Their taxi ride to their vacation rental was bumpier than they would have liked. It careened on the winding mountainside road, elevating them further upward from the cliffs and the bay and the ocean below. Steel drum music blared from the speakers, the driver bobbing her head and occasionally singing along under her breath.
When they finally arrived at the house, it was both less and more than they expected. But it was beautiful, on stilts and practically carved into the high cliffside in the center of the island. There were similar houses around, but the closest ones were at least a good fifty yards away.
This place was all theirs for the duration of their stay. No one else's.
A guide was showing them the rental's features. Explaining how to turn the power on and off, what to do to get the jacuzzi tub started. The guide was a few feet ahead of the couple.
The man saw an opportunity. "I'm going to take you on the balcony," he whispered in her ear, one eye trained on the guide to see if they were noticed. They weren't, as best he could tell.
She shivered, an anxious pleasure-warmth skipping through her.
"What if someone sees us?" She asked. She was not sure she would mind if someone did.
"Who cares? We're on vacation. We can be anyone we want here. We won't see these people again."
"Anyone?" An idea seized her. "Even your dirty sex kitten daughter, Daddy?" She felt for his bulge through his shorts. A delightful handful to her even soft, but it was quickly growing.
"Just wait until we're alone," he flirted back.
Soon, they were alone.
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He changed into swim trunks and an airy, tech fabric t-shirt designed for hiking. It was a very Dad thing to buy for a single vacation, but it flattered his body.
"Alright, kitty cat, let's get a move on. No time like the present to see the island!"
She was laying on the bed, on her back, still in the same jeans shorts and tank she'd worn on the boat. She had her head against the headboard and was scrolling through some social media app.
"Let's rest first," she monotoned, seemingly more engaged with whatever seductive drudgery was on her iPhone screen.
"We can rest on the beach," he averred. "C'mon. You can scroll through that crap anywhere."
She glanced at him sideways. "But I'm so tired," she mused. She yawned and stretched both her arms overhead, almost drawing her full breasts out of her little tank top as she did. "Yeah. I go sleeps."
"What? C'mon! Nap outside. Once you get out and moving, you probably won't even be tired."
"No. Go sleeps. Night night."
She rolled onto her side, away from him. He couldn't tell if she was sticking her butt out intentionally in this sideways fetal position, but it sure as shit looked like she was. But maybe that was just her body shape.
His lips parted and his eyes widened slightly as he drank her in. Fuck, he thought, swallowing. When did this pretty little girl get such a fat, fuckable ass like that? It was rude of her to look like that. To tease him. Whether she knew it or not.
"Baby, let's go," he tried once more. Immediately, he was met with her halfheartedly fake sleep noises—softly whistled singsong breathing in and out.
Petulant little bitch, he thought. As if reading his mind, she shifted her legs so her thighs were no longer together. Instead, she kicked one leg forward. It made her ass jiggle in her shorts.
And it pulled the fabric between her legs just enough to expose a hint of her hairless pussy. She wasn't wearing panties; that was readily apparent.
He was furious. And he was quickly getting hard.
"Fine, Kitty." He did his best to mask the mélange of arousal and rage he felt from his voice. "I guess it's naptime."
He got onto the bed and pressed himself into her. His chest at her back. His crotch at her ass.
Even through his swim trunks, he could feel the heat radiating from her cunt.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her roughly against him.
"Mm, Daddy," she stirred, still half-feigning sleep.
"That's right, honey. Daddy's here."
His hand traced up from her waist to her tits. A perfect handful and then some. He squeezed one, then the other, his palm caressing across the arc of her. He could feel her nipples hardening.
"D-Daddy?" She shivered.
"Such a pretty, sleepy kitty," he growled softly, still feeling her up.
"What are you doing? You can't—no, Daddy, you can't do that." Her voice grew more alert. She started wiggling, as if to move away from him, but she only ended up rubbing her curvy ass right into his dick.
"Of course I can, baby. I can do anything if we stay here and you're all sleepy." He grasped one of her nipples—he could feel it plainly through her flimsy top—and pushed his cock harder into her butt. "And you just looked so pretty."
"Daddy, no!" She tried to wrench herself forward, away to the other side of the bed. But he grabbed her throat.
She made a coughing, choked noise.
"Dirty bitch, pretending to be asleep. But you know what happens when you sleep, baby. You know what Daddy likes to do to you in bed."
Even in this restrained spooning position, he was able to snake an arm under the side of her body and around to the front of her shorts. He deftly undid the button and lowered the zipper.
"Daddy," she sputtered meekly. His hand was still digging into her neck.
"You're not wearing panties, are you?" His words paralyzed her.
"I—Daddy—um—" His hand darted into her shorts. Two of his fingertips found the tiny opening to her pussy and began to press in. Stretching her. "Please, Daddy, no!" She begged.
"I knew it. Dirty bitch. Fuck, and already soaking wet."
"I'm not—ooh, no, please stop!" It was hard for her to keep protesting when his big fingers were aggressively forcing her cunt open.
"You like this, baby," he barked as he felt up the inside of her pussy. In and out, finger-fucking her a little deeper and a little deeper still with each cycle in and out. "You like it when Daddy touches you. When Daddy decides to play with your needy little cunt."
