It felt a little weird, being back home again with the boyfriend. Things seemingly had fallen back into the usual routine. Not that the usual routine was best. But it was… familiar. You’d fuck, and you’d fight, and forgive, and fuck. Over and over again like clockwork. Of course, things were a little different now.
After all, it was only a week ago that you’d foolishly invited me over for a “post-work lap dance”. Once thing had led to another and you couldn’t help yourself from surrendering your pussy to me, physically, verbally, mentally, emotionally. After that night I had used you like a fuck toy for days on end until word arrived from your boyfriend that he’d be returning home.
You wondered how many cream pies I must have given you in that time. How many times my bare cock had exploded inside you. How many times I had completely flooded you. How many times you’d begged for me to slide inside and re-affirm my ownership of your pussy. Your mouth. Even your ass. Your whole body had belonged to me by the end of it. Dozens of times at least. Enough to have easily impregnated you if you weren’t on birth control.
But now life was back to normal and it seemed like all a dream. Surely you hadn’t _cheated_. You were naughty, but you weren’t _like that_. Or so you had thought. But then your boyfriend would fuck you again, and you’d remember. You’d feel his smaller cock inside you, not stretching you the way I had. Not flooding you inside the way I would. And every time he finished you’d find yourself wanting more. But not more of the same. More of what you had. _More of me_.
Physically, you might be submitting to him still. But deep down you sat there, waiting for me to re-claim you. Desperate for it.
Before you knew it, you’d had yet another fight. You don’t even really know what about. Someone said something stupid. _Was it me, or him?_ you wonder, as you drove off to your mother’s for a reprieve from him. Not the first time or the last.
Tapping away on your phone on the cold patio, dimly light by a night time fire, your mind began to wander a little. The vibration of your phone startled you as you checked to see what it was.
A private image album in your DMs; and inside, half a hundred photos and videos of you. And of me. _Us together_. You smirk as you remember taking them, having almost forgotten that we did. You can feel yourself grow wet as you take in each photo. In one, you were down on your knees. Utterly naked, with the exception of leather cuffs that bound your hands behind your back, cat ears, and a collar. Your eyes shined with adoration and desperation as your tongue was caught mid-lick across the tip of me.
In another your face couldn’t even be seen as you laid prone on the bed. All focus laid on the sight of my hard cock thrust half way into your pussy. You could see how your pussy lips clamped tight against my thickness. Creamy white juice covered the length of me and could be seen pouring out of you.
Remembering the feeling of me inside you, how it felt to have your body soak up my cum and become one with it; it was enough to bring a hot flush to your face despite the cold breeze on the patio. You hadn’t even noticed how cold your hands and feet had gotten, the burning wetness in your loins had been more than enough to distract you.
“Do you remember who your pussy belongs to?” blared across your screen. You gulped, throat dry, heart heavy, pussy pounding, as you typed out your response. “Of course. It belongs to YOU” you replied.
Shoveling your phone back into your pocket, you raised yourself up from the cold chair and wandered inside. Mindlessly, you drifted to the bathroom and cranked the handle of the shower to an “on” position and sat back to let it get warm. Fetching your things from the other room, you caught another text from me as you undressed.
“What are you doing right now? Not at work?” I asked.
You smiled as you keyed in your response. “At my mother’s. We fought again.” The reply flew from your phone to mine as you continued. “I’m shaving your pussy for you. Please re-claim it? It’s been missing your cock…”
With that you began to make good on your promise, stepping inside the shower to shave and make yourself smooth for me as you eagerly awaited my response.
Delicately, you stroked the razor across your mons as you bit your lip in anticipation. Your other hand absent-mindedly moved to your breast and over your nipple. You gasped as you imagined me on top of you, knocking the razor from your hand as I plunge myself into you.
Gasping, you realize you’ve nicked yourself, distracted by thoughts of me. Clearing your head, you finish the job and towel off as your heart beats in anticipation of my message.
Finally, as you stand naked in the bathroom and fully dried off, your hand glides over to your phone and unlocks it to read my reply.
“Come over as soon as you’re done. I have a friend I’d like you to meet.”
It felt like your heart would explode in your chest. “Yes, Daddy” you quickly replied. Rushing back to your room you plied through your lingerie drawer to find the skimpiest, sexiest, kinkiest little bits of cloth you could find. Not wanting to arouse suspicion with your mother, you throw on some baggy sweat pants and a loose shirt before you walk out the door, muttering some excuse about seeing a co-worker.
