Page List


Font:  

As Mistress continued to pound my silky hole, I absorbed the feeling of Daddy in my mouth, his wand twitching as I dragged my tongue up and down his shaft. I wrapped my lips around the base as he shoved my head down as far as it would go and gagged, causing Daddy to moan weakly. The warm chasm of my mouth was a delightful playground for him to penetrate. Mistress drove herself deeper into me as she reached around to rub my clit, the circular motion of her fingers gentle and loving against my skin. I moaned into Daddy's cock and he stroked my hair while whispering encouraging phrases. Mistress was giggling excitedly while prodding me and I could feel the tickling sensation grow within my gut. Was I allowed to cum?

I pulled away from Daddy's cock to ask, “Can I cum now?”

My question was met by the slam of Daddy's hand against the back of my head and his cock silencing me, his voice booming that I wasn't allowed to do anything until they were finished.

“If you cum before I tell you to cum, I won't play with you for a week,” Daddy said while pumping his cock in and out of my mouth.

The threat scared me as if one of my necessities had been taken away and I wasn't allowed to drink or shower or sleep. There was no way I could survive without Daddy's touch for a week. I'd simply wither away. I wish I could tell him that, but the girth of his member made that impossible. Instead, I decided to show him how much I couldn't live without him and started sucking harder, the muscles of my mouth closing in around his beautiful cock that was starting to tense up against my tongue. I could hear Mistress behind me grunting softly, her moans starting to fill the air as my hot honey coated her dildo. The two of them were rejoicing verbally of the amazing holes I provided, my body a toy of pure pleasure for them to enjoy.

As Daddy slid into my mouth harder, I could taste his warm flavor of desire beginning to exit his body, the creamy substance threatening to shoot into the back of my throat. I eagerly sucked the fluid leaking on my tongue and pulled his hips hard, my mouth taking over the rhythm with glee. Daddy grabbed the back of my head as he cried out, his hot load filling my mouth and throat as I continued to suck. I swallowed every bit of his creamy seed, continuing to lick at the head of his cock as he calmed down. Mistress was next to cry out behind me, her voice filling the room with a hearty bay that seemed to echo. She pounded against my bottom and started to shake as her body was rocked with an insane orgasm. I couldn't see it, but I could feel her rattling behind me as she rubbed my clit harder.

“Cum now, little girl,” she said while leaning her breasts against my sweaty back. “Let's see you shake.”

I looked up at Daddy, asking with my eyes whether or not that was okay. He nodded and took my face between his hands, and then leaned down to kiss my cum-covered lips that were salty with his load. As Mistress rocked into me again, Daddy kept my forehead pressed against his so he could see my face as I came. He licked my lips, egging me to let go and release my inner goddess that was begging to make an appearance. The combination of Mistress penetrating me and rubbing my clit while Daddy begged me to cum for him caused the tickling sensation to double and then suddenly explode into an array of shakes, yelps, and gasps. My body had never felt such pleasure before, not even at the height of my sexual exploration. Compared to yesterday, this orgasm was phenomenal, practically causing another universe to be birthed as a result of the amount of energy I had just emitted.

Satisfied and proud, Daddy kissed my mouth that was still desperately gasping for air and then pulled me up into his arms. Mistress walked over to us and wrapped a blanket around my shivering body, the warmth of it immediately chasing the coldness away. They both stood together, embracing me while smoothing hair from my face and planting gentle kisses against my temple. Daddy rocked my body while humming, the motion causing my eyes to close and my mind to drift. This is my beautiful family holding me and I hoped that they would never let me go.

Chapter Five

It had been a couple of weeks since I first visited The Marble and I was beside myself with ecstatic wonder. Mistress and Daddy had proven themselves to be amazing teachers who were mostly forgiving and merciful when it suited them. Our dynamic was amazing, Mistress taught me much about the art of bottoming while Daddy molded me into the perfect little girl. My brattiness had all since faded and I was more focused on pleasing than receiving pleasure. Being so willing to give was the most rewarding aspect, my good behavior being met with orgasm after orgasm. On a particularly chilly evening, Mistress had warmed me up with a new toy I had never heard of before. It was a large massage wand that was attached to a dial, the girth of it proving to be its most intimidating feature. Mistress assured me she wouldn't insert it and had me lie back.

As she grazed it over my clit and turned the dial to different strengths, I couldn't keep myself still. She had to call one of her female servants into the room to hold me in place while she forced me to orgasm. Each one came after the other, my body rattling violently beneath the weight of what was now two people holding me down while I uncontrollably screamed against the vibration of the wand. I had no idea what a rolling orgasm was until that night and I became utterly addicted to the rush.

Tonight was our first time not attending the club seeing as it was my mother's night off. In truth, I was so raw that the thought of being touched caused my swollen lips to twitch nervously, unsure of whether I could take another object, cock, or hand. As I rested in my comforting warm sheets that were fresh from the dryer, I heard squeaking coming form next door. Positive that I had just been imagining things, I went back to watching the television that Daddy had purchased for me the day before. It was small set, but it fit perfectly on top of my dresser and got all of the channels that I watched regularly.

