Sugar Daddies

by Celia Crown

  “D-Daddy,” I whisper with a slur for their attention, and the animalistic thrusts that yield my body to his command.

  Daddy seizes my hair in a tighter grip, bringing me down to his cock and saliva slathered messily at the base as it slides down to his full balls. Tight and full, I want to swallow his cum and feel the scalding heat roll down my throat in thick globs.

  I wrap my tiny hand around the massive girth to help with the parts that I can’t take anymore. It’s simply not possible for me to physically swallow his cock as a whole and be fine with it. I need a lot of coaxing to relax my throat, and he isn’t giving me time to adjust. It goes beyond my discomfort, but I brace myself and push back the aching in my jaw and slurp his cock like the good girl that he’s trying to get back. I work my hips back to Mr. Stephan’s hammering pace, taking him to the root while his pelvis slaps my butt.

  Whether it’s the slurping from Daddy’s cock or the squelching of my pussy trying to cling onto my other Daddy’s cock, those sounds echo the loudest in my ears.

  The growls from them and the thunderous roars of my blood aren’t enough to drown out the filthy messes that I’m making.

  A brief touch of kindness escapes from Daddy’s caress on my cheek. It’s a token for my hard work as he pats the trail of fresh tears rolling down quickly.

  I’m a fool for letting the kindness break through the apprehension that I feel as it turns into unease. Daddy taps my bottom lip with a finger, and I reel in the accomplishment that I made him feel good.

  It’s a short-lived phase.

  Daddy’s guiding my face down to his pelvic bone and the brutal stretch of my throat convulse with my quivering pussy. I choke in surprise; something greater than fear anchors in the pit of my belly as the ink on his skin rouse muffled cries.

  I’m going to cum soon, and both men know it. They simultaneously cease their movements, and Daddy yanks my head up. Strings of broken saliva hit my chest as he sets his lips into a sneer that coils fear in the pulse of my pussy. The awareness of having something so big inside me clouds my comprehension of the surrounding areas.

  I try to grind my hips back, but Mr. Stephan’s hands are iron bars caging my waist, and he’s not shy about his strength to show me who is in charge.

  “Did I say you can cum?” Daddy hisses, clenching his teeth in a snarl.

  I swallow the thickness in my mouth, wincing at the soreness of my throat from his malicious ministration.

  “N-no, Daddy,” I grunt softly, pain sizzling in my scalp with the implication of affection through Mr. Stephan’s hand running down my curved spine.

  “Good, you still remember your punishment,” Daddy purrs in satisfaction.

  He lets go of my hair, and they fall over my shoulders in a curtain of tangled waves. My exhausted body is weighted by bricks as I come tumbling down to the bed.

  Mr. Stephan resumes his pistons, forcing my walls to accommodate the stinging as my slit wants to suck the cum from his balls.

  “Fuck, you’re right,” Mr. Stephan hisses through clenched teeth, “She is tight.”

  My body perceives the small touches to my hair as a threat of being pulled again, so I instantly wrap my hands around his wet shaft and take him into my mouth again. Daddy smooths my hair, fingers deciding whether they want to become a punisher or the lover.

  I don’t think about it. I don’t pay much attention to their words, but I do try to make them cum first. My tongue rubs the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock to stop my teeth from scraping on his sensitive shaft, and my tiny pussy squeezes with the tension rolling off my body in suffocating waves as I coil my muscles around the steel-hardness of Mr. Stephan’s cock.

  I’m learning to multitask at the worst time possible.

  Well, there’s no good time to start, just the right time and now is the moment to harness my skill.

  “You trained her well, Max.”

  There are a raspy chuckle and a forceful thrust above me.

  “I should thank you for training her to be a filthy, little slut, just desperate for my cock to fill her,” it’s a tease on Mr. Stephan’s part; his tone says it all.

  Daddy growls, “I didn’t do it for you. She needs to be broken, and she was quite the mousy, little thing when I took her virginity.”

  “My heart is in tatters,” Mr. Stephan mocks as he pushes my spine down into a low curve, so my pussy is open for him to sink deeper.

