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Author Note: This is a low-probability happy ending to the twin problems of no-climax and loneliness that comprise the plot, but I don’t think that makes it very different from other unrealistic fantasies found on this site. Also, lots of inner turmoil thoughts for the heroine interrupt the more usual fucking parts that are the primary reason for dipping into any of these stories, so pass this by unless you’re super-interested in how she resolves her problems.
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A triple play and joyful surrender
Week 8
We were about to head out on a Friday night, and I was dressed in a mid-thigh shape-enhancing dress that hugged my body, primarily to flaunt my sexiness and turn Daddy on, of course. When he saw me, he immediately smiled and came in for a welcome kiss-and-clutch…telling me how sexy I was and confirming to me it was the right decision to dress this way for him. As the kissing lingered, his strong fingers dug deeper into my yielding and welcoming butt-flesh and I could see his sexual temperature was rising fast.
So I wasn’t totally surprised by his next move…we were near his kitchen table, a solid wood affair, and he pivoted me neatly to the edge of the table and firmly pressed my shoulders, forcing my dress-covered tits down to the cool wood and positioning me in the classically obedient secretary-bent-over-the-desk-for-fucking position.
Why wait until after dinner…if I had put him in the mood now…
“That young, tight ass of yours looks fantastic in that dress, pun’kin!”
“I’m glad you like it Daddy! I’m wearing it for you.”
He flipped the dress above my hips and drew down (and off) my panties (with my total approval, of course) to lay bare my naked, rounded ass for further admiration. But he never took a hand off my back, which forced me to stay bent over and sexually available on the table, both being inspected and admired by Daddy and there to fuck if he chose.
As he continued to compliment me verbally, while holding me down physically with his left hand, he ran his right hand across my butt-cheeks, and down my ass-crack, rubbing my pussy lips. My body started responding naturally to his desire and intention for a quickie right here, right now. I could feel my pussy-lips swell with blood and moisten with excitement and I quietly cooed and gyrated, inviting him with body language to take me, hoping he would.
As he took his pussy-moistened fingers off my ass and I heard him unzip his fly, I clenched my pussy in anticipation of a male decision made and the certainty now that I would be penetrated by cock.
“Such a naughty girl you are…to dress so sexily…forcing me to fuck you before dinner…I think we’ll have to think about a triple play tonight…”
I didn’t know what he was talking about, but didn’t care as his thickening cock made contact with my excited, and now-wet cunt.
With his left hand still holding me down, silently telling me stay in the private secretarial fucking position – albeit at his house rather than at the office – his right hand guided his cock up and down the crease of my twin cheeks, using my glistening labia as a masturbation device to reach full hardness while simultaneously lubing it for penetration.
I shuddered in anticipation, at the beginning of this weekend with Daddy, of my turned-on man taking me while his blood was up.
When he positioned his hard-on higher up rather than lower down, I figured out he was going to analize rather than pussify me, so I clenched my ass just for fun…wanting to provide at least a little bit of resistance, even though I was bent over, excited, and ready to go.
But I was in an impossible position to provide even a little bit of resistance (and it wasn’t like I wanted him to fail). His dick was rock-hard, lubed from dipping briefly into my pussy while he stroked himself to hardness and teased my pussy with his glans, and the feeling was incredible as he positioned that same mushroom cap at the top of his shaft at my asshole and started putting pressure on my pucker with forward movement of his hips.
When my sphincter gave way, and he broke through, I gasped in a combination of pain and excitement and loved the feeling of being anally violated by my sexual Daddy after I’d purposefully tried to turn him on.
He pressed all the way home and I oomphed in sympathy.
“You are so, so tight, babe”
“I feel like you’re splitting me in TWO, Daddy! It always feels good to take your big, hard dick up my ass…mmmmmmmm…I love it up there,” said teasingly and encouragingly.
He took his left hand off my shoulders, but I kept the top half of my body prone against the wooden table and spread the upside down V of my legs slightly wider to accommodate the fuck. He shifted both hands to my hips to pull apart my cheeks and obtain the needed leverage to get his buried dick even deeper into my now-stretched-and-filled rectum, before eskort bursa starting a fucking rhythm that matched his mood…excited, medium, determined, insistent.
