He made me call him Daddy…
It was my first week at my new job. Nothing flashy. I was working as an accounting analyst for the state I’m their highway safety division. Yeah, exciting huh? But the pay was better than I was making as a bank teller and it was only a 20 minute bus ride from the stop down the street from my apartment. Anyway, first week. The guy in the cubicle next to mine was always loud. During his calls, talking to coworkers, basically all the time. It was more than an annoyance. Some of the other women in the office would laugh about it. Being stuck next to him. Apparently it was a right of passage or something. Come Friday, the women, invite me out for drinks at the bar down the street. I don’t usually engage with coworkers because a)I’m younger (I’m 27), and b)it always finds a way to create drama. But being new and knowing that I had no real plans other than laying on my couch with a bottle of wine and some tv shows…what the hell…
We end up at a nicer place. I feel almost under dressed. Everybody is in suits or power clothes. I was in a pair of dress slacks with a button up floral blouse and a sport coat over it. We grab a bar table and order some glasses of wine. Nothing fancy, I ordered a Chardonnay. The other three ladies start in on my cubicle partner. Laughing as I describe his awful, grating, ego driven volume. They tell me they’ve all been through it. Then the stories start…the one time he had phone sex more or less, the time his mom called, when he broke up with his girlfriend…on and on. Three glasses of Chardonnay in, and I have to pee. I head for the bathroom. It’s towards the back and down the same hallway the servers use for appetizers from the kitchen. There’s one girl waiting, so I stand in line waiting my turn. I had pulled out my phone to check my Facebook when I get bumped and drop it.
He said something along the lines of “I didn’t see you there” or “I guess I missed you”, something stupid to excuse the fact that he bumped me hard enough to make me drop my phone. And he starts trying to chat me up. Just then his friend comes out of the bathroom behind him saying “I think you’ve done enough. Let’s move along.” Before he apologized to me politely with a wink and walked off, pushing his buddy along. I waited my turn, then returned to the table. When I got back, there’s a fresh Chardonnay and the women are all staring at me…”What?” I asked, thinking I had something stuck to me or something. “It’s from him.” Then they point at the friend, who is leaning against the bar and looking at me. He gives a small wave and nods at me. I raised my glass and cheers’d him.
And immediately the questions came in. “Who is he?”, “Do you know him?”, “Why’d he buy you a drink?”, “What happened?”, “Do you think he’s cute?”…in point of fact, he WAS cute. Hot, even. But I really knew nothing about him, not even his name. So ofcourse they took upon themselves to see this through. Our server knew his name, said he was a regular, some hot shot lawyer or something. She seemed irritated that we were asking. But she knew enough about him that I was willing to bet they had fucked. Go figure. He seemed the type. Charming, attractive, somehow mysterious. Anyway, the night rolls on, we drink another glass or two and head for the door. We all steal one last glance at lawyer guy…he sees us and smiles. And just as I’m about to head out the door, I feel a tug on my hand. It’s him. Handing me a bar knack on with his number and name…Tyler. He makes a phone out of his hand and mouths “call me.”
“Oooo!” The ladies are overjoyed. Probably because they’re all in their 50’s and married. Romance is dead. So they have to live vicariously through me. Fortunately one of them is headed my way, and we split an Uber back. I wander up to my apartment, walk in, drop my bag, my coat, tug off my shirt without bothering to pull it right side out and wander into my room. I fall back on the bed and undo my pants. I proceed to kick them off and slide up my bed to my pillows…shit. My phone is in my bag…
I pull my phone out and out falls the knapkin. Tyler. Hmm. I must have laid there for an hour before I finally text him.
“Hey. Glad you caught me on the way out. Would’ve been tough to thank you without a name.”
“It’s you! Yeah, I’m Tyler. But I go by many names.”
“Many names? Like what?”
“You’ll just have to wait and find out.”
“Oh. A mystery…well, goodnight Tyler.”
“Goodnight Princess.”
