Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  Denise was no longer in between her legs and was sitting and watching. Chrissy was now able to lift up higher with her torso with no face to line up with underneath and began to take more of Robert inside. Slowly she took in more and more. At one point, her hand moved away from the shaft as it was in the way and that's when Robert understood that he was about to be deepthroated for the first time in his life. Just as Chrissy was getting very close to resting her lips on the base of his shaft, Denise stood up and walked around in front of him.

  Kneeling on the floor he realized that she wanted access to him also. Robert spread his legs and Denise moved up right in between them. Without any words being spoken, she leaned in and started to lick his balls. Robert spread his legs as wide as he could and Denise rewarded that move by taking on of his balls in her mouth and sucking on it. Chrissy pulled up off his shaft and Denise then went for it herself. If Chrissy was almost able to deepthroat him, Denise could do it and then some. Her mouth plunged right down to the base and Robert felt her tongue massaging his shaft inside of her mouth.

  Robert wasn't sure how long he could last with this newfound pleasure being offered by these two sexy mature women. Denise answered the unspoken question by pulling up off of him completely and telling Chrissy that she thought he was hard and wet enough for some more fucking. Robert secretly did not want the double oral attention to stop but of course nothing in this situation was up to him. Denise turned from her position on the floor and bent over away from where Robert and Chrissy sat.

  The only thing more shocking than the sight of his second female professor's bare ass was the royal blue butt plug that was wedged inside of her. She slowly pulled it out revealing a puckered ass and told Robert that she was ready to be fucked. Chrissy pulled off from Robert allowing him to get off the couch and down onto the floor. He held his fully erect cock in his hand and guided it to the well-lubed entrance to Denise's ass. His cock slid in very easily thanks to the thick buttplug that he was replacing. It took much less time than he expected before he was able to start a slow and steady rhythm into her. She grunted every time he pushed in and took an audible breath every time he pulled back.

  The thought of cumming inside his first ever ass started to enter Robert's mind. He'd never had anal sex before and now he was having it with one of the last people on the earth that he would have considered. It was right around that moment that Chrissy came off the couch down beside Denise and also got down on her hands and knees mirroring Denise with her own ass up in the air. Chrissy spoke for one of the first times but instead of speaking to Robert she clearly asked Denise if it was alright if Robert fucked her too. Denise managed to blurt out between grunts and moans to Robert that she wanted him to fuck both of them.

  Robert slowly pulled out of Denise and shifted over behind Chrissy. It was amazing how much sexier her body shape and ass were when compared side-by-side to Denise. Her ass was still moist from the strap-on that stretched her earlier. He slid in, but not quite as easily as he had in Denise so he really took his time. During this, he noticed that Chrissy had reached over and was fingering Denise's ass, keeping her involved in the fun. Soon enough Robert built up a rhythm in Chrissy and by the time he was going in and out of her with ease, he switched back to Denise.

  From that moment on, he switched so that he had been each one five or six times. Every time he switched, the ass of the lady he was not inside of was quickly filled by the finger of the other. In Chrissy's case, Denise started to use 2, and then 3 fingers on hers. Chrissy only ever slid one finger inside Denise though. Robert wondered just how many times these two had been together. They seemed so clear about their roles and their desires that so few words were needed to get each of them just what they wanted. After one of the times that Robert pulled out of Denise, instead of staying on the floor waiting for him to resume, she reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube that was nearby by the foot of the couch.

  She squirted a healthy amount into her hand and rubbed some on her dildo and rubbed the rest into Robert's ass. Robert suddenly realized what her plan was when she stood and got in behind him. Robert paused his own anal sex as he felt Denise rub more lube into his ass and then ever so slowly started to work the tip of the cock into him.

  Robert had never taken a real cock back there before, but he did have a few experiences with dildos and fingers so the feeling was oddly familiar. The lube was thick and he found it easy to let her slide right in. With a little thud both Denise and Robert realized that she was all of the way inside. Naturally Denise had to say something about how easily the little kiss ass could take a cock. Robert had resumed fucking Chrissy's ass at that point and the three of them were connected with Robert in the middle.

  Robert had never taken such constant pleasure back there during his solo ass play, but something about the constant rhythm of the lubed hard cock from Denise was driving him wild. He matched her pace with a slight delay in fucking Chrissy's ass. She was letting out full on moans likely for the same reason that Robert was feeling so good. Denise must have known that Robert was getting close because she leaned in his ear and told him to say when he was going to cum because she didn't want to waste it. Robert knew that Denise liked licking it from Chrissy so he expected that she was getting ready for more of the same.

  With ten final thrusts Robert started to feel a strong urgent orgasm building deep inside. He moaned out that he was going to cum and Denise acted quickly telling Chrissy to lie down in front of him. Chrissy obeyed immediately and Denise told him to cum all over her breasts. Robert did exactly as he was told stroking three times before the first spurts of cum shot out from him. With Denise still working his ass on the inside Robert noticed how much more pressure and force his cum launched from inside of him. He literally coated Chrissy's breasts, her chest, and her neck with thick streams of hot white cum.

