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My Favorite Feline - 3
by Thomas & Katheryn Ente (kittyluvsdaddy@yahoo.com)
***
A young girl is sent to YET ANOTHER foster home. But
instead of being treated poorly, she is welcomed with
love. Over time, she blossoms. But a tragedy rips the
family apart. Years later, she is reunited with the man
she called "Daddy", and the relationship takes a new
turn. (MF, bi, exh, orgy, bd, rom)
***
Author's Notes: The first three portions of this story
had appeared on a website called "Daddy-J's Den of
Discipline" which is now closed. Each portion consisted
of three "chapters". The final portion was never
posted. Part 1 & 2 are currently listed in Directory
40. This is the third installment. Should Kristen and
her editorial staff like it, perhaps they will post it,
as well as Part 4/Final.
***
Foreword:
Well now! We have gotten LOTS of e-mails complimenting
our story. We're glad you are enjoying it. Anyway, I
will start here by answering a few of the more frequent
questions that came to us by e-mail, and then continue
with a section we call; "Things didn't work out as
planned."
Q: How old are you people?
A: I am 45, and Kitty will be 31 in March.
Q: Why didn’t you ever have kids before fostering
Kitty?
A: Marie (my first wife) and I tried for several years
to have a child. But, I am one of those fellows with a
VERY low sperm count. No idea why, it just worked out
that way.
Q: What grade did Kitty and Angelina get on the art
project?
A: They received a grade of B+. The wax casting was
featured in a show of student works on the campus of
the college. Sadly, it was ruined a few summers back
when a hurricane came through the area and we lost
power for almost a week. The summer heat caused it to
melt.
Q: Were you the "Daddy" in the old "Daddy-J" website?
A: Nope. Totally different person.
Q: When did you start writing things down about you and
Kitty?
A: Actually, I started writing my thoughts about her
and us shortly after I picked her up in Jacksonville.
Not all the notes are of wild and crazy sex (although
some might think that). I re-read my earlier entries
and shudder at the writing style. I guess it has taken
me some time to become a decent story-teller. Kitty has
been working on her writing skills, so you will see
more of her writing in a moment. We are only letting
you folks see certain entries that we have chosen after
much deliberation.
A: Can we see any of the pictures you take of Kitty
(and Jacqi)?
Q: No.
On with our story...
My Favorite Feline:
Thomas & Katheryn Ente
Chapter 7
The late autumn storm was sending sheets of water down
from the sky. Not exactly the time to be out running
errands, but I had no real choice. After taking care of
my assorted business, I decided to stop at a
convenience store to grab a cup of coffee. The cold and
damp had seeped into my body, and honestly, I needed
the caffeine.
The sun was down and the storm made it all the darker,
as I pulled into the parking lot. I could see the
lights from the store reflected in the puddles that
covered the asphalt. I hopped out, went inside, and
made my purchase.
As I exited the store, that is when I first noticed
her. She was standing in the shadows, just at the edge
of the building. She was wearing old jeans, a hooded
sweat-shirt, and was soaked. In fact, I think the term
"drenched to the skin" would better describe her. As I
paused to open the car door, I heard a voice...
"Hey, mister? I was wondering if you had a dollar? I’m
sort of in a jam." It was the girl.
"A jam?" I asked. By the looks of her, she was probably
one of the many runaway kids that ended up in Virginia
Beach, trying to scratch out an existence on the
street.
"Yeah," the girl answered. "Just a dollar, please? I
could use something hot."
I had seen it too many times. A lost waif, who had
learned the hard way that life had a way of kicking you
in the teeth when you could least afford it to. And
honestly, I’m a sucker. I pulled out a $10.00 bill from
my wallet and handed it to her. I noticed that her eyes
locked on my open wallet for a moment and she studied
the cash inside it.
"Go get something to eat. And for your information,
there’s a shelter a few blocks from here run by a
church. They can give you a bed for the night." By now,
I was starting to get wet also from the steady rain.
"A shelter? Where?" She looked up at me with hope in
her eyes.
"Up a few blocks on 4th Ave. It’s next to the
Presbyterian Church."
She paused a moment, then looked me dead in the eye.
