Dirty Daddies: 2020 Anniversary Anthology

by Maren Smith

  I chuckled as I felt his smile against mine. “Same here. Thank you for trusting me with your body.”

  “I didn't have many worries. You're the first to see me naked.”

  “I know, but I wanted to make sure you knew how important I took your decision.” I slowly moved to secure the base of the condom and slipped from him. He was red and swollen from my loving. I gave him a few more pumps with my fingers, his inner muscles still contracting.

  He was sprawled on my bed, his legs still wide as I left him to go clean up, then bring back a rag for him. When I returned to him, I tenderly cleaned him and smugly grinned as he gave a few rubs against the rag. I draped the cloth over the side of the wastebasket and crawled back into bed. He found a spot against my side, cuddling in close, and I laced our fingers where our hands rested on my chest. My free hand stroked along his ribs, over his hips, and to his thigh repeatedly as he nuzzled and kissed my chest. I brushed my lips to his forehead, then buried my nose in his hair that smelled of shampoo and a slight tang of sweat. Scents of sex surrounding us.

  I enjoyed the silence of us savoring each other's presence. There was no need for words because we'd said all we needed to for the time being. He'd be there in the morning, and we'd have our weekend, Daddy and baby boy, Anderson and Whisper. I needed to thank Bell for introducing us; he deserved something for bringing my boy to me.

  Chapter Seven

  Whisper

  I woke up to a text from Anderson telling me he missed me and saying he was sorry we couldn't talk. He'd been called out of town on an emergency trip, but every night he called to read me a story and ended it with some phone sex. I laughed when he told me he couldn't sleep without hearing me get off for him at least once. I loved the sex. But it wasn't all about that.

  It had only been a month. I'd only missed staying at his house for one weekend because Bell went full-on pout at Anderson stealing his best friend. I'd relented and gone to the club with strict rules to behave myself. He had nothing to worry about. Yes, he was older, but I loved everything about him from his gravelly voice to his hairy belly. I missed not rubbing his belly to go to sleep like he was my security blanket.

  He'd laughed when I told him that during one of our bedtime phone calls. I stretched and sighed as my back popped. It was the weekend, and I had nothing planned since he was out of town, but I did have to get groceries. Both of us had depleted my frozen meals supply. He was done with work, but his flight wasn't scheduled until the next day.

  Part of my brain was screaming at me that the relationship was happening too fast. That a matter of weeks wasn't enough to get attached. I wasn't going to say it was love at first sight. He made me feel safe. He pampered my Little as much as he did me. There were play and romantic dates in equal measure. Weekends were all for us. A day didn't go by that we didn't at least talk at night.

  I knew he worried whenever his job called him away, but I'd grown up in a family where a summons from work could mean months apart. He spent every second he could with me. My Little was a bit of an asshole about it, but that's just because my man-sized teddy bear wasn't there to rub on. Big me went with the flow.

  I rolled my naked body out of bed and went to grab a quick shower before getting all the chores and errands I'd neglected out of the way. I turned on the water and let it heat while I used the toilet and then brushed my teeth. The shower was scalding perfection, and I laughed to myself at his complaints when we showered together.

  After washing my hair, which needed a trim, I soaped a rag and washed from top to bottom. I'd always had a complicated self-love relationship with my body. Before I found out why I felt awkward, I'd enjoyed masturbation for quick release and nothing more. With a partner, I could step outside my body and allow someone else to take control. I smoothed my hands down my flat chest, felt the difference between skin and scar tissues, and then over my belly. My clit peeked out an inch between my plump pussy lips. I stroked the length of it between my middle and index fingers, and I gasped as I threw my head back.

  I loved my body, what it did for me. I stroked faster, wanting the release without my man there to suck me off, but also missing him. I loved it when he pushed my slit apart, sucked the few inches between his lips, and shallowly sucked on and off. I could almost feel his eyes on me, watching me as he brought me to the edge repeatedly before letting me have my reward.

