"Katie's Aquaphile Adventure"
by J.D. Savanyu
Daddy drove his luxurious SUV out of Old Greenwich early this morning, leaving the wealthy NYC suburbs and heading north on I-95 with his hot blonde barely legal daughter. We're cruising through New England, listening to smooth jazz and looking forward to lots of wild sex in the Maine wilderness. This week-long summer retreat is gonna be fucking awesome.
Roger turns off the interstate east of Portland, and barrels northward on a small state route. Our private two thousand-acre resort is just an hour away now, and the anticipation is killing me. I massage his dick through his khaki shorts, making him groan while driving past a potato farm.
"Cut it out, Katie."
"I'm just playing around, daddy."
"I need to focus on the road, especially winding country ones like these with lots of moose and shit."
"Fine, whatever," I pout adorably, like the spoiled rich eighteen year-old girl I am. "I'll just play with myself."
I hike up my pink $300 summer dress, pull down my pink $200 panties, and work my clit in slow circles, moaning pleasantly over a sultry saxophone tune by Jazz Funk Soul.
"Damn, girl. You're so fucking crazy."
"Hell yeah. I still can't believe I fucked you in your office last week, at the top of 30 Rock."
"That was fucking insane. I've been thinking about it all week, even during board meetings. We gave a whole new meaning to the term 'stock jobbing'."
"That mutual hedge fund really paid dividends," I utter seductively. "But let's forget about Wall Street for a while, and have some wild fun in the boondocks."
"
Wet
and wild fun. I can't wait to pound your pussy under that waterfall."
"Last year you had to sneak out with mommy to do that, while I was still asleep in the cabin."
"But now Leni is out of the picture, and we're going off the deep end."
"A gay divorcee and his debutante daughter, venturing off to the wilderness for an erotic rendezvous. That sounds like the back cover of a Harlequin romance novel."
"More like a Bang Bros. parody of a Harlequin romance novel," Daddy remarks. I giggle sweetly, then I squeeze his balls and make him groan louder. A Maine state trooper car approaches our SUV from behind with lights flashing and siren wailing, so I quickly pull my panties back up and push my dress back down. The trooper passes us and turns onto a smaller county road.
"He's probably busting a meth lab in a barn somewhere, like a hillbilly version of
Breaking Bad
."
"I never watched a single episode of that goddamn show, and I never will," Roger grunts. "Take those panties all the way off, and keep them off for the rest of the week."
"Yes sir, Mister Keofferam," I chuckle, sliding those overpriced skivvies down past my ankles and tossing them behind my head. They land on top of my fancy suitcases, full of summer outfits, sex toys, and history books. I'll be getting ready for my first semester at Oxford in the fall, reading on the front porch of our cabin with daddy (in-between marathon hiking and humping sessions.) In the meantime, I gaze out at a small rushing river along the road, with perverted pornographic images rushing through my mind.
We finally turn onto the long driveway of our massive plot of land in the Longfellow mountains, ten miles from the nearest town. Far from prying eyes, with only a handful of local hicks who would never recognize Roger as the billionaire CEO of a prestigious investment firm, with a sexy blonde daughter. The bumpy gravel path winds through a pine forest for half a mile, then it straightens out in a wide meadow. A babbling brook flows into a small lake, with a log cabin on the northern shore. A large hot tub is nestled on a wooden deck between the lake and the cabin, beckoning me with an erotic aquaphile siren song.
I get out and stretch my lean athletic body in the pure mountain air, gazing at a high wooded ridge on the northern horizon, with the dim outline of a waterfall in the middle.
"Nobody's around to see us, so let's get butt fucking naked, and stay naked all week," I beam while unzipping my dress.
"Seriously, girl? You're going all
Naked and Afraid
?"
"Hell yeah. I'm comfortable with my body."
"Me too," he beams, quickly unbuttoning his flannel shirt. "But we better wear boots on the trails, because there's lots of prickly pears and shit. Literal shit, from Yogi Bear."
I giggle at his vintage dad joke, and take off my fancy dress from a designer boutique on Greenwich Avenue (the Rodeo Drive of the east coast.) No bra or panties underneath. He admires my perky all-natural d-cup breasts while taking off his designer boxer shorts. A huge erect penis springs out, pointing directly at my blonde hairy pussy.
"God damn, I'm the luckiest father in the world."
"Hell yeah. I'm way hotter than those Naked and Afraid bitches."
"You're hot as fuck, blondie," Daddy beams, smacking my bare heart-shaped ass. "Their ratings would go way up if they grabbed some Hooters waitresses and stripped 'em bare in the jungle."
We take our suitcases into the cabin, and then we start hiking through a vast rugged forest. The warm sun and cool shade invigorates my tender exposed flesh. We've been naked together for hours on end in our mansion ever since we started this illegal love affair in February, but always with the curtains closed. This is the first time we've gone
au natural al fresco
. Surrounded by soothing natural vibes after being surrounded by phony one-percenter assholes for way too long.
Sweat trickles down my pale white flesh as we maneuver across the steep rocky terrain. Sweat streams over my big tits and flat belly, funneling right down to my pussy. Twenty minutes later, we finally hear the white noise hiss of the waterfall. It soon appears around a giant boulder. I take off my boots and socks, step into a cool rushing creek, and submerge my naked body under a powerful wall of H2O.
