I’m 19, sitting at my desk trying to finish the last page of this psychology assignment. The text just blurs. Fuck. That warm heavy feeling starts low in my belly again. First slow, then it gets stronger. My thighs press together under the chair. I shift and the soft seam of my shorts drags just enough to make it worse.
The page is still open on Pavlov. I wrote “saliva” twice and crossed the first one out so hard the pencil tore the paper.
Mommy’s voice floats up in my head clear as if she’s right here. Mutt is not allowed to touch herself without permission. Not even a little. My hand wants to slide down but I keep it on the pencil. The ache pulses harder. Wetness starts to gather. I can feel it sticking the thin cotton to me already.
I stand up too fast. The chair scrapes the loose bit of linoleum by the desk leg. My legs feel shaky. I leave the homework open and turn toward the full body mirror on the closet door. My cheeks are already pink. I lift my top with both hands and look at the soft little peaks. They feel tight. I pinch one between my fingers, just a tiny squeeze, and my knees buckle. “nnnh ah”
The damp fabric sticks and squishes between my thighs. My other hand drifts down without thinking, fingers brushing over the front of my shorts. The cotton is wetter than I thought. I press a little, feeling the heat.
Mommy’s words slam back in. Not allowed. I yank both hands away like they burned me. My top falls. I stand there breathing fast, sticky and throbbing, then force my feet to move. I walk down the hall quiet, heart thumping. She’s on the couch in the living room, lights low, some show playing. I stop in the doorway for a second, cheeks hot, then cross the floor and climb up without asking.
The remote is half under her thigh. Volume’s on 11. I always turn it to 14 when she isn’t looking.
I’m curled up against her on the couch, the TV glowing soft in the dark living room. I barely register the show. Her arm is heavy around me, warm. She smells like lotion and the faint leftover of her shampoo. My face is tucked against her side and I keep shifting because I can’t get comfortable enough, not with the ache already sitting low in my belly and the memory of her rule still ringing in my ears.
Her hand slides down my back, slow. Just resting at first. Then her fingers curl under the hem of my sleep shirt and find bare skin. “ahh…”
She doesn’t look away from the screen.
“There’s my sweet mutt,” she murmurs, almost under her breath. Her palm settles over the soft curve of my hip and squeezes once. “Came looking for mommy because you’re not allowed to touch, didn’t you?”
I nod against her, soft and small. “Unnnh… yes mommy… it started while I was doing homework… got so bad…”
She hums like she already knew. Her hand drifts lower, cupping me through the fabric. Just holding. Not rubbing yet. I rock the tiniest bit against her palm and she lets me.
“That’s it. Grind for me. Nice and quiet. Mommy’s watching. Good girl for coming to me instead of breaking the rule.”
My hips move before I decide to. Soft little circles, pressing my mound into her hand. The friction is barely there but it still feels so good. “unh… mommy…”
She keeps her eyes on the TV, but her fingers press firmer. One thick fingertip finds the wet spot and rubs in a lazy oval. I bite my lip hard.
“Such a cute little mutt,” she says, voice low and fond. “Already soaking through. Keep grinding. I like hearing you try to stay quiet.”
Slow, careful rolls of my hips. I don’t even think about stopping. Every pass drags my clit against the seam of my panties and her solid hand underneath. Heat builds fast. My thighs start shaking. “nnnh…”
“Mmm… feels good… please…”
Her free hand comes up and strokes my hair once, gentle. Then it settles on the back of my neck, holding me in place against her side. I keep moving, chasing that dull pressure. The wetness is getting louder, a soft slick sound every time I push forward.
Someone on the show laughs at the wrong time. The laugh track is a half-second late. I hate that.
She shifts her hand just enough that two fingers press right over my entrance through the soaked cotton. Not inside. Just there. I grind down harder, trying to feel more. “ahh ahh…”
“Stay on the show, mutt. Don’t get loud.”
I nod against her, eyes half open toward the screen even though the colors blur. My hips keep working, short desperate rolls. The ache is deep now, empty and pulsing. I can feel how open I am already, folds slippery and swollen. Another rush soaks through and she chuckles under her breath.
“Listen to that. Messy little thing. Keep going. Don’t you dare cum.”
“Can’t… it’s so much… mommy please…”
Her fingers stay steady, letting me use them. The pressure is perfect and nowhere near enough. I rock and rock, thighs shaking, soft pants leaving me in little puffs. My clit throbs every time it catches against her knuckles. The noises keep slipping out anyway.
“Unnnh… need it… please let me…”
She turns her head just enough to kiss the top of mine. “Not yet. Keep grinding. I want to feel you struggle.”
Longer now. The edge creeps closer and I pull back every time it gets too sharp, hips slowing, then starting again because I can’t stop. Her hand is hot and firm under me. The TV keeps playing. I don’t know what anyone is saying. All I know is the slow drag of my wet panties over my clit and the solid heat of her palm holding me open without ever giving me more.
My breath hitches. “Mommy… it’s aching… please…”
She just strokes my hair again and keeps watching the screen, letting me chase and deny myself over and over against her hand.
After a while mommy turns the tv off. The screen goes black and I can see us both in it, sort of, me a pale shape on her. She leans with her head resting back looking up at the ceiling and says: “Come here mutt, sit on mommy’s face.”
I climb up careful, knees shaking. One on each side of her head. My hands find her hair and hold on tight so I don’t tip. The soft insides of my thighs press against her cheeks. My soaked panties are still on, the thin fabric stuck to me.
She looks up at me from between my legs, eyes half closed, mouth already open a little. “Right here, mutt. Put that pretty pussy on mommy’s face.”
