9. Chapter Nine #2
McKenna let out a wordless groan of lust. “Error! Error!” Her gloved hands gripped fistfuls of Bailey’s blonde hair, holding on for dear life as the coed lapped at her.
‘2B’s’ white wig had gone crooked, strands of auburn peeking out at her temples, the real girl leaking out from behind the sexy cosplay mask.
“Recalibrating—systems recalibrating—oh my God, Bailes, how are you so fucking good at that…!?”
Bailey lifted her gleaming face and grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I’m going to overload those circuits of yours,” she growled, sliding two fingers into McKenna’s cunt and stabbing them deep.
“I’m not going to be the one who cums first this time, robot girl.
You’re going to squirt so hard you fucking reboot… ”
Then she buried her face between the coed’s legs, fingers and tongue pumping in tandem, and McKenna stopped producing any kind of coherent language, computer or otherwise.
The smell of sex filled the room. Both girls followed my commands to be vocal perfectly: McKenna’s groans mingled with Bailey’s wet slurps, the latter letting out a satisfied sound every few moments like she was licking her way through a bowl of the world’s tastiest ice cream.
My cock was so hard it literally hurt. The urge to grab Bailey’s hips and bury myself inside of her, relieving that ache with her tight, twenty-year-old pussy was almost irresistible.
I resisted. Because there was something intoxicating about watching: about knowing this whole show was being put together for my benefit.
Bailey wasn’t just eagerly going down on her best friend—she was performing, arching her back to make her ass look even better, glancing over at me every few moments just to make sure I approved of everything she was doing.
To make sure Daddy was watching. That she was being a good girl.
And yes, she was being a very good girl.
I kept on watching until the urge boiled over. I gripped my boxers, pre-cum staining the fabric, then pulled them off and took my place behind Bailey. My hands found the black silk of her panties and tugged them down to her ankles, leaving her in just the garter belt and the stockings.
“Oh fuck, Daddy, yes,” Bailey whimpered, spreading her legs and arching her pelvis for me. “Please, please I want it so fucking bad!”
“I’m going to give it to you,” I said, palming her ass. McKenna writhed beneath my babygirl’s mouth, watching us both like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Because you’re mine.”
I ran the head of my cock through her folds. She was so wet that it made a sound, a trail of her juices stretching from her channel to the crown of my cock.
“Daddy?” When I glanced up from the valley between her thighs, Bailey was watching me over her shoulder. Her fingers kept right on pumping between McKenna’s legs, keeping ‘2B’ right on the brink without giving her the release she was wordlessly begging for. “Daddy, wait a second.”
I stopped. Of course I did. The tip of my cock pressed against her opening like a battering ram about to break a siege.
“I get to be loud?” she whispered. Like she was double-checking her Christmas presents actually belonged to her. “You promise, Daddy? Nobody’s home?” She nibbled her bottom lip. “Mommy won’t find out?”
Oh Jesus. Oh fuck yes.
“Scream for me, babygirl,” I commanded.
Then I buried myself inside of her with one hard, smooth stroke.
And Bailey screamed.
That part wasn’t a performance. It wasn’t one of those porn screams, either.
It was the sound of release, of joy, of finally being able to safely shout to the world how much she loved her Daddy without anyone judging her for it.
It was the cry of a girl running across a field sobbing and shaking to hug the soldier she’d thought was dead, that had come back to her at long last.
Of course, Bailey was sobbing and shaking for very different reasons.
Every gasp she’d smothered atop Debbie’s bed or in my bedroom in the middle of the night came tearing out of her in one grateful, ragged cry. One that I’m sure they heard on the rest of the floor even through those foot-thick walls.
“THANK you, Daddy!” Bailey sobbed, impaling herself on me with every thrust. “Thank you thank you thank you, I can—ohmyGOD—McKenna, he’s fucking me, Daddy’s fucking me so fucking hard—!”
“I can see that,” McKenna said weakly. The blindfold had fallen completely from her face; her hips arched upwards in time with Bailey’s fingers.
“M-my reactor is critical. I’m going to overload—fuck it!
” She grabbed Bailey’s head and shoved it between her legs, grinding her soaking wet pussy against the blonde’s face. “I’m gonna cum! I’m fucking cumming…!”
A moment later, McKenna proved it. Every muscle in her body tensed up as she hit the peak and sailed right over, her thighs tightening against Bailey’s head.
