Vacation with Daddy

"Oh, my God. Is that the beach?"

I squealed with excitement as I stepped through the front door. "Look, Daddy! The beach! It's right there!"

"I know, princess." Daddy smirked over at me. "That's usually the case when you rent a beachfront property for the weekend."

"Rude." I playfully rolled my eyes before getting a closer look out the window. "Do you want to head out there now? Or hang out a little bit here first?"

"Maybe a little later in the afternoon. We don't want to hit the hottest part of the day. The crowds might be better then too."

I pouted, even though I knew Daddy was right. I always got so excited when we had a chance to get away, from work, from stress, from everything. I was especially excited about spending time at the beach, loving the way the sun felt on my skin. Daddy was less enthusiastic about being

exposed

to the sun, but he was willing to make the sacrifice for me. That was one of the myriad of reasons why I loved him so much.

I smiled to myself as an idle thought crossed my mind, an image of Daddy hard at work, trying to figure out how to build a crib, a set of tools laid out next to him--

Wait.

A crib?

Shit.

I quickly pulled out my phone, heading straight to the calendar app. I counted down the days from my last period, landing right on this weekend--

And there it was.

I was

ovulating.

How the hell had I forgotten that?!

I'd been so careful about avoiding Daddy the first few days of ovulation. Staying later at work, planning girl's trips, even participating in goddamn read-a-thons at the library. It wasn't always like this, but for the last few months, ovulation brought something out of me, something wild and hard to control. I'd have visions of Daddy theatrically throwing a full box of condoms away in front of me before fucking me raw on the kitchen table. I'd been looking up baby names in secret, keeping a Google Doc of the ones I liked in particular. I could barely stand to look at him sometimes when I was like this, my brain all too eager to imagine his hazel eyes and my features all combined to make someone new--

"Are you okay over there, princess? You've been staring down at your phone."

"I'm fine," I lied, frenzy building inside of me. I needed to get away from him before I fully transformed, before I knocked him to the ground and rode him into oblivion.

Before I let him get me pregnant.

Think, think.

I just needed to think.

"We should check out the boardwalk!" I said, way too loud. "I know you want to save the beach for later but that doesn't mean we can't see what else is happening."

"The boardwalk sounds good." He smiled. "Maybe they'll have those old-school games, and I could win my princess a prize."

**

The boardwalk was

perfect.

Mainly because it was public, which meant that Daddy couldn't fuck me.

No matter how much I wanted him to.

I inwardly groaned, my pussy getting wetter by the second. It was hard being next to him when I was like this, when I wanted him so badly it hurt. It didn't help that he'd been holding my hand this whole time, every so often gently kissing me on the cheek. It was that exact kind of tenderness that let me know how good a father he would be--

"No!"

"...Did you just say

no

, princess?" Daddy asked. "No to what?"

"I, uh..." I looked around, trying to craft the perfect explanation. My eyes soon landed on a themed tiki bar, complete with decorative trees and carved figurines. "I thought the...tiki bar...was closed. But it looks like it's open! We should go!"

"You want me to take you to the...tiki bar?"

"Yes!" I practically shouted. "Let's go!"

Before he had a chance to respond, I was pulling him over to the bar. We were able to get seated within seconds, something I was immensely grateful for since it allowed me to finally drop Daddy's hand. Without that physical connection it was a little easier to think, even though it still felt like there was a fog machine rolling through my brain. All I could really think about was Daddy's cock deep inside of me, filling me up, getting started on building our family together--

"Can I help you folks with anything?" A friendly bartender was looking over at us. "If you're drinking, and know how to hold your liquor, we recommend the Zombie Cocktail as a fun sort of drink you can only get here on the boardwalk--"

"Zombie Cocktail?" I interrupted him. "What's in it?"

"Enough rum to knock anyone on their ass." The bartender laughed. "We actually have a two-drink limit on it. Still, it's a nice drink to try at least once. The juices we use are organic--"

"I'll have two," I cut him off again. "Please."

Daddy shot me a stern look. "Princess."

"Two," I repeated to the bartender, holding up two fingers for emphasis. "Please."

He nodded, going off to get started on the drinks.

"You barely drink," Daddy said, his tone low. "I've never even seen you finish

anything

with alcohol in it. And now suddenly, you're up for two of the strongest cocktails ever made?"

