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Cassie Hole Pt 6

The pool shimmered in the heat, the clean blue water undulating restlessly against the sides of the tiles. Michael worked some business ledgers and the cell phone that was always at his side. The sun that embraced the L.A. mansion that day was harsh and full, the shadows long and high. “Has he been picked up yet?” He asked into the cell. “Good.” He set back the phone, dismissing it and looking at his watch. A good forty-five minutes or so before the investor would arrive and he had a few things to do. He put more lotion on his chest and over his shoulders, along the bridge of his nose, then replacing his sunglasses. He got up and gripping his cell, he made his way to the cabana, shedding his swim trunks as he did. He walked into the shaded cabana naked and stepped into the shower stall, soaping up and washing his hard frame. After a few minutes he pulled on a thick terrycloth robe and opened the garment bag, pulling out the Armani suit and dressing before the mirror, careful to adjust his tie perfectly. A shallow noise came from out back.

When satisfied, he made his way into the outside atrium, the sun still allowed in, but muted, not as hot, but warm. His servant had put out a delectable array of foods to pick from, drinks and a mirror, the latter in case the mark had other interests. Michael opened an Evian, drinking deep. His phone buzzed, alerting him that his company had arrived, pulling up the drive. He turned and stretched, pretending to be engrossed in a portfolio. His servant came down a few minutes later, walking in followed by a Spanish gentleman, carrying a briefcase. Michael excused his servant, knowing that the servant would be leaving for the day as expected.

Michael stood and shook his hand, proffering him a seat as he sat back. His visitor had a direct view over the pool area. Michael made sure that his back was facing the area, only the mirror from the guest room showed the whole panorama. An hour must have passed before Cassie came out, dressed in baggy sweats and a huge T-shirt. She rushed into his arms and hugged me wildly. “Daddy, ohhhh, we had such a good time…” Michael smiled down at her and pulled her back and turned her to face his visitor. “Cassie, this is my friend, Mr. Salazar, this is Cassie my daughter.” Cassie reached out her hand demurely and shook Mr. Salazar’s hand, looking up directly into his eyes. She was polite and shook his hand, holding it an extra second or so longer than necessary. She whirled around back at me. “Daddy, can I go swimming, it is so hot!” Michael looked at her.

“Well I don’t know Cassie, I and Mr. Salazar have some business to conduct and it may interfere…”

“No, no…that is OK, that will not bother me…besides she does have a point, it is hot here in your beautiful land, and our business shouldn’t disrupt a child’s play. Let her swim, I am sure it won’t get on our way.” 

“Are you sure?’ Michael looked at him questioningly. 

“No, no that will be fine.” He smiled good-naturally at her and watched her pout at me, a pleading look on her face. 

At that Michael shooed her on her way and watched her wiggle out the side door of the atrium. She giggled going out down the walk to the cabana. A few minutes passed and a change showed slightly on Salazar’s face. 

Michael glanced slightly at the mirror as he raised his glass to drink. Cassie was walking out of the cabana in a pink bikini, a white robe flaring out from her shoulders, the bottoms barely a thong and her top a strip an inch wide so that her cunt and tits were covered, but not by much. She also had high heels on, the nasty Lucite type strippers wore, clear and high. She was shedding her robe to lay down on her chaise lounge and spreading her legs on either side, facing directly at the atrium, so that Salazar got a good eyeful. She poured lotion into her palm as she laid back and began to rub the crème into her tan skin, first on her face and neck and then her arms and then along under her top, caressing her tits and her stomach. Cassie had orchestrated this Michael knew. Cassie poured more lotion in her palm and then lifted her panty bottom and delved in to rub her cunt hole with smooth lotion, showing Salazar all of it as she yanked the strip aside, but pretending to not notice her sluttish display. In fact, she turned her face away as she fingered her clit momentarily for him, pretending he wouldn’t see or wasn’t looking. She pushed up on the tips of her heels, arched her back and fingered her hole slightly for a few seconds and then pulled away and smoothed the extra crème along her cheek and nose. Finally she left herself completely lewdly on display for his feasting eyes as she laid back with her arms tossed up over her head and looking as if she was resting. Her cunt mound actually pulsed under her thin pink bikini. 

