Daddys Sunshine Pt 03

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I'm so hot. I'm surrounded on all sides by heat and something is poking me between the thighs right where my ass curves to meet them. I blink a few times as I try to remember where I am, the bright sunlight behind me making the room glow almost too light so that my eyes hurt. I wiggle to get comfortable, my right arm numb from me laying on my side the entire night; I freeze when I hear my Daddy moan behind me, feel him push his morning wood between my thighs. Well...now I know what was poking me.

I giggle softly and spread my legs a bit.

"Now that's a lovely thing to wake up to..." Daddy growls in my ear before biting it.

I moan for him, feel him pushing forward toward my aching core.

"Shayenne?"

We both freeze.

"Fuck." I gasp, then try to pull away from my Daddy, but he holds me tightly. "Daddy!"

"Shayenne? You here?"

"She's going downstairs..." he whispers, his cock pushing toward my dampening entrance; even I have to admit that the idea of getting caught is totally turning me on. My nipples are so hard and Daddy finds them beneath the sheet covering us; I moan when he pinches them, the head of his cock nudging between my swollen cunt lips. "Daddy...I'm so sore..." I whimper, but reach my hand back to caress his thigh while spreading my legs for him. I shiver when I feel him easing between my plump folds, moan when he slowly enters into my aching channel.

A call from the hallway that sounds much closer than before stops us both.

"Shayenne?"

"Shit!" I hiss, then yank myself out of my Daddy's arms with a pop of his thickness from my too-tight pussy; I wince at the tenderness that move causes, then launch myself from the bed. I gasp as I almost fall over and grasp the nightstand to steady myself only to cause the lamp to fall over; I curse, grateful the glass didn't break, but it made a really loud bump.

Daddy chuckles as he watches, his head resting on his hand, his bent elbow resting on the bed. "Now what?" he teases with a smirk as his other hand smoothes down his abdomen toward his rock hard cock, the tip glistening with my pussy juice as he strokes his. "You came to my bed straight from the shower, Sunshine. You don't have any clothes..." he purrs, then licks his lips and moans as he watches me dash around his room frantically. "I need to cum, baby..."

"Shayenne?"

"Shit, shit, shit..." I gasp as I watch my Daddy stroke himself, but then I spot one of his t shirts on the floor and dash to it. I scoop it up and slide it on, then hear my Daddy gasp before he rolls onto his back. "Ugh. You suck, Daddy." I grumble before I leap on the bed to take his thickness into my mouth; I smile when he gasps in surprise, wide eyes dropping to watch me sucking him off. I take him deep, suck him hard, then fondle his balls; I suck for all that I'm worth, my name echoing in the hallway outside the bedroom door.

"Fuck, yessssssssss...." my Daddy hisses just as he shoots a thick glob of cum into my mouth; he buries his hands in my hair and thrusts up into my mouth as the second shot shoots as I struggle to swallow it down. He thrusts once more, his body quivering as a third eruption fills my mouth; his cock head nudges the back of my throat as I swallow it all down, then he moans as I suck the length and tip completely clean. "Enough...fuck me, enough..." he moans, his softening length too sensitive for me to continue.

"You owe me one." I grumble as I lick my lips, then leap to my feet to check my hair.

"Shayenne?"

I glare at my chuckling Daddy, check my lips to make sure there's no sign of his cum, then yank the bedroom door open only to gasp because my bestie is right there. "Hey, Kenz!" I shout way too enthusiastically for this early in the morning and smile hugely as if that's totally normal. I lick my lips even though I know there's nothing there, but I'm nervous.

McKenzie winces and waves her hand in front of me. "Not so loudly, please..." she begs me and she rubs at her throbbing temples. "I woke up and you weren't there. I thought you left me alone in your house." she grumbles as she examine me from head to toe and back; she frowns as she takes in the white t shirt that's at least three sizes too big for me. "Is that your Dad's shirt?" she asks me, then she glances at the bedroom door that I'm grasping the knob on so tightly that my knuckles are white. "Did you just come out of your Dad's room?"

I take my lower lip between my teeth and nod. "Yeah." I say nervously, then I clear my throat and release the doorknob to wrap my arms around myself. "Um...you missed a lot." I say matter-of-factly as I glare at her through narrowed eyes. "While you were passed out drunk." I say as scathingly as I can in the hopes of distracting her.

It doesn't work.

She frowns as she takes in my appearance, again. "You slept with your parents?"

