The Daddy Games: A Filthy MFM Romance

by JB Duvane

  “Can you believe it? She must have been one of the first ones here? She’s the third one in the room!”

  “I don’t know about this, Kyle. I don’t feel right about any of this.”

  “What the hell are you talking about? We’re halfway to the finish line. By this time tomorrow we’re going to have a live stream of girls dancing for the cameras, battling it out to win one of the coveted finalist spots.” Kyle punches the air in front of him like he’s in a pretend boxing match. “But you’re right. We need to hustle if we’re gonna get through all these initial auditions today. We might even need to put a cap on the number of girls we let in the building soon. Whaddya think?”

  “I mean the whole thing, Kyle. I don’t feel right about the whole thing.”

  “Bullshit. You mean you don’t feel right about sharing her. Jeeze. If you’re not even man enough to make a move on your own with Aubrey, at least let the rest of the world enjoy her.”

  I watch her squirm in her seat as she tries to make herself comfortable in what has to be one of the most uncomfortable situations imaginable. And she doesn’t even know how uncomfortable it’s about to get for her. “It’s not just her. It’s all of them. I feel like an asshole, just using them for money.”

  “We may be using them, but don’t forget that they’re using us too. None of them are doing this out of the goodness of their hearts. And I didn’t see you struggling with your conscience too much when that first girl went to town on herself.” Kyle stares at me for a minute. “Can we continue? Or do you have some more soul searching to do?” I sit back in my chair and wave my hand for him to continue with his spiel.

  I can’t help but watch her face while she listens to Kyle talk through the speakers. At first she seems nervous, but then, as the minutes pass, I can see something in her change. Like she’s enjoying what’s going on, even though she’s still uncomfortable. It’s fascinating. I want to ask her what she’s feeling. I want to know what she’s thinking. I’m so mesmerized by the look in her eyes that I barely hear Kyle when he starts talking to me again.

  “Is she gonna do it?” Kyle asks.

  “What?”

  “Do you think she’s gonna do it?”

  “How should I know! Can’t you be quiet for like ten seconds? Let her think, will ya!”

  “I’m just so excited. I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.”

  I can’t tear my eyes away from Aubrey. Every time it’s her turn to answer, I watch her nervously twirl her hair in her fingers and bite her lip like she’s considering what she’s about to do. The answers come faster each time, until, with the last question, she practically says yes before Kyle even finishes talking.

  I can’t stop thinking about what she says, that she’s still a virgin. How is that even possible in this day and age? My eyes move down her body to the long legs that are crossed in front of her. I watch her foot wiggle nervously as she is told what to do, then I watch as she slowly reaches down and picks up the mask off the floor. “I can’t believe it either.”

  As I watch Aubrey remove her clothes I try to think back and remember what it was about her that initially caught my interest. But all I can see are those incredible eyes of hers as they followed me across the room the day I met with her father at our old alma mater.

  It was in the first couple years of our new business and Kyle and I went to meet with our old college buddy to get some advice. He’d graduated top in our class and had subsequently been hired on as an associate professor, then quickly moved his way up to associate dean in the marketing and strategies department. We hadn’t been good friends in college, but we knew each other well enough that I didn’t have a problem hitting him up for some advice.

  When we were buzzed into his office and walked in through the open doorway, I saw a girl with long, dark hair, sitting in a chair in front of his desk.

  “You have the talent and background in programming, sweetie. I don’t understand why you don’t take advantage of that. Do you realize how many people wish they had the natural talent you have with computers? There are so many avenues you can take with your level of skill. You could start your own company. You’d be throwing that all away if you studied art.”

  “I’m not interested, Dad.” Her voice was deep and sultry. It caught me off guard and I couldn’t help but hang on every word that came out of the mouth that I couldn’t see. “I told you, I want to study photography. But what I really want to do is travel for a while first. I don’t understand why I have to go straight from high school into college. Breanna’s parents are paying for her to travel through Europe for six months. Don’t you think that would be a valuable education too?”

