The Daddy Games: A Filthy MFM Romance

by JB Duvane

  I can’t hold back any longer. I don’t care about the contest or about the money. I don’t care about Peterson or even Kyle. All I care about is taking what’s mine. I press my lips into Aubrey’s. When I’ve thought about our first kiss, it’s happened in about a thousand different ways. I’ve pictured it over an over again, sometimes starting with a soft touch of my lips, sometimes with mine immediately pressing into hers. In my head there was always the anticipation of this first kiss, and the intensity that grew as our bodies intertwined around each other’s, but none of those thousands of times even comes close to what this kiss is actually like.

  I can feel every cell of my body begging for her. I push my hands up into her hair and wrap my arms around her, but no matter what I do, I can’t seem to get close enough to her or cram my tongue far enough down her throat. I rip my shirt off and pull her T-shirt up over her head so that our skin is touching, but that still doesn’t seem like enough. I want to surround her and be inside her at the same time and as I feel her skin against mine, I desperately try to make that happen.

  I move my hands down and grip both of her breasts hard and a surge of electricity moves straight to my cock when I hear her moan. I watch her as she wriggles out of the pajama bottoms while I undo my belt and drop my pants. She has nothing else on under the pjs and her naked body is in front of me now. And it’s all for me.

  Aubrey’s eyes are glued to my cock as it strains the fabric of my black boxer briefs. She reaches a hand down and pulls the fabric and watches with huge eyes as my rock hard cock springs out. She doesn’t skip a beat. She’s down on her knees so fast it makes my head spin, and before I know it, her tiny pink tongue is touching the head of my cock.

  I can barely breathe as I watch her. The moment is just too perfect. I didn’t want it to happen quite so fast, but now that she’s down there, I’m obsessed with the image of my cock disappearing in between those perfect lips. She looks up into my eyes while she circles my cock head with her tongue and my entire body shudders. But I groan out loud at what I see next.

  Aubrey spreads her legs wide and slides her hand over her smooth pussy, then I watch as he fingers move over her glistening clit and disappear inside her. I move my hips forward a fraction of an inch, barely able to wait for her lips to circle the head of my cock. When she finally does, and I feel the warmth of her mouth surrounding me, I press my hands against the door and thrust into her.

  She looks surprised, but she doesn’t stop me. She continues to look up into my eyes and her fingers continue to work her clit while the head of my cock slides further and further down her throat. There’s no way I can hold back for much longer. I’ve waited too long and it’s too perfect.

  Aubrey is up against the door and I’m pounding into her mouth and I’m right on the edge, but when I hear a deep moan escape from her throat, I lose it. I yell out as I feel myself shoot into her mouth, and the yell turns into a growl when I feel her throat muscles close around me with each swallow.

  I pull out of her and move down to see her fingers still rubbing furiously her pussy and dipping inside over and over. Her body is small and incredibly light and when I pick her up, she gasps, then squeals when I throw her down onto the couch. She lands with her legs still spread wide and her ass hanging off the edge of the couch, so I get down on my knees in front of her and bury my face in her hot, wet pussy.

  I can already feel my cock pulsating, ready to enter her again, and I know exactly where it’s going to go. As I suck on Aubrey’s clit I feel her legs tense up. I know she’s about to come. I look up at her face. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is open and when the orgasm takes over, a smile lights up her face.

  She’s pressing her pussy into me and she’s making noises that sound like they can’t possibly be coming from someone so petite and delicate as she is. But when her thighs clamp down around my head I can feel the incredible amount of strength she has.

  I barely wait until her thighs have released me before I’m on top of her. I push her down so that her body is taking up most of the length of the couch and I lower myself so that my face is hovering just above hers.

  “Is this what you want?” I ask, the head of my cock pressing into her pussy, less than an inch from fully entering her.

  “Yes,” she says with a desperation that makes my cock throb. “I want you Graham. I want you inside me, now!”

  I feel her fingernails sinking into my shoulders as the head of my cock pushes inside her. I know there’s no danger of me hurting her. I know she’s had other things inside her. I’m taking my time because I want to see it in her eyes. I want to witness the ecstasy of a massive cock sliding into her for the very first time. I want to watch the whole thing play out, moment by moment, on her beautiful face.

  Her eyes are open when I first enter her, but as my length starts to fill her, Ashley’s eyes roll back and her lids come down part way. I pull out a bit, then slowly thrust into her again and her mouth opens up as if she wants to tell me something. But I can see she’s lost in the experience when her head falls back and she moans.

  As much as I’m enjoying the slow thrusts, the intensity becomes overpowering and I have to go deeper. I pick her legs up with both hands and push her legs up into her chest, then plow into her with one powerful thrust. Her feet are resting on my shoulders and her mouth is wide open and she screams each time my cock pummels her.

  “Oh God! Graham,” she says over and over as I slam into her. “Oh God, Graham! I’m coming!”

  With each thrust, I’m pulling out completely, then re-entering her, the thick, flared head of my cock opening her up again and again, then hitting her g-spot as I bury myself inside her repeatedly.

