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ASL2: Chapter 102 "Daddy"
🕑 Added 2022-08-05 15:01:03 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 102: Daddy --
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-- FRIDAY, AUGUST 21, 2009 (TWO WEEKS LATER) --
[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]
“You’ve been a naughty little girl, haven’t you?” I scolded disapprovingly to the young woman kneeling on the floor. She was bent over face-down on the couch, Her long hair was tied up into a tight bun: a convenient grip for my left hand to tug back on, which I did none-too-gently to yank her face up and off the couch cushion. “Misbehaving in someone’s place of business! You should be ashamed of yourself!”
“I am ashamed of myself, Daddy! I have been a naughty little girl!” she whined plaintively.
“And you know what happens to naughty little girls, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy!” she whimpered. Her face was ashen with apology but her eyes sparkled with delight as she squealed, “Naughty little girls get spanked!”
[THWACK!]
“Yes!”
[THWACK!]
“YES!”
[THWACK!]
“YES!”
“You’re such a naughty little girl: getting aroused feeling your Daddy spank your naked bottom.” I let my right hand rest on her reddened asscheeks, cupped my palm, and then dipped my middle fingers lower through her cleft. “Your panties are completely soaked. They’re useless now!”
“You’re right, Daddy. I should take them off. They only get in the way.” Reaching back with both hands, she started tugging the flimsy black satin material down her well-toned legs.
My middle finger brushed up against a foreign object. “What’s this I feel? It’s hard and metal and… Did you get your clit pierced?!?”
“Mmm… that’s a new one, Daddy. You like it? I got it special for you. Ohhh, yeahhh… Tug on it, Daddy! Rub me! Harder, Daddy! Your fingers keep slipping off!”
“My fingers can’t NOT slip off. You’re soaking wet! Here, I’ll get a better grip with my thumb in your pussy.”
“Oh yes, Daddy! Rub me! Rub me! It’s so good! But I want more than you’re your thumb in me. It feels good but I want something bigger! Ohmigawd, Daddy! Yes! YES! Another finger! More! Another one! Fuck! FUCK!”
[THWACK!] I had to let go of her hair and use my left hand. My right hand was… occupied.
“That’s a curse word, young lady!” I scolded. “And you’ll get another spank if you use it again!”
“Fuck-FUCK!”
[THWACK!] [THWACK!]
“Fuck-FUCK!”
[THWACK!] [THWACK!]
“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!”
[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]
“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!”
[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]
“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!! FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!! I’M CUMMING, DADDY! I’M CUMMING ON YOUR PUMPING FINGERS! FUCK! FUCK! HOLY SHIT!!! NOT THERE, DADDY! THAT’S THE WRONG HOLE! OHMIGAWWWD! YOUR THUMB IS IN MY BUTTHOLE, DADDY! THAT’S THE WRONG HOLE! YOU’VE GOT FOUR FINGERS IN MY LITTLE GIRL PUSSY AND YOUR THUMB IN MY POOR BUTTHOLE! I’M SORRY, DADDY! I’M SORRY FOR MISBEHAVING! I’M-SORRY-I’M-SORRY-AHHH-AHHH-AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!! I’M CUMMING AGAIN! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!!”
[THWACK!] “Naughty!”
[THWACK!] “Little!”
[THWACK!] “Girls!”
[THWACK!] “Get!”
[THWACK!] “Spanked!”
[THWACK!] “When!”
[THWACK!] “They!”
[THWACK!] “Mis-!”
[THWACK!] “Behave!”
[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]
“YES! YES! YYYEEESSS!!!”
Wet juices started squirting out and around the tightly pressed cracks and crevices around my plunging fingers as my “Little girl’s” inner cunt muscles clenched and contracted in a cataclysmic climax. I kept my thumb buried up her butt while continuing to cram all four of my other fingers into her cunt, more or less vibrating my hand with the kind of rapid-fire speed normally reserved for high-speed pick-and-place machines.
“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!” the bent-over babe howled into the couch cushion, arms spread to the sides and fingers disappearing into the crack beneath the backrest to find something to grab onto. Face-down with her miniskirt bunched up around her waist and her soaked black satin panties down around her knees, the gorgeous girl’s shapely ass spasmed and shook beneath my assault as she came and she came and she CAME. My wrist actually started to tire out but she just kept cumming, until at last with one final squirt that soaked the carpet between her knees, her legs gave out and she collapsed. And had it not been for my fingers buried in both of her holes, her spineless body would’ve slipped down to the floor.
But I held her up on just the fingers of my right hand until I managed to scoop my left forearm beneath her belly and hold her up. I pulled the fingers of my right hand out of her lewdly-stretched snatch and asshole, ever so gently used both arms to roll her over face-up while trying to keep my soaked digits from touching anything. And then I hoisted the sweaty and exhausted half-naked woman up and into my arms before pivoting to sit down on her therapist’s couch so I could catch my breath.
