Helping a Friend’s Loneliness Ch. 02

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Author Note: Another entry in a long line of (mostly) male fantasies littered all over this nice site – this one with pun’kin and princess as the heroines – and the necessary villain that all heroines need, else there isn’t much of a story.

We woke up in a jumble. Daddy got up while it was still dark to take his morning piss. Princess was clingy, asking me what she should do while he was out of earshot and I told her to follow my lead and don’t get discouraged if Daddy turned us down for sex or giving him a blowjob.

When he came back to get his last 30 minutes of sleep before going to work, I cozied up to him and told him I wanted to give him his morning blowjob…and started rubbing his half-there morning wood under the sheets. He was hard when he got up, as I gave him a squeeze as he climbed over me, but pissing – for whatever reason – usually took some strength from him.

Men’s plumbing was kind of complicated!

He replied companionably that he was not ready for a third jism-blast in 10 hours, that his two girls had worn him out the previous night. He put an arm around both of us and just relaxed as I rubbed his dick and princess, following my lead, rubbed it as well, touching and covering my hand, so that our playing with his cock and balls merged together as we gently fondled him and played with him until he kissed us both and got up and went to the shower and us two girls whispered quietly about our new situation.

He was out the door in ten more minutes and we got a chance to relive last night in all its glory while we lazed around in bed, then again over coffee and muffins and fruit, until we had relived every detail multiple times.

I told her I was totally jealous of her locked up in that chain and she related how submissive she felt as he fitted it to her and how horny she was when he finally locked her tight and put the key onto his keychain. She couldn’t believe how much of a turn-on it was to feel so OWNED like that.

I told her we had to add a goal of me joining her in being chained and pussy-locked and owned like that too!

She didn’t think we should rock the boat – and didn’t think he’d like having no pussy to fuck, but I was more comfortable that as long as we sucked his cock and made him happy, and smoothed out any problems in who got fucked and when, I could add this new “stretch goal” to the list of joining my bestie in being a second chastity-girl for Daddy to use, mis-use, abuse, and enjoy. So I contentedly filed that away silently in my mind as a fun, exciting, sexy, future reward to look forward to.

Princess was reluctant to take off her panties that she was wearing, not wanting to cross Daddy, even when he wasn’t here…wondering if she should wear them all day instead of putting on something new…but I told her not to worry about it. The fact that he’d taken off her chastity chain last night was a clear indication that he wanted to set the rules, but not be unrealistic about it.

We both called in sick as we had more important things to do and got all of her necessaries from her place over to our place. We concentrated on the sexy clothes, the bikinis, the miniskirts, her toiletries. If we were going to be a two-slut harem for him, we wanted to do it right. I took her out shopping for all the kinds of underwear that Daddy has taught me he liked when we role-played – hearts, teddy bears, flowers – all in cotton, to supplement her big-girl silk and lace dainties that were normal for grown women like us.

I was in touch with Daddy as the day went by and we bantered and flirted with each other – me thanking him for giving me what I wanted, him saying I was crazy for pushing this, but he was going to enjoy it while it lasted, my disclosure of us two girls calling in sick and moving her in, his replies that that was unnecessary, we had all the time in the world and my disagreement with him and saying that it was TOTALLY NECESSARY, we weren’t going to let him change his mind.

Princess started getting really nervous in the late afternoon as it got closer to when he usually got home. I talked about going out to do some shopping on my own so that she could have some alone time with him without me around and she went into a mini panic attack. She wanted to put her chastity chain on and I told her to let him worry about that.

Plus we weren’t sure if we could get tight enough and if Daddy would be upset if we messed up (we were being mind-fucked by Daddy last night and not paying too much attention to the details so weren’t sure how to re-chastitize her)…but when she gave up on the idea of pussy-chaining herself, she wanted to put on her panties from last night, so that he could see she was following his instructions.

It was actually hilarious, and lightened the mood, for us to be worrying about how to greet Daddy, her worried that she would make him mad, or be disappointing to him, when he hadn’t set any rules and HE WAS THE ONE who was getting all the benefits.

But beyoğlu escort all that was over soon enough, as we heard the car drive up and we both shimmied out of the rest of our small amount of clothes and met him at the door, naked as jaybirds, with hopeful smiles and fresh, showered, clean, ready-to-fuck bodies on a glorious Tuesday night.

