Fucked my mate’s 19yo daughter in the bathroom during Bathurst 1000 BBQ with everyone home

Yesterday, I went over to my best mate’s place for the Bathurst 1000, cold beers in the esky, BBQ firing up, the whole crew there, his missus, a couple of other mates, and of course, his 19yo daughter, that cheeky little slut who’s been my secret obsession since she sucked me off and took my load in the shed a few weeks back.

She’d been teasing me all morning on Snapchat again, sending snaps of her in a tight tank top and shorts, whispering how she’s still dripping from last time and craving more. The race was blasting on the telly, we were out on the deck, everyone glued to the screen or flipping snags on the bbq, yelling at the screen at times, but she kept catching my eye, biting her lip, brushing against me when she passed with plates, she sat next to me and had her hand grazing my crotch under the table like a sneaky promise.

As the laps dragged on, she leaned in close during an ad break, her breath hot on my ear, murmuring, “I need you now, Daddy,” her fingers tracing my thigh while her dad was just metres away, cracking jokes. My cock twitched, and I knew we were playing with fire, everyone home, no privacy, but that risk made it hotter.

She excused herself, shooting me a wink, and I waited a minute before muttering something about grabbing another beer from the fridge inside. Heart pounding, I slipped down the hall, the roar of the crowd on TV masking my steps, and pushed into the bathroom where she was waiting, door barely clicked shut before she was on me, her petite body pressing against mine.

She dropped to her knees on the tiled floor, unzipping me fast, her eyes locked on mine as she whispered, “Fuck my face, quick,” and took my cock deep, gagging softly, spit dripping as she sucked like the desperate cum slut she is, her small hands stroking my balls. The house was alive with chatter and cheers from the lounge, we could hear her dad laughing, any second someone could knock. I grabbed her hair, thrusting into her throat, her muffled moans vibrating around me, but I needed more.

I yanked her up, spun her around to face the mirror, and hiked up her shorts, ripping her tiny panties to the side, her tight teen pussy already soaked and begging. “You’re my filthy free use whore,” I growled low, slamming my cock into her from behind, stretching her wide as she bit her lip to stifle a gasp, her eyes rolling back in the reflection.

We fucked hard and fast, the stuff on the sink rattling quietly, her cunt gripping me like a vice, juices dripping down her thighs as she pushed back, whispering, “Breed me, Daddy, fill me up.” The race commentary bled through the walls, covering her whimpers, but footsteps echoed in the hallway, someone heading to the kitchen… and my pulse raced, pounding her deeper, the risk pushing me over. I unloaded, pumping hot cum deep into her fertile pussy, filling her until it leaked out around my cock. She was trembling, gasping, as I pulled out, and she quickly tugged her panties up, trapping my load inside just as we heard her dad yell from the lounge, “Where’s the sauce?” We slipped out separately, her wobbling back with a fake smile, chatting like nothing happened, while my cum dripped into her panties, her tight teen cunt still throbbing, and no one had a clue she’s my perfect little slut, ready for the next risky fuck… how long can we keep this up.