I blush at her question, but shake my head in the negative. "Not exactly..." I hedges because Daddy and I didn't sleep all that much, really...I lick my lips and take a step toward McKenzie; I grip her bicep and start to lead her toward my bedroom. "You were passed out drunk when I came up to check on you, something that needs to stop, by the way!" I growl with an angry glare at her that makes her look away in shame. "You were sprawled out across my bed and you were dead weight; I couldn't move you and I needed you. My parents were fighting, then my mom left in her car, and all hell broke loose..." I trail off with a sigh as I lead her back toward my bed; I releases her arm at my bedside, then walk around the bed to sit Indian style on my side and grab the pillow I hadn't slept on to hug it to me.

"Like you, Mom got totally shitfaced last night." I explain, again, with another angry glare.

McKenzie blushes, kicks her shoes back off, then sits beside me on the bed; she can't sit Indian style because of her too-tight mini skirt, but she sits sideways on her left hip. "I'm so sorry." she says sheepishly and reaches forward to touch my left hand. "I should have been there for you. I'm a shitty friend. A total bitch. I'm sorry."

I sigh guiltily; I hate doing this to her, but I can't let her find out about me and my Daddy. "My mom left in the middle of their fight." I state with another sigh, glad that McKenzie is finally distracted enough to focus on something other than where I spent the night.

McKenzie gasps, her eyes wide. "She didn't drive, Shay! Tell me she didn't drive."

I nod my head affirmatively and finally lock eyes with her. "She almost hit a woman with a baby stroller..." I explain and my eyes fill with genuine tears of misery; I might not like my Mother very much, but I don't want other people hurt by her and I certainly don't want the stigma of a dangerous drunk attached to me or Daddy. I sigh because that's the unfortunate truth of the life we have to look forward to now; I shake my head in disbelief as I continue.

"She was so drunk that she didn't notice a stop sign and she swerved to miss the baby carriage, but ended up driving in to oncoming traffic." I explain, my throat tight with emotion. "There was a van with a family, two adults and two kids. She swerved to avoid them, too, but it was too late; they had nowhere to go and ended up smashing into her car. The children were hurt..." I explain and then I can't help my emotions, anymore. I bury my face in the pillow to cry; I cry quietly, my shoulders shaking the only indication of my emotional state.

"Oh, shit, Shay..." McKenzie whispers, her hand moving to my shoulder. "I'm so sorry."

"No more drinking, Kenz." I snap, my watery eyes locking with hers. "Swear to me."

She flinches as if I slapped her. "I'm not an alcoholic, Shayenne. I don't need to swear--"

"You drink to cope, to feel, to deal. It's the same thing." I cuts her off. "Swear it."

McKenzie frowns, but nods. "Okay, okay. I swear. Not another drop. Ever."

I nod, then wipe the tears from my face. "Mom's in the hospital..." I say as if our odd exchange hadn't just happened. "I did actually leave you for a while because my Dad and I had to go see her. I'm sorry about that..." I say with a sigh when she frowns at me. "We went to the hospital and you were too drunk to move let alone wake up to come with us..." I continue, then rush on when I can see she's getting annoyed. "Anyways, we tried to visit with her, but my Mom totally flipped out on Daddy and me. She's facing some real jail time and Daddy can't do a damned thing to help her this time, so she went ballistic on us both..." I trail off and my eyes glaze over as I relive what happened in the hospital. I shiver as my mother's screams echo in my head, my lower lip quivering as I hear the amount of hatred she has for me clear as crystal.

"Shay, don't." McKenzie says and touches her hand to mine, again.

I snap back to the present and blink a few times to clear my vision. "Sorry." I say with a weak smile as I look back at her face, then I slide from the bed and smile a real smile. "I'll grab a quick shower, get dressed, then wake up my Dad to drive you home. Why don't you go and have some orange juice to refresh your mouth?" I tease her with a too-knowing smirk and a quirked eyebrow; I laugh when she blushes back at me.

She rolls her eyes, then slides from the bed and scoops up her shoes. "Whatever."

I laugh softly and watch her head downstairs, then rush to grab clothes and hurry to the bathroom; I take a quick shower, skip washing my hair while paying extra attention to my aching femininity. Once clean and dry, I slide into my bra, panties, tank top, and jean shorts then hurry down the hall to my Daddy's room. Without knocking, I burst inside to find my Daddy standing there in just his towel; I moan as my Daddy's body.

