as he strokes his. “You came to my bed straight from the shower, Sunshine. You don’t have any clothes…” he purrs, then licks his lips and moans as he watches me dash around his room frantically. “I need to cum, baby…”

“Shayenne?”

“Shit, shit, shit…” I gasp as I watch my Daddy stroke himself, but then I spot one of his t shirts on the floor and dash to it. I scoop it up and slide it on, then hear my Daddy gasp before he rolls onto his back. “Ugh. You suck, Daddy.” I grumble before I leap on the bed to take his thickness into my mouth; I smile when he gasps in surprise, wide eyes dropping to watch me sucking him off. I take him deep, suck him hard, then fondle his balls; I suck for all that I’m worth, my name echoing in the hallway outside the bedroom door.

“Fuck, yessssssssss….” my Daddy hisses just as he shoots a thick glob of cum into my mouth; he buries his hands in my hair and thrusts up into my mouth as the second shot shoots and I struggle to swallow it down. He thrusts once more, his body quivering as a third eruption fills my mouth; his cock head nudges the back of my throat as I swallow it all down, then he moans as I suck the length and tip completely clean. “Enough…fuck me, enough…” he moans, his softening length too sensitive for me to continue.

“You owe me one.” I grumble as I lick my lips, then leap to my feet to check my hair.

“Shayenne?”

I glare at my chuckling Daddy, check my lips to make sure there’s no sign of his cum, then yank the bedroom door open only to gasp because my bestie is right there. “Hey, Kenz!” I shout way too enthusiastically for this early in the morning and smile hugely as if that’s totally normal. I lick my lips even though I know there’s nothing there, but I’m nervous.

McKenzie winces and waves her hand in front of me. “Not so loudly, please…” she begs me and she rubs at her throbbing temples. “I woke up and you weren’t there. I thought you left me alone in your house.” she grumbles as she examine me from head to toe and back; she frowns as she takes in the white t shirt that’s at least three sizes too big for me. “Is that your Dad’s shirt?” she asks me, then she glances at the bedroom door that I’m grasping the knob on so tightly that my knuckles are white. “Did you just come out of your Dad’s room?”

I take my lower lip between my teeth and nod. “Yeah.” I say nervously, then I clear my throat and release the doorknob to wrap my arms around myself. “Um…you missed a lot.” I say matter-of-factly as I glare at her through narrowed eyes. “While you were passed out drunk.” I say as scathingly as I can in the hopes of distracting her.

It doesn’t work.

She frowns as she takes in my appearance, again. “You slept with your parents?”

I blush at her question, but shake my head in the negative. “Not exactly…” I hedge because Daddy and I didn’t sleep all that much, really…I lick my lips and take a step toward McKenzie; I grip her bicep and start to lead her toward my bedroom. “You were passed out drunk when I came up to check on you, something that needs to stop, by the way!” I growl with an angry glare at her that makes her look away in shame. “You were sprawled out across my bed and you were dead weight; I couldn’t move you and I needed you. My parents were fighting, then my mom left in her car, and all hell broke loose…” I trail off with a sigh as I lead her back toward my bed; I releases her arm at my bedside, then walk around the bed to sit Indian style on my side and grab the pillow I hadn’t slept on to hug it to me.

“Like you, Mom got totally shitfaced last night.” I explain, again, with another angry glare.

McKenzie blushes, kicks her shoes back off, then sits beside me on the bed; she can’t sit Indian style because of her too-tight mini skirt, but she sits sideways on her left hip. “I’m so sorry.” she says sheepishly and reaches forward to touch my left hand. “I should have been there for you. I’m a shitty friend. A total bitch. I’m sorry.”

I sigh guiltily; I hate doing this to her, but I can’t let her find out about me and my Daddy. “My mom left in the middle of their fight.” I state with another sigh, glad that McKenzie is finally distracted enough to focus on something other than where I spent the night.

McKenzie gasps, her eyes wide. “She didn’t drive, Shay! Tell me she didn’t drive.”

I nod my head affirmatively and finally lock eyes with her. “She almost hit a woman with a baby stroller…” I explain and my eyes fill with genuine tears of misery; I might not like my Mother very much, but I don’t want other people hurt by her and I certainly don’t want the stigma of a dangerous drunk attached to me or Daddy. I sigh because that’s the unfortunate truth of the life we have to look forward to now; I shake my head in disbelief as I continue.

“She was so drunk that she didn’t notice a stop sign and she swerved to miss the baby carriage, but ended up driving in to oncoming traffic.” I explain, my throat tight with emotion. “There was a van with a family, two adults and four kids. She swerved to avoid them, too, but it was too late; they had nowhere to go and ended up smashing into her car. The children were hurt…” I explain and then I can’t help my emotions, anymore. I bury my face in the pillow to cry; I cry quietly, my shoulders shaking the only indication of my emotional state.

“Oh, shit, Shay…” McKenzie whispers, her hand moving to my shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

“No more drinking, Kenz.” I snap, my watery eyes locking with hers. “Swear to me.”

She flinches as if I slapped her. “I’m not an alcoholic, Shayenne. I don’t need to swear--”

“You drink to cope, to feel, to deal. It’s the same thing.” I cut her off. “Swear it.”

McKenzie frowns, but nods. “Okay, okay. I swear. Not another drop. Ever.”

I nod, then wipe the tears from my face. “Mom’s in the hospital…” I say as if our odd exchange hadn’t just happened. “I did actually leave you for a while because my Dad and I had to go see her. I’m sorry about that…” I say with a sigh when she frowns at me. “We went to the hospital and you were too drunk to move let alone wake up to come with us…” I continue, then rush on when I can see she’s getting annoyed. “Anyways, we tried to visit with her, but my Mom totally flipped out on Daddy and me. She’s facing some real jail time and Daddy can’t do a damned thing to help her this time, so she went ballistic on us both…” I trail off and my eyes glaze over as I relive what happened in the hospital. I shiver as my mother’s screams echo in my head, my lower lip quivering as I hear the amount of hatred she has for me clear as crystal.

“Shay, don’t.” McKenzie says and touches her hand to mine, again.

I snap back to the present and blink a few times to clear my vision. “Sorry.” I say with a weak smile as I look back at her face, then I slide from the bed and smile a real smile. “I’ll grab a quick shower, get dressed, then wake up my Dad to drive you home. Why don’t you go and have some orange juice to refresh your mouth?” I tease her with a too-knowing smirk and a quirked eyebrow; I laugh when she blushes back at me.

She rolls her eyes, then slides from the bed and scoops up her shoes. “Whatever.”

I laugh softly and watch her head downstairs, then rush to grab clothes and hurry to the bathroom; I take a quick shower, skip washing my hair while paying extra attention to my aching femininity. Once clean and dry, I slide into my bra, panties, tank top, and jean shorts then hurry down the hall to my Daddy’s room. Without knocking, I burst inside to find my Daddy standing there in just his towel; I moan at my Daddy’s body.

