Part 2: Becoming a Cheating Mistress [MF][D/s][cheating]

If you read part 1, you know that during my quest to become Daddy’s online mistress, I started playing with F.

F is 6 years older than me, tall, slim, dark hair and eyes, very handsome with a long uncut cock. I haven’t mentioned that both daddy and F are European, from different countries, but both with incredibly sexy accents that give me chills and turn me on as I’m a typical American. F and I have always had an easier, more relaxed relationship than Daddy and I. We write when we are free, play when we have a chance, and can go months without talking and still come back to find the other excited and engaged. He likes to be dominant over me, but has no desire to be my owner, nor achingly punish. He doesn’t actively withhold attention or affection like Daddy does. F likes indulging my slutty side and knows how turned on I am when I’m getting his attention. He’s spent hours at work, watching me tease him with my tits out, stripping off my clothes, touching and fingering myself, urging him to join me until he could not longer hold back from taking his cock out in his private office. From what he’s told me, it’s not just my looks that got his attention (he had many admirers on GWA), but the dichotomy of my intelligence against my uninhibited slutty side that makes me irresistible (I’d love to tell you all what I do for work, but I’ve already given too much away). He is willing to share more than daddy, offering his phone number, giving me his full name, letting me know more about his real life; in essence, letting me be his real mistress. And he’s always said he wants to meet me.

I never had intentions of meeting him. I had already betrayed fiance, and I didn’t plan on going any further. I’d let F know what happened after I was caught cumming for Daddy by BF, and sincerely tried to stop speaking to both him and Daddy…but I kept coming back. F let me know he’d be in my city last summer. I contemplated meeting him, got wet thinking about it…the recording he posted on GWA depicting everything he planned on doing to me didn’t help my resolve. Daddy was on the brink of pushing me away and shutting me out again, and I used F’s offer to tease him, buying myself a few more days of Daddy’s attention, but I ultimately declined…letting both of them down.

This year, F and I didn’t speak as much. I know he was disappointed that I had chickened out (plus busy with a new job and his family). Daddy and I have been struggling with our usual tug-of-war…me begging for his attention, getting it, him pulling away, me getting angry, him reappearing with a lust-filled vengeance, me excited and begging again. He’s been more and more annoyed by my now-fiance’s interference in our fun, and his inability to sexually satisfy me, leaving daddy with all the burden as I focus all my sexual energy onto him. He’s especially annoyed I’m planning our wedding. So when I had my hair and makeup trial last month, I knew I had to show him. I sent him sweet pictures, then progressively sluttier, and more naked. Daddy was nowhere to be found, likely busy with work or his wife. Aching for attention (and not wanting to waste how hot I looked, plus fiance away leaving me with a rare evening alone), I decided to send F pictures. I sat cross-legged in panties on my bed, my big tits hanging out of a burgundy lace tank top. I positioned the camera above my head, my big eyes looking up desperately, wanting him to imagine standing above me with his cock waiting. I sent F this picture, and went to bed. In the morning, I woke to find messages: “fuck you’re gorgeous…hello “eswhore”, such a stunning surprise…I love seeing you like this, it’s always been a potent turn on”. I told him the context behind my pretty hair and makeup, knowing he would love how perfectly slutty it was to show my secret adorers what my future husband would see walking down the aisle on our wedding day. F and I spoke intermittently that day, while Daddy had come back to me, also loving the pictures, and loving that I had teased F with them while he was away.