  “Good,” Daddy deadpans, fingering strands of my hair as I half listen to them while splitting the other half of my attention into two different tasks.

  “You want to keep her to yourself, how greedy of you,” Mr. Stephan groans and the thickening of his cock catches at the tight opening of my slit.

  Heat pools and cum slides deliberately deep into my quivering pussy. The dying orgasm had just built itself up before it got diminished by the scalding hot spurts of thick cum filling my snug pussy. Some gush out from how much Mr. Stephan had given me, and I mentally thank him for it.

  I have the feeling of cum running out of my pussy. It’s dirty and primal in the sense that sex is raw with passionate emotions.

  I still haven’t had the chance to cum yet as Daddy plucks me from the bed. The slippery slide of Mr. Stephan’s cock opens my hole for his cum to pour out in torrents.

  I absentmindedly wonder if it’s humanly possible to cum this much, but then Daddy doesn’t lose in that department either. It’s as if they are constantly in competition with each other and it’s scarily sexy at how readily they are to one-up each other.

  “She does like me better,” Daddy says as he drops me on his big cock.

  It’s a good thing that Mr. Stephan had stretched me out, and the cum helps the friction, but it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. The pain comes from not being able to cum on multiple times and the puffiness is because Mr. Stephan had used me as his personal fuck-toy.

  “I’m not above having you killed,” my other Daddy replies with a snappy tone.

  I can’t see anything when Daddy has me on his lap. I’m facing the vanilla wall and the bed’s headboard. They don’t have my attention for long when Daddy starts to bring my hips down to match his hammering halfway. It’s a one-man effort, and I’m just enjoying the ride with weak limbs and sore butt.

  Daddy has no problem holding my weight with his two hands, spreading my cheeks as a display for dominance over Mr. Stephan. It’s a message for him that he can look, but he can’t touch, and Mr. Stephan isn’t someone who takes threats lightly.

  It’s a bad combination for two possessive men to compete over who wins at making me cry their names.

  They’re my Daddies. Favoritism is nonexistent in my mind as they both dominate my heart with vicious poisons of their love.

  I feel eyes on my stretched pussy. Daddy’s massive cock is fucking Mr. Stephan’s thick cum back inside and also messily smearing around the skin where we’re connected.

  It’s so dirty in every sense, and I can’t think of anything hotter than being the center of attention. The need to get on their good grace again comes back ten times stronger than before. I loop my arms around Daddy’s cock and rock to the tempo he has set.

  I want to put on a good show for Mr. Stephan, I want to be pretty in his eyes, and I want to see him holding back from fucking me to oblivion when I turn back around.

  A mantra of their title comes in broken moans and sobbing cries. The wanton swirl of my hips has sticky cum squishing around Daddy’s cock as it gives him leverage to pound his way into the depth of my tiny pussy.

  There is a low timber of seduction that spills from Daddy’s throat. It’s an outcome of the fracturing control he has when I clench down to feel the pulse of his cock.

  Even in the midst of my punishment, I’m still trying to get in trouble. I can’t help it. I’m addicted to this feeling and stopping me will require nothing short of isolation. As I attempt to build up the slow climb of my orgasm, Daddy’s pelvis helps as it traps my clit in a raw snare that drag
s the fiery nerve with every thrust.

  “You haven’t gotten the chance to feel how tight she is when she comes.”

  Daddy just has to force a reaction from Mr. Stephan, and it’s a successful one.

  A hand with splayed fingers on my back pushes me down with the top portion of Daddy’s shoulders stopping at the headboard. It looks like the same position when I read a book in bed.

  That’s not important because Mr. Stephan’s presence is not ignorable. He keeps my breasts molded to Daddy’s chest with one hand. The power behind it is evident by the weight that stills my fidgeting.

  It’s hard not to move when I have a big cock lodged inside.

  Then I feel it.

  Daddy holding my butt open, Mr. Stephan’s cock nudging my already filled hole as he presses down with the right amount of pressure to open a tiny opening. It’s the only space he needs to shove inside along Daddy’s still cock.

