Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2008 10:16:15 -0800 (PST) From: Sky Subject: Daddys lil ho, part 5, Discovered All the usual warnings apply. Be 18+. If you don't like it don't read it. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to real life occurrences are strictly coincidental. Daddy's lil Whore Part 5 Discovered So here I am at the beach with my Daddy and my fuck buddy pretend daddy, Michael, at the beach catching rays and playing in the surf with Michael's load of daddy cream still in my boy pussy. Most of the afternoon I was off in the water playing. I did make friends with a couple kids there. Daddy and Michael watched me from afar as they talked on and on about everything, including me. Daddy told Michael about how he and mommy dated, had sex, got pregnant, and she left him. Michael seemed sincere in his discussion with Daddy, though I think his major interest was in me. As I played on the beach in my little bikini swimsuit I would look over to Daddy and Michael to see Michael looking at me. When it came time to leave the beach I was a little sad I didn't get to be with Michael a second time. He walked Daddy and me to our car. "Say Michael, you live in the city right?" Daddy asked. "Yeah," Michael replied questioningly, "Over in Elmhurst. Why?" "How would you like to come over tomorrow night for dinner? Nothing fancy, just us guys, a pizza, some brews, and the game." I was aghast. Daddy liked Michael, enough to be friends with him. That would mean I would get to see him more often. Thank goodness I had put my shorts back on because my little bone got stiff again. "That sounds great. Looking forward to it. Can I bring anything?" Michael inquired. "Yeah man, you're in charge of the beer," Daddy said with a laugh. I was so excited. Now if I could just think of a way to be alone with Michael again so that he could fuck me. Daddy and Michael exchanged information then shook hands and patted shoulders making their parting gesture. This was my first real encounter with a man friend of Dad's so I thought I should set the tone. I went right up to Michael giving him a big hug around the waist. Michael mussed my hair and gave me a pat on the back as I hugged him. I could feel his big cock getting hard in his suit as it pressed against my chest. That just made the hug that much more special. Daddy and me got into the car. As we drove off we waved to Michael until he was out of sight. Once we got onto the highway I started to really relax. "You look tired little buddy. Why don't you shut your eyes and try to take a nap on the way home?" Drowsily I replied, "Okay Daddy." I must have nodded right off because it only seemed like a few minutes later when we were home. Still really groggy, Daddy guided me into the house. On the couch sat my bear. I ran over to the couch snatching up my bear then plopping myself onto the couch. Daddy turned on some cartoons for me then went to put away our things from the beach. A few minutes later he popped his head into the living room. "Hey kiddo, are you hungry?" I just looked up at him and nodded. Daddy smiled as he asked, "How does spaghetti sound?" I gave Daddy a big smile and hugged my bear. He left me there to enjoy my shows until dinner was ready. I got up for a few minutes to use the bathroom. As much as I didn't want to let it go, Michael's load had to come out. By the time we were sitting and eating dinner I was back to full charge. Daddy and I chatted about the day and what fun we had. "You really seem to like Michael, babyboy." "I do Daddy. He was very nice to me on the plane. Do you like him too, Daddy?" "We had a good talk and I do like him, honey. He and I have a lot in common." I don't know if I was being overly exuberant about Michael but Daddy kept looking at me as if something was up. I tried to down play it, but my boy pussy just started to itch every time Michael was mentioned. After dinner Daddy ordered me upstairs to get showered and into my pajamas. I didn't pause but went right up to the bathroom and got in. While in the shower I got all the sand out of the nooks and crannies of my body, paying special attention to my bottom. I soaped up really good then pressed two of my fingers into my hole. Oh it felt so good. How I wished that I could figure out a way to get Daddy to fuck me. I just knew he was big and he would