The feel of his turned-on, blood-filled, dick sliding back and forth in my rear passage was definitely a great way to start my weekend with him, making me feel sexy, desirable, wanted, irresistible – all great feelings for a girl with loneliness problems.
I hadn’t sucked his cock this morning and we didn’t have any sex the previous day…and I couldn’t remember about Wednesday (which was understandable since I was in the middle of being ass-fucked), so he had had at least two days off and maybe three, so I could feel everything about this spur-of-the-moment quickie anal fuck building to a fast orgasm for him.
And as his dick swelled and spasmed inside the business end of my large intestine, I thrilled to the feeling of multiple blasts of spasming, flexing, spurting dick delivering his more-than-usual accumulated jism (since he emptied his nut so often into me because I would barely let a day go by without seeing him) into my accepting and well-fucked colon.
“Wow! That was great, pumpkin! I came fast and hard. It felt so good to be buried up your ass with you squeezing the life out of me!”
“That was great Daddy! Thank you filling your little girl up!”
He still hadn’t pulled out and I luxuriated in the feeling of his softening dick inside me as we pillow-talked (even though we were technically not in bed).
“I don’t want my cum leaking out of you when we go out, though…since I filled you up pre-date rather than post-date…let me plug you up here so that Daddy’s jism doesn’t get wasted.”
While saying this, he did pull his dick out, but he replaced the emptiness quickly with an anal plug that he must have had handy. The rounded part was painful going in, but then my sphincter snapped closed around the narrow part and I could tell that it was big enough that it definitely wouldn’t slip out. I was still stuffed, but in a different way and his jism was safely locked behind the big plug. Lovely…
He sure knew how to keep me on my toes! I would be thinking about that plug as long as it was in there.
He pulled up my panties after having me step into them, flipped my hip-hugging dress, that had started all the kerfuffle, back down – we both got decent, I got a washcloth to clean off his dick (and hopefully prep it for further action later on tonight), and then we went out for a wonderful dinner filled with fun sexual overtones and innuendo as I sat on my plug exercising my pelvic muscles unconsciously by clenching on and off of it, enjoyed the lingering pain of him anally violating me and we talked and flirted about things both important and inconsequential.
On the way home – I told him I didn’t want to go out dancing – I just wanted more sex if he’d give it me, I attacked his cock across the bench seat and was gratified to see him “rise” to the occasion and got super-excited myself about getting a follow-up fuck from him. I didn’t think he’d go into my ass again, since he didn’t like sloppy seconds, but I was totally up for it if he wanted to drill me in my butthole a second time, especially after I was so insistent earlier in the relationship that I wanted equal time for ass and pussy.
But it was missionary…with lots of kissing, breast-massaging, nipple-rolling, legs up, legs down. It was super-sexy that he just left the plug in (I touched it a few times reaching down, not able to help myself when my legs were up and confirmed it was a glass plug).
This second fuck of the night ended the way some previous ones had, with my legs down, him building to orgasm by grinding slightly up into my pelvic bone to create the friction and contact necessary to get him over the top (and in a way that I’m sure would have led to a clitoral orgasm for a more capable girl) and his cock depositing deeply into my jism-craving pussy.
And now I had a load in both my ass and my pussy – how life had improved since meeting this insatiable man.
But the night had started early, really. He’d gotten off a bit early, I’d teased him and turned him on about 6 pm. He’d finished anally quickie-fucking my by 6:15. Dinner was done by 8 pm and since I was sucking him in the car on the way home, he’d finished missionary-cunt-fucking me by 9 pm. The night was still young and he wasn’t falling asleep…which meant he was chatting with me, touching me, twirling the anal plug inside me, keeping me turned on by doing so, running his fingers in and out of my pussy and making me lick his fingers clean of the second load of cum he’d deposited in my pussy, all of it just keeping me alive to his mood.
By 10:30 pm, I was wondering if he was going to fuck me again…and even though I was fully satisfied, I was totally willing to play along if that’s what he wanted.
I was right about his mood because as the nightstand bursa escortlar clock ticked toward 11 pm, his body language changed and it looked like he was going to want one more orgasm.
