A college girl’s summer should be easy. Beachfront property in San Diego, piña coladas, sultry bikinis, tanning on the beach, volleyball games between you and your boyfriend versus your best friend and her boyfriend, raunchy ass poundings: the perfect summer vacation. Unfortunately, you found out a week before vacation that your boyfriend didn’t like pounding ass as much as he liked getting his own ass pounded, unless the ass he was pounding belonged to another dude.

You’d considered cancelling the trip, but Sara had convinced you otherwise. “Sulking on a beach is better than sulking at home. Plus, you’ll probably find better things to do on a beach than sulking!” Yeah, because listening to you squeal while getting your brains fucked out by David is much better than sulking… you grumbled to yourself as you unpacked your summer attire inside one of the two guest bedrooms. Even so, you couldn’t find it within yourself to refuse her, so you relented and allowed her to whisk you away.

Then was a knock on the door frame. You looked over your shoulder to. “Nice to meet you, I’m Sara’s father. I’ve heard quite a bit about you,” I started, extending my arm for a handshake. You reciprocated thinking to yourself that if David was a Manhattan skyscraper: sleek and polished with modern elegance, then I was more reminiscent of an English castle: rugged and towering with a regal steadfastness. Several minutes of chit-chat ensued. Your thumb caressed the back of my hand unnecessarily. My eyes lingered on your cleavage longer than they should have. But the moment soon passed, mostly because Sara was calling for me downstairs, and we parted ways for the time being.

That night you were supposed to get dinner and then go clubbing with Sara and David, but you weaseled your way out of it. Even I was gone in the evening, to your slight dismay. So you put on a movie, had a couple glasses of wine, then went to bed early, resolving that you’d make more of effort to improve tomorrow’s standing. But it was around midnight that you found yourself awake randomly, unsure as to why, until you heard a woman moan. You opened your door by just a crack, and peeked down the hallway only to notice that Sara and David’s door remained open. They hadn’t returned from the club just yet. So that meant-

You jumped, startled as the downstairs wooden bedframe banged against the wall. There was that all too familiar sound of hips colliding against one another. “Oh god, fuck me harder daddy,” you heard in a woman’s voice that wasn’t Sara’s before you retreated back into your bedroom, burying your head underneath the pillows. But even then, you could still hear the muffled moans and cries, until you couldn’t resist anymore and buried your right hand underneath your panties before fingering yourself until they finished before passing out as well.

The next morning you stepped out onto the bedroom balcony and caught sight of me walking out a petite, yet busty Asian woman out to a cab. You watched as I groped her ass one last time, kissed her on the neck before I opened the passenger door for her and helped her into the vehicle. I handed the driver several twenties before I patted the cab’s hood, watching the yellow automobile drive off into the distance. And then I looked back around, making eye contact with you. But instead of looking shocked or embarrassed, I merely smiled up at you amusedly, winked, waved and then walked back through the front door without so much as a word.

Later in the kitchen, you found me in the midst of making pancakes, eggs and bacon across several pans. You cough to get my attention, causing me to turn around with a smile, “Morning. Just making breakfast. Sara and her boyfriend are quite hung over from last night; comfort food would do them good.” You nodded, your eyes tracing the outline of my muscled arms from my shoulders to my hands as I stretched them over head with a yawn. When I finally dropped them to my side, your gaze followed, flickering to the slight bulge in my sweatpants before you glanced away.

I separated breakfast into four different plates, wrapping two of them in aluminum foil and placing them in the oven. Sara and David can’t be bothered to wake up, so the two of us start to eat. Halfway through, you finally clear your throat and mutter out with a nervous chuckle, “So you uh, have a good time last night?” Your thighs rub against each other beneath the tabletop, perhaps even against your will. It’s been so long, too long really.

“Quite.” I answer with a smile, but that’s all I say. You deflate dejectedly, skulk a bit as I get up and wash my own dish. You’re reaffirming to yourself that I’m not interested up until you feel both of my hands rest on your hips from behind. A gasp escapes your lips as my hands move their way slowly, as if savoring every section of skin until they rested just underneath your breasts.

“I know you were listening last night.” I whisper into your ear, followed with a kiss to the nape of your neck. “I’ll be back from my meeting at 7. Do what needs to be done.” With a single finger, I lightly flick one of your nipples upwards with a chuckle before I release you and leave for my bedroom.

Kinks for this prompt: daddy kink, dirty talk, big dicks, rough sex, hair pulling, kissing, begging, cumplay, breeding, face-fucking, light bdsm. I’d consider a possible incest twist if you wanted to play Sara instead.

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