Iris Greenslade lay sideways in my lap, her head cradled in the crook of my left elbow. Her Disney Princess-sized green eyes looked even larger behind her chunky black-frame glasses but were glazed over, staring up at me with an unfocused, dazed expression. I watched twittering bluebirds flying in circles over her head and observed the way the marbles rolled around haphazardly in her mind, feeling both pride in my ability to produce such overwhelming sensations in a beautiful woman for the very first time as well as a touch of concern that wouldn’t go away until she snapped out of it and reassured me she was alright. The girls always came around eventually, so I wasn’t overly worried, but I still breathed easier once they did all the same.
All of a sudden I felt Summer sucking on my fingers and turned to look. I’d parked my right elbow on the armrest, and my girlfriend knelt on the floor staring up at me with her own sort of Disney Princess wide-eyed gaze as she slurped Iris’s orgasmic nectar off my soaked digits. My royal-blue-eyed beauty beamed up at me, a ravishing redhead with her copper tresses tied up into a now-mussed up bun. Summer had re-dyed her hair back to the color she favored the most, in part because it had been her mother’s final hair color. She’d gone purple in the first place out of a sense of mourning, and her choice to return to copper-red was a symbolic statement of her readiness to move forward.
The chunky black-frame glasses Summer wore over her royal-blue eyes, however, were pure tease. The lenses had no magnification and the glasses served no function except to mess with Iris. I still don’t know exactly why Summer got it into her head to set a goal of seducing our therapist, but she had certainly been working at it over the course of several sessions until she got her “Eureka!” moment this week.
I’d actually stopped seeing Iris for therapy sessions. Now that Adrienne and I were engaged and we’d put the immediate crisis of Dawn’s pregnancy in the rearview mirror, I REALLY didn’t want to talk anymore. I felt like I’d done WAY too much talking over the past several months and was just OVER the whole thing. But Summer kept visiting twice a week, and on Monday night when I came home after work, my super-perky, super-horny girlfriend started crawling all over me, climbing into my lap and giving me wet, messy kisses while adopting the “Baby Girl” persona she roleplayed every so often. And the next thing I knew my “Baby Girl” was giving me a sloppy, faux-inexperienced blowjob that led to the horny sexpot begging “Big Daddy” to be gentle as he took her “virginity”.
It never occurred to me on Monday night to connect Summer’s therapy session with Iris to “Baby Girl’s” sex session with “Big Daddy”. I figured that Summer was just horny and in a mood. And last night when Summer asked me to join her Friday afternoon appointment, it never occurred to me it would be any different from any of our previous counseling sessions. My first clue was when we entered the office and Iris stood up to greet us, and only then did I notice that Summer was dressed almost identically to our comely counselor: prim business jacket, crisp blouse, matching miniskirt, and black stiletto pumps. Summer’s lustrous, copper-red locks didn’t match Iris’s platinum-blonde tresses, but my girlfriend had put her hair up into a no-nonsense bun. And when Summer pulled out those chunky black-frame glasses, both Iris and I knew that something was up.
“What are you doing, Summer?” Iris asked curiously, coolly evaluating the younger woman and taking a step back to fully look her up and down. The only significant difference in their outfits was that Summer had elected to also wear thigh-high black stockings.
Summer didn’t answer except to approach me. “I’ve been a naauughty little girl, Daddy,” she husked in a baby doll voice.
“Umm, what?” I stammered in surprise.
“Naughty little girls who misbehave should get punished, don’t you think?” Summer giggled coyly, took me by the hands, and backed up towards the couch.
I was too surprised to resist and let Summer park me on the couch. I gawked at Iris, who gawked at me in shocked surprise as well. My normally cool and collected counselor looked frozen in place, her eyes wide in disbelief. For some reason, Iris’s shocked-stillness made me go into vapor-lock up as well, and I kept my gaze fixed directly on her until the moment that Summer finally got my penis out and my “Baby Girl” started cramming “Big Daddy’s” big dick into her mouth.
Only then did I groan and stare down at the gorgeous redhead giving me a blowjob on our therapist’s couch. “Summer, Summer, Summer,” I stammered, taking hold of her head and trying to gently pry her off. “We shouldn’t be-- Holy shit!”
The impish redhead had abruptly deep-throated my dick and also snaked her tongue out to lick my balls at the same time, the sensation heightened by the way her new tongue stud scraped against the sensitive skin of my sac. I groaned and grabbed her head with both hands, reflexively pinning her skull down against my crotch while thrusting my pelvis up to really skewer the sexy siren on my steel-hard stiff schlong.
But I sagged back a moment later and relaxed my grip. Summer popped off my prick and looked up at me with a scolding expression. “Big Daddy always told his Baby Girl not to use curse words like that. Baby Girl would get punished for using a curse word like that. Words like ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ and ‘ram your big dick deep into my virgin asshole, Big Daddy’! Words like that! Oops? Does that count? I think I’ve been a baaad Baby Girl. That was a lot of curse words, wasn’t it, Big Daddy? I think Baby Girl needs to get punished.”
And with that, Summer thrust her ass up into the air and got to her feet while keeping her head down so that she remained bent over. She bunched up her miniskirt around her waist, revealing to both Iris and me not only that she’d gone without panties underneath, but that she had a glistening diamond butt-plug decorating her asshole as well.
