This is pt 2 of Mommy’s Little Needy Mutt
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I’m standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom, lights low, just the little lamp on the nightstand. Only panties left on. Soft pink ones. The rest of my clothes are in a messy pile on the chair.
Lotion first. Always. I squeeze a little into my palm and start on my arms, slow circles. The smell is clean and sweet. Then my shoulders, my chest. My nipples tighten the second the cool lotion touches them. I rub it in careful, thumbs brushing the pink tips, and a tiny shiver runs down my belly.
Lower. Across my stomach. Over my hips. The soft curve where my thighs start. Every pass makes the ache wake up a little more. I can already feel myself getting sticky inside the panties. Just from this. From the smell of the lotion and the quiet of the room and the fact that Mommy’s rule is still sitting in my head like a warm weight.
I finish my legs last. Knees, calves, the tops of my feet. Then I stand there looking at myself for a second. Soft little body, cheeks already pink, the front of my panties darker than they should be.
I turn off the lamp. Climb into bed. Pull the covers all the way over my head so it’s dark and private and the only world is the one under here. The air is warm and close. I can smell the lotion on my skin mixed with something else already.
My hands slide down. Fingers hook under the waistband. I peel the panties off slow, dragging them down my thighs, past my knees, then kick them off somewhere in the sheets. The second they’re gone the smell hits me harder. Warm. Sweet. A little musky. Me. Mixed with the leftover lotion.
I bring the crumpled panties up under the covers and press them to my face. Breathe in deep. The wet spot is right against my nose.
“Unnnh… smelly…”
I keep them there a second longer, then let them fall somewhere by my hip. My other hand drifts down between my legs. Just resting at first. The neat little strip of hair is already damp. Below it everything is bare and slick.
I spread my thighs a little under the covers. Fingers slip lower. One soft pad finds the top of my slit and just holds there. Wet. Hot. I press gently and feel how swollen I already am.
“Mmmnh… mutt’s all wet…”
I slide one finger down the middle, slow. Through the folds. Everything parts easy. Sticky. The tip of my finger brushes the tight little hole and I feel the thin membrane flutter under the lightest touch. Still there. Still unbroken. I circle it once, barely pressing, and my hips twitch.
“Unnnh… empty…”
I don’t push in. Just tease the rim while my thumb finds my clit. It’s puffy and sensitive. One slow circle. Then another. The wet sound is soft and filthy under the covers. My thighs press together around my hand for a second, then open again.
I bring my fingers up to my face. Smell them. Lick the tips. Sweet and warm. “ahh…”
“Tastes good… mutt tastes good…”
Back down. Two fingers this time, just resting over my entrance, not going in. Thumb rubbing lazy little ovals on my clit. The ache builds slow and mean. I rock my hips in tiny circles, chasing the friction, keeping everything light the way I always do when I’m alone.
“Please… just a little… unnnh…”
I know I’m not supposed to. The rule is still there. But Mommy’s downstairs and the covers are over my head and it feels too good to stop completely. So I stay gentle. Just the lightest play. Circling. Pressing. Smelling myself every few seconds like I can’t help it.
The wetness is getting messier. I can feel it coating my fingers and the insides of my thighs. Every time I shift the sheets stick a little. My free hand cups one small breast, pinching the nipple soft.
“Mmm… feels nice… mutt’s being so quiet…”
I keep the touch light. Teasing. Never enough to let the edge get too close. Just enough to stay floating in that warm, sticky, horny haze while the rest of the house stays quiet outside the covers.
The door creaks.
I freeze.
My hands are still between my legs under the covers. Fingers sticky. One resting right over my clit, the other circling the soft rim of my hole. The wetness is all over them. The smell is thick under the blanket. My heart jumps so hard I feel it in my throat.
I don’t move them away.
Just go still. Breathing tiny. The covers over my head make everything dark and close. I can hear the soft wet sound of my own slick when I try to breathe quieter.
Then his voice.
Low. Deep. Right there in the doorway.
“Inspection time, mutt.”
Dada.
He’s home.