F then let me know he would be in my city at the end of the month. I could feel nerves building up again, but also a very strong curiosity and yearning. Things had changed since he had last offered to meet…I had changed. For reasons I won’t get into (mostly that fiance was refusing to explore my submissive side), I didn’t feel bad anymore about the potential of cheating. I wanted to know what his lips felt like on my skin, what his cock felt like in my hand and mouth..and I wanted to show Daddy just how serious I was about being a cheating whore who used her body for his pleasure. Daddy had since visited my city as well, refusing to meet or tell me where he was staying. He was never going to fuck me the way he had described so many times…and now I was lucky enough to have F give me another chance and offer to use my body the way I had been craving for so long. I wrote to daddy immediately and let him know that F wanted to meet again. He couldn’t hide his excitement, eagerly giving me permission…but with rules. He initially expected to have a live video feed via Skype, but F refused. He did, amazingly, agree to take pictures and videos, but wouldn’t let Daddy’s expectations get in the way of our fun. I was already nervous thinking about the idea of balancing the desires of both of these dominant men at the same time. F requested I wear a specific outfit…while Daddy demanded that he make all the decisions. Luckily, both of these men are suckers for stockings and heels, so I didn’t have to choose between either of their desires. I spent the day showing F pictures of various lingerie at his request, and he picked out what I would wear. We picked a date where fiance wouldn’t be around, but only had a few hours to share as our work schedules were off.

The next two weeks were a blur. F wasn’t in the mood for teasing or playing, he wanted to know I was going to go through with our plan and show up when I was told. He asked if I had any lube as he intended on exploring my ass, which I non-nonchalantly responded nope, leaving it up to him to figure out..and ignoring his assumption that my asshole was for the taking. Daddy, on the other hand, was giving me all the attention I needed. He didn’t disappear, checking in on me regularly, making sure I knew what his expectations and desires were, and making sure I knew I was free to bail the second I felt uncomfortable. He let me hear his voice, a rare treat that he saves as a reward for being a good girl. I told him I wouldn’t go through with this rendezvous without his permission and participation. He knew (and liked to remind me) that I had only ever been with fiance; no other hands, lips, or cock had touched me before. Daddy promised to be available that afternoon and evening, without interruptions from his wife and work.

The day finally came. Daddy had messaged me early on, asking if I was serious about my promise to meet F. I told him yes, only with his guidance and permission. He said good, and told me he would be back later to check in on me. I spent the early afternoon getting ready. Showering and meticulously shaving, lotioning my tan skin. Blowing out my long hair they both love and spending extra time putting on my make up. I took pictures and videos for daddy as I got ready…but he had still not returned. I put on my black lace and velvet bra, with back velvet string panties. I slid on my black lace garter and thigh-high stockings. I took more pictures for daddy, begging him to show up as he’d promised. I was excited to finally meet F, to hear his voice that first attracted me to him years ago whispering into my ear..but I was nervous, and I knew I needed Daddy’s coaxing. I finished getting dressed, slipping on black heels, and pulling on a short white dress…the one intended for my bridal shower. Sleeveless, with a deep V showing off my ample cleavage, tight at the waist to show off my hourglass shape, then flaring out, hiding my ass and thighs, to pretend I’m a good little girl who wasn’t wearing a whore’s outfit underneath. I put on sparkly earrings, a pretty necklace to draw even more attention to my chest, and finally slipped on my engagement ring. A few puffs of perfume, and I was ready.

Daddy finally responded while commuting home after a long days’ work, obsessed with my outfit and thrilled that I had documented my preparation. He instructed me to wait for him before leaving. I was supposed to meet F in an hour and had to leave my apartment soon. Daddy finally arrived home, finding his wife still awake. I begged him to sneak awake and call me, as he had promised. At the same time F let me know he was running late and would need another hour before meeting, somehow working perfectly for me to be able to play with daddy beforehand. Daddy finally told me to call him on a video chat. I called, and showed off my outfit. He stared at me, smiling He spent the next 15 minutes telling me how proud he was, how insanely turned on, jealous, angry, and happy he was all at once. He told me I looked incredible and unbearingly beautiful. He had me show off, asking me how it felt to be his real mistress, a submissive whore who shares her body for daddy’s pleasure. He then asked me to imagine if he demanded I leave my fiance…to buy me an apartment near him and his family, and be his kept submissive pet at his beck and call. Daddy has mentioned this a handful of times before, but we always stop the conversation before it turns too heavy. We’re trying not to destroy each other’s lives, but there’s always a part of us that knows we could so easily leave everything behind and actually be together. He saw how turned on his suggestion made me, and told me to turn around, bend over, and finger myself hard, keeping my panties on. I obeyed, put my laptop on the floor, crawled on my knees, bent over sitting on my heels, flipped my skirt up to give him a full view of my ass and cunt framed by my panties and stockings, and rubbed my pussy. He demanded I tell him what I am: his whore, his loyal pet, his submissive babygirl, I moaned. “Good, now get up, close your laptop, put your coat on, get in a taxi, and call me.” I complied, feeling my heart start to race as I realized what I was about to do: cheat on my fiance, give Daddy something he had only ever dreamed I would do, and finally fuck F.

