by Jade West
Rough and strong and dirty.
My two dirty daddies.
I must manage an hour or two of trying to sleep before it gets too much. Jack’s rolled onto his side, facing me, his breath even against my cheek.
Michael is still on his back, rigid as he stares up at the ceiling.
I know he’s awake. I know he’s still churning with all of this.
His hand is still in mine until I pull free and run my fingers up his arm.
I don’t speak, not with my mouth anyway. It’s my hand that glides across his body, feeling every ridge of him, as though I’m trying to prove to myself he’s really here.
The months I spent thinking about him come flooding back. Nights of playing with my pussy until I couldn’t take any more. Months of imagining him naked under his suit.
And now he’s here.
This weekend he’s really here and he’s really mine.
His breath quickens as I stroke my hand down his belly. His muscles are tight and lean, tightening further as my hand moves lower.
Jack was right, I’m a dirty girl. My clit is already thrumming for more, my nipples sensitive, even against the soft cotton bedding.
I can’t stop squirming, and it’s a relief to find Michael hard when I reach him. He rolls onto his side without a sound, and his mouth finds mine in the darkness.
Slow kisses. Soft kisses. Wet kisses.
My hand moving slowly up and down the length of him.
His breath in my mouth, his tongue lapping at mine. His finger teasing my nipple so softly I think I’ll explode.
“Love me,” I whisper.
“I do,” he breathes and mine hitches.
He dips his mouth to my neck and his lips feel so nice there. His tongue finds my ear and drives me insane. I’m panting and I can’t stop, squeezing his dick as he rocks his hips.
“Jack,” he whispers, “we have to wake Jack.”
And he’s right. We do.
It’s how we are. All three of us together.
I wake him in the best way I know how. My hand gripped around his cock as I find his mouth with mine. Mike’s still kissing my ear, his thumb still teasing my nipple as I squirm for him.
I’m desperate. Needy in a way I’ve never been needy before. Warm in bed between two men I love.
Jack hardens in my hand, his breath shallow as he moves his hips in rhythm. He doesn’t say a word as he kisses me back, just pushes his tongue inside my mouth and hitches my leg further over his.
It’s gentle. Torturous. Everything a tease as two dicks shunt slowly in my grip.
Two sets of fingers slip down between my legs. Fingers brushing over each other as two men play with my clit. Two fingers push inside me and I don’t know who they belong to, but I don’t care. Another two line up against them and I moan that I want it. In and out, first two and then a different two, and then both. Four fingers stretching me. Two men inside me at once. Two men kissing my neck at once.
Two mouths on my tits.
Two dicks thrusting.
One mouth on mine, then another. Over and over. Open-mouthed kisses that set me on fire. A thumb on my clit that drives me insane.
I want this every night. I want the three of us in a bed from now until the end of time.
It’s Jack that rolls me to face Michael and guides my leg up and over. It’s Jack that urges us on as four fingers make way for one hard cock.
He slides his hand down between us, fingering my clit as Michael pushes his dick inside me. His hand is wedged tight, fingertips pressed right on target.
Slow thrusts, all the way in and all the way out again. And then Jack, hitching up tight behind me with his big dick pressed against my ass.
I want to tell him I like it. I want to tell him I’ve done things. Dirty things. Things I know I like already.
I want to tell him to do them to me, but I don’t know how to say it.
I’m going to come already, fucked so slowly by Michael as Jack circles my clit. Only Michael stops before it gets that far. He pulls out and urges me to back up on to Jack.
Jack takes his place without hesitation.
A few deep thrusts and he passes me back.
Michael, Jack, Michael, Jack.
The distance between us closes. My body is pressed tight between two. They fall into a rhythm, taking turns on my pussy as I wriggle and moan in the middle and it’s fucking heaven. It’s Jack who pushes his fingers into my mouth when Mike’s inside me. It’s Jack who whispers in my ear to make them nice and wet for him.
I’m a good spitter. I show him so. And it’s just as well I am, because it’s my spit he uses to lube up his finger as he squirms it against my asshole.
Relax, he says, but I’m already there. I’m already desperate.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “Please…”
“You really are our dirty little girl, Carrie,” he whispers.
His finger pushes in and I groan. I moan like a dirty bitch, like I’ve always moaned when something goes in there. I can’t help it.
It’s tight with Mike’s cock filling my pussy. It’s so tight I suck in my breath as he pushes in another finger.
Mike groans too, and I know he can feel it.
He pulls out and Jack thrusts to take his position, but I squirm.
“Not there…” I hiss, and he stops. I wriggle to illustrate and he takes a breath.
“It’ll hurt,” he says. “Your ass is tighter than your tight little cunt.”
“I don’t care,” I tell him.
He moves away from me and rustles at the side of the bed. I press into Mike while he’s gone, rubbing my pussy against his leg as he holds me tight.
There’s a squelch as Jack comes back to me, a cold wetness between my ass cheeks. I hear him lube up his dick and I rub against Mike all the harder.
Three fingers in my ass and I grunt. “Still want it?” Jack rasps in my ear.
And all the gentleness has gone now. “Yes,” I hiss. “Fuck me.”
