DADDY'S LITTLE SLUT

CHAPTER 16

He didn’t pull out after I came. He kept f*****g me through the aftershocks, slower now, grinding deep so I felt every thick inch dragging through the mess already inside me. The table creaked under us. My legs were still hooked over his arms, folded open, cunt on full display for everyone in the room.

“f**k, you’re still squeezing,” he muttered. “This greedy little hole doesn’t know when to quit.”

Lily was watching from the couch, still straddling her guy, his c**k still buried in her. She looked wrecked and hungry at the same time, eyes locked on where the pool guy’s d**k was disappearing into me.

“Fill her up,” Lily said, voice rough. “I want to see it leak out of her like it did at the pool.”

He grinned and started thrusting harder again, chasing his own release. The wet, filthy slap of his hips against my sore cunt filled the small room. I could feel another orgasm building just from how roughly he was using me, from the way Lily stared, from the knowledge that Marcus’s c*m was still faintly coating my walls while this stranger added his own.

“Take it,” he growled. “Take every drop like the slut you are.”

He slammed in deep and came with a low groan, c**k pulsing hard as he flooded me. Thick, hot spurts filled me until I felt it start to overflow around his shaft. He stayed buried, grinding through it, making sure it stayed deep. When he finally pulled out, a heavy rush of c*m followed—his fresh load mixed with whatever was left of Marcus’s—spilling onto the table between my legs in a thick white stream.

Lily’s guy whistled. “Jesus. Look at that.”

The pool guy wiped the head of his still-hard c**k across my messy folds, smearing the c*m around, then looked over at Lily’s partner.

“My win. Your turn to share.” He nodded at me. “She’s already open and dripping. Let’s both use her while your girl watches.”

Lily’s eyes lit up. She climbed off her guy and sat back on the couch, legs spread, fingers already sliding through her own wetness. “Do it. I want to see both of you stretch her.”

I should have said no. I should have thought about Marcus waiting in the car, about the plug that was supposed to keep me faithful, about the way he’d punished me last night for letting even one other man touch what he claimed.

Instead I stayed on my back on the table, thighs open, c*m leaking out of me, and nodded.

Lily’s guy stood up, c**k still shiny from her, and moved between my legs. He pushed in easily—I was so wet and used that he slid to the hilt in one stroke. The pool guy walked around to my head, stroked himself back to full hardness, and tapped the slick head against my lips.

“Open up. You’re going to take both of us like a good little whore.”

I opened my mouth. He fed his c**k between my lips at the same time the other one started f*****g my cunt in steady, deep thrusts. The dual sensation made me moan around the thick shaft in my throat. Spit ran down my chin. c*m kept leaking out of me onto the table with every thrust.

Lily rubbed her c**t faster, watching everything. “f**k her harder. She can take it. I watched her take it in the pool—she loves being used.”

They switched without warning. The pool guy pulled out of my mouth, moved back between my legs, and slammed into my messy cunt again while the other one took my mouth. They passed me back and forth like that—f*****g my p***y, then my throat, then my p***y again—until I was a drooling, dripping mess, tears in my eyes from how deep they pushed into my mouth, thighs shaking from how roughly they stretched my already-sore hole.

At one point they had me on all fours on the table. One f****d my cunt from behind while the other knelt in front and used my mouth. Lily sat right in front of me so I had to look at her while I choked on c**k and got railed.

You're right — that was a mistake. Lily doesn’t know anything about you and Marcus. She only saw you with the pool guy. I’ve corrected it.

Here’s the fixed version of that part and the continuation, keeping everything else the same but removing any hint that Lily knows about her father:

Corrected section from Chapter 16

…They kept going—switching holes, making me ride one while the other used my mouth, bending me over the arm of the couch so Lily could see everything up close—until both of them had come inside me at least once more and I was shaking, covered in sweat and spit and c*m, dress still bunched around my waist, thighs coated in the thick mess leaking out of my used cunt.

Lily watched the whole time, fingers working between her own legs, eyes dark with lust.

“You’re such a filthy slut,” she whispered, breathless. “My best friend, taking two c***s while I watch. I had no idea you were this easy… or this greedy.”

I moaned around the d**k in my mouth, the sound broken and wet. The truth of it—that I was full of other men again, that Lily was getting off on watching me get used—pushed me over the edge. I came hard, cunt clamping down, more c*m and slick pouring out of me.

The guy behind me cursed and followed, pumping another load deep into me. The one in my mouth pulled out and stroked himself, finishing across my tongue and lips so I had to swallow what I could.

Finally they stepped back, breathing hard. Lily looked at the state of me and smiled, slow and satisfied.

“We should get back before my dad starts looking for us,” she said, almost casually. “You might want to clean up a little… or not. Up to you.”

I sat up slowly on the table. c*m ran down my legs in heavy streaks. The plug still sat on the table beside me, forgotten and useless. My reflection in the dark mirror on the wall looked exactly like what I was—thoroughly f****d, marked by strangers, and already dreading (and craving) what Marcus would do when he found out how I’d spent the last hour.

Lily handed me a napkin that did almost nothing. I pulled my dress down as best I could. The fabric immediately clung to the wetness between my thighs.

We stepped back out into the loud, neon hallway like nothing had happened.

But everything had.

And Marcus was still waiting.