"If I get a quick cup of tea, can you drop me off
there?"
I paused a moment. Would it be a risk to let a stranger
into my car? Suppose she had a gun and the "drowned
rat" routine was a ruse? I decided to risk it, and
nodded. She went inside, got her drink, and after
pocketing the change from the money I gave her, came
outside. By then, I was already back in my car, with
the motor running. She got inside, and gulped down her
tea, wincing as the hot liquid hit her tongue.
"What’s your name, miss? And just how old are you?"
Forward questions, but I wanted to know the answers.
"Lizzie. Sixteen."
"Well, Lizzie, I’m Tom. Let’s get you to the shelter.
They can give you a change of clothes, a hot shower,
and a warm bed."
The words seemed to touch something in her, and
suddenly, Lizzie was weeping, head down in her hands.
"A warm bed. God, I can hardly remember how good that
feels. Tom, you have no idea how fucked up my life is
right now."
I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, but I asked what she
meant.
"Believe it or not, I have a nice family. But like an
idiot, I didn’t realize it until recently. I always
thought my parents were too involved in my life, and
all I wanted was for them to get off my case so I could
do my own thing."
I nodded, silently.
"A few months ago," Lizzie continued, "I met a guy on-
line. We chatted, and I was stupid enough to think we
were in love after a while. Anyway, I decided to pack
my stuff and bug out one night. I left my parents a
letter telling them I hated them and I was going to
find my ‘true love’. Right. Sounds messed up, huh?"
Again I nodded.
"Anyway, he’s NOT nineteen and single with a nice job
and apartment! He’s nearly fifty, and wanted me to be
his sex slave! He was into all sorts of kinky shit and
wanted me to allow him to abuse me! And, he was
married! He has a SON my age!"
I indicated that what had happened was sad, and Lizzie
continued.
"So after that, I find myself stuck here, with no way
to get home. The bastard wouldn’t even pay my bus
ticket back to Vermont."
"How much is a ticket?" I asked.
"About $45.00 if I go direct with no stopovers. But I
figure that even f I did get home, my parents would be
mad at me and not let me come back."
How do you tell someone that a parent would love their
child, no matter what? And that her running away wasn’t
all that bad, and was probably keeping them up at
night? By then, we were pulling into the parking lot of
the church.
"Lizzie, I think you need to call them. Your parents
are worried, and would send you a ticket. I would, if
my daughter had called me, needing help."
Lizzie shook her head ‘no’, and sighed. "I tried
calling, but my parents said I was on my own. I know I
could stay with my grandparents, but they are broke, so
I can’t ask them for any money." Lizzie studied me for
a moment. "Tom, you’re a nice guy. Thanks for not being
an asshole."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Most guys would be trying to rip my clothes off by
now, or shoving my face towards their pants." Pause.
"You ain’t a cop, are you?"
I shook my head ‘no’ and chuckled.
Lizzie suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled it towards
her. "Feel my breast." She slid my hand beneath the
sodden sweatshirt and placed it on her cold skin. I
could feel the hardness of her nipple as it poked up
from the cold. "There. If you were a cop, you couldn’t
do that, legally. So I know you’re cool."
"Um, okay."
"Maybe you can help me out," Lizzie continued. "I need
money, and you got it. I know I’m young, but I can do
the things that other guy wanted to earn enough for the
ticket. Please? I know I can trust you not to fuck me
and then fuck me over."
Okay, I admit it, she was cute, in spite of the fact
that she was waterlogged. And the idea of enjoying
myself with a sweet and tender sixteen year old girl
was making my mind come up with all sorts of scenes in
my head.
"Please, Tom," Lizzie begged. "I can be good. All I
want is enough money to get home and maybe eat on the
way. I heard some of the other street kids saying that
$100 is the going rate for a night. I’ll do it for half
that."
There were a number of cheap motels nearby. It was all
I could do not to drive off to one at that moment. I
wanted her, but she was sixteen! Suddenly, Lizzie bent
over, and pressed her mouth against the growing bulge
in my pants. I could feel her hot breath blowing
through the fabric, as she rubbed her face around my
slacks.
"Lizzie..." I grunted.
"Please," she paused and looked up. "Please."