My whole body locks. The rule flashes through me like a slap — not allowed to touch without permission — and my fingers are still right there, coated, pressed against the exact places I’m not supposed to be playing with. A soft guilty throb pulses through my clit under my own fingertip.
Did he hear the little noises? The ones I couldn’t keep in?
I stay frozen. Naked under the covers. Tiny hands wet. Thighs still open. The panties somewhere lost in the sheets. Lotion and my own smell mixed heavy in the dark.
He steps closer. The floor creaks once. I hear him stop at the side of the bed.
“I can smell you from here,” he says, voice calm and low. “And I heard those soft little sounds. Lift the covers, mutt. Show Dada what you’ve been doing.”
My face burns hot under the blanket. Shame and the ache twist together so tight I almost make a noise. But I don’t. I just stay still one more second, fingers still touching, slick and guilty, while his voice fills the dark room and the inspection starts.
The covers lift.
Painfully slow.
Cool air hits my bare skin first. Then the light from the hallway spills across me. I stay exactly where I am. Legs still open. Tiny hands still between them. Fingers shiny and sticky. One resting right on my swollen clit. The other pressed soft against the wet rim of my hole.
Dada looks down at me.
I don’t try to hide it.
My cheeks are already burning. The flush runs all the way down my chest. My clit throbs hard under my own fingertip like it wants to give me away even more. The sweet slick smell rises up strong now that the blanket is gone. Mixed with the lotion. Mixed with me.
I swallow.
“I… I was just…”
The words die. Pointless. He can see everything. The wet hands. The shiny folds. The little strip of hair already matted. The way my thighs are trembling.
I leave my fingers exactly where they are.
Shame crashes through me so heavy it almost hurts. But underneath it the ache pulses hotter. Like the guilt itself is feeding it. I can feel more wetness slipping out around my fingertip.
Dada’s voice stays low and calm.
“Caught you, mutt.”
I nod once. Small. Eyes stinging.
“Yes Dada… I touched… even though I’m not allowed…”
My voice comes out soft and cracked. The same tone I use when I’m alone and needy. It just happens.
I stay still under his eyes. Wet handed. Flushed. Open. The punishment is coming and I don’t try to run from it. I just breathe in short little pulls and wait, fingers still coated and resting right where they shouldn’t be, while the sweet smell of my own mess fills the space between us.
He sits on the edge of my bed.
The mattress dips under his weight. I stay where I am for one more second, wet fingers still between my legs, then he pats his thigh once.
“Over my lap, mutt.”
I crawl to him. Slow. Naked. The sticky shine on my hands catches the light from the hallway. My cheeks burn hotter. I drape myself across his thick thighs the way I know he wants. Soft belly pressed to his jeans. Bare ass up. Head hanging toward the floor. My wet little pussy is open and exposed right against the hard muscle of his leg.
He doesn’t rush.
One big hand settles on the small of my back. Steady. Warm. The other rests on the curve of my ass for a second, just feeling how soft it is.
“You know why you’re here.”
I nod against his thigh. Voice tiny.
“Yes Dada… touched without permission… made soft noises…”
The first spank lands.
Not hard. Just firm. A solid smack that makes my whole body jolt. The sting blooms across one cheek. Heat floods straight to my clit. Another wet pulse slips out of me and smears against his jeans.
“Unnnh…”
He rubs the spot once with his palm. Slow. Almost gentle. Then the next one comes on the other side. Same steady force. The sound is sharp in the quiet room. My thighs twitch. More slick leaks.
He keeps going.
Left. Right. Left. Right. Never mean. Never trying to really hurt. Just the steady rhythm of discipline. Each smack lands and the sting sinks deeper, turning into a warm throb that makes my empty hole clench around nothing. My clit is trapped against his thigh, getting pressed with every little shift of my hips.
“Ah… Dada… unnnh… it stings…”
“That’s the point, mutt.” His voice stays low and calm. The hand on my back never leaves. “You break the rule, you get the reminder.”