Princess? The fuck?! Where did he get off calling me princess?! I’m not stuck in some castle tower. I handle my own shit. I pay my own bills. Princess…bye Tyler.
A week or so went by before I heard from him again. And it was literally one word.
“Dinner?”
I pondered it for a day or two. And the ladies at the office asked if I had heard from him. What the hell…live a little.
“Sure. When?”
“Thursday. 7:00PM. Give me your address and I’ll pick you up.”
I didn’t really want to give him my address so I have him the address of the coffee shop two blocks down.
“Good. Wear a black dress and heels.”
Excuse me?! I’ll wear what I want. Thank you very much. But I’ll admit. I was curious. When Thursday rolled around, I had chosen a burgundy cocktail dress. It had a lower neck line and showed off my C’s nicely. Plus there was a high slit on one side that required some work to hide the thong I had chosen. No bra because I didn’t need it. Some double sided tape kept things in place up top. Oh to be young. I chose some black strappy heels, because I wanted something that said fuck me, but also classy. Like classy fuck me.
I hadn’t gotten to the coffee place a minute early and he was there. Right at 7. He waved me over. Hugged me, kissed my cheek, and then whispered in my ear…”I said black.” He pulled back, “No matter, you look stunning.” His car, if you can call it that, was some low to the ground sports car. It made getting in, a bit tricky. I could swear I flashed the coffee shop. He just laughed and shit the door behind me. And off we went. Not to some fancy place. Not to some expensive restaurant. But to his work party. His work’s annual ball. THAT was why he had said black. Speaking of black, he handed me this little black, lacy mask. “You’ll need this.” He said.
We pulled up and got out on to some red carpet. Valet helped me out and took the car and arm in arm, we walked in. The Natural History Museum was all lit up and decorated. I figured Tyler must really be somebody to be invited to this. He handed off our invitation and we were seated. Pretty far back from the stage actually. Maybe I was wrong? We ordered drinks, again wine for me. A few other couples engaged us in conversation, they apparently knew Tyler. We laughed and talked and chatted. The couple next to us kept asking us how we knew each other and whether we were dating. I told them it was our first date and they kind of looked at each other and smiled. Huh…weird. But I payed it no attention.
After drinks and a light dinner there was some dancing. Tyler and I took to the dance floor. Masks on as was required. The other couple from our table was close by. And somehow it felt like the guy and his wife were whispering about us. Tyler wasn’t a great dancer. And after a few songs we went back to the table. A few songs later, the other couples started to return too. Drinks turned into more drinks. Laughs. Conversations. Tyler had since gotten into some conversation about investment futures with one of the other husbands. Leaving me with the whispering couple. They were friendly. Cordial even. And ofcourse we got to chatting about relationships. Another glass of wine and I excuse myself to the restroom. His wife said she would go too since she had also had some drinks. We wandered off to find the bathroom.
