Daddy's Little Slut: 30 Steamy Daddy Tales

I woke up with the brightest smile plastered on my face, the thought of last night left a lasting happiness in me that I wasn't ready to let go, the ride home after the cinema was quiet, both of us in our thoughts, but I didn't care. I deserve him as long as no one finds out. I stretched, the silk sheets sliding over my hips, feeling a humming sensation in my lower belly that hadn't faded since the cinema. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the ghost of Silas's fingers inside me and the taste of his lips on my tongue. The sun was out and I needed to get myself drenched in the pool and maybe just maybe silas would be around to see me in just bikinis. The thought sent shivers down my body as I rushed to freshen up, I didn't bother with a robe. I slid into a tiny, emerald-green bikini that left nothing to the imagination, the thin strings digging into my skin. My pussy was already aching, a dull, insistent throb that demanded attention. When I stepped onto the patio with a cup of iced orange juice, the heat hit me like a physical wall. The pool shimmered, a turquoise mirror reflecting the cloudless sky. And there he was. Silas sat on the edge of a lounge chair, wearing nothing but navy blue swim trunks that clung to his muscular thighs. How lucky I am this past few weeks, He held a glass of iced coffee, his chest glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. He looked up, his brown eyes scanning me from my toes to my chest, lingering on the way my nipples peaked against the fabric. "You're finally awake," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Couldn't sleep," I replied, walking toward him with a slow, deliberate sway and jiggle of my ass. "Too much on my mind." "Is that so?" "You know exactly what's on my mind, Silas." I stopped inches from him. The scent of cedar and sun-warmed skin radiated off him. He set the glass down on the side table with a slow click. I took a gulp of mine and did the same. "We have to talk about what has been happening recently" I settled beside him, a fake confused look on my face. "What has been happening, please enlighten me?" I smirked as I trailed a finger down his sexy muscular chest. "What are you doing?" "We shouldn't be doing this here," he whispered, though his hand already reached out, gripping my waist and pulling me flush against him. "Who's watching?" I asked, a sudden boldness filling me as my voice dropped to a breathy tease. "No one. But the risk..." "The risk is the best part." I climbed onto his lap, straddling his thick thighs. I could feel him already-a hard, pulsing ridge straining against the nylon of his trunks. I let out a soft moan, grinding my soaked crotch against the bulge. "God, you're trouble, Amaya," he groaned, his hands sliding down to squeeze my ass, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. "Do you want me to stop?" He breathed in deeply, contemplating for just a second before he whispered "Don't you dare." He reached for the side of my bikini bottom, hooking a finger under the string and pulling it aside. He didn't waste time. His broad palm slammed against my pussy, the friction of the fabric causing me to arch my back and gasp,my face towards the sky, my eyes shut tightly in bliss. He rubbed my clit in a heavy, punishing rhythm, his thumb circling the swollen nub while his fingers pressed deep into my folds. "You're dripping," he muttered, his breath hot against my neck. "Just like in the theater." "I can't stop thinking about it," I whimpered. "I want it inside me. Now." Silas didn't need more prompting. He stood up with me still wrapped around his waist, his strength effortless. He backed me into the lounge chair, pressing me down onto the padded fabric. He ripped his trunks down in one fluid motion, freeing his cock. It sprang out, a massive, vein-ribbed pillar of heat, the head glistening with a thick bead of pre-cum. "Look at it," he commanded, his voice raw. I stared, my breath hitching. It looked even larger in the harsh daylight. I reached down, wrapping my fingers around the shaft, feeling the velvet skin and the iron-hard core. I slid my hand up to the crown, smearing the pre-cum over the flared head. "Please, Silas". "Fuck me!!" He gripped my thighs, hoisting them over his shoulders, and lined himself up, He psitioned his cock at my entrance, teasing me as he pulled in, then out. I was going insane. "SILASS!!" "Beg for it" "Please, Silasss, i need you.. I need your cock inside mee... PLEASE!!" With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me. "Ahh! Fuck!" I screamed, the sound echoing across the patio. He was so thick I felt my walls stretching to the breaking point. The sensation was overwhelming, a violent surge of pleasure that made my vision blur. He began to move, his hips slamming into mine with a rhythmic, wet thud. The sound of our bodies colliding-a fleshy, slapping noise-filled the air. "You're so tight," he gasped, his jaw clenched. "Fuck, you feel incredible." "Harder... please, just fuck me harder!" He obeyed, his thrusts becoming