Don't Tell Daddy

by Jai Amor

"You got a boyfriend?"

  "Who wants to know?"

  Pamela knew that he knew she had a boyfriend. She also knew that he cared very little about her boyfriend and wanted her. She didn’t even care about her boyfriend right now.

  "So is it serious?"

  "We've been at it a few years."

  "How good is it?"

  "Good enough to stay."

  "Well then it's bad enough to go."

  "Let's not beat around the bush, Marc. You wanna hookup or what?"

  Pamela looked up at Marc's eyes focused on her figure. Yeah, he wanted to fuck.

  He was adopted. At least by Bryan. No foul, no harm. She was down. Bryan couldn't get to her all the time.

  "You down with a threesome?"

  "Man or woman?"

  "Woman."

  Pamela just smiled, her eyes making a trail from Marc's face down to his dick. He was a gifted man. Very gifted. "I'll try it. But I get first ride."

  "Of course."

  Marc moved closer to Pamela. "No kissing," she teased and dived into the water, leaving a confused, erect Marc staring after her. All he knew was that he was tapping that, and soon.

  ***

  Pamela got out of the lake and left Marc outside. Bryan was in her room on the bed when she walked in. "Are you crazy?"

  "A little bit. Most Latinas are."

  "Don't get cute with me."

  Pamela reached for a towel, rolling her eyes. "Well sorry."

  "If you sleep with my son, you won't be sleeping with me."

  Pamela wondered if she was willing to take that risk. Elijah was dumb. He'd never taken time to know her body. But if she slept with Marc, would Bryan know?

  She just couldn't fall in love with Bryan. He was married for crying out loud. Whoever she had to sleep with to prevent those feelings, she’d sleep with.

  Pamela strutted over, slow and sexy, and sat in Bryan's lap, kissing him. She played with the soft hairs on the nape of his neck tenderly. He held her around the waist. "Stop worrying, Papi," she whispered.

  Bryan laid her back on the bed and kissed her neck, pulling her bikini bottoms off. "Let me remind you, Pamela. If you ever find a young man who can fuck you even half as good as me, you're welcome to never let me touch you again. But you won't."

  Bryan spread her legs and put one over his shoulder. Immediately, she moaned. "Mmm, Bryan," she whispered. "We're not alone."

  "Shut up," he told her, running his tongue across her jewel. She was soaking before he got anywhere, really. Just the anticipation. "This is my pussy."

  "All yours," she agreed in heat, arching her back. "Ay, cómeme tan bueno, Papi," she commanded, her hips gyrating into his face. "Oh! Oh yes, yes. Fuck."

  She gripped the sheets. She pulled his head closer. She couldn't decide. "Oh, ooh. Mmm. Bryan, oh God. Please," she begged. "Oh yeah. Ahh."

  Bryan let Pamela cum in his mouth, lapping at her juices as her pussy convulsed.

  Bryan climbed over Pamela. "Look at me," he ordered, entering her. She obeyed the command, biting her lip. "Say it's mine."

  "It's yours, Papi. All yours," she promised. The way he was stroking, it was the truth. He owned her pussy. That just made her resolve to work this out of her system that much stronger.

  The only sounds were grunts, groans, moans, and skin-on-skin. Their fluids ran down her thighs as he pumped in and out of her, knocking her walls.

  Bryan slowed his strokes, making each one deeper as he kissed Pamela softly. Her eyes closed as she held on. "Look at me," he commanded.

  "I can't," she whispered.

  He kissed her neck, stroking her soft hair. In, out, in, out. "Oh God, Mela. You're so tight. Ooh, you're so wet, baby."

  Pamela grinded her pelvis into his, intensifying the sensations. "Oh, Papi. Yeah. Fuck me good."

  Bryan kissed her, lifting a leg over his shoulder. She gasped from the impact as he dug deeper.

  "Oh fuck."

  "Bryan. Bryan. Oh, ooh. Yes baby," she called. She buried her head between his neck and shoulder, working her hips with his. " It's yours! Oh."

  He knew she could never have trouble remembering a name she called out daily. Odd how often she had as a girl. Anyone whom she didn't really call by name.

  Pamela quivered under his powerful body. He slowed down further, making her feel, really feel, each and every stroke. She whimpered. "Please, Bryan," she whispered. "I'm so close. Please, faster..."

