Suck My Big Tits Pt. 10

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It had been about six weeks since I first met “Daddy” on Craigslist. I’d posted an ad looking for someone to come over and suck on my tits, and I’d ended up becoming part of this handsome older man’s harem of big-titty sluts. He was in his sixties; I was in my twenties.

Since then, I’d been sneaking out of my house every chance I got (I’m married) to go to Daddy’s house or to go on a ride in his car. At his house were girl-on-girl orgies and crazy fuck parties. In his car were forced suckjobs and backseat anal sex. Either way, I was in heaven every moment I was with him. I loved being used by Daddy.

I’d also fallen for one of his other sluts — the beautiful, slender, dark-haired Jamie. I adored all eight of the other girls in Daddy’s collection, but I loved Jamie. She had a ravishing smile, a plump, kissable ass and a perfect 36J rack. A full two cup sizes bigger than my own 36H cups.

Hers were fake, though, so unlike mine, which had a heaviness and natural hang to them, hers were as pert as a pair of B cups atop her tiny waist, slightly pointy, like twin footballs the size of overgrown watermelons. Her nipples were tiny pink pebbles, and her areolae were the size of small saucers. Her areolae would have been big on another set of breasts, but on hers they were perfectly proportioned. Except for their ridiculously large size in comparison to her slim body, her jugs looked pretty real. They were the most suckable tits I’d ever seen. Of course, she said the same thing about mine.

Jamie and Daddy and I had had many nights of filthy, depraved fun since we’d met. We were clearly his two favorites. Jamie was his live-in slut, but since I was married, I only got to see them when I could get away from my boring husband.

I usually went to Daddy’s during the day (I’m a housewife) on his days off from work, or went to his office to service him (and sometimes his clients) under his desk or on the conference table. I also snuck out two to three nights a week for my special car rides with Daddy. He made me get topless and deepthroat him while he drove around. Or he’d pull into an empty housing development and buttfuck me over the hood of his sports car.

Daddy had taken my anal virginity by force a few weeks prior. He had planned for it to be a romantic, consensual experience, but then Jamie had pissed him off during one of our threesomes. When she left the room, Daddy pushed me face-down on the bed, rammed his cock up my ass, and took his anger out on me. It was incredibly painful, and I’d screamed and cried as he assraped me. Turned out he liked hearing me cry, because he only buttfucked me harder the more I struggled.

After that, sex with Daddy was anal-only. It was one of the rules of his household. The only time I got my pussy fucked was when Jamie came after me with her big strap-on, which was pretty often. I got my ass broken in pretty quickly. After that first time, Daddy kept my asshole plugged when he wasn’t fucking it. I was an anal whore after about a week of his training.

Still, because I made myself do at least 500 anal kegels every day, my asshole was as tight and pink and fresh as any young anal virgin’s would be. My asshole was Daddy’s favorite, because I kept it so tight, and because I’d had it bleached for him.

*****

On this particular night, I was in Daddy’s car at 3 AM after having sneaked out of my house. I was already topless, my huge tits jutting out in front of me like torpedoes, wobbling and bouncing over the bumps in the road. Daddy turned the A/C on high and my nipples turned to stone.

“Jerk me off, honey,” he instructed. “But sit up straight. I want to show you off.” And so he drove around, all over our town, relishing the moments when we pulled up next to a car at a stoplight. I must’ve shown my big titties to 50 people that night, most of whom stared and gaped, some of whom honked, and a couple of whom started jerking off. I just smiled at all of them and kept jacking my Daddy’s monster 10-inch cock obediently.

When Daddy was finally ready to bust, he forced my face down into his lap and made me swallow his load. I gobbled it down greedily. Daddy’s cum was better than candy to me. I would drink a glass of it as I masturbated if he said I could. I made a mental note to ask him about that later.

“Good girl,” Daddy said as I swallowed the last of his sperm. My cunt gushed at his words; I loved it when he said I was a good girl. The only thing I liked better was when he said I was a bad girl — because his punishments made me squirt.

Daddy pulled into our favorite empty neighborhood and pulled over. He got out of the driver’s seat and got into the backseat, situating himself in the middle. This was one of his favorite things to do. I moved into the backseat so that I was sitting in his lap, facing forward. Then I leaned my body forward until my face was pressed into the gear shift in front and my ass was in the air, my puckered asshole level with Daddy’s mouth.