Another smack. Harder this time. The heat in my ass is building fast. I can feel how red it’s getting under his palm. Every time he lands one, my pussy gets wetter. The sticky mess is spreading on his jeans. My fingers dig into the sheets near the floor. Toes curl.
He pauses just long enough to drag two thick fingers through my folds from behind. Collecting the slick. Then he lifts them so I can hear the soft wet sound when he rubs them together.
“Soaked already. Discipline makes my little mutt drip.”
Shame and heat twist together so tight I almost can’t breathe.
He goes back to spanking.
Steady. Measured. The sting turns into a deep ache that lives right next to the empty throb inside me. I start rocking the tiniest bit against his thigh without meaning to, chasing friction on my clit while the next smack lands. He lets me. Just keeps the rhythm going until both cheeks are burning and my whole body is trembling across his lap.
“Good girl for taking it,” he murmurs. One more solid spank, right in the center, catching the soft underside where it stings the most. “Almost done.”
I sob once. The last few land slower, heavier, each one making my empty hole flutter and another warm rush of wetness slide down onto him.
When he finally stops, his big hand just rests on my hot, throbbing ass. Rubbing slow circles over the sting. I stay draped over his lap, panting, dripping, cheeks on fire and pussy aching worse than before, waiting for whatever comes next.
He gives my burning ass one last slow rub, then pats the side of my hip.
“Off. On your knees.”
I scramble down careful. Legs shaky. The carpet is rough under my bare skin. I settle on my knees right between his spread thighs, still naked, still dripping, cheeks hot and stinging. My wet hands rest on my own thighs because I don’t know where else to put them yet.
Dada looks down at me. Calm. Waiting.
“Help Dada undress, mutt.”
I swallow. Nod once. Soft.
“Yes Dada…”
My fingers go to his belt first. Clumsy. The metal is cool. I fumble the buckle open, then the button, then the zipper. The sound is loud in the quiet room. Every little movement makes my empty hole clench. I can still feel the leftover throb from the spanking and the way my clit is swollen and neglected.
I hook my fingers in the waistband of his jeans and tug. He lifts his hips just enough to help. I drag them down his thick thighs, past his knees, until they pool around his ankles. His boxers are next. Dark. Already tented heavy in the front. The shape of him makes my mouth go dry.
I glance up once. He just watches. No rush.
I peel the boxers down slow. His cock springs free and my breath catches. Thick. Heavy. The head already a little shiny. Veins running down the shaft. His balls hang low and full right underneath. The smell hits me right away — warm skin and something deeper, musky, pure Dada.“nnnh…”
I finish pulling the boxers all the way off and set them aside neat. Then I just kneel there looking. My hands hover like I want to touch but I’m waiting. My own slick is still coating my fingers and dripping down my inner thighs onto the carpet.
He reaches down and strokes my hair once. Rough palm. Gentle.
“Good girl. Now fold everything nice and put it on the chair. Then come back and wait.”
I do it quick. Jeans. Boxers. Belt. All folded as neat as my shaky hands can manage. When I crawl back between his legs I’m even wetter. The ache between my legs is sharp and empty. My ass still burns. I settle on my knees again, hands on my thighs, eyes on his thick cock, and wait for whatever comes next while the sweet smell of my own mess mixes with his.
He looks down at me, still calm.
“Enough kissing, mutt. Time to get Dada’s cock nice and wet.”
I blink up at him, lips already shiny from the soft kisses.
“Gather some of that slick from your little pussy. Mix it with the pre on my tip. Then smear it all over. Especially the head. Make Daddy’s big mushroom all shiny for you.”
My face burns hotter. A soft guilty throb pulses through me. Still, I nod.
“Yes Dada…”
I reach between my own legs with one shaky hand. Two fingers slide through my folds easy. Everything is so wet and swollen. I scoop up a thick coating of my own slick, the soft sticky sound loud in the quiet room. Then I bring those fingers up and touch the tip of his cock.
A clear bead of pre is already sitting there. I smear my wetness into it, mixing them together. Warm. Slippery. My own sweet smell and his deeper one blending right on my fingertips.
I start spreading it.
