Chapter 69: Daddy

-- FRIDAY, AUGUST 21, 2009 (TWO WEEKS LATER) --

[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]

“You’ve been a naughty Little Girl, haven’t you?” I scolded disapprovingly to the young woman kneeling on the floor. She was bent over face-down on the couch, Her long hair was tied up into a tight bun: a convenient grip for my left hand to tug back on, which I did none-too-gently to yank her face up and off the couch cushion. “Misbehaving in someone’s place of business! You should be ashamed of yourself!”

“I am ashamed of myself, Daddy! I have been a naughty Little Girl!” she whined plaintively.

“And you know what happens to naughty Little Girls, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy!” she whimpered. Her face was ashen with apology but her eyes sparkled with delight as she squealed, “Naughty Little Girls get spanked!”

[THWACK!]

“Yes!”

[THWACK!]

“YES!”

[THWACK!]

“YES!”

“You’re such a naughty Little Girl: getting aroused feeling your Daddy spank your naked bottom.” I let my right hand rest on her reddened asscheeks, cupped my palm, and then dipped my middle fingers lower through her cleft. “Your panties are completely soaked. They’re useless now!”

“You’re right, Daddy. I should take them off. They only get in the way.” Reaching back with both hands, she started tugging the flimsy black satin material down her well-toned legs.

My middle finger brushed up against a foreign object. “What’s this I feel? It’s hard and metal and ... Did you get your clit pierced?!?”

“Mmm ... that’s a new one, Daddy. You like it? I got it special for you. Ohhh, yeahhh ... Tug on it, Daddy! Rub me! Harder, Daddy! Your fingers keep slipping off!”

“My fingers can’t NOT slip off. You’re soaking wet! Here, I’ll get a better grip with my thumb in your pussy.”

“Oh yes, Daddy! Rub me! Rub me! It’s so good! But I want more than your thumb in me. It feels good but I want something bigger! Ohmigawd, Daddy! Yes! YES! Another finger! More! Another one! Fuck! FUCK!”

[THWACK!] I had to let go of her hair and use my left hand. My right hand was ... occupied.

“That’s a curse word, young lady!” I scolded. “And you’ll get another spank if you use it again!”

“Fuck-FUCK!”

[THWACK!] [THWACK!]

“Fuck-FUCK!”

[THWACK!] [THWACK!]

“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!”

[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]

“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!”

[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]

“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!! FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!! I’M CUMMING, DADDY! I’M CUMMING ON YOUR PUMPING FINGERS! FUCK! FUCK! HOLY SHIT!!! NOT THERE, DADDY! THAT’S THE WRONG HOLE! OHMIGAWWWD! YOUR THUMB IS IN MY BUTTHOLE, DADDY! THAT’S THE WRONG HOLE! YOU’VE GOT FOUR FINGERS IN MY LITTLE GIRL PUSSY AND YOUR THUMB IN MY POOR BUTTHOLE! I’M SORRY, DADDY! I’M SORRY FOR MISBEHAVING! I’M-SORRY-I’M-SORRY-AHHH-AHHH-AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!! I’M CUMMING AGAIN! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!!”

[THWACK!] “Naughty!”

[THWACK!] “Little!”

[THWACK!] “Girls!”

[THWACK!] “Get!”

[THWACK!] “Spanked!”

[THWACK!] “When!”

[THWACK!] “They!”

[THWACK!] “Mis-!”

[THWACK!] “Behave!”

[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]

“YES! YES! YYYEEESSS!!!”

Wet juices started squirting out and around the tightly pressed cracks and crevices around my plunging fingers as my “Little Girl’s” inner cunt muscles clenched and contracted in a cataclysmic climax. I kept my thumb buried up her butt while continuing to cram all four of my other fingers into her cunt, more or less vibrating my hand with the kind of rapid-fire speed normally reserved for high-speed pick-and-place machines.

“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!” the bent-over babe howled into the couch cushion, arms spread to the sides and fingers disappearing into the crack beneath the backrest to find something to grab onto. Face-down with her miniskirt bunched up around her waist and her soaked black satin panties down around her knees, the gorgeous girl’s shapely ass spasmed and shook beneath my assault as she came and she came and she CAME. My wrist actually started to tire out but she just kept cumming, until at last with one final squirt that soaked the carpet between her knees, her legs gave out and she collapsed. And had it not been for my fingers buried in both of her holes, her spineless body would’ve slipped down to the floor.