I lower down slow. The heat of her breath hits me first through the wet cotton. Then her mouth. Soft lips press against the soaked spot. “nnnh…”
She hums against me and the vibration goes straight through. My fingers tighten in her hair. I try to keep still but my hips want to rock. The fabric is in the way and it feels mean, the barrier keeping her tongue from getting where I need it.
She opens her mouth wider and sucks at the wet patch, slow and hard. My clit throbs under the pressure. “ahh…”
“Please… it tickles so much… feels so good…”
Her hands come up and settle on my bare thighs, holding me in place. Not pushing, just steady. I stay balanced on my knees, leaning forward a little so I don’t fall, hands gripping her head. Every time she breathes out it warms the damp fabric and makes me drip more.
One of her earrings catches on my thigh. The little gold hoop. I keep thinking I’ll tear it and then I don’t.
She licks a long stripe right over my clit through the panties. The cloth drags. “mmm…”
“Mommy don’t stop… please don’t stop…”
I rock the tiniest bit, chasing her mouth. The edge is right there again, sharp and mean. She feels it and eases off, just pressing soft kisses to the soaked cotton instead of sucking. My hips twitch.
“Can’t… it’s aching so bad… please let me feel more…”
She keeps the kisses light, teasing, never giving enough pressure. My thighs tremble around her head. Wetness seeps through and I know she’s tasting it. I hold onto her hair tighter and try to stay quiet while it builds and she won’t let it break.
She grabs the soaked fabric and tears it aside hard. The sound is sharp. Cool air hits me. My bare pussy is right over her mouth now, folds wet and open, the little strip of hair above already sticky.
“Oh mutt… look at you,” she breathes. “So pretty and shiny.”
Her tongue drags slow up the middle, tasting everything. “nnnh…”
“Unnnh… mommy… tastes…?”
“Sweet,” she says against me. “So fucking sweet. And that smell… like warm candy mixed with need. Mommy could stay here forever.”
She spreads me open with her thumbs. One fingertip traces the tight little ring of my hymen, just circling the thin edge, never pushing in. The membrane feels soft and delicate under that light touch, almost fluttery when she presses just enough to feel how unbroken it is. At the same time her tongue flicks light and mean around my clit, never landing right on it. Just around and around, wet and slow.
I grip her hair tighter and rock without meaning to. My knees dig into the couch cushions. Hands hold her head so I don’t tip forward. Balance is hard when every nerve is lit up.
“Please… it throbs… please touch it…”
She ignores the beg. The finger keeps teasing the entrance, rubbing the sensitive rim, dipping just enough to feel the thin barrier stretch a tiny bit under the pressure and then pulling back. Her tongue stays lazy, wet circles that make my clit pulse harder every second she refuses to suck it. Hot breath ghosts over the open folds. I can smell myself strong now, sweet and musky, mixing with the heat of her mouth.
“Mmm. Perfect little virgin hole. Feels so soft and tight under my finger. That thin little membrane is so pretty. Tastes even better up close.”
One of her hands slips lower while the other keeps me spread. A single fingertip finds the tight pucker behind and rests there, gentle as a kiss. She tests it with the softest pressure, just circling the rim, never pushing in. “ahh…”
“Unnnh… mommy… back there too…”
“Just checking my mutt. So sensitive everywhere. Stay still for mommy.”
I try. My thighs tremble around her head. Wetness seeps out and drips onto her chin. She licks it up and hums, the vibration traveling straight through. The finger on my entrance keeps that soft torture on the ring while the one at my pucker stays feather light. Her tongue never gives my clit the firm contact it needs.
The couch cushion has a button missing under my left knee. I keep finding the hole with my kneecap.
“So wet for me. Sweetest mutt. Don’t you dare cum.”
The edge climbs fast and mean. Every time it gets close she eases off, just breathing on my clit while her fingers keep the slow teasing on both tight places. My hips twitch, trying not to push down, hands clutching her hair so I stay balanced on my shaky knees while the ache turns sharp and endless.
“Mommy… aching so bad… please… can’t hold it…”
She just keeps the same slow rhythm, tongue and finger working together, never enough, praising the taste and the smell between every teasing lick until I’m shaking and empty and still not allowed to break.
She eases me down careful, strong arms lifting me off her face and settling me across her lap. I straddle her thighs, still shaking, bare pussy dripping onto her clothes. The edge is still sharp and mean inside me but she won’t let it go anywhere.
Her hands cup my face. She leans in and kisses me slow. Soft at first, then deeper. I taste myself on her tongue, sweet and slick, and the smell of my own wetness is all over her mouth. “mmmnh…”
“Mmm… mommy… taste me…”
She kisses me again, longer, letting me lick into her mouth so I get every drop. Smooches land on the corners of my lips, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. Each one leaves the same sticky sweetness behind. I suck on her bottom lip just to keep the flavor.
“That’s it, mutt. Taste how sweet you are for mommy.”
My hips twitch against her lap but she holds me still with one arm around my waist. No friction. Just the slow wet kisses that keep reminding me how close I was.
She pulls back only long enough to tug her top off. The bra follows. Soft heavy breasts spill free. She guides my head down and I latch on without thinking, mouth opening over one pink nipple.
Warm. Soft. I suckle slow and deep the way I always do when I’m alone. Sweet milk isn’t there but the comfort is. Her other hand strokes my hair while I nurse.
She starts humming, low and soft, some quiet lullaby that vibrates through her chest into my lips. I keep suckling, eyes half closed, the leftover taste of myself still on my tongue mixing with the warm skin under my mouth. My free hand rests on her other breast, just holding.