  I clenched hard, my breathing increased and my movements rougher until I muffled a moan by biting my lip. I loved morning orgasms by myself or not. I rolled my long clit with my fingers until I couldn't take it anymore. After washing between my legs again, I got out of the shower. Lingering wasn't on my mind. I needed a distraction.

  My home still felt comfortable for its lack of chaos and movement. Although, that didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy my stays with him. Every day it became harder to get by with a phone call or two, but we both had stressful jobs. Our time to decompress needed to be respected.

  I nearly jumped out of my skin when I walked into my kitchen to find Bell with his head in my fridge.

  “Took you long enough.”

  “How the hell do you still have my key?”

  “Please, I made a copy, and also, it would help if you set your alarm. Should I tell Daddy you forgot?”

  “Asshole. What do you want besides to raid my fridge?”

  “Raid your fridge? The condiments are even expired. Spending all your time at Daddy Anderson's place? Getting serious?” he asked, as he rested his chin on the opened door.

  “I don't spend all my time there. And maybe.”

  “Maybe my narrow ass.”

  “Okay, I think so.” I spread my hand over his face and pushed to get him to move so I could get to my coffee pot.

  “I require worship now.”

  “Worship, for what?” I tsked at him as I got my coffee going and started checking my kitchen, taking notes for a shopping list.

  “I introduced you to the hot, big-bellied bear. I require offerings. Preferably chocolate and undying adoration.”

  “You're delusional.”

  “Come on, Whisper, I'm your best friend. Give me details, all the dirty, dirty details.”

  “Don't you have your own sex life?”

  “I wish. Do you know how hard it is to find a beefy bottom in the wild? It's like the Holy Grail in a thrift store. You think you find it and BAM, bend over, Bell.”

  “It sounds like you're complaining.”

  “I'm not, I swear, sex of any consensual kind makes me happy, but more than once a year to find one muscled, hairy ass to fuck wouldn't hurt. Is that too much to ask?”

  “Again, why are we friends?”

  “Because while your ass is a thing of bubble perfection, it's not muscled and not a hair in sight.”

  “The thought of that horrifies me.”

  “You'd be lucky to get on this.”

  I lost it as he shifted into full-runway-model and showed off in my kitchen. “I would. I'll admit it will be my one lasting regret.”

  “Now, I'm wondering why we're friends. So, seriously, how is it going? We don't get to spend time together anymore. I'm beginning to realize how bitchy my other friends are.”

  “It's good, nothing too heavy. I do spend a lot of time at his house, as you can see from the state of my food supply, but I'm happy.”

  “Good, you've changed over the last few years. I loved past-life you, but you're more yourself. I'm just saying you're feeling safe. And that's all I ever wanted.”

  “I know there were a few years there where you were worried about me. I'm glad you stuck it out.”

  “A depressed Whisper is not a good Whisper. So, how about you take me out to brunch, mimosa, and dine me for being the amazing friend that I am?”

  “You just want a free meal.”

  “And?”

  “Fine, just let me finish my grocery list, and we can go.” I rolled my eyes at his I'm getting a free meal dance and finished my list, which in the end, wasn't terrible since I d
id have dinner at Anderson's place most nights. One thing was for sure—he'd made my budget bigger over the last few weeks.

  I threw what I needed into my backpack and grabbed Bell's arm to drag him to the door. He drove because he complained I tried to kill him every time I did. I sent Anderson a text to let him know I was going to brunch and grocery shopping. The reply I received was BEHAVE and then was told to show it to Bell.

  When I did, he scoffed and started the car. I’d been neglecting my best friend, and it would be good to have some friend-time. He drove me crazy, but I wouldn't know what to do without him.

  Chapter Eight

  Anderson

  He'd been too sassy. I'd told him that it was time for bed, that he needed to clean up his coloring books and crayons and get ready for bed. He'd rolled his eyes at me and told me what he was going to do. “I put you in the corner to punish you, baby boy, and you didn't think about what you did wrong, did you?”

