Daddy, Mean Friend, and I all happened to be staying in the same hotel for a business trip. All day at work, MF and I texted about the possibilities of the evening, and I passed on the ideas to Daddy. We were aching for it all day until we made it to the hotel.
Daddy and MF had a scheduled dinner together, only a few tables away from each other. I paced the hotel room upstairs, wondering if they had met yet, if they’ve spoken, if they’ve planned anything without me.
I came down for dinner in a floor-length dress and black blazer, trying to look professional to blend in with the crowd. Little did they know my intentions for being there. I got a drink at the bar and sat down at the table behind MF, casually sipping, waiting for him to finish his conversation.
Daddy and I chatted over drinks before MF spotted us and came over. They introduced themselves like professionals, both aware of where the night would lead us. We talked business. Strictly business. Until the bosses left.
Daddy eventually went upstairs for a shower while I continued to enjoy the open bar and entertainment of the night (white middle-aged professionals on the dance floor, of course). I crossed my legs and continued talking to MF as composed as I could. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I told him to follow me up to the room.
In the elevator, we waited for a guest to get off on the lower floor before making eye contact. He lunged at me and grabbed my cunt hard., I pushed Him off, saying there were probably cameras. He growled in my ear.
“Well, someone will get a show, then.”
Back in the room, Daddy rushed through a shower and came out in a towel to me on the bed, with MF’s hands trailing up my side, tickling me. I giggled and squirmed, and Daddy liked it. He joined in, teasing me, until things took a turn. Playful tickles turn into face slapping. I was breathing heavily against MF, who had a fistful of my hair one hand and the other at my throat. I dropped hard.
I didn’t even deny it. I wanted them both. He shoved me back against the headboard. Daddy took my hand and placed it on His cock while MF did the same. I dropped so hard with both of their cocks in my hands. I grasped at them desperately, falling deeper into subspace.
They traded little stories or tricks about what got me hot. It was embarrassing and aggressive, and I was soaking wet. One slapped my tit. The other, my face. Harder, harder. Hands went for my cunt, but I kicked and squirmed. I closed my eyes tightly.
“Let’s play a game. Who’s hand is this? Who slapped you this time?”
It hurt so badly but it wasn’t until they started degrading me did I begin to cry. I lied back, letting the pain and the pleasure in their pants wash over me. I let it go, sobbing pathetically–begging for more.
“Look at this…real tears.”
That’s all He needed to pull me to the edge of the bed and shove His cock down my throat. Daddy pushed up against me, pulling my legs up and shoving Himself inside my cunt. I cried out, but they enjoyed it. They both fucked hard, pounding into me at both ends. I cried and lost myself in the moment until MF stopped me.
I lifted my head, still in a daze. Blood fell down my lip. I managed to get up and stumble to the bathroom to clean myself up. My nose dripped blood onto the sink. I looked up into the mirror and saw disheveled hair, running mascara, and tired, red eyes staring back at me. I looked disgusting. I felt so good.
I had a moment to sip some water and reground myself, but not long enough to forget my place. I hadn’t fully recovered when MF pulled me back onto the bed, this time kneeling on it in front of me while I faced Him and sucked His cock. Daddy spread my legs and fucked me over the edge of the bed.
I did. I pleaded and as much as I hated it all, I wanted Him so badly. He teased me, making me stick on my tongue and reach for His cock. I called Him “Sir” (something I have not called Him for some time) and begged for His cum. He jerked Himself just out of my reach, making me moan and cry so loudly. Finally, He gripped my head, positioned Himself, and came all over my face while Daddy pushed in hard and I screamed out loud.
I heard the noise of my phone ending a video recording and looked up to see Daddy, smiling with my phone in hand as cum dripped down my nose. He had captured the end of it all. I couldn’t believe what I had gotten myself into.
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