“Spank me, Big Daddy,” my Baby Girl crooned in a tiny, kawaii-cute baby girl voice, sticking out her tongue and showing off the stud before biting her pinky and flashing me a coy, teasing grin. “Spank me hard.”
Iris’s legs buckled, and she nearly collapsed. As it was, she managed to stagger over to her usual armchair and sat down in a heap. Her gaze was fixated on Summer’s bare booty, and she had all the hallmarks of a girl in heat: wide eyes, flushed skin, and panting breath. She rubbed her thighs together, quite clearly interested in witnessing what would come next.
So I went with it.
I spanked Summer.
I spanked Summer hard.
And I swear Iris had a mini-cum right then and there.
Oh, yeah. It. Is. ON.
So I let the sexual creature come out to play.
Iris never got out of that armchair, at least not at first. She stared, enraptured, watching “Big Daddy” play with his “Baby Girl”. I spanked my naughty, misbehaving miscreant. I fingerbanged Summer’s sopping wet pussy. I yanked her blouse open, jerked her bra aside, and suckled on her pink teats.
I grabbed my redhead’s red head by her bun and slammed her skull down into my crotch, choking my “Baby Girl” on “Big Daddy’s” big dick. And while pinning her head down with my left hand, I bent forward to take great big, heaving swats at my “Baby Girl’s” buttcheeks until both of them were red and raw.
“Baby Girl” came twice, her first orgasm self-inflicted while I masturbated myself with her skull and ordered her to “Take it! Take it! Take it!” with every up-and-down two-handed thrust.
Her second orgasm came while she was face-down and bent over the therapy couch, with me fingerbanging both her holes with my right hand, spanking her buttcheeks with my left, and scolding her not to use curse words while she howled, “FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!” or “SSSSHHHHIIIITTTT!!!” at the top of her lungs.
I sincerely hoped Iris’s office had good sound-proofing.
No sooner had Summer finished screaming than Iris parked herself face-down on the couch right next to her. My superlatively sexy psychologist bunched up her miniskirt around her waist, exposing soaked black satin panties. Speaking of psychology, I found myself really curious to understand exactly what was going through Iris’s mind to make her toss all of her professional restraint aside and so wantonly invite one of her clients to come ravage her.
Afterwards. That curiosity came to me after I fucked her pretty little brains out.
In the moment itself, the only thing running through my mind were Iris’s plaintive words in a desperately horny voice.
“Spank me, Daddy! I’ve been a baaad girl! A naughty girl! And naughty girls deserve to get spanked!”
So I spanked her.
A lot.
And I fingerfucked her.
A lot.
And I rubbed her clitoral hood piercing and shoved my thumb in her ass and vibrated my hand like one of those pick-and-place machines until she started squirting orgasmic juices all over my wrist as she came and came and CAME.
Once Iris had finished cumming, I picked her up into my lap and sat down to catch my breath. Summer came to kneel beside the couch, slurping Iris’s orgasmic nectar off my soaked digits. And I smirked at my girlfriend, shaking my head in disbelief as I asked her, “What the hell just happened?”
“You fucked the shit outta me without even taking your dick out,” Iris moaned before Summer could reply, making me whip my gaze around back to her.
“Technically, my dick is out,” I muttered, glancing down at my erection trapped beneath Iris’s lower back.
“And if you loved what Big Daddy could do to you with just his fingers, just wait until he uses his big dick on your Little Girl pussy instead!” Summer chirped helpfully, getting up to lean on the armrest with both hands and smile down at our sweaty, post-orgasmic therapist.
Iris’s… uh… irises started to glow just then. Her lips had already been parted as she panted for breath, but the corners of her mouth curled upward in a half-smile of eager excitement, and the pace of her panting shifted ever so noticeably from weary “catching my breath” to eager “please-please-please-please-please!”
She shivered and sat up just a bit, staring straight up into my eyes. “I need it, Big Daddy. I need your big dick deep inside me.”
Iris’s green eyes glittered with excitement as she crab-walked backwards, sliding herself off my lap along the length of her office couch. She still wore her business jacket, although it was now fully-unbuttoned throat-to-tails. She’d likewise undone the top four buttons of her blouse, exposing a black satin bra. Her miniskirt was still bunched up around her waist with her matching black satin panties around her knees, exposing the red-worn labia of her puffy pink pussy, and as soon as she set her bare butt down on the couch cushion beside me, she quickly pulled her knees back towards her chest, kicked off her black stiletto pumps, and then spread her legs open wide, with her left foot on the floor and her right leg up and over the backrest.
“Take me, Daddy,” Iris crooned, tugging her blouse open and then yanking the bra up to her neck to expose her big breasts. And with desperation in her voice she whimpered, “Take me, take me, take me.”
I sat up, snaked my pants down to my ankles, stepped out of my shoes, and then kicked off my pants. I didn’t bother undoing my shirt or tie, I just knelt on the couch cushion and then dropped over my half-naked therapist.
