Page 4 of Soldier Daddy’s Naughty Little

Vanessa

Was he being serious now? My room? Heck, he was actually going through with my suggestion to also have Cheryl? It's not like it’s a bad idea or anything but he did not object like I thought he would. Or, was he already thinking along those lines before I mentioned it? Is it a fantasy of his?

I blinked rapidly, shaking the intrusive thoughts out of my head as I watched Oscar make the turn to my room, Cheryl on his shoulder, her shorts around her ankles. Something about that sight made me want to scream and incredibly turned me on at the same time.

I started this and now had to see it through. The thoughts of actually sharing Daddy with her actually turned out a million times worse than when it eventually went down.

He was so gentle, tactful, and sweet. He watched me do nasty things to Cher, stroking himself all the while. He only came to us when we begged to be touched. Cher had her tongue and fingers play across my nipples and clit, strumming me like a guitar while I gave melodies to accompany Daddy’s insistent pounding.

I thought I was going to pass out as the sweaty concert piece we were performing reached a crescendo, the sheer force of my orgasm leaving my body trembling in a trance-like state, singing unintelligible vowels at the top of my voice till I quietened to a faint whimper. Right before my heavy eyelids chose to betray me, I saw Oscar flip her over and position himself behind her.

The rough, animalistic way he had her was something I found very surprising. He had always been so sweet and gentle with me but with her, he was different. Almost beast-like. He paid no attention to her screams, as they were fueled by both pain and intense pleasure. She had always had masochistic tendencies anyway.

I eyed her slowly, unable to get my eyes open not long after that. The lucky bitch. I’d deal with them both later.

Normally, I should not have been able to sleep because Cher was being so loud and the way the bed kept creaking from their combined exertion was very disturbing; but I felt myself drift off into a deep, dreamless sleep of exhaustion.

Oscar

She nodded off to sleep almost immediately. I thought she would even hang around a bit more and last a few more bouts. This Cheryl lady certainly had a lot more stamina and with her, it was just sex. Just plain, old, messy fucking. I was glad that Vanessa got her fair share of pleasure from this but I was nowhere near being satiated.

This lady was stoking the embers of my former loose self, the me that had no issues banging some chick without having or declaring any feelings whatsoever. With those ladies, it was just sex and nothing more.

It was the exact same way with Cheryl– merely sex, and that, at the behest of my Princess. “Otherwise, I won’t be doing this,” I thought as I pushed into her wet pussy, not giving her room to adequately adapt to my size. It must have hurt but I didn’t care. I did not want to.

She belonged to my Little and so was mine at that moment. She made for a good bottom and that’s all there was to it. I could totally see her another time and not treat her differently.

I did not stop racing through her with strong, fluid strokes, grabbing her tits for support. I knew the pace was most likely going to get her sore but I could not care either way. In between my intermittent smacking and her loud groans and moans, I managed to ask, “Are you on the pill?”

“…yes! You’re so good,” she responded amidst moans and expletives. The affirmation was all I needed, her other compliments did not matter to me so I tuned her out, absorbed in watching my cock disappear into and reappear out of her clean-shaven cunt.

I’d smack her once she got too loud or too quiet and as soon as I had filled up that hole, I had her turn right around and suck my dick. I was totally enjoying the master-slave dynamic I had going on and it was even more thrilling because she was so willing and submissive. Pity I didn’t want her.

I let her control the pace for a while, allowing her to roam her tongue along my shaft and around my head, giving her the impression that she was teasing me quite well, an illusion of control. Without warning, I quickened the pace, plunging myself down her throat, choking her but holding her head in place. She soon overcame her gag reflex and that gave me room to fuck her face exactly how I wanted.

The build-up was mounting and I could feel myself getting very close to another orgasm. I pulled out of her mouth, groaning, coating her hair, face, tits, mouth with my warm, sticky load. It was a bit amusing to watch her try to scoop off the gunk that was slipping into her eyes as she stumbled to the bathroom, semen trailing down her thick thighs.

I held back laughter as sweat stung my eyes. It would be incredibly rude to laugh. Or, would it? I debated whether to surprise her with my still hard dick as she bent over the bath, her head over the shower; or to just stay put.

I chose the latter and lay back, patiently waiting for her to be done so I could take a bath, myself.

She reappeared some ten minutes later, her lips drawn into a tight line.

“Oscar, I only had sex with you because she asked me to. Not that I’m interested in you or that I plan to snatch you from her or anything. I’d never do that to my friend and before you ask, I don’t think I can be your fuck buddy, either.”

I chuckled, keeping my expression as neutral as possible. “I’m glad you think so too and saved me from having to start this uncomfortable conversation. I love Vanessa and I like her presence in my life. I’d like to keep it that way too.”

“Alright, then.”

I watched her get dressed briskly and slip out the door without so much as another word, then I wondered why seeing her in the nude this time did not even get me aroused one bit. I put the thought away and turned to look at my sleeping Princess.

Her chest rose and fell with every deep breath she took and the earlier streaks of sweat on her beautiful, porcelain skin had dried, leaving a blonde beauty entangled in the sheets. She looked perfect. She is perfect. My Perfect Little Princess.

CHAPTER FIVE

Vanessa

I stirred and stretched as I woke up, inhibited somewhat by my legs trapped in the sheets. Moving my limbs sent bursts of pain all over my body. I moaned, feeling about me for the familiar frame of Oscar and the other person that was with us… oh, Cheryl.