I got into a cab, writing to F to let him know I was on the way. I called daddy, trying to be polite for the taxi driver, but was very unsuccessful as daddy whispered filthy things into my headphones as I tried my best to respond without giving myself away. I arrived at the hotel, and told Daddy it was time to go. He made me promise to message him as often as possible. I walked into the lobby, heart pounding, into the hotel bar. It was empty, slightly unnerving. I sat at a stool, without taking my coat off, feeling guarded and nervous. I crossed my legs, waiting for the bartender to arrive, hoping no one could see the lace tops of my thigh-highs peeking out. I pulled out my phone, looking for a message from F to see where he was when I saw a figure move in my periphery. I turned and found myself face to face with F, this man who had seen me naked dozens of time before, had watched me masturbate and cum, who’s voice rang through my ears through so many orgasms…and I became unbearably shy. He smiled sweetly, hugged and kissed me on the cheek like an old friend….he was a stranger and someone I was completely comfortable with all at once. My body and my brain didn’t know how to react. I had imagined myself being much sexier in this scenario, and felt like I was completely blowing it. But I regained my composure, gestured from him to pull his stool closer. He knows I don’t drink, and bemoaned that I wouldn’t let him buy me a glass of wine to take the edge off. We made small talk about our day and the shitty rainy weather. The bartender finally arrived to inform us they were preparing for a private party and couldn’t serve us. F was sweet and offered to find a coffee shop or another bar to relax, but I quickly said no, and suggested we go up to his room and think about room service. I had a feeling that if I let him walk me out of the hotel now, I wouldn’t agree to come back in. He was more than happy to agree, and led me to the elevator.

As we walked, I pulled out my phone to find multiple messages from daddy, and let him know I was shaking, heart racing, on my way up to F’s hotel room. He gently encouraged me to do what felt right, and let me know he was there waiting for me. We got into the elevator, with other people of course (maybe not, I realize that I was totally spaced out at this moment and probably missed another opportunity to be cute and sexy..grr). He took my coat, and I sat on the edge of the bed while while he hung it. He walked over to his minibar, asking if I wanted anything as he poured himself a glass of red wine. I declined, and he joined on me on the edge of the bed. After some more small talk, he lowered his voice and whispered into my ear, telling me he was glad I showed up, and that I looked prettier than he could have imagined. I then told him I was nervous, but that if he felt me shaking, he should know it didn’t mean I didn’t want him. He grinned, put down his glass of wine, brushed my hair off my shoulder, and began kissing it softly. I only then realized how tense my body had been, because it immediately relaxed as I let out a slight moan. He took this as a sign to continue, kissing my neck, jaw, cheeks, then brought his hand up to my tits, squeezing them together, and put his face into my chest, smelling and kissing and licking my cleavage. I ran my fingers through his hair, brought my face down to lick and nibble his ears, and kiss his face. My nerves were totally gone; F’s confidence, touch, and body were sexier than I could have imagined, and all I wanted was to be his in that moment. He came up from my breasts to kiss my lips…our first kiss…deep and slow and sensual, my pussy immediately drenching my already wet panties. We kissed for a while, while our hands explored each other’s bodies, his hands running over my thighs and waist and tits, mine feeling his tight chest and abs, working my way down to his cock bulging through his jeans.