“You are so fucking sexy…” I whisper before I can stop myself.

Daddy smirks in this totally gorgeous, beyond predatory way. “Thank you, Sunshine.”

My eyes widen. “Oh, Daddy, we can’t…McKenzie is downstairs waiting and I’m so sore…” I gasp, then tense up when he stalks me all the way until I’m pinned up to the wall. “Daddy…” I whisper a second before his mouth comes crashing down to mine; I open for him, our tongues dancing together as if we’ve done this forever instead of just the last two days. I moan for him.

Daddy undoes the zipper of my jean shorts, his hands making quick work of sliding them down my thighs; but he doesn’t remove them. He breaks our kiss to smile sexily into my eyes. “I owe you one, after all…” he growls a second before licking his lips; he drops to his knees and buries his face in my pussy, his tongue pressing straight to my clit. He chuckles softly when I gasp, then moan for him; he cups my bare ass when I shove my pussy harder against his mouth and licks me for all he’s worth. He circles and suckles my clit in a way that drives me mad.

I cum all too quickly and shiver as he licks me clean. “Fuck…” I gasp for breath, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I moan when he continues to lick me, my poor little cunny much too sensitive now. “Stop. Please.” I gasp and gently push at his forehead; I hold a hand over my still-throbbing nether lips as if trying to protect it from him. “You’re so bad, Daddy.” I giggle as he helps pull my panties and shorts back up. “Now go get dressed.” I command him as I lean down to kiss him on the lips quickly before bursting out of his bedroom before he can grab me; he would keep me in his bedroom the entire day, if he could, McKenzie or no McKenzie.

I hurry to toward the kitchen as I struggle to breathe normally. “Bagels are in the freezer now, so they won’t go bad as fast.” I state when I see her searching in confusion; I hurry to do back up the zipper and button on my jean shorts; I know I’m abnormally flushed for having just come down the stairs. “Daddy is gonna have a quick shower, then he’ll be ready to drive you home.” I explain with a deep blush before I break eye contact and move to the coffee maker.

McKenzie watches me make the coffee and purposefully avoid her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

I still don’t look at her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re acting weird.” she says, then her eyes widen in fear. “Are you mad at me?”

I finally stare at her, stay silent for a few seconds too long, then sigh and look away; I feel like shit for what I’m about to do, but it’s better than letting her find out the truth. “A little…” I admit as I continue preparing the coffee maker to start brewing. “I mean, you broke tradition by passing out before midnight on my actual birthday AND I had to sleep with my freaking father because you hogged my entire bed with your dead weight…” I complain, then blush heavily as I click the on button to the coffee maker before moving to the cabinet so that my back is to her and she can’t see my blush. I reach up for a box of my favorite toaster pastries and drop it on to the counter top with a sigh. “You were so drunk that I couldn’t even vent to you about the fight my parents had, the fact that my mother drove away drunk, or come with me to the hospital…”

“I’m so sorry, Shayenne…really.” McKenzie says behind me.

I merely shrug, then put the box back on the shelf untouched; my appetite gone. “It’s fine.”

McKenzie moves to my side, places her hand on my shoulder, and waits for me to look at her. “I’m sorry.” she says sincerely, our eyes locked together. “I’m a shitty friend and an even shittier person. Maybe I am a drunk, but I’ll do better. How about this…” she offers and smiles as she leans a hip against the counter, then looks around the messy kitchen and living room. “I’ll go home, shower, change, and then come back here to help you clean up. Let your Dad take you out to breakfast or something until I can get back here so that he doesn’t make you do it.”

I laugh at this. “Breakfast?” I ask with a quirked eyebrow. “It’s almost 2pm, Kenz.”

McKenzie’s head jerks around to glance at the microwave’s clock. “Well shit…lunch, then.”

I laugh at the utter shock and disbelief on her face.

McKenzie smiles lovingly at me, more a sister than a friend in that moment. “Deal?”

I look around the messy house and groan. “Deal.”

“What’s a deal?”

We both glance up at my Daddy, fresh from a shower.

I stop breathing, my pussy clenching and oozing with want before I blush, smirk, and look away. “Kenz has graciously agreed to come back and help clean up the aftermath of my party.” I explain as I reach into a cabinet for a travel coffee mug to make for my Father. “She’s going to go home to shower and change, first, but then will come back. Maybe we can grab lunch or something after we drop her off?” I ask as I turn off the coffee maker and hand the travel mug to my father. “I’m starved. So starved. I mean…I feel like I’ve run a triathlon, I’m so hungry…can’t imagine why…” I say with a smirk up at my father.

Daddy smirks back me, but then tries to hide it behind his cup of coffee as his eyes drift to McKenzie. “Ready?” he asks after taking a long sip of the steaming brew. “It’s after 2, so I don’t think there will be much traffic and I need to pick up some more garbage backs as well as get this one some lunch before we all meet back here to clean up.” he says with a smile at me as he elbows me playfully before kissing my temple tenderly.

McKenzie can’t help but smile; she has always loved how close Shay and her Dad are. “I’m ready, thanks.” McKenzie says as she moves to collect her glass of OJ; she chugs it down, rinses the glass, then puts it in the dishwasher before heading to the door to slide the flip flops off. She slide on her party-girl high heels, then scoops up her purse and follows me to the garage. She hops into the backseat with me; she tries her best to make me laugh as much as possible because of the night I suffered without my bestie and then we’re dropping her off.

I hug her tightly. “Thanks, Kenz.” I say with a smile as I watch her vanish into her house, then hurry to climb into the front seat next to my Daddy. I click my seatbelt into place, then gasp and smile when Daddy locks hands with me; I feel like his woman for the first time in days, like his equal and not just his Daughter. “Where are we heading for lunch?” I ask him as I tighten my interlocked fingers within his and sigh contentedly.

Daddy smiles, his dimples popping to prove that it’s a genuinely happy smile. “I think that I want to take you somewhere special…” he replies after a few moments of examining my face, then he glances forward and uses our joined hands to switch the car into drive; he pulls our linked hands to his mouth and kisses my knuckles before driving off down the road. “There’s this beautiful restaurant just at the edge of town, less than an hour away. Text McKenzie to message you when she’s on her way and we can head back to meet her.”

I frown when Daddy pulls his hand from mine, but reach for my cell phone to message Kenz. I wait for her reply, but it doesn’t come and I shrug. “She’s probably in the shower.” I state, then watch as my Daddy maneuvers onto the highway before I glance down at our clothes; I’m in a tank top and jean shorts, Daddy’s in a fitted t shirt that clings to his every delicious muscle and some khaki shorts. “Daddy…” I begin, then glance up at his face, but he’s focusing on the highway traffic which is surprisingly busy. “Are we dressed okay for this fancy place?”

Daddy smiles a slow, secret smile. “Yep.”

