Naughty Little Things Pt. 03 by DevlinMea

Naughty Little Things Pt. 03 by DevlinMea

Dive into “Naughty Little Things Pt. 03” by DevlinMea, where passion and desire intertwine in a captivating tale of lust and exploration. Follow the tantalizing journey that pushes boundaries and ignites the imagination. Indulge in the ultimate escape and discover what happens when secrets are unveiled. Read on for an unforgettable experience!

Em spent a lot of time downstairs, just looking through her friends’ social media pages and putting in a few of her own. Her mind, though, kept wandering to other things… things she shouldn’t be thinking about. Like her dad.

Her mom had been gone for two years now and was getting sick two years before that even. Her dad had never even had a date in all that time. When she asked him about it last year, he mentioned that he just wanted to focus on her and get her into college. Dating meant a lot of changes and he didn’t want that to impact her.

But she knew what else that meant. That meant that he hadn’t been with a woman… no… check that… he hadn’t fucked a woman in all that time. From what little she knew about the whole thing, she couldn’t believe that any guy would be able to go that long without going crazy. She felt so sorry for him.

And that concern turned into curiosity. Would he be hard all the time? Would his cock be really sensitive? How often did he masturbate? She did a quick Internet search and moved into into a world that she never expected to find herself… Internet porn. There were many sites that came up, so she picked one. After scrolling a minute, she decided to use the search feature and found many, many daddy/daughter videos. It was a whole genre of porn.

And she started watching a few…

When 3:00 rolled around she was still excited, having masturbated a few times already without cumming. She didn’t want to make too much noise, or be undressed in any way, just in case her dad… no… daddy, came downstairs for something.

The doorbell rang and she quickly closed the app on her phone and answered it.

“Ready to go?” Abi asked as Taylor waved for her in the car. Em closed the door behind her and the trio set off for the mall, singing loudly to the playlist on Taylor’s phone.

They wandered through the stores together, looking at different items. One thing that she wanted to look at was a new bathing suite… a bikini this time. Her one-piece suite made her look like a little girl… and not the desirable woman she wanted people to see.

As they made their way into a store with some really sexy-looking bikinis, Em grabbed a few, as did the other two girls, and they made their way back to the dressing rooms. Giggling, they all piled into one stall.

Em quickly started disrobing, getting ready to try her new suit on, while Taylor, as she had been this whole trip, was busy snapping selfies to post online. When they both had their suits on, they moved to the mirror to check them out while Abi was still adjusting hers.

“I think you have a sexier ass,” Taylor said, holding up her phone and taking a selfie of them both in front of the mirror. She turned Em around so that she could see her ass in the mirror as Taylor grabbed it and firmly squeezed it, giggling.

“I don’t know,” Em said, slapping Taylor’s ass in return. “Yours is really nice,” she grinned.

“I bet your daddy would love to see you in this?” she chuckled, sliding her hands over Em’s bare back and ass. “Maybe seeing you bending over, his hot little daughter, making him all hard and horny?” she laughed. “Then you might have to help him out?”

Em gave her a look, wondering if she was joking or serious.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it?” Taylor said. “I know I have!”

“Taylor, that’s my dad,” Em said, trying to sound disgusted. But she knew Taylor saw right through her.

“No,” Taylor said, shaking her head. “He’s your daddy… and a hot dad with a big cock! And I can imagine he needs sex!” She turned her attention to Abi. “Let’s see your suit,” she said, as Em stepped away from the mirror to try on another. “Yeah… that looks really good on you,” Taylor said as Abi looked at herself in the mirror. Taylor and Em had convinced her to try on something a little more risque and this suit definitely fit the bill. The two patches of cloth that covered her breasts were small, barely even covering her nipples. And the one covering her pussy? She was pretty sure it didn’t.

Taylor moved in front of Abi, her hands moving over her friends body, pretending to adjust her suit. She palmed Abi’s breasts as her friend looked at her in shocked excitement, squeezing them. Then, as a pretense of adjusting her top, her fingers slid inside the cup and pinched Abi’s nipples, making her moan softly. They both looked in the mirror and noticed Em wasn’t even paying attention to them.

“I like this suit on you a lot,” Taylor said softly. “It would look even better on my bedroom floor.” As Abi watched herself in the mirror, almost helpless, Taylor’s hand slid lower. Pretending to adjust her suit bottoms, Taylor’s fingers pressed against her pussy and clit, teasingly.

Abi shivered, excited but confused, and backed away from the mirror. Taylor moved away to grab another suit too.

