Damn it Layla

Author's Note: Just averybrief watersports part in this one, so you know.

"Damn it, Layla!" I cursed, coming out of a deep sleep only to be greeted with the sight of my daughter's face, my semi-erect cock tucked between her precious pink lips.

"Morning daddy!" She sang, momentarily removing her mouth from my hard on, her eyes smiling at me more than what her lips could show at that moment. I could see that my daughter was naked, her knees bent as she lazily kicked her pretty feet behind her while working her tongue along my shaft.

"You can't just come sneaking in here like that!" I argued, almost hoarsely as she took me deeper into her mouth, my cock tingling from her expert tongue work. "What if I thought you were an intruder and attacked you?"

"Yeah, 'cause intruders break in to your house to suck your dick." She groaned sarcastically, running her tongue along the length of my hardness once more.

"Fuck. Not what I meant. I just..." My words were cut short as she took me deeper into her throat, the velvety muscles working their magic.

"Look, I can stop." Layla paused for a moment, looking at me dead in the eye, my cock dripping with her saliva as it rested against her cheek.

"Not what I meant either." My foggy brain stuttered, feeling her tongue worming its way around the head of my cock once more.

"Then shut up and let me suck your cockdaddy." She shot back emphatically. I did exactly that, letting my daughter work her wonderful mouth on my flesh, which she seemed to be really getting into. It was the slowest, most sensual blow job that I think I'd ever had and it seemed that she loved giving as much as I loved receiving.

"Shutting up..." I sighed while she took me deep once more, her gag reflex almost non-existent compared to the first time she sucked me off. I was soon caught up in my curious study of her technique. One moment she was deep throating me until her lips reached the base of my cock, her tongue slipping out of her mouth to lick my balls ever-so-slightly.

The next she was slurping up her saliva that had gathered on my shaft, lapping it up before running her pink tongue along the length of my shaft. The co-ordination with her free hand was unreal as she used it to guide me around her mouth like it was second nature.

"Fuck princess that feels so fucking good..." I moaned between the pure shots of pleasure she was sending through me, my balls beginning to ache for sweet release. Layla agreed by moaning around my cock, the vibrations adding another wonderful sensation to her mouth work.

I just watched her in admiration and lust. I loved seeing her bright blonde hair as she worked me over, whether it was brushing against my hips or flipped over to the side so she could show off her skills. That and her eyes; those deep browns that seared into your mind, letting you know that her special talent was reserved for those she loved.

For some reason though this morning I found my thoughts drifting to a fantasy of having both her and Staci at the same time, Layla licking my cock as I plowed into Staci's warm, tight pussy or having Staci lick her best friend's juices off of it as I fucked my daughter's tight little holes. It was sending me closer to a wonderful climax when there was a knock at the bedroom door.

"Hey daddy? You alright? Who are you talking to?" My head snapped to attention as I looked towards the door. I then turned my attention back to my daughter, her eyes wide with surprise, my cock still planted firmly in her mouth.

"Um, yeah, I'm good," I replied, clearing my throat. "I just woke up. Must have been talking in my sleep."

"My car won't start. Can you come have a look at it?" Staci continued as she tried opening the door, the rattle of the knob echoing through the silent room.

"Hey why is your door locked?" Staci questioned as Layla's lips came off my cock with a loud pop.

"Fuck!" Layla swore under her breath, clearly annoyed. "Just go help her!"

"Can't we finish first?" I whispered to my daughter, my aching balls knowing I wassoclose.

"Daddy?" Staci called once more from the other side of the door.

"Apparently not." Layla huffed, rolling her eyes as she slid out from between my legs as I turned my attention back to Staci's plight.

"Yeah, for sure Stace I'll be right down." I hollered back, rising from the bed and heading for my closet to grab some clothes, leaving my daughter pouting on the bed, understandably so. I quickly got dressed but before I left the room I went back over to the bed, kneeling on the mattress beside my princess.

"To be continued." I confirmed, kissing Layla on the lips before heading for the door, making my way downstairs to the garage where Staci's car was parked. She was standing by the open driver's door.

