Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2008 10:16:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Sky <bluskylar@yahoo.com>
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.



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