The loud crash as the door slammed woke me up. I thought I was just dreaming of a truck slamming into me when I heard another boom that pulled me out of my slumber.

“Ouch!” The harsh whisper revealed it to be Chanel.

“Chanel,” I sat up and turned on the lamp. “What the hell is going on? Are you drunk?”

Chanel’s smokey grey eyes glittered with inebriation and naughtiness. “I didn’t have too much to drink. I only had three, four, six shots and a couple of Maaaaaaiiii Taaaaaiiiis.”

She giggled into a fit of laughter, lost her balance, and fell on the couch, narrowly missing the sharp corner of the nightstand.

I couldn’t believe she’d done this. She’d actually stormed away from me on the dance floor, and coped with her frustration the wrong way.

“Six shots!?” That terrified me. Thank God she made it back to the room. “You’re a sloppy drunken mess. Come on, young lady.”

She’d knocked over a few things on the way to the bed, but nothing was badly damaged, just messy. I had to get her sobered up, maybe with a cold shower, before things got out of control. If Axel or Rose found out about this… shit.

Have you ever tried to get a drunk, horny co-ed to shower? Chanel was supposed to be responsible for an 21 year old girl, but apparently she’d gotten carried away.

“Love, we’ve got to get you into the shower,” I said. “Your clothes are soiled, and you’re sticky. You’re not getting in bed like this.”

I helped her to the shower. On the way, she whined and pouted, and even asked for more alcohol. My ears absolutely burned when she begged to be a good girl if I would give her another drink. There was a salacious, kinky tone to it that I could not ignore.

“Absolutely not, young love.” I said. This was not the peaceful Saturday night I had planned.

“Please, Daddyyyyyyyy.” She moaned to me in a bratty little tone that dropped low enough to stir my cock.

“No.”

My mind begged for her to stop, but my soul craved for her to continue begging in that cock-stirring tone.

I couldn’t believe her, but I couldn’t believe myself either. She never called me daddy, and while she was gorgeous, she was off limits.

I won’t say I never harbored thoughts of fucking her. I spent a good amount of time rubbing one out the moment I got back to the room when it was firmly decided we couldn’t cross those boundaries. I’ll also say I indulged in those thoughts whenever she’d left the room to go explore the white sand beach or drink at the bar alone.

But there was something about her desperate little beg, the sexy way her tits bounced, and the lightness of being in her giggle that made my 35 year old cock curious to explore every inch of her. The wanton, free vibes she gave off, coupled with the way her eyes narrowed intoxicated me.

Stop it Hunter. This is your best friend’s sister in law. Or something like that. She’s had too much to drink, and you’re too intelligent to let the caveman inside you take over.

I escorted her into the bathroom, started her shower for her, and brought her some pajamas before getting back to bed. I avoided looking at her because I didn’t need to be tempted in her state of undressed vulnerability.

“Thank yooou.”

“You’re welcome.”

I settled back into bed, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep, shake off my desire, and start the next day refreshed. We would’t discuss this with her sister, but I’d lecture her about her drinking, and make her clean up the mess she’d made coming in drunk the middle of the night.

But my best-laid plans meant nothing, because thoughts of those bouncy tits danced through my mind.

I was riveted by the sweet curves of her body, and being so close to her on the dance floor didn’t help me. I’d had a nice buzz from my own drinks, and maybe I gave the wrong impression when I sang in her ear.

The deal was to keep my hands off of her body, but she had been sleeping next to mine every night… and that’s when I realized how badly I missed pussy.

This was not the sex-free, tranquil, relaxing vacation I assumed it would be. Especially when I had to hear the sweet sounds of fucking going on around me.

Tempted to touch, tempted to touch.

“Yes?” I called, eyes closed.

“You still awake?” Her voice was bubbly, even in the middle of the night. It made my cock tingle, and I was already doing my damnedest trying to keep this erection from pushing full-throttle.

“Yes.”

She opened the door and I could see her shadow in the darkness. Damp, wavy hair tumbled down her back as she attempted to be clandestine and casual about her entrance.

She hesitated to get in the bed. It was fucking weird.

“Yes?” I looked at the shadow on the side of the bed.

“I can’t sleeeeeep.” Her syrupy whine only further exacerbated my attempts to extinguish the desire in my cock. Even feet away from her, I could smell the mixture of vodka and…

… Skin. Sweet, musky, skin that smelled like Saturday night and whipped cream. She smelled good. Really good.

I started to protest, but she jumped in the bed next to me, landing squarely in her spot, and then inching closer.

She curled up under me and breathed in melodramatic despair. “I just don’t want to have any nightmares…”

I sighed and figured she could have her way, especially since it would ensure she’d stay out of trouble and avoiding knocking over any other shit in the room.

“You can’t move. You have to stay here all night. I’m going to hold onto you so I feel safe.”

God, did she have to say that? It was so girlish, vulnerable, and sexy. What man doesn’t like when a woman says he’s strong and protective?