  I can feel her muscles squeezing around my cock when she starts to come. Her body is shaking and convulsing underneath me and her hands are gripping my forearms so hard I swear she must be drawing blood. Her orgasm feels like it has already lasted a full minute when I go over the edge. I grab Aubrey’s ass and thrust myself in as deep as I can, my cock still feeling the intensity of her muscles squeezing it tight.

  I roll to the side and collapse onto the couch next to her and pull her into my chest, and we lay there in each other’s arms while we catch our breath.

  Aubrey

  “Why did you tell me I don’t have to be in the contest? I don’t understand.” We’ve been laying on the couch in Graham’s office for a while before I decide to ask this question. Partly because it has taken me longer to recover from sex with him than any other experience in my life. Opening my eyes and realizing that I was still in his arms gives me an overwhelming feeling of peace that I just don’t want to disrupt, but I have so many questions.

  Graham looks at me, then touches my face and my heart just melts. “Because I don’t like the thought of you having to humiliate yourself in front of all of those guys who are watching, and voting. It’s so degrading.”

  I think about what he says, and I’m not sure if my impulse is right. But I decide if I’m not honest with him now, then what’s the point of me being here and figuring out what I truly want. “You don’t think it’s possible that I might want that?”

  He’s silent for a moment and I have a sinking feeling in my stomach that I’ve lost him. That he can’t possibly want to be with a woman who enjoys degrading herself in front of a man. “If being humiliated and degraded is what you really want, it’s not for me to interfere or tell you it’s wrong.” By the way he looks at me I can see in his eyes that he isn’t disgusted. “I just want you to know that you don’t have to do any of it.”

  I’m still not quite sure what he’s getting at, so I try to explain myself to him a little. It might even be for my benefit too. “To be honest, it’s not something I ever really thought about before. I have always liked the idea of being submissive, being told what to do, being forced. But unfortunately I haven’t had any good experiences up until now. I came here to try and figure out if being a sub is really was something I want, and it wasn’t until I go
t up on stage that I realized how much I like being watched. It’s a little weird to admit that, to say it out loud, but it’s true.” I look at him out of the corner of my eye, trying to gauge his reaction. ”Does that freak you out?”

  Graham laughs out loud. “Not at all,” he says as he grips me tighter. “I think it’s sexy as hell that you can express what you want. I also think it’s amazing that you did all this to understand yourself better and figure out who you are. That takes guts. You’re a lot braver than I am.”

  “I don’t know about that,” I say. “You seem pretty confident to me.”

  “Confidence and bravery aren’t exactly the same thing. I can get up in front of hundreds or thousands of people and speak, but there’s no way in hell I’d be able to take my clothes off.”

  “But isn’t that the way this whole thing is supposed to end? With the winners getting fucked by the two of you live on camera? In front of thousands of people?”

  Graham was silent for a moment. “Yeah, but that wasn’t exactly my idea. Kyle is the brains behind this whole contest. It’s part of the reason I why wanted you to know that you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to go through with the rest of the events and you don’t have to have sex on camera. You’ve already won,” Graham says as he brushes his fingers through my hair and across my scalp. The way his hands feel on my head and the words he says send tingles down my spine. It doesn’t seem like this is just sex. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel like he actually cares about me, which is something I hadn’t expected at all. “Plus I don’t want to share you. I want you all to myself.”

  I look up into his dark eyes. They’re so serious and intense and I want them to be on me forever.

  “Are you going to change my profile now?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Tell them all that I’m no longer a virgin?”

  Graham laughs louder than I’ve seen him laugh and kisses my head. “No, that’s our secret.”

  I like that we have a secret and I want more. I want to be a part of his life now. But I also have to admit that I’m really curious about what it would be like to be with both Graham and Kyle. I can’t help but wonder what they would be like together. “What would you say if I told you that I wouldn’t mind being shared? Would that bother you?”

  Graham looks away and doesn’t say anything for a long time and, once again, I’m afraid I’ve blown it. When he speaks his words surprise me. “It doesn’t really matter if I’m bothered by it or not. If that’s something you want, you should have it.” He looks back down at me. “Is that something you want?”

  I know he was talking about the viewers in the contest when he referred to sharing me before, but I don’t think that’s what he means now. “It’s not something that I’ve wanted until recently.”

  “What made you change your mind?”

  “I don’t know, this whole contest, it’s … it’s made me feel like a different person. Less afraid and more able to express myself in ways that I never thought possible.” I don’t know how he’s going to react, but I have to ask. “Have you and Kyle shared a woman before?”

  “Yes.” Graham doesn’t look away this time. His eyes stay on mine when he answers and they continue to burn into mine in the silence afterward.

  My breath catches in my throat and I can’t move. The way he is looking at me makes me want to squirm away, but at the same time I’m paralyzed by his eyes. That was the answer I’d been hoping for, but now that he’s said it out loud I’m scared of what that could mean for the three of us. “A relationship or a one night stand?”

  “I suppose somewhere in between those two. A lot of the time it would be with women Kyle was dating. The three of us would get together multiple times a week, so it was definitely more than a one night thing. But as far as relationships go, I haven’t been interested in anything serious for a while now. Not since my divorce.”