"Okay," I sighed. "But fair is fair. I’ll pay you the
full hundred, so you have enough." I pulled out my
wallet and started counting bills. In my mind, I
anticipated fucking Lizzie for all she and that money
was worth...
::: BWEEP-BWEEP! :::
Suddenly, red and blue lights were flashing behind the
car, and a policeman was tapping at the fogged window
with his flashlight.
"OH CRAP!" we both said simultaneously.
It took a while, but after showing our respective
driver’s licenses to the officer (he checked our names
and address’ on the radio), we managed to convince him
that Kitty and I were just enjoying a little fantasy
role playing. No, it wasn’t a case of prostitution,
just a loving couple enjoying themselves.
A short time later, "Lizzie" and I checked into a
sleazy little dive and she earned her money quite to my
satisfaction.
Chapter 8
There was a little girl who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good, she was very, very good.
And when she was bad, she was horrid.
How many of you recall that rhyme when you were kids? I
sort of do. Hi people, it’s me, Kitty again. Over the
years, Daddy has been many things to me. Lover,
teacher, father, and mentor. He has also given me the
chance to explore various facets of my personality that
I was not aware of when I was younger. When I was
growing up, my biological parents were never really
involved in my life. They were too busy getting stoned
or drunk to notice me much.
Their attitude towards parenting was "Just do what you
want, don’t bother me!" But, when they did manage to
notice me, it was usually so they could give me a
beating for some transgression, real or imagined. Now I
am not writing this so you can feel sorry for me.
Please, don’t! I just want you to have some type of
idea about my background before I continue.
Anyway, Daddy allowed me to re-examine my childhood
from a fresh perspective with our role playing. He has
given me boundaries and a firm and loving set of rules
to live with. And what happens if I cross those
boundaries? Well, the results can be most interesting.
Read on to see how...
The semester was over! I had handed in my final Term
Paper and was mentally drained. I locked the front door
behind me and allowed the cool air from the AC to wash
over me. Stripping, I decided to go into a ‘child mode’
to let the stress wash away. I wandered into my room,
and put on a red plaid skirt and a white blouse. White
knee-highs followed. I decided that I was going to be
about the age of five, and allow my mind to wander.
What could I do for fun? I know!
Play dress-up! I scampered over to a dresser where I
had some clothes stored away. I love to play dress-up!
I would go to thrift stores and buy outrageous outfits
in sizes that were too large for me, so I could pretend
that I was a little girl in adult clothes. Such fun!
Soon, the place was a mess. A really BIG mess. Now the
average five year old child doesn’t think about picking
up after herself when playing, so why should I?
A few hours later, I heard the key turning in the lock
to the door. Daddy was home! Daddy came inside, and I
ran up to him, squealing like a little girl. "Hi
Daddy!" He swooped me up into his arms and gave me a
big kiss. Daddy asked me how my day was and I told him
(in a little girl voice) all about school, and how I
was happy that it was time for summer vacation, and how
I had been playing.
"Well now," Daddy smiled. "I’m glad you had a nice day.
But, it is time we pick up to get ready for dinner."
"NO!" I shrieked. "NOT WANNA’ CLEAN UP! WANNA’ PLAY
MORE!"
"Young lady," Daddy smiled, with just a hint of menace
to his voice, "I said it is time for you to pick up
after yourself."
"NO! NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!!!" (I stomped my feet for effect.)
"YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!" I stuck out my tongue.
"Katheryn Elizabeth," Daddy said with a quiet scowl,
"you WILL pick up after yourself."
I again stated that I was not going to pick up my mess.
Daddy had used both my first and middle names! I could
tell he was getting annoyed, and maybe was thinking of
spanking me. I was actually looking forward to that
possibility.
"Last chance," he said.
"NO! So there!"
Quick as a wink, Daddy had me by the ear and was
leading me over to his recliner where he sat down and
pulled me across his lap. With my face down, I could
feel him lift my skirt to expose my bare ass.
SLAP! The first stinging blow made me catch my breath.
Several more came down, on alternating cheeks, until I
could feel them start to glow. I was in heaven. Then
Daddy lifted me up to stand in front of him.