I frown at that simple response, but I trust my Daddy. I reach for the radio and browse the station until I find something calm that I know we both like; something that’s always been great about our relationship is that we’ve always liked a lot of the same things as far as music or movies. I sigh as I remember how much my Mother hated that about us, but shake it off because I don’t want her tainting the pleasure of this outing with my Daddy.

Daddy sings along with the song.

I watch him with shock-widened eyes; he hasn’t sung since I was a kid and his voice is fantastic. I smile as I watch him and I don’t think he knows he’s doing it, so I look away so that he won’t stop out of embarrassment. I nod my head along with the song and smile even wider when my Daddy sings even louder before signaling that he’s getting off the highway.

The radio station goes to commercial and I’m saddened by it, but I glance at my Daddy to find him smiling back at me. “Are we almost there?” I ask him as he pulls down the long, empty road. It looks like an industrial area, but I can see water in the distance and the air smells like the ocean; that is one of my favorite scents in all of the world. I inhale deeply, close my eyes, and moan in pleasure as I melt against the leather seat.

“You make the sexiest sounds, Shayenne…”

My eyes pop open and I smile at my Daddy. “You make me make them, Daddy.”

He chuckles as he maneuvers the car down what looks to be a dead end block before turning down a narrow side street. He pulls up to a large black gate, the kind that usually protects buildings that are storage places, and rolls down his window at a keypad hidden safely in a wall; it looks like something only people who know it’s there could ever find and Daddy enters a code before the gate slides open. Daddy rolls up his window and licks his lips.

Now I’m nervous. “Daddy…”

“You can’t call me that here.” he warns as he pulls the car through the gate that closes almost immediately behind us. “Call me Charleston. It’s important, Shayenne.” he continues as he makes a quick left into the body of a tall building shrouded in darkness; he guides the car down a long ramp, then turns right to drive down another ramp. He makes another right and then there is brightness that reveals a parking lot full of expensive looking cars; he stops the car at a yellow line with a “Wait Here.” sign and turns to me as we wait for a valet.

“This is a very grown up place and I want to share it with you.” he confesses with a smile as he reaches his left hand up to cup my right cheek. “I never dreamed that we would take our relationship where it is, but I’ve never been happier. Now that we’ve taken this step, I would like to take the next one with you. Nobody knows about this place, Shayenne. Not even your mother…” he warns, his eyes moving to catch a valet as he steps from the elevator. “You can’t tell anyone and we don’t have to come back if you don’t like it, but I want to share it with you.”

Not even my mother.

I’m the only woman he’s brought here.

His only woman.

“Okay, D--” I begin, but then I catch myself and smile at him. “Okay, Charleston.” I amend as the valet gets my door; I glance up at the young man holding my door open, his hand extended to me, but I feel like I’m not supposed to go. I turn to my Daddy for instruction and get rewarded with the most beautiful, dimple-popped smile he has ever given me. I stop breathing.

“That’s a very good girl.” Daddy says with a nod at the valet who then hurries to my father’s door. He steps from the car, accepts the ticket from the guy, then walks around the trunk of the car toward my still open door. He smiles down at me, then offers me his left hand and helps me from the car; he leans forward to kiss my forehead and links out hands together as he guides me toward the bank of elevators where he pushes a bright blue button.

I take a moment to look around, but there’s nothing to really see. I glance at the dark ramp where not even sunlight can reach, then I glance back over the rows of expensive cars; the difference between this parking garage and the ramps that lead to it are literally night and day. Darkness that leads to light, but I get the feeling that I am about to sink deeper into the dark…

The elevator doors ding open to reveal mirrors everywhere.

Daddy leads me inside and reaches into his shorts pocket for his wallet; he lets go of my hand for a moment while he fishes out what looks like a credit card and swipes it along a place by the keypad a second before he examines my face for a few silent seconds. He smiles once more, decision made based on whatever he read on my face, then presses one of the buttons at the top of the keypad. He smiles at me, again, when the doors close, puts the card back in his wallet, then shoves his wallet back into his khaki pocket before retaking my hand.

“D—Charleston,” I begin, again catching myself, and, with a creased brow, I examine the elevator keypad. “There are no numbers. How do you know which floor you’ve pressed?” I ask, then glance up at his face just in time to see him smile even wider, but he doesn’t answer me. “You’ve been here enough times to know…” I whisper, but then I frown as if annoyed; if not mom or me before today, then who has he come here with? “You cheated on Mom?”

His head snaps down so that our eyes meet and he frowns at me. “Never. Not once.”

“But you’ve been here enough to memorize which floor is which.”

He nods, then glances back at us in the mirror. “I like to…watch.” he confesses with a slow smile that makes me wet between the legs; he chuckles when my eyes widen in shock, then leans forward to kiss my forehead. “We’ll eat, first, while I will explain everything. I’m taking us to a private room. It’s mine. Has been since I joined here a few years ago, but I’ve never used it before today. It’s never been used by anyone before today.” he states proudly, then wraps his arms around my shoulder possessively. “Stay close to me.” he orders as the doors open.

It’s crowded for almost three in the afternoon. There are dozens of people gathered in various groups around the large room; sunlight drifts in through windows along far away walls, but dim lighting overhead makes the room look much more mysterious as you can hardly see anyone’s face unless you’re standing right in front of them. Voices are quiet, but there are so many of them chattering at once coming from all directions that it sounds like a steady thread of conversation even though you can’t make out a single word of it.

There are men wearing thousand dollar suits conversing with women wearing those gaudy velour jogging suits with words written across the butt and there are women wearing fancy evening gowns speaking to men wearing basketball shorts with tank tops. There are young, old, really young, and really old of both genders; there are twosomes of really young with really old or foursomes of a mix. All around there are groups or couples gathered; it looks harmless enough, though their eyes speak volumes about what’s being discussed even though the words being spoken are being kept as quiet as possible.

Daddy’s arm tightens around me.

“Charleston!”

I stop when Daddy does, my eyes glancing up at the couple standing in front of us.

“Devon.” Daddy replies with a tight smile, then he accepts the man’s handshake.

“You’ve finally convinced Luna to join you?” the man named Devon asks, his devilish gaze hungrily taking in my body from head to toe and back. He licks his lips, then returns his gaze to my Father’s. “My, my, my…I can definitely see why you never wanted to share even a picture of her. She’s exquisite, Charleston.” he preens as he surveys me from head to toe and back a second time to make me shiver with discomfort. He smiles almost evilly then returns his gaze back to my father’s. “I do hope that you will reconsider the offer of an exchange…” he purrs in a way that makes him sound more like a rabid dog than a kitten; his eyes drift back to my shocked fact. “After you get her acclimated, of course.”

“I’m not interested, Devin, and it wasn’t because of her…” my Father growls with a glare at the man; he wraps his arm tighter around me and pulls us away from the man. “We won’t ever be interested.” he adds over his shoulder before he roughly pulls me along the walkway toward the far end of the hall; he watches me as I glance over my shoulder and pulls me along faster.