“So, I have a thought,” Taylor said.

“About what?” Em said.

“I was thinking about how you could fuck your daddy,” she said.

“Taylor!” Em said a little louder than she expected. “What are you talking about?”

“My dad has these sleeping pills that he takes and they really, really knock him out,” Taylor said, untying her suit and taking it off. “They make him loopy and shit, too. It’s funny to watch when he first starts to fall asleep. The best part about it is, he doesn’t remember a thing the next day. My mom has had almost full conversations with him and even helped him get to bed and he doesn’t remember it the next day.”

Taylor smiled as Em looked at her.

“I can get you a few pills,” she said, matter-of-factly. “No one will ever know.”

Em, finished adjusting her suit, walked to the mirror to look at it. “I don’t know, Taylor. That’s… pretty risky. I don’t want to drug my dad. What if something goes wrong?”

“I know… it was just a thought,” Taylor said, grabbing Em’s phone. She knelt behind Em and grabbed her butt again, squeezing it. At the same time, she started snapping pictures. Em turned around, accidently making Taylor’s hand touch her crotch as she continued snapping.

“Taylor, stop!” Em said, moving her hips away, then noticing the phone. “Were you taking pictures? Oh my gosh!” Em tried to grab the phone, but Taylor quickly backed up and started sending a text message.

“Chill out. I’m just sending a picture of your bathing suit to your dad. To see what he thinks.”

Em shook her head. “I already know what he’s going to think. No… you should wear a Mumu so the boys don’t think you’re a slut,” she said in a mocking, man-like voice.

Em heard the telltale tone of the text message getting sent and Taylor put down the phone.

“That bad, huh?” Abi asked.

“He just sees me as some ten-year-old,” Em said, turning around and looking in the mirror. She adjusted her suit slightly and moved in a few different poses. “I just wish he saw me as a woman for once.”

“I’m sure he will,” Taylor said, almost teasingly.

Em turned and looked at her, recognizing that tone of voice. “Taylor, what did you do?”

“Me?” Taylor asked, feigning complete innocence.

Em walked to the bench and grabbed her phone. “What did you send him?” she asked as she opened the texting app. She read the last entry to her dad.

“What about this suit daddy? Do you like me in this?” she read, shocked.

And following below it was a picture of Em’s crotch, barely covered by the thin material of the sexy bathing suit, with Taylor’s hand touching her pussy. Embarrassingly she had a little camel toe, too. The picture made it seem as if Taylor was giving her pleasure.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “I’m dead. I’m so dead,” she said softly, shaking her head.

“I somehow doubt it,” Taylor smiled.

Em texted again. “I’m so sorry daddy… wrong pic! Please, please, please just delete it!” Then she put the phone in her purse.

After finding a suit for each of them, they jumped back in Taylor’s car to head back to Em’s house. Rush hour traffic was starting to build, so it took them a little longer to get there, but they finally pulled in and Taylor put it in park.

“Did you guys want to come in for a while?” Em asked, not seeing her dad’s car. That gave her some comfort. At least it would be a while before she had to face him.

“Sorry, I have something I need to do,” Taylor said. “Talk to you later, though?”

“Yeah, that’s good,” Em said, grabbing her shopping bag. “Talk to later Abi.” The two watched Em unlock the front door and go inside.

Em walked into the house nervously looking for her father. She checked his office and it was empty and his car was gone. Maybe… just maybe he hadn’t seen the text. She prayed he just deleted it.

Taylor pulled out of the driveway and started driving.

“I was thinking,” Taylor said as she glanced at Abi in the seat next to her.

“Oh no, not again,” Abi giggled.

“What?” Taylor asked, looking at her, sounding hurt.

“It’s just that every time you say that, it’s always some kind of whacky scheme you’re going to try to get us into,” Abi said.

“Well, then I won’t tell you what I was thinking,” Taylor said, teasing her, feigning hurt feelings.

“Oh… alright! Go ahead,” Abi said and Taylor smiled.

“I was thinking… I showed you how to give oral to a guy… but I never showed you how to give oral to… a girl,” she said.

“Why would I want to know something like that?” Abi asked, looking ahead to feign disinterest. She felt confused… conflicted… but, surprisingly… excited. Taylor was a beautiful woman, advanced beyond her age in many ways, and Abi felt so immature. She’d imagined being with Taylor but never thought it would ever happen.

“Hello… college!” Taylor said, as if that explained everything. “Everyone experiments in college. And when you experiment you’ll have more fun if you know at least a little of what to do.”