“Is that okay?” She purred.

Her stiletto nails gently caressed the goosebumps of my arm to life. My heart picked up a level of speed that would make it even harder to sleep.

“Fine.”

“Thanks Hunter.” The way she dragged my name out on her lips made me ball my hand into a fist.

“No problem.”

I closed my eyes, laid stiff on my back, face straight to the sky, fighting the need to stroke my cock with a drunk 21-year old girl with great tits who smelled like she needed her cunt split open laying next to me.

The tent in the sheets was obvious, so I’d have to take care of it, but I was scared to move until she’d passed the hell out.

It was silent for five minutes. I thought I heard light snoring. I was about to grab my cock, and get to stroking when I heard, “Hunter?”

“Yes, Chanel?”

“I’m sorry I got drunk tonight. I just wanted to have fun.”

“It’s okay, love.”

“…Hunter?”

The hesitation in her voice had me on edge. I swear if this girl didn’t let me nut and sleep…

“Yes?”

“I have to say something…”

Eyeroll. Deep breath. Sigh.

“Yes, Chanel?” The bite in my tone was getting obvious.

“I want to suck your cock.”

My eyes bugged. My cock jerked with an almost painful desire.

“Chanel, that’s inappropriate.”

“But it’s true. I’ve heard some women at the pool talk about your cock and how huge it looks.”

I felt her breasts press up against me. Hard nipples pushed into my torso and I groaned. The Devil was a liar. This wasn’t fucking happening.

“Can I suck it, Daddy?” She whispered. “Can I suck your big, hard cock?”

My eyes rolled as tension coiled in the shaft of my cock. Good fucking grief, what it felt like to have a sultry and sweet goddess, drunk and wet, begging to suck my cock.

I fixed my lips to say no.

“Yes.”

F.U.C.K.

I said no.

My mouth said yes.

“Come on, sexy girl. Get wild and suck daddy’s cock.”

I couldn’t determine what species of demon invaded my body and fished my cock out. But before I knew it, I’d freed myself and held my cock at the base while pushing the top of Chanel’s head - this big-tittied beauty begging to suck my meat - to meet me where she belonged.

Between my legs with her mouth stuffed full of my 9.5 inch cock.

She planted kisses all over my cock. “Daddy’s cock is soooo special. I’m going to love and kiss it all night long.”

Her tiny hands found my balls and I felt those perky little lips pucker up and kiss each of them individually before sliding her tongue up its seam.

I groaned. That was a luscious lick she’d given me. It went up the nutsack to the tip of my cock, which was sticking straight in the air with fluid leaking from the tip. Dipping her tongue in the piss-slit, she swirled its tip in the hole and lapped up salty slide of pre-cum pushing through the shaft and dribbling off the top.

“Naughty girl… go ahead and suck on me like you told me you would.”

She obediently opened her mouth, unhinging her jaw like a fucking snake, and swallowed me whole. This wasn’t the time to ask how she’d gotten such expert practice. I just wanted to feel her suck me whole and deep while I let my cock revel in the experience.

I reached down, angling my fingertips to reach her nipples. They were hard and tightened further under my caress and touch. They felt soft and heavy in my hand, angelic and sinful at once.

“Pinch them hard.” She commanded, her voice a breathy whisper. I complied and pinched them, one at a time, eliciting moans from her that sounded naughtier than any Playboy or Pornhub model. Her tits continued to bob and sway as she continued sucking me.

I leaned back, relaxed, keeping hold of one, and allowing my hips to move up and down as she continued to suck me. With every passing moment, her throat was getting wetter and wetter. She suctioned me with gusto, moaning as her head bobbed up and down.

I clicked the lamp switch, turned on the light for a better look. Her smoldering eyes were bold, filled with drunken lust as they looked me squarely in the eye. She was unashamed of her hunger for my cock, and I was stunned to see how ravenous she was.

“I’ve wanted to suck your cock ever since I accidentally saw you in the shower,” she confessed. “I fingered my pussy earlier when you left. I fantasized about being on my knees and pleasing you, swallowing your cum right here in Jamaica.”

I moaned and pumped her fist with my cock even more, heated up by her saucy confession. I growled as she let her tongue stroke the underside of my shaft. Her lips sucked my length for a few more minutes before I pushed her off to avoid cumming erratically, and ordered her on the bed.

She looked at me, lips wet with saliva, tits drizzled with it too. Her breasts had huge almond-colored areolas, just perfect for tasting. I dipped my head between her breasts pushing them together to drown myself in pillows. The soft skin in her cleavage smelled sweet and powdery, with a hint of spice. I stuck out my tongue, dragged it along her lightly salted skin, tasting her with a passion that surged through my body.

Her nipples looked like ripe berries, waiting to be nibbled for their juice. She tossed her head back and moaned as I sucked on them, determined to make her moan for me like she’d been moaning earlier. I wanted to hear those sweet whimpers pepper the air, because they’d be only a sample of what was to come when I sank my cock into her.

