Our tall blonde bartender, Heidi, passed glasses of tequila out to everyone as they stepped up to the bar and around my daughter.
There were two couples, Barbara and Al, both early fifties (he a powerfully built construction contractor and she a large-breasted fitness enthusiast) who had proposed the after-hours drinks at this open-air beach bar in the first place, and their mid-fifties, average-looking friends, Jeff and Frida. There were also three new guys to our group, recent university graduates who had been walking on the beach looking for a party or something interesting (they had certainly found it!). Everyone had big smiles on their faces, especially Greg. He was the 30-something engineer who had been pissing me off by checking out my teen daughter ever since the plane trip over here to Barbados the day before.
And, of course, me. I was trying to keep my leering, idiot grin from making me look like the out-of-control pervert I had to acknowledge I was. Because, as I choked down a harsh swallow of booze, I stood with those nine other adults, all of us fully clothed, around my slender eighteen-year-old daughter. Lexi sat on the barstool before us, topless and with her skirt bunched up around her waist revealing spread legs and moist panties. Her blonde hair, innocent face, tanned shoulders, smallish young tits, and athletic body there on display for all of us to see.
My head spun from the drink but mostly from the memory of the last two days. It began by me letting Lexi have some of my wine on the night-time flight here to Barbados and then noticing how enticing her lithe body was in tight leggings. The same thing noticed by Greg, the mother-fucker, in a nearby seat. Of course, I was probably just displacing my anger at myself for having un-fatherly thoughts about my daughter onto him. He wasn't doing anything wrong, even if he was a bit old to be ogling teenage girls.
What really kicked things off was when Lexi's friend, Carmen, who is traveling in Spain, sent a revealing picture of herself in public to my daughter with the text: YOUR TURN.
At first, I was tricked by Lexi into taking a panty-shot of Lexi for Carmen and then, the next day, a topless one on the beach. Honestly, neither of those were my fault. But after that... I can blame alcohol, the ocean night air or whatever I want, but the truth is, I had become insanely, lustfully desperate to see more of my sweet teen daughter's body. And worse--god help me--I wanted others to see it as well.
I encouraged her to bare her beautiful b-cup tits and lacy panties to two old men on the boardwalk while I took pictures. Then I took her to a restaurant where I slid down one side of her dress to reveal part of her braless breast and pulled up the hem, so our waiter got a clear view of my daughter. And I even told her that she looked like a beautiful slut. What kind of father does that? The kind of father who is damned.
After being fondled by a man near the restaurant bathroom, me taking pictures, of course, I took Lexi and we joined our new friends from the resort, Barbara and Al, at a pub. The shared tipsiness and mounting sexual energy between me and Lexi, along with being in the half-full bar took things to a whole new level. Through her clothes I briefly fondled her small tight ass and stroked her young pussy before we ended up on seats near the back. There Lexi flashed her panties while French-kissing the older Barbara until I pushed things further by encouraging my daughter to reveal more of her panties and to completely bare her teen tits. She did. A few others at the back of the pub noticed the show.
What happened next was even worse, but to me worse meant better. Way better. Dirtier and more exciting. And this time, I didn't initiate or encourage it. Lexi slid completely out of her summer dress and then walked barefoot, wearing only those lace panties, to the front of the bar to get a beer and then brought it back. As she did, she intentionally moved slowly through the crowd, giving anyone who wanted, the chance to paw at her nearly naked teenage body. Wow. Fucking wow! was all I could think as I snapped pictures of it all on Lexi's phone.
Having attracted an audience, my exhibitionist daughter bent over at her waist to present the beer to Harry. She stayed that way while he pulled on her little pink nipples and Barbara gave her firm lace-covered ass a few hard smacks. Lexi pulled her panties halfway down, showing us her bright red ass. We finished up at the pub with me telling Lexi that I wanted her to pull her panties down further and show her teen asshole to the whole pub. She did.
Even the Uber ride back to our resort was amazingly nasty. Lexi sat in the back making out with Barbara and Al who fondled her tits and pussy through soaking wet panties. At one point Al fed some of my daughter's own pussy juices to her. I caught it all as pictures and video. It got to be too much for me when I asked Lexi to "tip" the Uber driving by letting him touch her. I lost it when she pulled her soaked panties tightly against the heavenly shape of her young cunt. Bam! I came in my pants.
Lexi and I had gone to our suite to clean up before coming to the beach bar, but here I was encouraging my daughter to do dirty things in public and once again on the edge of blowing my load into my pants. Looking around at the other six clothed men, all sporting obvious wood, I realized I wasn't the only one with this problem.
Lexi watched me with a faint smile and absently ran her fingers over the fabric that covered her young pussy. She was a little wet from Barbara and Greg's kissing, rubbing, and stroking which I had interrupted when I pulled Lexi's camisole off, revealing her firm tits and smooth stomach to our audience. I realized that's how I saw them. They were our audience in a show we were putting on to stoke our own depraved desires. Lexi's incredibly strong exhibitionist desires and my more twisted desires to watch others see my young daughter's wanton nakedness. Not just see, but touch! Watching my eighteen-year-old daughter lewdly display her body to everybody and let them touch her was more exciting than all the other exciting things that I had ever experience in my life combined. I really don't know how I didn't have a heart attack from the forbidden thrill of it all. Maybe my heart was too distracted keeping so much blood going to my dick?
Lexi took two big gulps and then slammed her empty tequila glass on the table, "What exactly would you like to see me do now,...Daddy?"
I downed my drink and placed the glass next to hers. "Refills please, Heidi," I said.
I told Lexi to stand up and when she did, I slowly slipped my hands around her slim, naked waist. She felt so good. So slim and firm. My daughter inhaled. Her soft skin was slightly goose fleshed from the ocean breeze. Her nipples hardened. I slid my hands down her hips and legs taking her skirt to her ankles. "I want you to kneel on the barstool. Facing away from us."
Heidi refilled our glasses and then hurried around the bar to get the same view as the rest of us. Lexi climbed up and knelt on the barstool with her tits pressed against the bar and her back to us. I hadn't realized her panties were a G-string. The narrow gusset strategically covered her pussy but now, with her back to us, I could see the garment almost disappeared. As my daughter shuffled onto the stool her incredibly tight, round ass might as well have been naked. The string disappeared between her beautiful cheeks where, it suddenly occurred to me, I wanted my tongue to disappear. Or watch other people's tongues disappear, I thought.
Al said, "Fuck, in this light I realize that is an even more perfect ass than I had thought."
Lexi giggled, "Thank you, Al. I am glad you like it." She took a sip of tequila, "Now what, Daddy?"
I rummage behind the bar for a couple minutes until I found what I was looking for: string. I used it to tie my daughter's wrists together and secure them to the bar. Then I came back to the other side of the bar and looped more string around Lexi's ankles and tied her feet to the post of the bar stool. Hmmmm, mewed my naughty daughter.