His cell phone rang as Michael was pointing to the profit graphics in the report spread out before me and Salazar. “Hold on.” Michael spoke in to the phone. “Yes, yes, OK, wait a minute,” Michael covered the mouthpiece. “Mr. Salazar, can I ask you to give me a minute, I have a confidential call from my office, I must ask you to step outside if you could.” Michael fidgeted about, pointing out the side door. “Why not see if Cassie can get you something. I’ll only be a minute. I apologize; it should be just a few minutes. Thank you.” Michael turned back to his conversation and saw Salazar stumble out towards Cassie. His drink was the third that Michael had given him. He was a Gin man. Michael smiled as he went. Michael spoke in the phone. “She is such a slut.” Another call came in and Michael turned away, watching Salazar from his vantage point in the reflections, as he took a look around and then settled with his drink and sunglasses on in a small alcove corner, not directly in his line of vision but certainly clearly directly able to stare fully at Cassie. She lifted up and then turned over and made her self comfortable face down on the sun bed, her speaker ear buds dangling from her ears to her MP3 player. He jittered uncomfortably at first, moving to see subtly if Michael was watching him, and then dropping a napkin so he could survey the upper windows. He pulled his cell phone out and pretended to issue a call although his South American cellular connection was worthless here in LA. He shifted up and then stood as if deep in conversation, strolling aimlessly it seemed. He made a wide arch so that he could get advantage to peer at her straight on, hoping to see her lips of small budding titties so bared in her top. Cassie actually leaned up momentarily and tugged the top back and forth so as to tease and then laid her head back, her red sunglasses hiding her field of vision. Salazar then, changed tactics and walked over to the table area behind her and put down his drink and jutting the phone in the crook of his neck and shoulder, cocked his head as he lit a cigarette and looked directly up between her taut ass cheeks, the pink suit looking as if it were painted on and affording him a peepers view. He then kicked at the ground talking and absentmindedly sauntered closer to her, still assuming her was out of his view as Michael was facing away from him. He checked the mansion windows trying to cover his obvious intent to leer at Cassie and her desirous juvenile body and open flaunting of her ass and spread legs, draped as they were along the sides of the lounge chair, making it almost appear that she was ready to hump against the sun bed, She would make a sing song noise along with the MP3 player that blared into her earplugs, shaking her ass a little as she did. When he felt timing was right he stopped and looked up and there, five feet away was Cassie, her ass trembling to her music, her pubic cunt area grinding into the cushion and her ass jutted out, her skin sweaty and her firm muscular body jarring to him, so fresh and close and young and ripe and obviously judging from her fathers arrogance, likely to become a cock tease whore like all woman with too much time and a rich family, LA was infamous for churning out mindless putas, all spoiled and not much better than eye candy but this one he had to admit, she was young enough not to be affected yet. 

His only regret was that she was his client’s daughter, had he seen her at the hotel’s pool, he’d have sent her a soda from the bar and insinuated his interests to meet hers, no matter how frivolous. He’d find a way to show her that he was a trusted older figure, non-threatening, coax her with a shopping spree perhaps or a lavish dinner and limo ride, and beg off when she tried to show her thanks, of course, graciously reneging and suggesting perhaps a drink in his room and a photograph of her in her new outfits so that he could remember her in his travels. It was always the same, perhaps feigning a hot bite of a peppered tamale so that he had to burst into the bathroom in the middle of her changing of simply entice her to show a little more in the photo, to be a little bit “grown up.” They usually felt shamed and generally shrugged it off as he came over and showed her how to adjust her new dress or top, always allowing his fingers to rub her tits of caressing her neck as he moved her hair or complimenting how thin and attractive she was, tugging along her waist and making sure that he diddled her clit as he looked at her and thanked her for being so nice with him, letting him delve into her exciting life and letting him purchase the outfits for her and being so well mannered and mature as to come up and have a refreshment with him on his last night here in town, always talking and stroking her a little more firmly and as he felt the first moistness he would stop and then adjust the hem so that she was partially exposed or her top was open so far that she might not have bothered buttoning it. So foolish yet so convincing to these young woman her hoping to be discovered and cared for and believing that he would return and be someone important with means to look over her, maybe get her a break in the entertainment arena. He took the photos and they in the end accepted the bargain and, if not allowed him to fuck them, gave him a hand job or an inexperienced blowjob. Some even gratefully wanted a older man to bed them, showing that they were worldly enough to satisfy a man as old as their father of uncle. The attention was a thrill that in a community that adorned stars and game show hosts, they felt elevated somehow and he got a sexual conquest. 