The tiny g-string you’d donned was already damp by the time you pulled into my driveway. Tossing aside the baggy disguise inside the car, you mustered a deep breath as you stepped out into the cold night air, hoping no one would notice a mostly naked slut approaching my door.
Ringing the doorbell, you stood there cold and shivering as you waited for me to open the door. And yet; your pussy seemed hot enough to burn paper despite it all.
It only took a quick moment for the door to swing open and engulf you with light and warm air. “Surprise…” you moan breathily as you present yourself to the door. Your breathe catches in your throat as you realize _that’s not him._ Panicking, you cover up slightly as the stranger laughs and stands aside to let you in.
Nervous, you stand there shell shocked a moment before you see my round the corner from inside and wave hello. Realizing the situation, you can’t help up laugh and walk inside as the other man leads you in the living room with me. Immediately, he’s already drawn his hand down your back and to your barely covered ass for a squeeze. _He’s cute though_ you think, letting him.
“This is the friend I told you about,” I mention, waving over to John. John who still had his hand glued to your ass. “Mhm, I’d offer you a handshake, but you’ve got your hands full already I can see,” you laugh.
Laughing, he releases you and gestures to the couch where I’ve sat down. The two of you join, forming a circle between us.
“I thought we’d play a game,” I say. “The rules are simple.”
“The game works by drawing cards from this deck. They’re special cards; each one lists a body part or an action. The person who draws the card has to compare that body part or action with each of the other players and declare which player is best. The winner draws the next card. Whoever has the most cards when we end wins.”
“Interesting…” you admit, blushing a little.
“We’ll play a sample round,” I say. Pulling a card from the deck, I lift it up and present it to you and John. “Eyes,” you read on the card.
“A pretty simple tame one,” I say. Getting up, I move over to you and gently take you face into my hands as I look you deep in the eyes. You inhale slowly as I examine the depths of your eyes. “Pretty, they’re a nice dark green, or maybe blue,” I say, finally breaking away from your gaze.
Finally exhaling, you relax back into your seat as you watch me approach John. Your breath catches in shock as you notice me doing the same to him. Taking his face into my eyes I look deep into them, searching them. “Hmm,” I say. “They’re a nice brown, but she wins this round, ” I admit, breaking away and crashing back down to to the couch. “So, pretty easy right? Shall we play?”
You and John both nod and agree, and so the game began.
“You have next card,” I remind you. “Uh huh,” you acknowledge me as you reach for the deck, pulling out the next card.
“Hands,” you read the card aloud. Setting it aside, you beckon John and myself over to you where we both present a hand to you. Looking over mine first, you take it into your hands and examine it closely.
Mine felt smooth, and soft. But… also deft, and experienced. You pick out several small scars as you run your fingers across mine. Suddenly, a memory flashes before you of my body above yours. You were in bed underneath me, legs spread wide on either side of my torso as I held your wrists pinned above your head. You were gasping, struggling to breath as my very same hand was locked tight around your throat, squeezing you down to the tiniest shred of a last breath as my cock slowly, dreadfully slowly, entered you inch by inch, and out again, and in again. You remembered how you nearly passed out from the power of your orgasm when finally you could no longer draw in even the faintest breath, as I at that very moment had bottomed out inside you, and flooded you with my cum.
Stumbling back into the present frame of mind, you caught your breath from your throat as you set aside my hand and picked up John’s for inspection.
His were a bit more muscular, and rougher. No doubt he could grasp the breath from you as I did, if not better. You did like _my hands_ quite a bit… but suddenly you found yourself feeling bratty. Smirking, you announce “John has the nicer hands.”
John laughed at that, “Thanks.” Pulling back to his spot, he reached over to draw the next card.
“Kissing,” the card read. _Oh, it’s getting interesting now_ you think. Raising an eyebrow at John, you beckon him over.
Getting up, John makes his way over to you and sits down next to you. He wraps his arm around you body pulling you in, and plants his hand gently on your face, holding you steady as he leans in and plants his lips against yours. Your heart beat quickens, and your panties stain the couch as your lips brush against one another, eager and shy all at once, waiting for the other to push the envelope and slip tongue.
Finally you feel his tongue brush against lower lip. You retaliate with a lick of his upper lip and he in turn bites down on your lower lip gently before quickly darting his tongue ever so slightly into your mouth to meet yours. You become breathless as you each let down your inhibitions and dance your tongues against one another, his grip on your growing tighter as you make out.
