Daddy’s Bratty Beach Slut

“OK, that’s everything.” The sun was still cresting through the weekend morning sky as Tommy slammed the trunk of the yellow GTO closed. Tommy’s wife, Erin, was standing outside the front door in her pajamas, leaning on one of her crutches. Their daughter, Chloe stood beside her, wearing one of Tommy’s old Joy Division shirts shirt and flipflops. It covered her swimsuit and came down almost to her knees. Chloe was a short girl, no more than five feet tall, with a lithe little hourglass figure. Her breasts pressed out the shirt considerably, even as her height kept her somewhat modest.

Tommy’s wife wore a nervous smile, but Chloe’s big, grey eyes were practically beaming. “Ooh, I’m so excited for a beach day, Daddy!” Chloe cheered.

“Remember to be careful, honey,” Chloe’s mother said to her. “Are you sure you don’t need me to come with?” Erin asked her husband.

“We’ll be fine,” Tommy laughed. “And you’d best stay off that ankle.” Erin looked down at the brace she was still wearing.

“OK. Just make sure she doesn’t swim out too far. And make sure she reapplies her sunscreen.”

“I’m right here, mom,” Chloe said, rolling her eyes at her overcautious mother.

“She’ll come back safe and sound, sweetheart,” Tommy assured his wife. He gave her a peck on the cheek. Then, he looked down at his teen daughter. “Now get a move on, sweetcheeks,” he said with a grin. Tommy gave Chloe a swat on her t-shirt-covered bum, eliciting a giggle. Chloe practically skipped to the front passenger seat. Tommy followed. Even through the tee, Tommy could see his slim daughter’s surprisingly plump asscheeks jiggling as she hopped.

“Make sure she wears a seatbelt!” Erin called as they pulled out of the driveway.

“Of course! Love you!” With that, they sped off.

Tommy had barely rounded the block when Chloe leaned over his lap to lower the convertible roof. Her left hand rested on Tommy’s crotch as her right worked the car button.

“Not while I’m driving, Chloe,” Tommy cautioned his daughter.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Daddy?” Chloe teased. She rubbed her father’s bulge, feeling his meaty cock through his swim trunks. “Can’t watch the road with me this close?” Tommy could smell his sexy daughter—her scent was unmistakably sweet, like vanilla and fermented honey. His dick stiffened under her palm.

“No, I just can’t have you getting us in trouble when your mom is around the corner.” Without looking down, Tommy yanked Chloe back into the passenger seat by her thick, dark curls.

“Ugh, Daddy,” the little teen griped. She landed on the seat on her knees and instinctively arched her back, bending over in the front seat. With the car’s top down, any neighbor sipping coffee on a front porch would see Chloe’s bubbly ass on display. The t-shirt bunched at her waist, leaving her ass entirely exposed. The only thing on her lower half was an outrageously tiny bikini bottom, practically just pink string flossing her bum and barely, just barely, covering the opening to her pussy.

“You want to be a good girl, honey?” Tommy asked, still bunching his daughter’s hair in his hand.

“Yes, Daddy!” She eagerly replied. She practically shook her ass with delight, like she was a happy puppy wiggling its tail.

“Good.” Tommy pressed on his daughter’s chest, just above her breasts, until he forced her back onto her bum in the passenger seat. “Then put your seatbelt on. Your mother was right about that. Especially with the roof down.”

Chloe rolled her eyes in frustration. “Fine, Dad. Whatever.” She slumped and buckled the seatbelt.

After about five minutes of driving quietly next to his huffy teen daughter, Tommy turned to her. They were stopped at a light, waiting to get onto the highway that’d take them to the beach. Chloe was upright but in a fetal position with her arms around her knees, brooding like a cat who was just teased with a bowl of cream she’d not been allowed to taste.

“You just gonna pout all day, Chlochlo?” Tommy asked, eyebrow cocked.

“No,” she grumbled. She hadn’t even bothered looking at him.

Tommy grabbed his daughter’s chin with two fingers and turned her roughly to face him. “Hey,” he snapped coldly. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Chloe’s eyes widened. She could never resist when her Daddy was rough with her. “You know I just want to keep you safe, right? Right?” He repeated himself, more loudly, when she didn’t answer.

“Yes, Daddy,” she uttered softly.