He spoke to the non existent voice on the other end of the phone and stood looking at Cassie and her splayed vision of a walking wet dream directly in front of him. He had to admit that he had had his share of young pussy here in LA and some were memorable but she had some quality, some unnoticed openness that made her appealing in a non needy way, nothing to prove or want, simply that she was a nymph and lecherous Lolita that gamely silently echoed to a man’s visceral want, a discerning desert that would be indescribable and delicious and draining. As her ass came up a bit as she shook he saw between her legs to where the material of her bottom cupped her vagina along her indent lips and then her ass bounced down and shook firmly, her movement actually grinding along with her rhythmic music. He lolled his head towards Michael and still he had his head turned away and still on the phone. He then swallowed the last hard toss of his powerful drink and then walked over so that he stood behind her blocking the sun partially from her legs as he snapped his phone shut and admired her form up close, wanting her to notice him as the shadow covered her. After careful attention to her every curve and jutting pink clad ass and small swell of her barely covered titties, he was burning her image into his mind’s eye, certain that somewhere in his fantasies he would be peeling that skimpy suit from her lithe body and actually running his broad fingers over and into her succulent flesh, gripping her ass in his mind as he was stroking himself somewhere later. Cassie noticed or sensed something near and she first looked at her father and then turned pulling out the ear plugs and lowering her sun glasses so that she could see would was leering at her, knowing that as much as she acted that she had no inkling. He had been lingering and lusting after her as soon as he had come out of the house, and she almost knew and felt his eyes on her as he furtively made his lecherous way toward her. She knew and she wanted him to feast on her body, wanted him to be a surreptitious and furtive towards her, wanted to allow him to see what she knew was in her power, to make him feel that she was innocent and unknowing about his lusting craving that allowed him to ply his perverse hunger even while he was so close to her father/husband and knowing that, attempt to approach her anyway. She looked up at him demurely and licked her upper lip. “Oh hi, are you and Daddy all done? Did he have to leave?” She let the word leave linger a little, ambiguous as to him if she hoped that or she wasn’t sure. As she came up her hardened nubs of her titties poked at her top, clearly showing, small as they were. 

“Oh no, no, I am waiting for your father to conduct some business over the phone before we resume. I was just looking around your wonderful home, you are a very lucky girl Miss Cassie, it is such a peaceful palace your father and you have here.” Salazar continued to check out her body at close range and every time she shifted up she shuttled the small bottom up tighter. She took the glasses completely off and actually turned half onto her side and let him see her full frontal pose, her nipples even jutting out thicker and where her thighs joined her small pink wedge of bikini bottoms scrunched into her twat lips and he stared, he leered hard and mindfully took snapshots that he would carry with him, his tongue unnoticeably wetting his lips as he did. “Yes it is very beautiful as you seem to be growing into as well.” He blurted the compliment out, his mind racing ahead without thinking. She looked up and smiled and fluttered her lashes, down turning her lips mockingly at him. “Oh, Mr. Salazar are you saying that I’m not beautiful yet?” She waited a second as he seemed lost for words and she giggled. She placed her hand on his wrist. “I was just kidding you, Daddy should be finished soon, is there something I can get you?” She coaxed him and let her hip rest back down so that he could no longer look directly at her cunt pouch and he smiled slightly. 

“No actually I was wondering if there was a little boy’s room in the cabana back there? I hate to bother going through the house until your father is ready for me.” He gave her his most benevolent white smile as she nodded and pointed back.