“Take me, Daddy,” Iris repeated, reaching down between us to grab my dick for the very first time, and she paused for a moment, staring rapturously at the thick column of throbbing meat in her hands as if it were a priceless holy relic. But after only a moment, she tugged it into place, notching my plump mushroom head at the entrance of her folds. She didn’t let go, still holding onto my broad shaft as she looked up into my eyes, her own green irises glittering as she intoned once more, “Take me, Daddy. Take your little girl hard.”
And then I thrust.
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Daddy pounded his Little Girl into the couch until she screamed her pretty little head off twice. Then he pulled out, flipped her over so that she was bent over and braced against the backrest, and he pounded her again while rubbing her clit ring, spanking her ass, and telling her that this was how naughty little girls got punished.
And then he told her that if she wanted to be a good little girl, she should learn to love eating pussy.
So that’s how Summer wound up slumped in the therapist armchair with her legs flung over the armrests, holding Iris’s head to her crotch while staring back at me through those fake black-frame glasses with sparkling royal-blue eyes and the biggest shit-eating grin on her face.
Summer was happy.
Summer was radiant.
Daddy pounded his Little Girl to one more orgasm before he got ready to blow, and he pulled out while ordering both his little girls to kneel before him.
It was quite a trip to stare down at Summer’s and Iris’s smiling faces, both of them with their hair pinned up in mussed-up buns, both of them with chunky black-frame glasses, and both with their bare tits hanging out of their unbuttoned blouses and business jackets. I stroked my shaft a half-dozen times before pinching just below the mushroom head and groaning as I felt the pressure burst. Several shots sprayed out in rapid succession, splattering first over Iris’s glasses to make her green eyes blink and coating her nose and cheeks as well, and then I pivoted to aim another series of shots that plastered across Summer’s glasses, forehead, and nose. When I started to lose power, Iris darted forward to take my dick from me and pop the mushroom head into her mouth, sucking powerfully to slurp out every last drop. Summer whimpered with obvious need but waited obediently, not interfering. And she was rewarded a minute earlier when Iris turned to seal their lips together and extend her tongue into my girlfriend’s mouth to share Daddy’s cum.
I sighed and staggered back to the couch to sit down and watch with a silly smirk as Daddy’s Little Girls started licking strings of semen from each other’s faces. They were quite sloppy and messy and missed a lot of cum, getting distracted as they were by hungrily kissing each other again and pawing at each other’s boobs.
The cum-soaked glasses got removed and placed onto the sofa table next to Iris’s armchair. The girls then helped each other strip off their jackets, bras, and blouses. The bunched-up miniskirts around their waists, however, still remained. And of course Summer was wearing the black thigh-high stockings.
Now nearly-naked, the girls fell to the floor and Summer started kissing her way down Iris’s body, murmuring, “I need to taste you.” And a moment later, Iris moaned while holding the redhead’s red head to her crotch.
After a few seconds, though, from her position flat on her back, Iris tilted her head to look back at me upside-down, and her eyes got big. “Holy shit you’re already hard again?!”
I hadn’t moved from my spot on the couch, still wearing my shirt and tie, although I was bottomless from the waist down. I relaxed comfortably on the couch, my thick column of meat proudly erect in salute to the sexy babes before me. And I shrugged while replying nonchalantly, “This is pretty standard for me.”
Summer giggled and sat up. “That’s a curse word, Little Girl. I think you deserve another spanking.”
“I’ve got a better idea,” I intoned quite seriously, my ego puffed up and a wicked grin on my face. “I think both of Daddy’s Little Girls should come give Daddy a blowjob together.”
Iris giggled and looked down at Summer. A moment later, Summer scrambled forward on all fours, declaring, “Me first!”
“No, me first!” Iris squawked, grabbing Summer’s ankle and yanking back on it hard enough to cause Summer to collapse.
But then when Iris scrambled forward on all fours, Summer quickly pounced onto Iris’s back, pinning the older girl to the floor. And my randy redheaded girlfriend smiled merrily as she parked herself in front of my lap and swiftly sealed her lips around my shaft.
“Baby Girl,” I intoned severely, grabbing Summer’s head and removing her mouth from my dick. “That was very, very naughty.”
“She started it!” Summer whined.
“Summer!” I scolded.
She reacted to my use of her first name as if I’d slapped her across the face. She visibly quailed, and then ducked her head down and started slurping on my dick while giving me big, blue doe eyes and an apologetic look as if she could somehow make it up to me with a blowjob.
I simply glared at her.
Pulling off, Summer murmured in a tiny voice, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
I sighed. “Get off your sister.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Summer’s eyes glittered at my use of the term ‘sister’, and she readily shifted aside, once again smiling.
Iris popped into Summer’s spot, and without a second’s hesitation, our therapist leaped forward to start sucking on my dick with incredible suction that made me groan and hold her head.
“Say sorry to your sister,” I growled to Summer.
“Sorry, Big Sissy,” Summer mumbled with mock sadness.
“Kiss her.”
Summer leaned in to peck Iris’s cheek.
“Slide your head down between Big Sissy’s legs and lick her pussy.”
Summer’s eyes lit up, and for a moment she seemed confused whether she should reply with contriteness or joy, whether she should bow her head and accept her punishment or grin and eagerly leap for the opportunity.
