Daddy’s Bratty Beach Slut by Sir_Galois

Daddy’s Bratty Beach Slut by Sir_Galois

Dive into the tantalizing world of “Daddy’s Bratty Beach Slut” by Sir_Galois, where desire meets devotion in a sultry beach setting. Join a thrilling escapade filled with seductive games, power dynamics, and irresistible temptation. Perfect for those craving a steamy escape—let the waves of passion wash over you!

This is a work of fiction with no basis in reality. All characters are 18+. You must be of legal age to read. Nothing herein condones or is meant to encourage any illegal or immoral behavior. Fantasies and roleplays are not reality.

Copyright Sir_Galois 2024

“OK, that’s everything.” The sun was still cresting through the weekend morning sky as Tommy slammed the trunk of the yellow GTO closed. Tommy’s wife, Erin, was standing outside the front door in her pajamas, leaning on one of her crutches. Their daughter, Chloe stood beside her, wearing one of Tommy’s old Joy Division shirts shirt and flipflops. It covered her swimsuit and came down almost to her knees. Chloe was a short girl, no more than five feet tall, with a lithe little hourglass figure. Her breasts pressed out the shirt considerably, even as her height kept her somewhat modest.

Tommy’s wife wore a nervous smile, but Chloe’s big, grey eyes were practically beaming. “Ooh, I’m so excited for a beach day, Daddy!” Chloe cheered.

“Remember to be careful, honey,” Chloe’s mother said to her. “Are you sure you don’t need me to come with?” Erin asked her husband.

“We’ll be fine,” Tommy laughed. “And you’d best stay off that ankle.” Erin looked down at the brace she was still wearing.

“OK. Just make sure she doesn’t swim out too far. And make sure she reapplies her sunscreen.”

“I’m right here, mom,” Chloe said, rolling her eyes at her overcautious mother.

“She’ll come back safe and sound, sweetheart,” Tommy assured his wife. He gave her a peck on the cheek. Then, he looked down at his teen daughter. “Now get a move on, sweetcheeks,” he said with a grin. Tommy gave Chloe a swat on her t-shirt-covered bum, eliciting a giggle. Chloe practically skipped to the front passenger seat. Tommy followed. Even through the tee, Tommy could see his slim daughter’s surprisingly plump asscheeks jiggling as she hopped.

“Make sure she wears a seatbelt!” Erin called as they pulled out of the driveway.

“Of course! Love you!” With that, they sped off.

Tommy had barely rounded the block when Chloe leaned over his lap to lower the convertible roof. Her left hand rested on Tommy’s crotch as her right worked the car button.

“Not while I’m driving, Chloe,” Tommy cautioned his daughter.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Daddy?” Chloe teased. She rubbed her father’s bulge, feeling his meaty cock through his swim trunks. “Can’t watch the road with me this close?” Tommy could smell his sexy daughter—her scent was unmistakably sweet, like vanilla and fermented honey. His dick stiffened under her palm.

“No, I just can’t have you getting us in trouble when your mom is around the corner.” Without looking down, Tommy yanked Chloe back into the passenger seat by her thick, dark curls.

“Ugh, Daddy,” the little teen griped. She landed on the seat on her knees and instinctively arched her back, bending over in the front seat. With the car’s top down, any neighbor sipping coffee on a front porch would see Chloe’s bubbly ass on display. The t-shirt bunched at her waist, leaving her ass entirely exposed. The only thing on her lower half was an outrageously tiny bikini bottom, practically just pink string flossing her bum and barely, just barely, covering the opening to her pussy.

“You want to be a good girl, honey?” Tommy asked, still bunching his daughter’s hair in his hand.

“Yes, Daddy!” She eagerly replied. She practically shook her ass with delight, like she was a happy puppy wiggling its tail.

“Good.” Tommy pressed on his daughter’s chest, just above her breasts, until he forced her back onto her bum in the passenger seat. “Then put your seatbelt on. Your mother was right about that. Especially with the roof down.”

Chloe rolled her eyes in frustration. “Fine, Dad. Whatever.” She slumped and buckled the seatbelt.

After about five minutes of driving quietly next to his huffy teen daughter, Tommy turned to her. They were stopped at a light, waiting to get onto the highway that’d take them to the beach. Chloe was upright but in a fetal position with her arms around her knees, brooding like a cat who was just teased with a bowl of cream she’d not been allowed to taste.

“You just gonna pout all day, Chlochlo?” Tommy asked, eyebrow cocked.

“No,” she grumbled. She hadn’t even bothered looking at him.

Tommy grabbed his daughter’s chin with two fingers and turned her roughly to face him. “Hey,” he snapped coldly. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Chloe’s eyes widened. She could never resist when her Daddy was rough with her. “You know I just want to keep you safe, right? Right?” He repeated himself, more loudly, when she didn’t answer.

