Daddy Sends a Delivery

My phone buzzed. Daddy was texting.

I'm sending someone over to take care of a project. He should be there in 5 minutes. Please let him in, sugarpop.

Keep your phone with you. I'll call in a bit.

There had been a lot of activity around the house since I'd moved in. We were feathering our nest, making the house cozier for the both of us, and putting my mark on it. Daddy was insistent that I was the woman of the house, and wanted it to reflect my tastes as much as his.

Things had been going so great with us since I finally felt ready to grow up and commit. Our relationship has gotten richer, closer, and even hotter. We'd always had amazing chemistry, but the chemical reaction had gotten so hot it felt like a fusion core. His libido, which was always high, was now off the scale, and being wanted like that made me even hotter.

We'd also gotten more open and intense about what turned us on. Daddy had always been dominant, but his calm, assertive confidence was building off my desire to submit to a worthy man. Being his woman, body and soul, didn't just make me feel safe and secure: it was making me hornier than ever--which is saying a lot for me.

The doorbell rang and I walked downstairs to get it. With his kids gone for the summer, he probably wants me to feel safe alone in the house, which is why he told me to keep my phone at hand. He's such a cutie.

There was a guy in his 40s at the front door. Flannel shirt and jeans, short hair and a trucker hat--he looked like every other contractor in the Berkshires, and based on the pickup truck in the driveway, that's what he was.

"Hi," I said, as I let him in. "Daddy told me you were coming over. I'm not sure what you're supposed to be working on, though," I laughed.

"Uh yeah, hi, I'm Eric." He seemed nervous and awkward. "Umm can we sit down? I'm supposed to tell you about what I'm doing here."

This was odd, but I brought him into the living room and sat in one of the nice chairs by the window. Eric sat across from me, on the blue couch that made everyone awkwardly too close to the ground.

"What's up?" I said brightly, wanting to get back upstairs to my work.

"Umm. Well, your man is at my house right now, fucking my wife."

This was interesting. Lately, while Daddy was riding me through my third or fourth orgasm, I had been telling him how I was getting off to how dominant he was, and that I wanted him to take women for his pleasure. It was a hot fantasy of mine: I love how masculine he is, and knowing that he's my man makes it hot to think about women getting off on his thick cock, but never having him the way I do.

"Ok... "I said, "so, what are you doing here?"

"Um, well, he told me to come over and eat your pussy, and if I didn't--and didn't get you off--he wasn't going to let Jen touch me anymore."

Very interesting. My pussy flooded at the thought of Daddy taking this man's wife away from him, and making him take care of me while he did it.

Knowing my man, there was more to this. "What else did he tell you?"

"I'm not allowed to do anything but eat your pussy, unless you tell me to do anything specific. I'm allowed to play with my dick, but I can't come on you. He's going to call to make sure I follow the rules."

My heart was racing now. Daddy knows that I fantasize about dominating women, but this time he's sending a man to please me while he breaks his wife down with that battering ram of a cock. He's given me a head start by humiliating him already.

"Well then, you'd better get started." I pulled the pretty skirt Daddy bought me last month to my waist, and hooked my legs over the arms of the chair. My pussy was spread wide open, and was already slick with my cream. I was drenched.

Eric stood up uncertainly, and took a step toward me.

"Stop," I said. "Drop your pants to your ankles, but don't take them off. Then crawl over here and get your face between my legs, but don't touch."

He quickly unbuckled his pants and pulled down his pants and boxers in one go. His dick was sticking straight out from his body--it seemed average, but I was spoiled by my man so it looked undersized. He definitely didn't have the girth that my little pussy was trained to crave. He was already leaking precum. Eric got on his hands and knees and shuffled over until his head was between my knees.

"Look at that pussy, bitch," I said. "That's the hottest, prettiest pussy you'll see in your whole life. You'll never get to fuck it, but you'd better take care of it now or man will make sure you don't get your wife's pussy, either."

He looked up at me and nodded.

I reached down and grabbed him roughly by the hair, pulling his face up against my drooling cunt. I held him there, mashed against me, squirming and bucking my hips to smear my hot cream all over his nose, mouth, and forehead. He'd go back to his wife with my mark on him. Then I jerked his head back.

"Eat Mommy's pussy."

He started licking, big sloppy licks all over my lips and around my clit. My pussy was overheating from the whole scenario: I could've cum if he breathed on me, but he was eating me like he'd been starving for weeks. I could feel my first orgasm building already.