“Oh yeah, it’s in there over to the left right past the lockers. Go on in, I am certain that Daddy will be finished soon.” She put the ear buds back in and laid back and a secretive smirk crossed her lips. Her cunt lips were splayed wide and painted taut against her miniscule pink thong bottoms. 

Salazar hurried into the cabana and used the restroom and eased out past the lockers built in the center back wall of the room. He noticed a small alcove to the right of the room and looked around and came to a washer/dryer combo that had a small vent hole peeking through the wooden wall. It was dark and Salazar looked out past the vent pipe to the view across the yard. He could see Michael still speaking and gesturing with his hands. Then closer in, maybe ten feet he saw Cassie, now reclining on her side facing the building and her leg flagging back and forth to the music in her ears. If he leaned up on the washer he was afforded a perfect view of her reclining sling of fuckable beauty and tender ripe tits and the moist vector of her cunt pouch that joined at her thighs. By her wagging her leg he saw the pulsating pumping of her twat and tits shaking in fluid throbbing. He was assured she could not see him and when he was in peeing he shook and then stroked his cock playing the close images he had seen minutes before in his memory. He again focused on her, laying there so vulnerable and packaged for his sight, for his lewd enjoyment. He unzipped and reached into his boxers and unfolded his cock, keeping his hand in his trousers in case he needed to zip quickly. He knew that it was insane to be attempting this but then he knew that this opportunity may never appear again. He had to relive himself, this transaction with Michael had been so stressful for months and he thought, if he drained his cock he could at least feel calmer when he went back before her father. He put his hand back to brace himself with his eyes centered on Cassie’s form, her puffy nipples and, he assumed, her bald barely covered hole. He was past moving away from this action, he needed it, he needed release somehow. He put his hand back and he actually reached into the open barrel of the washer and he pulled the first fabric he found, taking it out to look at it. It was a wispy thin pair of sheer panties and that they were hers was in no doubt. He heaved gratefully and then smelled them, the musky heavy aroma like a rare expensive cologne in his nostrils. He actually looked at her as he sucked the cunt patch on them, certain that he was able to taste her subtle sweat and discharge. His mind swirled as he inhaled deeply and longingly. He then pulled his cock out and wrapped her panties around them, the blood engorged shaft filling and growing hard, his eyes moving from Cassie’s blatant baring of her self and the actual fact that her worn panties were enveloping his cock as his hand beat himself off, savoring the building pressure in his bloating ball sacs. He made sure to keep his vision on her and beyond that her father, Michael. The crack in the wall was wide enough to give him a direct bead on the pair and allow him easy access to milk his prick. He felt his tool steel and harden completely full, the feel and smell of her cunny heightening his excitement. He let off and pulled the panties back to his face as his seepage had soaked in with hers, the exhilarating moistness so close to being next to her fuck sleeve, her cleft cum treasure that she so wantonly showed him. He was sure now that she had actually wanted him to see her displayed the way she rolled over and teased him with her sultry small shallow feminine voice and the way she turned and bared her membrane thin wet bikini to his leering, wanting him to see her lips curve under the bottoms, wanted him to see her erect puffed nipples under her top as they pointed at his probing secretive glance and moistened lick of lips. She had to know, had to see that he was keyed up and gave him those seductive signals to console him, she was intuitive, she must be. He also knew that when he left here today he would have her pair of childish panties that had her first drippings on them in his pocket. He again sucked the cunt patch in front as he turned the panties inside out so that her smeared cuntal constraint of the fabric would be there on his taste buds, and then he again opened and swathed his pulsating rod with them again and his rustlings that began in his balls started coursing signals out along his body and his eyes flickered slightly as he worked his hard his lifelong habit of striding out his strokes, long measured strokes and then a quick firm snap of his wrist over the crown of his cock as his pre cum felt slick over his cock crown and let the motion glide down and begin again at the base. It was his technique he used when he was really enthused with his fantasy as he jerked his fuck rod, knowing that he would erupt in a profuse load of cum at this rate, he shuttered his eyes open and looked back over the vent pipe and his breath gasped as he could just make out the edge of Cassie’s Lucite heel clicking away from the sun bed, her MP3 left in a puddle on the blanketed cushion. He held his cock and as he slid his hand slickly over the crown to the base he stopped and his fuck cock jumped in defiance wanting the familiar motion to proceed, to continue to jack out his juice load. He leaned back at the washer and still he saw Michael talking through the window and unnoticing anything beyond the conversation he was having. He yanked the precious panties away from his cock and stuffed them into his pocket and at that exact moment Cassie came walking in, her heels filling his ears and the puckered uplift of her ass cheeks encased in pink muscular motions, left and then right. She whipped the towel from her shoulders and stopped in front of the bank of lockers and opened one, yanking her top up and off over her head. Throwing it in the locker she sat and pulled the heels off and then stood and slowly, slowly pulled her bottoms down along her thighs, over her knees, along her calves, letting them puddle at her feet and kicking them aside. She reached up to the top shelf in the locker, standing on her tip toes and reaching hard for something there. 

