Dear Diary:
I lean back in my chair, staring out the window at the rain-covered streets, but my mind drifts far away, to turquoise waters and sunbathed skin—a four-day cruise with Daddy, just us, no schedules, no interruptions. The ship cuts through the Caribbean waves, and we’re free, finally able to let loose without a care. I imagine boarding that first day, the saltwater breeze rippling my sundress against my thighs as Daddy’s arm snakes around my waist, his fingers already teasing the hem, brushing my bare skin. We explore the decks hand in hand, laughing at the shuffleboard games and sipping piña coladas by the pool. His eyes linger on my cleavage, dark with intent, and I press closer, feeling his cock harden against my hip.
That night, after a sunset dinner where his foot nudges my calf under the table, we stumble back to our cabin. The door locks with a click, and inhibitions shatter like glass. Daddy pins me against the wall, his mouth crashing into mine in a passionate kiss, tongue thrusting deep and demanding, tasting of rum and coconut. His hands yank up my dress roughly, bunching the fabric at my waist, revealing my lace panties, soaked through with arousal.
I gasp into his mouth, my fingers finding his shirt buttons, popping them open one by one to reveal his muscled chest dusted with dark hair. He shoves my panties to the side with urgent fingers, two thick digits plunging straight into my dripping pussy, curling to stroke my inner walls. The stretch burns sweetly, and I buck against his hand as he pumps hard and fast, his thumb grinding circles over my swollen clit. Wet sounds fill the cabin as my juices coat his palm.
I whimper, “Daddy, yes, right there—don’t stop.” My knees weaken, thighs trembling, but he holds me up, his free hand seizing my ass cheek hard.
He lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping tight around his waist, ankles locking as he carries me to the bed. Dropping me onto the mattress, he strips me bare in seconds—dress ripped over my head, bra unclasped and tossed aside, panties yanked down my legs. His eyes rake over my naked body, nipples hardening under his gaze.
He dives in, mouth latching onto one breast, sucking the nipple deep into his hot mouth while his teeth graze the sensitive peak, tugging just enough to send jolts straight to the center of my sex. I arch off the bed, threading fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as he switches to the other breast, lavishing it with the same rough attention.
Saliva glistens on my skin, cooling in the cabin air, and I beg, “More, Daddy, fuck me with your tongue.”
He sheds his clothes in a frenzy, pants kicked off to reveal his engorged cock, hard and throbbing. No need to rush—we enjoy the build. I push him onto his back, climbing up to straddle his face, my knees on either side of his head. Lowering slowly, I lay my dripping pussy onto his waiting mouth, folds parting around his lips. His tongue laps greedily from my entrance to my clit, flat and broad at first, then spearing inside me, fucking in and out with wet thrusts. I grind down, hips rolling in circles.
He grips my ass with both hands, spreading my cheeks wide, exposing everything. A finger circles my tight asshole teasingly, making me clench around his tongue. The dual stimulation sends spasms shuddering pleasurably; I ride his face harder until the pressure coils tight in my belly. My orgasm hits like a wave, my pussy contracting, juices spilling onto his mouth and chin as my body quakes, thighs squeezing his head.
Panting, I slide down his sweat-slicked torso, my breasts dragging over his abs. Positioning between his legs, I wrap my lips around his cock, taking the head into my mouth with a slow suck, tongue swirling his throbbing head. I take him down further, inch by inch, until he hits the back of my throat. Gagging slightly, I relax and push deeper, deepthroating him fully, nose firmly in his pubic hair. Saliva drips from my lips, coating his shaft and balls, which I cup and massage gently. My hand twists at the base on upstrokes, varying the suction; tight and fast, then slow and teasing. Daddy groans low, hips bucking involuntarily, his fingers tangling in my hair to guide but not force.
“Shit, Gina, your mouth is heaven…suck harder,” he requests with a grated tone, and I do, humming around him to vibrate the length. I edge him mercilessly, pulling off when his balls tighten, licking the underside until he’s cursing and begging.