  “Not with the extra curricular activities your friend Breanna is into.” Blane looked up at Kyle and I as we stood awkwardly by the door. “I’ll be with you guys in a sec. Look, sweetie,” he said to his daughter. “Can we talk about this tonight?”

  “You have that charity dinner.”

  “That’s right. Okay, then, this weekend. We’ll go out to brunch on Saturday and talk about it. Why don’t you get going? I’ve got a meeting with these two knuckleheads. I was wondering when you two were gonna come crawling in here, begging me for advice.”

  I watched the girl stand up, then turn around, and as her eyes met mine an electric current shot through my body. I almost couldn’t breathe as she walked toward me, her eyes on mine for every single one of the six seconds it took her to reach the door.

  “Kyle, Graham, this is my daughter, Aubrey. She’s going to be starting here at UCLA in the fall.”

  “Dad, I haven’t enrolled here yet.” Aubrey’s words were directed at her father and had a defiant tone, but her eyes were focused on me and they … just … sparkled. She reached out her hand and took mine. “Nice to meet you …” She leaned her head forward, waiting for me to finish the sentence.

  “Graham,” I said, not realizing that I was holding my breath until I spoke.

  “Nice to meet you, Graham.” She held my hand for a moment, then let it go and continued through the door.

  “I’m Kyle!” he yelled after she had already disappeared through the doorway.

  I didn’t want to do a full one-eighty and watch his daughter walk away with Blane standing right there, so I got my shit together and forgot all about Aubrey. That’s what I’ve told myself all these years anyway. And I haven’t set foot within ten miles of her or Blane or UCLA since then.

  Until now.

  And what am I doing now? I’m watching my friend’s daughter through a two-way mirror and I’m video taping her while she spreads her legs and masturbates for a contest that my buddy and I will be streaming online.

  Holy shit am I fucked up.

  I keep reaching up to try and loosen the tie that isn’t around my neck. The last time I do this my hand falls down and rests on my chest. My impulse is to keep moving my hand down, but I won’t do that. Not because Kyle is in the room, but because I feel like a filthy bastard just watching her. I’m not going to treat her that way, even though she doesn’t even know I’m the one that’s watching. I doubt she even remembers me.

  I’m leaning back in my chair—I can hear it squeaking and I can feel it underneath me—but I’m not in the room anymore. I’m right in front of her and I can smell the musky scent that fills the room around me. I’m touching her thighs, gripping them with both hands, while her small fingers delicately rub her swollen pussy lips and her clit. I hear her breath catch in her throat and I hear the high-pitched moans that escape from her mouth. I could stay here in front of her gorgeous pussy forever, but when I look at her pink lips, all I can think about is how perfect they would look wrapped around my cock. I want to lean forward and plunge it deep down her throat while she lays back in that chair and continues to pleasure herself.

  When I snap to, I hear Kyle next to me. “Holy shit that was fast!”

  I watch as Aubrey’s body convulses and her legs press together. She couldn’t have been masturbatin
g for more than forty-five seconds and she’s already coming. Hard.

  I watch her eyes open, and a smile spreads across her flushed face. I don’t know if I can do this. Kyle is right. I don’t want to share her with the world. I don’t want them to see what I’ve just seen. I want that all for myself. I hate myself for how much I want to shove my cock down her throat right now.

  “Jesus that was hot,” Kyle says. “How are we gonna do this all goddamned day without jerking off every ten minutes?” He doesn’t even give me a chance to tell him to fuck off before he turns on the mic. “That was perfect, Aubrey. You can get dressed and tell the man out in the hall to take you to the gym.”

  Aubrey looks at the mirror and says thank you with the sweetest look on her face and I immediately hate myself ten thousand times more. I can’t believe how depraved this whole thing is. And I can’t believe how desperately I want to see her spread her legs for me again. I’m a sick fuck and I don’t deserve her.

