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“Daddy, it’s just a skirt!”
“No, it’s a skirt onyou.It doesn’t look the same on you as it would look on anyone else. Not when you’ve got this gorgeous ass underneath, all tricked out in a tiny red thong. Don’t tell me it’s just a skirt. It’s a shortcut to what every man wants. And what they want isours.” He throws a gesture in my direction as I’m climbing out of the SUV, already unzipping my pants to let my erection breathe. “His and mine.”
Ruby watches my approach with big, innocent eyes that cloud with more and more heat as Dean continues to spank her backside.
“I know I belong to you. Ilovebelonging to you.”
Dean kisses his way down her back, burying his face between the lush, reddened cheeks of her ass, rubbing side to side with a groan. “Then stop making usinsane. I don’t like men talking to my little girl.”
“D-Daddy, what are you doing?” she moans, shyly pushing her bottom higher.
“I’m showing you what those men want when they come into the bookstore. I’m licking this tight, sexy asshole.”
Ruby gasps. “You can’t!”
“Watch me,” he growls, jiggling that pucker with the tip of his tongue, all while he wrestles with the fly of his dress pants, taking his cock out and stroking, stroking, in time with his tongue. “Time for her to learn a lesson. Isn’t that right, Cameron?”
“Teach it to her, Dean.”
“Gladly.” He crowds closer to her upturned ass, bringing his dick up between her legs and circling the tip against her pussy hole. “I’m going to come in front. Where do you want to put yours?”
“All over her pretty face,” I pant, getting a rhythm going with my own hand, my balls drawn up high and tight, sensitive afterforty-eight hours without her. “If I even make it that long. You know I love watching her get a lesson.”
“Good.” He covers her mouth with his right hand and rams himself deep inside her cunt, tightening his hold when she screams. “That’s exactly what she’s getting.”
Ruby
I’m the luckiest girl in the world, I think, as my tits and stomach squeak up and back on the hood of the Maserati, Dean’s fat shaft arrowing deep enough to feel in my tummy. I would say I have the best of both worlds, but I have even more than that. I have the best ofallworlds. Friendship with two incredible women. A Daddy who spoils me with Harry Winston jewelry and private jet trips to the Caribbean. A soulful poet who isn’t ashamed of his kink anymore and has grown formidable in the way he expresses it, not to mention romancing me with his poetic words and bedroom eyes.
I also have the solitude I always wanted. My men come over to play and bond with me, then I’m still free to pursue my own interests. As long as those interests don’t involve other men. As if I could find any man who would live up to these two. Not a chance.
Life is beautiful. I’m in love. Times two.
My sexuality has been cultivated to a peak and that peak only gets sharper.
Cameron leans his left elbow on the hood of the car, his hand busy stroking between his legs, our mouths engaging in a carnalkiss while Dean fucks me hard from behind. “Is he correct, angel? Are you making him crazy on purpose?”
I bite my lip and nod, trying to look contrite while Dean makes guttural sounds behind me. “Yes.”
“Why?” Cameron asks.
“Daddy touches me when he’s jealous,” I say, whimpering over a particularly aggressive drive, the tilt of Dean’s hips giving me the most intense friction against my clit, the slippery trunk of his sex rubbing, rubbing, rubbing me there. “Even though he’s not supposed to.”
Sweat beads on Cameron’s upper lip. “Where do you like to be touched?”
I press my lips together. “He said I have to keep it a secret.”
“Oh lord,” he breathes, his arm moving faster. “Why?”
“If I’m a good girl, he’ll take me away and we can be together. I’ll have my Daddy all to myself.” I graze Cameron’s mouth with mine, pulling away and bringing a string of his spit with me. “As soon as I’m old enough.”
Dean, who has been listening closely and growing increasingly frantic, pumping unevenly and grunting, loses his control and ejaculates inside me with a hot rush, slamming my hips into the hood and shaking, his calls for God and the deep, deep, deep grinding pressure of his cock pushes the right button inside of me, and I come, too, shuddering with my ass curved to Dean’s stomach, my core convulsing almost violently, our combined pleasure dripping onto the Maserati logo.
Needing to make both of my men happy, because it fulfills me to do so, I slide off the car and kneel in front of Cameron, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue, palming my bare breasts while he beats off over my waiting mouth, keeping my eyes innocent, curious, sweet, rewarded by the hot stripes of semen that paint my face seconds later, Cameron gasping and shaking through his orgasm.
My men give themselves a few seconds to recover, then, as anticipated, I’m being scooped up and carried inside the house like a princess, praised and kissed and cuddled, while I simply absorb their affection.
We stop at the entry table and Dean slides open the drawer, taking out my two diamond rings. They take turns putting our symbols of commitment on my ring finger. It’s our ritual. Perhaps we can never get married, but we get married in our own way every single time they come to see me.
“Wife of my heart,” Cameron says quietly, kissing my cheek.
Dean kisses the other. “Wife of my soul.”
“I love you both,” I sigh dreamily, letting Cameron carry me to the back of the house for a three-person bath—and we all know how that’s going to end.
The same way we know our love never, ever will.