  He whined as I had left him there to anticipate his correction. He tried to tell me he was sorry—that he'd be good, but I'd given him his chance. His complaints were clear when he'd spent his quiet time with his nose in the corner. I'd given him a way out of getting his bottom spanked. That’s how he’d come to be bent over the kitchen table. I could’ve let him get away with it, but he needed to know that his actions had consequences.

  “No, Daddy.” His quivering voice and sniffling exposed his tears.

  “Daddy has been nice. I even let you stay up past your bedtime. I was far too lenient with you today. Why is Daddy going to correct you?”

  “Because I was sassy and didn't clean up when you told me to.”

  “Exactly. Now, Daddy has to spank your bottom, and you know I don't like hurting you, but you have to be Daddy's good baby boy. Understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy, I'm sorry.”

  “I'm going to smack your bottom until I feel you've learned your lesson.” When I stepped up to the corner of the table, he jerked as my right thigh pressed to his and I spread my hand over the small of his back. I slipped the fingers of my left hand under his pajama bottoms and pulled them over his curvy ass, the purple base of his plug peeking from between his lush cheeks.

  When he’d arrived that morning, I’d ordered him to lean over my bed and spread his cheeks. Over our time together, I’d learned he liked his ass played with, fingers or tongue, he didn’t care. By the point the base had snuggled up to his hole, he’d been sweating and whimpering. My cock was hard from denying myself the grip of that sweet little hole around my thick length.

  “If you try to block me, this goes on longer,” I warned him.

  The first strike caused him to gasp, the second had him trying to get away, but I didn't relent. His creamy skin turned pink as I struck one cheek then the other. I loved spanking my big boy, but when he was Little, it hurt me. He wasn't supposed to feel anything but loved when he was with me. Yet I knew Littles needed correction when they broke the rules—rules we'd agreed upon.

  I kept spanking his ass until my handprints were raised, red welts. I rubbed his back, pushing his already bunched shirt until it lodged under his armpits. Soothing him with gentle touches as he sobbed into the tabletop. I stepped behind him, leaned over to blanket his body with mine, and pressed my lips to his ear.

  “It's okay. You were so good. You took your punishment, and we're all done.” I stroked his sweaty skin as he turned his head to lay it down. I brushed kisses to his cheek, his wet lashes, and I felt him rubbing his bottom against my dick. “My baby boy is ready to be Daddy's big boy.” He shook beneath my weight as he quickly nodded his head. “Do you think you've been good enough?”

  “Please.”

  I reached between us to grab the base of his plug and slipped it out as he gasped. I dropped it to the floor as I straightened to unbutton and ease the zipper down on my jeans. I removed my cock. I was thankful for the small bottle of lube I'd stashed in my pocket. It was warmed from my body heat, and I slicked my length, and then I placed the fat head to his entrance.

  I spread my boy's cheeks so I could see him taking my cock in his tight, little hole. I worked my cock through the resistance of his rim. I clutched his hips with bruising force. “Fuck, you're not going to sit right when Daddy's done with you.” My hips slammed against him and made his ass bounce in waves.

  I used him because I owned him, his pleasure and pain. I demanded, and he gave freely. Nothing had ever come close to the ecstasy I received from fucking him. I'd loved on his mouth, pussy, and ass so many times, and it always got better—more intense.

  My gaze locked on my fat cock while it was deep-stroking his hole. His cries and screams were echoing in my head.

  “Anderson.” I knew he was close when he used my name. Something about getting fucked after Daddy punished him always pushed him to the edge quicker, even when he wouldn't admit it. Boy and man combined. I growled as he took his cheeks in both hands and spread them wider.

  I was ready, and my sac was pulled tight. Sweat ran down my body and shimmered in my body hair. I grunted low as I punished his hole. Just as I felt myself reach the edge, I brought my chest down on his back and shoved my left hand under him to jacked his distended, hard nub.