“I think it’s time to complete this triple play, babe…I’ve taken you anally and cuntally…I want to finish the fantasy and have you suck my cock to complete this little evening of fun, here…are you up for it?”
Now his earlier reference made sense – some sort of triple-cum fantasy in each of my holes. I smirked inwardly at his teenage fantasy, but I liked him enough to agree right away, in the way he expected – which was with feminine enthusiasm for his GREAT (wink wink) idea.
And now I wondered if had PURPOSELY held off the last few days fucking me until tonight to help make this cheesy fantasy a reality.
But I was also not looking forward to trying to pull a third load of jism out of him in such a short time. The ass fuck had only lasted a few minutes – he’d been unable to hold back for long. The second fuck of the night, the missionary fuck, had gone on at least 10 minutes, maybe 20 – as he mashed my tits, plowed my pussy, stroked me deep, before grinding gently but insistently into his second climax. I was totally willing to try for a third one, but I imagined my lips being numb by the end of it.
But his excitement and enthusiasm was not to be denied. We actually moved to the living room, both naked, he sat down on the couch and motioned me to my knees. To top it all off, he turned the TV on, switched over to the Internet and put on some porn that I could hear behind me as I went down on him.
So: Naked, ass-fucked, cum-filled, anal-plugged, kneeling, submissive, porn on for his viewing pleasure, younger girl to service him, I lowered my head to capture my Daddy’s cock in my mouth and circle his balls with my hand – and started worshipping cock.
His shaft “rose” again to the occasion with the help of a willing mouth, three days of rest, an obedient, willing, younger and well-put-together girl between his knees, and whatever his preferred porn was going on in the background behind my bobbing-for-male-cum head.
And he didn’t ignore me either as he kept up his usual constant and appreciated physical contact with me, even as my mouth maintained constant physical contact with his by-degrees soft, half-hard, and hard shaft. The way he variously and severally held my head down, pulled my hair, squeezed my tits, and rolled my nipples while I sucked him kept me engaged and happy about the whole slightly-perverted scene.
Once I felt he was within range of cumming, I started to moan quietly in encouragement and was suitably rewarded, within a reasonably short period of time, with his third orgasm of the night, but now delivered and ingested orally rather than in my pussy or up my ass.
“MMMmmmm…what a GOOD girl you are…what a LUCKY guy I am.”
“You ARE lucky…but I am too, Daddy. Thank you for taking such good care of me. It is SSOOOO sexy to be filled in all three holes with your cum.”
We cuddled a bit, but I could tell his “mission” for the evening was complete and he began to drift off to sleep while rubbing me down post-orgasm…so I urged him to turn off the porn and come back to bed so I could get my fetish in as well…a long, comfortable, warm night next to the man I’d found and surrendered to…and who accepted me for what I COULD give rather than asking me for what I could NOT give.
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The Crisis Arrives
And now a stressful twist to my hopefully happy-ending tale of how my loneliness was cured.
The very next morning, Saturday, after I’d taken care of his wake-up hard-on, we’d showered and rinsed, and we’d headed out to a nearby diner for breakfast, he broached a BIG surprise.
“I need to tell you something…and I don’t think you’re going to like it.”
“Uh oh…let me have it.”
“We met each other on a one-night stand that turned into something much, much better from my standpoint.”
“Mine too…”
“But I did have a girl that I saw every once in a while, who was into my dominant side or, more accurately, my sadistic side…we saw each other when the mood struck us both, usually once or twice a month…and I’ve been putting her off for more than two months now because of you – I haven’t seen her since a few weeks before that Friday night when you let me pick you up at the bar…”
“Okay…so…”
…but I can’t put her off any longer. I’m ready to tell her that I’m in a more valuable relationship that requires monogamy…but I feel honor-bound to give her one last roll in the hay, so to speak.”
Something inside me went cold with fear and dread, as well as a little bit of anger.
“I guess if you’re going to give her a last fuck, then our current relationship isn’t yet monogamous, is it?”
“It has been until today …which is why I’m bursa eskortlar bringing it up. Here’s another chance to chuck me aside and look for a more even-handed dating situation. Don’t get me wrong, I like you a lot and am going to cut this string because I DO like you so much, but I have a prior relationship obligation that I need to tie off.”