But I held her up on just the fingers of my right hand until I managed to scoop my left forearm beneath her belly and hold her up. I pulled the fingers of my right hand out of her lewdly-stretched snatch and asshole, used both arms to ever so gently roll her over face-up while trying to keep my soaked digits from touching anything. And then I hoisted the sweaty and exhausted half-naked woman up and into my arms before pivoting to sit down on her therapist’s couch so I could catch my breath.

Iris Greenslade lay sideways in my lap, her head cradled in the crook of my left elbow. Her Disney Princess-sized green eyes looked even larger behind her chunky black-frame glasses but were glazed over, staring up at me with an unfocused, dazed expression. I watched twittering bluebirds flying in circles over her head and observed the way the marbles rolled around haphazardly in her mind, feeling both pride in my ability to produce such overwhelming sensations in a beautiful woman for the very first time as well as a touch of concern that wouldn’t go away until she snapped out of it and reassured me she was alright. The girls always came around eventually, so I wasn’t overly worried, but I still breathed easier once they did all the same.

All of a sudden I felt Summer sucking on my fingers and turned to look. I’d parked my right elbow on the armrest, and my girlfriend knelt on the floor staring up at me with her own sort of Disney Princess wide-eyed gaze as she slurped Iris’s orgasmic nectar off my soaked digits. My royal-blue-eyed beauty beamed up at me, a ravishing redhead with her copper tresses tied up into a now-mussed up bun. Summer had re-dyed her hair back to the color she favored the most, in part because it had been her mother’s final hair color. She’d gone purple in the first place out of a sense of mourning, and her choice to return to copper-red was a symbolic statement of her readiness to move forward.

The chunky black-frame glasses Summer wore over her royal-blue eyes, however, were pure tease. The lenses had no magnification and the glasses served no function except to mess with Iris. I still don’t know exactly why Summer got it into her head to set a goal of seducing our therapist, but she had certainly been working at it over the course of several sessions until she got her “Eureka!” moment this week.

I’d actually stopped seeing Iris for therapy sessions. Now that Adrienne and I were engaged and we’d put the immediate crisis of Dawn’s pregnancy in the rearview mirror, I REALLY didn’t want to talk anymore. I felt like I’d done WAY too much talking over the past several months and was just OVER the whole thing. But Summer kept visiting twice a week, and on Monday night when I came home after work, my super-perky, super-horny girlfriend started crawling all over me, climbing into my lap and giving me wet, messy kisses while adopting the “Baby Girl” persona she roleplayed every so often. And the next thing I knew my “Baby Girl” was giving me a sloppy, faux-inexperienced blowjob that led to the horny sexpot begging “Big Daddy” to be gentle as he took her “virginity”.

It never occurred to me on Monday night to connect Summer’s therapy session with Iris to “Baby Girl’s” sex session with “Big Daddy”. I figured that Summer was just horny and in a mood. And last night when Summer asked me to join her Friday afternoon appointment, it never occurred to me it would be any different from any of our previous counseling sessions. My first clue was when we entered the office and Iris stood up to greet us, and only then did I notice that Summer was dressed almost identically to our comely counselor: prim business jacket, crisp blouse, matching miniskirt, and black stiletto pumps. Summer’s lustrous, copper-red locks didn’t match Iris’s platinum-blonde tresses, but my girlfriend had put her hair up into a no-nonsense bun. And when Summer pulled out those chunky black-frame glasses, both Iris and I knew that something was up.

“What are you doing, Summer?” Iris asked curiously, coolly evaluating the younger woman and taking a step back to fully look her up and down. The only significant difference in their outfits was that Summer had elected to also wear thigh-high black stockings.

Summer didn’t answer except to approach me. “I’ve been a naauughty Little Girl, Daddy,” she husked in a baby doll voice.

“Umm, what?” I stammered in surprise.