It wasn’t particularly crowded. Like I thought it would be. Instead it was just the two of us and another woman. She finished washing her hands and walked out leaving me with the wife. She had taken the stall next to mine and was still chatty. She was especially curious about my relationship with Tyler. Why was this our first date? What did I expect to happen? How was it going so far? I noticed under the stall, she hadn’t dropped any panties and I didn’t hear her pull any up when she stood. Usually you can hear the snap of a g-string or thong when it’s out in place. But it would explain why her perfect ass had no panty lines. When I walked out of my stall she was at the sink, eyeing me through the mirror. “Well? Do you think you’ll hook up with him?” She prodded. “I don’t know. He seems nice, and he brought me here and all. But I don’t know if I’m feeling it yet.” I answered…and as if on cue, she walked right up to me, put her hand around my waist and whispered “What a shame. His loss…”
Now, I know I wasn’t drunk. But in that moment, her power, her confidence, the scent of her, her touch…my head swam. She could see that I was reeling and caught off guard. And like a predator she pushed…”Oh sweetheart. It’s ok. I get it. I was like you once. The world is a confusing place and these young men these days are all over the place.” Before I knew what I was saying I was agreeing with her like I was in a trance..”Yeah, being young is tough these days. It’s all so confusing.” I muttered. “That’s ok. You just need to find somebody to guide you. Somebody to help you make decisions. Somebody to care for you. Wouldn’t that be nice?” She continued. It was like she was speaking directly in my head. Like her voice had broken in and was guiding my thoughts. “Yeah. I mean, I guess. I don’t know. I’m so confused.” I kept stammering answers at her while she slowly pulled me in. Looking directly at her, her piercing blue eyes, her plump red lips…I don’t know what happened next but we started kissing. Slow, exploratory, sensual…after a minute or so, she pulled her lips off mine and whispered in my ear, “It’s ok. We’ve got you. We can help you. Is that what you want?” Without thinking, in a complete stupor, and still drunk from her kiss…”Yes, please?” Was I begging? Was that me? Oh my god. I had to snap out of it…but…I didn’t want to. I wanted so badly to give in. To give myself to this confident, sexy, enticing woman…
“Everything ok?” I heard her husband call from the bathroom doorway? “Yes, Sir, but we should probably make our way home. This young lady has had a change of heart about Tyler and won’t be needing a ride home from him.” God she was so powerful. It felt almost calming to have my mind made up for me. “That’s no worry, she can crash at our place. We can put her up in the guest room.” He answered back. “Aww, that’s no fun.” She giggled as she ran her finger over my lips. I took a heavy breath…fuck I was melting at her touch. With her help, we slipped out the front door and into the back of their rented limo. Her husband popped a bottle of champagne. And poured two glasses that he handed to his wife and I, before pouring one for himself. “To a good time.” He toasted. If I had only known….
When we arrived at their place, this ridiculously large penthouse suite, they immediately opened up all the blinds to show off the immense city view. She fired up the fire place while he went to the fridge for more bubbly. I actually declined because I was trying to keep a clear head. His wife slid over to me, “Oh sweetie, we don’t even know your name.” She cooed at me. “It’s Claire.” I whispered. “What’s that?” Her husband asked? “It’s Claire.” I said a bit louder. “Good.” He answered. Strange. Good? For my name? Or was he praising me for answering? So confused. “Well Claire. You and I had a moment didn’t we?” His wife giggled. “I’m Celest. And this is my husband, Henry.” She continued. “And you are our guest here.” She finished. AHEM! Henry interrupted. “Yes, sorry Sir.” She said. Henry stepped in, “Claire, you are our guest here. Anything and everything is yours to enjoy. Let us know when you’d like to return home and we can arrange for that as well. But for now, if you’d like, there’s a room here for you.” So Henry was the true power. This confident and powerful and sexy woman, gave way to him. Interesting. My curiosity was on tilt. I hadn’t noticed Celest slide up behind me. When she ran her finger nails up my back, I shivered. She giggled some more as she spun me around to face her. Once again, her tongue was exploring my mouth. I didn’t know what to do so I ran my hands over her body. Her perfectly curved and formed body. Suddenly there was another set of hands on me. Henry. He was caressing my neck and slowly running his hands up and down my sides and hips. Celest put one of her heels up on the chair next to her…her dress hiking up her thigh…her pussy exposed…with a slight pressure on my shoulders, I could feel myself being guided down to it….
I should have protested. I should’ve stood up and walked out. I should have run…but I couldn’t. My brain was on fire and I just filled myself with lust for this woman…I slowly sank to my knees and let the hand in my hair guide me to that beautiful slit between her thighs. I licked it and circled it. I could feel her clit swell under my tongue. I looked up to see her and Henry kissing. Which only served to turn me on more. I grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy into my face. Her muffled moans pushed me further. Her hand buried in my hair began to clench. I circled her clit over and over. Her cries became screams in Henry’s mouth, before she broke away to look down at me lapping at her. The eye contact from me was all it took. She threw her head back and came on my face. I could feel her pussy contracting under my tongue. After it subsided, she stood me up, my chin and cheeks shiny with her…and when I thought she was going to kiss me, she spun me to face her husband. “Good girl.” He coped. Running his hand down my cheek before he kissed me deeply. Tasting her, tasting him, tasting all of us…my head swam. My mind went blank and melted. I sank into his arms. He slipped a hand under the shoulder of my dress. One side fell off the shoulder, then the other, then there I was. I’m his arms. In nothing but a black lace thong and some heels. He bent down and grabbed the back of my thighs, lifting me into his arms. He started carrying me deeper into their lair…I could hear Celest’s heels on the floor behind us. I never looked. I never stopped kissing him. Soon I was thrown onto a bed. I took in my surroundings. A dark room, dark colored walls. A four post bed. Not much else.
