“Have fun, Daddy!” I say and stand on my toes to give you a kiss. You smile, half with pride and half amused by how much you love me while you watch me walk out to the pool in the tiniest bikini you’ve ever seen. The baby pink strings look excellent against my skin. My perfect hourglass figure is padded with soft curves, my walk makes your cock stir in your jeans. Your trance is broken by the doorbell ringing. You greet your three best friends, Matt, Tyler, and Zach at the door. You all catch up a bit on the walk through the foyer as you head to the living room for the big game.
In the center of our beautiful living room is a long U-shaped sectional and matching ottoman that face an enormous television mounted on the interior wall. On the opposite wall are three large sets of French doors leading out to the patio and pool.
As you walk into the living room you see that I’m in the exact lounge chair you knew I would be in – the one directly in the middle of the far side of the pool, slightly angled, with my body perfectly on display for anyone in the living room. I’m glistening with suntan oil in the hot summer sun.
“Goddamn…” Matt cuts himself off when he sees me.
“Oh my god” says Tyler.
They all stop walking for a minute and just stare at me, then gather themselves and look at you laughing and bewildered.
“Jesus Christ, man, good for you” Zach says.
You smile and take your place in the middle leg of the sectional, you know your friends will want the perpendicular legs that let them look outside easily, and you allow them that, because you take pride in being a good host. Zach sits on the right, Matt on the left, and Tyler in the left corner, you all crack open beers, cheers, and relax as the game starts.
The glances away from the game and out to me become longer and the attempts to hide them from you less and less the more beers you all have. I pretend like I don’t notice, I don’t really, because of the glare off the glass, but I feel all four pairs of eyes on me.
You know the moment I get up from my lounge chair without turning to look, because your friends are all staring now and their breathing becomes slightly heavier. A few seconds later you hear the patio door in the kitchen and your own breathing changes. You’ve missed me, badly.
Zach blows a long trailing whistle as I enter the room. “Oh my gods”, “wows”, and numerous obscenities are muttered as I walk over with a tray of sweating beers for you.
“She’s fucking perfect, man” Matt says as I hand him one. You just smile.
“You boys alright?” I ask as I hand out beers.
“Better now” you say,
“Much” your friends agree.
“Awww” I say as I hop on your lap, my legs spread over you, arms around your neck and kiss you.
My skin feels hot from the sun, you pull me in closer and kiss me back hard, run your hands down my back, grab my ass, squeeze my thighs.
“Thank you for the beer, Princess” you say “but I could use something stronger.”
“Of course, Daddy, be right back!” My tits bounce as I hop up and give you one more kiss.
All eyes are on me as I prance out to the kitchen. You take a deep, satisfied breath, run your hand through your hair and lean back smiling as all eyes turn to you after I’m gone. Your friends usually never shut up but right now they’re just looking at you, mouths agape.
“She is so fucking hot” says Taylor finally.
“I know” you say.
“She smells incredible” Matt says. You all noticed him take a deep breath in when I walked past him.
“Did you see… when she was on his lap…?” Zach says.
Matt and Taylor nod. You smile bigger.
“So pink… looked so wet too oh my god” Taylor laughs.
“I would kill to be inside that” Zach says.
“Relax boys” you laugh as I walk back in.
I’m carrying a glass of tequila with one large ice cube and sit on your lap to present it to you.
“Good girl” you say as you take it from me, then hold it to my lips,
“Baby!” I giggle, realizing your move, you actually wanted it for me, you love it when I’m drunk. So I oblige and take a big gulp.
I turn and watch the game, feeling like I’ve interrupted, your friends do too and you all pretend like that’s where your focus is.
I’m nearly finished with my drink and you can tell I’m just how you like me. I’m sitting next to you with your right arm around me and my legs over yours. You lean over and start kissing me, lightly at first but increasingly intense. I lay back easily, your hands start pawing at my perfect body. You sense your friends staring, you love it. My left leg slipping off yours, leaving me spread nicely. You tug the bikini string at my back and my soft tits bounce free. You hear your friends grunt. Your left hand moves down between my legs, over the thin triangle of fabric. You love feeling how tiny I am compared to you.
“Daddy…” I start to protest,
“Good girl” is all you have to say, I surrender.
You rub my clit though the fabric and suck on my nipples, tug and bite them a bit. Your cock is straining against your jeans. You pick me up and lay me on my back on the ottoman, pull my soaked bikini thong from my curves, down my legs. You hold it to your nose for a minute, balled in your giant hand and breathe in. Then toss it to Zach. You’re standing between my legs so they’re forced spread wide.
“Guess what” you say to your friends,
“…what” they eventually answer, completely dumbfounded.
“I got her up to three fingers last night” you say. I blush, on my face and between my legs. Your friends are primally hungry now, leaning forward, rubbing at hard cocks through their own straining pants. You nod, giving them permission to unzip. The sound of three zippers and all eyes on me makes me gush. You lean down and part my lips
“let’s see if I can get her up to four, shall we?”
You start gently, with one massive finger parting my hot pink split and opening my little hole. You feel like the fucking man the way I’m looking up at you in front of your friends, and you are. Pride courses through you, you love your drunk little slut more than anything.
You slide in a second finger and my head lolls back in pleasure. I grind up and down on them as you fuck me with them faster and faster,
“Oh yeah she likes that” Matt laughs.
They’re all watching, unblinkingly, stroking their cocks to your girl.
You slide in a third and I shriek, I’m still sore from last night.
“Holy fuck” Taylor says as he leans closer to see me stretch.
“Mmmm. Good girl. Good fucking girl” you say as you ease them in deeper, getting them wet enough to slide easy.
My nails are dug into the ottoman and I’m staring up at you, panting. You start to fuck me faster and my little cunt sounds like a half full water bottle being shaken.
You slow, giving me a little break, then start to add a fourth.
“I don’t know, man” Zach says “she looks too tight…”
“Yeah” you agree “she’s tight as fuck but she’s a good girl” and you keep pressing all four fingers into me. I’m trying to slide further away, you clamp your other massive hand on my little waist to hold me in place. I grab onto your forearm and squeeze hard.
“Good girl” you tell me.
“The way she feels on my cock after I do this is out of this world” you explain to your friends, you feel bad but you want them to understand that the ends justify the means.
“Shit, just the way she’s looking at you right now, man…” says Matt.
You smile and force your fingers in finally. My nails are digging into your arm and I scream out.
I fight the pain for a while, your friends are on the edge, so are you. Eventually I go weak, that’s when you stop. You finally unzip and plunge your cock right into my throbbing cunt. You gasp.
“How’s it feel?” Zach asks,
“Fucking incredible” you laugh through ragged breaths. “Smooth… swollen tight… hot as fuck…” you say between thrusts inside your bitch “…and soaking wet” you finish saying just before you explode deep inside me with a loud “Ahhh!” and your friends finish too.
You lay on your back on the couch with me naked, asleep on top of you. Your nut leaks out from between my legs and onto your jeans, still warm from being inside your good girl while you watch the end of the game with your friends.