Daddy had told me to stay at his house while he went on a date. As I lay on his bed staring at the ceiling I reminded myself that this was my fantasy as much as it was his. But it didn't feel fun anymore, even though my pussy was wet. It felt less and less fun as time went by and I wondered why he wasn't back yet.
I had always had a jealous streak, but I had also always had a curiosity about feeling like I was being replaced, only to find out I was still my Daddy's favorite or only baby and now Daddy was testing this out. He had been dating Mandy for a week, but tonight he would bring her home.
I heard the front door open, and two voices floated down the hall.
"My slut is in my room," Rob told Mandy.
"She could watch in our fun Daddy..." Mandy suggested practically purring.
"No Mandy. I just want her to hear us this time."
I could almost hear Mandy pouting at Daddy. Though of course, as he had told me before he left, until he said otherwise he was Mandy's Daddy and not mine. He was my Dom, and I was just some slut.
They were undressing, I was sure. My pussy was hot, though my mind was seething with jealousy. Some girl and MY Daddy.
"Oh Daddy," Mandy suddenly cried.
Rob chuckled, "You're greedy tonight, aren't you baby?"
Mandy giggled as she moaned, "That's the spot Daddy."
As Mandy kept moaning at Daddy's actions, I bit my lip. My mind wasn't sure I wanted the man I loved out there with her but my pussy loved it.
I listened as Daddy told Mandy that it was time for fucking. She giggled and said, "Yes Daddy." A condom wrapper was ripped open, and then the grunts and moans became louder. I absentmindedly wondered if he had remembered to put a sheet or towel down on his couch. After what felt like years of Mandy moaning and cumming, Daddy finally grunted and said he was going to cum. I could tell when he did because his breathing changed and so did hers as he slowed to a stop and pulled out of her.
"You stay here baby," Daddy told Mandy, "I'm going to go tell the slut that she needs to go back to her apartment for the night so you and I can cuddle."
"Do you have a stuffie I can cuddle Daddy?" Mandy asked.
"Of course baby. There is a nice one the slut used to use before I realized she wasn't baby girl material."
Those words stung to my core, and I began to cry as I heard Daddy's footsteps head for the bedroom door.
Daddy opened the door and said, "Slut, stop crying and go home."
I could only nod as I picked up my purse and walked down the hall and into the living room, where I got the joy of seeing a very naked Mandy, beautifully perched on the couch. I tried not to look too much as I walked to the front door. Just as I opened it Mandy venomously said, "Bye slut."
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The drive home that night felt like two hours instead of ten minutes. When I finally walked into my apartment I went straight to my room, plopped on my bed and curled up, surrounded by blankets and stuffed animals. Even if I was now just a slut to Daddy I was still a baby girl at heart and so I fell asleep holding my stuffed penguin with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around me.
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The next morning I awoke to a text from Daddy. "Slut: You were adequate last night, but my sweet Mandy should not have had to see you cry. Come over at 2 for a punishment. I might even debrief you and see how you are. ;)"
I sighed. I was pretty sure this was Daddy's way of making sure I was okay. He would probably punish me and then cuddle me, with the pretense of aftercare. I had never been more excited for punishment in my whole life.
I texted back, "Yes Sir."
It was already nearly noon, as my favorite part about weekends was sleeping in. Heck, one of my greatest joys in life was sleeping.