A Friend for Dinner

Daddy and I have talked about threesomes (and moresomes) in the past, but the conversation has never really gone well. I’m not exactly a laid-back person. Having another person in bed, I think, would make me an extremely jealous girl. My past threesomes were all with other couples, not with me as part of a couple. Our conversations always start with me being open-minded about the topic, but when we really start to talk about it, I’m actually only ok with another girl in the bedroom if she’s there to please me. I like my daddy’s full attention on me.

And another guy in the bedroom? I have to say…I’m not really sold. I mean, if Daddy wants me, I’ll let another person fuck me for him to watch, but truth be told, I’m not all that interested. I’d be more interested in exploring poly options, but Daddy wants nothing to do with that.

In any case, I was surprised when Daddy called me from work to tell me that he was bringing over a friend for dinner. He had ordered me earlier in the day to shave and send him a few pictures while he was at work, and usually when he demands that I’m clean shaven, it is because he’s prepping me for some playtime. But he was bringing home a friend…

They walked in the door around 6 PM and she was gorgeous. I mean, the drop dead kind of gorgeous – long, wavy locks of rich brown hair, olive skin, green eyes, beautiful, perky breasts…I felt like a monkey next to her.

I looked at Daddy quizzically and he just smiled, introducing her as Antonia, and she told me to call her Toni. We clicked instantly over dinner, popping open and finishing three bottles of wine between all of us. Wine gets to me. As I drink more and more, I get clingy, and without really realizing it, I was soon talking to her as I was sitting on Daddy’s lap with my glass. I’m not secretive about my affection, but his hand was up my skirt, dangerously close to my clean pussy, as I wasn’t wearing panties (at his request).

We laughed and shared stories, all the while his fingers rubbing my inner thighs. I watched her carefully, and noticed her noticing his hand. I grew wet in response, suddenly aching to have Daddy’s cock deep inside me.

“Why don’t we go sit in the bedroom to talk? We’ll be more comfortable.” He said it as a question, but I knew it was a demand. I think Toni did too, and she stood to follow us into our bedroom without question. I was drunk with wine, tipsy, buzzed, we all were.

In the bedroom, he unzipped his jeans, his hard cock pushing through the opening. I looked nervously at Toni, but if she noticed, she didn’t let on.

“Come sit on my lap again, baby girl.” Daddy sat on the edge of the bed, his cock jutting through his pants. Toni sat on the rocker beside our bed and I nervously walked over to him, unsure of where this was going.

When I was close enough, he grabbed my waist and pulled over to him. Without warning, his hand traveled up my leg and he began thrusting a finger into my hot cunt. I tried to hold back a gasp as I looked at Toni. She was sipping her wine contently, watching us.

“I said,” Daddy said, spanking my bare ass hard, “come sit on my lap.” He pulled me to face him and I straddled him, knowing exactly what he wanted.

“But…” I glanced at Toni.

“She’s fine. You. My cock. Now.” He growled the last words, pulling me down on his cock, piercing my pussy hard. I cried out, needing more, and his hands grabbed my hips, shifting me, guiding me, up and down on his cock.

I moaned, and he pulled my top over my head, flinging it to the floor.

“Take off your shirt.” He commanded.

“But you just…”

He put a hand to my mouth and pinched my nipple, hard. “Take off your shirt,” he said again, and I saw Toni remove her blouse from across the room.

My breasts, swollen and tender, bounced as I rode Daddy’s cock, his friend watching us all the while. She rubbed and grabbed at her own nipples, mimicking Daddy’s moves as he kneaded my breasts, squeezing and punching, and eventually biting my nipples with hunger. I yelped and groaned in pleasure, continuing to bounce on his cock as he grabbed each nipple and tugged hard.

To be continued…

About Rori

Rori is the founder of Between My Sheets. She works full time as a writer, reviewer, and online educator and can be reached at rori-at-betweenmysheets.com

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