"You are so fucking sexy..." I whisper before I can stop myself.

Daddy smirks in this totally gorgeous, beyond predatory way. "Thank you, Sunshine."

My eyes widen. "Oh, Daddy, we can't...McKenzie is downstairs waiting and I'm so sore..." I gasp, then tense up when he stalks me all the way until I'm pinned up to the wall. "Daddy..." I whisper a second before his mouth comes crashing down to mine; I open for him, our tongues dancing together as if we've done this forever instead of just the last two days. I moan for him.

Daddy undoes the zipper of my jean shorts, his hands making quick work of sliding them down my thighs; but he doesn't remove them. He breaks our kiss to smile sexily into my eyes. "I owe you one, after all..." he growls a second before licking his lips; he drops to his knees and buries his face in my pussy, his tongue pressing straight to my clit. He chuckles softly when I gasp, then moan for him; he cups my bare ass when I shove my pussy harder against his mouth and licks me for all he's worth. He circles and suckles my clit in a way that drives me mad.

I cum all too quickly and shiver as he licks me clean. "Fuck..." I gasp for breath, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I moan when he continues to lick me, my poor little cunny much too sensitive now. "Stop. Please." I gasp and gently push at his forehead; I hold a hand over my still-throbbing nether lips as if trying to protect it from him. "You're so bad, Daddy." I giggle as he helps pull my panties and shorts back up. "Now go get dressed." I command him as I lean down to kiss him on the lips quickly before bursting out of his bedroom before he can grab me; he would keep me in his bedroom the entire day, if he could, McKenzie or no McKenzie.

I hurry to toward the kitchen as I struggle to breathe normally. "Bagels are in the freezer now, so they won't go bad as fast." I state when I see her searching in confusion; I hurry to do back up the zipper and button on my jean shorts; I know I'm abnormally flushed for having just come

down

the stairs. "Daddy is gonna have a quick shower, then he'll be ready to drive you home." I explain with a deep blush before I break eye contact and move to the coffee maker.

McKenzie watches me make the coffee and purposefully avoid her eyes. "What's wrong?"

I still don't look at her. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you're acting weird." she says, then her eyes widen in fear. "Are you mad at me?"

I finally stare at her, stay silent for a few seconds too long, then sigh and look away; I feel like shit for what I'm about to do, but it's better than letting her find out the truth. "A little..." I admit as I continue preparing the coffee maker to start brewing. "I mean, you broke tradition by passing out before midnight on my actual birthday

AND

I had to sleep with my freaking father because you hogged my entire bed with your dead weight..." I complain, then blush heavily as i click the on button to the coffee maker before moving to the cabinet so that my back is to her and she can't see my blush. I reach up for a box of my favorite toaster pastries and drop it on to the counter top with a sigh. "You were so drunk that I couldn't even vent to you about the fight my parents had, the fact that my mother drove away drunk, or come with me to the hospital..."

"I'm so sorry, Shayenne...really." McKenzie says behind me.

I merely shrug, then put the box back on the shelf untouched; my appetite gone. "It's fine."

McKenzie moves to my side, places her hand on my shoulder, and waits for me to look at her. "I'm sorry." she says sincerely, our eyes locked together. "I'm a shitty friend and an even shittier person. Maybe I am a drunk, but I'll do better. How about this..." she offers and smiles as she leans a hip against the counter, then looks around the messy kitchen and living room. "I'll go home, shower, change, and then come back here to help you clean up. Let your Dad take you out to breakfast or something until I can get back here so that he doesn't make you do it."

I laugh at this. "Breakfast?" I ask with a quirked eyebrow. "It's almost 2pm, Kenz."

McKenzie's head jerks around to glance at the microwave's clock. "Well shit...lunch, then."

I laugh at the utter shock and disbelief on her face.

McKenzie smiles lovingly at me, more a sister than a friend in that moment. "Deal?"

I look around the messy house and groan. "Deal."

"What's a deal?"

We both glance up at my Daddy, fresh from a shower.

I stop breathing, my pussy clenching and oozing with want before I blush, smirk, and look away. "Kenz has graciously agreed to come back and help clean up the aftermath of my party." I explains as I reach into a cabinet for a travel coffee mug to make for my Father. "She's going to go home to shower and change, first, but then will come back. Maybe we can grab lunch or something after we drop her off?" I ask as I turn off the coffee maker and hand the travel mug to my father. "I'm starved. So starved. I mean...I feel like I've run a triathlon, I'm so hungry...can't imagine why..." I say with a smirk up at her father.

