Helping Daddy Close A Deal

After Anastasia's wild first night out with Daddy, Layla couldn't help but get more jealous, and more eager, for a night out, too. Anastasia made sure to stoke her bi best friend's fires with lurid retelling of that steamy solo night out: the fancy (and hot) dinner, flirting with his colleagues and enraging their wives, and the animal way that Daddy took her in the hotel room later that night. (She couldn't admit to Layla yet how hard the last, thrilling, terrifying part had made her come.)

When Daddy's next invitation to a business night out came, Layla finally overcame her shyness about doing new things, so the next day both girls received a big box in the mail. There were new dresses, shoes, and lingerie for both girls: classy but hot, to show off each of their young, beautiful bodies best. Anastasia worried at first that hers looked too modest, but once she put it on she could see how the demure neckline was more than offset but a plunging, open back and short, flaring hemline that accentuated her womanly hips and ass. Layla's dress, on the other hand, was all about showcasing her magnificent, pillowy breasts; the decolletage was all the more impressive with the lacy push-up bra that Daddy had sent for her. Between the sheer, stay-up stockings and 4-inch heels that both girls got, their legs would give a man vertigo as he tried to decide where on each woman to focus his leering, lustful gaze.

Their big night out arrived, and precisely at 7:30 a black town car pulled up for the girls. Upon getting in, the driver handed them an envelope from Daddy. Anastasia tore it open with hands that almost trembled from excitement. It read:

We are meeting a couple for dinner. The man wants to do business with me. He has a reputation for being untrustworthy, so we must be sure he can be relied on.

You girls will charm and captivate his wife. You must make her eager for us all to go to the suite I have reserved above the restaurant, and even more eager to experience pleasure with you and with Daddy. You should show her and her husband how devoted you are to Daddy. I will deal with the man. You may tease and entice him into seeing his wife with you both, but do not let him touch you. Follow my lead with him as the evening progresses.

Anastasia read it quickly, her heart racing, before reading it out loud to Layla. Both of them were already damp with the prospect of what was about to happen... and eager to see what Daddy had in store.

***

The girls were a little buzzed and giddy, a combination of excellent wine, an adrenaline high and a horniness that had been building throughout dinner.

Their already tingling pussies had started giving the girls more trouble when they saw Daddy at the bar, waiting in his blue double-breasted suit. His serene, masculine face broke into a wide smile as soon as he caught their eyes, and as soon as they were close enough he swept each into a passionate hello kiss. Then he stepped back from them, holding the happy, glowing women at arm's length to assess the clothes he'd bought them.

"How did I get so lucky to have such beautiful women on my arms tonight?" he said in his deep, resonant voice.

Layla and Anastasia both blushed furiously, allowing themselves to be twirled and spun to give their man a complete view of their new outfits.

"Magnificent," he said, "You're both such good girls for dressing up for me. Are you going to do a good job helping me with business tonight?"

Anastasia, always more extroverted and eager, replied immediately. "Oh Daddy, it's so exciting to be part of this! Thank you for letting us help you. Ugh, Daddy, it's already starting to hurt meeeeee, I'm getting so turned onnnnnnnnn!"

Quiet Layla nodded in agreement, her eyes shining and lips damp from how she had unconsciously begun licking them in anticipation of what was to come.

Now, with dinner over and the next phase of the evening about to begin, Anastasia couldn't help savoring the energy that had been building since then.

Daddy and his girls had gotten a drink together at the bar while they waited for his guests to arrive. While they waited, Daddy explained more about what was in store for them tonight.

"Joe Antonelli controls several publishing outlets that would be good channels for my product," he explained, "not critical, or even that important, but useful. He's been very persistent about closing a deal with me, probably because he has burned so many bridges with the way he does business, that there aren't many people left for him to try to screw over. We're going to make sure he can't do that to me."

The Antonelli's arrived 10 minutes late, which the girls already knew was a bad sign for them. Daddy was fastidiously prompt, and hated delays--that girls had learned that early on, and it still made Layla shiver to remember the delicious punishment he'd used to correct their behavior. She wondered if Daddy would punish the Antonellis, too.