The only thing we were afraid of is that he wouldn’t want to fuck us or have us suck his cock – that he wouldn’t be in the MOOD when we were so keyed up by the day.

But neither of us had to worry. He was equal to the occasion, wrapping an arm around us both, cupping our naked asses with his strong hands and questing fingers, digging a digit or two into our cunts as he groped us, giving me a welcoming kiss first (I was on his right) and her a welcoming kiss second (she was on his left). Princess and I executed our pre-arranged strategy of telling him we were eager to start our double-blowjob practice and would he sit on the couch so that we could get started.

“Girls! Girls! I have hardly had a chance to put down my things! I just got home!”

But he did sit down and pulled me onto his lap, having princess standing in front of him, vulnerable and nude. I spread my legs to straddle one thigh as he cupped one of my tits and pulled our new live-in girl close to us. He used his hands to turn her around and look at her naked body.

“I don’t usually see you after one of our corporal punishment dates, princess! Your shoulders look okay – I don’t see any heavy marks from my belt, but your ass is a mess, Miss X! It looks like I went too hard last night…”

“Not at all, Daddy. You were perfect. The belt marks always go away fast, but the cane and crop marks stay awhile, usually three or four days. I actually love to see myself covered in bruises, it reminds me of what a good time I always have with you. Thank you for punishing me last night and fucking me too! Thank you!”

“Hmmmm…are you sure you’re okay? Now that I see you the next day, in a more vanilla mood – or at least not a sadistic mood, I can’t believe you still put up with all my physical abuse.”

“You can’t fool me, Daddy. Don’t say things that you and I know aren’t true. You don’t abuse me, you give me the pain I need to enjoy myself and so that I can cum, cum for myself and cum for you. I can’t cum without you hurting me.”

“You do look delicious, all marked up, more delicious knowing that I’m the one that did it. Doesn’t she look great, pun’kin?”

“She’s beautiful Daddy. And she wants to suck your cock, just like me,” I said, leaning back into him.

“Is that what you want, princess? I’ll understand if you need some rest and recovery from our date last night…Pun’kin can handle the blowjob, I’m sure.”

“I want to suck your cock too, Daddy. We both do.”

“Well, we can’t get started quite yet…at least YOU can’t get started. You’re naked, but you need to be in chastity for the night.”

“I’ll go get the chain, so you can lock me up again…”

“No. I don’t think it’s practical to wear that a second day in a row – besides I can’t have my valuable masochist getting pinched or cut by something that’s not fitted for her perfectly – that wouldn’t do. Why don’t you go put on some panties, or a swimming suit, or something like that…then your pussy will be covered, while pun’kin is naked, and then we’ll all know what’s what. Can you do that?

“Yes, Daddy…I’ll be right back.”

“…and why don’t you run along as well, pun’kin and get a bit of rope from the night-stand and bring it back here too.”

We both scurried off to the master bedroom, smiling and giggling at Daddy’s directions, pain-girl to pull on a pair of panties, asking me whether she should put a bra on too – and I told her no – stay as naked as possible, but told her to put on some cotton hearts. I went into the top drawer and pulled out a piece of rope he kept there for his bondage moods. These little things were squirreled away all over the house, out of sight for appearances, but available at his whim and desire.

When we went back, I sat on the couch next to him, still completely naked, touching as much of him as possible, while he had princess standing in front of him, with her fresh panties on, the hank of rope in his hand.

He pulled her close, and ran his hands along her hips and butt-cheeks. She sighed – in desire, I’m sure – at his male touch and his confirmation of her as a sexual object. He ran his fingers inside the band of her panties and lightly ran his other hand up her covered-with-cotton pussy…I could see her pushing her cunny out to meet his touch, encouraging anything he wanted to do, letting her know that her pussy belonged to him to do whatever he wanted with.

“What are the rules, princess?”

“I have to be in chastity unless you’re punishing me and fucking me, Daddy…so that pun’kin doesn’t get cheated from having your merter escort cock as your girlfriend. I only get fucked when you’re in the mood to hurt. And I have to worship your cock every-day I’m here. And I have to learn how to give a great double-blowjob with pun’kin.”

She ran out of things to say after the rush of words and thought for just a split second or two.