"We're on vacation!" I tried to play it off. "I'm not allowed to try new things on vacation?"

"What are you keeping from me, princess?"

"I..." Thankfully, I didn't have to answer that question. The bartender slid one of my requested cocktails over to me, just in time. I drank as much of it as I could in one go, my eyes watering as I swallowed. The rum burned its way down my throat, the fruit juices trying and failing to keep up with it. I hated the way it tasted, and I was pretty sure it hated me right back.

"Princess, you don't even like it." Daddy frowned next to me. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

"Because."

"Because?"

Maybe it was the cocktail trying to wrap itself around my lungs, but I was no longer able to hold in the truth. "Because I'm not supposed to be around you right now!"

"Not supposed to be around me?"

"I can't be around you right now, Daddy," I whined. "You don't get it. I can't stop thinking about having all your babies. It's literally all I can think about. It's just a few days, but it's torture. I'm constantly wet, my nipples are hard, my clit keeps throbbing. It's a nightmare."

Daddy paused for a moment...

Before a wide grin took over his face. "Princess, are you ovulating?"

"I should've looked at the calendar." I whimpered, before forcing myself to finish my cocktail. "I'm usually better about this."

"Wait. How does you ovulating have anything to do with your newfound love of cocktails--" He paused again, everything seeming to come together. "Princess, are you trying to get drunk on purpose? So, I won't have sex with you?"

"Because I can't consent." I nodded. "Smart, right?"

"Very smart, princess." He was still grinning, like there was something else on his mind. "But I'm pretty smart too. Smart enough to notice that about two weeks after your period, you started getting a little protective of your time, like you didn't want me around."

"...What?"

"And I was smart enough to know how much you love the beach, how happy you'd be. Stress doesn't help with trying to conceive. It's much better if you're somewhere like this--"

"Wait. Are you saying you

knew

I was ovulating this whole time?"

"Nope. I wasn't sure until just now," he replied. "But thank you for confirming for me, princess."

I held up a hand, my mind absolutely racing. "Did you just say something about trying to conceive? Daddy. I'm not--"

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, princess." Daddy softly kissed me on the forehead. "But let me take care of you, okay? It sounds like your body's really struggling."

"But...consent..." I whimpered.

"Don't worry. I'm not putting my cock anywhere near you. At least, not until you sober up."

**

I was so

warm.

Inside and outside. I figured the sun was doing some of the work, and the rum was doing the rest. Daddy and I had made it back to the rental and I was resting my head in his lap. I was trying my best to pretend like there wasn't a sopping mess between my legs, like the alcohol hadn't made things worse for me. It was taking everything in me to not beg for his cock, my pussy so desperate it ached around its emptiness--

"Daddy! What are you--" He'd suddenly shifted positions, moving down just far enough to spread my thighs with his hand. A few seconds later and his palm was down my panties, two of his fingers soon pressing into my embarrassingly wet pussy.

"Fuck, princess." He groaned. "You're so fucking wet. You've never been this wet for me before."

"Daddy..." I groaned too, as the rum mixed with pleasure in my veins. "I need...I need..."

"Yes, princess?"

I couldn't find the words in the moment, my brain feeling the good kind of fuzzy. Instead of using my words, I pulled down the top of my dress, revealing my bra. I then shuffled the bra over my shoulders, wanting to show Daddy just how sensitive and hard my nipples already were.

Daddy seemed to get the message, as his mouth closed around one of my nipples, his tongue drawing small circles around it. I shivered at the feel of his mouth and his fingers, every part of me wanting to be closer to him still.

It just felt like it wasn't

enough.

I bucked my hips against his fingers as they thrust in and out of me, wanting to feel something with a little more width. And even though I loved the way he teased my chest, something inside of me was crying with unsatisfaction--

Fuck.

I needed Daddy's cock inside of me. And I needed it right now.

I tried to reach for the zipper on Daddy's jeans but he casually batted my hand away each time.

"Why?" I was on the verge of tears. I needed my Daddy more than anything. "You don't want me?"

"You're the one who wanted to get drunk, princess." He smirked. "You can't consent, remember?"

"Daddy..." I reached for the zipper again.

