Page 3 of Soldier Daddy’s Naughty Little

I ran my index finger through her ass crack, only stopping at the entrance of the slightly furry kitty, eliciting a sharp breath from her. My hand came down on her delicious ass with a thud, jiggling her butt cheeks.

“Daddy, please…” she moaned, biting her lower lip as she turned to look at me. That was all the encouragement I needed. Her back was perfectly arched, her panties gone, her body willing– nothing was holding me back.

I rammed the entire length of my cock into her tight, wet crevice, our groans syncing as our bodies fused. Her warm, moist walls hugged my dick, stretching to accommodate my girth. The pleasure of just entering this goddess was enough to blow my brains out until she started bucking against me, heightening the stimulation I felt from my loins to every inch of my being.

My head lolled backwards, as I reveled in the intense sensations that were bent on steadily driving me up the slope.

My eyes caught sight of red moving in the living room, headed towards the kitchen. My eyes flew open as the figure advanced towards the kitchen. Vanessa was still gyrating her hips against the base of my still rock hard dick, oblivious to the intruder. I did not want to scare her so I clutched the knife and waited for the person to try to enter the kitchen, my cock still sliding in and out of my lady with so much gusto.

CHAPTER THREE

Vanessa

I absolutely loved the way Daddy's cock filled me right up. His smooth, deft strokes were clearly getting me woozy and even I could not make sense of what I was saying anymore. I saw him still holding the knife and I was a bit confused. Shouldn’t he have dropped it by now?

It was then I saw a person in the living room. It was unnerving but I wasn’t exactly scared. Daddy was with me anyway. He’s sure to protect me. I kept milking his dick with my pussy, not willing to let go of all the pleasure that I was getting at that moment.

The person finally meandered into the doorway. It turned out to be Cheryl. She looked really shocked to see us in that position.

“Oh, sorry. I, um, sorry. I left my purse and came back for it. Sorry for interrupting,” she stuttered and somewhat reluctantly turned to leave.

Images of nights spent pleasuring each other crossed my mind and I wondered what it would feel like to have them both at the same time.

“No, you don’t have to go…you could join us,” I invited, earning myself shocked “Huhs” from both Daddy and Cheryl.

“Daddy, please, can she stay with us… I mean, join us…”

Oscar totally looked skeptical about letting it morph into a threesome with his Little's best friend. If I was him, I’d be skeptical too.

“Princess, are you really sure about this? You want her to join in?”

Cheryl and I had explored each other’s bodies on particularly cold nights but we have never talked about it afterward. She seemed even more surprised that I could suggest something like that.

I wasn’t very keen on sharing but the thrill of having Cheryl join in was a bit too much to pass. Plus, it was the perfect opportunity to displace the thoughts of jealousy that found their way into my head earlier.

I crawled forward, away from Daddy's dick, sad to hear it pop out of me as I reached for the buttons on Cheryl’s red silk shirt. With a speed that surprised even me, I undid the shiny buttons to reveal a tanned torso.

Her round breasts were tucked into a white lacy bra and her dark nipples could be straining against the flimsy material. Deftly undoing the clasp in front, her heavy breasts swung free and I immediately took a nipple into my mouth, avoiding making eye contact with Oscar.

I was lost in teasing and licking Cheryl, my nose full of her smell coffee tinged with the scent of arousal when I felt warm flesh rub against my back.

Daddy leaned into my ears and spoke, loud enough for Cheryl to hear, “I bet there’s plenty of room on your bed for us to play, Princess.”

With that, he lifted Cheryl and made for my room. “If you want your doll back, come get her,” he called to me, his steps receding very quickly.

Oscar

I could not wrap my head around what Vanessa was playing at, or what her goal exactly was, putting me in this weird-ass situation. Why is she desperately trying to act like she’s not jealous? I believed her earlier when she said she wasn't. She even protested it vehemently then, only to turn right around and fucking ask her to join us like it was some goddamn orgy party.

Cheryl’s bare body was not half bad, to say the least, and I particularly loved the queer, round birthmark that was just above her belly button. Some nature gift kinda shit, cause it actually was quite pretty to look at.

Seeing Vanessa get all up in her friend’s tits were giving me wild ideas and my instincts told me that it wasn’t something she was attempting for the first time. I smirked to myself.

There was only one way of verifying my wild theory– I actually do what she asked and see her reaction from there. She would most likely grimace or run off when she sees me pleasuring the dying nightlights out of her best friend.

Yes, dying nightlights, because I totally was going to smash them both till they both pass out. That was the plan, and man did I execute it perfectly!

CHAPTER FOUR