Even over the volume of the TV, I could have sworn I had heard more squeaking. I looked at my bedroom door that was cracked, wondering what in the world was going on outside of my room. Curiously, I stood from the bed and peered out into the hall to look around. No one was in the living room and the kitchen light was off, so my parents must be in their room--

No way.

I stared down the other end of the hall to their bedroom door that was firmly shut, still hearing the creaking coming through the wood. There was no way he was pleasing that selfish cow right now after everything we had just been through. He had been teaching me everything that there was to know about the dark world of BDSM and I was enjoying every torturous minute, my body receptive to every smack and hit from all sorts of toys. My bottom was still braised with bruises from the last spanking session, but he was in there having sex with my mother. Jealousy rushed through my body like an illness, a fever taking hold of my face and causing me to become flushed with rage.

Closing my door quietly, I stomped over to my bed and silently threw a tantrum all over the top of my clean sheets, twisting them up around my body and tossing them to the ground in a fit. I couldn't believe Daddy would do such a thing to me after all I had given him. I was the most well-behaved little girl in the entire club, other Masters bringing their slaves to watch me as I took all my whippings and obediently gave Daddy my mouth for whatever he wanted. Sometimes, Daddy would instruct me to suck someone's cock, presumably to test my obedience level. I was so willing to do anything for him that I jumped on the opportunity to obey, making other Masters jealous of how committed I was to Daddy and his pleasure.

My mother couldn't do that. She couldn't please him like I could

. She wouldn't crawl on her hands and knees through mud and muck for him. Everything I did for him was unattainable by anyone else. No one could please Daddy like me. I'm special. He told me so. I remember when he looked down at me one day and whispered that he loved me, his thumb brushing cum away from my cheek as he said those beautiful words directly at me. I'd never heard that phrase uttered in that way before, not even by the lovers with who I had felt a strong connection. Never had I uttered those words, at least not since I was ten years old.

“I love you, too, Daddy,” I said while tearing up.

I had to choke down the water works to keep my composure in front of our fetish family who was watching from the doorway at the loving display in our own personal dungeon. Later, in the recovery room, another little girl approached me as I was hydrating and commented on how lucky I was to have him as my Daddy.

“Any girl would be jealous of your dynamic. It's absolutely beautiful,” she said between mouthfuls of peanuts. “You're a lucky girl.”

I smiled at her compliment, feeling the warmth of it radiating through my soul. I am a very lucky girl to have my Daddy. He was so sweet to me that I almost felt unworthy of it. All the punishments, the spankings, the poundings, and the cum shots were beyond titillating. If I had done this for anyone else, it wouldn't mean a damn thing. But for Daddy, it meant everything. I was blossoming and giving him my whole world all at the same time. I never wanted to be freed from this rapturous bind.

So, why was he giving pleasure to someone else?

I knew that we had to keep our relationship discreet, so it wasn't like I was allowed to barge in and make a fuss about Daddy's dick being in her vagina. Still, it made me feel sick to think that he possibly enjoyed it. What if I wasn't his toy, but just a tool? I had never minded being used before, so why was I suddenly bothered by this thought? When I had finally stopped thrashing around on my bed, I sprawled out on top of the mess of sheets and stared at the wall. My cartoons no longer entertained me because all I wanted was Daddy's attention. Would he be able to sneak in here later? If I asked, he might punish me and I wouldn't like whatever punishment he was going to hand out.

My stomach twisted at the thought of losing his affections. Falling out with Daddy would mean being banned from The Marble. What if he did that to me? I cringed at the thought, attempting to push it away as the sounds from next door increased in volume. Trying hard to tune it out, I turned up my television and rolled over on my bed to hug my teddy bears, shoving their fluffy bodies over my ears so I wouldn't be able to focus on the dreadful noise coming from next door. I considered calling Mistress Lolita to come pick me up. Maybe it would be acceptable for us to go play together while Daddy was busy managing his marriage. I couldn't blame him for playing the part.

But did he like it?

I fell asleep before I noticed the sounds again, the hum of the television and the fur of my stuffed animals comforting me in the midst of my terrible tantrum. It made me feel like a child and not in the good way that Daddy made it feel. I could feel the brat crawling up my throat, ready to throw toys and scream if anyone dared to walk in on my nap. For a little while, I slept peacefully without dreaming for a good while until I was awakened by the sound of my door creaking open. I stayed wrapped up in my sheets and bears, unable to move because I was hoping it was Daddy coming to my rescue.

Innocently, I rolled over on to my left side and put my thumb in my mouth while hugging a bear tightly to my chest. I could hear the sound of clicking, of a tongue against teeth, and gently opened my eyes to find Daddy standing in the middle of my messy room. He was shaking his head.

“You've made quite a mess in here, baby,” he said firmly. “What's wrong?”


Tags: Lucy Lixx Erotic