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This is a continuation of Part 1 and will make more sense if you’ve read that already, but you can probably get by if you want to. It does provide a bit of backstory for our heroes and explain how they found themselves in their current position: two lovers, each married to someone else, hoping to conceive a baby together. There’s some romance and love here, but don’t worry — they also fuck.
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Aubrey woke in the small hours of the morning, naked under the hotel sheets and with Daddy’s flaccid cock pressed tightly against her ass. Her head was resting on his outstretched arm; the other arm was wrapped protectively around her waist, his hand gentle on her belly.
Pleased, she sighed contentedly and settled herself in more securely against him. There were a million things wrong with what was happening. For starters, she had a husband and two wonderful young children at home who were the light of her life. She loved her husband deeply. And here she was in bed with Daddy, his cum already inside of her. If they got their wish, his baby would soon be growing in her belly. It was their baby really — both of theirs — but thinking of it as Daddy’s baby is what made Aubrey’s heart race and pussy leak. She wanted him to have everything, from the tips of her long dark hair to the depths of her womb.
It was all a terrible mess. The strange part, though, was that she didn’t feel worried by any of this. She knew objectively that it was a collision course, an impossible situation, that it couldn’t last without changing everything. But she just didn’t care. It’s not that she was self-destructive or hated her life. It was simply that being Daddy’s was the most important thing to her, and she felt deep down that it would all be fine. She didn’t know how, exactly, but she was sure of this. She would have bet her life on it; she kind of was already.
Aubrey closed her eyes and snuggled back into Daddy, her mind drifting off to the incredible year they had spent together. It all started with a simple message…
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His post on the message board had been simple and honest. He liked having control, he liked helping people, and he had a considerable sexual appetite that might line up well with her own. He had of course dressed all of this up in prettier language, but not so ornate as to be pretentious. It was a simple (and in Aubrey’s mind, brave) post, seeking a partner to talk with and maybe more. She was a little older than his desired age range — by just a year or two — but figured it was worth a shot. The language spoke of confidence, of knowing himself, and of offering what she needed.
Aubrey was, in her heart of hearts, submissive. No, that wasn’t quite right. She was *a* submissive. People in her day to day life didn’t try to steamroll her, and she wouldn’t have let them even if they’d given it their best effort. In the bedroom, though, she derived her greatest pleasures through acts of service and obedience. Well, maybe not strictly within the bedroom — she did have an exhibitionist streak — but bedroom-related.
Her husband tried to indulge her — and she loved him for it — but it just wasn’t in him. She had long suspected that there’s simply an *it* that people either have or don’t that makes them submissive or dominant. She had one *it* and, from her reading of his post, it seemed like the anonymous poster had the other kind of *it.* She sent him a message, answering his honesty with her own: she was a little older than he was, married, children, the whole nine. She was intrigued by his message, liked giving up control, here’s what she looks like, etc. etc. etc.
There had been dalliances in the past, including a few that took place online. A few in the flesh too. The online ones usually flamed out quickly, so she didn’t think too hard about it and pressed send on her message. Her exhibitionist streak meant there were a few photos of her on her profile already (hiding her face, naturally) so he could take a look if he wanted and she’d see what came her way. At least she had been honest in her description.
When the first message pinged back her way she wasn’t euphoric or rapturous or any of the other silly things that would make a fairy tale story. She was pleased, of course, that he’d decided to answer her, but expectations were low. Then they started talking.
And God, was it easy. They messaged back and forth online, innocent enough with hints of lust boiling under the surface. He liked what she liked; she liked what he liked. They even worked in roughly the same field, though not especially near each other geographically. She found herself pouring out her thoughts and her truth to him, her nervousness eroded each time he accepted what she said and wasn’t put off by any of it. She could be herself. Easy, simple, free.
Within a day he was calling her petnames in their messages (with her permission of course, ever the gentleman). It was a few days later that he asked how she felt about calling samsun seks hikayeleri him Daddy. She said yes without a second thought. This was one of many surprises Aubrey experienced; it was a name she’d never used for anyone before, and to be honest she thought it was kind of cliche and a little icky. For goodness sake, she had children who called their real father daddy.