Slow circles over the fat head first. The big mushroom. I coat every ridge and the soft little slit at the top until it glistens. Then down the thick shaft, both hands now, stroking the mixed slick all over him. Veins get shiny. The heavy weight of him throbs under my palms.
“Unnnh… mixing… making it all wet…”
I keep going. More of my slick gathered when it starts to dry. More pre that keeps beading up. Smearing. Stroking. Until his whole cock is glossy and filthy with both of us. The head especially, darker now, swollen, dripping the combined wetness down the underside.
I stay on my knees looking up at it, hands still lightly holding the thick shaft, dizzy from the smell and the heat and the way my empty hole keeps clenching around nothing while I wait for what comes next.
He watches me finish smearing the last of the mixed slick over the fat head.
Then he nods once, low and pleased.
“Good girl. That’s enough.”
He swings his legs up onto the bed and lies back against my pillows. Thick body stretched out. His shiny cock rests heavy against his stomach, still glistening with both of us. He pats his own thighs once.
“Climb on, mutt. Straddle Dada. Glide that wet little virgin pussy over me. Nice and slow.”
I crawl up careful. Knees shaky on the mattress. The leftover sting on my ass flares every time I move. I swing one leg over him and settle, hovering for a second. Then I lower down.
My bare folds part around the thick shaft. Hot. Slippery. The second my wetness touches him. “nnnh…”
I start gliding.
Slow. Forward and back. My swollen clit drags along the underside of his cock. The fat head bumps my soft belly on every pass. Everything is so slick from the mix we made that I slide easy. My empty hole clenches over and over, kissing the hot skin without ever taking him in. The thin membrane feels every little drag.
His big hands settle on my still sore ass.
He squeezes.
Hard enough to make the spanking sting bloom fresh. I rock forward harder without meaning to. Another rush of wetness spills out and coats him more.
“Still sore, isn’t it,” he murmurs. Thumbs dig into the hot cheeks, spreading me a little so the cool air hits my dripping folds. “That’s the reminder. Keep gliding. Don’t you dare try to put it in.”
I nod, eyes half closed, hips working in soft desperate rolls.
“Yes Dada… just sliding… unnnh… feels so big…”
Every pass makes my clit throb. The thick vein under him rubs right against it. My small breasts bounce a little with the movement. I can feel how open and messy I am, the shiny trail of my slick leaving streaks all over his cock and lower belly. The sour ache in my ass mixes with the empty ache inside until I’m making soft high sounds while I keep gliding and he keeps squeezing those stinging cheeks to remind me exactly why I’m here.
The door opens again.
I freeze mid glide, wet folds still spread over Dada’s thick shiny cock. My head snaps toward the doorway.
Mommy.
Her robe is open. Completely. Soft heavy breasts and the dark thatch between her legs fully bare underneath. She stands there staring like she just walked in on something she can’t believe.
“What is this?”
Her voice is sharp. Almost angry. But her eyes are already dark and interested.
I stay straddling Dada, trembling. My sore ass still in his big hands. Another soft guilty pulse of wetness slips out of me and coats him more.
“Mommy… I—”
She steps closer, robe whispering around her. Looks down at where my little virgin pussy is gliding over his thick shaft. At the shiny mess of mixed slick. At the way my swollen clit keeps catching on him.
“Grinding your wet little cunt all over Dada’s cock like a needy mutt,” she says, voice low and mean now. “After you already got spanked for touching yourself. Look at you. Soaking him. Leaving a sticky trail all over Daddy’s dick.”
Shame crashes through me so hard my eyes sting. But my hips twitch forward anyway.
Mommy climbs onto the bed beside us. Lies down on her side, facing me. One hand slides straight between her own legs. I hear the wet sound as two fingers push into her. She starts fucking herself slow while she watches me.
“Keep going,” she murmurs, eyes locked on my pussy sliding up and down Dada’s length. “Don’t stop grinding just because Mommy’s here. Show me how desperate that empty little hole is. Rub that fat clit all over him. Make a bigger mess.”
I do.
