Help, daddy! (2)

ANDY’S POV

“I’m sure that is your mother.” My stepfather said, oblivious to the panic that was rolling within me.

If that was my mother at the door, then I was as good as dead.

I was already nineteen, but my mother would never hear the word boy from my mouth. Her rules were that until I was twenty or living independently, I had no business following men around. If she found out that I was using a sex toy to pleasure myself, I was dead meat.

“Let me get her. I'm sure she will know what to do,” Danny said. He disappeared through the door before I even had the chance to air my opinion.

I clasped my head in my hands, already preparing my mind for the backlash I knew was going to come. I clenched my pussy again, trying to feel the darn object that put me in the calamity I was drowning in. Danny returned just then, but instead of my mother, his best friend, Marcus, who happened to be a doctor, walked in with him. 

“I heard there is uhm…” the man trailed off, his eyes darting straight to my cunt. He cleared his throat twice before he picked up from where he stopped. “A bit of an emergency.” His voice was hoarse and lost. He inched closer to where I sat at the edge of the bed, still too stunned to speak. 

“Lie down.” He commanded softly.

I did as he instructed.

“Your legs apart, please.” His voice had gone from the usual deep baritone to soft. His hands parted my legs, prying them open for his viewing pleasure. “So, your daddy told me you've been a bad girl.” He murmured. 

“Can you get it out?” My stepfather asked before I could speak up.

“I should,” Marcus responded confidently. His fingers invaded my pussy just then, stretching me beyond limit. He poked around for about a minute before he pulled his fingers out. 

“Ouch,” I cried at the sudden pain that ate me up. Just then, Marcus raised his hand, bringing the ball into view. I sighed in relief, my mind finally settling. I pushed up, ready to grab my clothes to cover up. 

Marcus pushed me back softly to the bed. “I need to make sure you didn't sustain any injury.” He murmured.

My stepfather came beside me on the bed, plopped his behind down, and threaded his fingers through my dishevelled strands.

“Let him check, honey.” He coaxed me.

I blushed but did as he instructed. I lay down, giving the doctor space once again. I felt his finger prodding into me, gently, searching. I closed my eyes too shy to look at either of the men. I frowned when the finger began to stroke me in a ‘come-here’ manner - a far cry from checking for an injury. A moan escaped from my throat before I could stop it.

“How does it feel?” Marcus asked.

I opened my eyes and saw him licking his lower lip with his tongue.

“What are you doing?” I asked with a frown.

“Disciplining you for being such a bad child.” He moaned.

“How dare you!” I cursed at him. I shot up, ready to slap his hand away. Two strong hands gripped mine, halting my action. I turned my head to the side to stare at Danny, disbelief clouding my face.

“Take it.” The man muttered. His voice was hoarse.

Marcus pushed another finger into me then and increased the tempo. I opened my mouth to say something - a curse, a protest, a threat - but only a moan slipped out. Marcus leaned down and clasped his mouth over my clitoris. I lost all sense of reasoning just then. 

“Yesss,” I moaned, arching my body upward.

“Is it nice?” My stepfather asked. His erection pushed against my hair.

I nodded my head, too lost in ecstasy to respond.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Marcus asked.

Again, I nodded my head in response.

“Say it,” Marcus commanded. He pinched my clitoris, driving me insanely over the edge.

“Please fuck me,” I pleaded as my body began to vibrate.

“There’s a good girl.” My stepfather moaned. He grabbed one of my breasts and began to fondle it, driving me further over the edge.

“Yeeesss… fuuuucckkk…” I moaned as Marcus's thick length pushed into me even as I was still climaxing.

He moved slowly at first, building more pleasure in me. I closed my eyes, pleasure soaking me up.

“Oh, yes,” Marcus moaned. He licked his palm and slapped the wet hand over my pussy wall. 

I whimpered from the intensity of the pleasure shaking me.

“You like being fucked?” Danny asked.

“Yes,” I moaned in response.

“Look at your daddy and tell him what a bad girl you've been,” Marcus instructed.

I turned my head slightly until I was staring at my stepfather.

“Daddy, I'm sorry.” I moaned out.

Marcus grabbed my legs, hoisted them up at his shoulder, bent himself slightly to the side, and continued to fuck me mercilessly.

My stepfather inched closer until our faces were only a few centimeters apart. “Is your sex toy better than this?’’ He murmured.

“No, daddy,” I rolled my head around the bed.

“Will you go back to it?" Marcus asked. He grabbed me by the waist, swerved me around until my back was to him, then he shoved his cock back into my pussy.

“Yes, fuck me like the damn bitch I am,” I pleaded. I slowly twerked my hips, swallowing the length wholly. “I am going to… cum!” I informed the man.

Marcus slammed into me in one fluid motion, throwing me over the edge.

My body spasmed, just as Marcus pulled his dick out of my cunt. 

“Oh, shit,” he muttered, slapping the cock on my clit. I felt his hot ejaculation seeping onto my back. “Good girl.” He breathed with a chuckle.

I smiled at him, watching as he began to adjust his prick back into his trousers. My stepfather kissed my temple before he stood up. His hard-on was visible for anyone to see.

“Dress up. Mummy will soon be home.’ He instructed.

“It was a pleasure helping out,” Marcus said, his eyes still eating up my body. 

I relaxed my body on the bed, my feet too wobbly to move.

“This is all our little secret, right?” My stepfather asked.

I nodded grimly at him.