“Yes, Daddy,” she uttered softly.

“What was that?” Tommy wrenched her head, forcing her to face him.

“Yes, Daddy!” Chloe yapped more loudly.

“Because I can only do other things to you if I know you’re safe.”

“I know, Daddy.” Her icy brooding thawed. “I’ll be good.”

Tommy smiled. “I know you will, cupcake.” He leaned in and pulled his daughter’s little body into his form, mashing his mouth to hers in a kiss that no father should give to his little girl. Chloe moaned and let her mouth open, eager for her Daddy’s tongue to consume her mouth. If the people in the cars behind them had been looking, they would’ve been treated to the sight of an older, much taller man making out with a pretty young girl like they were both horny teenagers, even though only Chloe fit that description. Her cunt was dripping for her Daddy to grab her juicy fuckhole and be just as possessive with her there as he was being with her mouth.

Abruptly, Tommy pulled back. Chloe looked confused, desperate for more. But the light had changed, and Tommy, seeing it, hit the gas and took them up the on-ramp. He donned his sunglasses at the top.

Chloe watched her Daddy with submissive glee. He was strong and sexy. Her Daddy. Just a kiss from him felt better than anything she’d done with boys her age. He was even better than the older brothers of girlfriends she’d seduced. “Fuck, I’m so wet.” Chloe informed her Daddy as he waited for a break in the stream of cars.

“Good,” Tommy replied. Finding his opening, he accelerated. Wind swept his hair and turned Chloe’s long curls into a dark cape. Once they were up to highway speed, eyes still trained ahead, Tommy asked her, “Think you can get that t-shirt off, sweetie?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Chloe grinned. She’d been waiting for him to ask. She slipped her arms into the black tee and out the bottom, making sure not to unbuckle her seatbelt. She rolled it up her body, and, making sure the wind didn’t carry it away, set it down beneath her seat.

With traffic still sparse in this early hour, Tommy felt safe turning his head to steal a glance at his bikini-clad daughter. Beneath her wind-swept curls and elven princess face, her hot little body was wearing a swimsuit so revealing it would’ve looked right at home in the sickest hentai. Pink string kept it from baring her big, perky tits to the world. She was a slim little thing, which only made her breasts seem bigger. The bikini top’s cups were was covered in hearts. From the side, Tommy could see the string bottoms precariously tied around his daughter’s flaring hips. The way the string dug into her was enough to make any man want to grab her and rail her steaming hot body senseless.

“You like, Daddy?” Chloe giggled. She bit her lower lip as she studied him. Even through the sunglasses, Chloe could see the lust in his face—the slight crook of his eyebrows, the tiny part between his lips. Just the sight of her filled him with a lupine hunger. Chloe wanted that to devour her.

“I love, honey,” Tommy confirmed. He turned back to the road. Chloe eyed up her handsome Dad. His strong jaw and beard, his v-neck tee hugging his strong chest deliciously. The bulge in his trunks that she just knew was at least half-hard now from the quick eyefucking he’d just given her, his sexy teen daughter.

His sexy teen daughter. Chloe loved that thought. Loved being that for him. Too hot a piece of ass to resist. A plaything to be fucked and ruined. It made her pussy throb.

And she loved that he lusted for her so strongly that, even while driving, her Daddy struggled to keep his hands off her. With his left hand still holding the wheel, Tommy’s right hand found Chloe’s bare thigh and gave it a light squeeze. “Mm,” Chloe moaned, looking down at where her Dad’s big fingers sank into her soft flesh. His big hands made her small body look like a toy. Just a toy for Daddy to fondle.

“Daddy,” Chloe whimpered. She bucked her hips in her seat. “Just touch me.” She needed his hand closer to her pussy. Her nipples were already puckering hard in the open highway air of the highway. Getting molested turned her on so much.

“I am touching you, honey,” Tommy said. He gave Chloe’s thigh another squeeze.

“No, Daddy,” she whined. “Really touch me.” His hand was inches from her bikini-covered pussy. She felt like she could smell her wetness even with the air whipping past them.

“Like this?” Tommy dug his fingers harder into Chloe’s thigh. Hard enough for it to hurt. And Chloe loved how it hurt. It made her feel even more like his property.

“No, Daddy, here!” Chloe grabbed his wrist with both hands, dragging it those last few inches up towards her pussy mound. Placed his powerful mitt right on top of her teen pussy. She felt the weight of his hand on her swollen pussy lips. “Ohhh!” She moaned.

“Well why didn’t you say so, baby?” Tommy asked playfully. He pressed, digging his fingers, mapping the outline of his daughter’s bikini-covered cunt. “You know good girls tell Daddy exactly how they like being touched.” He raked two digits up her cloth-covered slit, feeling the dampness seeping through the swimsuit fabric.