Spank Me Harder Daddy: Hot Erotic Compilation

Stacey was relaxing into the couch watching a late afternoon show when she heard the front door open. She heard her father's voice, along with a second masculine voice she didn't recognize. She glanced over her shoulder and froze.




He was a young, handsome man that looked like he was in his late thirties. He stepped in beside her father with a smile on his face. He was wearing a black T-shirt that clung to his big chest like it was made for him.




 His eyes landed on her, and she felt something ripple through her belly.




"Stacey, this is my friend Luca," her father said, and she smiled at the man. "Hi."




He nodded as he looked into her eyes. "Hey." 




His voice was so deep that it sent a shiver straight down her spine. Her father headed towards his room, saying something about their office work. Luca stayed where he was, still looking at her. His eyes dropped for just a moment, and she knew exactly what he saw. The soft curve of her cleavage was exposed, coupled with the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. So he could clearly see her pouting nipple and the shape of her firm breast.




Her skin prickled under his stare. She shifted slightly on the couch, and his mouth curved into a faint smile. It wasn't an innocent smile either. It was a slow, knowing smile. Like he was already picturing things he shouldn't.




Her father came back holding a file. "Have this."




Luca took it, but his eyes didn't leave hers for some moments. Even as he turned to speak to her father, she could see the edge of a smirk tugging at his lips.




"Thank you. I will work on it." He said to the dad. His gaze flicked back to her, and her breath caught in her chest.




Her father walked him to the door, talking about arranging the second contract paper. Stacey stayed seated, but she was watching them. Luca stepped outside, then glanced back one last time. Just a quick look. But it landed on her chest before it rose to her eyes. Then he was gone.




The door closed, and the house felt too quiet. She leaned back into the couch and tried to focus on the TV, but her mind kept replaying the way her father's handsome friend looked at her. It wasn't just a casual glance. He was staring at her chest like he wanted to peel her clothes off with his eyes.




She imagined what he would do to them if she let it out for him. She was sure he wouldn't only stare; he would definitely want to fondle and suck them. She pictured those fresh pink lips brushing over her breast before softly sucking at her nipples. She crossed one leg over the other, pressing her thighs together, trying to ignore the heat pooling there.




He was exactly her type of man. He was tall enough to make her tilt her chin up when he stood close. Broad enough to make her feel small in comparison. And those eyes... They weren't just sexy; they looked hungry. Hungry to feed on her. She bit her lower lip, remembering how his gaze dipped lower when she leaned back. 




Her father walked back into the room. "He's a nice guy. A very good friend." he said picking up a card from the center table.




"Yeah," she replied, keeping her voice casual even though her heart was still racing. "Seems nice."




But deep down, "Nice" was not the word she actually wanted to use. Nice didn't cover the way her body had reacted the moment his eyes found hers. Nice didn't explain why her nipples had tightened under her shirt just from the way he smiled and said hey. She wondered what he was doing now. Whether he was thinking about her as well. Her dad had left to his room.




Her mind went back to that smile. That slow curl of his lips that says he's already imagined what her moans would sound like.




The thought made her thighs squeeze together again. She let out a soft sigh, staring at the ceiling. She could picture it so clearly. His hands sliding up her bare sides. His lips parting just before they took hers in a rough, hungry kiss.




She wondered what it would be like to taste him. And she also wondered if he'd felt the same spark she had. That first glance, the one that lasted a second too long. No man stares like that without wanting something.




She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the thought. If he'd stayed a little longer, maybe she could've found a reason to be alone with him. Just a minute. Just enough time to see if that smile would turn into a touch.




Her lips curled into a faint grin. She wanted him. She wanted to meet him privately, and hear him say exactly why he was staring at her that way. 

The next time he came, he ate with them. That day, Stacey took her time in the kitchen to make sure she prepared a delicious meal to impress him.



She felt a butterfly in her chest when he smiled and said he loved the meal. She was very happy. The only sad part was that he always came with her dad. She couldn't wait for a day they would be all alone.



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A few days later, Stacey was busy with her phone when her father knocked on her door.



"Come in." She answered weakly and he pushed the door open. He entered, and Stacey turned to his direction.



"Get ready. We're going to the beach. Private one."



"Private beach?" She asked. It's been a long time since they visited the beach. And they always visit the public beach.



"Yes, we are going with Luca." He answered, and her eyes widened instantly at the mention of his friend's name. A name that sends shivers down her spine.

"Luca?" she asked.


"Yeah," her dad said. "He booked it for all of us."



"That's nice," she said, trying to sound casual, but her chest felt warm with excitement.



As soon as he walked away, she threw the blanket off in excitement and got up. She brushed her teeth and took a warm bath. After taking her bath and drying her body with her towel, she moved to her wardrobe.


She pulled out her bikini and wore it. She checked herself in the mirror, tilting her hips and adjusting the straps. The bikinis covered her ass and breast well enough for decency. She then wore a top and trousers to cover it up.



She quickly applied a touch of gloss on her lips, just enough to make them shine.



When she stepped out, her father was already at the door with sunglasses in his left hand.



"Are you ready?" he asked.



"Yeah."



The drive took about forty minutes. Her dad kept talking, but her mind was never with him. She was thinking about Luca. When they pulled up to the luxury hotel, then to the private beach entrance, which was at the back of the hotel, she spotted Luca leaning against a costly car, waiting for them.



Stacey was surprised. Does he have a Rolls Royce?? Was her father's friend a rich man? She wanted to ask her father, but they were already close to Luca. So she swallowed the question. She will find out soon.



"Morning," Luca greeted with his cute smile as usual.



"Hey," Stacey said, feeling her cheeks warm.



Her dad gave him a friendly pat on the back. "You are early."



"As always," Luca said, and looked at Stacey. "How are you doing?"



