Whisper to Matt that you'd like some 'alone time' with him before dessert

As Marcus pulls the Range Rover into the private garage beneath Rick's building, you let your fingertips brush against Matt's thigh when the others aren't looking. His eyes widen, pupils dilating with instant arousal.

"I want some alone time with you before dessert," you whisper, your breathy voice barely audible over the car's engine shutting down. "Just to see if you're as big as your daddy."

Matt swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "How would we...?"

"The guest bathroom," you suggest with practiced innocence. "I'll go first. Follow me in like... two minutes?"

As the group exits the elevator into Rick's penthouse, you trail your fingers across Matt's palm while announcing to everyone, "I need to freshen up real quick!"

Rick smiles indulgently. "Of course, princess. We'll get things ready for dessert."

You skip down the hallway, your baby blue sundress swishing around your thighs. The guest bathroom is exactly where you remember it—spacious, with marble countertops and a rainfall shower. You leave the door unlocked and check your reflection, fluffing your pigtails and applying a fresh coat of lip gloss.

True to instruction, Matt appears exactly two minutes later, slipping inside and locking the door behind him. His erection already strains against his slacks.

"We have to be quick," he whispers, but you're already hiking up your dress, revealing your bare pussy.

"I want to bounce on your cock," you tell him bluntly, hoisting yourself onto the counter. "I need to compare you to your daddy."

Matt groans, fumbling with his belt. "You're fucking my dad? Like, for real?"

"Uh-huh," you nod, spreading your legs wider. "And now I'm gonna fuck you too."

He frees his cock—impressively thick though not quite as long as Rick's—and positions himself between your legs. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Push it in slow," you instruct, your pussy already slick with anticipation. "I wanna feel every inch."

Matt obeys, easing his cock into you with a stifled moan. "Holy shit, you're tight."

You giggle, arching your back as he fills you. "Your daddy stretched me good this morning, but I'm all ready for you now."

The taboo comparison drives Matt wild. He grips your hips and starts thrusting, each stroke faster than the last. You bounce against him, your enhanced D-cups jiggling beneath your sundress.

"That's it," you encourage, "fuck daddy's bunny princess!"

Through the bathroom door, you hear movement in the hallway. Matt tries to slow down, panic flashing across his face, but you lock your legs around him tighter.

"Don't stop," you insist. "Daddy won't mind."

As if on cue, the bathroom door opens. Rick stands in the doorway, his expression unreadable for a moment before morphing into something closer to pride than anger.

"Well," he says, leaning against the doorframe, "looks like you two are getting along."

Matt freezes, still buried deep inside you. "Dad, I—"

Rick waves him off. "A chip off the old block, aren't you, son? Can't blame you—she's irresistible."

You beam at Rick, reaching out a hand toward him. "Daddy, he feels so good inside me. Different from you, but still yummy."

Rick's smile widens as he takes your hand. "Is that so, princess?"

From the hallway, you hear Mandi's uncertain voice. "Dad? Should I—" She appears behind Rick, gasping when she sees what's happening.

You lock eyes with her and nod encouragingly. Without missing a beat, Mandi steps forward, her hands moving to unbutton her blouse.

"Daddy," she says, her voice trembling slightly, "while they're busy... would you like to suck on my tits?"

Rick's attention shifts to his daughter's impressive chest as she reveals her lacy bra. "Mandi, baby," he breathes, reaching for her.

Becky appears then, giggling at the tableau. "Ohmigod, is everyone having fun without me?"

You laugh breathlessly as Matt begins to move inside you again, emboldened by his father's approval. "There's plenty for everyone, sis!"

As Rick leads Mandi and Becky toward his bedroom, he tosses a wink over his shoulder. "Don't be too long. Dessert's just getting started."

16:00 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Guest Bathroom, Rick's Penthouse, London