  I watch as she quickly gets dressed, then opens the door. I hear her talking to Brent for a minute, then he walks into the conference room by himself and shuts the door behind him.

  “You guys got a sec?”

  “Yeah, come in,” Kyle says into the mic. Brent opens the door and tells us that there are way more girls outside than we’re prepared for.

  “How many?” I ask. Brent shows me a picture that Josh took. The parking lot is crazy with girls. It looks like four or five hundred. “This is way too many, Kyle. There’s no way we can see all these girls today.”

  “Shit,” he says. “What are you guys doing with them?”

  “There lined up all the way down the hall to the elevator, then through the lobby and out the front door. That’s one hundred girls right there. Not even half of them.”

  “Jesus,” Kyle says, still looking at the picture. “What do you think?”

  “I think one hundred girls is even too much. Even if we keep each audition short—like five minutes max—that’s still, what, eight hours? Is that right?” I ask.

  “Okay,” Kyle says to Brent. “We’re just gonna have to send them home, right? This is gonna suck, but … it looks like everyone in the lobby and the parking lot has to leave. That’ll bring us down to at least fifty. Or does that leave us with enough? What if we send all these girls home, then lose most of the fifty that are in the building?”

  “Well, so far we’ve seen three girls and two have stayed. So based on that average—“

  “Lets keep everyone in the lobby too,” Kyle says to Brent. “Just in case. Whaddya think?” He says to me.

  “Yeah, sure,” I say with a I shrug. I was somehow able to get over the panic and the nervous breakdown the day after Kyle presented this whole idea to me. I started a massive marketing campaign and did some demographic research, and now I feel like I’m basically just along for the ride. It’s still all so surreal though. That decision I just made about the girls felt like part of some sort of game. Nothing feels real at all. But what just happened in front of me? That was real. The memory of Aubrey’s glistening pussy and parted lips start to bring everything back into sharp focus.

  “Okay, that’s good,” Brent says. “Josh was gonna have me tell you we need more guys up here, but if we’re sending the parking lot chicks home this should work with just the two of us.”

  “Where are Malcolm and Grant?” I ask Brent, who happens to be the former head of my think tank department in the now defunct consulting firm. Kyle and I knew there was no way we could pull this off with just the two of us, so we asked four of our employees—well, former employees—if they’d be interested in a trade. They take care of the girls for us—two shifts of two men each working twelve hours—in exchange for the privilege of being involved in some of the events of a more sexual nature. They’re basically going to get their dicks sucked a whole lot in the next few days. We told them we’d pay them everything they’re owed, as well as for their work here as soon as the events were over. They didn’t even seem to care about the money, though. As soon as we told them what we were putting on here, their jaws dropped and they were on board.

  “They’re setting up the group sleeping area with yoga mats and sleeping bags.”

  “Classy accommodations,” Kyle smirks.

  “Well, it’s just for tonight, right? Since we’re gonna have almost one hundred girls here tonight.”

  “Tomorrow night too. Tomorrow is the first round where each of them does a little dance for the camera and the viewers vote for the girls they like. A huge chunk will be cut out by the end of the day, but that’s probably still going to leave at least thirty or forty girls. Then the next day will be the stripper pole competition, which will knock the contestants down to around twenty. After that we can move them to the break room bunks. They should definitely be more comfortable there. And that’ll be when we start using the bluetooth vibrators. We got those in, right?”

  I find my list and make my way through all of the items that I’ve ordered. “Yeah, we got those in yesterday. I ordered twenty, think that’s enough?”

  “Yeah, that should be fine.”

  “But were still waiting on some of the other stuff. The black masks and paddles. But they should be in by tomorrow. So we’re all set on the video equipment?”

  “We’re gonna use a few different things. That high-end conference room camera for the main feed, plus whoever’s in the room can stream from their phone to our Periscope app whenever they feel like it. I also grabbed the webcams off of all of the computers in the building and they’re gonna be installed in the showers and the confessional room in the girls quarters. Josh and Malcolm are setting those up. So we should have multiple streams and pre-recorded videos going at once.”