Finally, I can’t wait. Straddling him reverse, I grip his cock, rubbing the head along my slick slit before sinking down, pussy stretching around his girth. Every inch drags inside me, filling me completely. I pause at the bottom, clenching my inner muscles to squeeze him, then start riding. I move in slow rolls of my hips at first, feeling him bottom out against my cervix. My ass cheeks slap against his thighs with each lift and drop, the rhythm building. He slaps my right cheek sharply, the sting blooming heat, and I bounce faster, pussy juices leaking down his balls.
“Ohh, your cock feels so good,” I moan, reaching between my legs to fondle his sack. He sits up slightly, hands on my hips to thrust up, meeting my descents with powerful thrusts.
He flips us suddenly, pinning me prone beneath his weight, knees spreading my thighs wide. His cock slams back in, deep and unrelenting, with each pistoning, he’s pulling almost completely out before driving home, balls smacking my ass wetly. I lift my ass to meet his advance. He continues this for a few more strokes before flipping me again. Missionary now as he slides in. Passionate at first, kisses softening, eyes firmly held, but it turns rough fast. He puts my ankles over his shoulders, folding me nearly in half, the angle letting him pound my G-spot with every deliberate stroke. Sweat drips from his brow onto my breasts, and I rake my nails down his back, leaving red trails.
“Harder, Daddy, make me yours,” I demand, and he growls, hips moving faster, the bed creaking under us.
My clit grinds against him, building friction until I explode, my pussy pulsing and milking him, a gush of wetness soaking the sheets. He thrusts through it, his climax nearing, then pulls out at the last second, hot cum spurting across my stomach, marking me. We collapse tangled, chests heaving, my fingers making lazy patterns in the mess as we catch our breath, spent and satisfied.
Day two dawns with a port call at a vivacious island, white sands, and palm trees calling. We snorkel in crystal shallows, our bodies brushing underwater. His hand skims my bikini bottom deliberately, fingers dipping under the fabric to stroke my slit under the thin material. Bubbles rise as I gasp; the fish swimming around us are oblivious. He circles my clit with his thumb, the pressure firm, even in the water, until my thighs clamp on his wrist, a muffled moan escaping through my snorkel. Back on the beach, we lounge under an umbrella, me slathered in sunscreen. Daddy takes the bottle, rubbing it into my skin with slow, deliberate strokes; over my shoulders, down my back, thumbs pressing into the dimples above my ass. He lingers on my inner thighs, fingers inching toward my sex, brushing my bikini-covered pussy lips until I’m squirming, and my heat is pooling despite the ocean breeze.
We sneak behind a dune for privacy, the sand warm under my knees as I drop down. Tugging his swim trunks down, I free his hardening cock, licking from the base up the underside, tracing the length with my tongue before sucking the head into my mouth. Sea salt mixes with his taste as I bob shallowly, hand pumping the shaft. He stands in front of me, fingers in my hair, groaning softly.
He pulls me up, spinning me to face the dune, yanking my bikini bottoms down. His fingers plunge into my pussy from behind, stretching and curling while his thumb presses my clit. I brace on the sand, pushing back, the orgasm building quickly from the earlier tease. It crashes onto me like the waves breaking on the beach, legs shaking, pussy clenching around his fingers as I bite my lip to stifle the cry. He withdraws, licking his hand clean with a smirk. We fix our clothes and rejoin the group, my face blushing, thighs slick, exchanging heated glances all afternoon.
Evening brings shipboard trivia, us teaming up, whispering answers and jokes known only to us; then dancing on the deck, under the stars. Daddy pulls me close during a slow song, bodies swaying, his erection grinding against my belly through our clothes.
His breath warmed my ear. He whispers, “Can’t wait to bury my cock in you again, feel you scream.”
Chills race up my back, and my pussy begins throbbing in anticipation. Back in the cabin, I suggest using a blindfold, his tie soft against my eyes, submerging me into total darkness, creating new sharpness with every touch. His hands roam my body blind: fingertips trailing my shoulder, down to pinch and twist my nipples until they’re aching peaks. I writhe on the sheets, skin prickling, as his mouth follows, kissing my neck, sucking hard enough to create desire, teeth nipping the juncture of shoulder and throat.
