Arthur Croft

     Pandering on into the master bedroom with only an oversized shirt on, there’s a cheeky grin on Melody’s face, pushing up the apples of her cheeks in a way that somehow manages to make her look even more childlike. Wordlessly, she climbs into bed with Arthur, tugging the thin sheet away to place herself between his legs. As they get settled for the night, she knows it’ll be a while before either one even sleeps —- not until she’s attended to his cock properly. Another sweet grin is thrown at him as she pulls his cock from his boxers and ducks down to mouth along the thick shaft, slicking him up.

Arthur was already laying in bed, propped up against the pillows and reading his book when he heard the padding of bare feet against the wooden floor in the hallway. He knew it was Melody, seemingly not wanting to sleep in the bedroom he had just for her, and as she climbed onto the bed to nestle herself  between his legs he said nothing to her. He glanced down to smile at her as he felt her pulling his cock from his underwear, so he put the book to the side and just watched her starting to play. “Are you in a mood, little one?”

Arthur is looking for his wife, Rachel, played by Christina Hendricks.

There was no way she was prepped enough to take Arthur’s cock even after being plugged all day and playing without permission. This wasn’t the first time she’d been punished like this, though, and she’s quivering with the idea of what’s to come. She jolts as his hand comes in contact with her slick heat, grip tightening on her cheeks. Lips parted wide, she can’t help the whine that bubbles from her throat as he stretches her out. Instinctively, she’s pulling forward, away from him, despite how desperate she is for the stretch. 

She’s nearly quaking with anticipation, arousal dripping down her thighs as she presses them together. The smack to her cheek is rough enough to force her to turn her head, a shaky breath falling past her lips. Though she had been pushing her luck, she’s quick to fall in line, shuffling pathetically onto all fours, chest pressed against the mattress, hips high up in the air. She doesn’t peek back at him, face nuzzled on the sheets as she holds her cheeks apart with both hands. “I’m sorry, Daddy… for disobeying.”

She continues to pump her fingers, teeth digging into her lower lip as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her. It’ll only be a few more moments before that pleasure is taken away, though, so she enjoys it while it lasts. His strict tone of voice is enough to pull a small whimper from her, heart thumping much faster than it had been a moment again. Pulled up to face him now, chocolate hues grow wide, lips parted as she takes in the anger radiating from him. “No, you didn’t, Daddy.” Her voice is soft, small as she is. This was the exact treatment she wanted, and she’s aching to see what he would do to punish her. “Lock me up and throw away the key, then…Do it.” She’s tempting him, eyes narrowing.

     Usually, her days were spent edging while plugged, eagerly waiting for her Daddy to get back to play with her however he pleased. Today was a little different —- she couldn’t keep her hands away. Rested on all fours in bed, she’s already buried two fingers into her ass, breathing uneven as she fucks herself slowly, enjoying the dull ache from the stretch. It sends waves of pleasure to her cunt, leaves her dripping down her thighs. “Daddy, c’mere!” She calls out, holding back a particularly loud whine as she pushes her thumb into her pussy. The door is wide open already, leaving him with a perfectly exposed sight.