DADDY’S FILTHY LITTLE SECRET

“DADDY” IS MY SECRET PORN DIRECTOR! 3

Chapter 3

Lovie’s POV

He pulled his fingers out of me with a wet sound that left me empty and aching, then stepped back fast, wiping his hand on his suit trousers like it was nothing.

I slid down the wall right away, my legs too weak to hold me, my bare ass hitting the cold floor hard as my back scraped against the paint.

My chest heaved while I sat there trying to catch my breath, p***y still throbbing and dripping onto the tiles, the taste of his mouth still on my tongue.

What the hell just happened. He was my stepdad, the man who had been in our house since I was twelve, the one who fixed my bike and sat through my school plays, and now his fingers had just been buried inside me while he sucked on my t**s like he wanted to mark me.

My mind spun in circles but my body still wanted more, clenching around nothing, desperate for the thick c**k I had seen him stroking earlier.

He grabbed his mask from the shelf, slid it back over his face in one smooth motion, and straightened his shirt without looking at me.

“Be back on set in five, Lila,” he said through the modulator, voice flat and mechanical again like nothing had changed.

Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving me alone on the floor with my legs spread and my heart pounding so hard I thought it might crack my ribs.

I sat there for a minute, fingers pressed between my thighs, touching my swollen c**t just to feel something, but it was not enough.

He watched me get f****d for months and jerked off to it. To me. Calling my real name. The thought made me shiver as I forced myself up, my legs shaky, and cleaned up just enough to walk back to the set without dripping everywhere.

My tote bag felt heavy when I grabbed it, the dildo still inside from earlier, but I could not think about that now.

The director’s voice boomed over the speakers as soon as I stepped onto the set, that same mechanical distortion cutting through the air and making my skin crawl even as my p***y stayed soaked from what he had done to me in the office.

“Next scene, Lila. Soft makeout with Jake on the couch. His hands on your t**s and ass only, no penetration. Keep it slow and teasing for the closeups. I want the viewers to see how bad you need it without getting it yet.”

My stomach dropped hard and I stood there for a second feeling like I might actually throw up from the frustration because my body was screaming for a real hard f**k after he had fingered me and left me empty.

I wanted to scream at the speaker and tell him exactly what he had done to me but instead I just nodded like the good little performer I was supposed to be and walked over to the couch, dropping down onto the leather that was still warm and slightly sticky from the last scene.

Jake came over right away, that tall guy with the plastic mask covering half his face, and he did not wait for any extra directions before he grabbed me and pulled me against him.

His mouth crashed onto mine, his tongue shoving in deep and sloppy right from the start, tasting like the mint gum he always chewed between takes while his hands went straight to my t**s and squeezed them together hard enough to make the flesh bulge between his fingers.

I kissed him back just as hard, my tongue fighting with his wet sounds filling the set as I tried to lose myself in it and push away the memory of my stepdad’s mouth on me earlier.

But no matter how much I sucked on Jake’s tongue or let him grope my chest, all I could picture was Daddy’s massive d**k, that thick veiny monster I had seen him stroking while he moaned my real name, how it would feel stretching my p***y wide open right here on this couch until I could not breathe.

Fuck, I need him to destroy me with that c**k. I need him to pin me down and pound this dripping hole until I cannot walk straight tomorrow, fill me up so deep I feel it for days.

Jake’s hand slid down to my ass, gripping the soft cheeks and spreading them a little as he pulled me closer so his hard d**k pressed against my thigh through his thin shorts, the heat of it teasing me but never giving me what I actually wanted.

The rules were clear though, no p***y, and his fingers kept brushing close to my soaked folds without ever touching them, just grazing the skin and making me grind against his leg like a desperate slut who could not control herself.

My hips rolled on their own, pressing my wet p***y against his thigh and leaving a slick trail on his skin while I moaned loud into his mouth, the sound raw and needy.

Daddy’s modulated voice cut in again, cold and commanding through the speakers.

“More tongue, Lila. Really show how much you want it. Arch your back for the camera. Jake, pinch her n****e harder, make it look real, twist it like you mean it.”

I arched my back like he told me to, pushing my t**s up into Jake’s hands while he twisted my left n****e hard between his fingers, the sharp sting shooting straight down to my c**t and making me whimper against his lips.

My p***y clenched tight and leaked even more down my thighs, soaking the couch underneath me as the frustration built higher and higher.

Tears started pricking at the corners of my eyes because every second without a c**k slamming inside me felt like pure torture after what Daddy had started in that office.

I thought about how his fingers had curled in me, hitting that spot that made my legs shake, the low groans he made while sucking my t**s, and the way his thick d**k had pulsed hot and heavy in my hand when I stroked him.

He is supposed to be the man who raised me, the one who hugged me after Dad died and told me everything would be okay, but right now all I can think about is him bending me over and ruining my p***y with that huge c**k until I cry from how good it hurts.

I kissed Jake deeper, biting his bottom lip a little too hard and tasting the slight copper of blood while my hands gripped his shoulders and my body trembled.

My c**t throbbed so bad it actually hurt, swollen and begging for friction that never came, and I could feel my juices running freely now, dripping onto the leather in little wet sounds that the microphones probably picked up.

Jake groaned against me and squeezed my ass harder, pulling me tighter so his d**k rubbed along my thigh, but it was not enough, nowhere near enough, and I felt myself going feral inside, almost crying from the empty ache that made my walls flutter uselessly around nothing.

“Please,” I whispered against Jake’s mouth without meaning to, my voice cracking a little as another tear slipped down my cheek.

“Just touch me more, f**k, I need it so bad right now.”

Jake did not answer with words, he just kissed me messier and pinched both my n*****s at the same time, rolling them until they burned, but daddy’s voice came through again.

“Keep grinding on his leg, Lila. Make it look like you are dying for c**k. Good, hold that arch.”

My body shook harder as I kept rolling my hips, grinding my dripping p***y against Jake’s thigh like the desperate w***e I felt like, but the need kept building with no release and I had to fight back actual sobs.

My mind stayed locked on Daddy the whole time, imagining him stepping onto the set and replacing Jake, shoving that massive d**k into me in one brutal thrust while everyone watched.

The thoughts made me wetter, made my moans louder and more broken, until finally after what felt like forever the director called out.

“Cut. Good enough for now, reset the lights.”

I jumped up fast, legs wobbly and my p***y still clenching and leaking, not even bothering to grab a towel or wipe myself off before I snatched my bag and put on the free gown back and rushed out the back door toward the garage.

My heart raced the whole way and my thighs rubbed together slick with my own cream as I pushed through the exit.

Daddy was already there waiting by his black car, mask off now but that suit still looking perfectly put together, arms crossed over his chest like he had all the time in the world and knew exactly what he had done to me.

My p***y clenched so hard at the sight of him that I swear I heard the wet sound of it, a loud needy pulse that made my face burn hot with shame and fresh lust.

Oh, I must be really insane.

I just wanted to get the hell out of here, drive straight to some bar and find one guy, or better two guys at the same time, who would take me home and f**k me senseless hard until I could not remember my own name or how badly I needed daddy’s c**k.