THREESOME | STRANGER SEX | DADDY
There’s Always Room on Daddy’s Lap
By the time his second drink arrives, she has her tongue in his ear, and my hand is sliding up his thigh
We pick him up in the hotel bar. Me, on one side. She, on the other. We sandwich the handsome, foreign man between us and turn on our charm. By the time his second drink arrives, she has her tongue in his ear, and my hand is sliding up his thigh. When the check arrives, I charge the drink to our room and slide him the extra key from my companion’s bra. She and I take the elevator up to the room, and wait, counting the minutes until he arrives.
One. Two. Ten.
When the door finally unlocks, the sexy stranger steps in slowly, commandingly. He shuts the door and walks into the sitting room like he owns the place. Like he’s done this a hundred times. He’s smug and cocksure, smirking beneath his mustache and graying beard. He brushes the hair out of his face and unbuttons the top of his shirt, revealing his thick chest hair. He leads with the bulge in his jeans, a monster waiting to be freed. The stranger from the bar came ready to play, and we can both feel it.
“I didn’t catch your name,” he says, the words rumbling from his mouth like the thunder before a storm. Low, even, a growl far off in the distance. It sent a chill down my spine and a bolt of lightning straight to my pussy. We step toward him, offering our hands, and pulling him onto the settee. He lands with a thud on the cushion between us, spreading his legs.
“We didn’t throw it.”
“But how will I know what to call you?” He protests mildly but stops when my fingers begin to work the white buttons on his Buffalo plaid shirt. They pop easily, revealing the planes of his chest and body.
“You’ll call her Harley.”
“And you’ll call her Ivy.”
My companion works his belt buckle with nimble fingers, sliding it through the loops in three tugs. She drops the belt on the floor in a pile with the shirt I remove, sliding it swiftly down his toned arms. She works on his pants, dragging them down his legs, freeing his girthy cock. It springs in the air between us, swaying softly. She begins to drool.
“And what do we call you?”
He grins at us, with a devilish look in his eyes, and opens his arms wide, drawing us in. Our breath hot on his neck, he announces, “You can call me, ‘Daddy.’”
I kiss his neck while she spits on her hand and begins to work the shaft. Daddy whispers all manner of depraved things in my ear, promising to give us a show. I nod and murmur sweet words in his ear, distracting him while she gets ready to swallow his manhood whole.
“I think tonight, Daddy, we’ll be the ones giving you a night you’ll never forget...”
My companion slides her gaping mouth down the length of his substantial cock, spit dripping down the sides as she goes. By the time he’s rooted in the back of her throat, tears run down her cheeks, staining them black and sparkly from her eyeshadow.
“Give her what she wants, Daddy.”
Daddy knows what to do, and he does it well. He claims her mouth and throat for his own, thrusting hard into her. She moans. She whimpers. Her eyes plead for more, and Daddy gives it to her. She chokes on him and the sound is music to my ears. He shuts his eyes, shuts his mouth, and lets the pleasure of having his cock sucked by someone who does it well overtake him.
When she pulls back, gasping for air, I know it’s my turn to have a taste.
She holds my hair out of my face, pinning it in place with long fingers as I lower myself onto his dick, breathing in his manly, musky scent. He smells like he’s from far away, and from right around the corner. He smells like pine sap and sea salt, like sex and depravity, like comfort and peace. It’s intoxicating, and for a moment I forget to breathe.
I go as far down the shaft as I can, stopping just shy of the base, and Daddy groans his approval. Our girl pulls my head up slowly and releases it, letting me bob up and down on his knob for a bit. She grabs Daddy’s massive mitt and instructs him where to touch her and how. I know how our girl likes it. How she craves to be caressed, how she yearns to be stroked. Daddy learns quickly and soon she’s purring beneath his touch.
I can feel the subtle shift in his demeanor when she tells him how good it feels. I can hear the pride in his rumbly voice when he tells her what good little cocksuckers we both are, and how he’s never been treated like this before.
“We pride ourselves on… service,” she says. My lips still wrapped around his rod, I pick up the pace until he’s cursing our names, stringing them together in one breath.
Harley. Ivy. Harley. Ivy. HarleyIvy.
When I pull back to catch my breath, he groans and curses more, his eyes closed, head turned toward the popcorn ceiling. I moan when he suddenly bucks his broad hips into my mouth and takes me for a ride. My eyes roll back in my head as his cock strokes the back of my throat.
“That’s a good girl,” she coos as Daddy face-fucks me. My hot drool coats his cock as it slides in and out of my mouth. There’s a puddle of spit on his mound, dribbling down his skin and soaking the fabric beneath him. The loveseat is small, almost too small, and we’re going to have to get creative we’re going to make this work.
Daddy knots his fingers in my hair and pulls me off his dick before he comes. He’s breathless, red in the face, a thin sheen of sweat across his brow. She wipes his forehead and leans in, whispering in his ear. Her eyes are on me the entire time, and when she gets her point across to him, Daddy’s eyes train on me as well.
“Doesn’t her mouth feel good?”