be good. The shower curtain opened. Completely startling me. There stood Daddy in his boxers as I stood under the spray of the shower with two fingers in my pussy. I pulled them out quickly hoping Daddy hadn't noticed as soon as I had realized the curtain had been pulled back. "Hey sport, are you going to save your old man some hot water? You aren't the only one with five pounds of sand up his ass." OMG, did that mean that Daddy did see me fingering myself? "Come on, if you are all soaped up rinse off and get out." I giggled. Then I realized I was standing naked in front of my Dad in the shower with a stiffy. I quickly rinsed off then grabbed a towel, as I got out of the shower not even bothering to turn off the water. As I stood on the mat I watched in awe as Dad stripped off his boxers and climbed into the shower closing the curtain behind him. Standing there for a minute thoughts of Daddy's beautiful ass, back and legs replayed in my head. I dried myself off, put my towel on the bar and ran butt naked to my room as the shower blasted behind me. In my room I put on a pair of Spiderman undies. Dad had the air on, but it was still a little warm in the house. I decided to try something. I chose not to put on anything else to sleep in. I went downstairs in just my Spidey Underoos taking a seat on the couch in front of the TV. A few minutes later Daddy came into the living room. His hair still wet and dressed in only a pair of boxers. He sat down next to me. "Looks like you and me had the same thing in mind there baby boy," Daddy acknowledged our state of dress. "It's funny how close we already seem to be considering that we really have only known each other just a couple weeks. Wouldn't you say, babe?" "Yes Daddy, I'm very glad we do too." I moved around so I cuddle up to Daddy. He put his arm around me as I tucked myself into his side with my head on his chest. "You know I love you, don't you Sky?" "Uh huh. I wuv you too, Daddy," I couldn't help in my vulnerable state turning on the baby boy voice. Daddy kissed the top of my head and squeezed me tight to his side. His hand went to my bottom and he gave it a little pat. Daddy let his hand rest right on my bottom. "You really like Michael, don't you baby?" "Yes Daddy, he is wilwee nice to me." "Is he nicer than Daddy, baby?" OMG, what was Daddy asking me? It could be completely innocent, but maybe he knows. Would Michael have told Daddy that he has been fucking his little boy? Nah. No way. But, then what? I needed to be careful, but this could also be my chance to get into Daddy's pants. "No Daddy, just nice a little different." "Could Daddy be like Michael?" Daddy's hand squeezed my butt cheek. Two of his fingers pressed into my crack right along my boy hole. Certainly this was just Daddy trying to win his son's affection and not sexual, wasn't it? Unable to resist my little butt pressed against Daddy's hand yearning for something or someone to enter me. This alerted Dad, he grabbed me, picked me up and placed me on the floor standing in front of him. His big hands on my tiny shoulders he looked me in the eyes with a slightly shocked look on his face. "Skylar, has Michael touched you?" I knew right away what Dad meant, but I decided to play it out. "What do you mean Daddy?" "Skylar, has Michael or anyone ever touched you in a sexual way?" "Ummm, ah" I studdered trying to think how I could answer this without getting Michael or anyone in big trouble. "Sky, do you like men touching you?" "Yes Daddy, please don't be mad at Michael. It's not his fault. I wanted him to." What did I do? I just told my Dad that I wanted to have sex with men. Suddenly my mind was flooded with fear. "Go to your room." "But Daddy..." "Skylar, go to your room, now!" That's what I did. I crawled into bed hugging my bear and cried myself to sleep. I was so afraid that Dad would call off our dinner with Michael and worse hate him and me for what he now knew. In the middle of the night I woke. Someone was getting into my bed. It was Daddy. He put his arm around me and hugged me tight to him. There was the smell of beer on him. His body was so warm I was just glad he was there. I fell back to sleep. In the morning I woke up in bed alone. Did I dream that Daddy had come to sleep with me in my bed? I got up dragging my bear along and headed down the hall to Daddy's room. The