"Morning daddy!" The young woman greeted me with a warm hug, reaching down and giving my semi-rigid cock a playful squeeze. "Oh wow, still thinking about last night?"

"So, what's wrong with your car?" I asked, ignoring her question while walking to the open car door, taking up a position in the driver's seat.

"It cranks over but won't start." Staci replied, standing beside me. I turned the key and the engine turned over for a split second before coming to life.

"Sounds okay to me." I confirmed, checking the gauges to make sure it wasn't a fluke.

"Maybe you just have the magic touch." Staci purred, resting a finger on her lower lip as she looked at me innocently, although her eyes told a different story.

"Or maybe this was just an excuse to get me down here." I corrected, looking the blue haired woman up and down, which didn't help my erection as even in her work outfit she looked hot.

Staci was wearing a black denim skirt that came down to her knees, a simple white t-shirt that hugged her ample breasts and black converse sneakers. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, fanning out across her shoulders.

"Now why would I do that?" Staci sighed, wrapping her arms around my neck as our lips met in a deep, sensual kiss. The large garage door was open wide and anyone who was walking by at that moment would have seen us, but for some reason we both didn't care.

"If this is about last night, you're welcome." I teased between kisses, feeling Staci's hands reaching for the waistband of my pants.

"Hmmmm...I can think if another way to thank you..." She started, her fingers circling my erection before I pushed her hand away.

"You can thank me later but right now you have you get to work." I implied firmly, putting her hands back to her sides as a pout formed on the young woman's lips.

"Pleeeeease daddy?" Staci whined, pivoting sweetly on one foot as she looked up at me with her big innocent blue eyes.

"Just a quick one before I go?"

It didn't help that Layla had been slobbering all over my cock for the last half hour without release. Really and truly my brain didn't know which way to go so my cock decided to take the wheel.

Without a word I grabbed Staci by the waist and sat her on the hood of the car, our lips mashing together, tongues searching out the other, right there in the garage for all the world to see. It was all to evident that there was something about Staci that I just couldn't resist. The way she looked at me in the moment made my lust-addled brain melt and all I wanted to do was stick my cock in Staci's warm, inviting cunt.

By now Staci was reaching for the hem of my shirt and she peeled it off of me while I pushed my sweat pants down, my hard-on bouncing free of the waistband. Grabbing her hips I pulled the woman closer to the edge of the hood, pushing her skirt up around her waist as my fingers found the material of her panties.

I tugged them down her thighs until they hung down off her ankle before I spread Staci's legs. She was already soaked and I grabbed my cock, running it up and down her moist folds, coating it lightly before I positioned it at the entrance to her sweet little pussy. With one thrust I buried myself deep into the young woman's gripping cunt, her squeal of sheer joy echoing over the noise the car was making.

"Fuck yesssss daddy..." Stacy hissed into my ear as she wrapped her arms around my neck, holding tight as I began to pound away at her soaking wet snatch for the second time in less than twelve hours. The car rocked back and forth as we fucked right there, the sunlight beginning to filter in as it painted over our bodies.

I knew we didn't have much time so I concentrated more on filling Staci's tight little pussy with my seed, pumping faster and faster into her as she bit down on her lip, trying hard not to scream her impending orgasm. Rather she let out a series of whimpers and squeals that sounded equally hot to me and soon I felt the familiar tension in my balls.

With one final thrust I buried my cock deep into Staci's wonderfully wet folds just as she herself began to shudder with the first ripples of her orgasm.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I'm cummmminnnnggggg!!!" She cried out into my ear, her pussy muscles tensing around my cock as I filled her with cum. I steadied myself against the hood of the car, grunting as shot after shot of my hot seed found it's way into the deep recesses of the young woman's snatch.

As our twin climaxes subsided, I slumped forward against Staci's body, my eyes looking directly at her dollar store nametag, the smiley face sticker on it summarizing the way I was feeling at that moment. We both eventually came down from our orgasmic high and returned to the real world.

"Holy shit I think you need that as much as I did..." Staci purred, running her hand down to her drenched mound. Slowly she dipped her fingers into her wetness, gathering up some of the cum that had leaked out of her pussy. Looking like a seasoned porn star she brought the heady mixture to her lips, licking them clean in the most erotic way.