In the end she sort of did both bowing her head trying to look contrite but utterly failing as she grinned and replied, “Yes, Daddy! Happy to, Daddy!” She then scrambled around to lie flat on her back and then scooch backwards until she had her head between Iris’s kneeling legs. And within moments Iris started squirming as Summer and her tongue stud began to go to work.
But despite the distraction, Daddy’s Little Girl relished her first chance to really enjoy giving Daddy a blowjob. She stared up at me with those really big Disney Princess eyes, no longer partially blocked from view by her glasses. She was quite pretty to begin with, but now without the glasses in the way and several luscious locks of platinum-blonde hair falling loose from her bun, she was absolutely stunning.
Agree to disagree. I happen to like her better with the glasses on.
She’s a total smokeshow with the glasses on, I’ll give you that. But right at this moment…
You’re just saying that because she’s got your dick in her mouth. Every girl looks hotter with your dick in her mouth.
You’re not wrong, but that doesn’t mean she’s any less stunning.
For example, I’d seen her like this once before (and without my dick in her mouth), at the nightclub that Friday night two weeks ago. I remembered gazing into Iris’s deep irises, seeing the flames of her lust within, only to be extinguished before those flames could get out of control.
Well the flames were certainly out of control now. Iris gazed up at me with blazing heat, roaring hot and yet unhurried. She took her time and did her best to show off her skill, although in truth she was an amateur compared to the blowjob queens of my harem. Perhaps that evaluation of her abilities was reflected in my eyes, because Iris genuinely looked dissatisfied with my reactions. I tried to give her a reassuring smile, but the damage was already done.
“Am I not doing a good enough job, Daddy?” she asked plaintively. “Are you disappointed in me?”
“Not at all, Little Girl,” I replied warmly, reaching down to caress her cheek. “You just need a little practice, that’s all. Daddy’s Little Girl can’t be expected to know everything right away.”
“Practice, practice, practice, Big Sissy!” Baby Girl cheered enthusiastically from between her Big Sissy’s thighs.
“Show me how?” Big Sissy pleaded.
“Totally!” Baby Girl chirped before sliding back out, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and then parking herself on her knees next to her new big sister.
Daddy’s Little Girls then spent the next ten minutes trading off sucking Daddy’s dick. Baby Girl would instruct, demonstrate a technique, and then pull off to let Big Sissy try. Baby Girl would give advice along the way, and then they’d repeat.
Eventually, the platinum blonde sat back on her heels and marveled at both of us. “Why hasn’t he cum in my mouth yet? Am I doing something wrong? It’s been ten minutes but he’s still so hard!”
“You’re not doing anything wrong. Daddy just lasts forever. He’s so much more special-er than any silly boys you’ve ever known before,” the redhead remarked with a big grin.
“Can I see Daddy fucking Baby Girl now?”
“Totally, Big Sissy!”
Baby Girl quickly climbed up into my lap, straddling me but facing away. She reached between her thighs to hold me in place, letting Big Sissy simply stare at the sight of Daddy’s steel-hard shaft slowly disappearing from view into her new little sister’s soaking wet snatch.
First Penny and Eden, and now Summer and Iris. You’re really expanding your definition of ‘family’, aren’t you?
I have NO idea what’s going on right now. I’m just trying to hang on for the ride.
Actually, I think ‘Baby Girl’ is trying to hang on for the ride. Look at her go! She’s humping you like a jackhammer! Well, except that she doesn’t have a hammer, so… ummm… a pogo stick? No. How ‘bout a--
Just shut the fuck up dude and lemme enjoy this!
Baby Girl really was humping up and down my big dick like a jackhammer, or a pogo stick, or… whatever. I ran my hands along her thigh-high stockings, held her hips, and then let my palms crawl up her taut abdominals to cup those impossibly buoyant breasts and pinch the barbells in her nipples. Once I grabbed onto her boobs, Baby Girl stopped bouncing and instead took up an undulating rhythm in my lap. And with our legs spread to the sides, her puffy pink clit was front and center for Big Sissy to suck on.
“Would Daddy like his Baby Girl to get a clit piercing?” Summer wheezed over her shoulder as she grabbed Iris’s head with both hands and ground herself against the older girl’s face.
I grinned and kissed her quickly. “I think Master’s Plaything would enjoy a clit piercing.”
“I think Master is right.” Summer shivered and humped Iris’s face a little harder. And a minute later Baby Girl started screaming in satisfaction.
Daddy’s Little Girls swapped spots, with Big Sissy going for a reverse cowgirl ride and Baby Girl’s tongue stud making a metallic [tink] sound every time it banged into Big Sissy’s pierced clit. Daddy was quite happy to grab onto his Little Girl’s big titties and go honka-honka to his heart’s content. And together, Master and Master’s Plaything brought their sexy psychologist to a screaming climax.
There are too many nicknames and titles running around now. I’m losing track!
Shut up and enjoy this. I’m about to cum!
Shutting up.
Iris’s spasming snatch surrounded my stiff shaft with sweet sensations of supreme stimulation that started to set me off. I dug my fingernails into her perfectly pert and plump pointer-sisters, using her tits as handholds to yank her up and down my dick. But as she sensed my impending eruption, Iris grabbed onto my thighs and groaned, “Cum all over your Baby Girl’s breasts! Hose down her big titties with great big ribbons of Daddy cum so I can lick up every last drop!”
