Daddy’s Solicitor

Checked myself in the mirror before leaving chambers. Lipstick perfect. Mascara fresh.

Morrison verdict came through. Favourable. And here you are wearing sheer crotchless tights because Daddy told you to.

The hotel's three minutes away.

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The toy's fixed to the chair. Black. Thick. Cold when I lower myself onto it.

He's watching from the bed. The boy from the bar downstairs. Still in his waistcoat and white shirt. Eyes on where the nylon splits open, where I'm sinking down onto silicone.

Took three drinks before Daddy made me spread my legs wide enough the boy could see. Another two before his hand was under the table. Daddy touching me whilst business types walked past to the toilets.

Start moving now. Lifting until just the tip catches at my entrance, then dropping hard. Hands gripping the chair back for balance. The wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.

Both of them watching. Daddy smoking by the window. The boy standing there, can see his cock hard against his black trousers already.

Getting wetter with each movement. The toy sliding easier. The nylon of the tights pulled tight either side of where it's entering me. Daddy walks over, one hand in my hair, his other hand at his tracksuit bottoms. Cock out when he pulls them down. Thick and already hard. Guides it to my mouth. I open. Take him whilst still riding the toy. Two rhythms that don't quite match, messy.

He pushes deeper. Hits the back of my throat. My eyes water immediately, mascara starting to run already.

Pushes again. Gags me properly. Drool spilling over my bottom lip, running down my chin onto my tits.

"Come here." To the boy.

He approaches. Uncertain still.

"Get your cock out."

The boy unzips. His cock heavy, dark.

"Touch her."

His hand on my tit. Hesitant squeeze at first. Then harder when Daddy doesn't stop him. Pinching my nipple hard enough to make me gasp around Daddy's cock. Rolling it rough between his fingers.

"If you think her tits are good, you should try her mouth." Daddy pulls out. His cock wet with my spit. "Give her yours."

The boy steps closer. His cock at my lips. Open. Take him in whilst still riding. The toy hitting deep inside with each drop.

Daddy behind me now. "I love watching her suck cock. Here." His fist in my hair. Using it to shove my head down, force me to take the boy to the back of my throat.

The boy groans. His hands join Daddy's in my hair. Both of them controlling my head now. Pushing me down to the base.

Gag hard. Vision blurring. Spit running down my chin, dripping onto the carpet.

"She's soaking wet." Daddy's other hand between my legs. Fingers sliding into my cunt alongside the toy. "Want to taste her?"

Pulls his fingers out. Holds them to the boy's mouth. The boy hesitates. Then leans forward. Sucks Daddy's fingers clean, his eyes closing.

Daddy's fingers back in me. Working alongside the toy. Then out. To the boy's mouth again. Making him taste me whilst I suck his cock, whilst I ride the toy, everything happening at once.

"See how she's grinding on that? Desperate little thing." Daddy's voice. "Do you mind if I fuck her whilst she sucks you? Makes her take you deeper when I thrust in."

The boy nods. Doesn't speak, keeping eye contact with me, his cock full in my mouth.

Feel Daddy behind me. His hands pushing the toy aside, pulling it out. That empty feeling. Then his cock pressing, one hard thrust and he's filling my cunt completely.

When Daddy thrusts in hard it shoves me forward, forces me to take the boy deeper whether I'm ready or not. Gagging each time.

"When she chokes on your cock, her cunt gets tight for me. Do it again."

The boy pushes deep deliberately. I gag. My cunt clenches hard round Daddy.

"That's it. Just like that."

They find a rhythm together. The boy pushing deep, making me gag, my body responding, Daddy fucking me harder.

Equality tribunal next month. Supreme Court brief if you want it. And you're choking on a bartender's cock whilst Daddy fucks you in a hotel room.

The boy's close already. His cock swelling in my mouth, breathing gone ragged.

"You want to come down her throat?"

"Yeah. Fuck. Yeah."

"Go on then. Give her all of it."

Daddy fucks me harder, each thrust shoving my mouth down to the base of the boy's cock, taking him so deep I can't breathe.

The boy groans loud. Pulsing. Flooding my mouth. Hot and thick and too much.

Try to swallow. Gag on it. Some spilling out, running down my chin, dripping onto my tits.

He stays in. Making sure I take every drop.

Then pulls out finally.

Gasping for air. Cum on my lips, my chin, my face.

Daddy still fucking me from behind. Harder now. Using my body.

Close. Need to come. Desperate for it.

"Please, Daddy."

"No."

His hand reaches under. Finds my clit through the split in the tights. Rubs hard circles.

Right there. Right on the edge. Shaking.

"Now. You can come now."

Don't need more permission than that. Come hard. Body convulsing. Clenching round him. Screaming.

He doesn't stop. Keeps pounding through it.

Then pulls out. Leaving me empty again.

"Get on the bed."

The boy's already stripped properly. Waistcoat, shirt, trousers in a pile. Younger body. Toned. Gym body. His cock hard again already, thick and dark against his stomach.

Gets on the bed. On his back like he knows what's coming.

"Get on him."

Straddle the boy. Position myself over his cock. The tights framing everything, easy access where they split open.

Lower down slowly. He's thick. Thicker than Daddy. Stretching me wide.

Sink fully down. Both of us making sounds.

"Ride him. Show me how much you want it."

Start moving. Finding the angle that hits deep inside. His hands on my tits immediately. Squeezing rough, no hesitation now.