"Shouldn't have skipped breakfast, now I'm hungry for more." She teased, returning for another sample as I glanced up at the clock in the garage.

"Alright, time to get that pretty little ass of yours to work." I ordered, lifting her off the hood of the car, kissing her briefly one more time before I pulled my sweats back up.

"Yesdaddy." The young woman shot back sarcastically, pulling her panties up her legs and straightening out her skirt. Walking past me I smacked her ass before she turned to get in the car.

Watching her walk away I chuckled at what I saw; the dust from the hood of the car had covered the back of Staci's black skirt, except for the hand print from where I had smacked it. I didn't say a word as she backed out of the driveway, blowing me a kiss. No, that was all on her to explain when she got to work.

Heading back into the house I was looking forward to picking up where I left off with my beautiful princess. But upon returning to my bedroom I found it empty, so I started checking all of the rooms before heading downstairs.

"Lays?"

"Down here daddy!" My daughter finally acknowledged. "In the den."

Curiously I headed for the den, wondering why she would be in there. Layla was sitting in my chair at the desk, casually flipping through the pages of a book. She was wearing one of my t-shirts that barely covered her ass in the position that she was in, legs curled up beneath her body.

"Did you get Staci started?" My daughter questioned, still flipping through the book. For a moment my heart skipped a beat thinking she had seen our impromptu fuck session in the garage.

"You mean her car, right?" I confirmed, seeing she was distracted by what she was reading.

"Isn't that what she wanted you for?" Layla clarified.

"Yeah, the car's fine. Not sure what the problem was." I paused for a moment before changing the subject.

"You know we're going to have to tell her soon Lays."

"I know I know, I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out a way that I can tell her without making it seem like a big deal." Layla paused, a pained expression on her face as she rubbed her forehead.

"I think we both just have to be honest about our feelings for each other, and with her. If I know Staci like I think I do, she'll at least appreciated the honesty." I affirmed, trying to make sense of all of the scenarios I'd thought up.

"I guess...can't run 'what if?' scenarios forever." Layla sighed, turning her attention back to the book.

What I failed to mention was the fact that I had now crossed a line with Staci that my daughter didn't know about. Add to the fact both girls were unaware of my knowledge of their relationship and we had ourselves a textbook secret love triangle.

How either girl was going to react to all of it coming to light was anyone's guess, but I didn't want to push Layla, knowing she would be the one that would have the worst reaction to the news.

"So you broke into my closet I see."

"It's not 'breaking in' if you leave the key lying on your desk." My daughter toned matter-of-factly, waving it at me while she continued reading. "You really have to be more careful daddy."

"I do. But that doesn't give you permission to start going through my things."

"I didn't know mom kept journals of what you and her did together." Layla ignored my comment, continuing to flip through the book in front of her.

"Yes, I was the one who encouraged her to." I admitted, remembering the first time that I had Lisa write her thoughts down after a session.

"Your mom had all of this pent-up energy and her mind was all over the place," I recounted, thinking back to the first time Lisa and I played the Dom/sub roles.

"To help calm her a little I had her write her thoughts out in a journal and ever since then she had added to it after every time we played. The journal was basically a summary of her thoughts and feelings and she would let me read her writings afterwards. It helped me gain an insight into what she loved, what she hated, and what she wanted to explore further."

"Wow dad she really had a low pain threshold huh?" Layla observed, reading an entry my wife had made in the journal out loud;

"...I had to use the safe word again today with Adam. I am so ashamed of myself but the intensity and the pain I was feeling was way too much for my mind to handle. I promised Adam I would do better next time, as a good submissive should always acknowledge to her Master..."

"And that's the fourth time I've counted since I started reading." Layla concluded, shaking her head in dismay while clicking her tongue.

"Well, to be fair to her you're reading the entries from our early attempts. We were still trying to figure out what our limits were and I did get carried away sometimes."

My mind was now thinking back to the first few times we played, how turned on it made me to be the one in control of both the pain and pleasure that my wife was receiving. Sometimes though, her sobs and cries pushed my mind into darker places, to the point that she would have to slow things down.