Several minutes pass like this until finally he breaks from you, leaving you gasping and drenched down below. John takes a moment to breathe before getting up from next to you and looking my way.
“That looks tough to beat,” I laugh, as he stands in front of me. “You’re probably right, maybe you need a handicap,” he says, before placing a knee beside me. Smirking, he then grabs hold of the couch behind me as he lifts his other leg up and onto the other side of me. Placing his weight down onto me, straddling me. Playfully, I reach around and spank his ass as he grinds himself down onto my lap.
“Hey, that’s not fair!” you complain. “I give lap dances for a living, I didn’t know I could have done that,” you playfully whimper.
John and I both laugh as he continues to straddle my lap, giving you a slight shrug before turning his attention back to me. Taking my face into his hand, I wrap both of mine around his thighs and and ass as he leans in and pushes his lips to mine. As his lips press against mine, you can only look on in pure lust.
I can feel the cock you made hard with your kiss rub against mine through our jeans as we take turns sucking in the other’s lower or upper lips, dancing that same game of tongue hide and go seek until finally giving in. Our mouths open wide as our tongues clash against each other in our mouths. Our hands grow more furious on our bodies as he begins to grind against me in long drawn out humps.
You can’t help but reach a hand to your panties, slinking a finger down past the soaked fabric to encircle your clit as you watch us and gasp and moan, practically a horny wreck.
Finally, our kiss breaks as John lifts himself up and out of my lap and crashes back down to the couch.
“Hmmm..” he thinks aloud. “That’s a tough one.” We both stare at him in anticipation of who will win the “Kissing” card.
“I liked her playfulness, and the softness of her. But she was a bit too shy for my taste,” he says. Looking over to me “while you were straight up lustful, and rougher.”
You feel a bit jilted as he announces me as the winner for that round. Not that you felt like complaining though. After all, you’d just witnesses your Daddy dance tongues with another guy, and _that shit was hot_.
I lean forward to draw the next card. “Ass,” I announce, while alternating my glance between the two of you.
“Someone is gonna have to lose some clothes,” I admit, looking at John.
Laughing, he stands to his feet as he pulls his shirt off over his head. Tossing it aside, he looks you in the eye as he unbuckles and begins to shimmy his jeans to the floor. You gasp, noticing his lack of underwear as his cock flops out from his jeans. _Now we’re really getting somewhere_ you think, feeling your pussy gush as you admire his cock.
He was still quite hard already from the kissing round it seemed, but it had lost of bit of its rigidity as it hung there from between his legs. It was long, decently thick and cut with a pretty pink head. His pubes were nothing to speak off, being completely shaven off. His balls hung heavy and swaying.
You could feel yourself biting your lip and salivating. It took several moments to realize you’d been gawking at his cock while he stood there nude, waiting for you to follow suite.
“Ahem,” I cough, as you shake yourself from your cock daze and stand up. Reaching behind your back you easily unclasp your bra and toss it aside, and then quickly peel your drenched g-string from your hips and kick it aside to the ground. “I might stain your couch if I sit back down,” you joke.
John and I both laugh as I point and order you to stand side by side, face to the wall. I quietly approach and kneel down, keeping my face at best a foot from each of your asses.
John was pretty fit, so naturally his ass seemed well toned. And he took good care to keep it free of hair. However, it didn’t seem to have much meat to it.
Yours however, was perfectly thick for your frame. Juicy and plump but still tight. The perfect ass to throw into a doggy position and plunge into.
I ran my hands over your ass first, from the top of the thigh over your cheek to the small of your back on each side. Then with both hands at once. I roughly squeezed each cheek, cupping them in my hands and testing the play of your butt with my fingers. “Hmmm,” I breathe into your ear. “I think I have entirely too much clothing on compared to you two,” I say, before stepping back and peeling my shirt off.
You remain standing taut facing the wall as you hear by belt cackle and fall to the floor behind you. You gulp as I move behind you. Gripping your ass with both hands again, you shudder as you feel something hard from behind slip between your cheeks. You moan breathily as I drag my cock up and down between your cheeks, grazing your hole. You can feel my shaft disappear as I lean back down, putting your ass in my face. My hand comes crashing down against your ass, spanking you hard. I examine the jiggle of your thick ass as I spank again and again.
“Very nice,” I admit. I give another smack, more playful this time, as you hear me shuffle to the right behind John.