“Yeah, so good,” he mumbles in a stupor, licking his lips as he stares at me like I’m his last meal. I sit up on my knees, knowing what comes next.
“And isn’t her body to die for? Those hips, those pretty tits, that cute round ass?”
“She’s the perfect package,” Daddy rumbles. He reaches for me, and I lean back, an inch too far out of his grasp. His huge, hot hand settles on my thigh, and he starts to push my skirt up the length of my leg. His fingers find my hip crease and start to trail inward, looking for the apex between my thighs. I shy away from his touch while she redirects him, tilting his chin her way.
“She is. And she’s a good kisser, too.” She leans across his lap, grabs his cock, and tugs at it as our lips collide. We kiss in front of his face, pulling away when he tries to break in. She strokes his cock faster, I run my fingers through his hair.
He groans, she moans, and I sigh.
“She tastes so good, Daddy,” we say in unison. His eyes roll back in his head and he groans when she releases his cock. My hand replaces hers, picking up the rhythm she abandoned. She and I look at each other with the devil in our eyes and take turns capturing his mouth. I can feel the shiver that runs down his spine when a low whimper escapes my throat. He tastes like scotch and salt. Like mint and flint. Like fire and ice. It’s exhilarating, and I know she tastes it too.
Daddy kisses her, then me, then her again. Our tongues dance with each other as he removes our layers, piece by shiny piece. Soon, I’m naked on the settee with his hand between my thighs and her lips on my throat. Daddy fingers my pussy and whispers dirty things in my ear, his brogue thick and rolling in waves. She rides his thigh, grinding her pussy against the fine, dark hair that spreads from the monster between his legs. We’re a vibrating, quivering, entirely-too-vocal mess, soaking the loveseat in our combined juices. By the time we finish with this room, it’ll look like a Pollack.
She and I look at each other and giggle. We both know what comes next.
“Daddy, which one of us are you going to fuck first?” Our voices ring out in the same key between a new round of giggles and moans. He pulls his digits out of my cunt, my juices dripping down his wrist and pushes them into her mouth.
“There’s plenty of room on Daddy’s lap for both of you. But you? I want you first.” He points to me, giving me a come-hither wiggle of his large, thick finger. She slides off his lap, leaving a shiny slick of her pleasure along the length of his thigh. He manhandles me, grabbing my ass and positioning me just so, making sure my pussy lines up with his cockhead. I lower myself onto his meat and feel every muscle in my core clench as he fills me.
She stands behind me, her lips in my ear. “Tell me how it feels, tell me all about Daddy’s big, thick, cock.”
He rocks his lap into me, making me take him deeper. I wet my lips and try to formulate words, but nothing comes out, only soft moans of pleasure. Daddy smirks and fucks me harder, almost bouncing me off his lap. I dig my nails into his shoulders and hold on for dear life while she watches on.
Her hand slips between our bodies and works my clit, drawing flat ovals with her fingers as our bodies rock. She puts her lips in my ear again. “Come for me. Let me see you come on Daddy’s cock.” She traces a heart over my swollen nub and kisses my neck. When she pulls away, I give her what she asks for. I come on Daddy’s lap. My desire crests, sending me soaring. Stars explode behind my eyes, and I let out a moan so deep, it feels like it came from inside my soul.
“Save some for me,” she whispers, kissing my cheek as I return to earth from the highlands of pleasure.
Daddy eases me off his lap, groaning when I dismount. He winks at me as I take my place in front of her. He pats his thigh and grabs her hips, pulling her backward. She rubs her plump, round ass over his cock and I watch it stand straight up. He slaps it against her and she giggles, then moans when he slides it along her cleft.
He smirks. “I told you, girls. There’s plenty of room on Daddy’s lap.”
She and I make eye contact as he pushes into her tight pussy, and I revel in the look of joy that floods across her face. She rides Daddy’s dick as well as any rodeo queen. Her tits bounce, her legs shake, and she digs her nails into the meat of his thighs and holds on tight. He fucks her pussy just as hard as he fucked mine, and when I see that look on his face, I know he’s going to come. Soon. She knows it, too.
“Don’t come. Not yet.”
She slides off his lap and kneels in front of him. She sticks her tongue out, waiting patiently while he strokes his dangerously thick dick. He fists his hand around the shaft and pumps furiously, closing his eyes and screwing up his face. I pull her hair back from her face and kiss her cheek, whispering in her ear.
“Good girl. Take all of Daddy’s cum.”
He explodes. His cock spurts all over her face and chest, dripping down her collarbones like mirror glaze on a cake. It coats her in a thick, sticky lacquer and she laps up every drop she can. Daddy lets out a low, soulful moan and collapses against the back of the settee, spent and panting.
I kiss her cheek as she rises on shaky legs, his cum still dribbling down her sternum. She falls onto the seat beside him, her head on his shoulder. She closes her eyes, but he focuses his gaze on mine. He pats his thigh and waggles his finger once more, bidding me to sit. He wraps one arm around her, and the other around the back of the couch, welcoming me into his side.
There’s plenty of room on Daddy’s lap…