But this was different. She’d messaged him because she thought they might get along well as friends and explore some fun online together. It wasn’t much, but digital play could scratch the itch of her submissiveness at least a little. As they’d talked, though, she found herself really liking him, admiring him. He made her feel accepted, safe, and warm.
When he teased her or drew out yet another shameful confession, she could feel herself shrinking a little bit, feeling small in front of the authority figure who loomed over her. She had always desired to please her partners, but now she found pleasure in being known for who she was. Each time she was more of herself — her real self — she found nothing but loving acceptance. It was an easy decision, really, and from that day forward he had been Daddy in her mind.
They talked and talked, but they didn’t just talk. Two weeks after the first message she was heading to a family wedding with a glorious secret: Daddy had asked her to wear a buttplug. She’d always loved anal whenever she was lucky enough to get it, and this wasn’t exactly new territory for her. What was new was the thrill of doing it for Daddy around friends and family, and she found herself giggling like a schoolgirl the whole night, dashing to the bathroom or quiet corners just to message him or take a quick picture.
She took a lot of pictures and videos for him, all of which pleased him. She was still being careful, but the trust was there and growing by the day. She knew Daddy would never do anything to harm her.
So they grew together day by day. He was her first thought in the morning and last thought before sleep. And good lord did he make her cum. Daddy had the perfect knack for knowing what she wanted and needed, and she was always eager to be a good girl for him. She had never been especially patient, but Daddy often made her wait to orgasm until she was practically in tears from her need.
He teased her throughout the day, sending her sweet little nothings designed for the purpose of keeping her on edge in the best way. When they could steal a little time here or there everything was just right, and she’d cum for him as much as she had for anybody in her life. In less time than she would have thought possible she was thinking of Daddy while having sex with her husband.
Eventually Daddy made another request, which she didn’t quite understand. She knew she’d already told him that she thought of him as she drifted off each night, but he wanted her to do something specific: Daddy asked her to fall asleep each night with her hand between her legs, cupping her sex. The first few nights she did it and found herself thinking of Daddy, and therefore horny (she suspected this was what he wanted).
Over time, though, she found it comforting. As she crawled into bed each evening and slid a hand between her legs she thought of Daddy. It felt right that his hand should be there even when he couldn’t be, covering and protecting her and letting her feel that her body was his. Daddy called it “holding him in,” and she liked it.
The I-love-yous followed shortly after. She said it first, which she thought very brave. She was proud of herself for taking the step. It was obvious to them both that something very real was developing here, from what had started as an online — no, a *potential* online — tryst. Daddy became her rock, her steadying presence that let the rest of her normal life flow smoothly. No matter what she needed he was there. She was safe with him, his darling little girl.
This safety gave her the security she needed to let her submissive side out fully with him. She did things she’d never dared to do or even mention to another partner. Nobody had ever degraded her like Daddy did, and she loved every minute of it. The aftercare was always there, but in the moment she was sometimes so ashamed of what she was doing that tears sprang to her eyes; Daddy said she looked pretty when she cried and kept on going. It was incredibly freeing to lose herself in submission and service, and she craved it. The first time Daddy told her he wanted to spit in her face and then slap her, she cried. Then she came so hard she saw stars, and told Daddy that she loved him.
Nothing was too much for Daddy; she wanted him to have it all. He took such good care of her that her normal life was going better than ever. There was no money or anything else material: it was simply the case that Daddy’s support and instruction allowed and encouraged her to be her very best self. He was like her therapist and life coach and lover all wrapped into one, with the added bonus of sometimes giving her a good, hard fucking if she’d earned it.
Their first meeting in person had been electric. They’d met at the cocktail lounge of a hotel, both knowing but neither ready to say why that was the perfect place. They’d discussed in-person limits. He’d told her he insisted on using protection, which suited them both just fine. Her nerves were buzzing as she’d put on a slinky little dress that made her feel entirely un-momlike — a delightful change of pace — and she sat in her car for five minutes before going just to steady her heartbeat.