Salazar could not believe his eyes, there she was less than ten feet from him, giving him a strip show, revealing her taut tits and baring her apple swelled ass to him and leaning up so that the precocious petite preteen was so close that he could smell the chlorine on her skin. He saw her parting lips as she tried in vain to get her hand farther into the shelf. She murmured under her voice and again sat on the bench and spread open her legs facing in his direction and again put the high heels back on, as she did her bald pussy showed just the first hint of development, a ebbing bulge of her lips. If she had looked up she’d have seen him standing there, his fingers holding his cock, his face dark and barely exhaling his shallow breathes. She looked and ran a finger along one of her toenails and rubbed it and frowned slightly. She ran her hands up her face and into her strands and tussled her hair out as she stood up and went back to the locker, this time her hand was able to reach the folded terrycloth robe as she opened and wrapped herself as she went to the bench again and sat again facing him. She lifted her right foot to the bench and examined her toenail and the robe fell away and her legs splayed out offering Salazar a full exposed display of herself, all of her body, her cunt and tits wrapped in a cocoon of the lush white robe. Her attention was riveted by her toenail and it gave Salazar a chance to edge farther back towards the shadows. Still he had a urge at seeing her sitting there naked and impossibly erotic that he resumed his nefarious whacking along his knob and cock tube, he had been so close that his jizz seeped out his pee hole. He had such a roaring within him he wanted to just resume his cock play, wanted her to allow him. All reason had escaped him in the situation he found himself in, he could only somehow will her to go into the bathroom and allow him to cum and then make his way out without being noticed. He again straightened against the washer and tried to become invisible, his glowering cock sticking out like a pole and the mental hatred of himself at wanting to continue to jack off and his failing assurance that Cassie would leave the area at all. She hummed a tune as she looked at her foot and that at least allowed him to breath again, masking the sound but his cock hold technique again coming into play as he went back stroking and then slicking over his cock crown, the whole shaft was a blush of red it had swelled so hard and had stopped and now he had to resume his cock play, not as feverish but it was allowing him relief as his hand made it’s way over the coarseness of his cock. Cassie put her heel down on the floor and stood and while fluffing out her hair she was shielded from viewing him but still her saw her tempered nipples in her robe and her sloped thighs. She turned to go towards the bathroom and Salazar let out a held breath and then watching her through lidded eyes, ramped up working his aching raw pounding fuck cock. He relaxed his bunched shoulders and leaned his full weight back against the machine, feeling his cum dump swimming full in his gloating balls. He breathed deeply knowing he could carry the naked displayed spread look of Cassie volunteered to his lecherous amusement and gratification. His eyes looked at his cock now, his reflexive actions carrying him close and farther towards his needed expulsion. The shower sound played in his ears as he heard Cassie prepare to rinse down, he’d be done and gone before she even stepped in to that humid steam to cleanse her cock enticing faultless body and cock holes. He knew he was seconds away.

Suddenly Cassie was standing in front of him, her back against a railing and her hand on her hip parting open the robe to the side, her fingers clutching the wet pink minuscule scraps of her bikini. Her holding them was a reference to the fact that she meant to deposit them in the washer when she found him, madly throttling his erect hard cock in his hand, his eyes glazed and his face contorted into a grimace of cruel relief. The color from his face drained down his neck and his hand stopped moving, the stringy webbed strands of cum sluice between his fingers. He looked at her, in her blue cobalt eyes, a vacant echo shining into hers. 

