Chapter 4 - Chapter 4: Daddy’s Weekend Visit

The weekend arrived like a secret storm. Friday night bled into Saturday, and Lila's private dorm in Horizon Tower felt heavier, charged with the kind of silence that only came when she knew he was coming. She had spent the afternoon in her sapphire persona—golden-blonde hair loose and wild down her back, sapphire-blue eyes already burning behind fresh contacts. No emerald mask tonight. Not for him. Never for him.The room smelled of her vanilla-jasmine lotion mixed with the faint metallic tang of the cheap wine she'd sipped earlier to steady her nerves. The bed—queen-sized, soft memory-foam mattress Ethan had proudly bought her with his part-time job money—sat in the center like an altar. Fresh navy sheets she'd changed that morning now waited, crisp and innocent. She stood in front of the full-length mirror wearing nothing but a tiny white lace thong that barely covered her shaved pussy and a sheer black babydoll top that clung to her heavy breasts, nipples already stiff and dark against the fabric.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. A single text from Victor: Open the service door. Five minutes.Lila's heart slammed against her ribs. She padded barefoot across the cool hardwood, the thong riding up between her plump ass cheeks with every step. The service stairwell door at the end of the hall clicked open with the spare key she'd left taped under the fire extinguisher. Cool night air rushed in, carrying the distant scent of rain and campus bonfires.Then he was there.Victor Voss stepped inside like he owned the place—six-foot-two of ruined muscle gone soft with years of drinking and gambling. His cheap leather jacket reeked of stale cigarette smoke, cheap whiskey, and the sour sweat of a man who hadn't showered since yesterday. Graying stubble scratched his jaw. Bloodshot eyes—once the same sapphire as hers—locked onto her blonde hair and barely-covered body. A cruel, familiar smirk twisted his mouth."There's my little cum dump," he growled, voice rough as gravel. The door shut behind him with a heavy click. He didn't bother with pleasantries. His big, calloused hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of her golden hair and yanking her head back. "Look at you. Still pretending to be that perfect little president for your pathetic boyfriend all day, then dressing up like the whore I made you."Lila gasped, the sharp pull on her scalp sending a hot bolt straight to her clit. Her sapphire eyes fluttered, already glazing with that broken hunger only he could trigger. "Daddy… I missed you," she breathed, voice trembling with need. "I've been wet all day thinking about you coming to use me."Victor's laugh was low and dirty. He shoved her backward toward the bed, the one Ethan had spent three weekends saving up for. "That average little prick still can't fuck you right, huh? Still leaking for real cock?" His free hand yanked the babydoll top up, exposing her tits. Rough fingers pinched one nipple hard, twisting until she whimpered. The pain bloomed sweet and familiar.He pushed her down onto the mattress. The sheets smelled faintly of Ethan's cologne from last night—clean, safe, boring. Victor's weight crushed her as he climbed on top, knees forcing her thighs wide. His belt buckle clinked open. The thick, heavy cock he pulled out was already rock-hard, veined, and leaking precum at the tip—bigger than Ethan's, meaner, the same one that had ruined her at sixteen."Remember the first time?" he snarled, rubbing the fat head up and down her soaked slit, teasing her swollen clit. "You cried so pretty when I split this tight little cunt open. Begged me to stop. Now look at you—dripping like a bitch in heat."Lila moaned loudly, hips bucking up desperately. The memory flashed vivid: the living room couch, her father's drunken weight pinning her, the brutal stretch as he forced every inch inside her virgin pussy while she sobbed. The shame. The first unwanted orgasm. The way her body had betrayed her forever."Please, Daddy," she begged, sapphire eyes wide and glassy. "Fuck me raw. Use your cum dump. I need it so bad—"Victor thrust in with one savage stroke, burying himself to the balls. The wet, obscene squelch filled the room. Lila cried out, back arching, nails clawing at his shoulders through the jacket. He was thick, stretching her walls to their limit, the head battering her cervix with every brutal pump."That's it," he grunted, hips slamming forward in a punishing rhythm. The bed creaked loudly—Ethan's bed—headboard knocking the wall. "Take Daddy's cock like the broken slut you are." His sweat dripped onto her tits. The smell of him—whiskey, smoke, pure male musk—flooded her senses, making her pussy clench greedily around him.Lila's moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure. "Harder—fuck me harder, Daddy! Ruin me!" Her golden-blonde hair spilled across the pillow like a halo of sin. Every thrust sent wet, filthy sounds echoing—skin slapping skin, her juices coating his shaft, the slick sound of him churning Ethan's leftover cum from the night before into frothy white rings around the base of his cock.Victor grabbed her throat, squeezing just enough to make her vision spark. "You still tell that loser you love him? While I'm balls-deep in the pussy he thinks is his?" He laughed darkly, pounding faster, the bed shaking. "Tell me the truth, cum dump. Whose cunt is this?""Yours!" Lila wailed, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his lower back. "It's always been yours, Daddy! Ethan's just… just practice!" Her sapphire eyes rolled back as the orgasm crashed through her—harder than anything Ethan had ever given her. She squirted around his cock, soaking the sheets, body convulsing.Victor didn't slow. He fucked her through it, grunting like an animal, until his rhythm stuttered. "Gonna fill you up," he snarled, burying himself deep. "Gonna pump my little girl so full she'll be leaking me all day tomorrow while she kisses her boyfriend."Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded her. She felt every pulse—warm, heavy, claiming. He kept thrusting through his release, milking every drop, until it overflowed and dripped down the crack of her ass onto Ethan's expensive mattress.Victor finally collapsed on top of her, breathing ragged, cock still twitching inside her flooded pussy. He kissed her roughly, tongue invading her mouth with the taste of whiskey and cigarettes."Good girl," he muttered against her lips. "Same time next weekend. And if you even think about stopping… I'll make sure that average boyfriend of yours gets a nice video of you screaming 'Daddy' while I breed you."Lila lay there panting, sapphire eyes half-lidded in sated, shameful bliss. Cum leaked steadily from her stretched hole onto the sheets. She stroked his hair almost tenderly, whispering, "I won't stop… I can't."Victor pulled out with a wet pop, zipped up, and left without another word, the service door clicking shut behind him.Alone, Lila stared at the ceiling, body still trembling, the scent of her father's cum thick in the air. She touched the mess between her thighs, fingers coming away sticky and white. A single tear slipped from one sapphire eye.Then she smiled—slow, broken, addicted.Tomorrow she would put the black wig and emerald contacts back on. Tomorrow she would smile at Ethan like nothing happened.Tonight, she was exactly what her father had made her.