Part 3: Sweet before Spicy

NSFW: the story continues

Content: Daddy/girl, Mommy/girl, Daddy/Mommy, discipline role play. All characters are consenting adults

This is PART 3 of Sweet before Spicy.

Read Part 1 here

Read Part 2 here

Part 3…

I’m so torn. What I want to do is straddle the Daddy’s face and press my eager cunt against their lips and tongue. I want to take their breath away – literally – as I move carelessly over their mouth and nose, working my clit into a frenzy; my knees pinning the Daddy’s arms to their sides so all they can do is surrender to my hunger.

But.

I hear myself release a small involuntary sigh that lands in the space between us.

But that would require a dental dam and a discussion, and I don’t want to break the tension I’ve created between us.

It’s palpable. The Daddy is lying on the sofa but I can see their muscles are flexed as they eye my half-naked form. I’m standing over them and I don’t want to give up this advantage. Not yet. Not now. Not until I’ve shown them what it means to be a Mommy.

So, instead, I say, “You can watch me.”

I slide my palms over my breasts, cupping them before giving each nipple a sharp pinch. I widen my stance and drag one fingertip between my slick pussy lips. Then I suck that finger into my mouth, murmuring my pleasure as I taste the sweet spice of my desire.

The Daddy groans and I watch as their hand works a path under their slackened belt and disappears into their jeans.

“You can touch yourself,” I tell them, “but you have to wait for me.”

My fingers return to my clit and I stroke myself slowly. It will be a long wait. I can’t come standing up but I can do a lot of things that feel good to me. Like rocking my hips as if dancing to a silent soundtrack. And slipping my fingers inside me to draw out more and more heat.

I’m going slow but the Daddy is already jerking off at a quickened pace.

“Wait,” I remind them.

I know that they’re not used to being told what to do and this time is no exception. Their hand keeps to its rhythm and their face shows they’re close.

“Don’t tell me you can’t control yourself?” I admonish. Of course, I know exactly what game I’m playing here. The Daddy is always in control. That’s the whole point. But my double bluff works and their hand stills for a moment.

They know this game too. “Touché,” they say and chuckle a little. Then, “I tell you what, how about we take this to the bedroom. Let’s see if the girl has had enough of a power nap to join in. I think we could have a lot of fun with her – together.”

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