Daddy gripped my canlı bahis hips and spread my asscheeks with his thumbs, then buried his face in my ass. He absolutely loved to eat ass, and my asshole was his favorite, because I kept myself spotlessly clean and perfectly smooth. He groaned as he swirled his tongue around my butthole, then began to suck and slurp on it like he was starving to death. I moaned and moved backward, smashing my ass into his face, letting him tongue-fuck my anus even deeper.

Daddy ate my ass out for about ten minutes, until he’d had his fill, then he buried two fingers deep in my cunt from behind. Five finger-wiggles later, I squirted pussycream all over Daddy’s handsome face. He loved ending my rimjobs in this manner; I was one of only two of his whores who could squirt. Jamie was the other one. He made us squirt in his face as often as possible, which was often. All it took was a good buttfuck or sloppy rimjob, then two fingers up the twat. We were like girly cream dispensers.

I loved watching Daddy open his mouth and drink down Jamie’s cum when she squirted for him. I knew he did the same with me, even though I couldn’t see it. I could taste it on his lips when he kissed me afterward. I also loved when he made us squirt on each other’s faces and tits. Daddy was a pervert.

After our steamy round of backseat anilingus, Daddy told me to get back in the front seat, and he did the same. “I need to talk to you,” he said. “I have a surprise for my sweet big-titty slut girl.” He reached over and squeezed my naked breasts and pinched my nipples. My cunt gushed into my panties.

“I’m going on a long business trip in a couple of weeks,” he said. “To New York City. I’ve decided to make it a fuck trip, and I want you to come with me. Jamie will come, too. You just need to tell your husband that you’re going to visit your mother, then come to NYC instead.

“The three of us will spend the week in a very nice hotel, and the two of you will pleasure me when you’re told. My associates, too. We’ll go to a sex club at least one night so I can pass you two whores around to some strangers. Maybe black dudes?”

My heart was pounding in my chest. My nipples were hard as a rock and my pussy was juicing up like a peach. A trip with Daddy! I’d been fantasizing about this for weeks! I squealed “YES!” and leaned over to kiss him. He accepted my kiss, which relieved me — I wasn’t supposed to make moves on Daddy; it was supposed the be the other way around. But we were both happy. We kissed sloppily and he felt up my massive jugs until I thought I was going to cum again. Then he took me home.

*****

I wondered if people on the plane had been able to smell my pussy; it’d been so wet the whole way to New York City. I was hyper-aware of all the men (and many women) who stared at my chest in the airport and on the plane. Even now, in the cab on the way to the hotel, the driver was adjusting his mirror to get a better view of my giant melons as they strained against my low-cut cashmere sweater. It was cold out, so the outline of my erect nipples was plain as day. Although I wasn’t certain it was weather-related.

Daddy and Jamie were already in the ritzy penthouse hotel room. They’d left the door slightly cracked so I could just come in, and when I did, I was greeted with a familiar and arousing scene — Jamie on all fours on the bed, completely naked, her fat tits pressed against the soft white sheets, her legs spread as far as they would go. Daddy was kneeling behind her with his face buried deep between her asscheeks. Jamie’s ass was so plump I could only see his ears. He was also completely naked, his huge erection jutting forth as he slurped on Jamie’s asshole.

They heard me come in and Daddy broke his deep French kiss with Jamie’s ass. They both smiled big and he gestured for me to join. I whipped all my clothes off as quickly as I could, and after letting them admire my naked form for a few seconds, moved toward the bed.

Daddy had me take his place, and soon I was kneeling behind Jamie with my face buried up her ass. I loved the way she tasted and smelled. The combination of Jamie’s ass and pussy was my second-favorite meal, after Daddy’s yummy sperm.

Daddy knelt on the floor behind me and spread my cheeks, and soon he was rimming out my asshole just as I was rimming Jamie’s. I slobbered on her asshole as he slobbered on mine, because I knew what was coming — a nice, long, luxurious buttfuck from Daddy. He rarely used lube. All we got was saliva and our own pussy cream. A good, spit-laden asseating was all we ever needed to prepare our buttholes for Daddy’s ten-inch monster.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Daddy had us side-by-side on all fours, our asses at the edge of the bed, as he took turns violating our tight asses with his huge cock. First he rammed his dick up my ass, and it felt so good to get my rectum filled up by him. My owner. I yelped and sighed as he pumped his shaft in and out of my needy ass about ten times, bahis siteleri then pulled out and buried himself up Jamie’s ass. She moaned and murmured. “Yes, Daddy. I love you, Daddy.” I started cooing the same words when Daddy came back to my ass, and soon the room was filled with a cacophony of breathless female voices groaning “Daddy, OH DADDY! FUCK MY ASS, DADDY!”

