DADDY'S SLEEPOVER SECRET 4

(Selena's pov)

I slipped back into Sonia's room just as the front door opened downstairs and her voice carried up the stairs. She was back from yoga already, sounding cheerful and a little out of breath as she called out that she was home.

My heart was still racing from everything that had happened with her father. My pussy felt tender and slick, and every step I took reminded me of how full he had made me, how his cum was still slowly leaking out into my shorts. I quickly climbed back into the sleeping bag and pretended I had just woken up, trying to steady my breathing before she walked in.

Sonia pushed the door open with her yoga mat under one arm and her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. Her face was flushed from the class and she looked genuinely happy as she dropped her stuff on the floor. “Hey, sorry I took a bit longer. The new instructor was really good today. How was your morning? Did you nap like you said?”

I sat up slowly, forcing a smile even though my stomach was in knots. The guilt hit me hard seeing her like this, all excited and trusting, while I could still feel the soreness between my legs from her dad stretching me open. “Yeah, I rested a little. It was nice and quiet. How was the class? You look energized.”

She laughed and flopped down on her bed, stretching her legs. “It kicked my ass but in a good way. We should do something fun this weekend to make up for all the lazy days. What about that pool party we talked about? The weather is supposed to be perfect. Dad already said we can use the backyard and the pool. We can invite some people from college, get some music going, maybe some games.”

I nodded, trying to sound enthusiastic while my mind kept flashing back to Mr. Callan’s hands on my body just an hour earlier. “That sounds really good actually. We can make it a proper thing. Food, drinks, music. I can help with the shopping and setup. Who do you want to invite?”

We started making plans right there on her bed. Sonia pulled out her phone and we went through contacts together, laughing about who would actually show up and who would be fun to have around. She wanted it to be chill but with enough people to make it feel like a real party. I suggested a few guys from our classes, trying to steer the conversation toward getting her some attention because I needed something normal to focus on.

Mr. Callan walked past the open door a few minutes later carrying a glass of water. He was still in the t-shirt and shorts from earlier, and the way the fabric moved over his body made my breath catch. I could not help staring for a second, remembering exactly how that body had felt on top of me, how deep he had been inside me. Sonia noticed immediately.

“Oh my god Selena, I know my daddy is hot but stop staring,” she said with a laugh, rolling her eyes at me. “It’s weird. He’s literally my dad.”

I looked away quickly, my face burning hot with embarrassment and fresh guilt. My voice came out a little shaky but I tried to play it off. “Sorry… I can’t help it sometimes. Respectfully though. He just has that whole confident dad vibe going on. It’s hard not to notice.”

Mr. Callan paused in the hallway for a second and glanced in with a small smirk, but he did not say anything before continuing downstairs. Sonia shook her head, still smiling. “You are ridiculous. Anyway, back to the party. I really need to meet someone this summer. I feel like I have been such a nun lately with school and everything.”

That gave me the perfect opening to shift focus. I leaned forward a little trying to sound supportive. “Exactly. That is why I am going to bring some hot boys for you. No way my best friend is staying single and bored all summer. We are getting you some proper attention. I know a couple guys who would be perfect. Fun, good looking, not assholes. You deserve it.”

Sonia grinned and we spent the next hour finalizing details. She seemed genuinely excited about the idea of meeting new people, and I kept encouraging her while inside my emotions churned. I felt like the worst friend in the world for lying to her face after spending the morning letting her father fuck me raw, but at the same time I could not stop the secret rush I got from knowing what I had done.

The rest of the week passed in this strange mix of normal friend stuff and hidden tension. We went shopping for party supplies together, laughing over ridiculous pool floats and snacks. At night I would wait until Sonia fell asleep then sneak down the hall to Mr. Callan’s room for quick, desperate sessions where he would fuck me hard with his hand over my mouth. During the day we acted completely normal around Sonia, but the stolen touches and looks kept the heat simmering between us constantly.

By Saturday the backyard was ready. Lights were strung up, coolers were full, and music played from a speaker. People started arriving in the afternoon. Sonia looked cute in her blue bikini and was in a great mood greeting everyone. I wore a red bikini that hugged my curves tightly, knowing Mr. Callan would see every inch of me. The thought made me wet even before the party really got going.

The afternoon heated up fast. People splashed in the pool, music thumped, and laughter filled the yard. I tried to stay focused on being a good friend to Sonia. I introduced her to Jake, one of the guys I had mentioned, and watched them hit it off while I floated on a raft trying to act casual. Mr. Callan played the perfect host, grilling food and handing out drinks, but his eyes kept finding me across the yard. Every time I climbed out of the pool with water running down my body I felt his stare like a physical touch. The tension built slowly all afternoon, making my skin feel hot and my nipples stay hard against my bikini top.

During one of the pool games we ended up on the same team for chicken fights. Being in the water close to him with everyone around was pure torture. His hands gripped my thighs as he lifted me onto his shoulders, his fingers digging into my soft skin just a little too possessively. I could feel the heat of his body between my legs and it took everything in me not to moan. Sonia was on another team laughing and cheering, completely oblivious.

Later when things slowed down a bit I was standing in the shallow end catching my breath when Mr. Callan swam up beside me. No one was paying close attention. He kept his voice low. “You look so fucking good in that bikini Selena. All I have been thinking about is bending you over in the pool house and fucking you while everyone is out here.”

I shivered in the warm water and pressed my thighs together. “We cannot. Not with Sonia right over there and all these people. It is too risky.”

He smiled that dark smile and his hand brushed my ass underwater. “I know. That is what makes it tempting.” The quick touch was enough to leave me throbbing as he swam away casually like nothing happened.