The edge never leaves. It sits there, throbbing, while I nurse and she hums and the kisses she drops on the top of my head keep the sticky sweetness of my own pussy right where I can smell it. I stay soft and needy in her lap, not allowed to finish, just held and fed and kissed until the ache becomes the only thing I can feel.
Her hand slips down between us while I keep nursing. Fingers find my bare wet folds and rest there, one fingertip settling right over my swollen nub. Just the lightest pressure. Barely anything. I suck harder on her nipple. “unh…”
“Stay nursing, mutt. Don’t stop.”
My mouth works slow and greedy, tongue circling the soft peak while I suck. The warm weight of her breast fills me with that deep quiet comfort, the kind that makes my shoulders drop and my eyes go soft. At the same time the tiny pressure on my clit is pure torture. It sits there like a single hot point, not enough to ease anything, only enough to keep the ache rising.
I start rolling my hips in her lap, little circles, trying to push into her finger for more. She doesn’t give it. The touch stays feather light. Soft wet sounds rise every time I move. I keep nursing, hips grinding in soft desperate rolls.
The lullaby she hums vibrates through her chest straight into my lips. The low notes settle deep inside me, soothing and steady, while the almost nothing touch on my clit keeps the emptiness sharp. Comfort and denial twist together until I can’t tell which one is stronger. I suck stronger, cheeks hollowed, chasing the warm safety of her nipple while my hips keep seeking what she won’t give.
“That’s it. Keep sucking. Mommy’s got you.”
I nurse like it’s the only thing holding me together. Soft wet sounds mix with the quiet lullaby. My hips never stop. Slow gyrates, rolling, pressing, trying to force more contact against that single unmoving fingertip. The edge climbs higher and higher but the touch is too slight to let me fall. “nnnh…”
The lamp by the TV has a dead bulb. Only the one on the bookcase is on. It makes her collarbone look yellow.
The vibration of her humming rolls through me again, calm and sweet, while the ache between my legs stays mean and unfinished. I stay locked there, mouth full, hips working, dripping onto her hand and still not allowed to finish.
Her finger presses harder. Not much. Just enough that the soft pad of it digs into my swollen nub and stays there. Heat floods straight up my belly. I suck harder on her nipple, wet and loud. “ahh ahh…”
“There you go, mutt. Feel that? Your little clit is so fat and needy under mommy’s finger.”
I roll my hips faster, chasing the firmer touch. Slippery folds part around her fingertip every time I move. The wet sound is soft and filthy. My thighs shake against hers. She rubs in tiny tight circles now, slow and mean, never lifting away.
“Listen to how soaked you are. Dripping all over mommy’s lap. Such a messy little virgin. Keep nursing while I play with this pretty pussy.”
My mouth works greedy, tongue flicking the stiff peak, sucking deep pulls that make her hum. The pressure on my clit builds in perfect mean circles. Every pass drags slick heat through me. I can feel how open I am, how the empty ache inside pulses in time with her finger.
“That’s it. Grind on mommy. Use me. Your sweet cunt smells so good when it’s this close. Bet it tastes even better after you cum.”
The edge surges sharp and sudden. My hips jerk. I keep nursing, sucking for all I’m worth while the circles get tighter. Pleasure coils low and heavy, almost too much. She doesn’t stop. The dirty words keep coming soft and steady against my hair.
“Look at you. Hands holding mommy’s breast like you’ll never let go. Hips working so hard. You’re gonna soak my thigh when you break, aren’t you mutt?”
I nod against her, still nursing, tears pricking the corners of my eyes from how good it feels. The circles never speed up. Just firm, relentless, right on the swollen nub. Heat piles higher. My whole body starts trembling. “unh… unh… unh…”
“Come on. Let it happen. Cum for mommy. Let that tight little pussy spasm all over my hand.”
It hits like a wave cracking open. My back arches hard. The orgasm rips through me long and shattering. My pussy clenches empty and furious, pulsing so strong I can feel every flutter. Small hot squirts spurt out in quick bursts, wetting her thigh in sticky warm pulses. I cry out against her breast, still latched, body shaking and jerking in her lap while the waves keep rolling. Vision goes white for a second. Toes curl. Thighs clamp tight around her hand. Another hard spasm forces more wetness out, messy and perfect.
She keeps the pressure light through every pulse, riding it with me until the last flutter dies down. Then her hand gentles completely, just resting warm over my soaked folds.
“Good girl. Such a good sweet mutt. Look how hard you came for mommy. So pretty when you break.”
She eases my mouth off her nipple with soft fingers and pulls me up against her chest. Strong arms wrap around me. One hand strokes slow down my spine. The other cups the back of my head, holding me close while I pant and tremble.
“Shhh. I’ve got you. You’re safe. Mommy’s so proud. That was beautiful. Rest now. Just breathe.”
I bury my face in her soft bare skin, still sticky and open against her thigh, the leftover pulses fading while she rocks me gentle and keeps the quiet praise coming. Warm. Steady. Exactly what I need after.
Her watch is digging into my ribs. I don’t tell her. The band is the cheap one, the one that leaves a square mark.
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I’m standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom, lights low, just the little lamp on the nightstand. Only panties left on. Soft pink ones. The rest of my clothes are in a messy pile on the chair.
Lotion first. Always. I squeeze a little into my palm and start on my arms, slow circles. The smell is clean and sweet. Then my shoulders, my chest. My nipples tighten the second the cool lotion touches them. I rub it in careful, thumbs brushing the pink tips, and a tiny shiver runs down my belly.
Lower. Across my stomach. Over my hips. The soft curve where my thighs start. Every pass makes the ache wake up a little more. I can already feel myself getting sticky inside the panties. Just from this. From the smell of the lotion and the quiet of the room and the fact that Mommy’s rule is still sitting in my head like a warm weight.
