Julie shares herself more with Daniel and arranges dinner for the family.
- Julie -
Julie stepped out of the doorway and walked down the hall a moment before simply leaning against the wall.
"What just happened?" she thought, her head still spinning and her chest pounding. She held her face in her hands and thought over what had just occurred. She was still sore from having him inside her and had the raw aftertaste of his cock in her mouth. She felt his cum soak into her panties, her heart racing at the fact that he had cum in her. She wasn't on birth control! She had never done anything like this before.
But at the same time, she had to admit that this is exactly what she had dreamed about for so long. This is what she fantasized about constantly, chatted about online, watched porn about. She didn't know how it came together, but this was exactly what she wanted. She decided that there was no point worrying about it, that she wanted to commit to it and embrace it. She did her best to push her doubts aside and stood up from the wall, heading back to the elevator.
She looked at her phone as she waited for the elevator. Peter had texted to let her know he was outside at the curb, and she debated texting him back asking what the fuck had just happened. She decided that it could wait until she saw him in the car. As the door of the elevator open, another text from Peter came in. She looked at it and saw it was a dick pic of his hard cock as he was waiting.
"Ugh," she muttered to herself. She couldn't believe he was sending her dick pics, and she was a little pissed at him already. He had clearly been talking to this guy for some time behind her back and he seemed great, sure, but this could have gone horribly wrong. She wondered how far things had gone with this guy before she saw him tonight. They had a lot to talk about. She texted back,
Put that little thing away. We have a lot to talk about.
She finally got out of the elevator and saw him waiting for her in the car. She was happy to see that he had his cock put away, at least.
"Is my cock actually little?" he asked as soon as she sat down.
She gave him a withering look and responded, "Is that what you're worried about? You have clearly been talking to Daniel for some time. Were you ever planning on telling me? Have you met him before?"
Peter shrunk away from her glare and stammered, "N-no, tonight was the first night we met! Things just ended up going a lot faster than I thought..."
His voice trailed off, and she could tell he was reviewing what had just happened.
"Drive," she said, "and yes, he makes you seem small."
Peter gulped, shifted the car to drive, and started driving her back to the bar to get her car. Her phone vibrated as she drove, and she saw that she had a text from Daniel.
I really enjoyed our time together, but I'd like to get to know you better. It seemed like you have some experience with this. Could you tell me more about that?
She started typing back on her phone, telling him about how she had been into submission and BDSM for some time and that she was active in certain chat rooms. She mentioned she liked to fantasize a lot, but that this was the first time it had ever actually happened. Peter looked over at her.
"Who are you talking to, honey?" he asked.
She looked back at him and said, a little coldly, "Who do you think?" before going back to typing. She noticed he still looked aroused, and was even trying to rub himself when he thought she wasn't looking. He must really get off on this, she realized.
The conversation with Daniel was intriguing. He was truly interested in what made her tick, asking questions about the sort of roles she had played and kept at her to open up more. It was so nice how he embraced all of her, but soon enough they were back at the bar and she had to drive home. She promised to text Daniel as soon as she was back at home, and got out of the car.
Peter asked, "Did he say anything about me?"
Julie smirked at him, "Yes, he did. He said you can't cum until I give you permission."
She shut the door as a crestfallen look came over his face. He knew she was none to happy with him and probably understood what that meant for his orgasm, too. She rather enjoyed seeing the look on his face.
She got in her car and started it, her mind still thinking about Daniel. Wondering how much she could share with him, if he would really embrace every fantasy she had. There were so many, and some that she was ashamed to admit aroused her. Even thinking about sharing some of her more taboo ideas made her start grinding into her seat a little.
"Well, it's not like anyone can see," she thought to herself. She unbuttoned her pants and slid her hand down so she could rub herself through her panties. They were soaked from all the use she had gotten, and even just rubbing them made her feel so delightfully dirty, so well used and needed. She pushed her panties to the side so she could slide her fingers into herself. They were instantly covered in her juices and Daniel's cum, and she pulled them back out to suck on as she drove. God she loved this so much, she loved the smell of Daniel and the taste. Loved that he might have impregnated her without so much as asking. She couldn't help herself and kept rubbing as she drove.