“I’m sorry, I can’t remember any other rules. I deserve to be punished if I’ve forgotten any.”

“I think you’ve got them pretty well down…good girl that you are. Is she forgetting any rules, pun’kin?” bringing me into the conversation.

“She’s not cheating me of your cock if you fuck her Daddy…we’re both here for you to fuck, but she’s not supposed to pressure you into fucking her, so that’s why she has to be your chastity-bitch.”

As he had us talking to him in role – putting her in sub-space by repeating his rules and making me defend her ability to be fucked whenever he wanted to fuck, not just when he wanted to hurt, he folded the fairly long hank of rope in half, circled it around pain-girl’s waist, turned her around so that she faced away, pulled the two loose ends through the middle of the doubled-over rope in the small of her back, pulled the loose ends back in the direction from which they’d come until it reached all the way around her tummy and to the small of her back again, pulled it through the middle again, and then pulled the remaining rope down and between her legs, turning her around to face him tits-forward, pussy inches from his face.

“But princess doesn’t like to be fucked when she’s not being hurt…she can’t cum unless she’s in pain, pun’kin.”

Living a year with him, I knew his moods, he was teasing her, but she was the third in the triad, so she was afraid to say anything.

“That’s not her call, Daddy. She lives with us now, she has to spread her legs for you whenever YOU want. I told her that there was going to be lots of fucking when she wouldn’t cum…that you’re not always in a sadistic mood and she couldn’t be selfish anymore.”

“Yes, Daddy…you can fuck me whenever you want and when pun’kin allows. If I get to live with you and don’t have to live alone anymore, I expect to be fucked for your pleasure, not for my pleasure. My pussy belongs to you, not to me, Daddy.”

“No…that’s not the rules, princess,” I said. “I don’t allow or forbid anything. Daddy gets to choose who he fucks, not me. I don’t get a say. My reward is sleeping in his bed and living with him and not feeling guilty about the fact that I can’t cum for him.”

As Daddy and I and pain-girl were flirting, he pulled the loop up between her legs and under and through the front of the rope at her belly button, pulling down and tying off a tight knot, so that two strands of rope pressed between her legs, spreading her pussy lips apart, but with her cotton panties between the rope and her cunt.

Last night, the chain was pulled through her legs and secured in the small of her back. Tonight it was reversed. The rope ends were pulled from the small of her back, through her legs, tight against her ass pushing the cotton panties between her pussy-lips, and tied off in front.

And there she was, naked but for the panties, a make-shift chastity belt of thin cotton rope wrapped snugly around her waist, pulled through her legs, pulling her panties into her slightly spread-apart, cotton-covered, and moistening labia, a beautiful sight.

She tentatively put her hands on her rope-girdle, actually pulling the rope tighter between her legs, admiring Daddy’s home-spun handiwork, looking shyly at us both.

“I’m not sure about what your new Mistress is saying, princess? I don’t remember you saying it was okay to fuck you if there wasn’t pain involved.”

“I didn’t say that, Daddy…but I’m here for you to fuck me anytime you want, anyway you want. If you strap or whip or hurt me every once in a while, so there’s a possibility I can cum, I would be grateful, but Mistress told me her expectations and I do want to be a good girl for you…I REALLY want to be a good girl for you.”

It looks like she took his cue of Daddy calling me Mistress, and immediately adopted the form.

“Well…it doesn’t look like you have to worry about it tonight, now that you’re all roped up and put away and inaccessible. Is there anything else you have to say to me right now, before you two girls start sucking my cock?”

“Thank you for putting me in chastity, Daddy! I’m so grateful that you take such GOOD care of me. Please can I go down on you to show my gratitude?”

I chimed in with “Daddy…we’ve been so ANXIOUS all day long to practice on your cock…we really want to do a good job double-sucking you.”

“That sounds like a GREAT idea. I think we’ve had enough flirting, I think it’s time we had some quiet, submissive, obedient, head-bobbing, dick-tugging, ball-kissing, and girl-girl kissing. güngören escort Why don’t you girls experiment around a bit and see what works while I enjoy the sight of two beauties trying to please me.”

In reality, he didn’t leave it to us, he helped us along, having us change positions to suit his desire. Princess got things started, pulling on her rope while gobbling his shaft. I cupped his balls and couldn’t help but finger her panties and rope-girdle myself.