The scream she let out as her back arched and her hips flew from the bed was no less triumphant than my babygirl’s, and dissolved into a flood of babbling that I was half-sure translated into a marriage proposal of her own.
She watched me through the whole orgasm, her mouth hanging open as I fucked Bailey faster and deeper from behind, the blonde’s body trembling with pleasure every time I bottomed out inside of her hard enough for my balls to slap against the backs of her thighs.
“Oh my gawd,” McKenna groaned. “That was totally worth getting dressed up for.”
“We’re just getting started,” I grunted.
Now that Bailey wasn’t occupied, I grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and pulled her to me.
Her body fit against mine like it was meant to be there—like she was my soul mate, and not the woman I’d been married to for twenty-one years.
“Get louder, babygirl. Let it all out. I want to feel you come around this cock.”
The moment I picked up the pace, Bailey shattered against me. “Oh my God,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Oh my god, ohmygod ohmyGOD—“
I could never get tired of the way Bailey’s inner muscles clenched around me when I pushed my babygirl over the edge.
Bailey came loud, shrieking in the exact way she’d been repressing during every furtive hookup and late-night rendezvous since our first trip to the Armada.
By the time she started to come down from her peak, slumping boneless into my arms and sobbing, I swore I could hear her voice echoing off the walls.
A flood of juice coated my cock, dripping from her like a freshly-opened peach as I buried myself deep and ground my thumb against her clit, torturing out every drop of pleasure.
I pulled out of her, still as hard as girder. Both girls had had one orgasm; I hadn’t hit the peak a single time yet.
It was time to change that.
“End of the bed,” I groaned, sliding off the mattress and bracing my feet on the carpet. “Both of you. Side by side. Right now.”
They shimmied down right next to each other, their asses hanging a half-inch over the foot of the mattress. Both of them were a sloppy mess beneath the waist: Bailey was bare, while the fabric at the bottom of McKenna’s bodysuit had torn at some point and was holding on for dear life.
Fuck it. I grabbed it and snapped it in two, exposing her tight cunt and opening it up for me.
With a grunt, I buried myself hilt-deep inside of McKenna.
She wailed with bliss, trying and failing to call out status reports in an android voice that dissolved into gibberish every time the head of my dick hit her g-spot and rang it like a bell.
A half-dozen thrusts and I pulled out of her, grabbed Bailey’s hips and thrust home.
Back and forth. A half-dozen of one, then a half-dozen of the other.
Both of their pussies were tight, wet, and perfect. Orgasm had left both of them dripping—the room filled with wet squelching sounds every time I bottomed out inside of one of them, leaving the other to writhe with frustration.
It was fun to watch them get progressively more upset each time they were denied the cock stretching out their insides.
“This unit… requires a deposit,” McKenna managed, her second orgasm of the night still visible in the flush on her cheeks. “My fuel is low, Master! Please, please pump me full!”
That didn’t even make any sense, but it was hot, so I wasn’t going to argue.
Bailey was staring up at me, not with jealousy, but the desire to watch me unload inside of her best friend burning in her eyes.
I grabbed McKenna and pulled her harder off the bed, leaving her low body hanging in mid-air so that I supported the bulk of her weight.
Then I thrust harder, deeper, hitting a rhythm so primal I didn’t need to be told what it was.
“Fuck!” The last of McKenna’s composure shattered. “Oh fuck yes, pump me full! Shit, I’m gonna cum again, I’m gonna cum all over that big dick while you shoot that load inside of me…!”
My roar mingled with McKenna’s cries and Bailey’s gasps. I could only imagine what a bystander passing by the room would think if they heard it: I just knew they’d probably be so rock-hard or soaking wet they couldn’t think straight.
The pleasure hit the point of no return, then past it, and what happened next was inevitable. One more hard thrust and the world exploded, fireworks bursting behind my eyes as my cock jerked and erupted deep inside of McKenna’s tight college pussy.
“Oh fuck!” McKenna gasped, sounding honestly shocked. “Holy shit, there’s so much. Ohmigawd it’s so fucking warm…”
McKenna’s head lolled on her shoulders, the blindfold falling completely off her face as she slumped against the mattress.
Her cries of bliss turned into a low, throaty moan, like she’d just slipped into a hot bath at the end of a long day.
I kept on shooting, my hips grinding against hers as the primal urge to get myself as deep inside of her as I could took over.
I didn’t stop until the walls of her cunt were painted white.