His and Hers

Welcome to part two of our story. This series is a multi-part collaboration attempt between two first time Literotica writers (very special thank you to HunnyBunnyGirl for taking this journey alongside me). As we are writing this series is written in tandem, you will notice changes in pronouns. To avoid confusion, we'll be labeling our sections HIS and HERS.

As always, constructive feedback is encouraged. Let us know what you like (and what you don't). Most of all, please enjoy our work. However you see fit.

HERS

As we kiss deeply, I can taste my sweet nectar on your lips, my body still shaking, waves of pleasure still radiating from me, your touch so intoxicating against my skin.

My nipples are still unbelievably hard, looking at your face as you watch Ryan storm away. "DADDY Dom, fuck, you made me feel incredible. Let me make you cum, please," I beg.

I watch you nod in approval, slowly kissing across your bearded cheek, making my way to your ear, whispering, "Someone is happy to see me. Or are you just happy you've humiliated Ryan?"

My fingers glide down your body feeling the contour of your strong muscles, my man's strong body. Reaching into the waistband of your shorts, I lean in and nibble your ear lobe lightly, pulling it with my teeth as I let you go, causing you a little pain before I kiss your neck. Biting you teasingly.

Butterflies arise in my stomach, I'd never felt like this before, and yet here I was, losing all sense of control. I needed to feel your cock against my skin one way or another. FUCK I'm losing my mind, willing to act so slutty. I'd even allowed you to make me orgasm uncontrollably with my friends and family around.

I could see my mom and dad talking at the BBQ and briefly wondered what you and my Dad had spoken about, but I assumed you'd let me know later if it was important.

I can feel your hard cock pressing against your shorts wanting to break free, I cannot possibly describe the way my body is reacting, just being in your presence makes me wet, and mere seconds ago you made me gush like a water fountain in the pool.

I'm just glad the water is hiding how much of a mess we made together. Was I truly in love or was I waking up to new and incredible sensations, the same sensations which made me want to please you in front of my family and friends?

I'd never done something like this. Never before had I submitted my body to a man. I was a feminist, how could I let a man dominate me like this?

The thought of being submissive to you, of giving over my body completely for you to use, sends a chill down my spine and I do the unthinkable, pulling your cock free from your shorts. Looking around, hoping nobody is watching, after Ryan had stormed out, I was on high alert. "Fuck it," I think, it's my turn. I need to please my man.

My fingers grab your cock and begin to gently stroke your shaft, squeezing your cock a little, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. I start pumping your hard cock up and down without wasting any time.

My hand is slick and wet from the pool water, using the water as a natural lube, your cock growing harder, more rigid in my fingers. I can feel your 7-inch, thick, cut cock throbbing in my hand as I continue slowly stroking you, from base to tip.

That's right Daddy Dom, I've got you too, let me show you my abilities right here and now in the pool. My fingers are sliding over your whole length, smoothly massaging your throbbing shaft, and rubbing the sensitive spot right under the head of your cock. Finally, gliding my hand across the smooth tip I rub the head with my fingers and palm before going back down to the base of your hard cock.

God, I wanted you to fuck me right now, to take my pussy like a whore and let my friends see you cover me in cum, sending it deep inside me, fucking me like a submissive pet. But, this was impossible, so I'd have to settle for making you cum with my hand and mouth at best.

Suddenly we hear my mom calling me to help with fetching the food. God, I hated that it was always the woman's job to serve the food but there was no way I was leaving this pool without making you cum first.

I hear you moaning and writhing against my body and hand, my skill and fluidity nothing like you've felt before as I expertly rub and jerk your cock, driving you crazy with pleasure. After a few seconds, my big Daddy Dom is reduced to a panting, shivering mess in the pool, your cock throbbing against my fingers.

Your balls are tightening, getting ready to explode, but fuck that, I squeeze your cock expertly letting your ejaculate slow allowing me to continue my torture on your cock, I start using both hands one to fondle your full balls, the other stroking your hard cock, thankful to be able to stand in the pool, against the ledge, otherwise this would be an interesting balance act.

Your cock feels incredibly warm in the cold water. Your veins throbbing against my palm and precum dripping freely into the pool from that gorgeous slit.