"Ungh, fuck, suck my clit, you fucking little bitch." I wanted this first one hot and fast.

"Fuck, fuck, that's it, fuck!" I came fast but was only getting warmed up. My pussy was buzzing for more, "Don't you dare stop, you've got a lot more to do."

Eric was panting and grunting. He was still on all fours, and I could see his hips twitching and rolling as he tried to get some contact on his dick.

I felt his tongue crawling up into my pussy. FUCK, that's what I need--something to get my greedy, hungry cunt to the next level.

"That's it, boy, get your tongue up in Mommy's hot hole," I prodded, "show me how bad you need this pussy!"

He pushed his mouth and nose between my slick lips, his thick tongue reaching up into me. I was grinding into him to rub my little nub on the bridge of his nose. I was in heat, getting myself off on bending this stranger to my needs.

The phone rang and my pussy flooded even more when I saw that it was Daddy. I was panting when I picked up.

"Is that cuck taking good care of my baby's pussy?" God, that deep voice alone almost put me over the edge!

"He's working hard Daddy, but he needs to keep at it. Are you using his wife?"

"She's licking my cock and balls clean now. She's got a loose sloppy cunt so it took a lot of fucking to finally get a load out of me. Made a mess. Switch to speakerphone, baby."

I heard him do the same, and then he was talking to someone else. "What do you say to Baby, you cheating slut?"

I heard a woman's voice, she was slurring her words a little and seemed out of it, somehow. "Oh my god, thank you for letting your man fuck me. I've never been used like this. I want to be his whore. I'll do anything for you. I'll suck your tits when you tell me. Anything." I knew what was wrong with her: she was dick drunk from getting railed by a fat cock.

Eric heard all this and started whining and moaning into my pussy. His hips were jerking even more frantically. He was tongue-fucking my pussy like there was a pot of gold at the end of my pussy--which there was, as he'd find soon.

"Your bitch husband made a big mistake letting you get Daddy's cock. Your pussy will never feel the same after my man has used you good and hard. I'll train him to be a better pussy eater, though, as a consolation prize."

"Oh god, yes, he needs you to train him like Daddy's training me. I want to eat your pussy, too! Daddy says it's the best and sweetest in the world, and I can have his cum if I lick it out of you."

"That's right," said Daddy in his deep rumbling voice, "she's learning to love the taste now by cleaning my cock with her nasty whore mouth."

My own pussy was melting down hearing this while getting devoured by Eric. I grabbed his hair again and ground into his face.

"Daddy, I'm close again, oh Daddy you're so good at getting me off I wish you were here," I whined.

"You tell that bitch what he's got to do to make you cum, baby. You own him, and he'll perform because he can't wait to see what your Daddy has done to his wife. Now enjoy yourself. I'll be home right after I teach her a few more lessons. I love you."

Off the phone, I turned my full attention to the orgasm I needed so badly. "Did you hear that Eric? My man is using your wife like a whore right now, and she's begging for more." Eric started attacking my pussy even more urgently. "You're my bitch now."

I spread my legs even wider on the arms of the chair.

"Get your fingers in my pussy. I need to cum hard and it's gonna be all over your face."

I was moaning and grunting now as Eric's thick, calloused finger worked itself into my tight slot. My juices, and his spit, were running down the inside of my thighs and over my ass now.

"That's it, finger-fuck my cunt, lick my clit, ungh, ohhh, fuckkkkk eat my pussy like a bitch, you motherfucker make that pussy cummmmm!"

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave and my cunt squeezed down on Eric's finger like a Chinese trap.

"Ungh, ugh, ah fuck fuck don't you dare stop, unnnnnnnngg!" More waves were hitting me as my pussy lit up and my mind was full of perverted, pornographic images of Daddy and I asserting our place over weaklings like this.

"Fuuuuuuck, fuckkkkk I'm coming I'm coming uuuuuuungh!" I was an animal, a goddess, my brain was exploding with my body.

I felt my pussy clamp down harder than ever, and a massive spasm go from my stomach down through my thighs. I started squirting as my body spasmed and shook. Eric's face and hair were soaked; he was gasping for air like he'd run from a bear.

I pushed him back from between my legs, my legs still sprawled apart as I came down from my orgasmic high. Eric was kneeling back on his calves; he'd cum on himself sometime eating me out. He looked delirious, ashamed, and still turned on.

"Get out," I said. "I'll tell Daddy you did a good job."