  "No. Feel me, querida. Feel me in your womb. How do I feel, mami?"

  "Oh," she managed. "You feel so good daddy. Mmm."

  Pamela came just as the door burst open.

  "Oh. That was so good, daddy," Pamela sighed in content, not noticing the girl standing in the door, mouth agape. But Bryan did.

  "Who are you?"

  "Umm..." She stared at their two naked bodies. "I'm Ileana. M-marc invited me."

  Pamela looked the girl over. She was straight, but that chick was fucking hot. She had double-D cups, a medium sized waist, wide hips, with an ass that looked like two basketballs. Her skin was the shade of toffee. Her eyes hazel, and her full lips pink.

  "Ileana," Bryan said patiently, covering their bodies. "Do you realize you've broken my lock?"

  "I'm sorry. Marc told me… The handle… I'm sorry. I'll replace it."

  "Don't worry about it. Just keep your mouth shut."

  Ileana left the room, closing the broken door. Bryan let out an aggravated breath. Pamela wrapped her leg around him, playing with his dick, kissing his neck. "Don't stress it, Papi," she whispered. She kissed his lips.

  "Don't stress?"

  "She won't tell. I know she won't. She likely wants it."

  Bryan ignored her, unwrapping her leg, and putting on his clothes. "Go wash up. I have to go to the hardware store."

  Pamela obeyed the command. In the shower, she calculated that Bryan would be gone at least an hour and a half. More than enough time. So she didn't put on clothes afterwards.

  When Pamela got outside, Marc and Ileana were on the beach, but upon seeing her, both became turned on. "So," she started, heading towards the beach. "Which of you wants to eat me first?" she asked.

  "I do," Marc said, licking his lips. She motioned to him, smiling.

  Marc kissed her neck, fingering her pussy. He fingered worse than Elijah. But she tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. When he got to licking, it felt like a cat's tongue, and his technique was... There was no fucking technique!

  "Mm," she groaned in disapproval. "Parada lo."

  "What's wrong?"

  "I want her.” She pointed to Ileana.

  The two traded positions, and Pamela got her fingers tangled in Ileana's thick hair. Pamela was not giving Marc the pussy. He was sexy. Too bad he fingered and ate like an adolescent. She wasn't giving him a third strike.

  Ileana gripped Pamela's ass and plunged her tongue in, her teeth grazing her clit. "Oh, yeah. Mm."

  Marc watched the two women, massaging his erect dick. Pamela wanted him to go away. She could handle Ileana without the third party.

  Her breath caught and she couldn't stand. "Oh, oooh... Ah..."

  Pamela's knees buckled and she felt herself growing weak. Ileana continued eating her like the Last Supper. "Lay down," she finally said, feeling Pamela quiver.

  "Let's go inside," Pamela suggested instead.

  "Okay."

  As they walked, Ileana and Pamela kissed, fingering each other. Pamela couldn't explain why she was so hot for a woman, but she sure loved having her fingers in this pussy.

  Marc trailed behind, his dick throbbing to be inside one of the thick hotties. His eyes roamed over their bodies, consuming every curve. Men dreamed of this, and here he was.

  Inside the bedroom, Pamela put her finger in her mouth and moaned. They got into the bed. "You're sexy," she told Ileana, pulling her close and kissing her, grinding into her. Ileana caressed Pamela's body, exploring with both hands. She then stuck her fingers back into her dripping tunnel. "Mmm," Pamela
sighed. "Oh... Yeah."

  Marc sat on the bed, jacking off to the image of the two beautiful women. Shit, he was a lucky man right now.

  Pamela cupped Ileana's ass, inserting her fingers from the back. "Ahhh," Ileana moaned loudly. "Ooh. Eat my pussy," she commanded. Pamela took her time. She sucked on Ileana's plump titties and moved lower, kissing her stomach.

  Marc got a condom on and stood behind Pamela, gripping her hips. He slapped her ass before he rubbed the soft flesh, gripping it before he grabbed his dick and guided it into her wetness, emitting a slight moan from Pamela as she held herself up on Ileana’s thighs. His strokes were decent. He was no Bryan, but he was okay.

  Pamela tentatively licked the wet flesh between the other woman’s legs. Then, she imagined how she would want her pussy eaten and folded the lips back, placing her lips on the warmness and sucking softly on her pearl.