Hearing you moan, "Damn you're good, you slut," my heart swelled with a sense of pride, and I was getting incredibly turned on again, I had never given a handjob underwater before, let alone this close in the open to friends. My parents could be anywhere, hosting this party. At any moment, they could turn the corner and see us, your cock exposed under the water, my hand pulling on it, my eyes burning a hole through it.

This was a completely different feeling. Accepting my place, admitting my total submission to you, and to that gorgeous cock. I'm sure it wasn't the first time you'd made someone submit like a whore for you, but I certainly was hoping it would be the last.

I was watching you squirm and groan from my touch, fuck, I started pumping you faster, twisting my hand when it reached your cockhead in the way I knew you liked, I could feel your legs shaking and your hips start to thrust as you started fucking my hand.

" You bitch!" you moaned through gritted teeth. "Make me fucking cum," you breathed heavily.

Your face flushed with pleasure, my breathing just as heavy now, my arousal so strong again, excitement coursing through my body. My nipples rock hard, the small power I had over you, now making me smile, knowing this power will be fleeting once you've cum.

I'm stoking you so fast but that isn't enough for you, you're fucking my hand with abandon. Your cock slides up and down in my fingers, your balls bouncing around, and your breathing is erratic as I feel your hands around my neck squeezing tightly.

"Make me cum bitch," you moan.

Your whole body tensed and ready to blow, my hand on your cock quickens its pace moving at rapid speed, as your whole body convulses and you let out a groan. Your cock swells bigger, and violently explodes, your hot creamy cum coating my body, before being washed away into the pool.

HIS

As my breathing begins to regulate, I look into your beautiful eyes, looking back at me with pure adoration. You're so beautiful when you've earned your praise. The sparkle in your eyes gives you away. You're proud of yourself. And you should be. "You made Daddy feel so good, princess," I say, reaching out and tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Thank you, Daddy," you say, as I lean into you and cover those perfect lips with mine. Allowing my tongue to enter your mouth. Swirling with yours. We break our kiss just as our breathing is beginning to increase in intensity. I pull back, and press my hand against the side of your cheek, my thumb lightly rubbing it. You nuzzle deeper into my palm, pressing your face more strongly into it as I lean in and whisper in your ear, "Let's get out of this pool before I make you ride my cock in front of this whole fucking party."

I can tell you are intrigued, you're biting your lip, looking so fucking hot that despite your having just made me explode, my cock twitches. "He just can't get enough of you," I chuckle, "come on let's go be social," I say, climbing out of the pool and extending my hand to help my little girl out.

The motivation for my chivalry is twofold. Both selfish and unselfish. You've earned my courtesy, my protection. I simply want to carry the weight of the world for you. Selfishly, helping you affords me an exquisite view. Exposing your perfect body to me inch by inch as it breaks the surface of the water. As soon as both feet are on solid ground, I lift you up into my arms, one hand under your legs, perilously close to your ass, feeling the heat radiating from that pussy of yours, the other supporting your neck.

As we approach your family I let you down, making sure as I do, to run my hands over your tight body, sneaking a feel whenever I can. A crowd is gathered near the back entrance of the house. Your mother is inside, setting up serving stations as your father, and Ryan (who appears to have settled down some) are taking the meat off the grill.

As we approach, I notice that the vast majority of men here are staring. Your walk is sex personified. Every step highlights your impossible curves. Your hips, your ass, and your incredible chest leaving a trail of envy behind you. Women are getting visibly upset with their partners, who cannot seem to tear their eyes from your flesh.

Standing behind you, I place my hand on your hip and pull you back into me. You feel my cock thickening as your ass makes contact, my fingers, lightly playing with your hip bone as you imperceptibly grind your ass into my cock. Hoping to cause a bit of trouble for me. My grip tightens on your hip, confirming that I know exactly what you're doing, but I hold you tightly against me. Never wanting to let go.

Ryan walks past us, carrying the meat. As his eyes meet us, we can see his thinly veiled disdain for me. His eyes have not left us, boring a hole straight through me.