  It’s painful with a crashing searing heat the rips through my abused hole. My entire body stiffens, and the muscles are straining with tears flowing down as I sob in pain.

  I’m so full and so hurt by the sudden sting. It’s not a small prick, but it feels like I’m being torn in half and it’s frightening to know my body is already accepting the second cock with ease.

  It shouldn’t even be possible to take both of them in one hole, yet it’s somehow accomplished without my knowledge.

  Hands are smoothing down my shaking body and there’s a murmur of Daddy’s voice beside my ear, and neither man are much apologetic when they each press a kiss to my shoulders.

  I don’t blame them. It’s not in their nature to genuinely hurt me. Some part of them knows that I can handle what they give me; they are strategically planned because my body is yielding to the extra girth and sparks of immense pleasure nips at my clit.

  “I… it’s too much.” I try to make them wait just a bit longer for me to get used to them, but they aren’t patient when my hips are moving on their own.

  They find a rhythm that works, but not before they find their space to hold me without blocking each other.

  Daddy has his hands around my shoulders and my back while Mr. Stephan’s hand are back to the curve of my hips. I can’t believe I gave them full control over me. The helplessness doesn’t rub me the wrong way as it would make ordinary people cautious.

  I was never the one to be vigilant. I never developed that skill because Daddy is always there as a guardian and a lover.

  It was going to take a hell lot more to hurt me.

  With Mr. Stephan in the picture, no one can penetrate the walls of steel to get to me.

  They have physical strength, money, and status to form an army of bodyguards to protect me. I couldn’t even fathom the limitless money and time they have to build a fortress if they have an inclination that harm is on its way to touch me.

  “Please—” I gasp when one goes in, and the other pulls out.

  The tempo is quick and swift, but my pussy is constantly being filled with one of them. I can’t tell which cock belongs to who, and it feels too amazing to care about it.

  “I need—” I choke a broken moan, “Please let me cum!”

  Mr. Stephan intones, “I think she’s learned her lesson.”

  He pats my butt. It’s around the same spot where there is a bruise forming from Daddy’s spanking.

  “You won’t do that again, isn’t that right, little princess?”

  I squash down the need to plead for mercy, “Yeah, I’ll be good. I promise, just please let me cum. It hurts.”

  “It’s supposed to hurt,” Daddy comments crudely. He drags his cock up to push his vein onto the only spot that makes stars dance wildly in my eyes.

  I squeeze around his neck with a kiss to his strong jawline. The scruffy hair lights a trail of fire on my lips as I’m twice as sensitive than I generally am.

  It’s wishful thinking to have Daddy tell me that I can cum. He has the best controls that I have seen when he deals with work-related issues, and it hadn’t taken me long to understand that he is unreasonable in bed.

  I think he likes having me beg and be vulnerable in his hands.

  What a mean Daddy!

  “It’s okay, little princess. I say you can cum,” Mr. Stephan says. Maybe it’s to spite Daddy, but it works magic on my tired body.

  One approval sets everything spinning down, and I cum harder than I have ever experienced. Daddy shoves his cock deep in my quivering pussy with Mr. Stephan staying still in just as deep. It’s a powerful orgasm that wrecks my body as my juices drench their cocks.

  Every muscle in me is striving towards the finish line where I can finally rest, but it has to get through the tiny shards of my thoughts as I feel the strong beats of their cock swelling in size.

  The orgasm surges into a downward spin of shuddering aftermath as they crush my body with their wandering hands.

  Cum splashes and mixes to soil the inside of my walls. It’s running out of room to stay in so it leaks out to smear on the skin of everyone. I don’t mind the feeling of being used, and it’s reassuring to know that they are comfortable with each other to share this night with me.

  It’s too soon for my insecurities to laugh alongside with my doubts.

  I’ll worry about it tomorrow. I’m in love right now.

  Chapter Ten

  Pepper

  It starts with a trail of hot fingers and easy breaths, but it ends with a perfect curl of steaming hotness pouring from the sides of my shoulders.

