Cuckquean For Them

I’m curled up on my recliner in the living room, only 15 feet away from our bedroom door, I can hear my daddy pounding the living shit out of his other girl.

It’s nearly 2 o’clock in the morning. Only hours before they have to wake up again.

I am a soaking wet mess as I sit here alone.

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I’m grounded by a look he shot at me as I stand next to his bed and tell him and his other girl good night.

I’ve already set my blankets out by my recliner.

He’s been gone for the last two days fishing. He is sun beaten and tired.

At 2:30 in the morning he pulled into the driveway. I had heated his dinner, set it out for him, prepared his shower and then greeted him hello.

He ate, I removed his boots and put his slippers on him, he took a shower and ordered his other girl to the bedroom.

I have now retreated to my recliner, curled up by myself, with my pillow and my blanket.

The coffee pot is preset for them in the morning.

When they wake my Daddy will tell me to go crawl into his bed.

There I will happily tuck deep inside the still warm bedding and inhale the smell of both of them.

Since the beginning of the year my daddy has been seeing a young lady.

She’s beautiful. more than half his age at 25. Her skin is so soft. Her eyes bright. Her body has perfect curves.

And My Daddy had told me repeatedly that her pussy taste delicious.

A couple times a month he’s been going to her apartment and she’s been submitting to him. A few other times she’s come over to our home while I’m out at work. I clean the house, change the bedding, I have set dinner plates out for them and a wine glass out for her. I want his time with her to be fun.

My Daddy seems to enjoy her, a lot. He speaks about her intoxicating giggle and the moans he induces from her perfect mouth while he is deep inside her.

Each time he has had the pleasure of fucking her he brings his cock home for me to lick and lap clean.

Continuously he has told me I would enjoy her company.

A couple months ago she came over and I served us all a meal and we got acquitted. It was sweet. Daddy was there directing conversation, I cooked a delicious dinner and she was an delightful dinner guest and conversationalist.

Recently we met a group of friends for dinner on a Tuesday night and at the end of the dinner I asked my Daddy if he wanted to invite her over for dessert. I went as far as to encourage him to ask if she wanted to stay all night long. I doubted she would agree to either.

Privately he asked her and she agreed. My Daddy sent me home to ready the house for her arrival. An hour later she walked through the door without knocking.

We chitchated, Giggled and laughed. That light conversation turned to the pulley and rope attached to the ceiling. Before I knew it she was naked and my daddy was letting me play sideline sadist.

He attached clamps to her bare nipples and hoisted her to her tippy toes. He told her to extend her arms out and for good measure I added an orange to each hand. Together we admired her body and spoke out loud of all the dirty things that we could do to her. It was obvious she was eager to please.

I was sent upstairs to lay out toys and tools so my Daddy could play with her. When the room was set up I showed her position 6 and left her on the bed for him to come in and find on all fours with her ass postured in the air.

I wanted to see what they were doing. I want to so badly to be invited to watch.

Fast forward to last time she came over to visit. This time we engaged and chitchat and again I was told to go prepare the room. I laid out in arsenal of items to be used for sensory deprivation scene....

Tonight the rope ate my right shin for lunch, but I didn't care. 

The diaphragm wraps reveled the reminder to focus. Tying without them isn't my favorite. 

His boot sole pinching the top of my foot, pressing it in to the ground. "you don't lift your leg, I do.”.... Only reminded needed. 

I let go. I don't... I don't... I don't... reminder heard. 

Tight, the chest harness was tight, sturdy. Sturdy rope for hard tying. 

Exposed. Gapping. Eyes closed. They can't see me if I can't see them. 

His hand taking my breath away. 

I hate it here, in front of others. I hate the crowd, the people. 

I can smell him, hear him. The taste of his boot cap sinks into the back of my throat. 

I love how sweet my Daddy is as he courts pretty new women.

It always excites me to be in service to my Daddy's other girl.

Helping create time, being allowed to help plan dates. State fairs and fireweed picnics. Shopping for pearls and perfume. Helping my Daddy love her. Serving her home, rubbing her back. Kissing her feet and pouring her wine.