He broke our kiss, leaving me panting, dazed, and wanting more, still sitting on the edge of the bed. He held his glass of wine, and instructed me to give him my phone so he could take pictures. I obeyed, and he began taking pictures of me in my dress, one leg crossed over the other, staring at him longingly. He then pushed me on my back, and pulled up my skirt, revealing the panties and garter and lace stockings he had waited so long to see, and took more pictures. I told him that daddy had required me to take one photo in particular…F’s hand on my thigh, almost touching my pussy. This picture was meant to indicate to daddy that I had crossed a threshold, and had agreed to share my body with F. He agreed, helping me pose, and let me send the picture to daddy….who immediately lost his mind. I was too focused on F’s next moves to read all the messages popping up as daddy told me how amazing and sexy and perfect I was, how insanely jealous and turned on he was, about to explode over my progression into a cheating slut. F was slow and patient, teasing me. He left me lying on my back to take another sip of his wine, and came back to lean over me and kiss me again. I told him to be careful not to get any red wine on my white bridal shower dress…this made him grin with a devilish glint in his eye. He instructed me to turn around and bend over the bed. He stood behind me and lift my skirt up, admiring my ass and legs in the stockings and heels he had requested. He took more pictures, and began rubbing my pussy through my panties. He pulled them aside, and found out just how wet I was. I admitted that Daddy had made me touch for him before I arrived, but assured him I’d only gotten wetter since I’d been with him. He pushed a finger in easily and fucked me with his hand, making me immediately shut up and focus on his touch only. I moaned and pushed back against him. He told me to get up and pull my dress off. I did, standing before him in my black lingerie, hoping he was pleased. He stood behind behind me, kissing and grabbing, and handed me my phone. I took more pictures: his face buried into my neck while he grabbed my tits, his hands on my hips as he pushed me onto the bed with his crotch pushed against my ass, my face pressed into the bed staring into the camera as I showed daddy how cock-hungry I was, as F grabbed and slapped my ass (if I could show you all my face, this is the one picture I would share…it was Daddy’s favorite of the whole night).

He then had me turn onto my back and slide up the bed, knees bent and legs spread. He joined me on the bed, still fully clothed, on his knees looking down at me, and told me to play with myself. I slipped my hand under my panties. “No, not yet…over them”. I obeyed, rubbing my panties over my clit and dripping slit. He unzipped his jeans, and put his hand into his briefs, touching himself with a purpose. I knew what was coming. F had always teased me with his precum. He makes much more than fiance does, and he was never shy about tasting himself on camera and teasing me, telling me how good it was. He pulled his hands out of his briefs and brought his fingers to my lips. I greedily and happily licked and sucked, tasting him for the first time, as I continued to touch. He watched me, touching his cock again, and making me clean his fingers again. He pulled his shirt off, and removed his jeans, kneeling over me in just his black briefs, letting me admire his sexy body. F then reached down to my hips and pulled off my panties. Still kneeling over me, he brought them to his face and inhaled, making me moan and touch faster. He brought my panties to my face, “suck”. I opened my mouth and let him shove the crotch of my panties into my mouth, so I could taste exactly what daddy and F had done to my cunt all evening. He pulled them out of my mouth and hrew them on the floor, then climbed on top of me, kissing me intensely, pushing himself against me to feel his hard cock bulging against me, causing my hips to instinctively lift and grind against him.

The order of events gets hazy here. I was in pure bliss as F’s focus and attention were all on me, as I read messages from Daddy who was sitting home alone, in the dark as his wife slept, going crazy that he had no idea where F was touching or fucking at that moment. Having these two men rock hard over me, wanting me, adoring me, literally made me drunk: uninhibited and dazed. F pulled himself off my lips and body, and knelt over my face, pulling his briefs out, letting me finally see his cock. I smiled, looked into his eyes, and immediately brought my hand to stroke. My lips and tongue followed, as I took him into my mouth and began sucking him off. I licked up and down his shaft while stroking with my hand, then went back to taking long slow deep thrusts into my mouth. He repositioned to lie down, so I crawled between his legs, ass in the air, sucking and licking him. He took more pictures to send to Daddy, who’s words only became angrier and filthier as he watched his babygirl suck off a stranger. I took F deep into my mouth. He was longer than fiance, and his cock reached further into my pharynx than fiance, bypassing my gag reflex…discovering I could deepthroat made me moan loudly on to his cock, and F was clearly loving it. (He later told me I was one of the best little cocksucker’s he’s ever had). F got up and I turn onto my back, legs spread. He crawled between my legs, kissing my thighs, hands firmly spreading my legs apart. He began to lick my pussy.