“Oh Daddy, yes! Suck my fucking tits!” She cried. “Suck my tits and make my pussy wet. I’m soooooo wet for your cock right now!”

“Are you?” I slipped my fingers down between her creamy thighs, and gasped at how slick and wet she was. She was drenched like she’d had a bucket of sweet nectar to release. Chanel’s sexy eyes were mere slits as she grit her teeth and took the smooth penetration of my fingers in her cunt, exploring every inch of her waxed cunt.

I hit that familiar little knub inside her body, the tiny area every woman had that made them quiver and explode with delight. As I crooked my finger and stimulated her G-Spot, Chanel screamed and creamed all over my hand. As her orgasm subsided, I stuck two fingers in my mouth and tasted the salty-sweet flavor of her pussy.

Mmmm. Delicious.

“You ready for Daddy’s cock inside you?”

“Yes…” Her voice was nearly breathless.

Dick harder than a diamond, I positioned myself between her legs. The space between her thighs was a gushy, beautiful mess. I’d never seen pussy so wet just from sucking my dick and a little fingerfuck. Cream coated her opening, like a Twinkie had exploded.

My pulse quickened as I thought of the forbidden aspect of this. My best friend and his fiancé were doors away, assuming we were sleeping, totally clueless to the fact that this sexy little kitten was about to get every inch of this dick – and love it.

Wicked shudders shot through me as I slapped my cock on her clit. Pushing her leg up for a better aim, I pushed the head in slowly. She gasped and I sighed at the sensation. The penetration brought a sense of relief to the both of us. I couldn’t escape how unbelievably tight and succulent the pink flesh of her pussy was. Her pussy sucked me in, nearly giving me the deep throat sensation she’d provided earlier.

“Oooh, baby. Fuuuuuuuuck.” My cuss dragged out slowly as I slowly slid into her, the bed creaking underneath us. “Baby, your pussy feels so good.”

Her breath hitched at my reaction to her pussy. She squirmed and wiggled underneath my body, and begged me, “Daddy fuck my tight, slutty pussy…”

I looked at her expressions as we fucked. Her eyes would squeeze shut and suddenly flutter open; she’d tune in and out as she felt my thick stick swirl around in her. Her cunt walls rippled with pleasure as she moaned, groaned, and continued to beg me to go deeper and deeper in her.

Plunging myself deeper and deeper into her wet gash, I rolled my eyes in ecstasy as I experienced the magical way she gripped my length, squeezing me with fervent need. This cunt was fantastic, it fit me like a glove, and was perfectly designed to grip and suck up all my seed.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good on my cock… That’s right, give me every inch of that pussy. Don’t hold back, give me every wall in that pussy. Daddy can feel every one of your walls, and your tight little pussy feels so good…”

Chanel moaned, writhed, and continued to cry, tears of joy running down her face as she praised my cock and told me I was “the best fuck ever with big Daddy cock.”

She looked at me, her eyes blissfully low and dark with desire. “Daddy, fuck me doggystyle.”

I pulled out, eager to please. Gesturing her to lead the way, I said, “Say no more.”

Chanel was a little less drunk, and still not quite sober, yet she was still full of life. She popped up, and turned on all fours. She grabbed the edge of the mattress and tooted her nicely tanned ass in the air. Each butt cheek was soft and cushy, like two soft pillows scented with the tempting fragrance of sweet cunt.

I slapped her cheeks, squeezing them with my hands for pleasure. I loved the way my hand prints looked in her ass.

Pushing myself against her tight cunthole, she screamed for me to put it in and I slammed into her, pumping with the frenzy of a crazed madman. There was something otherworldly about fucking her at this angle.

Feeling macho and domineering, I reached forward and clasped her neck with my hands, choking her. I squeezed lightly, just enough for her to get that orgasmic lightheaded feeling that would send her over the moon.

“Ooooooh. Fuck.”

Her soft moans of surrender let me know I was choke-stroking her right, as did the thunderous ripple that pushed through her body as I felt her cunt convulse on my cock.

I released my grip on her neck and grabbed her hips, determined to bury myself to the hilt in her cunt after a few rapid strokes of my own. Her pussy sucked and gripped on my cock, making it impossible for me to keep myself from nutting. I bellowed loudly and released the hot load of nut churning in my balls.

Cum spewed from the head of my cock like a geyser. I felt the violent jerks of my shaft as spasm after spasm sent the cum into her pussy, which continued to suck it up like a vacuum.

We continued to come in unison, until we were spent and our legs wouldn’t work. When it was over, I pulled out of her, and kissed her forehead. I don’t know why, I just… we had just fucked so savagely I needed to top it with a little tenderness.

“Thank you Daddy…”

She was snoring before I even turned off the light. I looked down at her, a sexy inebriated mess, and kissed her cheek.

“Night, love.”