DADDY'S LITTLE SLUT

CHAPTER 7

We came inside still damp from the pool. Lily tossed her towel over a chair and started pulling containers out of the fridge—leftover pasta salad, cold chicken, fruit. Marcus moved around the kitchen in silence, grabbing plates, his shoulders tight. I sat at the dining table in the tiny black bikini, legs crossed, feeling the slow, sticky trickle of the stranger’s c*m still leaking out of me every time I shifted.

Lily talked the whole time she plated food.

“Those guys were actually pretty fun. The tall one with the tattoos asked for my number. I might text him later. Vanessa, you disappeared for a while—everything okay?”

I took a bite of pasta and shrugged. “Just swimming. Needed to cool off.”

Marcus’s eyes flicked to me across the table. I held his gaze while I licked a drop of dressing off my thumb, slow.

Lily kept going. “Dad, you should’ve stayed out longer. You work too much even on vacation. We’re supposed to be relaxing.”

“I’m relaxed,” he said, voice flat. He wasn’t.

We ate. The conversation stayed light—Lily planning which bar they might hit tomorrow night, asking if Marcus still had the boat keys, complaining that the Wi-Fi was shitty this far from town. I answered when I had to. Mostly I sat there with my thighs pressed together, feeling filthy and full, watching the muscle in Marcus’s jaw jump every time I moved.

When the plates were empty Lily stood and stretched.

“I’m going back out. Sun’s perfect. Vanessa, come with me. We can tan and talk s**t about those guys.”

I stayed seated. “I’m good here for a bit. Still full. I’ll come out later.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t push. “Suit yourself. Don’t let Dad bore you to death.” She grabbed her towel and sunglasses and disappeared out the sliding door toward the pool. A minute later I heard the lounge chair creak as she settled under the big umbrella.

The house went quiet.

Marcus leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, staring at me.

“You’re flushed,” he said. “Have been since I got back. And you keep pressing your thighs together like something’s wrong.”

I uncrossed my legs slowly. The tiny black bottoms were darker right in the center, soaked through. A thin, shiny trail had slipped down the inside of one thigh.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I said softly. “I just got a little… distracted while you were on the phone.”

His eyes dropped between my legs. The air in the room changed.

“Distracted how.”

I stood, walked around the table, and stopped right in front of him. Close enough that he had to look up at me. I hooked my thumbs in the strings of the bikini bottoms and tugged them down just an inch, enough to show him the messy, swollen state of my cunt—pink, used, still glistening with someone else’s c*m.

“A guy swam over,” I whispered. “Hot. Young. He put his fingers in me under the water first. Then he pulled my bottoms aside and f****d me right there while Lily was across the pool. He was rough. Thick. Came inside me so deep I can still feel it leaking out.”

Marcus’s face went dark. His hands gripped the arms of the chair hard enough that the wood creaked.

“You let some random asshole f**k you in my pool.”

“I did.” I pushed the bottoms the rest of the way down and stepped out of them, completely bare from the waist down except for the tiny top. “And Lily saw the whole thing. She watched him stretch me open and fill me up. I came looking right at her.”

I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, rubbing my wet, c*m-slick cunt along the hard ridge in his swim trunks. “Are you mad, Mr. Hale? Mad that someone else got to use your little slut while you were gone?”

He moved so fast the chair scraped against the floor. One second I was in his lap, the next he had me bent over the dining table, cheek pressed to the wood, ass in the air. He yanked the bikini top down so my t**s spilled free, then shoved two fingers into my messy cunt without warning, pumping them hard.

“You filthy f*****g girl,” he growled. “Letting some stranger dump his load in you while my daughter watched.”

I moaned, pushing back onto his hand. “Yes— I was so wet for him— but I kept thinking about you the whole time—”

He pulled his fingers out, shoved his trunks down, and slammed his c**k into me in one brutal thrust. I cried out. He was thicker than the guy in the pool, longer, and he f****d me like he was trying to erase every trace of the other man. The table shook with every stroke. Plates rattled. My t**s dragged across the wood.

“This cunt is mine,” he snarled, hand fisting in my hair, yanking my head back. “You don’t give it away. You don’t let some kid fill it up. You save this tight little hole for me.”

“It’s yours—” I gasped, drooling onto the table. “f**k me harder— punish me— please—”

He did. He pounded me so deep it hurt in the best way, balls slapping against my c**t, the wet filthy sounds of my used cunt taking him over and over filling the room. He reached around and rubbed my swollen c**t roughly while he railed me.

“You gonna come on my c**k after letting that asshole use you?” he demanded.

“Yes— yes I’m gonna come—”

I shattered, cunt clamping down hard, another rush of slick and leftover c*m coating his d**k. He didn’t stop. He pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the table, shoved my knees to my chest, and drove back in even deeper. The new angle made me sob with pleasure. He leaned down and bit my n****e hard while he f****d me like an animal.

“Look at this messy little slut,” he muttered against my tit. “Dripping two different loads and still begging for more.”

I reached down and spread my p***y lips wider for him so he could watch his thick c**k disappear inside me. “Give me yours too— fill me up— I want both of you dripping out of me when Lily comes back in—”

That broke him. He slammed deep one last time and came with a low, broken groan, pulsing thick ropes of heat into me, mixing with whatever was already there. He kept thrusting through it, slow and filthy, pushing his c*m as deep as it would go.

When he finally stilled, we were both breathing hard. His c**k twitched inside me. A thick mix of c*m started to leak out around him onto the table.

Marcus looked down at the mess he’d made of me— bikini top shoved under my t**s, legs still spread, cunt red and overflowing— and exhaled like he’d just lost another fight with himself.

Outside, through the glass doors, Lily was still lying under the umbrella, unaware.

For now.