But this time, Daddy threw my legs wide open, wide enough for him to settle between them. His mouth was on me before I knew it, my thighs shaking with pleasure. I gripped at the couch as Daddy played with my clit, his tongue sliding up and down. When he slid his fingers back into my pussy, I felt like I was seeing stars. I shamelessly grinded my hips against Daddy's mouth, just as his tongue moved faster and faster against me.

And then, I was coming for him, my pussy tightening around his fingers, my clit throbbing along his tongue. "Daddy...Daddy..."

"Yes, princess?"

"Are you going to fuck me now?"

"Not when you're like this, princess." He smiled up at me. "But there is something I'd like you to do for me."

"What's that, Daddy?"

"Lie still." It was the last thing he said before I heard his jean zipper finally opening. When I looked over again, he was standing beside me, his shaft gripped tight in his hand. Daddy stroked his cock as he stared at me, all splayed out for him, my legs still wide open. He stroked and stroked, his eyes locked on my pussy, before his whole frame slightly shuddered. As white lines of cum started to erupt out of his cock, he made sure all of it landed somewhere on me, on my dress, on my thighs, on my bare stomach.

"Daddy painted me." I lightly chuckled at my own joke, a drunken haze still surrounding me. "I'm his favorite canvas."

"Yes, you are, princess. Yes, you are."

**

"Do you want me to put more sunscreen on you, princess?"

I was sitting next to Daddy on a practically empty beach. Thanks to my drunken shenanigans yesterday, we'd ended up in bed quite early. That was kind of a good thing, though, since it led to us being one of the few people on the beach so early in the morning. Besides, I was grateful that the zombie cocktails had done their job, helping me fight off the instinct to just let Daddy take me however he wanted.

Unfortunately for me, today the instinct seemed to be worse.

Maybe it was because I'd let him come all over me. Maybe it was because I'd let him make me come too.

Whatever it was, I could barely handle it. I was already wet and the sun was barely out.

Fuck.

I was fucked, wasn't I?

"Princess? Sunscreen?" Daddy shook the bottle for emphasis.

"Um..." I hesitated, looking between him and the bottle.

"...Are you really that afraid of me touching you?" He smirked. "You think I'm going to put some sunscreen on you and pin you against the sand? Get you pregnant right here in front of a small audience?"

"Who said anything about you getting me pregnant?"

Daddy wistfully sighed. "I'm just trying to give you what you want, princess."

"But I don't want--we should think about--"

"I like the name Nathan."

"...What?"

"From your Google Doc," he replied. "It looked like it was one of your top picks?"

"...You know about the Google Doc too?" Heat flooded to my face. "That wasn't--I didn't mean to--"

"Come here." Daddy poured some sunscreen into his hand, before pulling me against him, my back to his front. His hands moved in soft strokes as they ran across my exposed back and arms, ending with the top of my thighs. When he'd finished with the sunscreen, I felt his palms casually slip into the sides of my swimsuit. He then brought them up to my chest, cupping my breasts in his hands.

"Daddy!" I gasped as I felt his fingertips rolling each of my nipples between them. My chest was so sensitive that I almost cried out in pleasure, but I managed to bite my lip instead. Daddy continued playing with my chest, his fingers moving along the sensitive buds. I could feel Daddy's cock getting hard beneath me, his shaft pressed into my lower back.

"Why won't you just tell me the truth, little one?" He murmured. "Why won't you just tell me that you want me to claim your body as fully mine? That you want to be pregnant for me?"

"Daddy, please, we're in public--"

"Do you really think I care about that?" Daddy moved his hands away from my chest, bringing them down to my thighs. He slipped a hand underneath my swimsuit, his fingers soon finding my clit and roughly rubbing against it. "Do you really think I wouldn't make you come for me right now? And then fuck you until you could barely stand?"

"Daddy--"

"Why won't you just admit that you want Daddy to get you pregnant?" He shifted one hand back up towards my chest, now teasing my nipple and my clit at the same time. "Just tell Daddy the truth."

"...I can't. I don't know why." I moaned through my answer, my body already so close to coming for him. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry--"

My words were cut off by pleasure rolling down my body, an orgasm ripping right through me. As I came, I felt Daddy slide his fingers inside of me, pressing against that special spot. "Your body already knows who you belong to, little one. Isn't that right?"

