Marie and her Daddy

After checking the coast was clea,r Marie and Marc quickly started heading back towards the main bulk of the park. Maries head was buzzing as she tried to think of a way to talk to Marc about what she believed about him. But what if she was wrong? That was the thing that scared her.



Marc trailed along behind like a duckling following it's mother, grasping the toiletries bag in both hands, holding it over his still bulging and slightly stained crotch. His head bowed but his face was radiant.



As they approached the sun loungers Marie froze, there was Daddy and he was talking to someone. Someone lying on one of the loungers! Marie felt a cold sickness run through her, jealousy and fear mixed in her stomach. Jealousy towards any woman even looking at her Daddy and fear that he might forget her for someone else.



Marc spoke softly in her ear, "Isn't that your Dad talking to Aunt Fee?"



Marie's knees almost buckled with the lust that this thought brought to her. She couldn't even put it into words, but Marc's voice also made her angry at herself. How could she be jealous of Daddy? Or afraid he would forget her. He loved her and she loved him and no one else could get in the way. They could be playthings, they could join in, but they would never come between her and her Daddy. She laughed and started to walk again, with even more spring in her step than before she had seen him.



As they got closer, Daddy turned around and smiled and Fee sat herself up on the lounger.

 "Well, Marie and I had better be heading home." Daddy laughed, "A pleasure to meet you Fiona, we'll have to do it again sometime." Marie couldn't help notice Daddy's cock twitch in his trunks when he said this. Aunt Fee nodded.



"Definitely, maybe you and Marie can come round for dinner some time. I'm sure Marc would like that." Marc mumbled something as both adults smiled at each other. Daddy nodded to Marie. "Come on then".



She turned and gave Marc a peck on the cheek. "See you soon, Ok?" He nodded.



Soon Marie and Daddy were in his car speeding back home. Marie reclined her seat right back and slid her hand into her panties as the car drove one. Daddy laughed. "So you two kids had fun then?"



"Oh, yes" she moaned, her fingers rubbing her hard clitoris.



"Still got some time for your Daddy I hope." Marie's eyes flicked open and she looked at him, he was watching the road but his face spilt in a large grin.



"Of course I do, Daddy." she said, "I'll always have time for you. Now?"



He shook his head. "Let’s get home. Then I'll give you a proper seeing to."



"Ok." She closed her eyes and lay back again.



They didn't speak for a while, the music and Marie's low moans mixing together. Then Daddy coughed.



"So, you met Marc's Aunt. What did you think of her?" Marie’s fingers slipped over her wet pussy and she squealed in shock.



"Oooo Daddy. She... she seemed really nice."



"I thought so too. A woman with her head screwed on that one. Hard to find sometimes." He looked at Marie quickly. "She reminded me of you in many ways."



Marie lay back again, thinking of herself grown up and being like Aunt Fee, she began finger fucking herself with the thought. Daddy began to drive faster.



As soon as the car was in the garage, Daddy was out of it and Marie slid her panties off before getting out. Daddy shrugged his shorts off as soon as the door closed and she stood admiring his cock for a few seconds. Then he walked up and picked her up around the waist. She squealed as her held her close, one arm under her buttocks the other steadying her back, he spread her legs wide and slowly lowered her onto him.



Step by glorious step he walked her into the house, his strong arms holding her tightly as his manhood bucked and moved inside her. As they got into the hall he stopped, her face was resting against his chest as he did so and she heard him murmur "Fuck"



"Yes, please," she giggled. Then he slowly lifted her up and off him. "Daddy?"



"Sorry, honey." he growled, his voice deep and raspy. As he put her down she looked at where he was pointing. His work answer machine had 7 messages on it. She looked at his face, he was downcast but resolute, and she knew she wouldn't be able to change his mind.



"I'll go wait upstairs," she said. He nodded and turned, still naked from the waist down and painfully erect and walked to his study.



She stood there for a few moments then turned and ran upstairs; she stormed into the bedroom and threw herself down onto the bed. It wasn't fair! She was so turned on and she wanted a good fucking! She lay there for a bit, face buried in the duvet before looking up. She grabbed her toy and opened up the cupboard. She started looking through the copies of Leather Mistress. There was a specific one she remembered skimming before. Now she wanted to read it through.



She found the one she wanted and went back to the bed. She lay there are slowly read the magazine. The story was about a Mistress, with long dark hair, her slave and her maid. Marie looked at each image, she pictured Aunt Fee as the Mistress, all dressed in tight black leather with a domino mask on. It wasn't hard. Then she imagined herself as the willing ladies maid and, with a shiver of passion, put Marc into the role she was sure he already played, that of Fee's slave.



With this mental picture she toyed with herself as she slowly moved through the story. She imagined herself passing the whips and gags to her mistress. How wet she would feel as she saw her lovers flesh being so used. Then she stopped to take in one picture.



The slave lay blindfolded on his back on the floor, his eager manhood wrapped in the willing flesh of the maid, her ass high in the air ready to accept the black strap on cock her mistress was wearing. Marie got up on all fours and held her toy between her legs. Eagerly she began to ride it, imagining herself as the young Maid ready to be pierced by her Mistresses hard rubber cock.



She was so wrapped up in her mental image, and her vigorous fucking that she didn't notice Daddy come in until the tip of his cock pressed against her ass hole. She let out a long sigh.

 "Oh yes, Mistress..." she moaned. He laughed and pushed against her, he had lubed himself already and slid easily into her tight ass. She savored the feeling of having both her holes filled as she buried her head in the covers and moaned.



Visions of her and Daddy and Marc and Fiona running through her head. She lost count of how many times she had come before Daddy unleashed a torrent of hot sperm into her bowels. After they had showered they climbed into bed, Marie held her Daddy tight and fell asleep dreaming of the wonderful future they were going to have. And Daddy lay there gazing at the ceiling as he felt her soft breath on his chest, tears flooded over his cheeks as he gently stroked her creamy skin.

To be continued…