Joe looked to be in his 40s, with a formerly athletic body that had gone soft and a face puffy from the drinking that had made him lose his youthful vigor. He was wearing a gray suit coat, jeans, and a white button down shirt, open at the neck and showing his gold cornicello on a chain. He did a double-take when introduced to Layla and Anastasia--he clearly hadn't expected Daddy to have two dates with him. Once it settled in, he openly leered at the stunning young honeys while making poorly-concealed double-entendres. Daddy placidly ignored him.

His wife, Denise, was much more reserved, but luckily, not shy. She too had been more than surprised at seeing the man her husband talked about with two stunning younger women, but rather than be repelled, she was intrigued. Joe had given her the impression that this man, while important, was going to be an easy mark for him--"a pushover," he'd said, who was no match for an "alpha Italian" like him. Seeing him now, Denise was not so sure.

Daddy had reserved a large banquette booth for the five of them, and as soon as they were shown to the table, Anastasia took the initiative on seating.

"Why don't you boys talk about your important deal over there, while we girls get to know each other on this side?" she said, as she slipped into the banquette, pulling Denise in beside her and signaling Layla to sit on her other side. "Daddy, come sit next to me, and Mr. Antonelli can go on your other side."

Denise was startled again. Did Anastasia just call him Daddy?

The rest of the dinner was like a dance that only Daddy and his girls knew, and they led the outmatched couple through their paces. Wine and champagne flowed liberally, though primarily through Joe (who was drinking heavily) and Denise, who proved to be flirty, mischievous, and sassy with a couple of drinks to lower her guard. Layla and Anastasia made her one of the girls, making her feel welcome, attractive, and desirable--feelings, the girls learned, that Joe didn't make her experience much anymore, especially since the kids started arriving 10 years ago.

Joe constantly tried to steer the conversation to the deal he wanted; he clearly thought he could close it tonight. Daddy expressed interest while being vague about details; interested without committing. He was stringing Joe along masterfully as the latter became louder and brasher with each bottle of wine. To keep Joe waiting, Daddy would frequently interrupt him to turn to the three lovely women to his left, sometimes telling a story from his long and interesting life, other times to meet Denise's eyes with such attention and intensity that she felt like the only person in the room, both enthralled and exposed.

Daddy had known things were working when he felt Anastasia rubbing along his thighs more and more, searching for his thick, erect cock, before sneaking her hand between her own legs to try to soothe her soaking pussy. Layla, too, was crossing and uncrossing her legs as she leaned in to whisper in Denise's ear. They both giggled, and Denise blushed, sneaking a look under her eyelashes first at Daddy, then at Anastasia's arm and where it meant her hand was, right now.

Seeing that the hook was set, Daddy had said, "Let's go upstairs to continue the conversation. Joe, we didn't get nearly enough resolved with these beautiful women distracting us."

Now, they were all in the elevator heading up to the suite. All three women were huddled in a corner of the elevator, whispering and tipsy and adorable. Daddy stood quietly and watched as Joe, red-faced and swaying, ogled the group of lovelies, all but rubbing himself through his pockets. Layla and Anastasia had made a plan on a bathroom trip earlier that evening, and were excited to show Daddy just how helpful they could be to him.

Upon entering the room, Daddy--who alcohol seemed to barely affect, except to stoke his libido more--immediately said, "Joe, why don't you put your papers over there on the desk so I can take a look at them while the girls pour drinks.

Joe fumbled to get his documents out of his elaborate leather satchel while Layla opened one of the bottles of Champagne that had been pre-stocked in the room. When everyone had their drink, Daddy raised his glass. "To a full life with no regrets," he said, and they all drained their glasses.

"Daddy, I have an idea!" said Anastasia, putting her plan into action, "Let's play "I Never" while you look at the papers. We have such good new friends, this will help us all get to know and trust each other more!"

Layla squealed delightedly, and the two girls' energetic pleading soon had Denise joining the importuning chorus. Joe seemed torn between closing the deal and playing a sexy game with the two young nymphs, but his horniness won the day. "I'm game if you are," he said to Daddy, shrugging and eyeing the women..

Daddy feigned hesitation before agreeing, but shuffled the papers ostentatiously to give the impression he was taking the deal seriously. He smiled inside though, proud of his sexy babies and looking forward to seeing how far they could take this on their own.

***

Within 30 minutes, the game had shifted precipitously from "I Never" to "I Want To."