door was open. The bed was made. No Daddy in sight. So there was no telling if it was real or a dream. I went downstairs. I could smell coffee and bacon as soon as I got to the bottom of the steps. Dad was cooking breakfast. I followed my nose to the kitchen. There was Dad at the stove in his boxers cooking. He must have seen me in the corner of his eye because he turned then gave me a smile. "Hey kiddo, did you sleep okay? Sorry if I hogged the bed." Relief. "No, I slept really good, Daddy." "Are you hungry?" "Yes, the bacon smells yummy." Dad got me a glass of milk. There was waffles and bacon with lots of maple syrup. I gobbled them up like I hadn't eaten in days. Daddy sipped his coffee watching me eat as he waited patiently for his waffle to cook. "What do you feel like doing today, sport?" "I dunno." "Well, maybe we will just hang around here today. What do you think?" "Okay," I confirmed. The rest of the day was pretty normal accept that neither of us bothered to get dressed. Daddy didn't make any mention of our talk. He didn't seem mad or upset and it looked as though our evening with Michael was still on. Around six o'clock Dad told me to go upstairs to get some shorts on. Understandably I complied. When I got back downstairs Daddy was in a pair of jeans sitting on the couch with a beer in hand. A few minutes later Michael showed up. {ding dong} Rang the doorbell. I jumped right out of my seat on the couch next to Daddy. "Sit down Skylar, I'll get the door," Daddy announced. As I sat there I could hear Daddy open the door and greet Michael. They walked into the living room together. I just looked up at them and smiled. "Don't I get a hello?" Michael asked. I looked at Daddy and he gave me a small nod. I jumped off the couch again and gave Michael a big hug around the waist. He mussed my hair with his free hand. "Here, let me take that," Daddy offered grabbing the case of beer hanging from Michael's arm. Now with another free hand Michael put it on my back and hugged me into him. I looked up at him and smiled. He looked so sexy. He was wearing a tight light blue tee and jeans with flipflops. Michael winked at me as we stood there. "Are you ready for a beer?" Dad called from the kitchen. "Sure," Michael replied. I retook my spot on the couch and Michael sat down on one of the chairs. Things seemed like a pretty normal men's night through dinner. Accept that Daddy was drinking about three beers to every one that Michael drank. Daddy also only ate a single slice of pizza. After the game Daddy told me to 'get my butt upstairs and in the shower.' I think Michael noticed his tone. I did as I was told. Twenty minutes later I was in my undies holding my bear standing in the kitchen doorway. Daddy and Michael were sitting at the table talking. Daddy looked over at me and as if in slow motion a smile came over his face. His hand reached out for me. I went right to him and he pulled me in for an embrace. Daddy held me tight. His bare chest felt so warm. He kissed me on the forehead, then on each cheek. "I love you, baby boy," Daddy said with a slight slur. "You smell so good just out of the shower. Go give Michael a hug." I went to Michael and threw my arm around his neck. He grabbed me and pulled me into him. We hugged for a moment then Michael pulled me up onto his lap. I sat there very comfortably as they resumed their talk. "He really likes you, Mike," Daddy slurred. "I'm glad he does, but he loves you, Kurt. Don't you, Sky?" I gave Daddy my biggest smile and nodded my head enthusiastically as I felt Michael's hand work its way under the elastic band of my undies. One of his fingers burrowed its way under my bottom and pressed against the tight pucker of my boy pussy. "You do, don't you," Daddy knowingly stated. "He is a beautiful boy and he would do anything for you," said Michael as his finger tried diligently to enter me. Then Daddy did something unexpected. He rubbed his crotch. Michael started to kiss on my cheek. "You like that baby?" Michael asked me. "Uh huh." Daddy's eyes were glued on us. Michael kissed me more, on the shoulder, on the hair then the neck. I couldn't help but moan a little. Daddy's hand moved to his crotch and stayed there as he watched. "Isn't he a pretty boy, Kurt? Prettier than any girl I'd say," mused Michael. Michael now had the tip of his finger in me, was nuzzling