"That's also the reason why you and I have a safe word." I added, stroking my daughter's cheek softly. Looking at her I could see the wheels turning in her head so what she said next didn't surprise me in the least.

"I bet I can handle anything you can do to me daddy. Better than her at least." Layla declared proudly, her eyes lighting up with excitement at the thought of surpassing her mother in something else.

"Anything?" I confirmed, making sure she understood what she had just said.

"Anything." Was her defiant, one-word reply. It made my cock twitch while my mind swirled with all of the painfully perverted scenarios I could play out with my daughter to test her limits, each building on the last until I finally came up with the one that I wanted to play out.

Without a word I walked over to an old antique table in the center of the room. My wife had picked it up at a yard sale a few months ago. It was a solid, hand-carved table, with two leaves that could be folded down to adjust the table top's surface area, depending on the use. It needed a little TLC but above all it was a solid piece of furniture and right now it was going to work perfectly as the centerpiece for what I had planned for Layla.

"Get over here." I growled, a serious look on my face as I got into the scene.

"Right now?" Layla questioned, a little surprised.

"I'm not going to ask you again. NOW!" I barked as she shot up from the chair, her bare feet padding on the hardwood floor over to where I stood.

"Lose the shirt."

Layla complied, quickly pulling the t-shirt off over her head, her beautifully firm breasts shining in the light of the room. I could tell she was getting excited by the way her pink nipples rose quickly, standing to full attention within seconds.

"Bend over the table, palms flat."

Layla wasted no time in doing so as she faced the table, bending slightly at the hips while using her hands to steady herself.

Walking over to the open closet I selected four long coils of rope, a spreader bar as well as a few more items that I had planned on surprising her with when the time came.

I immediately went to work, kneeling behind her as I wrapped one leather cuff around her left ankle, ensuring it was snug before doing the same to the other one. Reaching for the spreader bar I clipped the first hook into place.

"Spread your legs." I grunted, giving her right leg a shove. Layla obeyed, shifting her foot across the floor until it reached the other hook.

As her legs parted in front of me her arousal hit my senses almost immediately, and taking a deep breath I filled my them with my daughter's musky scent while I worked on securing her other leg in place. Adding a length of rope, I looped it through the eyelets of her ankle cuffs before tying the other end to the sturdy center post of the table.

Rising up from my kneeling position I looked over the vision before me; my beautiful daughter, bent over a table, her bubbly ass protruding upwards invitingly, almost yearning in anticipation. My cock grew hard at the knowledge that I had access to every one of her sweet little holes.

And I intended to make use of every one of them.

Coming up behind her I lowered my face until my lips almost touched her cheek.

"Don't move." I breathed in her ear, my hands groping her body roughly, letting her know who was now in control. In that moment Layla wasn't my daughter; she was prey.

"Yes daddy." Layla whispered meekly, her breath shaking with anticipation.

The way she spoke told me she knew what was coming but was exactly where she wanted to be.

Returning to the closet I selected one of the straps that hung from the back of the door. It was a heavy, thick piece of leather about two inches wide and almost a quarter inch thick. It was the exact one that had made my wife use her safe word and I knew my daughter would appreciate the irony.

Walking up behind Layla I pressed the cold piece of leather across her lower back, making her gasp from the coolness while lightly running my fingers along the soft skin towards her shoulders. Gathering her hair up in my fist I gave it a light pull which got her attention.

"You remember our safe word, right?" I hissed, my daughter's eyes widening she caught sight of the strap when I placed it on the table directly in front of her.

"Yes daddy."

Mustard. Such a silly safe word but it had a history to it; when Layla was younger, she was making herself a hotdog but was having a hard time trying to open the lid of the mustard bottle. Somehow, she decided that smacking it off the corner of the kitchen counter was the best idea, except when she did so the whole lid came off, splattering mustard all over the kitchen, ceiling included. While most of the bright yellow stains have faded, you can still see some of them today.

"Good girl." I praised, tracing my fingers along her cheek before plunging two of them deep into her mouth, making my daughter gag.