"Now," he smiled. "Will you pick up your mess?"
I shook my head no, unable to speak, because I didn’t
trust my voice. What I was hoping for was maybe a few
more spanks. I wasn’t ready for what came next.
"Fine. Strip." I did and Daddy led me to a corner where
I stood, wearing only my knee-highs. "You will stand
there to think about why you were naughty and when you
are ready to, you can ask to clean up your mess. No
talking otherwise. Understood?"
I nodded and faced the corner. After a few moments, I
decided to see what I could get away with, so I started
touching stuff on a nearby shelf.
"Young lady!" Daddy’s words caught me off guard. "No
touching anything!"
After a bit, I whimpered; "Daddy, I gotta’ go potty."
"Too bad. Stand there."
"But I’m gonna’ tinkle on myself!"
"Hold it."
I stood for several more minutes, while Daddy sat and
watched me. I tried to think of something to push the
game along that didn’t involve me picking up my mess.
Suddenly, I came across an idea. Tears.
"I’m sowwy, Daddy," I sniffed in my best little girl
voice.
"I’m glad to hear that. Now will you pick up after
yourself?"
I shook my head ‘no’, still defiant. But, I allowed my
tears to continue.
"Are you crying?" Daddy asked, concern in his voice.
Good! It was working! "Well, if you wish to cry, we can
give you a good reason to do so!" He got up and went
out of my sight for several minutes. When he returned
he had a length of nylon cord and a paper bag.
"Now," he smiled, "I have decided that even though you
can’t go potty yet, you should wear this, in case you
have an accident." He took a diaper out of the bag, and
at his command, I came to him so he could put it on me.
I felt it wrap soft and snug around me.
"Now don’t think you can go potty now! That’s just in
case you have an accident. And if you do, you will
regret it." He reached for the cord. "And since you
have a hard time not touching anything..." Soon my
hands were tied behind my back. He then tied my arms up
to the elbows as well, so my breasts were thrust out
slightly.
"Daddy," I whimpered again.
"I am thinking you also need help being quiet." A ball-
gag was soon fastened to me, my mouth opened to receive
the red rubber ball. Daddy likes to see me drool
slightly when he puts it on me tight as my jaw is held
open.
Daddy stepped back to look at me. I could see he was
thinking what to do next. "Now I want you realize
something," he began. "A spanking didn’t convince you
to pick up your mess, so I am thinking that something a
bit more severe will work." He reached into the bag and
pulled up a handful of small clamps. We had gone to
Home Depot to get some stuff one day, and he had gotten
these clamps in the tool area. They looked like
clothespins on steroids, shiny metal with orange rubber
on the ends. They were about two inches long.
I stood, shaking slightly as Daddy began placing them,
one by one, on my breasts. He placed four on each one,
one at each ‘compass point’. The last two? You guessed
it. My nipples. As he gently released the pressure on
the clamps and they pressed down into my flesh, I
couldn't help myself. I moaned slightly around the gag.
Daddy stepped back to look at me. "Now, when I tell you
to clean your mess, will you do it?" I nodded my head
‘yes’ with great enthusiasm. "Good. Now stand there for
a bit. I’m enjoying this." Then, he went to sit down
again and watched me with a smile on his face. All the
while, it felt like my breasts were on fire. I knew I
couldn’t turn to brush the clamps off, because I would
be in even more trouble!
I couldn’t help it. With my trying to focus on not
allowing the pain in my breasts to get to me, I lost
control of my bladder. I could feel my warm wet pee
coming out on me and into the diaper. I just hoped it
wouldn’t leak!
After what seemed like hours (but was probably
minutes), Daddy stood up and removed my gag and the
clamps. I almost collapsed from relief, but then as the
blood came back into them, my breasts hurt even more
with a throbbing pain. Then, the cord was untied and my
arms and hands were free. "What’s this?" Daddy noticed
my diaper was full. "Bad girl! I told you not to go
potty!"
"I’m sowwy Daddy! I tired! Really! I tried to hold it!"