I finish my legs last. Knees, calves, the tops of my feet. Then I stand there looking at myself for a second. Soft little body, cheeks already pink, the front of my panties darker than they should be.
The bottle says “unscented” which is a lie. It smells like the fake pear they put in everything.
I turn off the lamp. Climb into bed. Pull the covers all the way over my head so it’s dark and private and the only world is the one under here. The air is warm and close. I can smell the lotion on my skin mixed with something else already.
My hands slide down. Fingers hook under the waistband. I peel the panties off slow, dragging them down my thighs, past my knees, then kick them off somewhere in the sheets. The second they’re gone the smell hits me harder. Warm. Sweet. A little musky. Me. Mixed with the leftover lotion.
I bring the crumpled panties up under the covers and press them to my face. Breathe in deep. The wet spot is right against my nose.
“Unnnh… smelly…”
I keep them there a second longer, then let them fall somewhere by my hip. My other hand drifts down between my legs. Just resting at first. The neat little strip of hair is already damp. Below it everything is bare and slick.
I spread my thighs a little under the covers. Fingers slip lower. One soft pad finds the top of my slit and just holds there. Wet. Hot. I press gently and feel how swollen I already am.
“Mmmnh… mutt’s all wet…”
I slide one finger down the middle, slow. Through the folds. Everything parts easy. Sticky. The tip of my finger brushes the tight little hole and I feel the thin membrane flutter under the lightest touch. Still there. Still unbroken. I circle it once, barely pressing, and my hips twitch.
“Unnnh… empty…”
I don’t push in. Just tease the rim while my thumb finds my clit. It’s puffy and sensitive. One slow circle. Then another. The wet sound is soft and filthy under the covers. My thighs press together around my hand for a second, then open again.
I bring my fingers up to my face. Smell them. Lick the tips. Sweet and warm. “ahh…”
“Tastes good… mutt tastes good…”
Back down. Two fingers this time, just resting over my entrance, not going in. Thumb rubbing lazy little ovals on my clit. The ache builds slow and mean. I rock my hips in tiny circles, chasing the friction, keeping everything light the way I always do when I’m alone.
“Please… just a little… unnnh…”
I know I’m not supposed to. The rule is still there. But Mommy’s downstairs and the covers are over my head and it feels too good to stop completely. So I stay gentle. Just the lightest play. Circling. Pressing. Smelling myself every few seconds like I can’t help it.
It’s getting messier. I can feel it coating my fingers and the insides of my thighs. Every time I shift the sheets stick a little. My free hand cups one small breast, pinching the nipple soft.
“Mmm… feels nice… mutt’s being so quiet…”
I keep the touch light. Teasing. Never enough to let the edge get too close. Just enough to stay floating in that warm, sticky, horny haze while the rest of the house stays quiet outside the covers.
The door creaks.
I freeze.
My hands are still between my legs under the covers. Fingers sticky. One resting right over my clit, the other circling the soft rim of my hole. The smell is thick under the blanket. My heart jumps so hard I feel it in my throat.
I don’t move them away.
Just go still. Breathing tiny. The covers over my head make everything dark and close. I can hear the soft wet sound of my own slick when I try to breathe quieter.
Then his voice.
Low. Deep. Right there in the doorway.
“Inspection time, mutt.”
Dada.
He’s home.
My whole body locks. The rule flashes through me like a slap — not allowed to touch without permission — and my fingers are still right there, coated, pressed against the exact places I’m not supposed to be playing with. A soft guilty throb pulses through my clit under my own fingertip.
Did he hear the little noises? The ones I couldn’t keep in?
I stay frozen. Naked under the covers. Hands wet. Thighs still open. The panties somewhere lost in the sheets. Lotion and my own smell mixed heavy in the dark.
He steps closer. The floor creaks once. I hear him stop at the side of the bed.
“I can smell you from here,” he says, voice calm and low. “And I heard those soft little sounds. Lift the covers, mutt. Show Dada what you’ve been doing.”
My face burns under the blanket. I used to hide snacks from him under here when we were little. Same blanket. Same dark. Now it’s my wet fingers and the rule I just broke and his voice filling the room.
The covers lift.
Painfully slow.
Cool air hits my bare skin first. Then the light from the hallway spills across me. I stay exactly where I am. Legs still open. Hands still between them. Fingers shiny and sticky. One resting right on my swollen clit. The other pressed soft against the wet rim of my hole.
Dada looks down at me.
I don’t try to hide it.
My cheeks are already burning. The flush runs all the way down my chest. My clit throbs hard under my own fingertip like it wants to give me away even more. The sweet slick smell rises up strong now that the blanket is gone. Mixed with the lotion. Mixed with me.
I swallow.
“I… I was just…”
The words die. Pointless. He can see everything. The wet hands. The shiny folds. The little strip of hair already matted. The way my thighs are trembling.
I leave my fingers exactly where they are.
I think about the homework still open on Pavlov. Saliva. Conditioning. I trained myself to get wet the second I hear his floorboard and now he’s standing here looking at the proof. My face is hot. My fingers won’t move off. Another slip of wetness runs out around my fingertip anyway.
Dada’s voice stays low and calm.
“Caught you, mutt.”
I nod once. Small. Eyes stinging.
“Yes Dada… I touched… even though I’m not allowed…”
My voice comes out soft and cracked. The same tone I use when I’m alone and needy. It just happens.
I stay still under his eyes. Wet handed. Flushed. Open. The punishment is coming and I don’t try to run from it. I just breathe in short little pulls and wait, fingers still coated and resting right where they shouldn’t be, while the sweet smell of my own mess fills the space between us.
He sits on the edge of my bed.