He spreads my legs wide, knees hooked over his elbows, and dives in tongue-first. Licking my pussy from bottom to top in long, firm strokes, he savors every drop, as he growls and hums, vibrating against my clit. The vibrations shoot to the very center of my being; I buck up, grinding into his face, hands fisted in the sheets. He sucks my clit between his lips, flicking it rapidly with his tongue tip while two fingers thrust inside. Blind, the sensations overwhelm. Wet slurps, his beard rasping my thighs, the build, tightening unbearably. I cum with a scream, body convulsing, engulfing his mouth as stars burst in my mind.
Still blindfolded, he places me on all fours. His cock nudges my entrance, then slides in slowly, letting me feel every inch parting my walls. Once buried, he starts thrusting, steady at first, pulling out halfway before sinking deep, his hips flush against my ass. Hands on my hips, he builds speed, skin slapping loud in the room. One hand fists my hair, yanking my head toward him to arch my back, the pull heightening my ecstasy.
“Take it all, Gina, your pussy’s gripping me so tight,” he demands, raw and ragged.
I push back to meet him, moaning, “Yes, deeper, Daddy.”
He reaches around, fingers rubbing my clit in tight circles, the dual assault hurling me over the edge again, pussy clenching as I spasm.
He doesn’t stop, flipping me to my side and lifting my top leg high. His cock re-entering from behind, he thrusts smoothly at first, hand roaming to squeeze my breast, pinching the nipple. Rougher now, slaps landing on my ass cheek, sharp and stinging, each one making me yelp and clench around him. His hand finds my hair and pulls, alternately with bites on my shoulder, marking me as his. We shift again: he rolls me onto my stomach for another position, body covering mine completely, cock drilling down deep, the angle grinding my G-spot with every plunge. His weight pins me, I feel his heated breath on my neck, grunts punctuating every thrust.
I cum twice more, the first a slow build to shuddering release; the second explosive, groaning guttural sounds into the pillow as my body convulses. Finally, he buries deep in my pussy, not pulling out, flooding me with hot spurts that pulse against my walls, his groan rumbling through us. We lie there, him still seated pleasantly within me. He slips off the blindfold as he kisses my temple, bodies slick and sated.
Third day, another port: a lush rainforest hike, humidity making our clothes cling to sweat-damp skin. Vines and birdsong surround us as we trek, Daddy’s hand touching mine, the heat building within me. We find a secluded waterfall, the roar drowning out the world. Stripping quickly, shirts off, shorts dropped, we plunge into the pool naked, cool water shocking my heated skin. We stand in the cool, refreshing water, his cock resting between my thighs, twitching against my naked folds.
I make small thrusts, sliding his rod between my lips. He groans his approval then presses me against the smooth rock wall, kissing fiercely, tongue dueling mine as his hands cup my breasts. Water streams over us, rivulets tracing my curves. I wrap my legs around his waist, reaching down to guide his hard cock to my entrance. He thrusts up in one smooth motion, filling my pussy completely, the cool of the water contrasting with the burning friction inside.
We satisfy our lust, nothing urgent, nothing fast, his hips thrust up, as water falls down around us. With each drive, my back scrapes the rock pleasurably. My nails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood, as I clench around him, riding the waves.
“God, Daddy, you’re so deep…harder,” I gasp, and he does, pounding relentlessly, one hand bracing the rock, the other seizing my ass to angle deeper. My orgasm builds quickly from the raw exposure, crashing as I milk him, my walls fluttering. He follows seconds later, cum jetting hot inside me, mixing with the cool water as our cries echo in the mist. We disentangle slowly, laughing breathlessly, rinsing under the falls before dressing, the secret thrill lingering.