I love how dirty I feel with his fingers in my ass. I love how raw it feels. I love how it hurts before it gets better.
“You want to be stretched by two big fucking dicks?” Jack growls and it’s too much. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? That’s why you want two? You’re a greedy little girl who wants two dirty daddies all to herself.”
I’m a whimpering wreck as I tell them I want it. I’m a wriggling mess as I beg them both to give it to me.
“Put your fingers in her cunt,” Jack barks, and Mike grunts as he does. Two at first, and it’s tight, so fucking tight. Then three.
I curse under my breath, teeth gritted as both men work their fingers deep.
“You’re too fucking tight for two,” Jack says. “Not tonight, but we’ll fucking get there, I promise.” He pauses. “Take a deep breath like a good girl,” he tells me and I do.
I hiss it out as he pulls his fingers from my asshole, and gulp it back in as he drives his cock in there instead.
I’m tense, wired as Mike stills his fingers in my pussy.
“Take it,” Jack breathes. “Take it for Daddy like a good girl.”
I’m glad he says it. I’m glad he likes it too.
And I do take it for Daddy Jack. Oh, fuck I do.
“Fuck me, Daddy Jack!” I beg. “Fucking fuck me!”
And he does.
He fucks my ass so hard I see stars behind my eyes.
“Keep those fingers in that horny little snatch,” he barks to Mike, “make her take it.”
“Fuck,” Mike grunts, and I feel his cock throbbing against my belly.
“You’re gonna come inside her after me,” he growls. “It’s your turn for sloppy fucking seconds tonight.”
Mike fucks my pussy with his fingers as Jack pounds my ass, and I love it. I fucking love it.
Mike kisses me harder than I’ve ever been kissed and I fucking love that too.
“Dirty girl,” Jack breathes into my ear. “Look what you’re doing to us. Look
what you’re doing to poor Mike. I should put you over my fucking knee for being such a filthy little bitch.”
I gasp in air as Mike breaks the kiss, and I don’t know myself. I don’t know the little slut between these two men, but I like her.
“I’m gonna make you do everything,” I hiss. “I’m gonna make you do filthy fucking things to me, and filthy fucking things for me. I’m gonna make you do it all.”
“Promises,” Jack says.
And they are promises.
“Come in my fucking ass, Daddy Jack!”
“My fucking pleasure,” he replies, and slams me hard, once, twice, three times before he’s grunting in my ear.
And I’m coming too, coming around Mike’s fingers as he wriggles them inside me.
I’m still going as Jack pulls out and rolls me right over onto another man’s cock.
He rubs his wet dick against my clit as Michael shunts his whole fucking length in my dripping asshole.
I’m stretched. Used raw between two men, and I’ve never felt so wanted as I do right now.
It’s in the desperation of their touch, their rasping breath, the way they can’t get enough of the fucking crazy. My fucking crazy.
I’ve dreamed of one dirty daddy for as long as I can remember, and now I have two.
Michael surprises me when he lifts me up and onto him. I gasp as he wraps his arm around my neck and fucks me hard from underneath. I bounce on top of him, speared by his long hard fucking dick, powerless to fight it, even if I wanted to.
I like it that way. I like being their powerless little girl.
“Fuck, yes,” Jack says and climbs right up after both of us.
I flinch as he turns on the lamp and spreads my legs wide open so he can watch Michael’s dick pound the fuck out of me.
“We’re gonna fuck you two at once,” he says. “But not today. Soon, but not today.”
And then he sucks my desperate clit until Michael’s cum fills my ass after his. I don’t even need to ask him this time.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Michael
The whole town knows Carrie Wells is staying with Jack. Three different people question me on my way to the office, three nosey fuckers without anything better to be worrying about.
Yes, she’s staying with Jack. Yes, she’s working for him.
The gossips will talk, rumours will ripple. Maybe some of them will even be close to the truth.
I know I’m going to have to face Pam, but I head to my desk first and turn on my PC. I’ve no idea yet what I’m going to say to her, and I’ve never been a man to lie – that’s not my style, but I’m not about to offer up the full, honest truth to her either.
Not when I’m still coming to terms with it myself.
If I weren’t so invested in helping the poor kids on my books that need someone to fight their corner, none of this would bother me.
But there’s no arguing the fact that I’ve stepped over professional boundaries, even if Carrie Wells is a case all of her own. I’ve stepped over lines that would be impossible to justify to co-workers, and my board, and the agencies I work with.
I contemplate resigning, but the thought pains. I’m good at what I do. I work damn hard, give it everything I’ve got.
I care more about my job than anyone else in this building, but that won’t be enough.
Pam heads right on through before my day officially starts. She takes a seat opposite me, her back bolt upright as she clutches a file of paperwork in her lap.
“When did you know about Carrie Wells?” she asks.
I look her straight in the eye. “It moved fast, a couple of days ago. Jack came back from business and she was already at his. She said his fencing was a disgrace and he gave her a shot at fixing it.”
“I see.” She nods. “You didn’t say anything.”