You can’t help yourself from turning your gaze across your shoulder as you witness me play with his ass the same way I did yours, running my hands up and down his firm butt, gripping the cheeks, spanking him hard to gauge the jiggle. Standing up I run my hands over his chest and back down to his hips as my cock lines up and slides against the crack of his ass. Silently, you watch as my cock disappears from view between his ass cheeks. Your pussy gushes, and you can feel your wetness drip down your inner thigh as you bite your lip.
As I did to you, I gently rub my cock up and down against his entrance, teasing him, breathing in deep as he moans, before I kneel down face to ass. I spank him hard a few more times. “Time for a taste test I think,” I smirk at you as I plant a kiss against his ass cheek. I plant kiss after kiss on his cheek, each one further inward. I give a lick inches from his crack, long and slow, before plunging my face in and pushing my tongue deep against his hole as both of my hands grip his hips and ass hard to keep him steady.
You can see me close my eyes as my mouth moves furiously against his ass, kissing and tonguing him. You glance up at John as he locks eyes with you, open mouthed and breathless. You look down at his cock, hard as you’ve ever seen, pointing straight forward and bouncing as I ravage his ass with mouth. You can’t help but feel your pussy gush all over again already.
After a few moments of this I break free from his ass and give him another hard spank as I stand up. In a daze, you lock eyes with my cock, thinking that you ought to compare it to John’s. Mine was perhaps not quick as long as his, but thicker, and uncut. You feel your mouth water in desire of it.
“I suppose a penetration test is in order as well,” I laugh. “If you can take it.” John whimpers as he bends over to place his hands on the coffee table. Reaching over around him, I grab some lube and squirt it into my hand to massage into my cock. My fingers rub against his entrance, lubing it generously. “I don’t expect you to be able to take it without much foreplay… I suppose this will prove who’s the bigger anal slut.”
Placing my hands on his hips, I line my cock up to his entrance, toying it against his hole, teasing him. You gasp in awe, as you see me grab hold of my cock and begin to push it inside him. _Daddy’s cock… about to fuck him…_ you think deliriously, hornier than you’ve ever been.
John cries out in a hard groan as the tip of my cock slips inside his hole. I let out a long hard groan of relief as I hold him stead. “Ready for the rest?” I ask after giving him a moment to adjust. “Yes please,” he admits. Slowly, I push myself deeper inside him, a little at a time. His face flushes, and his cock grows harder as I slide deeper. Finally, he can feel my balls brush against his as I bottom out inside him. “Daddy…” you moan, unable to keep from touching yourself as you watch.
“I think 5 good thrusts is a good enough test for this,” I smirk, as I pull myself slowly out of him, almost completely, until pushing in again. “Mmmhmhmhm fuck”, John groans as I bottom out inside him a second time. His hand moves over to his cock to stroke it in desperation. “Ah ah ah, not yet.” I command as I bottom out a third time. With the second to last thrust I pull very nearly completely out before thrusting back in _hard_, eliciting a yelp and a “oh fuck” from John. Finally, I let one last thrust fill him balls deep before pulling completely out. I give him another good hard smack on the ass. “Well done,” I praise.
You bite your lip as I smirk at you, now moving behind you. _Oh fuck_ you think. “Your turn,” I admit. Kneeling down I take your ass into my hands as I plant kiss after kiss on your ass. I can hardly resist kissing inward and inward until you feel my hot wet tongue drag across your entrance. You gush and moan as I lick and lick, until my tongue is pressing hard against your hole, desperate to penetrate it. You can’t help but allow your self to open to me as you grow wetter and wetter.
“You’re so wet I don’t think you even _need_ lube,” I laugh, as my hand grazes your pussy. Lubing my hand with your juices, I bring my wet fingers to your ass and gently massage your hole as I kiss your neck. My left hand snakes up your body, stealing a grab at your tits before wrapping around your throat as I hold you from behind. My right hand continues to work your ass, one finger, and then a second, until you feel my fingers retract and something bigger and harder take their place. “Oh god, fuck” you moan. “I don’t think you finished that sentence,” I moan low in your ear as I grip your throat harder. “Oh god… fuck my ass, please, Daddy?” you finish.
With that, you feel the tip of me rub against your hole and slowly stretch you open. “…Fuck!” you cry out as you ass opens up for my cock. The pain swells up inside you and burns as my cock pushes its way forward, until finally, with a pop, the tip of me slips inside and suddenly the pain explodes into pleasure as you scream out.
I hold you like that, kissing your neck and gripping your throat and hip as your ass relaxes and adjusts to the thickness of me inside you. “Ready for your 5 strokes?” I whisper in your ear. “Yes… Daddy… please…” you beg.