The party continued with more games and conversations. Sonia was talking and laughing with Jake, looking happier than I had seen her in a while. I felt another sharp pang of guilt watching her, but it mixed with the constant awareness of Mr. Callan moving around the yard. The sun started going down and people began leaving slowly. Sonia hugged me at one point thanking me again for helping plan everything. Her genuine happiness made the betrayal feel even heavier in my chest.

As the last guests left and Sonia went inside to shower and change, Mr. Callan and I were left cleaning up the yard together. He stepped up behind me while I was bending over to pick up some cups and his hand slid up the back of my thigh under my bikini bottoms. “Sonia is upstairs. Go tell her you are tired and come straight to my room. I need to be inside you after watching you all day.”

My breath caught and I nodded quickly. I walked inside to find Sonia. She was in her room already changed into pajamas looking relaxed after the successful party. I told her I was exhausted from the sun and heading to bed early. She hugged me goodnight without any suspicion and I slipped down the hall to Mr. Callan’s room feeling the heavy mix of guilt and overwhelming need building with every step.

The moment I closed the door behind me he locked it and pushed me against the wall, kissing me hard while his hands roamed over my body. The party had been full of tension and now it was finally breaking as he pulled my bikini aside and dropped to his knees in front of me.

I gasped as Mr. Callan’s strong hands pinned my wrists above my head against the cool bedroom wall, his mouth crashing into mine with a hunger that stole every breath from my lungs. His tongue pushed deep, claiming me like he owned every filthy inch of my body, and I melted into it, moaning softly into his kiss while my soaked pussy clenched with fresh need. The taste of him salt from the pool, whiskey from the party made my head spin. God, I was such a dirty little slut for him, still dripping his cum from earlier in the week, yet aching for more.

He pulled back just enough to growl against my lips, his voice low and rough with that possessive edge that made my knees weak. “You’ve been teasing me all fucking day in that tiny red bikini, Selena. Parading your tight little body around my pool, knowing I was hard as steel watching those perfect tits bounce and your ass jiggle every time you climbed out of the water.” His free hand yanked the bikini top down, exposing my stiff nipples to the air. He pinched one hard, twisting it until I whimpered, then dropped to his knees like a man starved.

Before I could even catch my breath, he shoved my bikini bottoms to the side and buried his face between my thighs. His hot tongue dragged up my slick folds in one long, filthy stroke, tasting how wet I still was from hours of secret teasing. “Fuck, baby… you’re drenched. This greedy little cunt has been leaking for me since the chicken fight, hasn’t it?” He sucked my swollen clit into his mouth, flicking it mercilessly with his tongue while two thick fingers plunged deep inside me, curling against that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.

I slapped a hand over my own mouth to muffle the loud moan that tore out of me. “Mr. Callan… oh god, yes… right there. I’m so fucking sorry for staring at you in front of Sonia but I couldn’t stop… I kept thinking about your big cock stretching me open.” The guilt twisted sharp in my chest even as pleasure flooded me. My best friend was right down the hall, fresh from her shower, trusting me completely, and here I was letting her daddy devour my cheating pussy like it was his favorite meal.

He groaned into my cunt, the vibration making my thighs shake. “That’s my dirty girl. Tell me how much you need it.” He added a third finger, pumping them faster, his tongue lashing my clit in tight circles while his other hand gripped my ass, spreading me wider. I was dripping down his chin, my juices mixing with the leftover mess from before.

“I need you so bad,” I whispered desperately, hips grinding against his face. “I’ve been such a bad friend… sneaking to your room every night, letting you fuck me raw while she sleeps. But I can’t stop. Your cock makes me feel so full, so owned. Please, Daddy… I need you inside me.”

The word “Daddy” made him feral. He stood up suddenly, spinning me around and bending me over the edge of his bed. I heard his shorts drop, then the thick, heavy head of his cock nudged my dripping entrance. He rubbed it up and down my slit, coating himself in my cream. “You’re mine now, Selena. This tight young pussy belongs to me.” In one powerful thrust he buried every inch inside me, bottoming out so deep I felt him in my belly.

I cried out into the mattress, biting the sheets to stay quiet as he started pounding me hard. The wet, obscene sound of his balls slapping my clit filled the room. He gripped my hips bruisingly, fucking me with long, brutal strokes that made my eyes roll back. “So fucking tight… even after I’ve stretched you all week. You love taking your best friend’s dad’s cock, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes… fuck yes, I love it,” I moaned, pushing back to meet every thrust. Tears of overwhelming pleasure and guilt slipped down my cheeks, but the romance of it twisted everything hotter how dangerously we wanted each other, how he made me feel like the only woman in the world even while betraying Sonia. He reached around and rubbed my clit in fast circles, his chest pressed to my back, whispering filthy praise in my ear.

“Come for me, princess. Cream all over Daddy’s cock while Sonia’s downstairs. Let me feel how much this cheating cunt needs me.” His words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm hit like a wave, pussy spasming and squirting around his thick shaft as I shook uncontrollably. He didn’t stop, fucking me through it, chasing his own release.

With a deep, guttural groan he slammed in to the hilt and flooded me, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside my womb. We stayed locked together, panting, his arms wrapped around me in a possessive, almost tender hold as he kissed the back of my neck.

“I’m addicted to you,” he murmured against my skin, still buried inside me, slowly rocking through the aftershocks. “We’ll find ways to keep this going, baby. You’re too perfect to give up.”

I turned my head to kiss him softly, my heart aching with forbidden love and raw lust. Even with the guilt burning, I knew I’d crawl back to him again and again. This was our dirty, romantic secret and I never wanted it to end.