“Oh, fuck,” I grunted, feeling my balls come to a boil.
“That’s a curse word!” Baby Girl giggled from right between my spread knees.
“The fucking fuck if I fucking care if it’s a fucking curse word. I’m gonna cum!” I groaned, lifting Iris off my throbbing prick and unceremoniously dumping her onto the cushion beside me.
But rather than let my cock cannon indiscriminately fire wads of sperm all over Summer’s chest, Iris grabbed my shaft in hand and steadily stroked me while exclaiming eagerly, “Cum all over her, Daddy! Cum all over your Baby Girl’s breasts! Paint her in your liquid love, Daddy! Cum, Daddy, Cum!”
“NNGGAAHH! NNGGAAHH! NNGGAAHH!”
I swear my dick grew another half inch just hearing the filthy words coming out of Iris’s mouth. I grunted and thrust my pelvis up into the air while my cockhead opened up and began spitting wads and wads of gooey white jism all over my redheaded Baby Girl’s big boobies.
“YES-YES-YES-YES-YES!” Iris cheered, still stroking. “CUM, DADDY, CUM!”
“NNGGAAAAHHHH!!!”
“CUM, DADDY, CUM!”
Daddy kept cumming. Big Sissy kept stroking. And Baby Girl preened, beaming radiantly as she held up her big boobies into the spray, her supple skin making for an excellent canvas to paint her with Daddy’s liquid love. The best pair of tits money could buy got absolutely covered in cock-cream, and Big Sissy kept trying to stroke out even more spunk long after the final shot had finished.
I half-expected Iris to tackle Summer to the floor and start ravenously slurping up every last drop of salty jism she could get her tongue onto, the way I’d already seen the girls in my life do so many times. But after releasing my rod, the older woman simply slipped down to kneel on the floor next to Summer. And she almost lazily drew the other girl to her for a sweet kiss before humming happily and nuzzling her way lower down the redhead’s chest to sedately slurp up string after string of sticky sperm.
Summer glanced up at me and grinned as our typically prim and proper psychologist bent forward to lap up lines of jizz. And my girlfriend closed her eyes and moaned when Iris’s tongue found her tender nipples.
Iris didn’t share this load.
She took her time and slurped up every last drop she could find, swallowing it all. And even when there was nothing left on Summer’s bare-naked boobies except for sticky traces of saliva, Iris simply turned around to slurp my semi-hard schlong straight back into her mouth so she could see what else she could dredge out there.
Moaning at the pleasant sensations, I patted the platinum-blonde’s head gently, and intoned, “That’s a good girl…”
Smiling up at me around a mouthful of meat, Iris positively beamed. And after one last suck, she popped up and smiled, saying, “Thank you, Daddy!”
****
Iris sat back on her heels and sighed rather than keep sucking me towards a potential Round 3. She glanced over at Summer, finding the other girl likewise sitting back and leaning against the armchair with a smile of satisfaction. And then she returned her attention to me, staring up with large, luminous eyes filled with… trepidation?… and perhaps a hint of remorse that we’d crossed this line between therapist and client.
I sat up quickly and extended a hand down to her. “Hey… Come on up here,” I said reassuringly.
She hesitated, but a moment later, Iris took my hand and let me tug her up and guide her onto the couch beside me. I wrapped my left arm around her shoulders and snuggled her against my side, doing my best to be warm and inviting, without any judgement. And I leaned over to kiss her crown while rubbing her upper arm with my left hand.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Iris sighed a bit forlornly, looking up at me with those Disney Princess eyes. She was undeniably sexy when she wore her glasses, but I felt like she was more innocently “pretty” without them.
Iris looked embarrassed and used her right arm to cover her nudity. But her blouse was hanging on the backrest and I retrieved it before draping it across her chest. I then reached up to tug a stray lock of platinum-blonde hair back from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. “I would love to continue,” I told her sincerely, “but if you’d be happier making this a one-time thing we never talk about again, I’ll understand.”
Iris smirked. “I’m a professional therapist. I don’t bury my regrets and never talk about them again.”
I smiled. “Good to know.”
“For example, I’ve always known I have… ‘Daddy issues’. I’ve long had a thing for older men,” Iris said softly. “You’re actually the first younger man I’ve ever had.”
“Really?”
“I’m such a stereotype,” Iris sighed. “Absent father from whom I always longed for affection but never got it. Military man: very strict in the household.”
“Hence the whole prohibition on curse words,” Summer chimed in helpfully. My girlfriend now lounged sideways across the armchair, her arms folded across one armrest and her chin atop them while her legs draped over the opposite armrest. “Definitely a thing for her.”
Iris blushed. “I may have let slip during Summer’s last session that while my own father cursed like a sailor - he was in the Navy - he was very strict about me being a ‘proper’ lady. I remember him bending me over his lap as a child and spanking me when I started copying the words he used. It was one of the very rare times I got any attention from him at all.”