frantic. I could hear the squelching sound of my own juices mixing with his, a loud, shlicking noise that intensified with every plunge. My breasts bounced with the force of his movements, my nipples rubbing against his chest. He reached down, grabbing my breasts and squeezing them with a possessive hunger, his thumbs rolling over my nipples until I was sobbing with pleasure. "I'm going to... I'm going to come!" I wailed, my internal muscles clamping tight around him. "Do it, Amaya. Come for me." "Come for DADDY". A violent orgasm ripped through me, my pussy pulsing in waves of contractions that sucked him deeper. Silas let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he delivered three final, deep thrusts. I felt the hot, thick jets of his cum erupting against my cervix, filling me to the brim. We collapsed together on the chair, our skin slick with sweat and fluids. He stayed inside me for a long moment, his chest heaving. "We can't let anyone find out about this," he whispered, his voice returning to that gravelly, cautious tone. "I know," I breathed, leaning up to kiss him. "My mom, Lucas... they can't know." "If they found out, it would destroy everything." "Then it's our little secret. Just you and me." He smiled, a small, dangerous curve of his lips. "I can live with that." I slid off him, the excess cum leaking down my inner thigh in a sticky trail. I felt floaty, satisfied, and completely emboldened. "I'm going to freshen up," I said, giving his cock one last squeeze as he pulled his trunks back up. He sat up as he pulled me into a deep sensational kiss. I walked back into the house, grinning from ears to ears. the cool air of the air conditioning hitting my damp skin. I didn't bother putting my bikini back on properly; I just draped a towel over my shoulders. I entered the master bathroom, the scent of expensive soap and vanilla filling the room. I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the scent of sex and chlorine. As I stepped out of the shower, dripping wet and completely naked, I reached for a towel. I didn't hear the door open. "Enjoying the view?" I spun around, a gasp escaping my lips. Lucas was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, a smug expression on his face. He wasn't looking away. His eyes traveled slowly down my body, lingering on my wet breasts and the damp curls between my legs. "What the fuck are you doing in here, Lucas?" I snapped, clutching the towel to my chest, though it barely covered anything. "Get out! Now!" He didn't move. Instead, he walked inside my room and stood inches away from me. he pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen. "You're always so loud, Amaya. Even in a movie theater." My heart stopped. He turned the screen toward me. It was a video. Grainy, but unmistakable. It was in the back row of the cinema. It showed everything-my hand guiding Silas's, the way I arched my back, the sound of my muffled moans, and the sight of Silas's cock sliding into my mouth. "Where did you get that?" I whispered, my voice trembling, shock in my eyes. "That's not all," he said as he showed me another video of the sex I just had with silas. "I have my ways," Lucas smirked. "I saw you two sneaking around. I figured I'd wait for the right moment to collect." "Delete it. Delete it right now!" I stepped toward him, my anger flaring. He stepped back, holding the phone high. "And why would I do that? This is my insurance policy. Imagine the look on Mom's face when she sees her precious daughter sucking her husband's cock. Or better yet, imagine the whole school seeing the 'perfect' Amaya getting fucked by a man old enough to be her father." I felt a cold wave of terror wash over me. My mother would be devastated. My reputation would be incinerated. This can't be happening. "What do you want?" I asked, my voice shaking. Lucas's expression shifted. The smugness turned into something darker, something predatory. He looked me up and down, his gaze heavy with a lust that felt entirely different from Silas's. Silas was passion; Lucas was power. "I'm tired of being the invisible son in this house," Lucas said, his voice dropping. He stepped closer, the smell of mint and something metallic clinging to him. "I think it's time we had our own little arrangement." "I'm not doing anything with you." "You will," he countered, his thumb hovering over the 'send' button. "Unless you want the world to know exactly how you spend your holidays." I stared at him, trapped. The power dynamic had shifted in a heartbeat. I was no longer the predator; I was the prey. "What do you want from me?" I asked again, a tear pricking my eye. Lucas smirked, a slow, cruel expression. He reached down and unzipped his jeans, his cock springing out. It wasn't as massive as Silas's, but it was rigid and demanding. "Go on your knees," he commanded, his voice a sharp snap. "Suck my cock. Right now." I froze, my breath hitching in my throat. "I said now," he repeated, his eyes narrowing as I fell to my knees, my towel slipping away. "You're my pet now, Amaya. And pets don't talk back. They obey."