She smiled faintly. "I'm fine."



"Let's go." He said, leading the way with his hands in his pockets. The waves were calm, and the sky was bright and cloudless.



"Perfect day," her father said, setting their bags down when they got under a large umbrella.



"Couldn't have picked better," Luca replied. They removed their clothes, leaving their swim trunks. Stacey's father left first, leaving Luca behind.



Stacey pulled her top off and pulled her trousers down, pretending not to notice Luca's gaze over her from the back. She could tell he was looking at her ass from the back. And yes, he was staring at her beautiful ass.



"Water's calling," she said, heading toward the shoreline. Luca joined her, walking beside her. "You swim often?" he asked.



"Not really," she replied. "But I like it when it's quiet like this."



"That's why I picked this place," he said. "I don't want to deal with crowds."



They reached the water and dove in. The coolness wrapped around her, a relief against the sun. She surfaced, brushing her wet hair back, catching Luca's eyes on her again.



"You're good at swimming," he said, and she laughed softly. "You haven't seen enough to say that."



"I've seen enough to know you look good doing it." He murmured in a low voice that her father, who was a few feet away, wouldn't hear.



She felt heat bloom in her stomach, even though the water was cold.



They swam for almost an hour, sometimes in groups, sometimes drifting apart. When they finally came back to shore, she reached for her phone and turned to Luca.



"Snap me," she said, handling the phone with him. He smiled and took the phone.



He stepped back to take a perfect shot. "Look over your shoulder," he instructed.



She turned slightly, giving him the view he wanted. The sun was hitting her skin in all the right places.



"Good," he said. "Now look away from the camera. Let it look like it was taken unaware. Keep those smiles."



She did as told. He opened his own phone camera and took some pictures before taking more with her phone, then handed the phone back.



"Thank you very much," she said.



"No problem," he replied. Then, as she turned to look through the photos, he took a perfect picture of her ass. By the time she turned back, he was slipping his own phone into his pocket.



She tilted her head. "Did you just-?"



"No, I received a message." He replied with unreadable facial expressions.



Her father yelled from the other side. "Time to leave."



"Right," Luca said.



They dried off and changed into dry underwear in the changing room, then wore their clothes.



In the parking lot, her father headed toward his car while Luca opened the door to the sleek, jet-black Rolls Royce parked a few spaces away.



Stacey stopped in her tracks. "This is yours?"



Luca glanced at her with a small grin. "Yeah." She couldn't help the little whistle that left her lips. "Impressive."



Her father called out, "Stacey, let's go."



She nodded and walked toward their car and slipped into the passenger seat. As they drove off, she turned her head just in time to see Luca pulling out in the Rolls Royce.



Her father chatted about the beach day, but Stacey barely heard him. Her mind was on Luca, thinking about the way he looked at her and the pictures he took. She also suspected he actually took a picture of her.



By the time they got home, she knew one thing for sure. She wanted to see him again. And next time, she didn't want her father there.

A few days later, Stacey had just finished doing the laundry and was relaxing in her room, pressing her phone. Her arms felt heavy, and she was about to take her bath and sleep.




From the living room, she heard her father's voice. "Stacey!"




She groaned in frustration. "What now?" she muttered under her breath, forcing herself up.




She walked out, feigning weakness. "Yeah, Dad? What is it?"




"I need you to run an errand for me," he said, holding a small box in his hand.




Her face fell instantly. "Dad... seriously? I just finished the laundry. My back is killing me. Can't it wait?"




"This won't take long," he replied. "Just a quick drop-off."




She frowned. "To where?"




"To Luca."




Her heartbeat gave a little jump before she could stop it. "Luca?" she asked, trying to sound casual.




"Yeah," her father said, setting the box on the table. "It's something he asked me to pass to him. I can't leave right now, so I want you to help me and take it over. But since you are tired, you can leave it. I understand. I will go later myself."




Her tiredness evaporated almost instantly. She straightened up, brushing her hair back. "Well... I guess I can go," she said slowly.




Her dad raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were too tired?"




She shrugged lightly. "I mean... Luca's been nice to us. It's not a big deal."




Inside, her thoughts were spinning. This was exactly the opportunity she'd been waiting for. Moment where her father wasn't watching, just her and him.




"Alright," her father said, scribbling the address on a slip of paper. "Don't take too long, okay?"




"I know," she said with a small smile, taking the paper.




He handed her the package. "And don't forget to be polite to him."




Her lips curved in a way her father didn't notice. "Trust me, Dad. I know."




She carried the box back to her room and closed the door behind her. Setting it on her desk, she leaned against the bedpost for a second, thinking.




If she was going to see Luca, she needed to take her bath and look good. It won't be a dress that screams, "I dressed up for you." Just a dress that is enough to make him look at her twice.




She took a quick bath, dried herself, and opened her wardrobe. She scanned through her clothes before pulling out a fitted clingy gown. It wasn't overtly sexy, but it hugged her curves in all the right ways. The soft fabric skimmed over her hips and stopped just above her knees.




She slipped it on, smoothing it down over her body. The neckline was modest, but the shape made it impossible not to notice her figure.




In the mirror, she turned from side to side, checking the fit. "Hot enough," she murmured to herself.




  She applied a bit of lip gloss, just enough to give her mouth that soft shine Luca seemed to notice at the beach, and she was done.




She grabbed her small crossbody bag, slid the package inside carefully, and took one last look at herself in the mirror.




A slow smile curved her lips. This wasn't just an errand. She stepped out of her room, calling toward the living room. "I'm going now!"




Her father's voice came back, "Alright, Stace. Don't be long!"




"Sure," she replied, pulling the door closed behind her.




As she headed down the steps, her heart was already picking up speed. She was finally going to see him alone, and she wasn't planning on wasting the moment.