She eventually gave his cock to me, after I pulled the rope between her legs tighter to crease it into her pussy, silently telling her that I wanted in on the action, and she gave up his dick, but pulled his balls into a ring made by her fingers and palms to pull them to her side to lick them and kiss them, while I pulled his cock to my side to suck him and blow him. That gradually morphed into him getting involved, using a hand on our head to guide the next girl in, pushing us gently down onto his hard-on turn by turn, girl by girl, mouth by mouth, tongue-by-tongue.

When he got super-hard, he actually pulled me up onto his lap, to straddle him cowgirl, which was a position we often went into when I gave him the usual solo blowjobs on the couch after work or on the weekends, so I was good and practiced at it by now.

I was already wet of course, so I sank my pussy easily onto his saliva-lubricated stiffy and it felt really good to sit down deeply on him, to get the penetration that I loved from his cock.

But I didn’t forget princess. I looked back at her, as she looked up at me, and reached down to cup Daddy’s balls and smiled. I looked her down to my hand cupping them and she immediately took my cue and put her hands on his balls as I took them off and turned back to enjoy riding Daddy’s dick in a slow, leisurely manner, using my thighs to lift up and sink down on his dick while I hugged his torso and pulled my tits into his chest.

“Mmmm, pun’kin, you’re so wet! I feel your juices running down my shaft…or maybe that’s princess’ saliva from all the cock-sucking.”

“Daddy…that feels so good. I love to ride your cock…I really do. But now neither of us is giving you a blowjob…we’re not practicing like we should! You’re so mean to cheat us of our double-blowjob date with you.”

“Well…there’s plenty of time for all kinds of sex…that pussy feels too good to stop…”

I was in a playful mood, and had an inspiration from him referring to me as her Mistress. I contracted my thighs and raised my pussy and ass just a bit too high, so that I came off Daddy’s dick, something that I would normally NEVER do.

And before I even had time to look back, pain-girl had already done the right thing, and taken the opportunity to dive down onto Daddy’s dick, enveloping it immediately again in a devoted feminine sheath of cock-sleeve oral desire.

“I’m sorry Daddy! I fucked up and came off your dick…I’m so lucky princess was here to step in for me.”

“You careless bitch, how could you come off my dick like that!”

“I screwed up. I won’t do it again, I promise. Please can I sit back down on your monster. I feel really bad.”

“You heard her, princess…I love that mouth I’ve used over the years, but let’s put it back in this selfish whore here, who hasn’t learned, even after a year of living with me, how to properly ride my cock.”

“Hmmmm…I LOVE sucking your cock, Daddy,” princess said as she came off his shaft and pointed his dick upright and I hovered over it until I could sink back down on his pole.”

“Doesn’t Daddy have the best dick, princess?,” I suggested, knowing Daddy – just like most men – liked compliments about his dick.

“The best…the very best…Mistress…”

And with the conversation about his “great” dick between me and her, I felt a change in Daddy’s body language and could feel him begin his intentful rise to orgasm.

He was done with the talking and the foreplay, he wanted to climax.

That triggered a pavlovian response in me and made me anxious to get his cum and I immediately responded by changing the tone and tenor of my own cow-girl rhythm to help him along the way.

And total man that he was, he grabbed my butt cheeks strongly and told me exactly where he wanted me as his jism erupted, seated down deeply on his dick, taking it all inside me.

He moaned in vocal climax and I moaned to match his mood, feeling the shot of warmth inside my sugar walls.

But just as decisively, he didn’t let that situation last too long. He lifted my cheeks so that I came up and off his cock and his still-hard shaft pulled out of my pussy, glazed with my cream and his cum.

Princess didn’t even wait a moment, she gobbled down on his still-weakly pulsing glans, well past the swelling of his corona, past his frenulum, and halfway down his shaft with her mouth, focusing all her attention on getting the last weak drop or two of cum, while slurping up all the cream on his shaft.

I hopped off and joined her on her knees, pulling his dick out of her mouth and putting it in mine, even though I’d gotten most of his orgasm inside me, as she sat back and showed him his remaining cleaned-off man-milk mixed with her saliva, pushed out on her tongue for him to see and confirm her obedience and submission to him.

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