Andrew felt lucky when Samantha and Alexis left on Tuesday morning as planned. He could only hope that their new lifestyle, together, would keep them satisfied. Having three, young women continually wanting sex was just too much for him. He was happy enough to have Mack.
After the girls left, he and Mack regained their habit and generally played with each other three times a day. Mackenzie seemed unfazed by that amount, but it did tire Andrew out. He wasn't so young any more. Luckily, one good night's rest was all he needed to be ready to go again the next day.
On Thursday night, he and Mackenzie were relaxing in the living room after dinner, watching football on the TV. It was after 11pm and the game was close to the end. But it was an important game in Andrew's eyes, he'd even bet a little money on it. And with his team down by three, he had to watch to the end.
"Can I do anything for you daddy or get you anything?" Mack asked. Andrew was sitting in his favorite recliner and Mack was sitting in his lap.
"Yeah, baby," he said, rubbing the back of his neck and shoulder with one hand. "My neck is a little stiff. Maybe you can massage it for me a little bit."
Eager to please, Mack sat turned in his lap, straddling his legs, and began massaging his shoulders as the game played in the background behind her.
"Mmm... good girl," Andrew whispered, feeling a little relief.
"Don't you think you should get some rest? It's after eleven," Mack said.
"No... I'm fine," Andrew said, smiling at her. "Besides, there's not much left of the game." He looked at her, her face just a little higher than his own, and she smiled. "You know... you are very beautiful."
"Thank you, daddy," she smiled and kissed him.
"Yeah, that's really good, baby girl," he said softly, closing his eyes for a moment, enjoying her hands working his knotted shoulder muscles.
He could hear the commentators calling the game and peered around her as best he could to watch the TV. There wasn't much time left on the clock.
"So Houston will start this drive at their own thirteen yard line. Trailing by three," the commentator said. The teams lined up on the field and then the ball was hiked. "And a handoff to Akers up the middle... and across the twenty for a gain of eight."
"It's a nice start to this drive for Akers and the Texans," the second commentator said.
Andrew could feel Mack grinding a little against him. Her hips pushed down against his growing erection.
"I bet you're excited right now, aren't you?" he asked her. "Are you thinking about my cock sliding into your wet pussy?"
"Yes, daddy," she whispered, her need and desire very evident.
"Will you be a good girl for daddy?" he asked.
"Yes, daddy!" she said excitedly. She was hoping to catch his attention. She knew the game was important to him, but her body wanted his touch so badly. She couldn't believe how horny she got all the time now. Ever since Andrew gave her that bear, she just couldn't help herself.
"Ok. Down here," he said, helping her off his lap and onto the floor in front of him. "Help me take off my shirt."
Mack grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and helped lift it up and over his head. He tossed it towards the nearby couch where the Daddy Buddy Bear was seated, watching them with it's little smile.
"What do you want me to do, daddy?" Mackenzie ask, her hands starting to stroke his bare chest and abdomen. She knew that she needed permission to do what she really wanted.
"Do you want to touch my cock?" he asked, looking down at her, putting his finger under her chin to force her to look him in the eye.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Unbutton my pants."
"Just outside five minutes to play," the commentator said, catching Andrew's attention again as Mack started unfastening and removing his pants. "And this time Stroud himself will run with it as he picks up the first down."
The second commentator picked up right after the first. "He picked up five yards on the ground with four fifty to go giving Houston a first and ten."
"There," Andrew said as Mack tossed his pants and boxers onto the couch as well, drawing his attention back to her. "Find something you like?"
Mackenzie was staring at his hard cock as he sat back down. It seemed so incredible to her, so hard, yet so soft. It was so big yet seemed to be the perfect size for her.
"I did," she whispered, looking up at him as her fingers wrapped around his shaft and gently stroked it. "This cock... this cock makes me such a filthy girl. I'd do anything for this dick. I'm such a dirty girl for you daddy."
"Yeah?" he asked. "How dirty?"
"You know you can do whatever you want to me, daddy, right? Just use me... use any hole that you like. But I know what you want right now. You want to use my little mouth right now, don't you?" She snuggled her face against his cock, sliding it slowly over her cheeks and lips, kissing it and lightly licking it every time it passed her lips.
"Yeah... open that pretty little mouth," he said.
She slid the head past her lips and suckled it gently, giving him wonderful, pleasurable sensations.
"Good girl," he whispered.
