DADDY'S LITTLE SLUT

CHAPTER 8

Marcus stayed buried inside me for a long moment, breathing hard against my neck, c**k still twitching as the last thick pulses of his c*m pumped into me. The table was slick under my ass—our mixed mess already dripping off the edge onto the floor. My legs were still spread wide, knees pulled up, cunt stretched and overflowing around him.

He pulled out slowly. I felt the rush of heat spill out of me in a heavy, filthy gush—his c*m, the stranger’s c*m, my own wetness all pouring onto the polished wood in a sticky white stream. It ran down the crack of my ass and pooled beneath me.

Marcus stared at it.

“Look at that,” he muttered, voice rough and dark. “Two loads leaking out of my daughter’s best friend’s cunt. You’re a f*****g mess.”

I reached down with both hands and spread my p***y lips open for him, showing him the red, used hole still gaping slightly, c*m oozing out in thick globs. “You made it messier,” I whispered. “I can feel both of you dripping out of me. It’s so f*****g filthy… I love it.”

He groaned like the sight hurt him. Then he dropped to his knees right there between my thighs, grabbed my hips, and shoved his face into my c*m-soaked cunt.

I cried out, back arching hard off the table. His tongue pushed inside me, thick and greedy, scooping out the mixture of c*m and swallowing it. He licked me open with long, dirty strokes, sucking on my swollen c**t, then f*****g his tongue deep again like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of me and the other guy combined. Wet, obscene sounds filled the dining room—slurping, moaning, the wet slap of his mouth on my messy p***y.

“f**k—Mr. Hale—yes—eat it—eat all that c*m out of me—”

He growled against my cunt and kept going, two fingers shoving in alongside his tongue, stretching me while he cleaned every drop he could reach. My thighs shook around his head. I came again, hard and sudden, squirting a little across his chin and lips while he kept licking through it like a man possessed.

When he finally stood, his mouth and jaw were shiny. He wiped the back of his hand across his lips, then grabbed me by the throat—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make me look at him.

“You’re going to walk around the rest of the day with both of us dripping down your thighs,” he said. “And every time you feel it, you’re going to remember who this cunt belongs to.”

I nodded, breathless. “Yes, Daddy.”

The word slipped out before I could stop it. His eyes flashed. For a second I thought he might bend me over again right there. Instead he stepped back, pulled his trunks up over his still-half-hard c**k, and looked toward the glass doors.

Lily was still under the umbrella, one arm over her eyes, either sleeping or scrolling on her phone.

Marcus’s voice dropped even lower. “Clean yourself up enough that she doesn’t see the puddle on the table. Then put those tiny bottoms back on. I want you sitting at dinner tonight with my c*m still inside you. Understand?”

“Yes.”

He watched while I slid off the table on shaky legs. c*m ran down both inner thighs in thick streaks. I grabbed a kitchen towel and wiped the table as best I could, then wiped between my legs—not enough to really clean, just enough so it wouldn’t leave obvious footprints. I stepped back into the soaked black bikini bottoms. They clung to me immediately, the fabric dark and sticky, outlining every swollen fold.

Marcus’s eyes stayed locked on the wet spot between my legs.

I walked up to him, pressed my body against his, and whispered right against his mouth, “Tonight I’m going to beg you to f**k me even dirtier. I want you to use every hole. I want you to leave me so full I can’t walk straight. And if Lily almost walks in again… I want you to keep going anyway.”

His hand slid down, cupped my messy cunt through the bikini, and squeezed hard enough to make me whimper.

“Go,” he said. “Before I bend you over the counter and give her something real to walk in on.”

I smiled, kissed the corner of his c*m-stained mouth, and walked toward the living room on trembling legs, feeling every filthy drop of both men slowly leaking out of me with every step.

Outside, Lily still hadn’t moved.

But the day was far from over.

And I was already dripping for round three.