This is where you should know that F has boasted about his pussy-eating ability for years. He has insisted he could make me cum multiple times just by licking me. I have to admit that fiance is very good with his cock and his tongue, and knows exactly how my body works, making me cum everytime we fuck, but usually only once. I become immediately sensitive and can’t handle more stimulation. F knows this, and has insisted he most definitely could give me multiple orgasms. As soon as I felt his tongue on my clit, I believed him. He swirled, licked, and sucked perfectly, driving me wild. I almost immediately felt my pussy throbbing, my entire body surging, getting closer and closer to cumming. I lay back with my eyes closed in pure bliss, “oh my god” becoming my mantra as I fell deeper into this ecstasy. I opened my eyes to look down and see my stockinged legs spread wide, garter still attached, with this gorgeous man’s head between my thighs concentrated on my pleasure only, and knew Daddy had to see this. I started taking more pictures and videos for Daddy, who told me to spread my legs wider and cum like a good girl. I moaned and ran my fingers through F’s hair, encouraging him to continue. I couldn’t concentrate on sending Daddy messages as F increased the pressure. My breaths became shallow, my moans louder and more high-pitched as F swirled his tongue and sucked on my clit, edging me closer and closer, until I screamed his name and told him I was cumming. My back arched, my hips riding waves of pleasure, F never taking his mouth off my cunt, giving me one of the most intense orgasms of my life. A few words of appreciation peppered with a few curses left my mouth as I lay in the afterglow. F looked up at me, grinning and pleased, then dropped back to my pussy and began licking again. I gasped, sitting up and laughing, telling him he really didn’t have to try. He removed one hand from it’s grip on my thigh and pushed me back, signaling me to shut up. I fell back, and realized his magical tongue was building me up again. My pussy felt primed, so turned on and ready to cum again, as if I hadn’t just cum at all. WIth his amazing mouth, another orgasm quickly shook through my body.

He climbed up my body to kiss me deeply and let me taste my juices covering his mouth. He then lay down and motioned me to sit by his side, pulling off his briefs. I was eager to have his cock back in my mouth, and show him my appreciation. He took more pictures to show off my cocksucking skills, as I stroked, sucked, and took him deep, occasionally working my tongue down to his balls to swirl my tongue and suck as I stroked, making him harder and harder. After several minutes of this he pulled me up to straddle him. “I’m not going to fuck you, eswhore” he said, as his cock slid between my pussy lips, across my slit. As I grinded against his shaft, my clit rubbing against him as his cock slid back and forth, I replied “good, because I’m supposed to get Daddy’s permission, and I haven’t asked yet.” With that, he flipped me over so I lay on my back, him above me, eyes full of lust and animalistic desire, his cock teasing my dripping hole. “Get your phone, and ask.” I tried to focus on his hands on my legs pushing my knees back, his cock sliding up and down my cunt, as I reached for my phone to message daddy, when he suddenly thrust his cock deep inside me. No condom, no discussion of birth control or STDs before, and all without daddy’s permission. “Oh fuck, mmmm, no no no, fuck, I need to ask Him, you can’t, mmmm, don’t, please, oh my god.” He began pumping into me. His sensual, patient, considerate touch was gone, and he was now using my body as he pleased. He thrust deep and hard, filling my tight pussy. Finally able to muster enough working brain cells to write to daddy and let him know F’s cock was fucking his slave’s pussy without permission. I apologized, begged for his forgiveness. He demanded I called him. “Babygirl do you want it?” “Yes, Daddy, it feels so good, he’s pounding me like a whore and it feels so fucking good, please don’t be mad. I want it” “Oh baby, I’m not mad, you have my permission, let him use you, fuck him like a good girl.” “Thank you daddy” and hung up on him. F flipped me over, fucking me from behind as I gave up control to him. Daddy’s messages lighting up my phone “eswhore (he rarely uses my actual name), is he wearing a condom?” I didn’t answer. I closed my eyes and let F use my body as I focused on the feeling of his cock thrusting in fast and deep.