"Oh my god, that feels
sooo
good," I moan luxuriantly. I take several refreshing gulps, and wash out the sweat from under my breasts. "Come on in, the water's fine."
He kicks off his boots and joins me in amazing ASMR indulgence. The crisp water hits his cute forty-something face and his fully erect manhood, making him groan pleasantly. I wrap my arms around his ripped pecs and biceps, pushing that nine-inch prick up against my belly. Kissing my father passionately, warming us up for a wet wild fuckfest.
"I dreamed about this very moment when I was looking at the fountain in Rockefeller Plaza last week," I utter dreamily. "Right before I went up to your office on the 64th floor, and opened a big 'offshore account'."
"Naughty fucking bitch, living out your
30 Rock
porn fantasies, like a sluttier version of Cerie Xerox."
"Naughty fucking daddy,
letting
me live out my fantasies."
"Let's live out
another
one, right fucking now."
Roger grabs my shoulders and shoves me down in the rushing creek. I grab that thick veiny shaft and shove that fat mushroom cockhead into my little mouth. He tilts his head back and howls toward the pure blue sky. I twist my head back and forth, as far as I can go. Slurping and moaning loudly, gagging over and over.
"Fuck yeah, bitch! Keep choking on daddy's big fucking dick. You're gonna drink so much cum this week, you'll be shitting splooge!"
I laugh with a mouthful, loving his comically macho role-playing. The opposite of his usual low-key suave CEO vibe. The sense of danger makes our wild rendezvous even better. This is a huge private estate in the middle of nowhere, more than twice the size of Central Park... but what if another vacationer from New York City gets lost and wanders over to this waterfall,
and
recognizes the CEO of Pinnacle Equity Management,
and
recognizes me as his only child? The chances are about one in a billion, but even that tiny risk gets me so damn horny.
"Squeeze that dick harder, Katie. Oh fuck, just like that! God, I love how the sun gleams all over your hot wet body."
He grabs my head with both hands and face-fucks me fast and hard. I keep sucking on that thick throbbing shaft, groaning harshly as he pumps that prick over my tongue. My animal instincts take over in this verdant oasis; like a mountain lion copulating with an alpha male.
"Scream on that dick, you fucking whore!" he growls fiercely. I roar like a cougar on his cock, feeding off his erotic aggression.
"Fuck yeah, bitch! I know you love getting skullfucked by your goddamn sugar daddy!"
He whips my head back and forth on his cock in the cool misty air. Groaning, slurping, and gagging loudly, with big ropes of spittle oozing off my chin. I reach down with my free hand and work my clit slowly, getting my pussy well-lubricated for my father. Making him happy is always my first concern. My own pleasure always comes second. I've always been his perfect obedient angel, resisting the temptation to become another cliché rebellious rich kid... but now I'm taking that devotion to an absurd extreme, obeying all his sexual orders whenever he gets "in the mood."
Roger stops swinging his hips a minute later, catching his breath and giving me a chance to swallow.
"I wanna make this last. Get up and spread your legs in the creek, nice and wide."
"Yes sir, Mister Keofferam."
I stand up and stretch my tennis-toned legs in a wide inverted V-shape, straddling two wet rocks. Daddy gets down on his knees and slurps my pussy ravenously. Grinding his lips, tongue and teeth all over that blonde hairy twat. Making me feel so good down there, while the cool waterfall massages the rest of my body. He squeezes my ass cheeks with both hands while nibbling my throbbing clitoris.
"Oh god, daddy, that feels so
good
! Keep biting your daughter's naughty place!"
I grab the back of his head, locking his face firmly against my crotch as he chomps my little pink pleasure center. Daddy always makes it hurt so good. He slaps my ass cheeks nice and hard, making loud wet smacking sounds that get drowned out by the louder white noise water sounds.
"Turn that ass fucking red, boss! Treat me like a cheap municipal bond."
"I'll treat you like an unpaid skanky intern, blondie."
He keeps spanking the shit out of me while eating my sensitive fleshy folds. I groan loudly toward the serene highland forest, waking up all the other wild animals. Masochistic pleasure takes complete control of me; savoring every second of his aggressive white-collar domination.
He gets up and smacks perky soaked d-cups. Loud stinging blows, just the way I like it. He keeps wailing away while I picture him doing the same thing to Anne Hathaway, his perky secretary at Pinnacle Equity Management. I arch my back sharply in a rush of kinky pleasure, begging for more. His entire body is ripped to shreds, thanks to plenty of golf, tennis, and power lifting sessions at the weight room in the basement of our mansion, near the big hot tub where he took my virginity.
"You deserve this punishment, you devious daddy-fucker. I'm cleansing your sins in this holy water."
"Yes, father! Redeem your sinful spoiled daughter."
He swings downward, spanking my vagina just as hard, making my knees buckle. He keeps whacking it relentlessly, driving me insane with dark lust.
"Don't fucking stop, daddy! You spank me so fucking
good
!"
"You can never get enough, you crazy kink whore."
He smacks my snatch twelve more times, until I literally can't take it any more. A massive orgasm explodes throughout my body, making me squirt all over him. I roar in triumph as he laughs sleazily.
"Oh
please