Henry started undressing. Celest laid on the bed next to me, still in her dress. She started tracing shapes on my skin. Her fingernails lightly running across my breasts and down my stomach. Skipping over the area of me that was absolutely on fire and instead skipping to my thighs. Ugh. I needed touch. Henry had stripped to his boxer briefs and was caressing my legs. He began to kiss my inner thigh, then he nosed me through my panties. All I wanted was for him to rip them from me and fuck me until my eyes rolled back. But instead he teased. He took his time. At last he finally pulled them aside and ran his tongue over me. I shuddered in delight. Celest made a shhh sign with her her finger over her mouth. “If you squeal, scream, or cry out…I start all over.” Henry said. “Okay.” I said. “Excuse me?!” He replied. Celest whispered in my ear, “It’s always yes or no. And refer to him as Sir or Daddy. Got it?” “Yes, Daddy.” I said. “Good girl.”…
I don’t know why I had chosen Daddy. I didn’t have Daddy issues. I had a good relationship with my father. My mother was a different story. But instinctively my brain had gone straight to Daddy. Henry peeled my panties down my legs and began devouring me. It felt like there were two mouths. Yet when I peered down between my breasts and thighs…there he was. Looking right back at me as he explored me. I could feel it building. I could sense it coming. It wouldn’t be long before his talented mouth had me dripping with want. And when Celest attached her mouth to my nipple and began teasing, it was too much. I came all over Henry’s chin. Fuck he was too good at that. He kissed Celest to more or less licked me from his face. She looked at me with a fierce stare and said, “You taste amazing.”
Henry had lined himself up between my thighs. Aiming his erect cock straight at me…and I simply couldn’t refuse. My brain had long since melted away. I wasn’t Claire anymore, I was their fuck toy. To do with as they pleased. My pussy was on fire. So was hers, and I needed all of it. Henry entered me slowly. At first, he was deceiving. Not all the way in. So when he buried it to the hilt, I was shocked. I had never felt so full. It was like he was touching everything at once. Fuck was he big. And long. He was stretching my little pussy out like pulling a rubber band. But fuck it was so good. I threw my head back trying not to make a sound. I covered my mouth so as not to scream. But I couldn’t help it. “Shhh. Let me help.” Celest said as she lowered herself onto my face. Fuck. I was lost. Lost to these two. Lost to her beautiful vagina and it’s soft lips. Lost to Henry and his magic mouth and giant cock. Lost to this couple that had so cleverly taken me…I was mindless. I was theirs. I wanted to live only to serve their pleasures. To be theirs. To be owned by them.
They fucked me every way imaginable that night. Celest even strapped up and fucked me too. I lost count of how many times I came for them. I remember waking up between them and feeling safe. I remember Henry’s look when I lowered myself onto him in the middle of the night. I remember her face when she saw me riding her husband to orgasm. Like she was proud. It’s been six months now. The next day I signed a contract agreeing to be their “guest”. But we all know what I am. I live only to please them. And in return I want for nothing. We’ve talked about letting Henry get me pregnant, but I don’t know yet. Last week he had friends over from out of town and asked that I entertained them as well. That was fun. And I don’t know if I want to give that up. I live being a mindless plaything. It makes me happy. No decisions. No choices. Only orders to follow and orgasms to be had…this is my life.
