Sugar Daddies

by Jade West

“Fuck, Katie,” he rasped underneath me. “I love the way you feel. I fucking love the way you feel.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and he held me to him, guided my head to rest on his shoulder as Carl appeared between my legs. He slapped the head of his dick against my clit. Thump, thump, thump. “You’ve a beautiful cunt,” he said. “A beautiful pussy for a beautiful girl. You’re beautiful through and through, Katie. One day I’ll show you how beautiful you look when you’re spread wide open.” “Stretch me,” I said, and my voice was low and thick. “Please stretch me big enough for two. I want two.” “This might hurt a little,” he said. “Breathe.” It hurt a little. Quite a little. Hurt enough that I grimaced as Carl pressed his monster cock to Rick’s and pushed his way into the same hole. My pussy didn’t take him easy, not even after everything I’d taken already. “Ow,” I hissed. Carl paused, stared at me, and his eyes were beautiful. “I can stop,” he said. “We can take more time.” I shook my head. “No,” I said. “I want you in me. Now!” “Ok,” he said. “Take it… take me…” He pushed, and it hurt. He leveraged his weight on mine, and on Rick underneath me, and I was pinned. Pinned tight between two hot bodies, two grunting men. He pushed until he sank inside, and fuck how I stretched.

I could feel them, two big dicks pressed tight, moving together as Rick began to thrust under me. I could hear their balls slapping, feel the pressure of two cocks grinding. It felt insane, insanely good. “We’re in,” Carl said. “Both of us. Good girl, good fucking girl.” I grinned, delirious. “Yes… oh yes…” He kissed me and I kissed him back, and I was no longer scared of Carl Brooks. I was crazy for Carl Brooks’ body. His cock. His brusqueness and his dry charm and his bossy manner. I was crazy for Carl Brooks. And I adored Rick. I adored the press of his lips to my cheek. I adored the way he held me tight as they fucked me, wrapped his arms around me and gripped me and kissed me and made me feel so special. It was painful, and brutal, and the noises were disgustingly wet and squelchy, but it was beautiful. It was oddly romantic. It was passionate. It was everything I’d ever dreamed. Carl broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to Rick’s and they smiled at each other. They kissed so tenderly that it took my breath, and I wrapped my arms around Carl’s neck and pulled him close.

“Fill her up,” Rick whispered, and there was a desperation in it. “Do it. Fill that pussy right up. All the fucking way, Carl.” Carl’s breath quickened, and they lost their coordination, a free for all of thrusting dick inside me, and I bounced between them, taking it all with a grin on my face that wouldn’t leave. “Fill her, Carl. Do it. I’m coming, I’m coming, too.” They came hard. Deep. They came so hard I flushed with pride. Carl’s eyes darkened as he caught his breath, and there was a steel about him. A hardness to his tone that cut through the haze. They pulled out slowly and I yelped. Empty. I felt empty. And sore. I felt the wetness dripping out of me. “We’re going to fill that horny little cunt full of cum,” Carl whispered. “Going to unload all the way inside you, until you’re f...

I slipped out of bed and pulled on some boxers, then went to the balcony doors to let some cool air in, but Katie slipped out after me. Her wince as she got to her feet didn’t escape me. As much of a travesty as it was to cover her nakedness, I handed her the shirt I’d discarded, and she pulled it on, buttoned it up just enough to hide her modesty, and then she went outside. I slid the door closed behind us. “Wow,” she said. “This is amazing.” “Yes. It is.” She was looking at the sea, but I was looking at her. The messy cascade of blonde down her back, her eyes in the morning light. “How are you feeling? Are you… sore?” She smiled. “I feel like someone shoved a boot up my pussy and kicked my ovaries. Repeatedly. Clodhoppers, with steel toecaps.” “Sorry about that.” “I’m pretty sure I’ve got internal bleeding.” But she was laughing. “If I slip into unconsciousness, please call me an ambulance. It will likely be my womb falling out of the gaping hole you guys left me with.” “Maybe we should give you danger money. For the risk.” But I was laughing, too. “I just hope my bits go back together again.” She grinned and her eyes were sparkling. “I’m too young for a saggy pussy.”

“I’ll introduce you right now,” he said, and my stomach lurched. Torn jeans suddenly seemed such a stupid idea. I wanted to bail, say I’d come back tomorrow, at least wear something that looked like less of a teenage middle finger to an arrogant sack of shit father, but I didn’t have time. He was already on the phone, instructing someone in. “Please,” he said. “My daughter, yes. She’s ready to meet the team, I thought you could… Thanks, right.” My stupid father smiled like the cat who’d got the cream, grinning away until there was a rap at the door. He stood, smoothed down his tie, and I wished I was in any other clothes than these. I folded my arms across the stupid slogan on my chest, and looked at the table top. “Katie,” he said as the door opened. “I’m very pleased to introduce you to the head of the Favcom internship programme. The best of the very best. Your mentor for the next six months.” I think it was the scent. Or the size of the shadow. Or maybe that prickly sixth sense that gives you goosebumps. My eyes moved up slowly, and my heart was racing. Thumping. My heart knew. Bay leaf green eyes were staring, wide, a steel jaw gritted hard. Killer angles. Tailored suit. Those bay leaf eyes stared right at me, and I stared right back. And I could have died. “Carl,” my father said. “I’d like you to meet my daughter, Katie.” My father smiled at me, oblivious, entirely oblivious. “Katie,” he said. “I’d like you to meet Carl Brooks. The best of the very best.” Oh fuck.