"Daddy, please. I don't want to come like--not here--" I pleaded and begged. My words were met with Daddy moving his hands away from my chest and pussy...

Right before he placed them on my waist, slightly bending me over until I was resting on my hands. He positioned himself behind me, his thick cock pressed against me. We were still in our swimsuits, but that didn't stop him from grinding into me, making sure I felt every inch of him.

"What if Daddy wanted to take you like this right now? Would you let me?"

"...Yes," I admitted.

"Why?"

"Because I belong to you, Daddy." My words came out small.

"Does all of you belong to Daddy?"

"Yes."

"Hmm. So, you do understand, then." He moved away from me after he spoke, returning to his side of the beach towel. "Interesting."

I didn't ask any follow-up questions, grateful for the moment of relief. Instead, I cuddled up next to him and enjoyed bathing in the sun, trying my best to not think about the constant ache between my thighs or how good his cock had felt pressed against my back.

**

The rest of the day passed by like normal.

Daddy hadn't brought up getting me pregnant again and I somehow managed to not lose my mind. We'd gone out for dinner after our big beach day and were headed back to the rental. After a spirited debate about whether or not salad could be

reheated

, we stuffed our leftovers in the fridge and made our way out onto the front porch area. It was private, with fences on either side of us, giving us a good view of the beach but restricting anyone's view of us.

We sat on the porch, with my head on his shoulder, staring up at the stars. He was pointing out a constellation, but I was barely able to focus, the smell of him suddenly too strong, the thought of him slamming inside of me too much to resist--

"I have to--I'll be inside--" I tried to move away from him.

But Daddy kept me in place, his arm tight around me. "No."

"No?"

"No," he repeated. "We're not doing that anymore, princess. You don't get to run away from me."

"But I don't--"

"You're not going to make me do this every time, are you, little one?"

"Do what?"

"This." Daddy nudged me towards the floor, my back hitting against it. He was on top of me, then, his hands pinning my wrists above my head, his leg spreading my thighs apart. "Whenever you want me to get you pregnant, am I going to have to chase you down each time?"

"Wait, Daddy, I don't--" My words were cut off by Daddy's mouth against mine, his tongue deepening the kiss between us. I moaned against his lips, my frame warming underneath him. I barely noticed when he took off his belt, soon wrapping it around my wrists, keeping me bound in place against the ground. It wasn't until I felt him move away from me, his hands sliding my panties down my thigh, did I snap back into the moment.

"Daddy, wait--" I pleaded, as he grabbed onto my thighs, letting my legs rest against his shoulders.

"Why?" He asked, before he slid his cock deep inside of me, every inch of him filling me up.

"Because we need to get a condom--"

"No. We don't." He pulled his shaft all the way out of me before slamming it right back in. I shuddered at the feel of it, as a moan escaped my mouth. He smirked down at me before repeating the motion, again and again, my pussy only getting wetter with each thrust.

"You like this, don't you, princess?"

"No. I...we need to be...responsible--Fuck!" I groaned as Daddy readjusted, pushing closer to my chest. "Daddy, you can't come inside me--"

"Yes, I am."

"Daddy--"

"This is how it goes, little one. I'm going to come deep inside of you. You're going to get pregnant. We're both going to be so happy we can't stand it. And then, we're going to do it at least one more time."

"Daddy!"

"Fine. Maybe two more. But we really have to cut it off somewhere."

I wanted to fight against him, to tell him that he was wrong. But when he spoke about us having babies together, all I felt was happy and warm. Whatever chemicals in my brain that I'd been avoiding by

avoiding him

during ovulation were fully loosed in my head. As Daddy pumped inside of me, all I felt were butterflies, as daydreams of cribs and strollers and first steps danced around my head.

This was it.

I'd finally and completely lost my mind. "...Get me pregnant, Daddy."

"What was that, princess?"

"Get me pregnant, Daddy. Please? I want to have all your babies," I groaned, my pussy tightening around his cock. "Make me a mommy. Please. Make me fully yours."

"I thought you'd never ask." He smiled down at me before he picked up the pace, fucking me harder and faster than before. I was a complete goner as I looked up at him, the stars framing his face, his hair looking perfect in the moonlight. By the time he finished deep inside of me, my mind was already on places that might sell pregnancy tests on the boardwalk.

Maybe we could pick one up as a souvenir for the trip home.