Not one to blink first, I slowly move my fingers from your hip across the front of your suit, he's stopped now, staring daggers at me as I push out the front of your suit and slide my hand inside. My fingers toy with you. As I move them in a single line, starting at your clit, straight down through your lips, pushing lightly inside to capture a hint of your wetness, then back out, grazing your clit again, causing you to shudder. Your head is back against my shoulder as I play your body like an instrument. A conductor, performing for his audience.

As I remove my finger, I run it up your midriff, leaving a trail of your wetness behind. Ryan's mouth hangs open, disbelief that you'd let me do this right in front of him. My eyes locked on his, I bring my fingers to your lips. Pushing them inside. "Suck," I say, and immediately you take them inside your mouth. Tasting yourself on them. Licking every drop off of me.

He begins to shake his head in disgust, so I wink at him and lean down to kiss you, our tongues playing together, sharing your flavor. Ryan looks as though he'd kill me if the opportunity ever presented itself, but attempts to continue with the plate of food, nearly dropping it on the ground. My hands reach out and steady him. My warning accompanies my assistance, "Careful, you wouldn't want to lose the food also."

Only the three of us understand the implications. He's lost any chance he may have had with you. You belong to me now. He must either accept his loss and move on, or I will continue to make him suffer. Forcing him to watch you touch me. To witness you stimulating me in a way he's been dreaming of for years.

The food is served, we've all lined up, made our plates, and are seated throughout the backyard. We've settled on a bench that normally would fit one, but that's more than ok for you, as you sit down directly in my lap. My cock nestled between the cheeks of your ass as we eat and interact with your family. I'm getting to know them better, which after all was the goal today, but your ass continues grinding on my lap ever so slightly. Unnoticed by those around us, except Ryan, who has been eyeballing us non-stop.

As the meal wraps up, Ryan's anger becomes palpable. All of your family and friends have begun to notice his sour mood. Finally, he stands up, walks over to us, and looks into your eyes, the pain evident in his face. Avoiding my gaze, he says, "Rhiannon, can I please talk to you in private for a bit?"

You look back at me, wondering how I'd feel if you left me here, but I simply nod and smile. "Sure, baby, whatever you want," I say, "I want to spend a little time with Shawn anyway."

You love that I care about your son, that I want to develop a relationship with him, and your smile lights up at me. I can feel the warmth it contains, but also your underlying submission. You place your hand on my leg, your fingers circling my cock as you push yourself up to a standing position. Seeing that Ryan is the only one looking at us, your hand closes around my cock through my suit and strokes it a few times as you rise, an action that does not go unnoticed by Ryan.

As you walk away with Ryan, putting on a show for my benefit, I decide to stand up and go find Shawn. During my search, I bump into your mother, who tells me that they've made up the guest room, just in case we'd like to stay. My mind immediately wanders to all the ways staying could play out and I smile, knowing this day will offer me a glorious opportunity to test and further your submission.

HERS

Finally, I break from you, kissing you. My tongue connects with yours, our tongues dancing in a passionate embrace before you pull away biting my lip. I begrudgingly turn to leave your presence. You give me a hard smack on my bum, slightly stinging my left cheek, I look at you with a judging smile and all you say is "Go get him, Tiger."

Ryan guides me past my parent's bedroom before coming to a halt at the bathroom. As we approached the door, he gestured and paused in front of me. Glancing around, I noticed no one nearby, prompting us to quietly enter. Once inside, he locks the door, making me realize how alone we now are.

Ryan and I begin a heated argument about my relationship with you. He believes that you are taking advantage of me and that I deserve better than you. I can't help but laugh when he suggests that I deserve him instead, but I stand my ground and defend you. Expressing to him that I enjoy being dominated by you, detailing for him all the ways you embody the qualities of a real man.

Ryan's eyes transform as I gush about you, shifting from their usual warm gaze to a fiery intensity, reflecting his growing anger. With sudden force, he pushes me against the sink, causing my back to arch and my bathers to tighten against my body. At that moment, it feels as if he sees nothing but red, and I have become the sole target of his frustration with the humiliation we caused him.

I next feel Ryan do the unthinkable, pulling my bikini bottoms away from my flesh, and across to one side. Revealing my pussy to the cold air. I'm in shock. Ryan hadn't ever been like this before. He was always so innocent, that is why I'd never liked him. At that moment, standing in my parents bathroom, my suit pulled away from my pussy, I acknowledge my innermost thoughts. I still don't like him.