In response, Daddy couldn’t have fucked our asses harder if he wanted to. He gave us each about ten strokes at a time, and we moaned and crooned and French-kissed each other. After a while he started fingering our asses when he wasn’t fucking them, still taking turns, using two and then three fingers up our asses, calling us his dumb little butt sluts.

Finally, when Daddy was ready to nut, he pulled out of my rectum and shot his load all over both our asses, making sure to creampie both of our little assholes, so as to not leave anyone out. When he finished blasting his load, he inserted three fingers into my cunt and fingered me til I squirted in his face, doing the same thing to Jamie with his other hand. She and I sucked each other’s tongues as we screamed and squirted for Daddy.

Then the three of us collapsed naked into the bed, totally spent, and fell asleep together.

*****

After our nap, Daddy told us he needed to have a meeting, and that we’d be receiving four male guests in the penthouse in a few minutes. He told us to stay in our underwear and to serve them drinks and to do what we were told.

I was in a baby blue bra and panty set, all perfectly sheer. My nipples were perfectly visible through the fabric, not to mention the slit of my hairless cunt and the crack of my rounded ass. Jamie was wearing a black push-up bra that had her tits defying gravity. It was a half-cup bra, so the tops of her nipples were visible above the fabric. Below the waist she wore a red thong that didn’t fully cover her small landing strip or the top of her asscrack.

Daddy didn’t let the men fuck us or even make us blow them, but he did make us jerk them off and take their loads on our chests. All four of them. I’m pretty sure they thought we were prostitutes, because they all asked for our numbers and said they’d like to entertain us in their rooms later. Daddy just let them talk.

First he had us bring them all drinks, then had us do lapdances all around. I could feel cocks hardening as I wiggled in each of their laps, removing my big bra, squeezing my tits together, even letting them suck my pink nipples a little bit. Jamie did the same.

“What the hell,” Daddy had said. “Handjobs all around.” So Jamie and I each obediently knelt before one of the men, pulled his cock out of his pants, and stroked him off until he busted all over our big titties, then moved to the next guy. It took about thirty seconds each to get them off, they were so keyed up. Afterward, feeling generous and proud, Daddy let us eat the cum off each other’s breasts.

After they left, Daddy jerked off on Jamie and me as we 69ed on the bed. We lapped each other’s cunts and assholes like kittens and came to the sound of Daddy’s rhythmic thwapping strokes.

*****

Daddy had been in conference all day, and Jamie and I had enjoyed each other several times by the time he got to the room. We were getting dressed when he walked in and scolded us.

“Who told you sluts to get dressed?” he demanded. “I know I didn’t. Bend over, both of you.” We both bent over the bed as he fetched something out of his suitcase — his paddle. “Pull those panties down right now.” We did as he said and he proceeded to beat the fuck out of our asses with his paddle. One thwack to mine, one thwack to Jamie’s, and so on.

The ass-beating made Daddy hard as a rock, so he ordered us to take off our bras, get on our knees, and suck him off like good little girls. We did as instructed and pulled his enormous cock out of the front of his pants, leaving him still-dressed in his dashing business suit.

Jamie and knelt I side-by-side on our knees with our huge tits swaying, me sucking Daddy’s big, smooth balls as Jamie expertly swallowed his entire cock. We both looked up at him, in the eyes, which we knew he liked. After about five minutes of our well-practiced double suckjob, Daddy gave us both a big yummy cumsnack.

“Now it’s time to get dressed,” he said. “We’re going to a sex club tonight. I will pick out your clothing. I brought lots of lingerie for both of you. Now let’s take a shower first.”

*****

An hour later we were in a cab en route to a famous NYC swinger’s club. Daddy was in a dark suit, looking very handsome, and Jamie and I were dressed to the nines underneath two long trench-style coats.