THE END
“No, it’s a skirt onyou.It doesn’t look the same on you as it would look on anyone else. Not when you’ve got this gorgeous ass underneath, all tricked out in a tiny red thong. Don’t tell me it’s just a skirt. It’s a shortcut to what every man wants. And what they want isours.” He throws a gesture in my direction as I’m climbing out of the SUV, already unzipping my pants to let my erection breathe. “His and mine.”
Ruby watches my approach with big, innocent eyes that cloud with more and more heat as Dean continues to spank her backside.
“I know I belong to you. Ilovebelonging to you.”
Dean kisses his way down her back, burying his face between the lush, reddened cheeks of her ass, rubbing side to side with a groan. “Then stop making usinsane. I don’t like men talking to my little girl.”
“D-Daddy, what are you doing?” she moans, shyly pushing her bottom higher.
“I’m showing you what those men want when they come into the bookstore. I’m licking this tight, sexy asshole.”
Ruby gasps. “You can’t!”
“Watch me,” he growls, jiggling that pucker with the tip of his tongue, all while he wrestles with the fly of his dress pants, taking his cock out and stroking, stroking, in time with his tongue. “Time for her to learn a lesson. Isn’t that right, Cameron?”
“Teach it to her, Dean.”
“Gladly.” He crowds closer to her upturned ass, bringing his dick up between her legs and circling the tip against her pussy hole. “I’m going to come in front. Where do you want to put yours?”
“All over her pretty face,” I pant, getting a rhythm going with my own hand, my balls drawn up high and tight, sensitive afterforty-eight hours without her. “If I even make it that long. You know I love watching her get a lesson.”
“Good.” He covers her mouth with his right hand and rams himself deep inside her cunt, tightening his hold when she screams. “That’s exactly what she’s getting.”
Ruby
I’m the luckiest girl in the world, I think, as my tits and stomach squeak up and back on the hood of the Maserati, Dean’s fat shaft arrowing deep enough to feel in my tummy. I would say I have the best of both worlds, but I have even more than that. I have the best ofallworlds. Friendship with two incredible women. A Daddy who spoils me with Harry Winston jewelry and private jet trips to the Caribbean. A soulful poet who isn’t ashamed of his kink anymore and has grown formidable in the way he expresses it, not to mention romancing me with his poetic words and bedroom eyes.
I also have the solitude I always wanted. My men come over to play and bond with me, then I’m still free to pursue my own interests. As long as those interests don’t involve other men. As if I could find any man who would live up to these two. Not a chance.
Life is beautiful. I’m in love. Times two.
My sexuality has been cultivated to a peak and that peak only gets sharper.
Cameron leans his left elbow on the hood of the car, his hand busy stroking between his legs, our mouths engaging in a carnalkiss while Dean fucks me hard from behind. “Is he correct, angel? Are you making him crazy on purpose?”
I bite my lip and nod, trying to look contrite while Dean makes guttural sounds behind me. “Yes.”
“Why?” Cameron asks.
“Daddy touches me when he’s jealous,” I say, whimpering over a particularly aggressive drive, the tilt of Dean’s hips giving me the most intense friction against my clit, the slippery trunk of his sex rubbing, rubbing, rubbing me there. “Even though he’s not supposed to.”
Sweat beads on Cameron’s upper lip. “Where do you like to be touched?”
I press my lips together. “He said I have to keep it a secret.”
“Oh lord,” he breathes, his arm moving faster. “Why?”
“If I’m a good girl, he’ll take me away and we can be together. I’ll have my Daddy all to myself.” I graze Cameron’s mouth with mine, pulling away and bringing a string of his spit with me. “As soon as I’m old enough.”
Dean, who has been listening closely and growing increasingly frantic, pumping unevenly and grunting, loses his control and ejaculates inside me with a hot rush, slamming my hips into the hood and shaking, his calls for God and the deep, deep, deep grinding pressure of his cock pushes the right button inside of me, and I come, too, shuddering with my ass curved to Dean’s stomach, my core convulsing almost violently, our combined pleasure dripping onto the Maserati logo.
Needing to make both of my men happy, because it fulfills me to do so, I slide off the car and kneel in front of Cameron, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue, palming my bare breasts while he beats off over my waiting mouth, keeping my eyes innocent, curious, sweet, rewarded by the hot stripes of semen that paint my face seconds later, Cameron gasping and shaking through his orgasm.
My men give themselves a few seconds to recover, then, as anticipated, I’m being scooped up and carried inside the house like a princess, praised and kissed and cuddled, while I simply absorb their affection.
We stop at the entry table and Dean slides open the drawer, taking out my two diamond rings. They take turns putting our symbols of commitment on my ring finger. It’s our ritual. Perhaps we can never get married, but we get married in our own way every single time they come to see me.
“Wife of my heart,” Cameron says quietly, kissing my cheek.
Dean kisses the other. “Wife of my soul.”
“I love you both,” I sigh dreamily, letting Cameron carry me to the back of the house for a three-person bath—and we all know how that’s going to end.
The same way we know our love never, ever will.
THE END