That's when I felt it, Ryan's hand cupping my pussy. "You like this Slut, don't you?" he growls, slipping two fingers into my body, hoping to engage my submissive nature. How wrong he was. I wasn't a submissive bitch, I was Andrew's submissive bitch, his whore and toy to play with.

Before Ryan even knew what was happening he felt my hand against his face as I slapped him, knocking him to his senses. He went to say sorry, his anger and passion slowly disappearing, as I slapped him once more, hitting him harder than before, pushing him away from me. Finally I fix my bikini and turn away, unlocking the door and leaving him behind, I exit the bathroom.

As the evening wore on, it seemed like nothing eventful was happening. Ryan made a conscious effort to keep his distance, even going so far as to jump out of the way to avoid a potential chair collision with me.

Meanwhile, Andrew gazed at me longingly while engaging in a conversation with my dad, reminiscing about stories from my childhood. It was during this exchange that my dad subtly hinted that he may not be as oblivious to my true nature as I believe.

Before long, my mom and I found ourselves engaged in conversation, contemplating whether we should all play a game or call an end to the evening altogether. We stand in the kitchen alone, my mom looking at me lovingly, a knowing look that insinuates quite clearly that she knows what's going on between me and Andrew. Leaning in, giving my cheek a kiss and my bum a playful squeeze, she walks out of the kitchen, joining everyone in the living room. We are ready to wind the night down with a game.

HIS

As I wrap up my conversation with your father, I see you approaching, a smile on your face. Ryan is eyeing me from afar, he looks quite concerned. As you approach me, I look at you, and raise my eyebrows, searching for a confirmation that all is ok.

You slip up beside me, putting an arm around my waist, sliding your hand into my pocket, and running your nails over my leg, through the material of my suit. Leaning down, I push your hair away from your eyes and cover your lips with mine. Sliding my tongue inside them, searching out yours.

As we disengage, I can't help but notice that Ryan is still looking at us, but with less venom and more trepidation. "What's his story, he looks nervous?" I ask, and you wave me away, telling me you handled it and he won't be bothering us anymore. Standing up on your toes, you put your lips next to my ear, and I can feel your hot breath, causing goosebumps on my skin as you recount the entire scenario, exactly as it played out minutes before.

My blood pressure begins to rise at your retelling of events, but I feel your nails gently running up and down my back, soothing me. You whisper softly into my ear, careful not to be heard, "Leave it alone. For me. I handled it and he won't ever get near this again." As if to emphasize that it belongs to me, you punctuate your sentence by grabbing my wrist and guiding my hand to your pussy over your bathers.

Cupping you in my palm, my middle finger pushing the material into you, ever so briefly, I let you feel the penetration before removing my hand, popping the fingertip into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. Savoring your flavor.

"Ok, everybody, it's time to play LCR," your mom says, and the 10 remaining people gather around the large dining table. You are to my right and your family is seated counter-clockwise from there, ending with Ryan to my left.

The buy-ins have been accounted for, and we begin to roll the dice. The animated nature of the game is allowing all of our true, competitive personalities to come out. A great deal of yelling, cheering, and obviously, the occasional boo can be heard echoing throughout the house.

As the game progresses, you've decided that you'd much prefer my lap to your seat, and have nestled yourself in. Your ass separated by my hardening shaft, you've begun to work your hips. Very slightly, only those directly next to us can see. Your Mom looks at you smiling knowingly, and winks. Ryan has a look of pure defeat.

As the dice move around and around the table, you're brazenly working your ass on my cock. I bless my luck that this game hasn't ended, as standing up to say goodbye to your family will be an awkward endeavor in this condition. Almost as if summoned by my innermost thoughts, Ryan rolls for the dice remaining and wins the game, and the money. Celebrating, he cheers, proclaiming himself the big winner, looking into my eyes.

My smile doesn't change, I simply put my hand into my lap beneath you, line my cock up with your hot, wet pussy and push it against you through our suits. "Something tells me, I already won today," I say, winking at him as your eyes roll back, your head falls to my shoulder and you look directly at him, nibbling on your lip.