No sex action in this one - sex talk, but no action. Those who want to get on with the sex can move on to Chapter 3 and you really shouldn't miss too much.
I realize now that some of this should have been at the end of Chapter 1 and the rest was to have started Chapter 2. It's the details of how Ted and Laura managed to stay together, who the people were, and how Danni didn't get killed by her mother. Also, how the next session was possible and planned.
I needed to put this down on paper (so to speak) to keep my sanity and because I'm a new writer and things don't make sense if I don't have back stories written down.
I also felt Ch 2 was getting way too long, so I cut it into three chapters. Ch 2 and 3 were posted to Literotica at the same time. So if you want to skip this one, Ch 3 should be available to read, providing what I wrote was approved.
--- Chapter 2 ---
I was a mess. Over the course of four to five hours I had been ass fucked three times. First by a baseball bat; next by an average sized strap-on; and finally, by a massive real cock; my first bi experience. My balls were empty; my ass covered in lube and leaking cum; and my face smeared with a combination of cum, lube and ass juice. Yup, a total mess.
"So... Who were all the people and where did you find them?" I asked awkwardly - not sure if I really wanted to know the answer.
Danni was leaning nonchalantly against the counter in the playroom. Apparently no concern about standing in front of her stepdad in lingerie with her beautiful tits hanging out and a large black strap-on dangling between her parted thighs.
"How about we wait until mom comes back. She's gonna have the same questions. And I'm gonna have to defuse her when she comes back. She may have lost our argument and stormed out - but she's gonna come back pissed and ready to tear my head off."
I thought she'd be worried, but she actually had a wry smile on her face. Like she already knew how this was gonna play out. And maybe she did. She certainly pulled things out of me I didn't realize were there. There were depths and wisdom in this young woman I had no idea existed. Young! She's 28, hardly young. But she's still 20 years younger than me and 18 years younger than her mom - Laura - so yeah, maybe young... I chuckled to myself.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing, just glad it's you that has to deal with your mom." I lied - not wanting to insult her by calling her young.
"Gee thanks."
I laughed again. "I need to get cleaned up. And you should cover up, or change into something less provocative. That outfit is not gonna help with your mother."
"Don't you like what I'm wearing Teddy? I could bend you over the bench and rock your world again..." She lewdly stroked her large black cock at me.
I looked at her lustfully and my eyes moved down her amazing body to her strap-on. My cock was starting to rise again, and I was about to drop to my knees and beg for her cock.
"Eyes up Teddy. My god, you are such a cock slut." She rebuffed but kept stroking her cock.
I looked away quickly hoping to break her hold on me. I was hers - if she wanted - and she knew it. One word and I'd be on my knees or bent over the bench. I waited, praying she'd command me, but also worried that she might.
"Yeah, you should get cleaned up, you're leaking on the floor." She chuckled and the spell was broken.
She was right; my stocking were soaking up most of the cum and lube; but some was dripping onto the floor from my stretched out asshole. I blushed a bit; not from being nude and dripping cum, but from the realization I had nearly begged my stepdaughter to fuck me - again. I shrugged somewhat timidly, and quietly left the room. I grabbed a towel from the basement bathroom and mopped up most of the cum on my stockings. Then pulled it up between my legs to keep my ass from leaking on the carpet as I made my way upstairs to the master bath.
I took off my heels and got in the shower. I left my stockings and garter on so I could clean off some of the cum and lube before I put them in the laundry. I thought back on the days escapades as I let the hot water sooth my stiff muscles.
As I replayed the day's adventure, I realized I still needed to find out who the mystery person was. Laura said it was someone I knew and I'm pretty sure the same person was there for the 2nd session. I needed to find out who it was.
But what surprised me the most was how submissive I was with Danni. And how much I loved her pushing me to new depths of depravity. A domineering bitch one minute and a reassuring partner the next. Ramping up the action with degrading talk - getting me to join in and degrade myself - but it never felt hurtful - just fun and fucking hot. It was a balancing act and she did it to perfection. I knew I wanted to do it again. To have her dominate me and draw out my deepest darkest fantasies. To perform for her. To get fucked by a real cock again. To suck cock again, and not just one cock, but many cocks. But I also knew that unless Laura was involved, it would never happen. I started to worry - what was Laura gonna think about what was on those videos...
I got out of the shower; hung my lingerie to dry; put on sweats and a T-shirt; then went down stairs to get some much needed food. My mind looping through potential conversations with Laura about what had happened - getting more worried as I played out different scenarios in my head.
In the kitchen, Laura and Danni were looking at Danni's laptop on the kitchen table. Both were so engrossed in what was on the screen they didn't hear me come in. Obviously the friction between them had been resolved. Danni was sitting in a chair and Laura was leaning on the back of the chair looking over Danni's shoulder.
Laura was wearing a pair of loose white shorts, sage green top and tennis shoes. Her curly ginger hair tied back in a loose pony tail with a black scrunchy. And her freckled pale skin clearly flushed from what she was watching.
Danni had donned a white sundress with a pattern of widely spaced blue flowers with teal leaves. It went nicely with her teal stockings. Her fuck me platform heels had been replaced by a pair of white sneakers with blue laces and her auburn hair was no longer in a bun and was flowing down to her mid back.