I frown at the girl standing beside the smarmy Devin, though she isn’t looking up at me. I can’t quite place her, but I know that she is familiar to me. “That’s his wife?” I ask as Daddy pulls me down an emptier hallway that looks more like a hotel floor than the party room we just left; once there’s nothing but doors and walls to see, I turn back to my Father. “She looks familiar…I’ve never been here before, but I know that I know her…”

Daddy stops at the far end of the hall at a door separated from the others by a good twenty feet from the closest two doors. “That’s not his wife.” Daddy snaps nastily, then he turns to the door while fishing his wallet back out. He swipes the same credit card looking thing into the doorknob and enters a code into a keypad there, then moves forward to hold the door for me once the lock clicks open. “That’s his daughter.” Daddy continues once we’re alone in the suite. “Except she isn’t here by choice.” he adds what sounds to be angrily. He dumps his wallet and keys in a glass dish on a table beside the door, then glances up at me while kicking off his sneakers and removing his socks to walk barefoot on the beige carpeting.

“She goes to my school…” I whisper in surprise and my eyes widen as I also kick off my shoes. “Other fathers fuck their daughters? Is that what this is, Daddy? An incest club?” I gasp, my hand over my mouth as I watch his face for reaction. “I mean, Charleston…” I correct myself with a frown when he laughs at me and shakes his head, then I follow him toward a living room when he walks away from me; I love the soft carpeting on my bare toes and actually look down at it distractedly so that I bump into my father without realizing he stopped.

“You can call me Daddy inside this room, but only when we’re alone.” he warns as he cups my face, then leans down to claim my lips with his own. He kisses me in a way that makes my toes curl up into the carpeting, my arms wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. His cock is rock hard beneath his khaki shorts, long and stiff along his thigh as he pushes against my stomach with it; he breaks the kiss to look me in the eyes. “I have wanted to bring you here so badly…it isn’t what you think, baby, but I’ll explain. Let’s order some lunch, first.” he states, then he inhales deeply and exhales sharply with a shake of his head. “Having you here has me harder than I’ve been since…ever!” he confesses with a laugh, then he takes my hand and leads me to a huge flatscreen television that he turns on with a remote.

A menu pops up. “What do you feel like having?”

“You.” I grumble and cross my arms over my chest to glare at the television.

Daddy gasps, his eyes wide as he glances at me, then he bursts out laughing before he positions himself behind me. He wraps his arms around me, pulls my back against his chest, and leans down so that his mouth is at my ear. “You’ll have me, Sunshine…” he promises, then traces my earlobe with his tongue before taking a soft bite. “I’m going to be deep inside your tight little pussy…so hard that you won’t be able to sit for the rest of the day without remembering the feeling of my cock fucking you.” he guarantees with another bite to my ear. “But, first, you need to eat food before cum. Pick something.”

I gasp and shiver, my inner feminine muscles clenches before my panties flood with heated, needful cream. I swallow hard and want to ask if we can skip food so that we can get right to the fucking, but my stomach chooses exactly that moment to growl so loudly that it’s almost rude. I glare down at my stomach angrily, Daddy’s hands drifting down my arms to place his flat palms over my belly; I am immediately assaulted with images of my full, pregnant belly being held by him just this way and I melt back against him with a huge smile.

“What’s that smile?” Daddy asks me, his eyebrows high on his forehead.

I glance at him and shrug, but say nothing; that’s all mine. I glance at the television and scroll through the touchscreen menu before settling on what I want to eat, then I step aside so that Daddy can choose. I use the free moment to survey my surroundings for the first time; I’m surprised to find that it’s less like a hotel room and more like an apartment complete with a living room, dining room, and patio in direct view. I love that there’s a wall of windows that reveals a table and chairs out on the porch; I hope we can eat out there overlooking the water.

“Okay. Food should be here in ten.” Daddy says, then he runs his right hand down my left arm until he links our hands. “I’ll give you a quick tour.” he says excitedly and leads me toward a dark doorway at the far end of the living room opposite where we entered; he’s obviously skipping all of the things that I can already see for myself. “There’s a full kitchen there…” he says as we approach the dark doorway, but he points behind us while pulling me forward. He leads the way down a dark hallway, then clicks on a light so that a large chandelier glows brightly in the ceiling before he unlocks a huge bedroom. “This is the main bedroom.”

I step into the cavernous space with a king-sized bed leaning against one wall, my eyes wide. I wiggle my toes in the same carpeting that seems to run throughout the entire apartment, then turn to glance at the large wall of screens and frown. “How many TVs does one room really need?” I ask as I count the screens and stop at twenty five; I blink in surprise when it turns on to reveal that all of the screens unite together to create one giant, wall-length television.

“Imagine watching porn on that…” Daddy whispers, his mouth at my ear so that his warm breath drifts down my neck to make me shiver with more need. “Watching a giant cock sinking deeply into a wet pussy, hearing the squishing of their cum as they fuck…while I’m fucking you…” he purrs, then leans down to kiss the pulse in my neck. “Or you can just imagine watching your favorite movie while we cuddle.” he chuckles when I stop breathing; he turns the giant movie screen off, then tosses the remote back onto the bed. “There’s a full bathroom there…” he says with a nod of his chin at a door hidden in the wall at the end of the wall of screens. “There’s a half bath off the kitchen.” he adds as he heads back to the door.

I follow him and back into the hallway, then freeze when I see another door. “What’s that?”

He follows my gaze and smiles a private smile. “That’s for later.” he replies mysteriously before taking my hand to lead me back to the living room; he goes straight to the patio doors, then releases my hand to unlock them and slide them open. He smiles at me as we are assaulted by the cool ocean breeze, salty and briny as it washes over us; he watches me smile and inhale in pleasure, his eyes dilating with arousal when I moan.

The doorbell rings a second after my father took a step toward me. “Saved by the bell…” he growls, then he smiles and moves to the door. “Sit. Relax. I’ll get the food.” he commands then he hurries to the door to do exactly that. His voice carries back to the patio, but whatever he’s saying is lost between the roar of the ocean and the cool winds howling along the porch.

I sink into the padded seat of the iron chair and look around, my eyes automatically drifting to the gorgeous green-blue of the sea roaring and hushing so close by. I have always been a beach lover, but my mother’s alcohol and the sun were never a good mix, so we hardly went. I love the smell in the air, the power of the waves as they slam against the shoreline, the coolness of high tide as it pushes and pulls at the water, as well as the clean peace of it all. My body relaxes without me knowing it, though my damp panties are getting uncomfortable between my legs; I’m so distracted by thoughts of daddy fucking me that I nearly scream when he appears.

He stares at me like I’m nuts, then laughs softly. “I’m glad you like it here.”