I was marched to the bathroom where I was put into the
tub. Soon, warm water was washing me up and down as
Daddy directed the shower massage at my body. My
breasts were starting to bruise, so if I decided to
leave another mess in the house, all I had to do was
look at them for a reminder! (At least for a few
weeks.) All the time Daddy washed me, he was silent as
I repeated over and over to him that I wanted to be his
good little girl.
"No," he finally said. "Tonight you are NOT my good
little girl."
"BUT WHY???" I wailed.
A fiendish smile crossed Daddy’s face. "Tonight you are
my good little kitten."
After toweling me off, he led me to our room, where I
was instructed to put on a black body stocking. It was
crotchless, and then Daddy put one of my cat-ear
headbands on me. "Now, no talking for the rest of the
night! Only cat sounds, understand?"
"Yes Da... MEOW!" I fell to my knees and rubbed against
his legs to purr.
"Since you are not a Manx, you need a tail. Let’s
see..." Daddy unbent a wire hanger and put one end up
inside several long black socks. He secured the end
with electrical tape. The other end was secured to one
of my ass-plugs.
Mind you, I am still not too comfortable with anal sex.
I have to be in the right mood for it. But, I knew
there was no denying that plug tonight. Daddy lubed me
with some KY, and he gently pushed the plug up inside
me.
It took some getting used to, but soon I was scampering
around the house on all fours, purring and meowing for
all I was worth. I just hoped that I wouldn’t be forced
to use a litter box! About half an hour later, Daddy
went to the kitchen to make dinner. When he was done,
he called me, and set a bowl of shredded tuna and a
bowl of water on the floor under the table. I knew
where I was to eat that night; At the loving feet of my
Daddy/Master/Owner!
Later, when I was allowed to be a girl again (and I had
cleaned up my mess!), Daddy took advantage of the fact
that the plug had loosened up my ass. I am thinking I
could get more used to anal sex, with enough practice.
Chapter 9
Anyone who lives in the Tidewater Section of Virginia
(Virginia Beach, Norfolk, Portsmouth, Suffolk,
Chesapeake, etc) knows that you can’t get anywhere
without having to drive over a bridge or go through a
tunnel. The roads and highways are a crazy mish-mash
that has me thinking that the engineers who first laid
out the maps had done so by giving a drunken monkey a
crayon to scribble with. Where else can you drive on I-
64 WEST into the RISING SUN?
Anyway, as I stated earlier, Kitty and I live in
Virginia Beach, but my office is in Portsmouth. I love
the history of the area that dates back to pre-American
Revolution times. What I don’t love is the commute in
late afternoon traffic. Today was stellar in its
gridlock.
The bridge that leads out of downtown along I-264 had
gotten stuck open after a tanker had gone under it. ETA
for a fix? God only knew. Sitting there, I grabbed my
cell phone and called home. The answering machine
picked up so I left a message...
"Hi! I’m stuck in traffic. No idea when I’ll be home.
Call me when you get in. I love you!" And I hung up.
Nearly two hours later (the commute normally only took
25 minutes), I pulled into the driveway. I was anxious
to get home because Jacqi was visiting for the next
several days. Kitty and I had picked her up from the
airport the previous evening, and after dinner, we had
spent the night in bed enjoying ourselves. While
resting after the first round of orgasmic bliss, Kitty
gave Jacqi a small box.
Now Kitty will often wear a small collar around her
neck with a tag that bears her name: "Kitty". She will
also often be my "cat" and scamper around doing cat
things, like rubbing against my legs and purring. She
is VERY territorial about being the "cat of the house".
Anyway, last night she had given Jacqi a similar collar
with her own name tag; "Jacqi" on it.
We would often have Jacqi pull her wavy blond hair into
two ponytails on each side of her head so she looked a
little like a Spaniel. She was my "puppy". I would
often have her scamper around as well and "bark" for
me. We all loved this. In fact, when Jacqi opened the
box with the collar, she wept tears of joy as Kitty
then fastened it around her neck.
Opening the front door, I called inside. From the
bedroom, I heard calls of "In here!" and LOTS of
giggling. There was an empty bottle of wine on the
coffee table, and a sweet smell in the air that told me
that alcohol was not the only thing indulged in that
afternoon.