The mattress dips under his weight. I stay where I am for one more second, wet fingers still between my legs, then he pats his thigh once.
“Over my lap, mutt.”
I crawl to him. Slow. Naked. The sticky shine on my hands catches the light from the hallway. My cheeks burn hotter. I drape myself across his thick thighs the way I know he wants. Soft belly pressed to his jeans. Bare ass up. Head hanging toward the floor. My wet little pussy is open and exposed right against the hard muscle of his leg.
He doesn’t rush.
One big hand settles on the small of my back. Steady. Warm. The other rests on the curve of my ass for a second, just feeling how soft it is.
“You know why you’re here.”
I nod against his thigh. Voice tiny.
“Yes Dada… touched without permission… made soft noises…”
The first spank lands.
Not hard. Just firm. A solid smack that makes my whole body jolt. The sting blooms across one cheek. I count it without meaning to. One. Heat floods straight to my clit. Another wet pulse slips out of me and smears against his jeans.
“Unnnh…”
He rubs the spot once with his palm. Slow. Almost gentle. Then the next one comes on the other side. Same steady force. The sound is sharp in the quiet room. My thighs twitch. More slick leaks.
He keeps going.
Left. Right. Left. Right. Never mean. Never trying to really hurt. Just the steady rhythm of discipline. Each smack lands and the sting sinks deeper, turning into a warm throb that makes my empty hole clench around nothing. My clit is trapped against his thigh, getting pressed with every little shift of my hips.
“Ah… Dada… unnnh… it stings…”
“That’s the point, mutt.” His voice stays low and calm. The hand on my back never leaves. “You break the rule, you get the reminder.”
Another smack. Harder this time. The heat in my ass is building fast. I can feel how red it’s getting under his palm. Every time he lands one, my pussy gets wetter. The sticky mess is spreading on his jeans. My fingers dig into the sheets near the floor. Toes curl.
There’s a coin in his front pocket. It keeps pressing my ribs. Quarter, maybe. Or a button he never sewed.
He pauses just long enough to drag two thick fingers through my folds from behind. Collecting the slick. Then he lifts them so I can hear the soft wet sound when he rubs them together.
“Soaked already. Discipline makes my little mutt drip.”
Shame and heat twist together so tight I almost can’t breathe.
He goes back to spanking.
Steady. Measured. The sting turns into a deep ache that lives right next to the empty throb inside me. I start rocking the tiniest bit against his thigh without meaning to, chasing friction on my clit while the next smack lands. He lets me. Just keeps the rhythm going until both cheeks are burning and my whole body is trembling across his lap.
“Good girl for taking it,” he murmurs. One more solid spank, right in the center, catching the soft underside where it stings the most. “Almost done.”
I sob once. The last few land slower, heavier, each one making my empty hole flutter and another warm rush slide down onto him.
When he finally stops, his big hand just rests on my hot, throbbing ass. Rubbing slow circles over the sting. I stay draped over his lap, panting, dripping, cheeks on fire and pussy aching worse than before, waiting for whatever comes next.
He gives my burning ass one last slow rub, then pats the side of my hip.
“Off. On your knees.”
I scramble down careful. Legs shaky. The carpet is rough under my bare skin. I settle on my knees right between his spread thighs, still naked, still dripping, cheeks hot and stinging. My wet hands rest on my own thighs because I don’t know where else to put them yet.
Dada looks down at me. Calm. Waiting.
“Help Dada undress, mutt.”
I swallow. Nod once. Soft.
“Yes Dada…”
My fingers go to his belt first. Clumsy. The metal is cool. I fumble the buckle open, then the button, then the zipper. The sound is loud in the quiet room. Every little movement makes my empty hole clench. I can still feel the leftover throb from the spanking and the way my clit is swollen and neglected.
I hook my fingers in the waistband of his jeans and tug. He lifts his hips just enough to help. I drag them down his thick thighs, past his knees, until they pool around his ankles. His boxers are next. Dark. Already tented heavy in the front. The shape of him makes my mouth go dry.
I glance up once. He just watches. No rush.
I peel the boxers down slow. His cock springs free and my breath catches. God. Thick. Heavier than it looks in his jeans. The head already a little shiny, that fat mushroom dark and wet at the slit. Veins standing out down the shaft, one thick one pulsing along the underside. His balls hang low and full right underneath, the skin there a little darker, warm. I can see them shift when he breathes. The smell hits me right away — warm skin and something deeper, musky, pure Dada. It makes my mouth water like an idiot. “nnnh…”
I finish pulling the boxers all the way off and set them aside neat. Then I just kneel there looking. I can’t not look. It’s so close to my face I can see the way a drop of pre stretches and doesn’t fall. My hands hover like I want to touch but I’m waiting. My own slick is still coating my fingers and dripping down my inner thighs onto the carpet.
He reaches down and strokes my hair once. Rough palm. Gentle.
“Good girl. Now fold everything nice and put it on the chair. Then come back and wait.”
Jeans. Boxers. Belt. I fold them as neat as my shaky hands can manage. The chair already has my shirt on it so the jeans go on top and the belt slides off twice before it stays. When I crawl back between his legs I’m even wetter. The ache between my legs is sharp and empty. My ass still burns. I settle on my knees again, hands on my thighs, eyes on his thick cock, and wait for whatever comes next while the sweet smell of my own mess mixes with his.
He looks down at me, still calm.
“Enough kissing, mutt. Time to get Dada’s cock nice and wet.”
I blink up at him, lips already shiny from the soft kisses.
“Gather some of that slick from your little pussy. Mix it with the pre on my tip. Then smear it all over. Especially the head. Make Daddy’s big mushroom all shiny for you.”