I smile warmly and sit back in the comfy seat. “I really do, Charleston.”

Daddy flinches a second, his eyes wide, then he relaxes and smiles. “I like how that sounds.”

I smile wider. “So do I, Charleston.” I say, purring his last name.

His cock instantly hardens in his shorts and he adjusts himself. “Look at you…” he chuckles with a shake of his head as he serves the food from the trolley he pushed outside. He lays silverware in napkins between us along with cups and additional napkins. “I hoped you would like it here. I want you to like it here.” He confesses as he places a large, dome-covered tray in front of me before placing one in the spot he’ll be sitting; he sees that I am annoyed he’s sitting across from me instead of beside me, but he only smiles as he fetches soda and a bottle of wine from the cart before taking his seat. He licks his lips and pulls his seat closer to the table before meeting my annoyed gaze with yet another smile.

“If I sit beside you, sweet Shayenne…” he purrs, our eyes locked together. “…we will not eat this food nor will I get to explain to you where we are.” he states matter-of-factly with a grin that shows devious intentions. “I would, instead, sink my fingers into what I am sure is a nicely drenched little cunt eager for a thorough cumming before ripping those clothes from you and fucking you right against this railing…” he warns with a hard slap to the metal at his left that makes the entire gate vibrate. “…right out here in the bright daylight for anyone else who happens to be out on their porch to hear and watch.”

My chest heaves as I struggle to breathe like I just ran a marathon.

His eyes narrow. “You like that idea.” he whispers in shock, his eyes widening.

I blush, swallow hard, and look away in shame.

“Look at me!” he commands, but his voice is soft. “Now, Shayenne, or we’re leaving.”

I swallow, again, but meet his eyes; I cross my arms over my chest protectively.

“Be honest with me…” he demands with a frown. “Does that idea turn you on?”

I swallow, again, my throat desert dry; I want to look away, but don’t. I blush, again.

“Shayenne.” he growls, his annoyance rising. “There’s no right or wrong answer.”

I examine his face for a second, watch him calm down as I watch. “Yes.” I say and blush.

“Yes, what, Shayenne?” he asks as his eyes narrow, again.

“The idea of being fucked by you…” I begin, blushing even worse and breaking the eye contact to glance at the railing beside me; I reach my right hand out and grip the solid metal, chilly despite the beautiful sun beating down from directly above. “…against this…” I whisper and stroke the metal from left to right and back. “…out here…” I continue, my gaze drifting to the ocean before I glance up at the bright sky; I flinch away from the sun’s rays and glance over daddy’s shoulder to the empty porch behind him. “…while anyone could see…” I continue, then bravely lock eyes with him once more. “…turns me on. I’m so wet for you, Charleston.”

Daddy shivers and his eyes close as if he’s in pain. “Jesus, Shayenne.” he growls almost angrily, but then nearly black eyes snap open to stare at me with a type of hunger I have never seen him look at my mother with. “I was wrong. That answer was right. So very fucking right.” he states roughly, then clears his throat and reaches out of view to do what I assume is adjust his cock. “Eat your food. I’ll explain where we are.”

I pout. “I’m not hungry for food.”

He rolls his eyes, calm once more. “Food or home, no explanation?”

I pout, again, but reach for the lid on my tray; it smells amazing, so I moan and reach for the silverware. I catch my father staring at me, then realize why and laugh out loud. “Really, Charleston? A simple moan of pleasure at the delicious aromas coming off of this plate and you’re all dilated with desire?” I tease him as I unwrap the fork and knife from the napkin.

“You have a great moan, especially with my dick buried inside of you.”

I freeze, my eyes darting to his face; I sigh. “Charleston: 2, Shayenne: 0.”

He chuckles at that. “No. I think we’re tie.”

I smile with pride. “I’ll take a tie.”

Daddy turns red and swallows, but looks away from me to dig in to his own food.

I watch his face for a moment and frown in confusion. “What?”

He shakes his head. “Eat. We don’t have a lot of time. McKenzie can text anytime.”

I frown, but start eating my amazingly prepared food. I bask in the warm sunshine while I chew, glance out lovingly at the noisy sea, and enjoy my father’s company in this fancy little apartment away from home as well as any prying eyes that could end our budding relationship. I am basking in the joy of being his woman, rather than his daughter, when he clears his throat.

“Sunshine…” he begins as he places his fork down. “…where do you think we are?”

I thought about that, already, and I was okay with it. I think. “An S&M club.”

He freezes, his eyes wide. “A what now?”

“An S&M club.” I repeat, then take another bite of my food; I’m feeling full, so I put my fork down and reach for my father’s glass of wine. I take it without asking permission, though I notice his quirked eyebrow. “A BDSM club.” I state pointedly and hate that I blush, but I force myself to calm as I sip the sweet cocktail from the glass. I swallow the wine and lick my lips deciding that I like the flavor, but not wanting to push my luck; I place it back in front of my father, then sit back and lock eyes with him.

I raise one hand, my index finger counting my first point. “When we got here, you switched in to cop mode and had the valet test me…” I state with my own eyebrow quirked. “When I passed that test, you called me a good girl.” I recall with a knowing smirk that makes him smile, then I raise my middle finger to form a peace sign. “In the elevator, you didn’t know where to take me to first and settled to take me here; but you mentioned liking to watch…” I state and raise my third finger. “You commanded me to stay at your side whenever we’re not in this room…” I remind him, then frown when I lift my pinky to show my fourth point. “Your…friend Devin asked if you wanted to swap wives…except she’s his Daughter like I’m yours.” I whisper with a frown, but then I shake my head. “So I think we’re in some sort of incest BDSM club.”

He shakes his head. “No.” he laughs as he reaches for the same glass of wine that I drank from. He takes a long gulp, then puts it back down to refill it; he looks up into my eyes for a moment, then reaches for a second glass and pours a bit into it. He offers me the second glass, his eyes narrowed. “No more than that.” he warns as he puts the top back on the bottle.

I nod my agreement, then reach for the glass to sip it slowly. “So no to which part?”

Daddy sips at his own wine, then sighs and puts it back on the table before reaching for a bottle of water. “All of it.” he replies with a shrug before taking a long chug from the bottle. “There’s no kink here…at least not the kind that you mentioned.” he continues with a shake of his head, then his eyes dilate dangerously and this is Detective Daddy glaring at me. “I don’t even want to know how you know about that shit or I might blow a fucking fuse.”

I swallow. “Daddy…” I whisper softly, sure that only he can hear it. “I was a virgin…”

His eyes narrow, but he relaxes back against his chair. “Might have to monitor that ereader of yours…” he bites out seemingly angry, but he smiles to soften the threat and Detective Daddy is put away for the time being. He laughs when I visibly relax, then he shakes his head in amusement. “You really are too easy to read, Shayenne.”

I blush, but say nothing as I take another small sip of my wine.