Cassie, her eyes looking at his face and then down along his arm to his cock as it wagged there mid air and made no motion forward, her legs open and leaning against the concrete pillar of the cabana house. She let the pink small slips dangle and fall from her fingers and then still kept the robe back off her proud tiny athletic body as he did not move, did not utter a sound, his heart beating fast. Her voice small and coy and convincingly bewildered said to him as she looked again at his cock, the red color now edging purple and not becoming flaccid from the looks of it. “Are you hurt?” She looked at his bursting man shaft and worked a look of concern across her small face, a worried patina showing. Salazar at last was able to breathe out and his head lagged rather than shook up and down. She mimicked shards of sympathy, her mouth again opening as she spoke in a childish tone that he took for her confusion. “Does your, does your man thingy hurt, I mean did you hurt your, I mean, down there?” Her eyes glowed looking at it. Then the condescending voice again, “Is there anything I can do Mister?” Salazar was at turns scared and horrified that Cassie, her bald cunt so near and moist, her tits so ripe and prominent although they were so small and naked for his watchful eyes. “Can you say anything Mister?” She came closer to his rampant cock and was near enough to touch it but she held back. From the second she had leaned down and picked up the paltry bits of her cock tease pink bikini and looked and saw Salazar standing there beating his cock meat she about lost control. How badly, she thought, as she stood before his hard tool, she wanted nothing more than to pull his hand away and devour the full length in her mouth, to savor its taste and smell and feel the life juice pleading to escape into her willing mouth, to make him hold her hair and duck her cum mouth deep on it so she could only breath through her nose and have him call her exactly what she was. A cock sucking child whore, a nasty dirty fuck girlie and scum slut as he played with her, played with her body he wanted to, to ravage her uninhibitedly and freely.

“Maybe I should get Daddy?” She started to step back but Salazar grabbed her wrist and spoke at her. “No!” Salazar looked through the vent hole and saw Michael in his office, pointing to a map as he talked still into his cell phone. “No, I think you can help, it’s OK, its fine. Don’t get your Daddy baby.” Cassie turned back and moved so that her exposed open robe flapped next to his side and while the heels gave her height, her hand was at the right angle to tentatively reach and touch and then remove her hand from his cock and even that make him moan appreciatively. She looked to him as if asking if that was what she was suppose to do? He nodded. She then reached and wrapped her tiny fingers over his shaft and felt the familiar pulse in his cock tube, that surge of blood and gelled sperm flow. “Like this Mister, is that right?” He only moaned again and although she knew how to expertly bring a man off, she feigned curiosity and no understanding of how she was to proceed. She played the role as expertly as she had rehearsed. 

Salazar reached to her nipples and rubbed them and teased her so that her fever grew but not enough so that she began dripping, rather her cunt seeped moistly Her lips pursed in sweet anticipation of his splotched stream of cock crème that would erupt soon, her thoughts racing forward. “Were you doing this, moving your hand to make yourself feel better?” Cassie continued to pace her hand in a gradual faster motion, looping up the shaft and ringing the girth and sliding up and faster down and ringing it again and again as the cum wept over his fingers and nails. She absolutely had to taste his fuck crème, and she wiped some on her other hand and licked the taste while he threw his head back, a guttural moan coming from his throat. “A boy once told me that men like to look at girls and their wives and girlfriends and stuff sometime and do this, they make their man thingy all weepy and stuff while they see girls…do you like that too, do you like looking at me mister, do you like seeing my naked body like this?” To emphasize her question, Cassie, let the robe fall off to her elbows so she was paraded for his eyes, his hand running immediately all over her pubescent fuck holes and under age body, gripping her ass and tickling her cunt lips and then over her tits again and Cassie enveloped her second hand over his man log and really worked his brooding cock shaft, the bolt of his under tube amassing ready to pump out cum in massive quantities. Her blood was coursing through her imploring her give into her natural inclination, grip his ass in her small hands and smother her mouth on that explosion of jizz and man seed, the small taste like a delicacy, so much so that she wanted a full mouthful. Her frantic need shifted as she leaned in and leaned in as a flesh backboard against his fuck choke stick. She wanted the splash over her skin so that as she went and ran to the bathroom, she could scoop in up and gorge her hunger in private. “Do you feel any…” As Cassie started to speak his cock blasted forth with a stream of his cock dregs as Cassie leaned in just long enough and then shrieked and stumbled back, fear showing in her face as she yanked up his robe and ran to the shelter of the bathroom, his stringy sperm hanging across her tits and lower chin. 