  “Damn, will we be able to handle the traffic?”

  “Yeah, I’m pretty sure. But I guess we’re gonna find out tomorrow,” Kyle says with a smile. “All right, we need to get the show on the road. There are a hundred girls out there right now that are waiting for their turn to masturbate for us,” he says as his smile turns into an evil grin.

  Aubrey

  I sit in the corner of a big room and watch new girls enter every ten minutes or so. I stopped counting when I got up to fifty, and they haven’t stopped coming in yet. Some of them have already gathered into groups. It amazes me how quickly cliques seem to form. No one needs to say a word and the chatty girls pare off, then usually the side-eye bitches gather into their toxic group, while the loners like me might find one person to talk to if we’re lucky.

  I’ve already walked around and looked at every room we’re allowed in. There’s a cafeteria that I was told I can use whenever I want, and two bathrooms with multiple shower and toilet stalls. There’s a few rooms that look like small offices or closets, and then there’s the massive, carpeted room that I’m in right now. One wall of this room is completely lined with exercise bikes and elliptical machines. This whole place is kind of strange. Like an abandoned office building, but a really nice one that hasn’t been abandoned for very long.

  There are enormous TVs on every wall of the room I’m in, and some of the girls in the chatty group turned on an entertainment gossip show. I’m not interested in any of that stuff, so I just sit by myself and take in what’s going on around me.

  For a while, I watch out some huge windows that look out onto the parking lot as hordes of girls down there yell at the guy, Josh, who let us into the building. Eventually the girls leave and the Josh guy looks relieved. They must have had a much bigger turn out than they expected if they had to ask more than half of the girls to leave.

  I’m really glad I got here when I did. When I told Breanna that I wanted to do the audition she looked at me like I was crazy. If she knew what was going on now—the streaming and the masturbating for some faceless dudes and a hidden camera—she’d probably drag me out of here by my hair. Before I took off, Brea also told me to call her when I got here. I called her last night while I was waiting in line, but I totally forgot aft
er I came out of the audition, and now they have my cell phone on lockdown so I can’t let her know what’s going on.

  I’ve pretty much resign myself to being the outcast of the bunch and expect that I’ll be spending a lot of time alone, staring at the floor like I am right now, when I see two feet standing in front of me. I look up and every cell of my body jumps for joy. “Oh my God, Brea!” I yell as I jump up and put my arms around her. “What are you doing here?”

  “How could I not come? I’m here for the competition. I came here to audition and found out about the changes to ‘The Daddy Games,’” she says while she makes air quotes. “And I’m doing it!”

  “Get out of here! So you went through with the whole thing?”

  “You mean masturbating for those perverts behind the glass? Yeah, I went through with it.”

  “Do you really think they’re perverts? I really liked that guy’s voice.”

  “That’s true. His voice was super sexy! If it hadn’t been for that I probably would have been dry as a bone. All I could imagine while I was sitting there was a big fat bald man watching me through that two-way mirror and holding his tiny dick in his hand.”

  “Oh, I thought there were two guys.”

  “Well, that’s what they say in the ad, but it could just be some weird dude running the whole show. Can you believe the winners have to fuck him without even having seen him at all beforehand?” Brea groans and shivers in disgust from the thought.

  “Yeah, I guess I didn’t really think about it that way. His voice was just so … I don’t know … perfect.” I picture it again, that voice in my head telling me what to do, and that incredible feeling that rushes throughout every cell in my body when I realized that I have to do it. I have to do every single thing he tells me to do, no matter how degrading or humiliating. I can picture his voice very clearly, but the funny thing is, when I put a face to the voice it’s someone else that I barely know. Someone I’ve only spoken a few words to. But someone with a look in his eyes that made me feel like the way that voice made me feel. “I’m just gonna go for it. I mean, if the winner really doesn’t want to fuck the guy in the end, they can’t make her. What are they going to do, live stream sexual assault?”