A Bad, Dirty Girl

After my rendezvous with my boss, I still had to go visit Jonah, my fathers boss.

He had given me the key to his private apartment and asked me to wait there for him. And as a good little girl, I made sure I was there.

“You’ve been a good girl for me, right, princess?” Daddy asked through the phone.

      I laid on his large bed, kicking my legs back and forth, trying to ease the ache that had lingered between them since my boss fucked the daylight out of me.

I needed my pussy to breathe and be tight again for daddy, so as I waited, I practiced my kegal exercise. Clenching my pussy walls and counting how long I can hold it there.

night when he denied me orgasm after orgasm and promised me that if I could hold off until tonight that he would reward me with something extra special.

      “Yes, Daddy.” I hopped off of the bed and walked to the windows, gazing down at all the tiny cars from his penthouse. “Will you be home soon? It’s late.”

      He chuckled lowly. “I’ll be home soon. Have you been waiting all day for me?”

      “All I can think about is you,” I said, whimpering. “All day.”

      “Good,” he said. “I have your surprise with me, but I need you to be sitting on our bed, facing toward the window, in the sexy lingerie set you picked out last weekend when I get home. Do you understand, princess?”

      “I understand.”

      I waited just as he wanted me. Dressed in my lingerie with a silky black robe, gazing out the window at the sparkling city lights, trying to calm my racing heart.

When the front door opened, I pressed my knees together. He was here.

I listened to movement through the penthouse and nearly shuddered when he opened our bedroom door.

      “Princess,” he said. He crawled onto the bed, took off his tie, and placed it around my eyes. Then, he took my hands, leading me around the bed, and placed a kiss on my cheek from behind. “Kneel,” Daddy said, pressing a hand against my shoulder.

      I knelt in front of him, my heart racing for my reward. All I had been thinking about was him plunging himself inside of me. In my mouth, in my ass, in my pussy, I didn’t care. I just wanted to wrap myself around him as he pumped in and out, so I could please him.

He grasped on to my chin and lifted. “You didn’t come when I was gone today?”

I gazed up at pure darkness through my blindfold and shook my head. “No, Daddy. I’ve been a good girl.”

      He paused for a moment, untying the black silk robe he bought me last week, and let it fall open, revealing the little set of lingerie that barely covered my breasts.

      Daddy took my hand and placed it on his hard cock through his suit pants. “Do you like that, princess?” he asked, but he sounded so distant.

 I nodded my head up at him, my pussy clenching. “Please don’t make me wait any longer. I’ve been a good girl, waiting all day for you.” I rubbed my hand up and down his length, just wanting to take off his pants and grip it in my hand, wrap my lips around it.

Daddy grabbed my other hand in his. “Do you like this?” He placed it on another set of pants, and I tensed.

      “Daddy?” I asked, nervous. “Daddy? Who is...” I pulled my hands away and tore off my blindfold.

Staring down at me was Daddy and a man with dark, sinister brown eyes.

My cheeks flushed, and I stumbled to my feet.

Daddy cleared his throat, clenched his jaw, and shook his head at me in disappointment. “I didn’t tell you to stand, Kiara.”

I glanced between the two men, then knelt again. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Though I stared up at Daddy, I could feel the other man staring at me, taking me in, his gaze drifting from my lips to my barely covered breasts to my black lacy panties. Who was … he? Why did Daddy bring him here, knowing that I would look like this?

      “This is Benjamin Mathews, CEO of Risque Inc.” daddy stepped closer and crouched next to me, resting his hand on my thigh. “You will address him as Mr. Mathews.”

      “Why is … Mr. Mathews here?” I asked, feeling too exposed but loving the way his dark eyes were devouring my body.

      Daddy dipped his hand between my legs and rubbed my clit through my panties. A wave of pleasure coursed through my body. I had been waiting for him for hours.

      “Mr. Mathews and I were talking business earlier today, and you came up.” He slipped his fingers under my panties and touched my wetness. “You’re so pretty, Kiara. I plan to share you with him,” he said. He brushed his thumb against my bottom lip and made me gaze up at him. “You're daddy's good slut. So that's not going to be a problem. Would it?"

My pussy clenched, and I gazed at Mr. Mathews, who was slowly unbuttoning his shirt. The moonlight flooded in through the window, hitting his striking facial features...from his sharp jaw to those piercing eyes. I gulped and pressed my knees together.

      “Don’t make me ask you again,” Daddy said.

      I parted my lips. “Yes,” I said quietly. Out of the three years that I’d been with Daddy, he never brought anyone else home and into our bedroom. We always met them outside.

      “Yes?” he asked, voice hardening. “Princess, you know that’s not how you answer me. Don’t make me punish you in front of Mr. Mathews.”

      I gazed down at the ground. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Mathews tugged off his shirt and tossed it onto the bed, like he owned the place, and walked toward us.

Daddy gazed at me, his lips curling. “Now, do you want your reward?”

I glanced between him and Mr. Mathews, clenching my pussy. He was my reward.

They were my reward. For being a good girl and saving myself for them to take any way that they wanted. I nodded my head.

      “Words,” daddy said.

      “Yes, please.”

      He grasped my hand, placing it on Mathews’s leg and watching me.

I stared up at Mathews, my heart pounding against my chest, and slowly inched my way up his thigh until I reached the front of his pants. His cock was pressed against his gray suit pants, creating an outline.

I pressed my lips against his head through the material, wanting, needing, begging for him to take them off.

“What do you say?” Mathews asked me.

I rubbed him harder through his pants. “Please, Mr. Mathews, give me your cock.”

      He glanced over at daddy, smirking, unbuttoned his pants, and placed his dick against my lips. He pushed it inside of me and all the way down my throat until my lips were pressed against his hips. “Fuck,” he said to daddy. “You didn’t tell me she could deep-throat.”