“Rosie and Bill didn’t want to know. The police weren’t interested in locating her, not now she’s an adult, and officially she’s off our case list. I didn’t see what relevance it had.”
“It doesn’t,” she agrees. “But I’m still surprised you didn’t mention it.”
I don’t break the eye contact. “Well, now you know.”
“And this is permanent, is it? Her position on his property?”
“She’s doing a good job, he certainly has no complaints.”
She sighs. “Poor sod. I hope you’ve told him what he’s letting himself in for.”
And that’s it. I can see it in her eyes. She’s no more interested in Carrie Wells than anyone else around here beyond having someone to sigh and gawp over.
“Jack’s making good progress with her. We both are.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” she lies. “I hope the girl sorts herself out.” She taps her fingers on her paperwork and I wonder what it is now it’s obviously not my official written notice. “You haven’t been home this weekend, I take it that you’re helping Jack with Carrie?”
“I am.”
She smiles. “You really do take your work seriously, Michael.” The smile disappears as she flips open her file. “Which is why it pains me to say that the official quarter’s budget has been released. It’s another cut, I’m afraid. I only got the memo this morning.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Another cut? But they slashed it to bits last quarter.”
She sighs. “And they’re slashing it again. Donations aren’t what they once were and you know what the state of services is like around here. At this rate we won’t get any funding at all by the end of this financial year.”
Fuck.
It’s not that I haven’t seen the cuts to services. In a rural community like this they affect all of us. I’ve seen the local police cutbacks, I’ve watched smaller charity organisations fold under the pressure or merge with other branches. I’ve been at local school fundraisers, giving my time to fund things that should never have to be funded with private donations.
“We knew it was coming,” she says.
I shake my head. “I didn’t think we’d get hit with cutbacks twice in a row.”
She shrugs. “Yeah, well, me neither.” She hands the file across my desk and my mouth drops open as I see the scale of the deficit and the proposals in place to handle our existing commitments.
“No,” I say. “It can’t be.”
“It can be, and it is,” she says. “Two months tops with each of our cases from here on in, fortnightly sessions instead of weekly. I’m going to have to let a few members of the team go. I’ll break it to them after our morning catch up and call a team meeting later in the week to announce all this officially.”
“Fortnightly sessions for two months isn’t going to do anything to help these kids,” I tell her, like she doesn’t already know.
“My hands are tied,” she says. “All our hands are tied, we’re just going to have to do our best.”
But my best will never be good enough, not under these conditions.
My career is turning to dust before my eyes, not because of any dubious choices I’ve made this weekend, but because our whole funding infrastructure is going to the dogs.
“I’m sorry, Michael,” she says again. “I know how much this job means to you, I know how much you care about your service users.”
Service users.
She means kids. Kids without prospects. Kids who need us.
Kids who have been let down by the system.
Kids who’ve never known anyone to be on their side.
“We can’t work like this,” I tell her but she shrugs again.
“It’s not my call,” she says. “Please keep this to yourself until after the official announcement.”
Luckily, I’m good at keeping confidences.
I try to think of ways to reverse the funding decision right up until my first meeting.
But I have nothing.
Pam’s right, we can only do our best.
But my best isn’t going to be enough any longer. It’s going to be nowhere close.
It’s the same old office with the same old team in it. The same old faces asking me about my weekend out of politeness.
I give them the same old bland answers and wonder how I didn’t realise my life was so flat and dull before Carrie Wells came tumbling into it.
I normally struggle to give too much of my time to this business, but right now, with that delicious girl waiting at home for me, I’m struggling to give it any time at all.
I’ve never been so pleased to jump back in my car at the end of the work day. I’ve also never been so pleased to pull up onto my driveway to find Mike’s old car already parked in my space.
I’m grinning as I step through the front door, whistling a stupid tune as I head straight through to the kitchen.
“Someone’s happy,” Carrie says, but it seems like I’m the only one. She gestures at Mike, head resting on his palm as he flips through the local newspaper.
He looks like he’s had a pig of a day, but as I step closer it looks like it’s even more than that.
He’s on the job pages.
My mouth dries up. Surely Pam Clowes didn’t grill him that fucking hard about Carrie being here. Surely the prick didn’t fess up to fuck knows what.
“What’s going on?” I ask and it takes him a moment to meet my eyes. “What did you tell them?”
“Nothing,” he says. “None of this is about Carrie, it’s about the quarterly budget.”
I take a seat. “But they cut it last time round, they said it would hold for at least another six months.”
“Yeah, well they changed their mind. We’re forty percent down.”
“Forty?!”
That’s fucking ridiculous. That office is strapped enough for investment as it is. We’ve talked it through plenty of times. Mike’s even considered giving up some of his retirement fund to help out a little.
But this. This is something else.
“They’re letting George and Diane go at the end of this week.”
“And what about their workload?”
“Client funding is down from a six-month plan to two. Fortnightly instead of weekly. We’ll have to take on the backlog between the few of us left.”
“What do they expect of you? You’d have to be a miracle worker to get anywhere in that kind of window. You won’t even be able to liaise with the agencies, the conversation chain will be over before you’ve even had a chance to action the paperwork, you’ll be starting afresh each time.”