My face burns hotter. I’m about to put my own mess on him. On Dada. The same hands that were just not allowed. I nod anyway.
“Yes Dada…”
I reach between my own legs with one shaky hand. Two fingers slide through my folds easy. Everything is so wet and swollen. I scoop up a thick coating of my own slick, the soft sticky sound loud in the quiet room. Then I bring those fingers up and touch the tip of his cock.
A clear bead of pre is already sitting there. I smear my wetness into it, mixing them together. Warm. Slippery. My own sweet smell and his deeper one blending right on my fingertips.
I start spreading it.
Slow circles over the fat head first. The big mushroom. I coat every ridge and the soft little slit at the top until it glistens. Then down the thick shaft, both hands now, stroking the mixed slick all over him. Veins get shiny. The heavy weight of him throbs under my palms.
“Unnnh… mixing… making it all wet…”
I keep going. More of my slick gathered when it starts to dry. More pre that keeps beading up. Smearing. Stroking. Until his whole cock is glossy and filthy with both of us. The head especially, darker now, swollen, dripping the combined wetness down the underside.
I stay on my knees looking up at it, hands still lightly holding the thick shaft, dizzy from the smell and the heat and the way my empty hole keeps clenching around nothing while I wait for what comes next.
He watches me finish smearing the last of the mixed slick over the fat head.
Then he nods once, low and pleased.
“Good girl. That’s enough.”
He swings his legs up onto the bed and lies back against my pillows. Thick body stretched out. His shiny cock rests heavy against his stomach, still glistening with both of us. He pats his own thighs once.
“Climb on, mutt. Straddle Dada. Glide that wet little virgin pussy over me. Nice and slow.”
I crawl up careful. Knees shaky on the mattress. The leftover sting on my ass flares every time I move. I swing one leg over him and settle, hovering for a second. Then I lower down.
My bare folds part around the thick shaft. Hot. Slippery. The second my wetness touches him. “nnnh…”
I start gliding.
Slow. Forward and back. My swollen clit drags along the underside of his cock. The fat head bumps my soft belly on every pass. Everything is so slick from the mix we made that I slide easy. My empty hole clenches over and over, kissing the hot skin without ever taking him in. The thin membrane feels every little drag.
His big hands settle on my still sore ass.
He squeezes.
Hard enough to make the spanking sting bloom fresh. I rock forward harder without meaning to. Another rush spills out and coats him more.
“Still sore, isn’t it,” he murmurs. Thumbs dig into the hot cheeks, spreading me a little so the cool air hits my dripping folds. “That’s the reminder. Keep gliding. Don’t you dare try to put it in.”
I nod, eyes half closed, hips working in soft desperate rolls.
“Yes Dada… just sliding… unnnh… feels so big…”
Every pass makes my clit throb. The thick vein under him rubs right against it. My breasts bounce a little with the movement. I can feel how open and messy I am, the shiny trail of my slick leaving streaks all over his cock and lower belly. The sour ache in my ass mixes with the empty ache inside until I’m making soft high sounds while I keep gliding and he keeps squeezing those stinging cheeks to remind me exactly why I’m here.
The door opens again.
I freeze mid glide, wet folds still spread over Dada’s thick shiny cock. My head snaps toward the doorway.
Mommy.
Her robe is open. Completely. Soft heavy breasts and the dark thatch between her legs fully bare underneath. She stands there staring like she just walked in on something she can’t believe.
“What is this?”
Her voice is sharp. Almost angry. But her eyes are already dark and interested.
I stay straddling Dada, trembling. My sore ass still in his big hands. Another soft guilty pulse slips out of me and coats him more.
“Mommy… I—”
She steps closer, robe whispering around her. Looks down at where my little virgin pussy is gliding over his thick shaft. At the shiny mess of mixed slick. At the way my swollen clit keeps catching on him.
“Grinding your wet little cunt all over Dada’s cock like a needy mutt,” she says, voice low and mean now. “After you already got spanked for touching yourself. Look at you. Soaking him. Leaving a sticky trail all over Daddy’s dick.”
I hear her voice from dinner in my head, the one she uses when she tells people I’m a good girl. Then I look down at the shiny trail I’m leaving on him. My eyes sting. My hips twitch forward anyway.
Mommy climbs onto the bed beside us. Lies down on her side, facing me. One hand slides straight between her own legs. I hear the wet sound as two fingers push into her. She starts fucking herself slow while she watches me.
“Keep going,” she murmurs, eyes locked on my pussy sliding up and down Dada’s length. “Don’t stop grinding just because Mommy’s here. Show me how desperate that empty little hole is. Rub that fat clit all over him. Make a bigger mess.”
I can’t stop. Soft rolls of my hips. My folds part wider around the thick shaft. The head bumps my belly again and again. Dada’s hands squeeze my stinging ass harder, reminding me. Mommy’s fingers work wet and steady in her own pussy right next to us. The room fills with the soft slick sounds of both of us.
“That’s it,” she breathes, voice turning thicker. “Listen to how wet you are. Poor little virgin mutt. Not even allowed to put it in and still making such a filthy mess on Daddy’s cock. Keep going. Mommy wants to watch you struggle.”
I keep gliding, still open, still dripping, while she fingers herself and eggs me on and the ache inside me gets sharper with every pass.
Her robe sleeve is inside out. I notice that while I’m trying not to cum. The cuff is wrong. I almost say it.
Mommy’s wet fingers suddenly push past my lips.
I open for them without thinking. Two thick digits, slick with her own juices, slide over my tongue. The taste is stronger than mine. Musky and warm. I suck them clean the way she wants while my hips keep gliding over Dada’s thick cock.