Michael entered the cabana at that moment and peered around. “Salazar, you here?” Salazar cringed back in the shadows, his crotch area festooned in spermy ropes of cum and jizz splayed over his hand. As Michael turned towards the bathroom area where Cassie was, he suddenly turned and saw Salazar meekly try and cover his mess and guilt. Looking furious, Michael stormed Salazar. “What the hell is going on here? Where is my daughter? Cassie, where are you?” Salazar just looked dumbfounded and nodded. Cassie’s thin sweet voice called out. 

“Here Daddy…” She put a frightened twinge in her voice so as to add to the drama. Michael held Salazar. “Have you been in here spying on my daughter, looking at her and jacking off, is that what this is? You fucking pervert, I’ll have you deported so fucking fast you’ll never come back in this country to do business, fucking jacking off looking at a precious 18 year old and God knows what you wanted to do to her?” Salazar was close to crying. He wiped what cum he could off his pants as he looked at Michael ready to hit him. Michael yanked him forward. “Look Salazar, I can either get you in a shit load of trouble, or we can try and work something out.” 

Salazar only whimpered apologies. “Anything?” Michael lunged in. I want you to broker the deal we talked about but on a 50% reduction for 20 years, no overhead. We do that and you leave and no one knows about this?” 

Again Salazar whimpered his OK. For added measure, Michael looked at him like he was disgusting and shoved him out the cabana. “Now get your things and get out of here. I only hope that Cassie didn’t see this.” Salazar struggled to zip up and find his way out, his mind emblazoned with the vision of Cassie’s sweet tight slut body in the minuscule pink bikini and her mouth and throat enveloping his cock shaft. Michael turned and walked to the stalls where Cassie waited. 

“Oh Honey Daddy, did that do it OK, did I do it right?” She was looking at her face in the mirror, scooping cum load off her cheeks and spreading it on her lips and over her nipples, white against the rest of her tan skin. She had put the heels back on so her ass cheeks jutted up and out as she bent at the waist. Michael had made sure that Salazar was moving out the yard as he moved behind her and felt his hand down over her hip and around to her taut little cum twat. Hooking a finger, he tickled her clit and trapped it in between his fingers, immediately wagging it around. Cassie opened her legs out wider, and as she did Michael let his other hand reach down and moisten his one finger in her cunt well and then slide to her asshole and probe it slowly then firmly in. He loved the feel of her tight clamping asshole on his fat fingers, she had a milking ability with all her holes now but her ass was especially tight and flexible. 

“You did just right dearest, you got me hard just watching the whole thing, I swear when I saw you come out in that pink shred of a bikini, I wanted nothing more than to bull my way out there and force fuck you on the lounge chair. You wanted Salazar to rape you, didn’t you, I could see how you wanted him to jam his cock in you no matter what when you spoke with him before going in the cabana.” Cassie only smiled at Michael. She moaned under her breathe as Michael fingered her ass and toyed out her clit. 

“I imagine Mr. Salazar and his South American pull will be very, very lucrative for us gorgeous, you did very good honey, so very perfect for us, and it will be a memory for the both of us for a long time. He will be able to bring to our fortune quite a lot of very interesting players, a market that will make Daddy Full and Flush just like your husband’s Full gourds of cum milk, yes, there Cassie, reach back and cuddle my balls in your oiled hands baby, get my cock balls nice and slick with your hands..” Michael continued his widening of his daughters ass gape hole and felt her hands stroking and caressing him with her tanning oil streaked hands, her blond fleece across her ass cheeks, arms and back sparkling against her tan skin. His foreskin blossomed open and his cock cap emerged as she played with him. 