Daddy smirks back me, but then tries to hide it behind his cup of coffee as his eyes drift to McKenzie. "Ready?" he asks after taking a long sip of the steaming brew. "It's after 2, so I don't think there will be much traffic and I need to pick up some more garbage backs as well as get this one some lunch before we all meet back here to clean up." he says with a smile at me as he elbows me playfully before kissing my temple tenderly.

McKenzie can't help but smile; she has always loved how close Shay and her Dad are. "I'm ready, thanks." McKenzie says as she moves to collect her glass of OJ; she chugs it down, rinses the glass, then puts it in the dishwasher before heading to the door to slide the flip flops off. She slide on her party-girl high heels, then scoops up her purse and follows me to the garage. She hops into the backseat with me; she tries her best to make me laugh as much as possible because of the night I suffered without my bestie and then we're dropping her off.

I hug her tightly. "Thanks, Kenz." I say with a smile as I watch her vanish into her house, then hurry to climb into the front seat next to my Daddy. I click my seatbelt into place, then gasp and smile when Daddy locks hands with me; I feel like his woman for the first time in days, like his equal and not just his Daughter. "Where are we heading for lunch?" I ask him as I tighten my interlocked fingers within his and sigh contentedly.

Daddy smiles, his dimples popping to prove that it's a genuinely happy smile. "I think that I want to take you somewhere special..." he replies after a few moments of examining my face, then he glances forward and uses our joined hands to switch the car into drive; he pulls our linked hands to his mouth and kisses my knuckles before driving off down the road. "There's this beautiful restaurant just at the edge of town, less than an hour away. Text McKenzie to message you when she's on her way and we can head back to meet her."

I frown when Daddy pulls his hand from mine, but reach for my cell phone to message Kenz. I wait for her reply, but it doesn't come and I shrug. "She's probably in the shower." I state, then watch as my Daddy maneuvers onto the highway before I glance down at our clothes; I'm in a tank top and jean shorts, Daddy's in a fitted t shirt that clings to his every delicious muscle and some khaki shorts. "Daddy..." I begin, then glance up at his face, but he's focusing on the highway traffic which is surprising busy. "Are we dressed okay for this fancy place?"

Daddy smiles a slow, secret smile. "Yep."

I frown at that simple response, but I trust my Daddy. I reach for the radio and browse the station until I find something calm that I know we both like; something that's always been great about our relationship is that we've always liked a lot of the same things as far as music or movies. I sigh as I remember how much my Mother hated that about us, but shake it off because I don't want her tainting the pleasure of this outing with my Daddy.

Daddy sings along with the song.

I watch him with shock-widened eyes; he hasn't sung since I was a kid and his voice is fantastic. I smile as I watch him and I don't think he knows he's doing it, so I look away so that he won't stop out of embarrassment. I nod my head along with the song and smile even wider when my Daddy sings even louder before signaling that he's getting off the highway.

The radio station goes to commercial and I'm saddened by it, but I glance at my Daddy to find him smiling back at me. "Are we almost there?" I ask him as he pulls down the long, empty road. It looks like an industrial area, but I can see water in the distance and the air smells like the ocean; that is one of my favorite scents in all of the world. I inhale deeply, close my eyes, and moan in pleasure as I melt against the leather seat.

"You make the sexiest sounds, Shayenne..."

My eyes pop open and I smile at my Daddy. "You make me make them, Daddy."

He chuckles as he maneuvers the car down what looks to be a dead end block before turning down a narrow side street. He pulls up to a large black gate, the kind that usually protects buildings that are storage places, and rolls down his window at a keypad hidden safely in a wall; it looks like something only people who know it's there could ever find and Daddy enters a code before the gate slides open. Daddy rolls up his window and licks his lips.

Now I'm nervous. "Daddy..."

"You can't call me that here." he warns as he pulls the car through the gate that closes almost immediately behind us. "Call me Charleston. It's important, Shayenne." he continues as he makes a quick left into the body of a tall building shrouded in darkness; he guides the car down a long ramp, then turns right to drive down another ramp. He makes another right and then there is brightness that reveals a parking lot full of expensive looking cars; he stops the car at a yellow line with a "Wait Here." sign and turns to me as we wait for a valet.