Then their eyes met. Daddy was sitting at a cocktail table smiling at her like she was the only thing in the world worth seeing and all her fears dissolved. She walked towards him grinning like an idiot as he stood up and opened his arms to her; Aubrey threw herself into them, letting him hold her off the ground as she buried her face in his neck. He set her back down on the ground and they kissed, gently. He was the first to pull away, but the little squeeze he gave her as he did promised more, and soon.
Cocktail chatter was just as easy as online chatter. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so alive, so beautiful, so wanted, so at home. She decided then and there that she was Daddy’s as long as he would have her.
And have her he would. After a few drinks each they shared a lingering look across the table, then both stood up. It was time for Daddy to have her in person for the first time.
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Aubrey awoke to Daddy kissing her ear. She was under the hotel sheets again, soft morning light filtering in through the linen curtains of the balcony window. She felt his erection pressing more insistently against her ass now, and the thrill and shame of what they had done last night came rushing back to her. Had she really let him do that? Had he really wanted to? He knew how quickly she had conceived her first two children, and here she was, right around her ovulation time, having taken all of Daddy’s cum inside her last night.
There was a real chance that even as she lay there her ovum was being met by Daddy’s sperm. Clinical, cold language in her thoughts, but no less sexy for it. She realized then that she was thinking about the actual, biological process of conception. She shivered a little, and Daddy knew she was awake.
“Good morning sweet thing” he whispered softly into her ear, before giving it a little nip and moving his kisses down to the side of her neck. His hand was playing idly in her hair as it so often did — Daddy loved her hair, especially disheveled as it was now.
She giggled like a woman half her age at the little bite on her earlobe.
“Good morning Daddy!” she chirped back, as she had in one form or another for the last year. Her chirp turned into a soft little *oomph* as she felt his hand on her shoulder, rolling her away from him and onto her stomach. His hand was between her legs in a flash, cupping her gently with his thumb just slightly brushing her asshole as she moaned softly into the pillow.
“Did you enjoy your present last night, Pet?” he asked. He was still rubbing her gently and it was a question he had asked a thousand times before, but she could feel the tension in the room. He was checking on her and what they’d done, making sure everything was still okay. She loved him more for it.
Aubrey turned her face so she was looking Daddy in the eyes. Thoughts flashed through her mind: inevitable complications, hard conversations, the sheer fact that her body would be sacrificed and no longer entirely her own for the next nine months if what they had done last night had worked.
But she answered him simply, a little girl answering her daddy. “Oh yes Daddy, I loved it.”
She held his eyes. “It was the very best thing I could ever have hoped for”
He smiled at her, his rubbing between her legs increasing in tempo and pressure, and she could feel how her response had made his cock twitch against her thigh. He leaned in then and kissed her on the lips, just as much static buzzing between them as that very first kiss in the hotel bar.
“I’m glad sweet thing. You’re always such a good girl for me. I really do love you, Pet.”
She felt his finger slip inside of her then and she shuddered softly. His thumb was on her asshole firmly now, pressing as if for leverage as he begun to pump first one then two fingers in and out of her dripping sex.
“I’d like you to take my present once a week Pet” he said, reassured that she was with him all the way. “More often, if we can manage it.” His thumb was bearing down, the first digit now slipping past her sphincter and into her ass. In and out, in rhythm with his fingers in her pussy.
“From today onwards, my first load is always going deep inside you.”
She moaned a little bit, with what sounded almost like a whine; Daddy chuckled.
“Don’t worry Pet, I won’t forget how to use your other holes.” At this he sank his thumb deeper, pulling his fingers from her cunt to bury it deeper inside her ass. At last he pulled it out and shifted on top of her, with his legs now straddling hers and his cock resting on her butt. She heard the tearing of a condom wrapper and felt Daddy shifting above her.