I can’t stop. Soft rolls of my hips. My folds part wider around the thick shaft. The head bumps my belly again and again. Dada’s hands squeeze my stinging ass harder, reminding me. Mommy’s fingers work wet and steady in her own pussy right next to us. The room fills with the soft slick sounds of both of us.
“That’s it,” she breathes, voice turning thicker. “Listen to how wet you are. Poor little virgin mutt. Not even allowed to put it in and still making such a filthy mess on Daddy’s cock. Keep going. Mommy wants to watch you struggle.”
I keep gliding, still open, still dripping, while she fingers herself and eggs me on and the ache inside me gets sharper with every pass.
Mommy’s wet fingers suddenly push past my lips.
I open for them without thinking. Two thick digits, slick with her own juices, slide over my tongue. The taste is stronger than mine. Musky and warm. I suck them clean the way she wants while my hips keep gliding over Dada’s thick cock.
“That’s it,” she murmurs. “Lick Mommy clean. Taste how wet watching you makes me.”
I do. Tongue working between her fingers until they’re shiny and spit slick instead. She pulls them free with a soft wet pop and immediately pinches both my nipples hard between her thumbs and fingers. Twists. The sharp sting shoots straight down to my clit. I grind harder without meaning to, my swollen folds dragging faster along Dada’s shaft.
She lightly slaps my cheek. Once. Then the other side. Not hard. Just enough to make heat bloom across my face.
“Look at you. Little mutt grinding her virgin cunt all over Daddy’s cock like a whore. Soaking him. Leaving sticky trails everywhere. You were supposed to be punished and instead you’re getting yourself off.”
Another slap, softer, right across my open mouth. Then her wet fingers push back in so I can suck them again. My hips roll desperate now. The thick vein under Dada’s cock catches my clit perfectly on every pass. My empty hole clenches and flutters. The edge is climbing fast and mean.
Mommy squeezes my nipples harder. Twists until they ache. Pulls. The pain and the pleasure twist together until I’m shaking.
“Harder,” she orders, voice low and filthy. “Grind that messy little pussy harder on Dada. Make those wet sounds louder. Show us how close you are.”
I obey. Faster rolls. Shorter. Needier. My sore ass still in Dada’s big hands, every squeeze of his palms making the leftover spanking sting flare. Mommy’s fingers leave my mouth only long enough to slap my cheek again and then shove back in, making me taste her while she talks.
“Gonna cum just from rubbing on Daddy’s dick, aren’t you mutt? Poor empty virgin hole. Not even allowed to take it and still about to soak him.”
The words and the pinching and the taste of her and the thick hot cock sliding under my clit push me right to the edge. My thighs start trembling. “unh… unh…”
I’m so close it hurts. Vision starting to blur. Every glide makes the ache sharper and sweeter until I can barely hold it back.
I keep grinding, open and dripping and shaking between them, while Mommy’s dirty mouth and hard fingers and the solid heat of Dada under me drag me closer and closer to breaking.
Dada’s hands clamp hard around my waist.
He lifts me straight off him just as the edge starts to crack open.
The sudden empty air on my soaked folds makes me cry out.
“No… Dada please… I was so close… please…”
He sets me down on the mattress beside them like I weigh nothing. My thighs are shaking. Slick is dripping down them in thick shiny trails. My clit throbs so hard it hurts.
“Punishment isn’t finished, mutt.” His voice is low and final. “You don’t get to cum. Not yet.”
I scramble onto my knees, hands reaching for him.
“Please Dada… please I need it… it aches so bad… I’ll be good… please let me finish…”
He ignores every word. Just turns to Mommy. She is already on her hands and knees, robe tossed aside, ass up, looking back at him with a dark smile. He moves behind her in one smooth motion. The fat shiny head of his cock, still coated in my slick and his pre, presses against her entrance. One hard thrust and he sinks all the way in. The wet sound is filthy and deep.
Mommy moans low and satisfied.
“Fuck… yes…”
I stay where he put me. Legs forced open toward them so they can see everything. My virgin pussy is flushed dark pink, folds swollen and shiny, the little hole fluttering and dripping onto the sheets. My clit is so puffy it sticks out. Every pulse makes another warm trickle slide down.