I felt his thumb circling my asshole, wet with spit or my pussy juice, I’m not sure. I pushed back against him, encouraging him to touch more. Fiance has explored my ass with his tongue and 1 finger, but never further than that. “Call him back.” I reached for my phone again and typed to daddy “may I call you again sir?” “Why?” “Please just let me call you again.” Suddenly, my pussy felt empty, and I felt a searing pain and pressure. F had just taken my anal virginity in one long, fast thrust. I screamed, and tried to push myself off of him, but F held my hips firmly in place. As I moaned and yelled, I called daddy without his permission. He picked up and heard me yelling “Fuck, daddy, he’s in my asshole, it hurts. He’s fucking me hard. Oh fuck, it feels so good.” In between telling daddy what was happening, I was telling F to slow down, telling him it felt good but it also hurt. F ignored any resistance I put up, and continued to fuck my ass. I honestly can’t tell you what Daddy was saying, he was definitely groaning, and stroking his cock, and was beyond turned on, but I have no idea what he was saying to me at that time. I was in shock for multiple reasons: I had a cock in my asshole for the first time, it was done without my consent, and F had planned it so daddy would hear it happen without his permission. I was also shocked by how much I loved the feeling. F finally pulled out and got off the bed, leaving me panting, dazed, and speaking to Daddy. F grabbed something off the nightstand, and was behind me again “I think he brought lube, he’s going to fuck me again.” I felt his cock behind me again, is hands on my hips, and he easily slid into me. F calmly commanded “Get off the phone now”. “Daddy I have to go now.”

My mind was in a complete haze at this time. I had become his fucktoy, and was loving every second of it. After getting his fill of my asshole, he came in front of me and told me to suck. I didn’t think twice (and luckily he’d used coconut oil). I took him into my mouth without hesitation has he tilted his head back and called me filthy names, amazed at what a whore I was for sucking him off after he’d fucked my ass. I only sucked him more earnestly as the dirty slut inside me had completely taken over, and was relishing in this attention and acknowledgement.

He then pushed me down again, and proceeded to lick my pussy expertly again, easily giving me a third orgasm. He then knelt over my face and fucked my mouth. “Where should I cum, eswhore?” “mmmm I have to go to work after this, so anywhere but my face, F. That will be for another day.” As he began stroking over my body, I found my phone again and took more pictures and video for daddy. He continued to stroke as I occasionally sucked, but I was distracted by daddy’s messages and trying to send him videos. Suddenly, without any warning, I felt F’s warm cum shoot on my face: my lips, mouth, chin, nose, eyes, and of course, into my hair I had blown out that day. I laughed, but was obviously angry and annoyed. He didn’t care. I deserved it for giving so much attention to daddy, plus it was an excuse to shower together…but not before he took a picture of his cum covering my face.

After we showered, me annoyed with shitty hotel shampoo and soap, annoyed that I would have to stop at my place before work to shower again, him thoroughly pleased with himself, I became shy again. We sweetly kissed goodbye, and I walked out of his hotel room. We’ve talked since, agreeing that we both definitely want to play again.

I pulled my phone out of my coat in the elevator, finding a message from Daddy: ”I’m here, waiting for you.”

A month later, I’m here in my fiance’s family’s house, waiting for him to wake up to help wrap Christmas gifts. Daddy has been MIA for a week…reading my messages and not responding, not saying a word about my reddit posts..a torture he hasn’t inflicted in a very long time. I miss him, and his attention. He’ll wake up to find my message today: “I’m here, waiting for you.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5k3fkj/part_2_becoming_a_cheating_mistress_mfdscheating