Anastasia and Layla had been smartly strategic about their playing, using it to find out as much as they could about Denise, and tell her as much as they could about why they were so slavishly devoted to their Daddy. Denise, it turned out, had been a little bit of a wild child before meeting Joe--not as wild as the girls, but far from a prude. Then, it seemed, things dried out for her after marrying Joe. He was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am lover; never ate her pussy, while expecting her to blow him on request; she rarely came anymore. Joe, meanwhile, had pornographic fantasies but very little to show for it (although during one uncomfortable moment, it seemed that he barely avoided bragging about the cheap escorts he'd find on business trips, much to Denise's evident surprise).

As the game progressed, Layla and Anastasia ramped up their flirting with Denise, constantly flattering and touching her, pulling her tasteful-but-concealing maxi dress up to her thighs and running their hands up and down them. Denise was starting to get a glazed look in her eyes, and was breathing more heavily. Her cheeks were flushed. More and more, she turned her head towards whichever of the girls was touching her or leaning into to whisper.

Then it happened, just like Daddy knew it would. The women were all sitting on the bed together. Denise, half-dazed and thrumming with sexual energy, turned her head towards Anastasia, who met her gaze before leaning in to give her a deep, intense kiss. Both men could see Anastasia's tongue flicking into Denise's, and see Denise first melt, and then seize the younger woman's hair and push her own tongue deep into her mouth. Layla, on Denise's other side, began stroking the MILF's hair and unfastening the halter top of her dress. Soon the dress was around her waist, and both of Daddy's pretty babies were kissing her mouth, neck, and shoulders, while stroking and squeezing her tits and thighs with increasing aggression.

Joe stared, slack-jawed and glassy-eyed, and looked as if he was about to move toward the bed.

"Sit down, Joe," said Daddy. "Let the girls have their fun. The number one rule here is consent. You only get to do what you're invited to do."

Joe faded back into his chair. By this point, the bed had become a pleasure pile of hot, horny, naked women. Undressed, Denise had an hourglass figure with just a bit of mommy fat; her tits had held up extremely well to breastfeeding two kids, and her nipples were thick, fat, and long. Right now, they were also extremely hard, as both Layla and Anastasia feasted on them hungrily, while both of them ran a hand up Denise's thighs to spread her legs apart.

Denise had a hairy, soaking bush that was completely exposed by the girls' hands. She was writhing and moaning as their pace picked up, licking and sucking her all over while Anastasia worked one, two, then three fingers into her drooling slit, while Layla slid down and started licking her poking clit.

"Oh god. Oh god. Oh my fucking god. Ohmyfuckinggodmygodmygodmygod!!!!!" Denise's first orgasm of the night was coming fast and hard, "Pleasepleaseplease I waaaaantttt ittttt..." she wailed.

She shuddered and shook, her whole body in convulsions that the more experienced Sapphic lovers knew how to control. They held her firm, continuing to assault her drooling cunt with their fingers and mouths. Denise's eyes opened, staring, her own mouth gaping, as her first good orgasm in years wracked her voluptuous body. Joe was rubbing his dick through his pants.

As Denise recovered, Anastasia idly stroked the older mom's pussy and kissed her neck, keeping her energy warm and ready. Layla slid up and whispered something in Denise's ear, to which she shyly nodded before looking languorously at Daddy.

"Yes, I want to see," she said.

Layla and Anastasia both reached out their hands to Daddy. They had done such a good job, he thought. Now it's my turn to really close this deal.

Daddy stood up and slowly walked to the bed. Anastasia and Layla got up to stand at the end of the bed on either side of him, and began removing his tie, his suit, his shirt, while he looked down at Denise, who lay back on the bed lewdly, her glistening twat proudly displayed between her open thighs. Just as the girls were about to open Daddy's trousers, Anastasia paused.

"Is this what you want, Denise? Do you want to see how Daddy keeps us babies so loyal and happy?"

"Yes, oh my god yes, I want to see what you girls have," she panted.

Slowly, almost reverently, Layla and Anastasia finished opening and dropping Daddy's trousers, revealing--because Daddy was commando tonight, as he frequently was--a cock like Denise had never seen. It seemed impossibly thick and hard. The head was the size of an apricot, with a well-defined ridge between it and the shaft. Layla had excitedly whispered in Denise's ear, during dinner, about how that cockhead felt dragging in and out of her needy hole, scraping her g-spot every time he pulled back before another deep thrust, and now Denise understood what she meant. Her mouth, and pussy, flooded. It was the most perfect cock she had ever seen.