“Please…” My voice cracks. “Dada… Mommy… it hurts… I’m so wet… look how close I still am… please I need to cum… please…”
Dada starts fucking her properly. Hard. Deep. The wet slap of his hips against her ass fills the room. Mommy pushes back to meet every thrust, heavy breasts swinging. She looks over at me while he pounds her.
“Watch, mutt. Watch how Mommy takes the cock you only got to rub on. Look how deep he goes. Listen to that sound. That’s what a real pussy sounds like when it’s full.”
My hands hover near my own dripping folds but I don’t dare touch. Legs stay spread wide so they can see the mess. More slick leaks out of me every time Dada bottoms out in her.
“Please… I’ll do anything… just let me touch… or let me put it in… please Dada I’m so empty… it throbs…”
He reaches over without slowing his thrusts and lightly slaps the inside of my open thigh.
“Keep those legs open. Show us that desperate little virgin hole. Let us see how it clenches every time Mommy moans.”
I do. Thighs trembling wider. Everything on display. The sweet smell of my own need mixes with the heavier scent of them fucking. Mommy’s fingers dig into the sheets. Dada’s thick cock pistons in and out of her, shiny with both of us. Every wet slap makes my empty hole flutter harder.
“Unnnh… please… I’m so close still… it won’t go away… please let mutt cum… please…”
Mommy laughs breathlessly between moans, pushing back harder onto him.
“Listen to her beg. Poor needy mutt. Sitting there dripping while Daddy fucks Mommy’s brains out. Keep watching. Keep showing us that pretty wet cunt. Maybe if you’re good we’ll decide if you get to finish later.”
I stay open and shaking and begging while they fuck right in front of me, the ache inside me sharp and unfinished and endless.
Dada’s hand fists in Mommy’s hair and yanks her head back.
He starts fucking her harder. Deeper. The wet slap of his hips against her ass gets louder and meaner. Every thrust makes her heavy breasts swing. He brings his free hand down hard on her cheek, spanking her in time with the strokes.
“That’s it. Take it. Cum on Daddy’s cock. Squeeze that greedy cunt around me. Let the mutt watch you break.”
Mommy’s moans turn sharp and high. Her arms shake. She pushes back to meet every brutal thrust, the wet sounds filthy and continuous.
“Fuck… yes… right there… don’t stop…”
It snaps for her all at once.
Her whole body seizes. She writhes hard under him, ass pushing back, thighs trembling violently. The orgasm hits in long uncontrollable waves. She shudders and keeps shuddering, loud broken cries spilling out of her while her pussy clamps down around him. I can see the way her hole flutters and squeezes, shiny slick forced out around his thick shaft with every pulse.
She’s so loud. Raw. Almost sobbing through it.
Dada is right there with her. His thrusts turn short and savage. Deep grunts and low growls roll out of his chest. His free hand keeps spanking her ass while the one in her hair holds her arched and open for him.
“Fuck… take it… every drop…”
He locks eyes with me over her shaking body.
“Get ready, mutt. Bring that pretty face closer. Mouth open. Wide.”
I scramble forward on my knees, heart slamming. Legs still spread so they can see how wet and swollen I am. My empty hole clenches hard just from the sound of them finishing. I lean in close, mouth open like he told me.
“Rub that little nub, mutt,” Dada growls. “Make yourself cum right now. Don’t you dare stop.”
My shaky fingers fly between my legs. Two fingers find my swollen clit and start rubbing hard and fast. The second I touch it the edge that never left surges back vicious. “ahh ahh…”
“Unnnh… yes Dada… rubbing… gonna cum…”
He pulls out of Mommy with a wet sound. Her hole stays open and dripping for a second before she collapses forward, still shuddering. He fists my hair tight and yanks my face right where he wants it. Mouth forced open. Tongue out. He holds me still like that, thick cock aimed straight at me, shiny with Mommy’s cum and my earlier mess.
“Stay open. Take it all.”
