DADDY'S LITTLE SLUT

CHAPTER 15

The guy under Lily didn’t stop. He gripped her hips harder and f****d up into her while she watched me finger myself. Then he flipped her onto her hands and knees on the narrow couch, yanked her dress the rest of the way up, and slammed back into her from behind. The wet slap of his c**k driving into her cunt filled the little room. Lily moaned loud, face pressed to the cushion, ass bouncing with every thrust.

I stayed against the door, dress bunched around my waist, three fingers buried in my dripping p***y, thumb rubbing tight circles on my c**t. The thick plug I’d taken out earlier lay on the small table beside me, still shiny with Marcus’s dried c*m. Every time I pushed my fingers deeper I thought about how he’d locked that load inside me all day… and how I was about to ruin it.

Lily’s stranger pulled out, spun her around so she was on her back with her legs over his shoulders, and drove back in deep. He f****d her hard and fast in that position, then slower with her ankles on his shoulders, then pulled her into his lap so she could ride him reverse, facing me the whole time. Her t**s bounced free. Her eyes stayed locked on my hand moving between my legs.

“Keep going,” she gasped. “Don’t you dare stop fingering that slutty little hole—”

The door opened without warning.

The pool guy stood there, arms crossed over his chest, a slow filthy smirk spreading across his face as he took in the scene—Lily impaled on a c**k, me with my dress up and fingers shiny inside my cunt, the used plug sitting right there on the table.

“Well, well,” he said, voice low and amused. “What do we have here? One hard d**k and two tight little p*****s. You girls need another one?”

He stepped inside and shut the door behind him with a soft click. The lock turned. My stomach dropped and flipped at the same time. He walked straight toward me, eyes dragging over my spread thighs and the wet mess I’d made of my hand.

I tried to pull my dress down. “I— I shouldn’t—”

He caught my wrist, gently but firmly, and guided my wet fingers back between my legs. “You already are. Look at you. Dripping all over the floor while you watch your friend get f****d. Don’t pretend you don’t want it.”

“Marcus…” I whispered, almost to myself.

He chuckled. “Whoever that is isn’t here. I am.” His hand slid up my bare thigh, thumb brushing the edge of my soaked folds. “Let me in. Or are you only brave when you’re getting railed in a pool?”

The other guy slowed his thrusts into Lily but didn’t stop. He looked over at us, grinning. “She’s tight as f**k, man. You’re missing out.”

The pool guy’s eyes flicked to him, then back to me. A new idea lit up his face.

“Tell you what,” he said. “Let’s make it interesting. Bet. Whoever makes their girl come first wins. Loser buys the next round of drinks… or maybe just watches the winner f**k both of them.”

Lily moaned at the words, grinding down harder on the c**k inside her. The thrill shot straight through my cunt. My fingers were still moving almost on their own. The idea of being used like that—of racing to come, of Marcus’s c*m still faintly coating my walls while a different man tried to claim me—made me so wet I felt it run down to my ass.

I looked at the plug on the table. Marcus’s plug. Marcus’s c*m. Marcus’s rules.

Then I looked at the thick outline in the pool guy’s jeans and the way Lily was already shaking on the edge.

“Okay,” I whispered. “You’re on.”

His smirk turned predatory. He unzipped, pulled out the same thick c**k that had stretched me in the water, and stroked it once while staring at my open p***y.

“Then get on the f*****g table,” he ordered. “Legs spread. I want to see how fast I can make this little slut come.”

I climbed onto the low table on my back, dress still around my waist, thighs falling open. The plug rolled against my hip. He stepped between my legs, rubbed the swollen head of his c**k up and down my dripping slit, collecting the wetness, and then pushed in with one long, hard thrust.

I cried out. He felt just as thick as I remembered—maybe thicker now that I was already sore from Marcus. He didn’t start slow. He hooked my knees over his elbows, folded me almost in half, and started pounding me in deep, punishing strokes that made the table creak.

Across the room Lily’s guy matched his pace, f*****g her harder, both of them watching us while they chased the bet.

“f**k—she’s even wetter than the pool,” the guy inside me groaned. “This cunt’s been used already today, hasn’t it? Still loose and creamy for me.”

I moaned, fingers digging into his forearms. “Yes— I was full of another man’s c*m all day— he plugged it inside me—”

“And now you’re giving it to me anyway.” He laughed darkly and slammed deeper. “Filthy f*****g girl.”

He reached down and rubbed my c**t in rough, fast circles while he railed me. The dual sensation was too much. Lily was moaning louder on the couch, clearly close. The race made everything sharper—every wet slap, every filthy word, every time one of them glanced over to check who was winning.

“Come on my c**k,” he ordered, voice tight. “Come before she does. Show me that slutty little p***y knows who can use it better.”

I was already there. The stretch, the angle, the fact that Lily was watching me get f****d again, the leftover ghost of Marcus’s c*m being f****d deeper by someone else—it all crashed together. I came hard, cunt clamping down, a rush of slick pouring out around his d**k while I sobbed with pleasure.

Lily’s cry of release followed only seconds later.

The pool guy grinned down at me, still buried deep, still hard.

“Looks like I win,” he said. “Now be a good girl and take the rest of this load… and then maybe we’ll both use you while your friend watches.”

He started thrusting again, slower, deeper, determined to fill me right there on the table while the plug that was supposed to keep me faithful rolled uselessly against my hip.