  "Ah yeah, yeah!" Ileana cried out, gripping Pamela's hair. "Oh, fuck! Yes! Oh that feels so good."

  Surprised to find herself enjoying the taste, Pamela moaned into Ileana’s lips, slowly flicking her tongue around her pulsing bud.

  "Stroke my clit," Pamela requested of Marc, looking back at him. He had pure ecstasy in his features.

  Ileana pulled Pamela's head back. Marc did as he was told, but he came much too quickly. He and Ileana climaxed in sync. Pamela lapped at Ileana while Marc collapsed on her. "Get the fuck off me. That was pathetic. Never fucking your ass again," she snapped in frustration.

  "I'll take care of you," Ileana whispered, kissing her lips and lowering her head.

  Pamela squirmed while Marc fell asleep. Ileana pulled Pamela’s clit into her mouth as she slid two fingers into her, feeling Pamela’s walls squeezing her fingers. Pamela gripped the sheets, her eyes closed as she came harder than she had. Even with Bryan. But she quickly got up. "Hey, you really won't tell, will you?"

  "Tell who what?" Ileana asked with a smile, kissing Pamela. "Your secret is safe with me."

  "Did you hear us?" Pamela asked nervously, shifting her weight, biting her lip.

  "Only you. I thought you was stroking the kitty. Marc told me to come and meet you. Your moan was sexy as hell. I wanted to eat you right then. You are fucking sexy," Ileana said, looking her over, dipping her finger in her still wet pussy, kissing her stomach. "And your pussy is so sweet."

  Pamela moaned, throwing her head back as Ileana stroked her clit with her thumb.

  "Next time, we don't need Marc," Ileana whispered, pulling her fingers out. She held Pamela's hips. "We can do it just us two."

  "Yeah," Pamela breathed. Ileana flicked her tongue across Pamela's wet pussy lips. Pamela quivered.

  "You like it when I eat you?" Ileana asked, looking up. Pamela could only nod as her muscle throbbed, begging for some release. She grinded into the air, closing her eyes, biting her lip. A hand cupped her titties, and the other was sliding towards her waiting pussy.

  "Look at you ma, jonesin'," Ileana teased. "Ever trib?"

  "No."

  Ileana just smiled. "Another time,” she decided, proceeding to pull Pamela back towards her face, gripping her hips as Pamela writhed.

  Pamela left the room and took another shower. Then she put on another swimsuit and went to get something quick to eat on the beach.

  She sat there eating her apple, when all of a sudden, she felt lips on her neck. "You're a disobedient little slut," Bryan whispered, his lips brushing her neck.

  "What do you mean?" she choked, closing her eyes. His lips felt so good on her neck but the surprise was certainly not welcome.

  "What do I mean?"

  He chuckled. "You mean you didn't fuck my son?"

  "I've been on the beach," she told him coolly. "It's yours, Papi." She leaned up and kissed him. He put his arms around her waist, returning the kiss.

  "Heather will be here tonight."

  "Okay," she said with disappointment. He kissed her again and stroked her hair back.

  "Next time you lie to me, rinse your mouth. You taste like pussy," he informed her and walked away coolly, leaving her staring after him.

  Pamela stared at the water. Then she disposed of her apple core and dived in. "Mela!" she heard Heather call. "I have a surprise for you, mija!"

  "What?" Pamela couldn't hear. But she saw her parents and got out of the water to hug them. "How was the vacation?"

  Her parents exchanged a smile. "Good," they said together.

  "Great."

  "Oh, mija. Do you know where mi esposo is?" Heather asked.

  "Inside fixing the lock on my room. Marc invited a friend. She kinda broke it."

  "Marc and his friends." Heather went inside, shaking her head. "Jada is on her way," she called.

  "Awesome!"

  ***

  Everyone sat around the bonfire that Jada insisted on, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, just enjoying the company. "I need a job," Pamela told Jada.

  "Oh, Bry, you need a personal assistant don't you? That would be perfect if it's Mela. You guys already know each other and she gets paid to travel!" Heather suggested.

  "Do it," Jada suggested to Pamela so that Bryan would stop offering the position to her between résumés.

  "Why don't you?"

  "Please. I am far too busy to work for Daddy. Robotics," Jada said, doing the robot.

  "Please never do that again."