He strokes once, twice, then he unloads.
Hot thick ropes hit my tongue first. Then my cheeks. My nose. My open lips. More and more, heavy pulses that keep coming while he growls low and deep above me. The taste is salty and strong and pure Dada. Some slides down my chin. Some lands on my small breasts. I keep rubbing my clit the whole time, frantic little circles, eyes watering from how full my mouth is getting.
It hits me harder than anything.
My orgasm rips through me so much more intense than Mommy’s. My whole body seizes. Vision whites out. A long broken sob tears out around the cum still pumping onto my tongue. My empty virgin hole clenches and flutters violently, pushing out clear squirts that wet the sheets between my spread knees. Toes curl so hard they cramp. Thighs shake uncontrollably. Wave after wave crashes, each one stronger than the last, until I’m sobbing and shaking and still rubbing because he told me not to stop.
More cum lands on my face while I’m breaking. I swallow what I can, the rest painting me messy. My clit pulses under my fingers so hard it almost hurts. Another hard squirt forces out of me. Then another. High broken cries keep coming while the orgasm keeps rolling and rolling and refuses to end.
Dada holds my hair the whole time, keeping my face tilted up and open so every last drop lands where he wants it. I stay there trembling and painted and still cumming harder than I ever have, empty hole spasming around nothing, while the taste of him fills my mouth and the aftershocks keep making me drip.
Dada’s hand leaves my hair.
He gives my cum smeared cheek a light slap. Just enough to sting and make me blink.
“Go share it with Mommy. Let her clean the mutt up.”
I crawl to her on shaky knees. Face still painted. Mouth still full of the thick taste of him. Some of it sliding down my chin and dripping onto my small breasts. My thighs are shiny from the squirts that kept coming out of me. The empty ache is still pulsing, softer now but not gone.
Mommy is lying on her side, looking wrecked and satisfied. She opens her arms when she sees me coming.
“Come here, mutt.”
I climb over her and lower my face to hers. “mmmnh…”
I press my messy lips to her mouth. She opens for me right away. Her tongue slides in and starts cleaning. Slow. Thorough. Licking the thick ropes from my cheeks, my chin, the corners of my lips. I feed her what I still have on my tongue, letting her suck it off me while soft wet sounds fill the quiet room.
She hums against my mouth, pleased.
“That’s it. Give Mommy every drop. Good messy little mutt.”
Her hands cup my face while she works. Tongue dragging over my skin, gathering everything Dada left on me. I stay still and open for her, eyes half closed. “mmmnh…”
The leftover pulses in my empty hole flutter again just from the way she’s cleaning me so carefully.
When my face is mostly clean she pulls me down against her soft bare chest and keeps kissing the last little streaks away, slow and gentle, while I tremble in her arms and wait for whatever they decide comes next.
They pull me between them.
Mommy on one side, Dada on the other. The sheets are already warm and messy from everything. I settle into the soft space they make for me, still sticky, still open, still trembling a little from how hard I came.
Mommy guides my head down. I nuzzle straight into her breast the way I always do when I need to feel safe. Soft warm skin. The nipple brushes my lips and I latch on gentle without thinking, just resting there, suckling slow and quiet. Her arm curls around my back. Fingers stroke my hair.
Behind me Dada presses close. His thick cock is still slick, coated in Mommy’s cum and the leftover mess of both of us. He tucks it right against the cleft of my sore ass, the fat head resting low, the shaft nestled between my cheeks. One heavy arm drapes over my waist. His palm settles on my soft belly and stays there.
“Unnnh…”
Nobody answers. Just the slow rise and fall of their breathing. The leftover heat in my ass from the spanking. The gentle throb still living between my legs. The taste of Dada on my tongue mixing with the warm comfort of Mommy’s skin.
I stay right there. Nuzzling. Softly suckling. Ass pressed into the slick heat of him. Safe and claimed and completely used up between the two of them.
My eyes drift closed.
The last thing I feel is Mommy’s fingers still stroking my hair and Dada’s cock twitching once against me as sleep finally takes us all.
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