  “When was that?”

  “Six years ago.”

  I don’t want to pry into his past, but the questions don’t seem to bother him. “What happened?”

  “We’d been together since high school and I think we both grew apart. Unfortunately, she didn’t feel the need to tell me that she wanted to have sex with every guy she met throughout the last couple years of our marriage. It was pretty humiliating and sucked the joy out of life for me for a long time. Kyle is the reason I didn’t become an angry recluse. He made me leave my house and go to bars with him to meet other women. Eventually we wound up sleeping with the same one. Then it became a fairly regular thing, but I always kept my distance and never got involved with the women outside of sex, so it always felt … safe, I guess.”

  “Safe?”

  “Yeah, no chance of falling in love and getting hurt again.”

  “Is that the way you still feel?” I can see that he’s going back and forth in his head about something, but he doesn’t respond. I’m afraid I really asked the wrong question this time and I immediately regret it.

  “We’d probably better get you back to your room before any of the other girls notice you’re gone. I don’t want them to get any ideas about this contest being rigged,” he says with a slight smile that causes sexy creases to form in the corners of his eyes.

  I walk over to the door and get back into my pajamas but I can’t keep my eyes off of Graham as he pulls his underwear on. He looks so incredibly sexy in the dim light that streams in through the windows.

  He walks over to where I’m standing and brings his hands up to either side of my face, then pushes them back into my hair. My head falls back and I stare up at him for what feels like an eternity before his lips come down to mine. The second his mouth is on mine a wave of calm intensity floods through me. I feel so safe in his arms, and I don’t want to go back to the room with the other girls. I desperately want to stay here with Graham forever.

  I can barely stay upright when he moves away from me and opens the door and I practically have to use the wall to hold myself up as I make my way back to my room. Before I reach the door, I turn around and Graham is still standing there, watching me. I know I want to see those eyes for the rest of my life and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that happens.

  The next day, the events start up again at nine a.m. I had seen the list of events while I was sitting at Kyle’s desk so I knew what to expect. It’s all pretty hilariously depraved, and I have a feeling that Kyle was the one that came up with most of the events. There are events with dildos and paddles and even an exercise bike event, which intrigues me the most.

  Honestly, the thought of doing any of the events on camera turns me on now. It also makes me feel super slutty, but I don’t care. I love that Graham appreciated my honesty and my courage. Sometimes it seems like courage is interpreted as stupidity, but I think that’s mostly by the people who are afraid to take any chances at all.

  When I think about Graham watching me in the remaining events with those eyes of his, I can practically feel my insides melting. And while it’s exciting to be watched by the audience, I feel different still when I think about him watching. I’m excited and nervous and turned on the way I am with just the cameras, but now I also feel an overwhelming desire to please him.

  We wind up picking up where we left off with the serving tray event, and even though it’s hard to keep everything balanced using no hands and with the vibrator going off inside me, I actually manage to come out in the top three. A couple of girls are eliminated, and we immediately move on to the next event.

  I now realize that the list of events on Kyle’s desk weren’t in any particular order because Tied Up and Paddled was last on the list, but it looks like that’s what’s happening right now. And I’m the first one up.

  This time, instead of a mask, a black blindfold is tied over my eyes. In order to speed up the setup process, each of the girls is already naked and has leather cuffs attached to her wrists and ankles before she goes out on stage. When I’m standing in the center
of the stage, the blindfold is put on and my ankles are attached to the ends of a spreader bar, which keeps them a few feet apart. The hooks on my wrist cuffs are attached to a rope that has been thrown over one of the beams near the ceiling, and when it’s secured, my body is stretched so tight I’m standing on my toes.

  I’ve never experienced pain during sex before, and I’m almost shaking while I wait in the dark to see what’s going to happen to me. There is music playing in the background, some Prodigy song, but it isn’t quite as loud as it has been during the other events. I imagine the viewers probably want to hear the noises that the paddle makes as it comes into contact with my skin.

  Even before anything touches me, I can feel the vibrations starting up, and I know they’re watching. I know that Graham is watching. Even though I can’t see them, I can feel his eyes on my skin. I take a deep breath and let it out and I can almost feel Graham’s eyes inside me, burrowing into my soul. When I feel the first sharp sting of the paddle on my ass, all I can picture are his eyes burning into me.

  Before I come out on stage, Josh tells me that if I want him to wait a minute that I should say the word yellow. If I want everything to stop, if I can’t take it anymore, I should say the word red and he’ll untie me. But the more he hits me with the paddle, and the more I feel the sting on my ass with the tingling of the vibrations inside me, the more I’m sure I don’t want to say a thing.

  He also tells me the maximum number of smacks will be fifty, so if I count, I will know how many are left, and I’d be able to decide if I can take it. When he reaches twenty, my hands are balled up into fists and I’m screaming each time the paddle comes down on my ass. The only thing I can hear is the sound of my own voice and the crack of the paddle. The music is gone. The people watching are gone. The girls that I’m competing against are gone. But Graham’s eyes are right there. In my head it’s just me and him.