  As he finished his climax, Denise slowly pulled out of him and then told him that they were going to have to clean up the mess he'd just made. Robert looked on with dazed awe as Denise moved to the other side of Chrissy and began to slowly lick his cum off her bare breasts. Chrissy's nipples went totally hard instantly.

  Over and over Denise licked the cum off of Denise. At one point she paused licking and gave Chrissy another one of those beautiful open mouth kisses like the one in the elevator earlier. After the kiss was over Denise pointed out that Robert's half was still all dirty and that he had better get moving. Robert hesitated as he was still in post-climax and had never really had any urge to taste his own milky seed. Denise insisted that he clean up his mess and so Robert bent down and started to lick up his own cum.

  It had a strange taste, almost a bit bitter but at the same time tasted of pure sex. Having to lick it off this mature sexy woman wasn't the worst thing in the world. She was watching him clean her off and so he decided to lean in and give her a deep kiss. Her mouth was just as sexy on his as it had been on his other body parts earlier. She was very good with her mouth. When the kiss ended he realized that Denise had been watching. She took a hold of his head and leaned in, kissing him. Her mouth was full of cum and it trickled into his mouth during their kiss.

  Once Chrissy was all cleaned up, the ladies started to dress so Robert followed suit. It was an amazing transformation to see these two women switch back to their normal selves. It was as if nothing of the past half and hour had just happened. Robert could still taste his cum on his breath and knew the other two were probably in the same position, yet the two chatted about dinner plans and getting together on the weekend with their families.

  Just as Robert was about to leave he decided it was awkward yet still the right thing to thank the ladies for the whole thesis thing if not for the mind-blowing sex they just had. The ladies told him it was really fun and that they would love to have some more fun again. For a brief second, sex crazed Denise came back and told Robert to try to be a better ass kisser going forward with her tongue making a tiny appearance between her teeth. What an amazing day it had been
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  The End.

  Pet's Doorstep Challenge

  You know, what happened that night was your own damned silly fault. If you hadn't have tried to be clever then you'd probably have just spent the evening kneeling naked by my side while we watched TV, but no, you decided to try your luck...

  It started while we were at the supermarket, buying food and supplies for a rare weekend together. Ten minutes walking the aisles and we had everything we'd need for 72 hours locked away from the world, when you put those plastic clothes pegs in the basket. It's not traditionally sexy, I know, but there it is – it was the clothes pegs that started it. I just started thinking about how the rubber on them would have a wonderful grip on your nipples, and how beautifully you'd squirm if I gently tugged on them.

  We were stood at the till when I held you from behind, my arm over your left shoulder so my hand settled on your right. I've always loved holding you like that. It feels and looks so loving, but we both know what it means. We are no longer a traditional couple – I am now your master and you are my plaything.

  I leant forward and spoke gently in your ear. "I want you to take off all your clothes before you unlock your front door. I don't care when you take your clothes off – you can do it right here for all I care – but if you are wearing a single stitch of fabric when you put your key in that door, there will be trouble. Do you understand me?" The tiny nod of your head and the quickening of your breathing was all I needed as answer.

  It took about an hour to drive back to yours, and it was fully dark when we finally pulled into the parking area behind your house. I wish I knew if you were excited or scared, but you'd grown increasingly quiet as we'd got closer to our destination. I know my heart was racing and my cock was swelling at the thought of your bare flesh.

  To a guy who grew up surrounded by fields, the flat you had back then was like a fortress – 20 blocks of flats in a square with a lone archway leading to the carpark and communal garden within. Each block contained just three flats, one on each of its three floors. At this time of night, the only light in the courtyard came from the flickering of TVs in windows and the second hand glow of the street-lights outside the fortress.

  That night, as we got out of the car, one of your distant neighbours started the climb to their door, the light from their stairwell flooding out through the glass walls to the front and back. And that was why I was so looking forward to your little challenge. I knew that you had a choice to make – you could climb the stairs in the dark, strip and fumble for the door lock, or you could press the switch that would give you just under five minutes of light to climb the stairs and find the lock, but which would mean your naked body would be on display at the top of this pillar of light.

  I'll admit that my heart sank a little when we started climbing the stairs in the dark, the open metal bannisters guiding us, until we reached your door. There, you paused for a moment, before clicking the light, keying the lock, and walking through. This wasn't the plan.

  You busied yourself putting the shopping away while I watched and pondered your punishment. As a child I was always taught that the punishment should fit the crime, and I've always tried to use the same logic when you've broken a rule or not done as you were told.

  You'd put the pegs in the drawer and were just dropping the wrapper in the bin when I stepped up behind you and brought my arm back round your neck – higher than earlier, more aggressive, dominant and controlling, your windpipe nestled in the crook of my elbow. You yelped as my hand came down on the back of your thin summer trousers with a satisfying slap.

  "I told you," I whispered, "that if you were still clothed when you opened that door, you'd be punished. Did you forget?"

  "No sir" came your reply. "I didn't forget. But I had hoped that you had."