  From an outside perspective, it would seem that I have a fever and I’m stewing in grossness. From what I remember, it’s a type of soreness that brings contentment to my heart as the bruises on my body dully throb.

  I whine softly, distracted by the stroking of a gentle hand through my hair.

  “It’s okay, little princess,” a voice calms my rising heart.

  I crank my head to the side and open one tired eye. It’s like peeling an uncooperative orange from its skin. My mouth is dry. The burning sensation in my throat burns the more I attempt to use my voice. The scarce moisture in my mouth grows steadily, and I refuse to make a face when I swallow it. It’s the only option I have since it’s virtually impossible to get a glass of water.

  Mr. Stephan looks amazing, and it’s not fair that he can look this beautiful in the unholy hours of the morning.

  He smells like fresh shampoo and cool mint. I shamelessly turn my face more to stuff my nose into the collar of his shirt.

  A dress shirt that has no crease or wrinkles in it. It’s an ironed shirt that only a professional can make that pristine. The chilled fabric hits my face, and I sigh as it contrasts with my heated body. The sense of déjà vu gnaws at me when I try to fall back asleep.

  Another hand runs down my hand with one finger curving to the shape of my spine. My shivers heighten as my eyes water with roughness grating the patches of my inner thighs.

  It’s when I know that there is something between my legs and it’s putting pressure on my tender pussy. My brows furrow involuntarily as I observe the scene with my body. Every part of my body gets an orderly trace with my consciousness to pinpoint the slight shift of position that manages to scrape my sensitive folds with the coarseness of a piece of fabric.

  I reach a hand down on the protruding knee that’s wedged between my thighs from behind me. I open my eyes and grumpily pouts at the lack of sleep that I’m getting from the long-suffering night.

  The oxygen sweeps across my lips, tears collecting in the lines of my lashes as I nudge the knee away. It comes back with twice the vigor, and it put pressure that lunges my lungs into my ribs as I shakily inhale.

  Wiggling and mewling quietly to Mr. Stephan, I hope he understands what I need and gets the leg away from my aching pussy. It has to be Daddy behind me. Only he would be this inconsiderate of the soreness he and Mr. Stephan inflicted for the sole purpose of punishing me.

  He’s so mean to me, and the drag of Mr. Stephan’s hand in my ha
ir helps the grumpy, little girl in me. The acceptance of two men vying for my attention through different strokes of their hand helps the unsettling feeling in my tummy; whether it is from last night or the uncertainty about today’s event. I’m feeling queasy, and I don’t like the feeling of it.

  It’s as if I have no control over my body; though Mr. Stephan and Daddy will always have definite control over me, this is different. It’s divided in half by two men that would ruin me if one of them leaves.

  Maybe I’m overreacting a bit.

  Daddy did say I have an overactive imagination.

  If I don’t bring it up, then they probably won’t mind the giant elephant in the room.

  “Time…” I murmur into the shirt.

  Daddy’s hand that was running up my spine curls a prevalence of something dangerous in the back of my neck. The unspoken gesture screams his role in my life, and I’m brought back to the potential outcomes when I leave the bed.

  This is too much stress in the morning.

  “Eight,” Mr. Stephan rasps huskily.

  Yes, it’s too early for me to be sulking because of my future. I shouldn’t even be awake right now, let alone making life decisions that will affect me through the possibility of my judgment.

  Or lack thereof.

  Any choice I make is a bad one. It’s foolish of me to try to shoulder this problem by myself when I have two colossal men with shoulders wider than the Great Wall of China.

  “I think I’m sick,” I drawl and the cough enhances the discomfort in my body.

  “Do you make a habit of letting her lie?” Mr. Stephan’s light accusation goes over my head.

  Daddy’s hand rips a whine from my throat when he fists my hair at the base of my skull. “She’s never this rebellious before. You’re the bad influence here.”

  “He’s not, Daddy,” I say, albeit muffled and unintelligible in the crook of Mr. Stephan’s neck.