“Naughty Little Girls who misbehave should get punished, don’t you think?” Summer giggled coyly, took me by the hands, and backed up towards the couch.

I was too surprised to resist and just let Summer park me on the couch. I gawked at Iris, who gawked at me in shocked surprise as well. My normally cool and collected counselor looked frozen in place, her eyes wide in disbelief. For some reason, Iris’s shocked-stillness made me go into vapor-lock up as well, and I kept my gaze fixed directly on her until the moment that Summer finally got my penis out and my “Baby Girl” started cramming “Big Daddy’s” big dick into her mouth.

Only then did I groan and stare down at the gorgeous redhead giving me a blowjob on our therapist’s couch. “Summer, Summer, Summer,” I stammered, taking hold of her head and trying to gently pry her off. “We shouldn’t be-- Holy shit!”

The impish redhead had abruptly deep-throated my dick and also snaked her tongue out to lick my balls at the same time, the sensation heightened by the way her new tongue stud scraped against the sensitive skin of my sac. I groaned and grabbed her head with both hands, reflexively pinning her skull down against my crotch while thrusting my pelvis up to really skewer the sexy siren on my steel-hard stiff schlong.

But I sagged back a moment later and relaxed my grip. Summer popped off my prick and looked up at me with a scolding expression. “Big Daddy always told his Baby Girl not to use curse words like that. Baby Girl would get punished for using a curse word like that. Words like ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ and ‘ram your big dick deep into my virgin asshole, Big Daddy’! Words like that! Oops? Does that count? I think I’ve been a baaad Baby Girl. That was a lot of curse words, wasn’t it, Big Daddy? I think Baby Girl needs to get punished.”

And with that, Summer thrust her ass up into the air and got to her feet while keeping her head down so that she remained bent over. She bunched up her miniskirt around her waist, revealing to both Iris and me not only that she’d gone without panties underneath, but that she had a glistening diamond butt-plug decorating her asshole as well.

“Spank me, Big Daddy,” my Baby Girl crooned in a tiny, kawaii-cute baby girl voice, sticking out her tongue and showing off the stud before biting her pinky and flashing me a coy, teasing grin. “Spank me hard.”

Iris’s legs buckled, and she nearly collapsed. As it was, she managed to stagger over to her usual armchair and sat down in a heap. Her gaze was fixated on Summer’s bare booty, and she had all the hallmarks of a girl in heat: wide eyes, flushed skin, and panting breath. She rubbed her thighs together, quite clearly interested in witnessing what would come next.

So I went with it.

I spanked Summer.

I spanked Summer hard.

And I swear Iris had a mini-cum right then and there.

Oh, yeah. It. Is. ON.

So I let the sexual creature come out to play.

Iris never got out of that armchair, at least not at first. She stared, enraptured, watching “Big Daddy” play with his “Baby Girl”. I spanked my naughty, misbehaving miscreant. I fingerbanged Summer’s sopping wet pussy. I yanked her blouse open, jerked her bra aside, and suckled on her pink teats.

I grabbed my redhead’s red head by her bun and slammed her skull down into my crotch, choking my “Baby Girl” on “Big Daddy’s” big dick. And while pinning her head down with my left hand, I bent forward to take great big, heaving swats at my “Baby Girl’s” buttcheeks until both of them were red and raw.

“Baby Girl” came twice, her first orgasm self-inflicted while I masturbated myself with her skull and ordered her to “Take it! Take it! Take it!” with every up-and-down two-handed thrust.

Her second orgasm came while she was face-down and bent over the therapy couch, with me fingerbanging both her holes with my right hand, spanking her buttcheeks with my left, and scolding her not to use curse words while she howled, “FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!” or “SSSSHHHHIIIITTTT!!!” at the top of her lungs.

I sincerely hoped Iris’s office had good sound-proofing.

No sooner had Summer finished screaming than Iris parked herself face-down on the couch right next to her. My superlatively sexy psychologist bunched up her miniskirt around her waist, exposing soaked black satin panties. Speaking of psychology, I found myself really curious to understand exactly what was going through Iris’s mind to make her toss all of her professional restraint aside and so wantonly invite one of her clients to come ravage her.

Afterwards. That curiosity came to me after I fucked her pretty little brains out.