  This early in one of our rare weekends together, I might actually have let you off if you'd forgotten. I might have forgiven you if you'd told me that you too scared. But you'd gambled that I'd forgotten; tried to play me, as your master, for a fool. And you'd said so with a smile on your face that said that you thought you were being clever.

  I grabbed your top and pulled it up, switching to a simple hand on your neck as I pulled it over your head. My hands, large as they are, controlling you without restricting your breathing, a gentle shift in pressure directing what little movements I wanted from you.

  I turned you to face me, and had you step backwards until you were pinned against the kitchen counter. I kissed you gently while my free hand unclasped your bra. I stepped back gain and watched your breasts relax as the lacy material fell to the floor.

  Your trousers soon followed, and you stepped out of them clumsily, your heels resisting against the fabric.

  I kissed you briefly on the lips.

  "Are you going to behave?"

  You nodded, and I removed my hand from your throat. I picked up your trousers and removed the thin strip of linen that posed as a belt. I turned you around and tied your wrists behind your back before reaching past you for the sharpest knife in the rack.

  I love this moment. It must have cost me a fortune in shopping trips over the years, but I so love that gasp you give as I slide the flat of the knife down your hip and under the fabric of your underwear. A gentle pull and the fabric slices in two. A repeat on the other side, and your last item of clothing is laying in tatters on the floor. I'd not bound your ankles, so there was no need for it, but it's a moment I love none the less.

  I turned you so you were facing me again. You were excited but I could tell that you were also a little scared. You could see that I had a plan.

  I opened the drawer and removed two of the clothes pegs. Your eyes went wide and you gasped as the first attached itself to your left nipple. I muttered something under my breath, and flicked the peg, watching you bite at your lip as the peg waved back and forth. You knew better than to say anything now and braced yourself as the second peg gripped onto your right nipple.

  I remember noticing that your pegs were the same colour as your shoes and wondering idly if that made it an outfit.

  Naked but for your heels and the scrap of fabric round your wrists, I looked you up and down eagerly. I'll never tired of the sight of your body – especially if it's shivering slightly with excitement and nervousness.

  I placed my hand across your mouth and asked you if you were going to do as you were told. You nodded gently and uttered a muffled "yes master" against my hand. "In that case, my pet, I don't want to hear a word from your lips until I give you permission. Do you understand?" You nodded again, this time in silence.

  Slowly, I traced my hand long your jaw and down your neck, across your collar bone and under your right breast before trailing my fingertips across your belly towards your crotch. I felt the momentary pause in your breathing as you anticipated my touch between your legs, but I stopped short, using my thumb and forefinger to grasp a hold of the longest of your neatly trimmed pubic hairs. With a gentle tug, I urged you to follow me as I walked across the kitchen and over to the front door.

  With a click, the door opened, and I dragged you out onto the cool, dark landing, barely six feet square. I twisted you around and pushed you towards the guard rail, pinned you to it so the hand rail pushed into your stomach and your naked buttocks pushed back into my crotch. I brought my left hand back up under your chin, forcing your head up.

  "All you had to do was strip for me out here, my pet. You'd have been naked in the darkness for seconds. Instead, you disobeyed me. Pets that disobey their masters need to be punished, don't they?" You nodded, warily as my right hand snaked past your hip and rested on your pubic mound. "Instead of spending seconds out here, you're going to stay out here until you come for me. I don't care who sees you or how long it takes. You're going to do as you are fucking well told for once."

  I leant into you, forcing your torso out over the railing so your breasts hung out over the entrance lobby 2 floors below, and pushed my right hand roughly towards your clit.

/>   You groaned as I first rubbed against the nub of your clit, and I squeezed gently at your throat to remind you to be quiet. I dipped my middle finger further, skirting the very edges of your pussy, soaking my finger and bringing the moisture back up to lubricate your clit.

  Every woman is different, and every clit enjoys different treatment. I've spent enough time teasing yours to know exactly what gets you boiling. It's the combination of touches and squeezes, rubs and pinches, attention and restraint in just the right way that can make you cum exactly when I want you to. And I didn't want you to. Not just yet.

  You were soon desperate to come, both from excitement and to end your embarrassment, but I teased you there, letting you get close, and then backing off in just the right way to pull you back ever so slightly. My left hand dropped to your chest and I stroked and cupped your soft flesh with my palm while my thumb gently teased at the peg.

  As you became more and more desperate to come, you started pushing harder back into my groin. I decided your torment had lasted long enough, and I started building you up to your now well deserved orgasm. I led you towards it slowly and steadily, taking each little movement as a guide in how to treat or abuse your clitoris, never venturing further between your lips than absolutely necessary.

  I felt you stiffen moments before your orgasm finally broke, and I grabbed you tight, holding you immobile as you ground yourself against my fingers and my crotch.

  I would have ended your punishment then. I really would. I told you that you were stood there in public until you came, and you did. But as your orgasm rolled to an end like distant thunder, you grabbed at my cock with your tied hands.

  I brought my hand up to your throat and pulled you close to me.