The drive went by in a flash and soon she found herself pulling into the driveway. She looked down at her outfit and saw what a mess she was, so she tried to clean herself up as best she could before going inside. She adjusted her pants again, trying to wipe off the smudges of cum. She looked in the mirror, got her hair under control, and stepped out of the car into the house. She texted Daniel that she was home and went inside.
She walked into the house and noticed that everything seemed to be more or less in place. The living room was still fine, the dinner table was... well, if not clean, the girls had at least cleared the table. She went into the living room and saw Megan lying on the couch. Lying might be too kind a term - she was sprawled out, her leg dangling over the edge of the couch, vacantly staring at the television. She was still in her clothes from soccer practice, a white top with a sports bra built in and her with black soccer shorts with white stripes on the sides on under. She still had her long white socks on, too, with green grass stains all over them. She didn't look up from her phone even though she knew Megan had heard her come in.
Megan had the body of a typical soccer player. She had long, tanned legs with strong thighs and a large, well-shaped ass. Her breasts were bigger than Julies, a source of secret frustration to her, and she typically kept her dirty blonde hair in a ponytail. She was taller than her mother as well, about 5'7".
"Get your dirty socks off the couch, Megan, and go get your dishes in the dishwasher," Julie said.
"I'll get to it after the show, mom," Megan said, glancing up at her mother and then doing a quick double take. She got a little look on her face before she looked back to the TV, and it spent a little spike of fear through Julie.
"Fuck," she thought, "I must not have got everything." She hurried upstairs to get cleaned up. As she passed by Naomi's door she noted it was shut as usual, and she stopped just a moment to listen at her door. As she leaned toward the door, it opened.
Naomi stood in the door, glaring at her mother. She was shorter than her sister, barely 5'2, and a petite little thing. She definitely had her mother's small breasts - Julie knew she was still hoping they would grow, but it was futile. She was too much like her mother. She insisted that her mother buy her bra's with B cups, but that was optimism more than anything else. She kept her straight, dark hair down and typically had a hint of a goth look. Julie was never sure if she was rebelling or if she just liked the look. She sighed at her mom.
"You know I can hear you coming up the stairs and know when you stop, right?" she said, looking her mother up and down. "Also, you're a mess, what were you doing tonight?"
"Nothing, just went out with your Dad after he was done with work for drinks and dinner," Julie replied, wondering why she didn't go straight to her room to avoid this sort of situation. "Now go downstairs and get your dishes in the dishwasher."
Naomi sighed and stomped her way down the stairs, and Julie glanced in at her computer to see that she had been playing video games, one of her fantasy role playing games that she played with friends. Something Dungeons and Dragons related, her and her friends were all into it. She continued on into her room and went straight to the bathroom, looking in the mirror.
She looked at her smudged makeup and rumpled clothes. It wasn't that bad, she thought, and started to clean up a bit more. Her phone vibrated again and she looked down, seeing that Daniel had texted her again. She grabbed her phone and went to bed, getting excited about what he said. She went to bed and texted him back, not able to pull herself away from getting to know him. She shared some more of her fantasies, but nothing too deep. She wanted to open up more, but some things were hard to admit, even to herself.
Peter came in shortly after, sitting down on the bed next to her. He had a pleading look in his eyes. She sighed.
"Go take a shower, Peter. You don't deserve to cum," she said, then got up one last time to check on the girls. She walked through the house and saw that they had cleaned up as she had asked and were both in their rooms. She went back to her bed and settled in, seeing Daniel had texted again. She noticed it was a group text with Peter.
It's time to set some rules. I have three overarching rules for my submissives. 1) Always be honest. 2) Always be respectful. 3) Always obey.
I know there are times when obedience will be difficult. I have no intention of ruining your lives, nor do I want to do anything that would interfere with your jobs. If you cannot do something explain to me why you cannot, otherwise I will expect obedience... and proof that you have obeyed. To start I'd like a message from each of you before you go to sleep every night and as soon as you wake in the morning. I want to be the center of your lives. Julie, did you tell Peter about when he could orgasm?