“I’m not sure how much of an obligation it is, if you’re going to fuck her.”
He smiled in response and shrugged his soldiers.
“You’re right. I’ll enjoy fucking her, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have an obligation to fuck her after putting her off for two months without explanation.”
I knew enough about him to know I couldn’t stop him – he was easy to manipulate about things he didn’t care too much about – or when the manipulation led to greater pleasure or more options for him, but hard to manipulate on issues of importance…but I was jealous regardless. We were both adults, both with pasts, I knew he’d fucked other girls – heck, I’d fucked lots of other guys and he didn’t hold THAT against ME – and our thing HAD started out as a one-night stand that got off the launch pad right away rather than a church social that had a long ramp-up – which might have allowed him to ramp down with somebody else, but this girl represented a threat nonetheless. What was she providing that I couldn’t?
“You know how needy I am about being WITH you. If you have to see her, can I be there?”
That question took him aback, and he took a moment to process it, but as always, he took me seriously and responded honestly.
“I’m not sure how well that would go. She’s a masochist more than she is a submissive – she needs her buttons pushed correctly to have fun. I won’t be treating her very well at all…I don’t know how she’ll react to an audience, I don’t know how well I WILL REACT to an audience and I’m not sure I want YOU to see how sadistic I will be with her. I also wouldn’t want to be stressed about you and then not give HER what she expects and NEEDS.”
“What if I’m invisible? What if I stay in the closet, or something like that? She won’t know…I won’t be in the way…I just don’t want to be away from you. I promise, I won’t interfere.”
What I really wanted, if I couldn’t tell him no – and I didn’t think I could do that – was to see WHY he wanted to fuck her again, when I was giving him everything he’d asked for. My need for relationship-control was there…but my need for information about his sexual likes was also right up there as well.
“Did you hear me tell you that I’m not going to treat her well? I’m not going to look like a good person when you see me put her through what she needs in order to be able to get off…and which I enjoy inflicting.”
“Quit with the bullshit and the false modesty…you know I’m into you…you know I’m across your dominant, punishment impulses…the way you take me over your knee…or use the belt…don’t think I don’t suspect how experienced you are and how ‘gentle’ you’ve been with me.”
I said this with a smile and good humor…I was fairly confident that my full embrace of being his cock-worshipping girlfriend and bondage-toy was an unbeatable combination in terms of making him mine, but I wanted to treat him gently if this was a crisis to get past in order to keep him and have an appropriate denouement to this other relationship and a happy ending to this fairly-tale that I was caught up in.
One last fuck with a particular kind of on-the-side girl shouldn’t get between me and long-term happiness with a great guy. I was NOT going to over-react and ruin the best thing I’d ever had in my life – plentiful sex, no recriminations or pressure to climax, great companionship, a man in my life who was usually there, who I could look forward to seeing regularly and showing up, a REAL man.
“Tonight, then? At my place? You in the closet, quiet as a church-mouse? Me and her in the bedroom?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Well! What more can I ask for…,” he smiled with an expectant rise in his voice…
Ah…he could ask for a blowjob from the girl he was dating…AFTER he told said girl he was going to fuck ANOTHER girl THIS VERY EVENING, but didn’t want to have to ask his girlfriend for the blowjob while cheating on her…he just wanted it OFFERED.
WHAT A FUCKING BASTARD!!
But I took the cue he was giving me…
“Can you please take me home, so I can get on my knees and suck your cock, Daddy? Please? Please! The thought of watching you dominate, punish and then fuck your OTHER girlfriend while I get to watch has put me in SUCH a mood to suck your cock…”
I only put a little bit of sarcasm in my voice while making the offer and accompanied the back-handed request with a knowing smile.
“That sounds like a good idea to me, pun’kin. I’m glad you offered, my little cuck-quean. You’re being very understanding,” he said smiling.
Cuck-queen? What the hell was that? Another word to look up, I guess.
We got home and he got hard pretty quick after I got on my knees and started spit-polishing his shaft.
He got even harder after he pulled out his phone and made the arrangements with this mystery girl WHILE I WAS sucking his cock!!
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