“Anyway…” he continues as he glances out at the water. “This is a very exclusive fetish club.” he states, his gaze shooting back to my face to watch for my reaction. “Not incest, specifically, though I’m sure there are incestuous relationships happening here; Devin and his daughter are evident of that, but the staff don’t ask and the moderators stipulate in their contracts that we can’t discuss that. It’s illegal, after all…” he reminds me with a quirk of his eyebrow.

Again, I say nothing; but I nod and put my glass down without breaking eye contact.

“I’m not a Dominant, Shayenne…I have no idea about that lifestyle at all.” he swears.

I nod. “Okay. So what kind of fetishes?”

He gnaws on his bottom lip, nervous for the first time all afternoon.

I find it adorable and smile; my big bad Daddy is embarrassed and that’s fascinating to me.

“The usual types, I guess…” he says after a too-long pause and he shrugs before pushing to his feet to pace the small porch. “There are guys here who like long legs, bare feet, high heels, painted toenails, stocking-clad feet, costumes, role playing…anything that you can think of, I am sure there is a male or female here that is in to it.” he states nervously and blushes as he seems to pointedly avoid my gaze; he rubs his hand across his chest as if looking for the comfort of his police shield that he isn’t wearing on this little outing.

“And you, D-Charleston?” I ask with a smile, eager to know. “What are you in to?”

He stops suddenly, his gaze locking with mine. “Now? You.”

I smile hugely at that, my body warming with arousal; I like that answer. “Before me?”

He swallows, but smiles slowly. “Watching.”

I frown at that answer, confused. “Watching watch?”

He shrugs, but doesn’t break eye contact. “Everything.”

I frown harder, my forehead creasing and my eyes nearly closing. “Like…others fucking?”

He smiles hugely and nods. “Especially that.”

I swallow, my eyes wide. “You can watch others fuck here?”

He nods, but doesn’t say anything.

“You’ve watched others fuck here…” I correct myself, my eyes widening to almost double. I swallow, again, when he simply nods in confirmation even though I didn’t ask a question. “You’ve jerked off while watching others fuck.” I amend one last time, though I know he’s going to nod; but I don’t need the confirmation. “Now you want to watch with me…you want to fuck me while watching others fuck. That’s why we’re here.”

He smiles lasciviously.

My pussy muscles, forgotten until this moment, clench with need and cream readily. I reach for my glass of wine and take a sip before placing it back down. “Have you ever participated with…” I trail off, but I shake my head; he had already told me that he never cheated on my mother before me and I believe him. “Will they be able to see us, too?” I ask, instead.

He reaches down to rub the erection forming in his khakis. “Not if you don’t want them to.” he replies and licks his lips as his eyes dilate with desire. “I’ll show you. Come.” he offers and holds his hand out to me so that I can take it; he smiles happily when I eagerly rise to my feet and take his hand. He pulls me inside and straight to the hallway, then down the corridor to the door that I saw earlier; he turns the knob, then shoves the door inward instead of it opening outwardly. He licks his lips, presses a button that makes a doorbell sound around us and then he closes the door behind us. He leads me toward a single, plus recliner in front of a huge wall of dark glass, then takes a seat while he lets me look around.

I frown at the seemingly empty room.

“There’s a bed in the wall.” he explains to soothe my obvious confusion, then he points at the wall in question. “That shelf is cosmetic. You pull the shelf and a bed comes out of the wall making that shelf part of the bed’s frame. I’ve never used it, but we can lay there, if you prefer…we don’t have a lot of time, though…” he states with a glance at his watch; he glances back up at me. “Has McKenzie sent a text, yet?”

I fish my cell out of my back pocket, but there’s nothing. I shake my head, then jump and squeal at the same time when a doorbell rings around us. “What the hell was that?” I gasp in shock, my hand over my chest as I search the room with wide eyes. “That’s way too loud for a regular doorbell…” I state grumpily as I will my heart to calm.

Daddy smiles wickedly. “Come to Daddy, Sunshine…”

My heart that was calming kicks back into high gear, but I make my feet move. I walk to him, take the hand he offers me, then slide onto his lap so that his thickness is nestled safely in the crack of my ass. I struggle to breathe normally when he pulls me backward until I’m draped over his body like a blanket, my legs spread so that each is on the outside of his thighs.

His left hand settles over my stomach and he holds me still as he reaches to his right for something in the side of the recliner; he raises a remote and the dark glass becomes see-through, a blue light bulb glowing high in the ceiling. He smiles hugely at the sight before us, then settles into the recliner; his cock twitches beneath the plump curves of my ass and he wraps his arms around me as we settle in to watch the show.

A naked woman is on her knees, her body at an angle to show off her maturely shaped ass while she sucks her lover’s already hard and glistening cock. She’s taking him deeply into her throat, her neck bulging where the cockhead sinks into her. Her moans echo around the room as if the glass wall isn’t between us, her eyes closed in pure ecstasy as she feasts on her partner’s nob; her right hand strokes what bit of his cock she can’t swallow, her left hand is somewhere between her own legs and the sounds are erotic to say the least.

“Can they see us, too?” I whisper, not daring to blink lest I miss something.

“No, Sunshine…” Daddy replies, then he points up at the blue bulb. “Blue means watching, green means sharing.” he explains, his eyes glued to the masturbating woman in the other room. “Look how fucking deep she can take him…” he whispers absentmindedly and he licks his lips.

My eyes drop to the woman’s mouth, my head tilting as I try to match the angle she has her own head in; I lick my lips and swallow the saliva filling my mouth as I wish for a cock of my own to swallow. “Daddy…” I whisper hungrily, my pussy aching as I grind on top of him; I may be new to sex, but I know when my body wants cock and it definitely wants cock.

“I’ve got you, Sunshine…” he promises, his hands reaching for the snaps on my jean shorts. He pulls the zipper down with his left hand, his dominant right hand sinking beneath my panties until his index and middle fingers press to my needy little bundle of nerves. I gasp and arch against his hand, my eyes closing as I bask in the pleasure his touch invokes.

Daddy presses his lips to my neck and moans. “So wet for Daddy…”

“Always.” I promise as I press my hand over his stroking fingers, but over my shorts. I’m so ridiculously close to cumming, already; my pussy is clenching at nothing, the walls oozing to make way for what it needs. “I’m going to cum, Daddy…make me cum, Charleston!” I cry out, his fingers pressing even harder against my clit. I ride his fingers, my eyes closed as I grind on him; I feel his stiffness beneath me and now he wants me just as badly.

“Charleston!” I cry out a second before a flood of cum pours out of me to saturate my panties and shorts; I continue to ride his fingers as they circle me over and over, my body quaking with pleasure above him. I struggle to breathe, my hand pressing to his in the hopes of stopping his movements now; I lick my lips and moan as aftershocks rock me from head to toe, then gasp when he pushes me to my feet on weakened legs.