Faster. Taking him deep each time. The nylon rubbing with each movement making everything more intense.

Daddy watching from the chair. Smoking. Taking his time like he always does.

After a minute he stubs it out. Stands. "Lean forward. All the way down."

Do it. My chest pressed against the boy's chest. Skin on skin. Hot. Slick with sweat already. My arse in the air.

Feel Daddy's hands on my arse. Spreading my cheeks wide. The tights pulled tight either side. His hands grip my hips, tilting them higher.

Hear the lube bottle. Plastic cap clicking open. Then cold liquid on my lower back, too much, running down the crack of my arse.

His finger finds my hole. Circling. Pressing. Testing.

Pushes in.

Sharp burn. The boy still buried in my cunt, I can feel both now.

"Done this before?"

"No."

"Good. Virgin arse then."

Second finger. Pushing in alongside the first. Scissoring. Opening me. Stretching the muscle.

Can't help the sounds escaping. High-pitched. Desperate. Third finger. Too much. Too wide. Try to pull away but the boy underneath grabs my hips. Holds me in place.

"Please."

"You'll take it. You always do what I tell you."

The boy underneath watching my face. His cock pulsing inside my cunt.

Daddy's fingers pull out. Then something bigger. Blunt. Hot. His cock pressing against my arsehole.

"Look at me."

Face buried in the boy's shoulder. His skin smells like cheap body spray.

Hand in my hair. Fist closing. Pulling hard. Wrenching my head round. Neck twisted at an awkward painful angle.

See him now. That look on his face. Concentrated. Determined.

Pushes. Slow. Relentless. Unstoppable. The head of his cock breaching my hole. Burning. Stretching impossibly wide.

Eyes going wide. Mouth open. Can't breathe at all.

He smiles. Keeps pushing. Doesn't stop.

More. Inch by inch. The burn becoming pressure, fullness, too much, way too much.

"Nearly there. Doing so well, taking Daddy's cock in your virgin arse."

The boy underneath completely still. Not moving. Barely breathing. Watching my face whilst his cock stays buried in my cunt and Daddy's pushing into my arse.

One more thrust. Then fully seated. His hips flush against my arse.

Both of them inside me now. The wall between them stretched thin. Can feel everything. Every inch. Every pulse.

Can't move. Can't think. Just feel.

"Perfect. My perfect girl. Taking both of us like you were made for this."

Stays completely still. Letting me adjust. His hand stroking my back. Almost tender.

Then starts moving. Slow pulls out. Just an inch. Then pushing back in. The drag and friction and fullness.

The boy starts moving too. Tentative at first. Then finding rhythm. Opposite to Daddy's. When one pulls out the other pushes in.

Never empty. Always full. Always stretched.

They find it together. Faster now. More confident. Both of them using me properly. The sound of it. Skin slapping skin. Wet obscene sounds. Their breathing. Mine. Grunting.

The boy getting close. Can feel it. His cock swelling inside my cunt, breathing going ragged, hands gripping my hips bruising tight.

"Gonna cum. Fuck. Gonna cum."

"Do it. Fill her cunt. Give her every drop."

Three more thrusts. Desperate. Fast. Then he's pulsing. Hot spurts flooding my cunt. His head thrown back into the pillow. Groaning loud.

Keeps thrusting through it. Sloppy now. Working it deeper.

Daddy doesn't stop. Still fucking my arse. Harder now. Using my body for leverage. Each thrust brutal.

The boy slips out finally. Goes completely soft. His cum immediately leaking out, running down onto his balls, onto the sheets.

Empty in front now. Just Daddy in my arse. Pounding. Harder. More urgent. Chasing it.

So close. Need to come. Desperate.

"Please, Daddy. Please."

"No. Not yet."

Sob into the boy's chest. Face wet. Just taking it.

"Please. I need to. I'll do anything. Anything you want."

Silence except for the sound of him fucking my arse.

"Anything?"

"Yes. I promise. Yes."

"Gonna hold you to that."

His hand reaches under me. Finds my clit. Rubs hard circles.

"Now. Fucking come now..."

The orgasm rips through me. Screaming. Body convulsing. Clenching round his cock so hard he grunts.

He comes right after. Buried deep in my arse. Can feel each pulse. Each spurt. Filling me there. Hot and thick. Keeps moving. Working through it. Making sure every drop stays inside.

Then stops. Stays buried. Both of us breathing hard. Ragged.

Long moment of nothing. Just feeling it. Feeling him. Feeling everything leaking from my cunt onto the sheets.

Pulls out slowly. Careful.

The emptiness immediate. His cum starts leaking too. Running out. Down over my cunt. Mixing with the boy's cum on my thighs. Soaking into the torn tights.

Can't move. Just collapsed there. Face down. Destroyed.

The boy getting dressed. Quiet now. Won't look at me anymore. Gets his clothes on quick. Nods at Daddy on his way out. Door closing soft.

Just us.

Daddy helps me to the bathroom eventually. Runs the tap. Cold water.

Look in the mirror. Lipstick smeared across my face, down my chin, on my tits. Mascara in thick black streaks down both cheeks. Foundation patchy where I've sweated through it. The boy's cum still visible on my chest. Daddy's leaking down my thighs. The tights ripped now, laddered up one leg.

He stands behind me. Our eyes meeting in the reflection.

Picks up his phone. Takes a photo. Me ruined. Him satisfied. For his collection. Proof of what I let him do.