“What was that?” Tommy wrenched her head, forcing her to face him.

“Yes, Daddy!” Chloe yapped more loudly.

“Because I can only do other things to you if I know you’re safe.”

“I know, Daddy.” Her icy brooding thawed. “I’ll be good.”

Tommy smiled. “I know you will, cupcake.” He leaned in and pulled his daughter’s little body into his form, mashing his mouth to hers in a kiss that no father should give to his little girl. Chloe moaned and let her mouth open, eager for her Daddy’s tongue to consume her mouth. If the people in the cars behind them had been looking, they would’ve been treated to the sight of an older, much taller man making out with a pretty young girl like they were both horny teenagers, even though only Chloe fit that de***********ion. Her cunt was dripping for her Daddy to grab her juicy fuckhole and be just as possessive with her there as he was being with her mouth.

Abruptly, Tommy pulled back. Chloe looked confused, desperate for more. But the light had changed, and Tommy, seeing it, hit the gas and took them up the on-ramp. He donned his sunglasses at the top.

Chloe watched her Daddy with submissive glee. He was strong and sexy. Her Daddy. Just a kiss from him felt better than anything she’d done with boys her age. He was even better than the older brothers of girlfriends she’d seduced. “Fuck, I’m so wet.” Chloe informed her Daddy as he waited for a break in the stream of cars.

“Good,” Tommy replied. Finding his opening, he accelerated. Wind swept his hair and turned Chloe’s long curls into a dark cape. Once they were up to highway speed, eyes still trained ahead, Tommy asked her, “Think you can get that t-shirt off, sweetie?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Chloe grinned. She’d been waiting for him to ask. She slipped her arms into the black tee and out the bottom, making sure not to unbuckle her seatbelt. She rolled it up her body, and, making sure the wind didn’t carry it away, set it down beneath her seat.

With traffic still sparse in this early hour, Tommy felt safe turning his head to steal a glance at his bikini-clad daughter. Beneath her wind-swept curls and elven princess face, her hot little body was wearing a swimsuit so revealing it would’ve looked right at home in the sickest hentai. Pink string kept it from baring her big, perky tits to the world. She was a slim little thing, which only made her breasts seem bigger. The bikini top’s cups were was covered in hearts. From the side, Tommy could see the string bottoms precariously tied around his daughter’s flaring hips. The way the string dug into her was enough to make any man want to grab her and rail her steaming hot body senseless.

“You like, Daddy?” Chloe giggled. She bit her lower lip as she studied him. Even through the sunglasses, Chloe could see the lust in his face—the slight crook of his eyebrows, the tiny part between his lips. Just the sight of her filled him with a lupine hunger. Chloe wanted that to devour her.

“I love, honey,” Tommy confirmed. He turned back to the road. Chloe eyed up her handsome Dad. His strong jaw and beard, his v-neck tee hugging his strong chest deliciously. The bulge in his trunks that she just knew was at least half-hard now from the quick eyefucking he’d just given her, his sexy teen daughter.

His sexy teen daughter. Chloe loved that thought. Loved being that for him. Too hot a piece of ass to resist. A plaything to be fucked and ruined. It made her pussy throb.

And she loved that he lusted for her so strongly that, even while driving, her Daddy struggled to keep his hands off her. With his left hand still holding the wheel, Tommy’s right hand found Chloe’s bare thigh and gave it a light squeeze. “Mm,” Chloe moaned, looking down at where her Dad’s big fingers sank into her soft flesh. His big hands made her small body look like a toy. Just a toy for Daddy to fondle.

“Daddy,” Chloe whimpered. She bucked her hips in her seat. “Just touch me.” She needed his hand closer to her pussy. Her nipples were already puckering hard in the open highway air of the highway. Getting molested turned her on so much.

“I am touching you, honey,” Tommy said. He gave Chloe’s thigh another squeeze.

“No, Daddy,” she whined. “Really touch me.” His hand was inches from her bikini-covered pussy. She felt like she could smell her wetness even with the air whipping past them.

“Like this?” Tommy dug his fingers harder into Chloe’s thigh. Hard enough for it to hurt. And Chloe loved how it hurt. It made her feel even more like his property.