He catches me before I can fall, then almost breaks the recliner’s legs as he roughly rotates it so that the back is facing the glass wall. He licks his lips as he turns to me, then shoves my shorts and panties off. “On the chair, Sunshine.” he orders as he undoes his belt and buttons, then shoves them off along with his boxers. “On your knees facing forward…” he continues as he leads me to the chair; he positions me how he wants me, one knee on each arm of the recliner with my torso bent forward, then moves to stand behind me.

“Look how deeply he’s fucking her, Shayenne…” Daddy growls, his cockhead nudging my soaking wet, but still swollen folds. “Look at how much she loves taking his cock…” he groans, then pushes his head into my aching channel; he moans and shivers. “My poor baby…” he whispers, his eyes glancing down at where we’re connected. “Your pussy has endured so much the last few days and I’ll let her rest, but I need it. I need you, baby.”

I nod my consent. “I need you, too, Charleston. Fuck me. Fuck me deep and hard!”

He moans, then sinks into me until his abdomen is pressed against my ass.

I gasp and shiver at his roughness, my inner muscles flexing and clenching around his width.

“So tight…” he gasps, his hands gripping my waist roughly. He withdraws, then thrusts right back in to my core. “So good…” he whispers, his hands drifting upward, the palms cupping my tits as they hang from my chest; his fingers pinch and pull at my nipples as he drives into me over and over, again. He pushes and pulls inside of me so hard that his cockhead nudges the entrance to my cervix repetitively; his cock thickens even more inside me as he groans. “So good, Sunshine…your tight little pussy feels so fucking good.”

I lick my lips as I shove my hips down at his every thrust up into me. I moan and groan.

“Scream, baby…” he growls in my ear as he pulls my back against his chest, then he licks and bites at the column of my neck. “Nobody can hear you hear and, even if they can, nobody cares…it’s just us, Sunshine. Just you and me in this room, my cock deep inside your beautifully fucked little cunny. Just the two of us in this apartment where you can be as loud as you want to be, baby girl…let Daddy hear you…” he groans, then he grips my hips and really fucks into me.

I grunt, my pussy on fire between my legs. I am a body of nerves, heat, and emotion. “Daddy…” I moan and push back against him, the sound of our hips connecting like the applause in a theater. My eyes drift to the couple fucking across the glass, the woman on her back while her lover fucks her from above; my clit pulses with need and I reach down to give it the attention it needs. “Fuck me, Daddy…fuck your little girl’s pussy. Fuck me raw!”

He moans, his face buried in my neck as his hips pump furiously.

“Yes, Daddy, yes! Harder, Daddy!”

I freeze, my eyes wide as I watch the couple in the other room; I hadn’t said that…

My father stops moving behind me, his body stiff as his gaze returns to the glass wall.

“Fuck your daughter’s pussy, Daddy!” the girl in the other room screams, her body contorting so that her knees are beside her head. “Yeah! Fuck it hard! Fuck my pussy like you mean it! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” the girl chants, then she grunts like a cavewoman with each of her partner’s vicious thrusts into her already red, hairless mound. She moans, her head shaking from side to side wildly as their groins connect brutally. “Yes, Daddy!”

“Oh, honey…Daddy’s gonna cum in you, little one. Daddy’s going to cum!”

I swallow, my own aching pussy creaming hotly; I am so turned on by the idea of another daughter taking her father’s cock, confirmation that there is not a damned thing wrong with what we’re doing because we love one another. “Do you think he’s really her father?” I whisper softly, even though I know the other couple can’t hear us; I rest my head against my father’s as he rests his chin on my shoulder and continue watching the other pair.

“I don’t know…” Daddy replies just as softly beside me. “I’ve never seen them before.” he confesses, his hands starting to molest the pointed tips of my tits once more. “My apartment is a month to month, but next door is a day by day. I’ve never seen the same couple twice and nobody has ever seen me at all…I guess it’s possible, right? I mean…we’re Father and Daughter and we’re here, right?” he asks before he turns to kiss and lick my neck.

I nod, my eyes glued to the couple now cuddling on the other side of that glass wall and I hear my Daddy’s voice in my head: “…you can be as loud as you want to be…” he had said to me. I suddenly want that, want to scream for my father as he fucks me in to next week. I think about all of the positions we’ve tried so far and the perfect idea comes to me; I smile hugely, then turn my head to glance at him and wait for him to look me in the eyes.

“Daddy, I want to be on top.” I confess as I remember yesterday in my bedroom, how good it felt to have control over how deeply his beautiful cock hit inside of me, how well he strummed my sensitive clit that ached for stimulation, and how loudly I had screamed my please. “I want to ride you.” I confess as he moans behind me, my body flushing with desire.

“Okay, Sunshine.” he replies huskily, rises to his feet, and slides his thickness from my soaking wet core with a loud pop. “Not here, though…” he whispers, then he clicks off the screen so that the glass wall grays over once more; he tosses the remote onto the floor and takes my hand to lead me out of the room, then he closes the door behind us. He leads me toward the master bedroom, then turns to me to take my lips; he cups my face, looks me right in the eyes, then smiles almost shyly. “You’re going to be the only woman that I’ve had in this bed…”

I smile hugely in response. “Daddy…” I say, emotion clogging my throat; I tiptoe to claim his lips with mine, throw my arms around his neck, and hug him to me. I kiss him like a woman in love with her man and, though it’s way too soon, I might just love him a little bit that way. I kiss him harder when I feel his hand smooth down my back to cup my ass, my hands drifting down his chest and abdomen toward his still swollen manhood; I stroke him from throbbing tip to pulsing root, my knuckles brushing his low-hanging ball sac.

Daddy lifts me so that I’m straddling his waist, then he walks backward until he’s sitting on the bed. He caresses every inch of my body as he sits on the edge of the bed, his thickness pressing between our bodies as we kiss like the lovers that we are; he reaches up to caress my face, his other hand sinking into my hair to hold my head still.

This kiss is unlike any kiss we’ve shared; it’s carnal, it’s primal, it’s possessive.

I am so wet. “Daddy…please…” I beg him, breaking the kiss; I still feel his lips pressed to mine even though we’re no longer making out. “I need you so badly…” I admit as I reach between us to stroke him intimately with my right hand as my left hand caresses my bulging clit; my palm presses to the aching bundle of nerves while I sink my middle finger into myself and moan for my Daddy, our desire-dilated eyes locked together.

“Get down, Shayenne.” he commands me with a kiss to my forehead, then he helps me scoot off of his lap; he uses his muscular arms, the biceps flexing, to pull himself toward the center of the bed. He adjusts the pillows behind his head, then smiles at me lovingly and pats his lap. “Come here, beautiful…” he commands me and he smiles wider when I blush at him; he extends his arms toward me and laughs softly when I eagerly hop up onto the bed.