In the moment itself, the only thing running through my mind were Iris’s plaintive words in a desperately horny voice.

“Spank me, Daddy! I’ve been a baaad girl! A naughty girl! And naughty girls deserve to get spanked!”

So I spanked her.

A lot.

And I fingerfucked her.

A lot.

And I rubbed her clitoral hood piercing and shoved my thumb in her ass and vibrated my hand like one of those pick-and-place machines until she started squirting orgasmic juices all over my wrist as she came and came and CAME.

Once Iris had finished cumming, I picked her up into my lap and sat down to catch my breath. Summer came to kneel beside the couch, slurping Iris’s orgasmic nectar off my soaked digits. And I smirked at my girlfriend, shaking my head in disbelief as I asked her, “What the hell just happened?”

“You fucked the shit outta me without even taking your dick out,” Iris moaned before Summer could reply, making me whip my gaze around back to her.

“Technically, my dick is out,” I muttered, glancing down at my erection trapped beneath Iris’s lower back.

“And if you loved what Big Daddy could do to you with just his fingers, just wait until he uses his big dick on your Little Girl pussy instead!” Summer chirped helpfully, getting up to lean on the armrest with both hands and smile down at our sweaty, post-orgasmic therapist.

Iris’s ... uh... irises started to glow just then. Her lips had already been parted as she panted for breath, but the corners of her mouth curled upward in a half-smile of eager excitement, and the pace of her panting shifted ever so noticeably from weary “catching my breath” to eager “please-please-please-please-please!”

She shivered and sat up just a bit, staring straight up into my eyes. “I need it, Big Daddy. I need your big dick deep inside me.”

Iris’s green eyes glittered with excitement as she crab-walked backwards, sliding herself off my lap along the length of her office couch. She still wore her business jacket, although it was now fully-unbuttoned throat-to-tails. She’d likewise undone the top four buttons of her blouse, exposing a black satin bra. Her miniskirt was still bunched up around her waist with her matching black satin panties around her knees, exposing the red-worn labia of her puffy pink pussy, and as soon as she set her bare butt down on the couch cushion beside me, she quickly pulled her knees back towards her chest, kicked off her panties and black stiletto pumps, and then spread her legs open wide, with her left foot on the floor and her right leg up and over the backrest.

“Take me, Daddy,” Iris crooned, tugging her blouse open and then yanking the bra up to her neck to expose her big breasts. And with desperation in her voice she whimpered, “Take me, take me, take me.”

I sat up, snaked my pants and boxers down to my ankles, stepped out of my shoes, and then kicked off my pants and boxers. I didn’t bother undoing my shirt or tie, I just knelt on the couch cushion and then dropped over my half-naked therapist.

“Take me, Daddy,” Iris repeated, reaching down between us to grab my dick for the very first time, and she paused for a moment, staring rapturously at the thick column of throbbing meat in her hands as if it were a priceless holy relic. But after only a moment, she tugged it into place, notching my plump mushroom head at the entrance of her folds. She didn’t let go, still holding onto my broad shaft as she looked up into my eyes, her own green irises glittering as she intoned once more, “Take me, Daddy. Take your Little Girl hard.”

And then I thrust.

Daddy pounded his Little Girl into the couch until she screamed her pretty little head off twice. Then he pulled out, flipped her over so that she was bent over and braced against the backrest, and he pounded her again while rubbing her clit ring, spanking her ass, and telling her that this was how naughty Little Girls got punished.

And then he told her that if she wanted to be a good Little Girl, she should learn to love eating pussy.

So that’s how Summer wound up slumped in the therapist’s armchair with her legs flung over the armrests, holding Iris’s head to her crotch while staring back at me through those fake black-frame glasses with sparkling royal-blue eyes and the biggest shit-eating grin on her face.

Summer was happy.

Summer was radiant.

Daddy pounded his Little Girl to one more orgasm before he got ready to blow, and he pulled out while ordering both his Little Girls to kneel before him.