“No, Daddy, here!” Chloe grabbed his wrist with both hands, dragging it those last few inches up towards her pussy mound. Placed his powerful mitt right on top of her teen pussy. She felt the weight of his hand on her swollen pussy lips. “Ohhh!” She moaned.

“Well why didn’t you say so, baby?” Tommy asked playfully. He pressed, digging his fingers, mapping the outline of his daughter’s bikini-covered cunt. “You know good girls tell Daddy exactly how they like being touched.” He raked two digits up her cloth-covered slit, feeling the dampness seeping through the swimsuit fabric.

“Oooh,” Chloe exhaled. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. There was nothing like being molested in the open air. It made her feel so vulnerable. Her Daddy could have her body anywhere. And all she could do was let it happen and enjoy it.

“You’re so wet, kitty cat,” Tommy said with a smirk. He pressed the fabric of Chloe’s bikini bottoms into her drenched teen pussy. She wriggled back against him, loving the violation.

“I was dreaming—mmm, oh fuck—about this ever since mom said she couldn’t come to the beach with us this weekend.” Chloe moaned.

“Oh? You wanted to be alone with Daddy?” Tommy stabbed his fingers into his daugther’s gash. “Wanted Daddy’s undivided attention on you?”

“Yes!” Chloe whimpered. “I love being your secret slut princess, Daddy!”

Tommy removed his hand from Chloe’s steamy pussy and grasped her perky breasts, one then the other, making her shudder at the groping. He easily yanked down her too-tiny top, freeing his daughter’s erect pink nipples, her big tits standing high and proud. He gave each nipple a pinch.

“Wha—ooh,” Chloe groaned, biting her lip, “what if someone sees, Daddy?”

“Then they’ll see what an easy little bitch you are, honey.” Tommy ran his hand through her dark curls. “But I don’t think it’s fair that you get to have all the fun.” Yanking his Chloe by her hair, he pulled her head down, forcing her face into his lap.

Chloe mewled as her lips met her father’s bathing suit-covered cock. She puckered up and smooched it through the fabric. Her father’s cockmusk was tantalizing her nostrils. She’d been masturbating her hormonal pussy to his scent since before he’d snapped and started using her as a live-in sex doll, sneaking into her parents’ bedroom to rifle through the hamper. She had her first squirting orgasm with her face in her father’s gym-sweaty boxer briefs. She couldn’t get enough.

Chloe knew just what to do: Her hands scampered to the waist of his trunks, undoing the button and the zipper. She reached in and wrapped her hand around it—her Daddy’s girthy, veiny cock.

“Fuck, Daddy,” she sighed, entranced by the fleshy manhood under her tiny palm.

“That’s my good girl,” Tommy coddled her, yanking her hair so her mouth met his freed cock. “Fucking suck that dick like only Daddy’s princess can. Be a good baby.”

Chloe happily obliged. She slurped the bulging cockhead into her mouth and sucked. Up and down she bobbed, relishing the feel of dick veins against her tongue and cheeks as the highway air rushed above her. Her mouth always strained to open enough for Tommy’s fat bitchbreaker. She’d already drooled down his length, making his prick nice and slobbery-sloppy as she gave roadhead like the easy little bitch she was for him. Her little fingers, with their decorated pink-and-black nails, grasped the base of Tommy’s shaft and massaged his balls.

“Mrmm, Drddrr,” she moaned around his dick as she blew him. She loved feeling the balls she came out of. Loved feeling like a filthy little incest slut. It made her cunt practically blow bubbles with her juices.

As she sucked him off, Tommy ran his fingers down his daughter’s back. His long arm easily reached over her body. He grabbed her plush little ass and groped her, prying her butt cheeks apart and delving towards her pussy. He pulled so the bottoms bunched tightly. Chloe was essentially wearing just a strand of yarn anyway, her wet twat so vulnerable for him.

“Rgh, mmm!!” Chloe gurgled around her Daddy’s dick as she felt him rubbing around her bare pussy lips.

“No, keep going.” Tommy wasn’t letting his little cocksucker get distracted just from a finger-fucking. “Blow me like a good bitch, sweetie.” He hooked two fingers up Chloe’s hole, prying her tightness open. Chloe obeyed, loving how her Daddy’s cockhead was lodging in her throat as he molested her in the front seat of the moving car.