I smile hugely, then ease my left leg over his body being careful not to knee his massive erection as it points eagerly up into the air between us. I bite down on my button lip as I straddle him, his cock already nudging me intimately. “Your fat dick already knows where it belongs, Daddy…” I laugh as I pump my hips so that his tip glides between my damp nether lips; I moan and shiver when he bumps my clit, my body heating with the need to be filled.

“I need you so badly, Daddy…” I whimper, then I watch him reach between us to hold the base of his member; I moan, again, when he aims it right at my entrance and I take my lower lip between my teeth, again, as I drop down on him. “Fuck, Daddy!” I gasp even though it’s only the tip that has entered me; my eyes are wide as I watch my already red and swollen cunt swallowing his manmeat inch by inner-wall-stretching inch.

I shiver once he’s as deep as he can go, then I moan and lean forward to reclaim his lips. I kiss him with all of the love in my heart, all of the desire in my soul; I bury my hands in his hair, scratch along his scalp the way his loves, and start to move my hips so that his cock glides from inside me. I moan for him, his tongue controlling mine, as I shove him right back into me balls deep; I drink down his moans, mask them with my own as our tongues battle for control.

I can only breathe through my nose, but I don’t give a shit; I moan when Daddy’s hands grip my waist a second before they reach lower to cup the plump curves of my ass cheeks. I bounce up and down on his cock using my elbows on the bed for balance, but he’s not hitting my clit the way he did in my bedroom and I’m getting frustrated even though it feels amazing. I break the kiss, struggle to breathe as I smile down at him what I hope is sexily; I reach for the extra pillows beside him, then sit up so that he can sit up and put the extra pillows behind him.

“Fuck, Daddy…” I gasp once he leans back into a now sitting position. “You’re so deep inside me…you’re fucking my heart…” I groan, my hands on his shoulders as I lift my hips to glide him from inside me. “You’re everywhere inside me at once…” I moan, throwing my head back with joy; I moan, again, when I feel Daddy’s lips press to the pulse in my neck. “Oh, Daddy, yes…you feel so good inside me.” I whisper, but then I remember his words to me and speak with more volume as I shove my hips back down a bit too quickly.

“FUCK, DADDY!” I cry out in pain a second before I explode with an orgasm that I wasn’t ready for; my knees clench at his thighs as I soak his cock in my cum, the orgasm rippling through my entire pussy. I struggle to breathe as I lock eyes with him; my eyes are wide with shock, my body on fire with the pleasure of an orgasm finishing…I lick my lips. “Again…” I plead, then rise to my knees so that he’s barely inside me a second before I sit on his length with all of my weight; he, once again, stabs into something deeply inside of me that hurts a second before my pussy creams all over him. “Daddy, that’s so fucking good!”

My voice echoes around the room.

“I love the sound of your voice, Shayenne!” Daddy confesses, his lips closing around my nipple and he sucks hard a second before twirling his tongue around it. “Let me hear you…let me hear you cum for me. Moan, scream, cry…I want all of it, Sunshine!” he groans around a mouthful of my pebbled nipple; he drives his hips upward with vicious thrusts.

I drop down on him when he fucks up in to me and it’s perfect. “Charleston, I love your cock!” I scream at the top of my lungs, the sound of our privates connecting clap-clapping around the room; I moan when he bites down on my nipple, then soothes it with more twirling of his fan-fucking-tastic tongue. “Daddy…Charleston…FUCK! I can’t…I can’t!!” I cry out as I drop down onto him; I lean slightly forward so that his every penetration strokes his length along the flaming bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy and I ride him like a professional jockey. “Fuck me, Charleston! Fuck me like your woman! Take me! Make me yours!” I cry out as I ride him harder, take him so deeply that it hurts everywhere, but still push and pull his thickness along my channel until my orgasm tingles on the horizon. “Daddy! DADDY, I’M GOING TO CUM! YES, DADDY, YES! FUCK ME. FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER! FUCK ME UNTIL I CUM ALL OVER THAT MOTHERFUCKING PERFECT COCK!”

“Shayenne!” he gasps as he fucks up into me, but I’m lost.

I scream him name as my orgasm rips through me, I tell him that I love him and that I love his cock, then I tell him that I never want him to stop fucking me. I cum all over his cock, my pussy clenching painfully around him; I continue to ride him, I take him into my spasming channel, slide him from me, then ram him right back inside of me. I ride him until I feel the explosion of a second orgasm, white lights dancing behind my eyes, and this time I don’t scream his name; I call him what he is and always will be:

“DAAAAAAAAAADDYYYYYYYYYY!” I shriek and then I fall, my body weak.

“Fuck, Sunshine…fuck!” Daddy moans beneath me. “Sunshine, please…I need to cum.”

I try to open my eyes, but my lids are so head. I groan as he tries to move inside of me, but I’m dead weight above him. “Do what you need to do, Daddy…” I whisper sleepily, then I gasp as he slides to his right while pushing me to my left. I don’t open my eyes; I can’t; but I feel him moving on the bed. I moan when he lifts me to my knees, my ass in the air and my cum-soaked cunt ready for the taking. “Fuck me, Daddy…fill me with your cum.”

He moans as he sinks his cock into my tightness.

I feel him inside me, but I’m spent; I’m half asleep, but I moan for him.

Daddy drives into me, his tip hitting something so deep inside of me that I moan, again. “Yes, baby…” he moans, his hands gripping my hips in a way that will definitely leave a bruise; but he needs to hold me up since my body is totally wiped out of all energy. He drives into me, his hips smashing against my poor ass; he’s a madman in desperate need of an orgasm and he’s jack-hammering into me with inhuman speed, the tip forcing itself into my cervix. “I’m going to cum, Sunshine…I’m going to coat your pussy with my cum, baby…my pussy…this is my pussy!” he roars as he drives into me harder and harder before he stops to cry out; he grips my waist even tighter as the first shot of gooey warmth fills me, then he withdraws a second and rams it right back in with another quiver of his thigh muscles as more cum shoots into me. “I love your pussy, Sunshine…I love making love to you. Being inside of you…” he moans with another withdrawal before one final thrust as he coats my insides with the last of his orgasm.

We melt to the mattress and I’m asleep within seconds.

 

Another amazing story

 

Thanks so much.

 

Awesome !.....
Encore ..... please .... Whew!

 

Thank you, kindly! Part 4 will be posted 2 weeks from today.

 

Such a hot sexy story! Great job!

 

I appreciate that so much!

 

Big fan keep up the good work!

 

Thank you, kindly!

 

Hubba hubba , that was fan fucking hot
Looking forward to the next instalment

 

Wow grate story!

 

That was fucking awesome how long till part 4 I can’t wait

 

Thank you for all of the kind comments!

For those asking, part 4 Is cumming next Friday!

 

enjoyed it very much, keep it coming...

 

Thank you, kindly.

 

I read this day 1 and i had to blow my hot load 5x during the time i read it dam so hot bring on part 4 plz hurry hehe