It was quite a trip to stare down at Summer’s and Iris’s smiling faces, both of them with their hair pinned up in mussed-up buns, both of them with chunky black-frame glasses, and both with their bare tits hanging out of their unbuttoned blouses and business jackets. I stroked my shaft a half-dozen times before pinching just below the mushroom head and groaning as I felt the pressure burst. Several shots sprayed out in rapid succession, splattering first over Iris’s glasses to make her green eyes blink and coating her nose and cheeks as well, and then I pivoted to aim another series of shots that plastered across Summer’s glasses, forehead, and nose. When I started to lose power, Iris darted forward to take my dick from me and pop the mushroom head into her mouth, sucking powerfully to slurp out every last drop. Summer whimpered with obvious need but waited obediently, not interfering. And she was rewarded a minute earlier when Iris turned to seal their lips together and extend her tongue into my girlfriend’s mouth to share Daddy’s cum.

I sighed and staggered back to the couch to sit down and watch with a silly smirk as Daddy’s Little Girls started licking strings of semen from each other’s faces. They were quite sloppy and messy and missed a lot of cum, getting distracted as they were by hungrily kissing each other again and pawing at each other’s boobs.

The cum-soaked glasses got removed and placed onto the sofa table next to Iris’s armchair. The girls then helped each other strip off their jackets, bras, and blouses. The bunched-up miniskirts around their waists, however, still remained. And of course Summer was wearing the black thigh-high stockings.

Now nearly-naked, the girls fell to the floor and Summer started kissing her way down Iris’s body, murmuring, “I need to taste you.” And a moment later, Iris moaned while holding the redhead’s red head to her crotch.

After a few seconds, though, from her position flat on her back, Iris tilted her head to look back at me upside-down, and her eyes got big. “Holy shit you’re already hard again?!”

I hadn’t moved from my spot on the couch, still wearing my shirt and tie, although I was bottomless from the waist down. I relaxed comfortably on the couch, my thick column of meat proudly erect in salute to the sexy babes before me. And I shrugged while replying nonchalantly, “This is pretty standard for me.”

Summer giggled and sat up. “That’s a curse word, Little Girl. I think you deserve another spanking.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” I intoned quite seriously, my ego puffed up and a wicked grin on my face. “I think both of Daddy’s Little Girls should come give Daddy a blowjob together.”

Iris giggled and looked down at Summer. A moment later, Summer scrambled forward on all fours, declaring, “Me first!”

“No, me first!” Iris squawked, grabbing Summer’s ankle and yanking back on it hard enough to cause Summer to collapse.

But then when Iris scrambled forward on all fours, Summer quickly pounced onto Iris’s back, pinning the older girl to the floor. And my randy redheaded girlfriend smiled merrily as she parked herself in front of my lap and swiftly sealed her lips around my shaft.

“Baby Girl,” I intoned severely, grabbing Summer’s head and removing her mouth from my dick. “That was very, very naughty.”

“She started it!” Summer whined.

“Summer!” I scolded.

She reacted to my use of her first name as if I’d slapped her across the face. She visibly quailed, and then ducked her head down and started slurping on my dick while giving me big, blue doe eyes and an apologetic look as if she could somehow make it up to me with a blowjob.

I simply glared at her.

Pulling off, Summer murmured in a tiny voice, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

I sighed. “Get off your sister.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Summer’s eyes glittered at my use of the term ‘sister’, and she readily shifted aside, once again smiling.

Iris popped into Summer’s spot, and without a second’s hesitation, our therapist leaped forward to start sucking on my dick with incredible suction that made me groan and hold her head.

“Say sorry to your sister,” I growled to Summer.

“Sorry, Big Sissy,” Summer mumbled with mock sadness.

“Kiss her.”

Summer leaned in to peck Iris’s cheek.

“Slide your head down between Big Sissy’s legs and lick her pussy.”

Summer’s eyes lit up, and for a moment she seemed confused whether she should reply with contriteness or joy, whether she should bow her head and accept her punishment or grin and eagerly leap for the opportunity.

In the end she sort of did both bowing her head trying to look contrite but utterly failing as she grinned and replied, “Yes, Daddy! Happy to, Daddy!” She then scrambled around to lie flat on her back and then scooch backwards until she had her head between Iris’s kneeling legs. And within moments Iris started squirming as Summer and her tongue stud began to go to work.