Mackenzie started sucking more into her mouth and stroking with one hand below it. She knew exactly the way he liked it and wanted to do everything to please him. She looked up at him, his cock slipping deep into her mouth.
"Oooh, yes," he moaned softly. "That's a good girl."
"Your cock's getting so hard, daddy," she said, stroking him a little faster now.
"You like that hard cock in your mouth?"
"Mmm," she moaned, pulling it free once again, one hand teasingly stroking over the head. "I love sucking on your cock."
"Fuck yes. Very good girl."
"Do you know what your hard cock does to me?" she asked. "It makes my little pussy so wet. It makes me want to take this cock in all my holes. It's what you do to me, daddy. I'm such a cock-whore. But not just any cock... it has to be your cock. It makes me hot. It makes me wet. It turns me on so much."
"Why don't you take your clothes off for me, baby," Andrew whispered.
Mackenzie smiled at him and stood. Her hands quickly pulled off her nightgown, tossing it aside. She didn't even wear panties any longer. He looked over her naked body, her perfect, little B-cup breasts with puffy nipples and her naked mons. She was truly a beautiful, young woman.
As she knelt back down and took his cock back into her mouth, the football commentators again stole his attention.
"Miller with the tackle and another flag comes out. And another hold against the Texans," he said.
The TV showed the referee announcing the foul with hand signals. "Holding. Offense number seventy eight. Ten yard penalty. Second down."
"Oh my God, yeah," Andrew moaned as Mackenzie slid his cock to the back of her throat, forcing her to gag a little. As she pulled free, she coughed for a moment then smiled up at him, happy that she was improving her skills. "Look at those beautiful eyes," he said, smiling down at her.
She stroked him again, flicking her tongue just underneath the head, and giggled when his body shook in reaction. "Oh... that's so dangerous, when I wrap my fingers around your shaft like that and squeeze. So dangerous. Isn't it? It gets you so close, so fast." She stroked one hand at just the tip, then licked the head as her hand moved lower. "You like that?"
"Yes baby," he said, nodding. In fact he truly loved how much she loved sucking his cock. Ever since their time together early Tuesday morning, she woke him every day with his cock in her mouth.
"Mmhmm," she moaned, his cock shoved deep into her mouth.
The vibrations sent shivers through him. "Oh fuck! You're the perfect little cocksucker, aren't you?"
She pulled his cock free and nodded, smiling. "Yeah, just like a little slut." Without missing a beat, she thrust him back into her mouth, sliding him deeper, until she was gagging once again.
"That's it," he said approvingly. "Suck daddy's cock all the way inside, baby. That's a good girl."
She teased him with his cock deep in her mouth by swirling her tongue under the head, pressing his shaft against the roof of her mouth, and moaning softly. Andrew closed his eyes, the pleasure starting to overtake him.
She giggled as she released him from her mouth again. "Does it make it worse when I moan?"
"Oh my God, yes," he moaned loudly and glanced up at the TV as, in a slow-motion playback, a receiver and defensive back collided during an attempted catch.
"The fans wanted a penalty, but it'll be third down and long," the first commentator said.
"There's no penalty there," said the second. "He was in the exact spot he needed to be to make a play like that."
The screen went back to showing the current time, with the players lined up and ready to go. "So, it's third and fifteen... back goes Stroud... throwing... incomplete over the middle."
"Brown had the coverage and the Texans will have to punt with just four minutes left," said the second commentator.
"Fuck!" Andrew said loudly. His team was still losing and was running out of time.
Mackenzie slurped on his cock, bringing his attention back down to her. "I don't want to spoil the fun, but I want to make you cum," she said, giggling. "I always want to make you cum. I need your seed. But I know if you cum now, it'll be all over. I miss the taste... the feeling of you filling my mouth up with all that cum. I want it. Are you going to give it to me daddy?"
"Mmhmm," Andrew said, barely able to even think. His eyes and ears wandered to the TV screen, but her toying with his cock was giving him serious pleasure. He didn't know how much longer he could last.
"It's a handoff to Moris and he makes it to the thirty yard line," the first commentator said.
"At this point, they just need to play smart," said the second commentator. "Keep the clock running. You'll see a lot of run game. A lot of quick passes.
Andrew knew that's what he was going to have to do, too. Play smart. Keep things moving without concentrating on one thing too much. He needed to change it up to keep from cumming too soon.
"Daddy, can I please get on top of you?" Mackenzie asked, looking desperate for something more.
