Wrong Daddy, Right Orgasm(1) 💦

Chapter 3

Cat’s POV

Four days before Marcus comes back from his business trip.

But I couldn't wait anymore.

I was sexually starved.

My kitty was practically weeping and starving, waiting to be touched and manhandled by its owner’s meat.

My pussy throbbed achingly like a wound that refused to close. I hadn't had sex for a good three months.

And it was starting to take a toll on my body.

I had thought of even having a one-night stand with a random guy on the road just to ease that ache.

Yeah, that's how bad it was.

But I couldn't cheat on Marcus.

Not after everything we've been through and built together.

“Sex toy it isss… again,” I heaved, clearly disappointed.

Within these past months, I had gotten a whole lot of toys that were even enough to start a whole new sex shop.

Just kidding though, but I had a whole lot.

I walked towards the wardrobe to pick a bright pink vibrator and a black six inch dildo.

It reminded me of him.

Was about to spread extra duvets to prevent the bed from getting soaked by the mess I was about to make when a call came in.

It was mom.

“Ahh…what now,” I cussed as I picked up the phone.

“Catherine…” mom’s sultry voice sounded from the other side. “Even if you couldn’t attend my wedding, at least you should come and have dinner with us.”

I froze mid-step, picking up the pink vibrator. The ache between my legs pulsed harder at the interruption.

My pussy was personally offended that someone dared to stop the relief.

“Mom…hi,” my voice came out heavier than I had expected. I cleared my throat before speaking again. “I’ve been meaning to call, and work's been tough lately, even Marcus is still away on that trip.”

“Really? He should’ve been back though.”

“He called yesterday and told he wouldn’t be back soon,” I sighed as I plumped onto the bed, spreading my legs wide open to see my pussy pulsing.

“Anyways that’s great, you can come have dinner with us tomorrow,” she squealed. “And by the way, Sebastian told me that you’ve been in touch, it’s great that you’re forming a bond with your new dad.”

Right….Sebastian.

The hunk mom married. I couldn’t understand why she had remarried after ten years and to top it off, she married a man she was old enough to give birth to.

For him to have agreed, he was either a golddigger or just blind.

Yeah I’m happy for my mom but a 23 years old guy and a 52 years old woman?

WOW.

“Catherine? You still there?” I had totally forgotten that I was on a call.

“Yes mom. I’d be there tomorrow. I gotta go now. Bye.” I ended the call before she could get another word in.

I tossed the phone on the bed and stared at the toys in my hand. A vibrator and a dildo that curved just like Marcus when he was really worked up.

I turned on the vibrator moving it closer to my clit. A moan escaped my mouth as my pussy gushed out juices making a squelch sound.

My mind suddenly drifted to Sebastian.

I wondered how mom would be able to satisfy a young man like him. We had chatted twice but it was weird.

It felt so… absurd to be speaking to my agemate who I’d soon be calling Dad.

I saved his name as Daddy, either way.

Really cheeky.

My pussy throbbed as if trying to remind me that we had some unfinished business.

I turned on the vibrator to 50% and kept rubbing it on my clit.

Wait!

One more thing.

I apologized to my pussy like it was human.

“I should make a video for Marcus,” I whispered.

I took my phone and placed it on the pillow, checking if the angle really showed my body properly.

And it was perfect.

I clicked record and lay down using my elbows to support myself and turned on the vibrator again.

I used it to massage my clit in a circular motion which earned a moan from my mouth.

“Oh Marcus, this is how I feel whenever you’re far from me.” My breath hitched as I kept circling my clit, slow deliberate loops that made my hips twitch upwards like they were chasing something deeper.

The camera caught everything; the way my thighs trembled, the slick coating my folds to how my pussy lips parted greedily every time the toy grazed my entrance.

Juices kept leaking out in little pulses, dripping down to my ass hole which was visibly clenching on the camera. The duvets I had stacked were damp already. But I didn’t care. I let it soak. Let Marcus see the evidence of how badly I needed him.

I slid the vibrator lower, teasing my opening and dipping just the tip inside. A low throaty moan ripped through me.

“Fuck daddy… see how wet I am for you? Three months, three fucking months and I’m still this tight, still this desperate for your cock.”

My free hand moved up to pinch my nipple, hard enough to send a shock that made me jolt to the core.

My walls clenched around nothing, aching to be filled. I glanced at the black dildo lying beside me on the pillow. Six inches. Thick. Curved. Not quite Marcus, but close enough to trick my body for the main time.

I set the vibrator aside for a second, still vibrating on my thigh and grabbed the dildo, slicking it with my own mess and coating it till it glistened like his dick after he had been inside me. I angled my hips towards the camera, spreading my legs wider making my pussy clenching show.

“Wish this was you,” I whispered, my voice already cracking. I pressed the head against my entrance, teasing, circling. “I wish you were here stretching me…uh…pounding me…calling me your good girl while you fill me up.”

I pushed it in slowly, inch by inch. The stretch burned so good my eyes fluttered shut for a second. It started going in, deeper and deeper till it was touching my womb. I let out a shaky gasp.

“God…yes, just like that daddy.”

I started with light thrusts at first, then deeper, my hips bucking to meet each stroke. The wet squelch filled the room, loud and filthy. My second hand found the vibrator again, cranking it up to my clits.

Double stimulation. No mercy.

“Oh fuck…Marcus… right there-” My voice dissolved into whimpers. My mind suddenly slipped back again, to Sebastian.

The thought of him made my stomach flip even though I hated myself for it. Could mom keep up with his energy? Or maybe she didn't have to try hard. Maybe she rode him slow and deep while he gripped her hips like he owned her.

The thought hit me like lightning. My pussy clamped down hard on the dildo.

No. Stop. That's wrong.

But my body didn't listen. The fantasy twisted; Sebastian’s hands instead of Marcus’s, his younger, harder thrusts, his voice younger and rougher while calling me something dirty while mom slept in the next room.

Forbidden. Slick and hot.

I fucked myself faster. Harder. The vibrator mashed against my clit until stars burst behind my eyelids.

“I'm gonna come…fuck daddy… I’m gonna squirt thinking about you…”

I didn't say whose name. Didn't want to know.

“Aaaah….”

The orgasm crashed through me like a wave. My back arched off the bed, thighs shaking violently with a gush of my wetness soaking my hand, the dildo, and the sheets.

I kept thrusting through it, milking every spasm and moaning brokenly into the camera until I collapsed back, my chest heaving heavily with my skin slick with sweat.

The phone kept recording, the red light blinking.

I stared at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above me, my heart still hammering between my legs.

Four days until I see Marcus.

I sighed, stretching lazily to pick up my phone. I clicked on stop and then scrolled to daddy in my contacts and hit send.

“I can't wait to have that big dick of yours inside of me daddy…see you soon.”

Then I flopped back, still leaking.

A nagging urge pulled me to check my chats, but tiredness took over. Sleep crept in while Marcus filled my thoughts.

A part of me wished the chats had won.