With that, I inch myself deeper inside you, little by little, with you gasping at every bit of progress. You feel full of this dull ecstasy inside you as you feel my cock fully penetrate you. My balls push against the itty bit of flesh between your ass and pussy as my cock pulses deep in you. You groan deeply as I withdraw back to the tip, and plunge deep inside again. And again, and again. Harder and faster each time, until finally, on the fifth thrust I bottom out hard inside you as we both cry out. An orgasm overtakes as you feel warmth spread deep in your ass. Your legs practically give out underneath you as I slowly extract myself. As I pull myself from you a dollop of cum slips out and runs down to your pussy. Your hand moves on its own as it draws up the cum and slips it into your pussy, as deep as you can get it.
Panting, we both crash down to the couch after that. After a minute your eyes finally adjust to notice John had long since taken a sitting position, slowly jerking his cock to the sight of us.
We all take a few minutes of deep breathes to calm down and sober up from our orgasms. John, still having not cum, sat lazily jerking his cock as we recovered. “So… who won?” he asks.
I laugh. “Excellent asses, the both of you. But she has the advantage on you. Thicker, juicier, tastier. And she did manage to make me cum inside her. Though yours did take less warming up to fuck. She wins.”
“Aghh, and I didn’t even get to cum,” he complained.
“Well the night isn’t over yet,” I smirk.
“Hah true, I guess we only _have_ played 4 rounds. Though I think you got a little out of hand on the last one… I’m pretty sure you didn’t need to _fuck us_ to figure out who’s ass is best.” John replies.
We all laugh at that in agreement. “Her turn to draw,” I suggest, glancing over to you.
Exhausted, wet, and full of cum in your ass, you reach over to find out what the next card has in store.
“Taking Commands,” the card read.
“Wait,” you ask. “I’m supposed to judge which of you is better at taking commands?” You grin devilishly. “I like the sound of that.”
John and I smirk at each other and back at you, raising an eyebrow. “You get one command for the each of us.”
“Now then…” you ponder. “_John_ hasn’t gotten to cum yet. Daddy; I command you to make him cum.”
Smirking, I can only agree “very well.”
“Hold up,” you reply, as I begin to move toward John. “And John, I command you _not_ to cum. I can’t have him stealing a creampie from me.” You can’t help but smile and gush even wetter.
We laugh, as I crawl down between John’s legs. Batting away his hand, I gaze into his eyes as my mouth approaches him.
Getting up from your position, you quickly dart over and kneel to the side of me, placing a hand behind my head. “Suck his cock real good for me baby,” you coo in my ear.
I grab hold of his cock with one hand, feeling his firmness strain against my palm as I bring the tip to my mouth. I gaze at John, and then look over to you, locking eyes with you as my tongue stretches out from my mouth to drag across the tip of him, scooping up pre-cum. My hand begins to pump the base of his shaft as I move in and twirl my tongue all around the head of his cock, sucking him gently before taking him deep into my mouth. John’s groans sound out from above us as your grip on the back of my head forces me to take him deeper, almost gagging on the length of him.
“Fuck that’s hot,” you groan as your gaze devours the sight of my mouth and tongue dancing against and consuming his cock. My hands shift to his balls to gently cradle them as you push my head hard against him, forcing him deeper into me.
As I pull his cock from my mouth, you’re unable to resist any longer. Your mouth moves in to meet mine, and we lock lips around the tip of his cock. Our tongues swirl and meld against one another and against the tip of his cock, as I massage his balls and you pump the base of his shaft. Within a short few minutes John is pleading with us to stop, begging that he’ll cum if we don’t. We pay him no heed as we combine forces, making out over the tip of his cock, deep throating his shaft and sucking his balls. His cock tenses and begins to pulse as John goes rigid. Twirling our tongues together over the tip of him, his cum explodes out over both our mouths. We watch every drop, and lick the remainder of him and each other, sharing a cummy kiss over his now softening cock.
“I guess Daddy won that one,” you laugh, after swallowing a gulp of bitter yet sweet cum. I stand and crash down on the couch, while you stand and move over to straddle John. Grinding your wet pussy against his soft cock, you kiss him deeply, and whisper into his ear. “That cum would have been much better spent deep in my pussy as a creampie… you better make it up to me,” you moan. Patting his chest with your hand you raise yourself off him and crash back down to your spot on the couch, wetter than ever.
“My turn again,” I admit, drawing a card. “Fucking,” read the card.
