My tall, sexy dom has been flirting with a new girl, a sexy blonde named Trish. She’s hot— slender with long blonde hair, a tight body, perky tits, and big blue eyes. For context, he’s tall and sexy, with longish hair and intense eyes. He looks like a viking! I’m his favorite of the women in his modern-day harem—a redhead with 40G tits and curves that won’t quit.
My job is to help him get off exactly the way he wants with whomever he wants (and he nearly always wants to get off with me…or me and someone else).
One thing he likes is for me to tell him what fantasies I get off to while we’re apart. This was last night’s…
By now, he’s fucked Trish a few times, and she’s addicted to him (and his insanely talented mouth). It’s still new, and she’s still trying to impress him. One night, as they were making out, he told her “I feel like I can tell you things other girls can’t handle.” She swallowed the bait and said “you can tell me anything, Baby.”
“Well,” he purred, “ for starters, you can stop calling me ‘Baby.’ It’s like nails on a chalkboard to me. You call me ‘Mister.’”
That seemed to sting a little, but she was still thinking she’d be the future Mrs. Viking if she played along, so she acted like it didn’t bother her. “Okay, Mister,” she giggled. “And what will you call me?” “Oh, I’ll call you whatever I want, and you’ll answer,” he told her, putting his hand to her throat.
All her Daddy issues kicked in and she melted as he lightly choked her, soaking her panties.
“Now,” he told her, “sit right there like a good girl while I get something.” Intrigued, she sat, fidgeting with her hair and straightening the fancy black lace underwear she’d worn for him. When he came back in, all the color drained from her face. I was right behind him, carrying a blindfold and some coconut oil.
She jumped up, exclaiming “what the fuck,” but he gave her a gentle shove back down. “Shhhhh…me and my girl are busy right now. You shush.”
Clearly nonplussed but having no better idea as to what to say just then, she actually did shut up.
“Don’t be like that,” I crooned to her. “Let’s be friends. My Daddy thinks you’re pretty.” Her gaze shifted to him and she said, “what is this, Baby,” but he grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks, gently scolding her for her mistake. “Mister,” he reminded her. “You can call me Mister. And this is my Misty. You don’t talk to her unless she talks to you first. In fact, we’ll all enjoy this a whole lot more if you don’t talk at all.”
At that, he released her and I pressed a finger to my lips in a “shhh” gesture.
Then I went to work. While he recorded video, I undressed Trish, tossing her carefully chosen lace bra and panties onto the floor. “Good little girl, being so quiet,” I said encouragingly. “If you were still talking, I’d have to stuff those in your mouth, and Daddy doesn’t like wasting holes.”
She looked blankly at him, clearly upset and trying to figure out if this meant she wasn’t going to be his woman. Naked now, I eased her backward onto the bed. Looking at me, he ordered “now make your clothes go away,” and I stripped without hesitation.
I blindfolded his new hole, then began rubbing her entire body with coconut oil. I started with her tits, then ran my hands down her flat stomach, along her firm thighs, then back up, just barely brushing her incredibly wet pussy. After doing that a few times, her breathing changed, became heavy.
He handed me the phone and had me record while he ate her pussy. He is a master at pleasing a woman this way! He can map a woman’s pussy within minutes, then play her like an instrument so she comes mindblowingly hard over and over. By now, he had Trish thoroughly mapped!
She squirted all over him. “Come and taste her,” he ordered, and I lapped up her juices while he got video. After I’d thoroughly drunk her in, he said casually “I feel like jerking off.”
I know this means he wants to use a woman’s pussy, but not see her face. Just use her like a hole. So, I moved, straddling Trish and lifting her legs in one fluid motion. I strummed her clit a little, making her moan, and redistributed some of her cunt juice and residual coconut oil onto her asshole.
“Good girl,” he purred, as I spread her open for him. “My best girl.” She made a sort of bitchy noise at that but it was drowned out by her moaning as he sank into her.
I leaned down and sucked her clit as I continued to straddle her, getting her close to cumming as he fucked her. “Bring me your tits,” he ordered, and I stood up so he could suck my tits while he jerked off into new hole’s wet pussy.
Then he aimed lower. “Hey, Mister!” She protested. He hadn’t been in her ass before, and she seemed not to want anal.
“Be a good girl,” I warned her. “Daddy doesn’t like whining.”
As I finished my sentence, he worked his slick cock into her tight asshole. “Mmmm, that’s good,” he breathed, stuffing his cock deeper into her ass, giving her a proper ass-fucking.
I held her legs up and kept her spread for him. Just as it seemed he was about to finish, he pulled out. “Clean off this cock,” he told me, and I sucked Trish’s ass and pussy juices off his cock, like a good girl.
“Now get on top of her, ass up,” he ordered. “Oof,” she complained as I shoved her further up on the bed so I could fit between her legs and rest my head on her stomach, my ass in the air for him.
“That’s my girl,” he said, sinking into my dripping cunt. “Now talk.” Trish piped up, but he clarified “not you. You don’t talk. My best girl does the talking.” “I’m Daddy’s dirty hole,” I said in a little singsong voice.
“We’re both Daddy’s dirty holes, filling in for his other, lazier girls,” I continued, as he fucked me faster and harder.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged, “please fill my cunt with your cum. I’ll be such a good girl! I’ll even share it with Daddy’s pretty new hole!”
Growling, he emptied his balls into my wet cunt. After he’d taken a couple of photos, I rearranged myself, letting his cream pie ooze out of me onto Trish’s clit. She moaned as I used his cum as lube, massaging her clit with indirect pressure. He inserted a couple of fingers and worked his magic, and she trembled as she squirted a second time.
I got off her, bending over to lick his cum off her clit, which by then was so sensitive that I had to be gentle. “Good girl,” he said to me as he made video of it. “My best girl.”
“Thanks, Mister,” Trish said in a flirty, satisfied voice.
“Not you. You and me are done for tonight,” he told her. “Keep the blindfold on and lay here until you hear my car drive away.”
Then we gathered our clothes and left her there, trembling and soaked, with a very sore asshole. As we turned off of her road, we looked at each other and laughed.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/cvqivw/helping_my_sexy_viking_dominate_his_hot_blonde
Your writing is really good and steamy. But I personally found myself distracted by the lack of consent with it. Might want to add that to the label maybe?