Jamie was wearing a lacy red cupless corset and a tiny red leather skirt. Her huge breasts were on full display, the corset lifting them even higher than they normally were and making them jut more than a full foot from her body. The corset accentuated her small waist, making her fake 36Js look even bahis şirketleri bigger, making her proportions seem almost cartoonish. She’d never looked so hot, and I’ve seen her in all kinds of outfits.

I was wearing a sheer, skin-tight black minidress with two holes cut out for my breasts. The outfit made my rack look cartoonishly big, just like Jamie’s, which was clearly Daddy’s purpose. He was a tit man and, I assumed, was planning to share us with other like-minded men at the club. He wanted our best assets on display. And they were, considering how both our round, shapely asses were also visible beneath the ultra-short hems of our skirts.

Daddy had finished off our outfits with matching black crotchless and assless panties, garter belts, thigh-high lace-topped stockings (mine were black; Jamie’s were white), and four-inch black patent leather stiletto heels.

Once we got inside the club and shucked our overcoats, exposing our breasts for all the world to see, Jamie and I became instant belles of the ball. We walked through the darkened front room toward the bar, each of us attached to one of Daddy’s arms, our massive naked tits bouncing provocatively, with every single pair of eyes on us. Even the women. Especially the women.

A few drinks later, we’d been propositioned by a swarm of men and women. Well, I should say, Daddy had been propositioned on our behalf. He was making it clear to everyone that Jamie and I were his property, and she and I were both thrilled to be treated as such. He politely declined every offer, but made sure to whisper something into each of the mens’ ears before they walked away. Only the black men, I noticed. There were many, too many to count, and they were asking Daddy for permission to use us even with their dates on their arms. And Daddy was clearly setting something up.

There wasn’t much happening in the bar, so we set out to see the rest of the club. We weren’t disappointed. Once we got past the fairly innocuous front bar and into the back rooms of the clubs, there were naked people everywhere, each engaged in deliciously depraved acts.

Unless otherwise noted, all the rooms had open-door policies, and guests were encouraged to watch and/or join in. All the rooms had observation windows. The very first room we came to was wall-to-wall red with thick, plush, red carpeting littered with hundreds of oversized pillows. Six women were engaged in three separate lesbian fuck sessions. One couple was entangled in a gorgeous 69, one couple was drooling into each other’s mouths and fingering each other, and next to them, a big-titty woman was sitting on her lover’s face, riding vigorously.

It was very hot. Daddy thought so, too. He stood between us and snaked his arms around both our waists until he had a breast in either hand. We stood there watching through the window as he felt us up. The big-titty bitch stared right at us, admiring our matching huge racks, and came all over her bitch’s tongue with a scream.

We left that room and continued on. We passed two males engaging in anal sex next to two males 69ing. We passed a woman getting doggy-style buttfucked by a hung Hispanic guy while she ate out a young black woman. We passed a petite blonde getting gangfucked by a small group of what looked like frat guys. We passed rooms full of people masturbating, as well as many men masturbating from their positions at the windows. We passed lots of people kissing and running their hands all over each other, just getting started.

Then we got to where, it turned out, we were going.

A room filled with nothing but black men. Probably about 50 of them standing around, fully clothed, obviously waiting. Waiting for us. Daddy said hello and introduced us.

“Hello, gentleman. I’d like you to meet two of my sluts.” He said our names. “The other eight are back home, unfortunately. But these two are very talented and, as you can see, very well-endowed. You’re looking at a 36H set and a 36J set, and along with those racks they have very wet and willing mouths. I’ve brought them here tonight to have their mouths and breasts used, and used well. Neither one of them has had enough black meat down their throats or between their tits.”

He turned to us. “Well?” he said impatiently. “Go get on your knees, bitches.” He looked back up to the men. “Don’t worry, they’re consenting. Even if they don’t look like it.”

Jamie and I tentatively walked to the middle of the room, which was painted all black with black flooring and lit by sconces along the wall. There were folding chairs lining the perimeter of the room. No one was sitting in them, but they would be before too long. There were huge one-way mirrors on two of the walls, and I didn’t know it then, but most of the mens’ dates were watching. Daddy disappeared behind one of those walls. We’d find out later that he secretly videotaped the entire thing.

On the floor in the middle of the room were two red throw pillows. Jamie and I sunk to our knees, back to back, holding each other’s hands and looking around the room. The men all looked hungrily at our chests, some already starting to rub their crotches. Then one man pulled his cock out, and things got underway.

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