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Massage Tool Mishap: The Hotel Stay

... my lips.

Daddy's cock throbbed in my mouth while precum coated my tongue and throat. I could tell he was getting close. Usually, I would welcome a mouth full of his cum, but I needed to get fucked badly.

"I need you to fuck me, Daddy. Bend me over the bench," I demanded.

I yanked my shorts down and spread my legs. Dad didn't hesitate, shoving his thick cock deep inside me.

"Yes!" I screamed.

Daddy pumped his dick in and out of my needy cunt, as waves of pleasure shot through every cell of my body. I pushed my hips back, meeting his thrusts, our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity. There was something so depraved about fucking in our hot garage gym that made me feel like a whore, and I loved it.

"I didn't expect this, Amy," Dad groaned as he fucked me harder.

"Well, I guess you didn't realize how big of a slut you raised," I cackled.

Dad bent over, pressing his hairy chest into my back. With one hand, he teased and played with my nipples while the other one slipped between my legs, rubbing my clit. The added stimulation was too much. My body erupted as a flood of juices coated Dad's cock.

"I'm cumming, Daddy. Please, cum in me. I need to feel your seed coat my pussy walls," I wailed.

Dad met my request with a loud, guttural groan. His cock spasmed as loads of his cream filled my cunt. Exhausted from our exertion, the two of us collapsed onto the gym floor.

"Well, that wasn't exactly the workout I had planned on doing when I came in here ...

... this morning," Daddy laughed.

"Sorry, I was so horny when I came home from my run. Then I saw you..." I trailed off.

"There is nothing to apologize about. That was amazing, sweety. It is just a shame your Mom's not here to join in on the fun," Dad said.

"I'll take care of her later," I winked.

We cleaned ourselves off and drank some water before resuming our workout.

After a quick shower, I headed to my friend Melonie's house. She answered the door, wearing a tiny yellow bikini that contrasted perfectly with her dark skin.

"Amy," she shouted, giving me a huge hug hello.

"Hey, Mel," I said.

"Pool?" Melonie asked, already knowing my response.

"Pool!" I exclaimed.

I ripped off my shorts and cropped t-shirt, revealing a blood-red teardrop bikini Mom had bought me. Mom told me to only wear it at home, but I had to show it to Mel.

"Holy shit, Amy," Melonie said when she saw what I was wearing.

"You like?" I smiled.

I twirled around, showing off my body to my best friend. Melonie's eyes were practically bulging out of her head as she took in my figure.

"You look beyond hot. Can I touch?" Mel asked.

I simply nodded as I watched Mel reach out and rub her hands over the barely there fabric.

"I need one of those," Melonie stated.

"I still can't believe my Mom took me to the type of store that sold bikinis like this. This place was insane, Mel," I said.

Melonie looked at me befuddled. She could tell I wasn't telling her the whole story, ...