Tommy saw the highway exit for the beach and made the turn. He came to a stop at traffic light. His GTO was to the right of a pickup truck with a blonde girl, about Chloe’s age, sitting in the passenger seat. Tommy saw the blonde do a double-take as she caught sight of Chloe’s dark curls bouncing in Tommy’s lap. Her green eyes were wide as dinner plates as they took in bent-over Chloe, clearly sucking dick and getting her hunched body finger-fucked.

“You have an audience, princess,” Tommy said. He tapped his daughter on the shoulder. Chloe looked up, her mascara running and her lip gloss a mess, and saw the blonde girl watching her. She felt humiliated, but the embarrassment made her head light and her whorish cunt throb.

Tommy felt Chloe trembling and rubbed her back. “Don’t you want to show her just how well a good girl sucks her Daddy?”

Chloe moaned with lust. “Y-yeah. Yes.”

“Then be a sweet little girl and gobble up that cock,” Tommy hissed through gritted teeth.

Claimed by her submissive lust, Chloe smiled her spit-sloppy face at the girl in the truck and waved. Her grey eyes stayed locked on the stunned blonde’s green eyes as she wrapped her lips back around Tommy’s thick cock. Chloe saw the blonde girl bite her lower lip as she drank down Tommy’s cock, bouncing her head up and down to show off just what a dirty cocksucker she could be.

The light turned green. Tommy winked at the blushing blonde and forced Chloe’s head down, making his daughter gag as she got facefucked by almost all of her father’s cock. Glugh, glugh, glugh, sang Chloe’s oral fuckhole, skewered with Daddy’s dick. At the next light, Tommy reached over and strummed her pussy again. Soon, she was quivering, screaming silently around Tommy’s cock as she was wracked with a nasty orgasm. Being seen by a girl her age sucking off her father in public was too much for her. She felt owned and used.

His daughter’s shuddering orgasm pushed Tommy over the edge. “Take it all, princess!” Tommy hissed. Stopped at this light, he held Chloe’s head in place with his left hand and smashed his fingers deep in her flooded pussy with his right. “Swallow it!” His cock burst, throbbing hot ropes of cum into Chloe’s gullet. Chloe’s throat echoed her submission as she gulped down her father’s fucksauce. I love drinking my unborn brothers and sisters, she heard herself think as her taut belly got filled up with creamy, sticky spunk.

A car behind honked, and Tommy realized that light had changed when he was shooting off in Chloe’s mouth. He started driving and raised a hand to wave to the rear driver. Driving slowly, he watched Chloe peel off his dick, her beautiful face a mess of makeup, spit, and dribbles of semen. Her grey eyes red and gleaming.

“Oh my god, Daddy!” She huffed.

“Yeah,” Tommy agreed. “You fucking drained me, princess.”

“I thought deepthroating you would literally kill me. I think it might have.” She panted and took a sip from a water bottle Tommy had brought for her. When she’d caught her breath more, she turned to him and said, “I loved it, Daddy. I loved swallowing your cum.”

“That’s my good little girl,” Tommy smiled at her. He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead. His lips on her skin made Chloe’s whole body tingle. She pulled up her bikini top, hiding her still-hard nipples, and closed her eyes. After a moment, she got out her makeup kit and began cleaning herself up.

* * * * *

“We’re here, honey,” Tommy told his daughter as they approached the tree-lined beach parking area. He parked the GTO and raised the roof up so the car would be secure.

Chloe didn’t wait a moment. She hopped out in nothing but her pink string bikini and her flipflops. Tommy grabbed the beach bag and umbrella from the trunk and gave his almost-naked teen daughter a once-over with his eyes. “You gonna put your shirt back on, baby?” He asked.

“I don’t wanna,” she said. “It’s so warm and nice.”

“Your tits and ass are basically hanging out, though.”

“Well then everyone’s gonna think you have a dirty whore for a daughter, huh, Daddy!” Chloe teased with a smile.

“You little slut,” Tommy said with a smile. Chloe giggled. She walked ahead of her dad on the gravel pathway, making sure to put an extra sway in her step so her cute bubble butt bounced around the string bikini bottoms. Tommy drank in the sight. It was hard to believe that his lithe little teen daughter had such a round ass on her tiny frame. He counted himself lucky he got to use her.