  Jada just smiled. "If Papi doesn't mind, I'd like to," Pamela said, smiling sweetly at her godfather and lover.

  "You start Monday. I have to go to Milan for a week. I hope you have suits."

  "Bryan, she's a model. Of course she has suits," Carmella said, taking a bite of her burger, her ponytail swishing. She looked so young. "Because I made them for her to model," she finished after swallowing.

  Carmella was a high end fashion designer. So high end, only the richest of the rich even knew who she was. She had put Pamela to work as a model around fifteen. She was tall, curvy, and pretty. If people saw her in clothes, they would want them.

  "Good. Because she'll need them. I expect professional dress in my office at all times. Get it?"

  "Got it."

  "Good."

  Pamela smiled to herself, taking a huge chunk of her burger. She was going to work with Bryan. What a thrill.

  "Did you two have fun while I was away?"

  "No. Papi is so boring. Never leave me again, Madrina! All he did was fish. Then tossed 'em back in at that!"

  "Glad it was you this time," Jada said smugly. "I learned my lesson five summers ago. No Ma, no lake."

  "So you ditch your old man on purpose?" Bryan asked, pretending he was offended.

  "Of course not, Daddy. I just mark my calendar when Mama does."

  Pamela and Carmella giggled while Jonta shook his head and Bryan gave his daughter a sidelong glance. For the longest time, he’d believed this to be coincidence. His wife and daughter were busy women and he didn’t begrudge them this fact. Hearing that his baby intentionally made sure she wasn’t at the lake without her mother hurt his feelings, though.

  "I'll make sure my wallet marks its calendar the next time you want something."

  Everyone else laughed at that, but Bryan didn’t. He wasn’t joking with her.

  Jada went to get her s'mores stuff, shrugging. By the time she wanted something from him, he would have forgotten all about this.

  "Pamela, I need to talk to you tonight about tomorrow."

  "Huh?"

  "The job, honey," Jonta reminded her.

  "It's Sunday?"

  "It's Sunday," her parents and godparents confirmed together.

  "Okay."

  The summer made Pamela forget days of the week. Every day was the same to her and when she was filling out job applications, she generally had to look at her phone to check the date.

  "We have to leave tonight. So you and Jada get all your little titters and giggles in."

  "Why you say it like that?" Jada asked, sucking her teeth.

  "Because you're
little girls."

  Jada didn’t appreciate being called a little girl now that she was a bona fide adult. She was of age and therefore not a little girl.

  "We've come into age, thank you very much."

  "What do you own?"

  "Nothing."

  Jada frowned and Pamela stayed in her own lane not wanting a single part of whatever Bryan was getting at. He wasn’t going to be calling her a little girl when they got alone again.

  "Where do you live?"

  "At home."

  "And how many bills do you pay?"

  "None."

  "Okay then, little girl."

  Jada rolled her eyes. "Whatevs."

  Bryan watched Pamela giggle as she and Ileana talked. He noticed that Ileana kept finding little ways to touch Pamela and it burned him inside.

  Bryan felt possessive over Pamela and he didn’t want to think of anyone else having her. He especially was pissed because watching Ileana continuously touch his lover only reminded him that she’d decided to mess with his son despite what he’d told her.

  "What was that?" Ileana asked.

  "It was a wink. See?" Pamela tried demonstrating again.

  Carmella laughed at her daughter. "Your face looks like it's having a seizure with your mouth all open and your one eye all wide while the other is twitching!"

  Everyone else laughed along, including Pamela. She had trouble with winking and had never properly learned.

  "You can't wink?" Bryan asked.

  "Never learned."

  "We'll work on that in the plane."

  "Yay." She clapped.

  "While you're teaching her shit, teach her how to chew her gum properly. Little brat won't listen to me."

  "So you assume she'll listen to me?" Bryan chuckled. "Mela, go on and pack up."

  Pamela went in the house, and Jada followed her in. Jonta turned to his best friends. "Keep them little horny Italians off my baby."

  "Of course, man."

  "Matter fact, put her in your room so she don't get tempted."

  "Huh?"

  "I'm serious. She been around you her whole life. I trust you. I don't trust horny boys around my daughter. If she share a room with you, she won't get tempted."

  "Jonta, I booked a single bed, man."

  "Pullout bed. She can sleep on a pallet on the floor. She will be okay."

  "Alright then."