“That’s it,” she murmurs. “Lick Mommy clean. Taste how wet watching you makes me.”
Tongue working between her fingers until they’re shiny and spit slick instead. She pulls them free with a soft wet pop and immediately pinches both my nipples hard between her thumbs and fingers. Twists. The sharp sting shoots straight down to my clit. I grind harder without meaning to, my swollen folds dragging faster along Dada’s shaft.
She lightly slaps my cheek. Once. Then the other side. Not hard. Just enough to make heat bloom across my face.
“Look at you. Little mutt grinding her virgin cunt all over Daddy’s cock like a whore. Soaking him. Leaving sticky trails everywhere. You were supposed to be punished and instead you’re getting yourself off.”
Another slap, softer, right across my open mouth. Then her wet fingers push back in so I can suck them again. My hips roll desperate now. The thick vein under Dada’s cock catches my clit perfectly on every pass. My empty hole clenches and flutters. The edge is climbing fast and mean.
Mommy squeezes my nipples harder. Twists until they ache. Pulls. The pain and the pleasure twist together until I’m shaking.
“Harder,” she orders, voice low and filthy. “Grind that messy little pussy harder on Dada. Make those wet sounds louder. Show us how close you are.”
Faster rolls. Shorter. Needier. My sore ass still in Dada’s big hands, every squeeze of his palms making the leftover spanking sting flare. Mommy’s fingers leave my mouth only long enough to slap my cheek again and then shove back in, making me taste her while she talks.
“Gonna cum just from rubbing on Daddy’s dick, aren’t you mutt? Poor empty virgin hole. Not even allowed to take it and still about to soak him.”
The words and the pinching and the taste of her and the thick hot cock sliding under my clit push me right to the edge. My thighs start trembling. “unh… unh…”
I’m so close it hurts. Vision starting to blur. Every glide makes the ache sharper and sweeter until I can barely hold it back.
I keep grinding, open and dripping and shaking between them, while Mommy’s dirty mouth and hard fingers and the solid heat of Dada under me drag me closer and closer to breaking.
Dada’s hands clamp hard around my waist.
He lifts me straight off him just as the edge starts to crack open.
The sudden empty air on my soaked folds makes me cry out.
“No… Dada please… I was so close… please…”
He sets me down on the mattress beside them like I weigh nothing. My thighs are shaking. Slick is dripping down them in thick shiny trails. My clit throbs so hard it hurts.
“Punishment isn’t finished, mutt.” His voice is low and final. “You don’t get to cum. Not yet.”
I scramble onto my knees, hands reaching for him.
“Please Dada… please I need it… it aches so bad… I’ll be good… please let me finish…”
He ignores every word. Just turns to Mommy. She is already on her hands and knees, robe tossed aside, ass up, looking back at him with a dark smile. He moves behind her in one smooth motion. The fat shiny head of his cock, still coated in my slick and his pre, presses against her entrance. One hard thrust and he sinks all the way in. The wet sound is filthy and deep.
Mommy moans low and satisfied.
“Fuck… yes…”
I stay where he put me. Legs forced open toward them so they can see everything. My virgin pussy is flushed dark pink, folds swollen and shiny, the little hole fluttering and dripping onto the sheets. My clit is so puffy it sticks out. Every pulse makes another warm trickle slide down.
“Please…” My voice cracks. “Dada… Mommy… it hurts… I’m so wet… look how close I still am… please I need to cum… please…”
Dada starts fucking her properly. Hard. Deep. The wet slap of his hips against her ass fills the room. Mommy pushes back to meet every thrust, heavy breasts swinging. She looks over at me while he pounds her.
“Watch, mutt. Watch how Mommy takes the cock you only got to rub on. Look how deep he goes. Listen to that sound. That’s what a real pussy sounds like when it’s full.”
My hands hover near my own dripping folds but I don’t dare touch. Legs stay spread wide so they can see the mess. More slick leaks out of me every time Dada bottoms out in her.
“Please… I’ll do anything… just let me touch… or let me put it in… please Dada I’m so empty… it throbs…”
He reaches over without slowing his thrusts and lightly slaps the inside of my open thigh.
“Keep those legs open. Show us that desperate little virgin hole. Let us see how it clenches every time Mommy moans.”
Thighs trembling wider. Everything on display. The sweet smell of my own need mixes with the heavier scent of them fucking. Mommy’s fingers dig into the sheets. Dada’s thick cock pistons in and out of her, shiny with both of us. Every wet slap makes my empty hole flutter harder.
The sheet has a hole near the corner, from when I picked at a loose thread last month. My knee keeps finding it.
“Unnnh… please… I’m so close still… it won’t go away… please let mutt cum… please…”
Mommy laughs breathlessly between moans, pushing back harder onto him.
“Listen to her beg. Poor needy mutt. Sitting there dripping while Daddy fucks Mommy’s brains out. Keep watching. Keep showing us that pretty wet cunt. Maybe if you’re good we’ll decide if you get to finish later.”
I stay open and shaking and begging while they fuck right in front of me, the ache inside me sharp and unfinished and endless.
Dada’s hand fists in Mommy’s hair and yanks her head back.
He starts fucking her harder. Deeper. The wet slap of his hips against her ass gets louder and meaner. Every thrust makes her heavy breasts swing. He brings his free hand down hard on her cheek, spanking her in time with the strokes.
“That’s it. Take it. Cum on Daddy’s cock. Squeeze that greedy cunt around me. Let the mutt watch you break.”
Mommy’s moans turn sharp and high. Her arms shake. She pushes back to meet every brutal thrust, the wet sounds filthy and continuous.
“Fuck… yes… right there… don’t stop…”
It snaps for her all at once.