my neck, cheek, and ear, and reached up with his other hand playing with my nipple. "You know I saw you," Daddy announced. "What did you see, Kurt?" Daddy leaned forward pointing with one finger while his other hand gripped his crotch. "I saw you come out of the men's room jusss before my li'l boy here. And, I bet I know what you did." Daddy reached out his hand to me. I put mine in his. He gently led me over to him. He would have had to have been blind not to see the hardons in my and Michael's pants. He would have to have been deaf not to hear the elastic of my waistband snap as Michael pulled his hand from my Underoos. As Daddy pulled me up onto his lap my bear dropped to the ground. I straddled his legs like a pony as a faced him. I could see a tear escape and roll down his cheek. "I love you, baby boy." Then Daddy kissed me, just soft on the mouth. Both of his hands came up to my face, holding my head so still. His lips were firm but soft. He kissed me again then again, and again. Each time was a little bit harder, a little more certain, a little more intentional. Gradually his mouth opened, and mine did too. His tongue found its way to my lips. He lapped at my tongue. Daddy grabbed me around the waist and pulled me in. His tongue filled my mouth. I sucked it like a baby on a tit. Daddy grabbed me and pulled me away. His eyes were wide and red. He just sat there for a moment looking at me, not saying a word. Michael grabbed my arm pulling me to him. He kissed me. It was a long sensual kiss. His tongue explored my mouth as his hands roamed my back. I could tell that Michael was watching Daddy as we kissed. Michael broke our kiss but pulled me closer, his hands now on my bottom. I kissed him along his jaw and down his neck. I felt Michael's finger dig beneath the elastic band of my undies. "Let's show your daddy what a beautiful baby boy you are, Sky." With that Michael pulled my undies off of me, letting them drop to the floor. His hands needed my plump cheeks. "Look at your boy, Kurt. Look at this sweet little boy's pretty little ass." "No no no, this is all wrong." Michael's neck was delicious, just a hint of salt on in it. I kissed and licked at it with my tongue. Michael turned me around pulling me onto his lap. He started to kiss my neck and cheeks again as I sat on his bulge with my little bone standing at attention. Daddy's eyes were glued to us. I felt Michael's hands come up my body. He took each of my nipples between his fingers, pinching them softly. "Tell your daddy what you want baby," Michael coaxed. I cooed as my nipples got harder, "ahhh, fuck me. Pweeze, I want Daddy 'n' you to fuck me." "Do you hear that Kurt? You got a baby slut here that wants you to fuck her little ass pussy." Daddy still had that shocked look on his face, but his nipples had gotten hard. They were like two tiny erasures stuck to his chest. His hand was still on his crotch, but I could tell he was hot because he was rubbing and needing it. I figured this was my chance. I pulled away from Michael. I reached for Daddy's hand pulling it away from his crotch as I got onto my knees between his legs. I looked up smiling at Daddy as I unfastened his jeans. Once open I pushed my hand into the open fly. There I found Daddy's burning hot stone hard man cock. Daddy grabbed my wrist, "Sky baby, you don't have to do this." In my best little boy voice, "I want to Daddy. I wuv you. Pweeze can I have it? Pweety pweeze?" Not awaiting a response I pulled Daddy's cock from its confines then took the head into my mouth. It was all sticky with precum, which was a little salty, a little sweet, and whole lot delicious. I heard Daddy moan as I started to bob up and down on his meat. Daddy leaned back in his chair giving me a better chance to get all of his cock. I pulled on his jeans and he helped me by raising his ass as I slid them to his ankles. I watched Daddy as I continued to suck his beautiful cock, which I was guessing between 8 and 9 inches long and bigger around than my wrist. I knew Daddy was a stud. As I sucked on Daddy, Michael reached behind me and started to play with my hole. He was getting me lubed up with his spit. Michael kissed on my back as he fingered me. Daddy's hand took rest on the back of my head. I felt his hand grab a handful of my hair then he started to guide my head up and down on his cock. It