"Hey you said the girls are having fun," complained Joe, starting to rise from the chair.

"Sit down, Joe," said Daddy. "I told you that you can do what you're invited to. Right now, I'm invited and you're not. Sit down."

Once again, Joe slumped back into the chair, but now rubbing his crotch more frantically than before.

Daddy's girls finished undressing him while finally getting what they'd wanted all night: the taste, scent, and feel of Daddy in their mouths and on their bodies. If they had been turned on before, now they were almost in heat. The sight of his magnificent, turgid fuckstick prompted an almost Pavlovian response in both of them. Anastasia attacked his mouth, wanted those passionate soul-kisses from Daddy that made her feel safe and cared-for; Layla sank to her knees, lifted the heavy dick in her hand, and ravenously licked and sucked Daddy's cum-filled balls.

Denise couldn't look away. She was stroking her own clit as Daddy's girls connected with their man and master. She wanted that intensity. Denise slowly rose up and crawled to the end of the bed, facing Daddy and the girls. Layla and Anastasia glanced at each other, then at Denise. Anastasia took Denise's hand in hers, guiding it to their man's thick shaft.

"Be careful, Denise," Anastasia said in a throaty, guttural voice. "The more you have it, the more you want it. Daddy tried to warn me the first time, but I didn't believe him. Until the cravings hit. Even knowing how bad it gets, I wouldn't go back, though. Do you want Daddy's cock to own you, like it owns us?"

Denise wrapped her hand around the shaft, Anastasia's words like an enticement, a challenge, a warning.

"Yesssssss," she breathed.

At that moment, Layla cried out. Joe was next to her, his skinny pecker hanging out of his open trousers, trying to turn her head to his crotch. She was twisting her head away.

Daddy swung around, putting his muscled, mature body into an open-handed slap to the side of Joe's head. He fell to the floor, dazed, ears ringing, hands splayed out. Daddy strode to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and pulled out a menacing, dead-black, 9mm pistol. He pointed it at Joe.

The room felt like it was filled with static electricity. All of the women were perfectly still. Joe was shaking his head, but looked like he wanted to get up to fight.

Daddy pulled back the hammer with a terrifying "click." Joe looked up and saw it pointed at his chest. The women all held their breath, terrified.

"Joe, you have broken my trust. You have violated the consent of this precious girl. I don't allow women to be hurt or coerced," he said in that deep, terrifying, commanding voice.

"Your wife gave me her consent, and after hearing about what a piece of shit you are as a husband, lover, and protector, I'm not surprised. I am going to give her the pleasure that you have failed to, if she still wants it," he went on. Daddy looked deep into Denise's eyes. "Do you want that, Denise? Would you like to feel like what the girls and I can give you?"

Denise's eyes went slowly between Joe, Anastasia and Layla, and Daddy. She slowly licked her lips.

"Yes. I want that."

"I'm glad, pretty baby," said Daddy gently. Then, he turned to Joe. "I'm going to fuck your wife tonight, Joe." Denise felt an electric current vibrate from her clit deep into her pussy when she heard him say that. "You have a choice. You can leave, in which case we're not signing the deal; or you can stay and watch how a real man pleases women, and I'll sign our deal with the contract that I brought, not yours. You have 10 seconds to decide."

Joe was frozen. He needed this deal. He thought he'd have the upper hand with this... man, but now he was going to fuck his wife, with her eager permission. It killed his pride to let another man take his wife this way, but he also needed to close. Worse (he hated to admit to himself) he was more turned on than he'd been in his life.

"I- I'll stay," he stammered, ashamed.

"Fine," said Daddy, still standing naked near the girls, his heavy cock hanging like a threat, still with the weapon pointed at Joe. "Layla, get my cuffs from the bedside table and throw them to the cuck." Joe winced at the word, but caught the cuffs that Layla tossed over. "Cuff your ankle to the radiator so I don't have to worry about you."

Anastasia's pussy was on fire now. Once the cuff clicked shut, she melted into Daddy's body, licking and sucking his chest, arm, hand, until she had the gun itself in her mouth, pretending it was her Daddy's mighty cock. She had never been hornier.