  He turned his head, met my mouth in an awkward kiss, and I groaned as his ass clamped down on my dick. I ground against him as I spilled my cum into his hole. He ripped his lips from mine as he arched his neck to rest his head on my shoulder. His face was red and wet from sweat and tears as a long, husky groan turned to sharp squeaks as I rode out our releases together.

  My arms shook as I brought them to rest my forearms on the table and kissed his shoulder. He was riding my dick as much as he could with his hips trapped under me.

  “You make me so happy, Whisper,” I said as I brushed kisses to every inch of skin I could reach.

  “Would you run if I said I loved you?” His eyes were squeezed shut as he asked. His relaxation was suddenly gone with nine simple words.

  “Whisper, nothing could ever make me run. I love you, too.” I stood to ease from him and help him off the table to stand in front of me. I took his face in my hands. “Why would it make me run?”

  “I don't know, it's…it hasn't been that long.”

  “What does time have to do with anything? I knew you were mine from the minute I saw you. So beautiful and handsome, confident in yourself. Us loving each other isn't a mistake or some time-sensitive moment.”

  “I've never said it before. It's always been this thing I held back.” His hands stroked my chest. “I wanted to say it as the Whisper who didn't hide or pretend to be someone I wasn't.”

  “You know I love everything about you, even your snarky attitude. Your Little times. When you have a bad day and need me. In my arms and in my bed. Is that okay?” I tenderly kissed away his tears as he nodded his head. The tension of him bracing for the bad disappeared with the small curve of his lips. “Why don't we get cleaned up and go to bed?”

  “Yeah, lube and cum leaking down my legs isn't comfortable. And wasn't exactly romantic for the big L-word.”

  “I think it was perfect, but whatever.” He snorted at me. I scooped him into my arms, and he rested his head on my chest as I carried him up to our bedroom. Everything about being with him was easy. To me loving him had been a foregone conclusion. I'd opened my mouth to say it several times in our two months together. Scaring him away had kept me from opening my mouth.

  At my age, I'd learned patience in everything or so I'd thought until I'd met him. I wanted, needed, everything to be right for him, to have him know that Daddy and Anderson would be there—to be his safety. I didn't give a shit if the outside world thought it was too fast, or if they had an issue with the love we shared.

  I lowered him to his feet and opened the shower door to turn on the water. As soon as it heated, I took his hands and drew him inside with me. He was staring up at me from under his long lashes, his face framed by his long hair, and I was speechless by how lucky I was to have f
ound him. Billions of people on the planet and all it had taken was an impulse move and a chance meeting.

  Chapter Nine

  Whisper

  I was walking gingerly around Anderson's house while waiting for him to get home. He'd had to run into work, but he said he'd be back shortly. I hadn't wanted him to go, but it was the middle of the week, and unless there was an emergency, he kept his weekends free to spoil me. To be honest, I was happy for the break, muscles I didn't know existed were protesting every move I made. There was no doubt he was helping me make up for my sexual dry spell.

  Groaning, I lowered to the couch with my cup and picked up my phone. I scrolled to my mom's number and tapped the screen to connect the video call. I hadn't told her about Anderson yet, and I felt guilty, like I was hiding him or something. We'd been together a few months. We'd had our disagreements like any couple, but nothing close to a fight. He worried about me and my job—didn't like how it stressed me out or that on occasion I went toe-to-toe with pissed off people.

  It was understandable. I came into their lives on what could be the worse day they ever had. I'd worked as a social worker for almost a decade. I didn't want to do anything else. He'd relaxed a bit about it, but I knew the worry wouldn't go away. I'd promised him that I'd always come to him after a bad day.

  “How is my baby?” Her beautiful face filled the screen. Her hair was a mess, and she looked a bit sweaty.

  “Oh, hell, did I interrupt?”

  “You know, answering a phone during sex is considered an insult to your partner or partners’ skills.”

  I smiled at her impish grin and settled in. “You and Dad are getting up there in age.”

  “Have you seen your father's workout routine? I don't think I'll have to worry, and you know sex isn't always about penetration. Intimacy of Tantric sex is just as or more fulfilling.”