Inside the bedroom, I smiled at the site of Kitty and
Jacqi curled up together on top of the sheets. They
were wearing only smiles and the aforementioned
collars. The two of them looked like they had spent a
great deal of time enjoying each other, from the
slightly flushed color in their faces.
"So," I sat down at the edge of the bed. "What did you
two do today to amuse yourselves?" (Like I couldn’t
guess.)
"We went shopping!" they cried out together. "Wanna’
see what we got?"
Soon the two were modeling satin nightgowns and
stockings held up by garter belts for me, all the while
giggling and pinching each other to make them squeal
and giggle even more. I reached down and grabbed the
last bag. "So what’s in here?" I pulled out a double-
ended silicon dildo about 20 inches long, and it was
cobalt blue.
"That’s just for US!" Kitty laughed. "Just me and
Jacqi. No boys allowed!"
That comment set them off into more spasms of giggles.
Just how much partying had they done?
"Yeah!" Jacqi smirked. "NO BOYS ALLOWED! Just us girls!
Our toy!"
There are times when a long commute home in traffic
puts you in a sour mood. I felt one brewing, so I
decided to use it to my advantage.
"OKAY GIRLS!" I thundered, "ENOUGH! I have a crappy day
at work, an even worse drive home, and then... (I
paused for effect) Then, I get ‘mouth’ from the two of
you?"
Kitty and Jacqi shrank back slightly on the bed.
"UP! NOW!!! Out to the living room, both of you. On the
double!"
The girls scrambled from the bed and out to the front
living room. The curtains were down, so nobody could
see inside. Kitty stood by the sofa, while Jacqi
quickly went to her knees, and assumed the standard
"slave position" of holding her arms back slightly with
her breasts arched out for my inspection. Both looked
worried.
"Now," I began, "I want you to know that I don’t
appreciate the two of you being so fresh-mouthed with
me. Remember, I’m the one in charge here. Understood?"
"Yes daddy," the girls chorused.
"Good. Be that as it may, I think a spanking is in
order. And after that, well..." I smiled a wicked smile
that sent shivers up my two pet’s spines. "So, both of
you, bend over the back of the sofa. Now."
Kitty and Jacqi each received a dozen swats from my
slipper. Six on each ass-cheek. I loved the way they
glowed a slight pink.
"Now," I held up the dildo, "since this is just for the
two of you, why don’t we see how this works. Both of
you, on your knees."
At my direction, the girls were soon kneeling, facing
away from each other. I slipped the first end inside
Kitty, and then guided Jacqi backwards so the other end
was inside her pussy as well. I nodded in approval at
the sight.
"Good. Now we play a game. I have a treat for the
winner. I want to see each of you try to make the other
one cum, while staying where you are. And just to make
it interesting, I will make sure that neither of you
can get away."
I quickly cut two lengths of nylon cord. I tied one end
to Jacqi’s collar and ran it across her back, across
Kitty’s back, and tied it to Kitty’s collar. The second
cord was tied to the front of Kitty’s collar, and then
threaded under her, between her breasts, and knees and
back up under Jacqi to the front of her collar. The two
girls could not pull away from each other now.
This was demonstrated when first one, and then the
other girl tried to move. The dildo inside them pushed
back and forth up deep inside. Soon, the effect had
them moaning as I saw them really start to enjoy the
sensations.
Suddenly, Kitty reached between her legs to fondle her
clit. My reaction was to grab her hand away and spank
her ass again. "Bad girl! I didn’t say you could touch
yourself." Two lengths of 2x4 where gotten from the
garage. There were holes drilled at the ends so I was
able to lash the girl’s wrists about two feet apart, so
they could still kneel, but not move their hands
without losing balance and falling face-first into the
floor.
As Kitty and Jacqi continued, they again started
moaning at the feelings. My solution for quiet was to
put a ball-gag on each of them. I love to put it on
tight, so their mouths are opened wide to the point
that a little bit of drool leaks out.
To make it even more fun, two pairs of weighted nipple
clamps were produced. I gently released them so each
girl felt them close down around their tender nipples,
and then have a weight of about half a pound pull each
breast downward. Jacqi’s breasts are a lot larger than
Kitty’s, so her weights dragged across the floor, while
Kitty’s hung suspended.
