Chapter 7

Heather

I’m intoxicated by him.

He’s a powerful man whose face I’ve never seen, but he’s made me come and writhe and moan his name. He’s made me promise to be his for the weekend, and if he asked it, at this point I might even promise to be his for longer than that.

This isn’t what I expected. I’d figured I’d eventually work up the confidence to fuck someone, but this?

I’m wild, and free, and he’s the one who did this to me.

I lie against his chest and listen to his heartbeat, a steady tha-thump beneath me. His dick, hard again, is trapped between us, a reminder of what we shared last night. I move against him, gently, a circular motion, barely noticeable.

“Careful, girl,” he says.

I gulp and look up at him. His lips are inches from mine, and his eyes bore into mine above the rims of his matte-white mask.

Motion draws my focus to the beach chair beside us. A masked man lies down and two naked women join him. Everything is exposed, apart from their faces. They kneel either side of him. One kisses him, the other fumbles with the tie on his shorts.

“Do you want to leave?” Daddy asks me.

I shake my head. I want to see it. I blush at that particular realization. This is beyond naughty. It fascinates me.

The women ignore us. The blonde finally gets his dick out of his shorts and doesn’t waste a second. She locks her lips over his head and sucks on it, moaning as she does.

The brunette kissing him looks up and smiles. She gets up and steps over the chair, lines herself up with his face.

I’m tense all over, waiting for what happens next. My pussy is already clenched tight.

The brunette sways from side to side, capturing the man’s gaze with her own, even as the blonde strokes his dick and sucks, noisily.

He grins up at the brunette and crooks a finger.

She lowers herself and presses her pussy to his face, gripping the pole of the umbrella behind his chair for leverage. She places her other hand on his forehead, then rocks back and forth and fucks his face, leaving wetness on his lips, his chin, the tip of his nose.

I can’t tear myself from what’s happening. I can’t possibly tighten any more than I already have. I spare a glance for Daddy.

He watches them, too, and his dick pulses against my bikini bottoms. Two layers of fabric between us and we might as well be naked. I’m ready for him, but I can’t work up the courage to say it out loud.

The blonde chokes on the man’s dick, grins and wipes dribble from her bottom lip. She gets up, turns around, and sits down, guiding his cock to her entrance. She slides it inside and he groans against the brunette’s pussy lips.

The noises intensify – grunts and groans, the wet slap of flesh, and the soft gasps. I want it, too. I want all of that, but with Daddy.

I lick my lips and meet his gaze. I’m not even sure how to suggest it.

Daddy grasps my elbows and helps me sit up, then stand.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, and glance at the trio beside us. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to miss a second of this. I’ve already wet the golden triangle between my legs.

“You,” he replies, then stands, too. He strips off his slacks, then rips down my bikini bottoms, and runs a hand over the curve of my ass cheek. He slaps it once.

I shudder at the sharp pain. “Now?” I ask.

“Bend over,” he says. “Knees on the chair.”

I follow his instructions, right away. I get up on the chair, and my breasts pop free of the bikini top. I’m past caring. I lean my forearms on the back of the chair and rest my head on them, look over at the threesome.

They’ve already changed positions.

The blonde lies on her back, the brunette between her legs, eating her pussy, sucking her clit, running fingers between her lips and probing her, all while the masked man fucks her from behind, watching.

I breathe hard, look back over my shoulder at Daddy.

He’s naked, and his dick puts the other man’s to shame. He’s thick and already dripping. He steps up to me, but doesn’t enter me. He drops out of sight.

I gasp. “Oh, god!”

His tongue sweeps between my pussy lips. He inserts it inside me and eats, feasts. God, he’s everywhere, his fingers digging into the meat of my ass, his lips sucking on my clit now, tongue circling it.

I arch my back and rock along to this fresh new indulgence. Each caress of his tongue sends shocks of electricity through my core. I shiver and my nipples pucker.

Next to us, the blonde writhes on the beach chair. She grips a handful of the brunette’s hair and thrusts her hips upward. “I’m coming,” she cries out.

The brunette doesn’t let up, merely moans and drinks down more of her flavor, smacks her lips.

I’m close, too. Daddy’s lips and tongue are expert. They circle my clit and probe my folds, my entrance. He slurps and sucks again, and I rocket toward my first orgasm of the day. Somehow, I know there will be many more.