Aboard again, we hit the spa for couples’ massages, but ours turns intensely private. Warm oil slicks our skin as the therapist leaves; Daddy’s hands take over, kneading my thighs, fingers inching toward my core. I return the favor, wrapping my oiled hand around his cock, stroking slowly from base to tip, thumb smearing oil over the head. He groans, flipping me to finger my pussy, first one digit, then two, scissoring gently to prep while his other hand works my clit. The dual assault has me moaning, hips lifting for more. Night falls with unbridled hunger, and the cabin mirrors reflect our frenzy from every angle.
Daddy bends me over the vanity, hands set on the cool marble, as I watch myself in the mirror, my flushed cheeks and parted lips. He enters my pussy from behind, cock sliding home in one thrust, stretching me anew. Watching us in the glass, his muscles flexing, my breasts swaying, he starts pumping, steady and deep, the vanity shaking, perfume bottles rattling. I push back, meeting each forward thrust with a smack of skin, moaning at the sight. Passionate kisses over my shoulder turn to bites on my neck. He pulls out, grabs lube from the drawer, coating his shaft and my hole, then makes a slow entry into my ass, head popping past the ring, then inch by inch until he’s seated fully, the fullness bordering on too much.
He fucks my ass steadily, shallow at first to help me acclimate to his girth, then deeper, hand sliding around to rub my clit in firm circles. The pressure builds fast, pleasure-pain mixing as I rock back, taking him.
“Your ass is so tight, Gina, squeezing my cock perfectly,” he grunts, and I whimper.
“Fill me up,” I utter, as my ass begins tightening around him, the orgasm ripping through to my pussy. He pounds harder, hips slamming until he stills, cum erupting deep in my ass, hot and claiming.
We shower together, enjoying each other’s touch. Then we go to the bed to worship each other from head to toe. I ride his face again, pussy drenching his mouth as his tongue spears and laps. Sliding down, I take his cock into my aching pussy, legs spread wide, heels digging into his ass to drive myself deeper. I guide his hand to wrap around my throat lightly, pressure building as he thrusts savagely, the bedframe banging the wall. Our climaxes sync as he’s deep inside my pussy, pulsing against my cervix, mixing with my own release gushing around him.
Final day, a lazy port at a beach club, margaritas left a salty tartness as we moved together barefoot in the sand, bodies grinding to the reggae beat. Freedom wraps us like the sea air, no judgments, just us being wild. One last confiscated moment in a shaded cabana: curtains drawn, I push him onto the lounger, dropping to my knees. Sucking his cock deep, throat relaxing to take him balls-deep, gagging wetly as saliva trails down my chin. My hand pumps the base, twisting, while he fingers my pussy, fingers maneuvering to hit my G-spot. I swallow every drop when he cums, then he flips me, eating me out until I squirt on his tongue, bliss shuddering through.
Last night on the ship, we make it count, starting tender on the balcony. 69 position, ocean breeze cooling our naked skin, me above, deepthroating his cock, lips stretched wide, tongue pressing the underside as I bob, tasting salt and musk. He tongues my folds below, lapping voraciously, then rims my ass with firm circles before pushing inside. The exposure heightens it; waves crash below as we devour each other, moans taken by the wind.
As we move inside, passion surges. Doggy on the bed, knees sliding as he rails my pussy from behind, pulling my hair to arch me, cock hitting deep with each thrust. I put my head down and arch my ass higher, tightening around his cock. He pulls out and flips me over to look into my eyes.
Missionary next, my ankles by my ears, folded open, his weight driving into me, the stretch intense and addictive. He thrusts slow and deep, growing to hard and frantic, his eyes intent. We cum screaming, him possessing my pussy as he consumes me, buried more deeply than he has before; I clench in waves as he tries to wiggle in deeper yet.
Then collapse, exploring lazily: fingers in pussies, lips sucking nipples and cocks until dawn rises, bodies spent, but souls ignited.
As the ship docks, I snap back to reality, cheeks bright red, thighs clenched and wet from the fantasy. That daydream—Daddy and me, uninhibited, bodies entwined in every filthy way. One day, I hope, it’ll be real.