“What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t fuck my little girl’s face or tight little asshole from time to time?”
Aubrey lay quiet but pushed herself back off the bed against him, eager for more.
Daddy used both hands to spread her ass cheeks obscenely, enjoying the sight of her asshole winking at him and knowing how exposed it made his little pet feel. Then he lined his cock up with that tight hole and began to push.
The lubrication on the condom made it easier, but she hadn’t worn a plug since her shopping trip yesterday and she was tight. He kept pressing, his cock as hard as it had ever been and millimeter by millimeter he sank the head of his cock into her. He heard her gasp as the head pushed past her entrance and felt her body squeezing around him, trying to force him out despite the wanton desire of its owner.
Down he sank, inch by slow inch until her asshole, like the rest of her, was his again. He stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust to his girth stretching her open. Then Aubrey began to move her hips. The dull ache was there as it always was when he took her ass, but right below was the pleasure. She felt full in a way nothing but a hard cock in her ass made her feel. When she judged she was ready for more, she showed her lover by starting to grind her hips up and down, shifting his cock in and out of her just a bit.
Daddy sighed. Below him was a beautiful, intelligent woman who had taken his seed deep in her cunt unprotected last night. The light glinted off of the wedding ring on her left hand. It was not a ring he had bought her, and she was not his wife. And here she was, her body begging for him, the wiggle in her hips asking him to fuck her asshole.
Then Daddy let out a low growl. He raised his hips off of her and then slowly, slowly, slid his entire length into her ass again. Then again. Then again. Finally he let her feel his whole body weight on top of her, crushing her into the mattress as he grabbed a handful of her hair, more roughly than he meant to but not nearly as rough as she could take.
“I’m going to fuck your ass now, darling little pet. I want you to feel me until I can have you again.” With that he started pumping into her with long, hard strokes, fucking her down into the bed and letting his weight drive his cock deeper into her ass. Aubrey was moaning into the pillow now, sharp spikes of pain mixing with the deep pleasure of surrender. Daddy was fucking her like he needed it, and it was everything she wanted.
“My ass is yours Daddy. I’m yours. Fuck me Daddy, please Daddy, fuck your little pet, please!” She babbled as he pumped into her again and again, until he used his grip in her hair to yank her head up sharply before slamming it down into the pillow. She yelped, then moaned into the pillow as he plowed into her, harder than before if that was possible.
A sharp tug of the hair had her up on her hands and knees, and she let out a little whine as Daddy released her and grabbed her hips with both hands. His long strokes ruined her, and every slap of his thighs on the back of her own legs made her feel owned, small, like a fucktoy just being used.
As his balls slapped against her wet cunt she felt her own orgasm building, the filthiness of their act combining with the pleasure of his cock slamming into her to push her closer and closer. She reached back and dug her nails into his hands as a moan escaped her lips.
“Please Daddy, I’m so close. I’m going to cum for you!”
“No!” His sharp response surprised her, but she knew he liked making her wait. He always had, but his tempo didn’t decrease.
“You’ll cum when I say, Pet, and not a second before” he said from behind her, emphasizing the point with a few extra hard thrusts into her ass. His balls slapped against her clit on the last one and Aubrey sunk her head down into the pillow with a moan, biting her lip and trying to hold back the flood.
“Please Daddy, please please please I can’t hold it” she begged, frantic now. She knew he wanted her to wait but wasn’t sure how much longer she could. His short, hard strokes told her that he was close too. Suddenly she let out a cry as she felt his cock slip out of her entirely and she threw herself backwards, desperate for more stimulation.
He slapped her ass hard but she kept bouncing back against him, trying to get him inside of her again as quickly as she could. She could feel his hands working his cock.
Then she heard a wet slap across the room. It took her a moment to realize what had happened: Daddy had taken the condom off and thrown it into the trashcan. She mewled quietly to herself. He hadn’t even let her cum, or warned her that he was close! Daddy was never like this with her, even when he was being cruel or degrading.