“And learned to enjoy it,” Summer teased. “Something we have in common.”
Iris blushed again. “I only meant to help you understand that just because your sexual proclivities aren’t what modern society deem to be ‘normal’, you’re not obligated to try to change or conform.”
I frowned at my girlfriend. “Did I ever make you feel obligated to conform?”
“About spanking? No, of course not,” Summer replied. “I love it, you love it… Iris loves it.”
“I was citing the spanking as evidence of a healthy behavior that provides sexual excitement but does not cross over into your non-sexual interactions,” Iris explained. “Ben doesn’t spank you as an actual punishment out of anger, does he?”
“No, of course not. Ben’s never struck me in anger,” Summer insisted. “Actually… he never really gets angry at me at all. Frustrated, perhaps, but then he’ll always walk away and calm down first rather than risk harming me or anyone else.”
“That’s good.” Iris smiled. “And it’s important that you two communicate about which of these behaviors are healthy and should continue, versus behaviors that cause frustration and should be discussed as--”
“Wait-wait-wait,” I cut Iris off. “You just deflected me and Summer into a regular couples counseling session as if you weren’t naked beneath my arm right now. Don’t you think we should make sure the present situation is resolved first?”
Iris blushed and clutched her blouse to her chest. “I thought you said we could make this a one-time thing and never talk about it again.”
“I thought you said a professional therapist would never bury her regrets and never talk about them again.”
Iris closed her eyes and sighed. We all went silent, waiting her out, and eventually she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “You’re right, you’re right. I’m just… I’m at a loss for how to handle this situation right now. I’ve never become intimate with a client before, let alone two.”
“At least three, counting A.D.,” Summer pointed out. “And probably four including Sasha, if the nightclub thing with Sigrid went the way we all think it did.”
“Sasha’s never been a client, and Adrienne isn’t a current client; you know that,” Iris clarified.
“Didn’t Adrienne come see you right after she found out Dawn was pregnant?”
“That was a social visit between friends. It may be a fine line, but it’s a distinction I’m at peace with. You two, on the other hand…”
“So are you saying that if Ben and I become ex-clients as well…?” Summer asked rather lasciviously.
Iris frowned. “I believe the decision about your client status has already been made. I cannot in good conscience continue a business relationship with either of you now that we’ve become… intimate.”
“That’s okay,” Summer stated. “Ben had already stopped scheduling sessions with you, and I can accept stopping sessions with you as well.”
I raised my eyebrows at my girlfriend. “Are you sure? It occurs to me you might need a therapist more than you need another lover.”
Summer waved me off. “Iris has already done so much for me… for both of us… since my mom died, but I’m ready to move on. I’ll always think of her, but I won’t dwell on her death. Taking a break from therapy for a while can be part of that process of choosing to move forward with my life. And should I feel the need to seek out professional advice, I’m sure Iris can make some recommendations. Perhaps a distinguished, matronly type for whom I won’t take one look at and feel compelled to find out what her pussy tastes like.”
I coughed into my fist and smirked. After taking a deep breath, I hugged Iris to my side and asked, “So where does that leave us now? Ex-clients, certainly. But can we at least stay friends?”
“And perhaps lovers?” Summer added eagerly. “You can’t honestly tell me you don’t want ‘Daddy’ and ‘Baby Girl’ to come visit again to make ‘Big Sissy’ feel good. You can’t tell me this wasn’t every bit as good as you’d fantasized, or even better.”
Iris blushed bright pink and stared down at her lap again. “Better,” she conceded. “Even better.”
“See?”
“But why?” Iris looked at Summer questioningly. “What prompted you to seduce me like that?”
“I like making people happy.” Summer smiled. “It’s a compulsion, yes, and in the wrong hands could be hazardous for my wellbeing. We’ve talked about it, after all. But when I’m with The Quad, I find it to be a perfectly healthy behavior that often results in me feeling a deep-rooted sense of satisfaction. I felt that sense of satisfaction watching you howling, ‘Yes Daddy! Yes Daddy! Yes Daddy!’ while he pounded the hell outta you, to see the expressions of joy and excitement on both of your faces. I could tell you were both attracted to each other - everybody could tell - and once I figured out you had a ‘Daddy’ fetish, I knew that if Ben and I roleplayed today you wouldn’t be able to resist.”
Iris blushed again and looked up at me, giving me a shy smile.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want him to make you feel like that again,” Summer intoned seductively, climbing out of the armchair and moving to sit alongside Iris on the couch. The redhead’s eyebrows waggled as she leaned in and licked the older woman’s earlobe. “Maybe even again right now?”
“Good lord, Summer. I’ve never seen you so aggressive,” Iris breathed.
“I’m a new me!” Summer beamed enthusiastically. “Not everybody knows who they truly want to be. For a long, long time, -I- didn’t know who I truly wanted to be.”
I arched an eyebrow. “But you know who you truly want to be now?”