There they knelt. Two beautiful women, naked, gagged,
and kneeling on my living-room floor, tied to each
other, breasts weighted, and connected by a silicon
dildo the size of a salami. Heaven. Of course I just
had to get the tri-pod and camcorder out to tape the
action. I figured it would be great for us to
masturbate to later on, when I allowed the girls to see
it.
All too soon, I could see both Kitty and Jacqi
shuddering as orgasms shot through them, and in spite
of the gags, their whimpers grew louder. Both from the
feelings inside their yummy pussies, and from the pain
to their breasts. I was thinking that they were going
to be sore from all of this, but I didn’t care.
I stripped and stood in front of Kitty, letting my
engorged penis tickle her nose. She did her best to
nuzzle it, but the best she could do was get her cheeks
or chin to rub against it. It felt magnificent. After a
bit, I moved over to allow Jacqi to do the same.
Looking down, I smiled as I realized that I was at my
‘end-point’ and Jacqi was about to get her face painted
with my cum.
Wrapping my hand around myself, I stroked the sticky
liquid out of the tip of myself, and onto her face. It
dribbled across her nose, down her cheeks and chin,
across her eyelashes and over to an ear. Jacqi strained
herself to try and get her stretched lips open just a
little bit more to catch a drop in her mouth, but
couldn’t.
"That was nice," I smiled. My two girls are being so
good there on the floor. Should I cut you loose so you
can relax a bit?"
The two franticly nodded their heads, eyes wide.
I first released the weights to the breasts, and then
cut the cords around their wrists. The wood clattered
away. With great ceremony, I cut the cords to each of
the collars, and under my guidance, they slid forward
while I eased the dildo out from inside them. I decided
to take a taste. Allowing my tongue to lick first one
end, then the other, I noted that Kitty and Jacqi each
have a distinctive flavor. Kitty’s is like a light
sparkling wine, while Jacqi’s is heavier, and sweeter.
Almost like a thick syrup. The gags came off next.
"Now Kitty, since Jacqi was nice enough to let me cum
on her face, she needs it washed. I am thinking that
cats like to clean themselves. Will my cat clean my
puppy?"
Kitty quickly scrabbled over and started to wash
Jacqi’s face with her tongue. I smiled as the pink tip
traced along Jacqi’s cheeks, and up and down,
collecting my cum into her mouth. She didn’t swallow,
just let it pool inside her mouth. I nodded in
approval. When she was finished, they were allowed an
open-mouthed kiss, sharing the contents of Kitty’s
mouth. When they were finally finished, they stayed
curled up together on some large pillows on the floor.
"Daddy?" Kitty asked, hesitantly. "You said something
about a treat earlier?"
By the look in each of their eyes, I knew that Kitty
and Jacqi were very sore from their experience, and I
was loath to hurt them with more fucking. I figured
that touching, and kissing would be the order of the
night, as we pleasured each other after dinner. I
didn’t want to over-do it with either of them, since we
were going to be together for the rest of the week.
"I believe I did," I smiled. "A special treat for both
my good little girls!"
Kitty and Jacqi were not the only ones who had gone
shopping. But I had made my purchases a few days
earlier. I pulled out a bag that held two plastic orbs
about the size of a large egg. At my direction, the
girls were once again on their knees, but this time
with elbows resting on the sofa.
Standing behind them, I inserted an ‘egg’ inside each
of them. The girls looked at me with curiosity, until I
pulled out two small controllers. With a flick of a
switch, each ‘egg’ began to vibrate inside them. Kitty
and Jacqi’s faces lit up with delight.
"Now," I smiled, handing them each a controller.
"Tomorrow night we are all going out to dinner at (name
of favorite restaurant). You each have the controller
for the other girl’s egg. I want both of you to see if
you can make the other one cum at the restaurant. I
want both of you to make sure that your panties (and
yes, you will be allowed to wear any pair you wish) get
soaked. Understood?"
"YES DADDY!" the girls squealed with delight. Hugs and
kisses followed.
As we left the restaurant to go home the following
night, I smiled as I noted that the girl’s seats were
wet from small puddles that had nothing to do with a
spilled glass of water.
To be continued...
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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