As if feeling her Dad’s eyes on her, Chloe looked back over her shoulder and grinned. His gaze was predatory. She felt like prey. She could feel her cunt drip.

They were still walking when Chloe yelped out. “Ooo, ice cream!” Sure enough, an ice cream truck was parked towards the end of the parking area, just off the gravel path. She ran towards it before turning back to Tommy. “Can I, Daddy?” She asked.

“Sure, baby,” Tommy chuckled. They approached the truck window just as a woman, perhaps a little older than Tommy, was getting a few cups of soft serve. Her eyes bulged with horror as she looked over at little Chloe in her slutty bikini.

“May I help you?” Asked the teen boy working the ice cream truck. He looked down at Chloe and blushed. He was clearly anxious at the sight of his nearly-naked customer. But unlike the older woman, he didn’t seem judgmental. He looked more like he was trying not to cream his trousers.

“Hmmm, I think I want,” Chloe trailed off as she thought about her order. She brought her index finger to her mouth and sucked the tip between her plump lips, as if thinking. The teen boy gulped.

Tommy grinned cooly, standing tall over his nasty tease of a daughter.

“OK, I gotta!” Chloe announced. “Orange creamsicle, please!” The boy passed it down to Chloe, who happily tore off the wrapper. Tommy passed up two crisp dollar bills as Chloe eyed her frozen treat. She gave it a slow, long lick from bottom to its tippy top. “Mm, yummy,” she said, before sucking it into her mouth. “Thanks for my sweet treat, Daddy,” she said to Tommy. She could still see the ice cream truck boy in her peripheral vision. She popped the creamsicle back between her lips and gave it a slow, methodic suck.

“You’re welcome, baby girl,” Tommy replied.

“It’s so tasty.” She sucked it again. “Ooh, and I love getting to the creamy center.” The creamsicle between her lips, Chloe gave her dad a wink. She hoped his dick would tent out his trunks at the sight.

The ice cream truck boy looked like he was about to have an aneurism watching Chloe’s sucking.

Tommy and Chloe walked the path to the beach when they heard a voice. “Ahem, may I talk to you?” It was the woman with her soft serve cups. She had a scornful look in her eye.

“Why don’t you go ahead and find us a spot on the sand, baby?” Tommy said to Chloe. Chloe nodded and took a towel from the beach bag Tommy was carrying and scampered on ahead. Tommy watched the woman gaze quizzically at Chloe’s exposed, bouncy bikini butt as she set away.

“Sir, do you really think it’s appropriate for your daughter to be dressed like that?” The woman asked. She was blonde and had a middle-aged pear-shaped thickness to her. She was wearing a conservative tankini.

“We’re at the beach and she’s in her swimsuit,” Tommy replied.

“Swimsuit? She’s wearing stripper lingerie!”

“It’s a swimsuit, and it’s what she wanted to wear.”

“It might as well be dental floss with silver dollar pasties and you know it!” The woman was exasperated, talking faster and faster. “This is a nice beach for nice families! Not some fantasy sex island for perverts! I don’t want my daughters seeing what your girl is wearing and getting ideas. Her whole ass is on display! If the wind blew you’d see her nipples! I mean, really! What kind of father are you?!”

Tommy just smiled. “Ma’am, your ice cream is melting.”

“Wha—oh!” The woman looked down just as a glob of vanilla softs serve landed on her mommy-sandaled foot.

“Have a good one,” Tommy said. He left the woman kneeling, trying to wipe off the drip with a napkin.

Tommy found Chloe on the sand, laying on her back on her beach towel. Her knees were in the air and she was slowly suckling the creamsicle. Tommy set down the beach bag and posted the large umbrella so it shaded Chloe before he laid his towel next to hers. Chloe watched her Daddy out of the corner of her eyes, her lips tickling her sweet frozen treat. Tommy liked what a little temptress showoff his Chloe was. Young little thing, popping a popsicle in and out of her plush lips in public, wearing next to nothing. Skinny little body yet so voluptuous. He wondered who else had seen her sucking away.

Tommy decided he’d have some fun with his daughter.

“You got Daddy in trouble, baby,” Tommy said to his daughter.

Chloe popped her creamsicle out of her mouth. “I did, Daddy?”