“I do,” Summer stated seriously, with the same kind of gravity and tone that Dawn used whenever she promised to belong to me for the rest of her life. “I’m the glue-girl. I find fulfillment and a sense of purpose in helping everyone get along, specifically The Quad. With previous boyfriends, I felt like my only purpose was to be a perfect sex doll for them. But with you… with Dawn… with A.D.… instead of passively obeying whatever orders you might give me, I actually self-actualize to achieve a greater goal! Me! This team… this four-way relationship… this is my motivation. Keeping us together is my role. A.D. will soon be your wife. Dawn will soon be the mother of your child. And I will be whatever the three of you need me to be.”
Iris narrowed her eyes. “And that’s truly what you want? Don’t you deserve to have a singular partner who will make you to focus of his or her life? To borrow a phrase, doesn’t everybody deserve to have someone who makes them their Number One?”
“I’ve never needed to be someone’s Number One. I’m not the kind of girl who’s ever needed that kind of attention. Safety, security, a sense of belonging: that’s all I’ve ever really wanted. And I have that here. I have that with them.” Summer giggled. “I have that with him: the World’s Okay-est Dad.”
I swallowed thickly and blushed, recalling the most recent time Summer added her special brand of coffee creamer to that particular mug before taking a sip, just a few days ago.
“I want to be whatever my family needs me to be,” Summer continued. “If they need me to be their sexual plaything, I’ll happily do that. If they need me to be a baby factory and pop out a bunch of kids, I’ll happily do that. If they need me to remain childless and just be a doting babysitter for Dawn’s and A.D.’s kids, I’ll happily do that.”
“I would never stop you from having my children if that’s what you want for yourself,” I interrupted seriously.
“MBA Graduation pill box?” Summer teased with a grin.
I shrugged and smiled.
“I love my family. I love my Team. I love Ben, and I love Dawn, and I love A.D.” Summer’s smile broadened. “I love Sasha and Eden and Emma and Kim, June, and Penny. And I could love you too, Iris, if that would make you happy.”
Iris held her hands up, “Let’s not go trying to add me to the harem just yet, hmm?”
“Can we at least start with intimate friends?” Summer asked sincerely, and she leaned in to lick Iris’s earlobe again, causing the platinum-blonde to shiver. And when Iris didn’t resist, Summer dragged the blouse away from the older woman’s naked torso before cupping one of her big breasts and then leaning in for a wet, tongue-filled kiss.
Iris moaned into Summer’s mouth and reclined back against my chest. I slid my right hand down to the blonde’s bare thigh, rubbing it gently and inching my fingers closer to her crotch. When she started wriggling a little, I went ahead and started rubbing her clit. And a moment later, Summer broke their liplock to turn Iris’s head to mine so I could take over kissing our soon-to-be ex-therapist instead.
“Take her, Daddy,” Summer breathed.
But Iris suddenly broke her mouth away from mine and shook her head. “No, not ‘Daddy’. Not this time.”
I arched an eyebrow, and Summer and I momentarily shared a look of surprise.
“This time, I only want to be with you,” Iris crooned, her Disney Princess eyes large and a luminous green. “Take me, Ben. Take me hard.”
****
“Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ben! Ben! Please! Ohmi… Ohmi… OhmiGGGGAAAAWWWWDDDD!!! I’m ccccuuuummmmmmmmiiiinnnngggg!!!! It’s too good! It’s too good! I can’t even! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes! OOOWWWAAAUUUGGGHHH!!!”
“Nnnggghhhaaahhh!!!” I grunted and thrust forward one final time, sheathing my sword to the hilt inside my therapist’s spasming snatch to spurt out all my scalding sperm while she shuddered and shivered in simultaneous orgasm, pinned to her own therapy couch beneath the heaving bulk of her final client of the day.
I kissed her tenderly in the aftermath, stroking her arms and cuddling her close as we both came down from our spectacular climaxes. When I pulled my head back, Summer leaned over from the side to tenderly kiss Iris as well. And a minute after that, I pulled my semi-hard schlong out of her sperm-saturated snatch, moving aside so that Summer could kiss her way down Iris’s sweaty, naked body and start slurping creamy semen out of the beautiful blonde’s wet box.
Thankfully, Iris didn’t have any clients scheduled after us, as the Friday 4pm timeslot had previously been mine. The three of us cleaned up as best we could and got redressed. Iris had to take extra care to clean my cum off her chunky black-frame glasses. And once she’d fixed her hair back into a primly proper bun, she stood up straight and took a deep breath, once again adopting her cool, collected professional demeanor.
She regarded me seriously, eyes narrowed and a slightly… condescending… expression on her face. For a moment, I worried she might’ve changed her mind about continuing our intimate relationship and would instead ask to make this a one-time thing never to be repeated.
But instead, Iris opened her arms to me, inviting me in for a hug. I gladly gave it to her, and when she pulled back she gave me a coy smile. “Our business relationship may have come to an end, but would you two perhaps have space in your busy schedules for a social visit between friends this same time next week? I still don’t think I’ve gotten sufficient protein in my diet.”
I grinned and momentarily glanced back at Summer, getting an approving nod. “I think that can be arranged.”
The gorgeous platinum blonde with brilliant green eyes fixed her chunky black-frame glasses and smiled at me. “Next time, bring your fiancée, huh?”
I grinned and pecked her lips. “Sure thing, Doc.”
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