Her whole body seizes. She writhes hard under him, ass pushing back, thighs trembling violently. The orgasm hits in long uncontrollable waves. She shudders and keeps shuddering, loud broken cries spilling out of her while her pussy clamps down around him. I can see the way her hole flutters and squeezes, shiny slick forced out around his thick shaft with every pulse.
She’s so loud. Raw. Almost sobbing through it.
Dada is right there with her. His thrusts turn short and savage. Deep grunts and low growls roll out of his chest. His free hand keeps spanking her ass while the one in her hair holds her arched and open for him.
“Fuck… take it… every drop…”
He locks eyes with me over her shaking body.
“Get ready, mutt. Bring that pretty face closer. Mouth open. Wide.”
I scramble forward on my knees, heart slamming. Legs still spread so they can see how wet and swollen I am. My empty hole clenches hard just from the sound of them finishing. I lean in close, mouth open like he told me.
“Rub that little nub, mutt,” Dada growls. “Make yourself cum right now. Don’t you dare stop.”
My shaky fingers fly between my legs. Two fingers find my swollen clit and start rubbing hard and fast. The second I touch it the edge that never left surges back vicious. “ahh ahh…”
“Unnnh… yes Dada… rubbing… gonna cum…”
He pulls out of Mommy with a wet sound. Her hole stays open and dripping for a second before she collapses forward, still shuddering. He fists my hair tight and yanks my face right where he wants it. Mouth forced open. Tongue out. He holds me still like that, thick cock aimed straight at me, shiny with Mommy’s cum and my earlier mess.
“Stay open. Take it all.”
He strokes once, twice, then he unloads.
Hot thick ropes hit my tongue first. Then my cheeks. My nose. My open lips. More and more, heavy pulses that keep coming while he growls low and deep above me. The taste is salty and strong and pure Dada. Some slides down my chin. Some lands on my breasts. I keep rubbing my clit the whole time, frantic little circles, eyes watering from how full my mouth is getting.
It hits me harder than anything.
My orgasm rips through me so much more intense than Mommy’s. My whole body seizes. Vision whites out. A long broken sob tears out around the cum still pumping onto my tongue. My empty virgin hole clenches and flutters violently, pushing out clear squirts that wet the sheets between my spread knees. Toes curl so hard they cramp. Thighs shake uncontrollably. Wave after wave crashes, each one stronger than the last, until I’m sobbing and shaking and still rubbing because he told me not to stop.
More cum lands on my face while I’m breaking. I swallow what I can, the rest painting me messy. My clit pulses under my fingers so hard it almost hurts. Another hard squirt forces out of me. Then another. High broken cries keep coming while the orgasm keeps rolling and rolling and refuses to end.
Dada holds my hair the whole time, keeping my face tilted up and open so every last drop lands where he wants it. I stay there trembling and painted and still cumming harder than I ever have, empty hole spasming around nothing, while the taste of him fills my mouth and the aftershocks keep making me drip.
Dada’s hand leaves my hair.
He gives my cum smeared cheek a light slap. Just enough to sting and make me blink.
“Go share it with Mommy. Let her clean the mutt up.”
I crawl to her on shaky knees. Face still painted. Mouth still full of the thick taste of him. Some of it sliding down my chin and dripping onto my breasts. My thighs are shiny from the squirts that kept coming out of me. The empty ache is still pulsing, softer now but not gone.
Mommy is lying on her side, looking wrecked and satisfied. She opens her arms when she sees me coming.
“Come here, mutt.”
I climb over her and lower my face to hers. “mmmnh…”
I press my messy lips to her mouth. She opens for me right away. Her tongue slides in and starts cleaning. Slow. Thorough. Licking the thick ropes from my cheeks, my chin, the corners of my lips. I feed her what I still have on my tongue, letting her suck it off me while soft wet sounds fill the quiet room.
She hums against my mouth, pleased.
“That’s it. Give Mommy every drop. Good messy little mutt.”
Her hands cup my face while she works. Tongue dragging over my skin, gathering everything Dada left on me. I stay still and open for her, eyes half closed. “mmmnh…”
The leftover pulses in my empty hole flutter again just from the way she’s cleaning me so carefully.
When my face is mostly clean she pulls me down against her soft bare chest and keeps kissing the last little streaks away, slow and gentle, while I tremble in her arms and wait for whatever they decide comes next.
They pull me between them.
Mommy on one side, Dada on the other. The sheets are already warm and messy from everything. I settle into the soft space they make for me, still sticky, still open, still trembling a little from how hard I came.
Mommy guides my head down. I nuzzle straight into her breast the way I always do when I need to feel safe. Soft warm skin. The nipple brushes my lips and I latch on gentle without thinking, just resting there, suckling slow and quiet. Her arm curls around my back. Fingers stroke my hair.
Behind me Dada presses close. His thick cock is still slick, coated in Mommy’s cum and the leftover mess of both of us. He tucks it right against the cleft of my sore ass, the fat head resting low, the shaft nestled between my cheeks. One heavy arm drapes over my waist. His palm settles on my soft belly and stays there.
“Unnnh…”
Nobody answers. Just the slow rise and fall of their breathing. The leftover heat in my ass from the spanking. The gentle throb still living between my legs. The taste of Dada on my tongue mixing with the warm comfort of Mommy’s skin.
The hallway light is still on. It makes a stripe on the carpet by the door. I watch it until I can’t.
I stay right there. Nuzzling. Softly suckling. Ass pressed into the slick heat of him. Safe and claimed and completely used up between the two of them.
My eyes drift closed.
The last thing I feel is Mommy’s fingers still stroking my hair and Dada’s cock twitching once against me as sleep finally takes us all.
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