“Holy fuck about time,” you groan. “My pussy needs cock…” you whimper.
Not wasting a second, you clamor over to me and fling your legs around me, straddling me on the couch. You grab my face in your hands as you kiss me, desperately seeking my tongue with yours as my hands grip and spank your ass. You can feel the length of my cock slide between your lips back and forth as you wiggle on my lap, drenching me with your juices. I move a hand over to my cock to position it at your entrance but you swat it way. “The card was ‘fucking’, which means _I’m_ fucking _you_” you command, as you take my cock into your hand and slap it against your clit a handful of times, before finally angling it to your entrance. Your heart skips as you feel the tip slide easily inside you.
In a single quick motion you sink yourself down onto me hard, taking the whole thick length of my cock inside you to the hilt. “Fuck I needed your cock so bad,” you whisper into my ear. “Give me your cum Daddy” you moan as you bounce and grind against my lap, taking my cock hard and deep.
The room reverberates with the _FWAP FWAP FWAP_ of our flesh clashing as you sink yourself down onto my cock over and over. Taking me to the hilt once again, you shift tactics and begin a long forwards backwards grind against me. You can feel my pubic bone rub hard against your clit with each movement, sending electric flares of pleasure crashing through your body. “Fucking fill me up Daddy,” you whimper. “I need your cum, give me that cream pie!” you scream. “Fucking please I’m begging you…”
With that I explode in a loud desperate groan, gripping you tight as I hold you down tight against my cock. You can feel me harden impossibly so within your pussy, tight against your stretched walls as you squirt and gush all over my lap. “Yes! Fucking cum in me!” you cry, feeling the flood of cum shoot out from me inside of you, washing up against your cervix.
We both pant in breathless ecstasy as we recover from the fuck, you collapsed on top of me, cum now leaking out of your full to bursting pussy as my cock softens still inside you.
We share a deep open kiss before you lift yourself up and off of me, a splatter of cum dripping onto me from your cunt as you do.
You plummet backwards onto your part of the couch in satisfied exhaustion, breathing deeply as you enjoy the feeling of your freshly fucked pussy absorbing my cum.
“My turn,” John announces, standing up from his spot. His cock had clearly recovered at this point, standing hard at full attention and pointed to me.
“Whhhat? No,” you cry out. “You owe me a creampie. Me first,” you whimper.
“Are you asking me to concede this round?” John wonders.
I laugh. “It’s fine, let’s interpret ‘fucking’ as boy/girl since she’s so desperate for more cum…”
You blush but can already feel your pussy gushing again as you imagine the double cream pie. You merely lay back into the couch and spread your legs as John approaches you. You can still feel my cum leaking out of you, as he grabs hold of your legs and pins you to the couch. You look down at his cock as he rubs the tip of himself against the cum on your pussy lips, lubing himself up on the combination of our cum. You look him deep into the eyes, and then over to me. “He’s gonna fuck my pussy, Daddy.” The tip of John’s cock pushes up against your entrance, slick with cum.
I laugh. “Your pussy belongs to me. John, give her a good deep cream pie for me.”
With that John plunges himself into you. You’re so wet and slick with cum he slides in straight balls deep with ease. Your eyes are still locked with mine as you take another man’s cock, until eventually they begin to roll out of your head as he thrusts again and again, pounding my cum deeper into you. Your legs wrap tight around his ass as your nails claw his back.
You can feel his balls tighten as they rock against you, and your breathing becomes ragged and useless as an orgasm crashes over you. “John… ” you look at him, and then to me. “Daddy….” you whimper. “His big cock feels so good…” Yet another orgasm rolls over your body like a wave. “His big cock… is gonna cum in me. He’s gonna fucking cum in me…” you moan.
“Good girl, take his creampie,” I command, kneeling next to you. You gush and squirt again, cumming hard as John groans and shoots his own load inside you. His cum mixes with mine inside your fertile womb as rope after rope floods out of his cock, deep in you.
Together we become a breathless panting mess on the couch as our cum leaks out of you. John pulls his softening cock from you, unleashing a flood of cum to rush out of your swollen and well-fucked pussy.
After catching our breath, we decide to end the game there and call it a night. John is first to dress and head out.
“Staying the night?” I ask.
“Mmmm.. I think I need a third guy’s creampie to complete the night. Better go make up with my boyfriend…” you laugh, before kissing me deeply. Before departing me for the night you whisper to my ear “I sure picked a good time to stop birth control…”
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