When she had him as hard as a birch branch, he again let a dollop of his clear spit wag down along her ass crack and saw it soak directly in her and weep into her dark damp fuck sleeve asshole. He lifted her by the hips and she reached back to spread open for him, holding the heels of her shoes with both her fists as Michael held her to his widening brooding cock shaft and started to push down into her tight buttoned hole and she stretched and arched to allow him maximum entry and pushed back, using her ass as a hungry hole trying to milk his girth into her inviting yielding fuck treat, her ass as all her holes no more or less than a offered miraculous gift for her master/father/husband’s rutting ripping huge pleasure pole that gave her so much adoration and unmistakable devotion. As his thick member stretched and ground in deep to her, she opened her eyes faintly watching him in the mirror above her, her face and chin still smeared with the partial sperm facial from Salazar. His taste was still on her breath and lolling along her lips and her thoughts were slightly distracted from the pain/pleasure she felt as Michael began to thrust into her, by the anticipation of HIS cock blow, she LOVED the taste, the texture, the luxurious heaviness of his COCK LOAD that she swooned and had a guttural moaning when the time came that HE released his fertile fluid, on her face, in her cunt or in her ass, she always scooped the seminal wash in her mouth or in her raped cunt or ass hole and savored it ALWAYS, there was a spiritual feeling to it, savoring it like a baptismal shroud that she anointed her fuck meat body with, ashamed to wash it off, putting it off as long as possible. She was filled to the core of her body with her Daddy’s ramming jizz log and she was in a state of frenzy knowing that she had made her Master so happy by seducing and offering her pubescent crème oozing whore display of forbidden cunt flesh and promise so that Daddy could use her for his business interest, their future. She let go of one of her heels and hunched up and started to play with her clit and then felt into her cunt hole and played with his bulbous cock cap, feeling it through the thin membrane of her ass, jacking the brutish shaft as he rammed into her harder and opened her swollen hole.

She was feeling the beginnings of her own cum welling up and she looked back at HIM as he worked her body so effectively. “There Daddy, yes, love me, love and fuck my nasty body and show me what a dirty little girl I am, what a bad slut I am for you Daddy…yes, yes…do you like that baby, can you feel my fingers trying to jack you off Daddy, jack your cock through my wet cummy hole Daddy, yes, ram me hard and good, oh, God please Daddy, use my ass good, there ohhhhhh….” Cassie wanted to get a full facial of her beautiful Master and owner, Daddy and father, her stiff stern fuck pole and horny husband, her beloved love of her life. “Fuck Daddy, I can feel your hard dick stretching me out, keep plowing in, don’t stop Daddy, don’t ever stop…” At that, she felt her flood rack her every nerve and her body went into a spasm as her heart nearly pounded against her thin chest and her cunt and asshole flared as she convulsed back and over his rampaging sweaty clammy scum covered blistering prick and ready to discharge his loaded cum pile into her, hearing her begging and urging him on. “Come on my face Daddy, let me suck you out of my ass into my mouth baby, let me be your open mouthed whore Daddy, please…pull it out and feed my mouth, ohhhh…please….” 

Michaels ears heard his daughter issuing her filthy needs and he was so far gone and the fact that she had done so well today that he yanked out of her ass quickly and held the collar of his purplish cock crown until Cassie slid down as fast as she could and upturned her beautiful eyes and open pouting mouth towards HIM as he slapped his cock against her drooling mouth and coveted her open mouth and let his sizable splash of sperm to drench her mouth, cheeks and chin as he growled out and shook as the cum seared through his shaft, Cassie eager and frantic at getting HIS dump as best she could, her ass hole throbbing and her throat undulating to swallow and hold a full deposit of his fresh layer of fuck fluid. 

Finally as the sun lengthened outside the cabana, Cassie and Michael went along the pool and Michael ushered her into the back sliding door to their bedroom and as the clack of the door slid closed, Michael snuggled between her legs to feast on her ass and cunt until they both dozed off in blissful fulfilled sleep.