was amazing. My Daddy was now using my mouth to jack his cock. He pushed my head down into his pubes. I did the best I could to open my throat to his big stud meat, but I still gagged a little. Then I heard Michael, "Save a little big guy. After all, it's the other end you are really want to get into." Then I felt Michael pick me up. Daddy's cock left my mouth with a load pop, which made me giggle. Michael laid me on my back on the kitchen table. "Here ya go, Kurt, one prime piece of boy pussy ready to fuck." I watched as Michael helped my drunken Daddy to his feet. They put my legs up and Michael helped guide Daddy's big dick to my hole. But, then Daddy stopped and looked at me. "You sure you want this, baby?" I could feel the head of his cock at the entrance to my hole. My little pucker tried as it could to suck him in, but to no use. I knew this was what I wanted, what I needed. "Yes Daddy, pweeze pweeze pweeze fuck me. I need you in me, Daddy." Daddy's brow furrowed. He grabbed his cock and pressed forward. A look of ecstasy came over his face. I was guessing he was about half in and I really appreciated the pause as my hole adjusted to his girth. Daddy's hands grabbed the top of my thighs and he pushed the rest of the way into me. "Oh my god, Skylar! Oh my god, baby! Oh sweet jeezus, your ass is so tight!" Slowly at first he started to pump his cock in and out of my stretched boy hole. I watched in awe as his head flopped front to back and side to side as he took in the sensation of being inside of me. I could see my belly bloat as he grinded his cock into me. The sight and feeling was beginning to make my head spin. I didn't realize it at first, but with each push of Daddy's cock into my guts I gave a rather loud sigh, almost a groan. "Oh yes Daddy, yes. Oh you feel so good. Fuck me Daddy, fuck your baby." Michael walked around the table leaned over and started to kiss me. I felt Daddy's hands move to my waist. His thrusts began to get harder, more determined. "You like that baby? You like your Daddy fucking your little cunt? Well you are going to get it bitch. Yeah, Daddy is going to fuck your ass good." And he did. Daddy started to pound my ass. His hips slammed into my little plump cheeks as he buried his cock deep into my guts. I was breathing into Michael's mouth with each thrust from Daddy as I sucked on his tongue. Michael was again playing with my nipples. "You like that, don't you baby? You like your daddy fucking you?" Michael asked me. "How long have you been dreaming of this?" "Uh, uh, uh" I grunted as Daddy's cock pushed into me. "Since I seen him," I managed to say. Daddy grabbed my shoulders and was really pounding my pussy. "Fuck yeah bitch, you need this cock, don't you! Daddy is gunna fill your cunt with seed that made you, faggot!" Daddy looked like a god above me grunting as he fucked me. He was now covered in sweat, and his heated skin blushed red. His face was twisted and angry, which really turned me on. I could feel his cock get even harder and thicker as he thrust into me. The room was full of squishy fuck noise as he pounded my ass with his big meat. I could feel my own orgasm swell inside me. "Oh fuck, oh fuck! Take it, take it bitch!" shouted Daddy as his cock released his seed deep into my bowels. Michael kissed on me and whispered in my ear, "There you go baby. You got your wish, Daddy just fucked you good." Daddy took a deep breath staring out into space as he pushed his cock into me like he just got a shock in the ass. Then as he exhaled he collapsed on top of me. His sweaty chest and belly pressed into me. I kissed his neck and shoulder to show my gratitude. After a couple minutes, Michael went around to Dad and picked him up off of me. Daddy looked half passed out. "Sky, I'm gunna put your ole man to bed. You take it easy. I'll be back in a few." Michael stepped on Dad's jeans so they came off as they made their way to the stairs. I got up off the table and got myself a glass of milk. I grabbed my bear and Dad's jeans laid them over a chair in the living room and took a seat with my bear next to me. I felt all warm and fuzzy knowing I had a fresh load of my Daddy's cum in me. ****** Mo2cum! If you liked my story or have some ideas for it please write me at bluskylar@yahoo.com Want to role-play? Send me a message, daddy. It will help write this story.