“That woman scolded me over your bikini. She said you look like a prostitute.”

Chloe rolled over on the towel, from her back to her tummy, so her jiggly bubble butt was catching the ocean breeze. “But, Daddy,” she whined, her thick, dark curls bobbing over her almond-shaped eyes, “it’s not even my sluttiest bikini.”

“I know, honey, but you do look like a whore. See?” Tommy grabbed Chloe’s ass and squeezed, digging his fingers into her rounded flesh. “Your ass is out for anyone to see.” Tommy gave her ass a sharp swat, enough to make Chloe’s flesh sting. “What are people supposed to say when they see a little girl practically naked in public like this, huh?” Tommy lectured teasingly.

“But, Daddy! I like wearing it.” Chloe pouted. “It makes me feel grown up, which I am by the way!” She spat the last words with playful feistiness.

“Oh, honey,” Tommy shook his head, “how did I raise such a skank?” He swatted her other ass cheek, harder than the first one.

“Ouch, Daddy!” Chloe griped. “That hurts.”

“I mean, seriously,” Tommy continued his faux-rant, “do these really keep you modest at all?” Tommy roughly yanked Chloe’s bubble butt apart, exposing where the teensy string bikini bottom clefted between her swollen, hairless pussy lips. “I think that woman was right, honey. I think you’re dressing like a filthy slut.” He could see the sheen of wetness on her cunt.

“Daddy, no!” Chloe playfully objected. She tried to jerk out of her father’s grasp, but he pulled her back into place by her flaring hips. “Let go of me! What if someone sees me down there?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Tommy retorted. “For people to see your exposed body?”

“D-Daddy,” Chloe swallowed, now acting truly scared. “I just wanted you to see me.” She said softly.

Tommy leaned down and grabbed the back of Chloe’s neck, pinning her on the towel. “Oh, I see you,” he growled in her ear. “I see what a dirty slut I’ve been letting run wild under my roof.” He bit her ear, making her moan.

Tommy rose to his feet, dragging Chloe up with him. “Come with me, young lady.” Tommy said sternly. A few other beachgoers were looking over as Tommy led his short daughter by her wrist. The exposure and discipline had Chloe blushing.

“Ow, Daddy! You’re hurting me!” Chloe hissed softly as her Daddy tightly grasped her by her lithe forearm. Her big tits jiggled only slightly, but she could feel the prying eyes of onlookers on her tits and ass all the same.

“Damn,” a teen boy they passed muttered, “what a hot bitch.” The girl next to him gave him a dirty look, but Chloe flushed with shame all the same.

Tommy marched her off the sand to the old, run-down public restroom building. It had been undergoing renovations for what felt like years. No one used it anymore. Its windows were broken and cloudy, and it was surrounded with caution tap.

“You want to dress like a whore, honey?” Tommy asked his daughter indignantly. “You want to parade yourself like you’re for sale at a meat market?” He pushed her small body up against the buildings bricks. He towered over her. Chloe felt her cunt drip, even as the terror set in in her stomach. “Then I’ll fucking show you what behaving this way gets you.”

Tommy yanked Chloes top down, exposing her pink nipples, already erect with carnal need. He mauled her tits.

“D-Daddy,” Chloe gasped, “you’re scaring me.” But she did nothing to avoid his hands molesting her exposed flesh. She just let it happen. Let her Daddy feel her up.

“What a fucking whore. On your knees, bitch.” Tommy ordered coldly.

“D-Daddy?!” Chloe froze. So Tommy put his hand on top of her head, over her trembling, dark curls, and pushed. The little girl’s knees buckled, thudding onto the concrete below.

She was eye-level with the bulge in her dad’s swimsuit.

“Whores suck cock, honey,” Tommy explained. He whipped his cock out over the waistband of his trunks. The cockhead beaded precum. Chloe instinctively licked her lips as her Daddy pushed his meat towards her.

She didn’t fight it. She let her Daddy force his way into her mouth. “Mrrmm!” She mumbled as her mouthhole got stuffed full of the dick that spat her into her mommy’s womb. She knew not to fight. She knew she had to take that massive prick down her throat like a good girl. So Chloe did her best to let it happen. To not literally choke to death on more dick than a girl her size should be able to handle.

“That’s it, whore.