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A New Toy [locked to ammapreaker]

Despite the few drinks he'd had, Deckard Shaw was still able to cross the hotel suite's expansive living room silently, and so had the woman trailing behind him. He stopped just outside the bedroom door and took a deep breath, straightening himself up and telling his companion to stay out of sight until the door opened again.

While life with his "daughter" Amma was anything but dull or predictable, and while she was an absolute dynamo in bed compared to any woman that Deckard had ever known, of any age, that didn't mean the two of them were opposed to spicing things up a little from time to time. This particular outing was a first. He and the Amma had discussed the scenario before, but his little girl had no idea that when Deckard had left for his work meeting a few hours ago, he was intending to bring home a present for Amma.

That present took the form of a young woman in her early twenties that Deckard had no trouble picking up in the hotel bar not long before. After a couple of drinks, he'd been able to assess the woman as being a perfect candidate for his plans-- sexually adventurous, but decidedly submissive, and more than open to anything Deckard had in mind.

He knocked on the bedroom door and stuck his head inside.

"Amma, sweetheart? Daddy's back. And he's got a present, if you've been a good girl."

[OOC: Let me know if this works. I left the description for the other girl vague in case you wanted to fill in those details.]

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Amma was watching closely. Seeing Jess wince from certainly not enough lubrication or the size, biting into her lower lip and struggling with a flushed face. The woman would still moan like she wanted it as he fed her the entire girth. She felt her body adjusting to the size, relaxing and clenching.

The words in his accent were sexy and Amma could see from his face that it felt good.

"Please-" Jess began, breathing heavy as she mustered up the words to ask for more. She looked back over her shoulder to find Deckard much closer and hovering over her, his cock completely engulfed inside of her. "Fuck my ass, daddy- I'll do whatever you want- please- fuck me!" She whined, using his pet name once more since earlier there had been no reaction to it.

This time, Amma caught it and her face, which had been intrigued and pleased turned sour. Her glare was nasty and hard as she rose back to her knees. "Don't call him that!" Her jealousy, that she had kept calm even while watching him drive himself into her, flared up now and she spat close to Jess's face. An angry hand grabbed for her hair to pull hard, causing Jess's head to rise and fall back.

"Shit- okay!" Jess wasn't as unsettled this time Amma reacted, instead she came back with a far stronger stance; although her body still tensed and Deckard would feel it. She yanked her head away from the grip despite Amma being so close. "Just fuck me then! I want it!" She said the words to Deckard, but looked to Amma when she spoke them.

Their new plaything was tight, all right. For Deckard, it was like putting his cock into a vise, so he guessed for Jess it felt something close to getting the end of a baseball bat shoved up her arsehole. Just from the feel of it, he knew that even with all of Amma's come on him, there just wasn't enough lubrication. Deckard had been just about to ask Amma to get some or at least spit on his cock when it happened.

He heard Jess try using the wrong word, and before he could react, Amma lashed out first. The teen wasn't the only one angry, though. Deckard was just as determined to keep that particular term of address its own sort of sacred.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Jess. That really was not a lucky move. Now you're going to have to take the punishment for it."

Tightening his grip on the woman's shapely hips, Deckard pulled her back, driving his cock into her arse deep and hard. He did the same again and again, building up to a quick rhythm, his cock pistoning in and out of her tightly-stretched hole.

"That what you were looking for, slut? This big cock banging your arse? Or more? How about more?"

Reaching forward, Deckard curled his fingers around Jess' throat, pressing firmly. He glanced over at Amma. "Give her back the bottle, sweetie?"

The directive from Deckard made Amma smile, calming her down from moving in to strike or do worse to Jess. She hadn't wanted to take her eyes away from his hands around her throat or how plump and red Jess's ass was now that it was being taken balls deep by him.

Amma left the bed to fetch the bottle from the floor, seeing it still coated in the older woman's juices. When she returned to the bed, she brought it to the woman's lips. "Open up-" she snickered with a smile, pressing the opening of the bottle to the lips to force its way into that mouth. Jess could taste herself on the bottle, but didn't protest. Her eyes glared even if they were tearing up from the strain on her neck and her ass.

"That's so hot- suck it like you sucked my daddy's cock." Amma egged her on and Jess performed, tongue swirling around the neck and teasing the opening at the top. Amma still held the base, able to slide it in and out with control of its speed which didn't stay calm. Not when she worked alongside of Deckard's hard thrusts and the grip on her throat. She kept Jess's mouth full of the bottle for a few moments too long until her face was flushed before pulling it back. Amma smiled before leaning in and kissing the woman's temple; less a sign of affection and more of a reinforcement of what she liked.

"Do you want it in her pussy, daddy?" Amma looked over Jess's shoulder, returning the command to him for the punishment she knew he would enjoy giving.

His eyes were focused on Amma as the girl followed his instructions, retrieving the bottle from where it had been left. The glee in the teen's eyes was more than just mischievous, and Deckard loved seeing it shining out of Amma. She surprised him by forcing Jess to suck on the bottle first, but the sight was more than hot from where he was watching.

"Oh, I like that. Fuck her face, little darling. Let's give her a good spit-roasting for a bit."

He gave his hips just a little extra push with every forward movement, not only lodging his cock that much further into Jess' ass but pushing the bottle Amma held into the brunette's throat.

Soon enough, though, Amma seemed satisfied. He grinned back at her. "Yep. Get under there and stuff her cunt."

Amma giggled at the notion of a spit-roasting like some pig. Jess, at the time, had been far too distracted by sucking on a bottle shoved into her mouth to absorb what they were saying. At least until he pressed harder and she'd cry out. Her ass burned from the abuse, throat strained, but she could feel him throbbing and for whatever reason had attracted her, she still wasn't afraid of put off by Deckard.

Amma smiled as she brought the bottle down to the woman's cunt, pausing to figure out the best method to not move the two adults beside her. Rolling onto her back, she scooted beneath Jess, getting an up close and person view of the cock thrust hard into her flushed asshole. She could see and smell the arousal coming from the wet pussy. She teasingly pushed herself up and too a long lick of the woman's sex, tasting her before wiggling her tongue on the swollen clit. Jess cried out, not expecting the pleasure to be mixed in with it all, but it was short lived when the hard bottle was shoved without care into her slit.

"Take it!" Amma moaned as if she were getting some pleasure from the penetration as well, starting to move the bottle to match some of Deckard's pace the best she could. "Make my daddy cum-" At the same time, her legs were spread well enough to allow Jess access to her own sex, but the woman was too overwhelmed at the time to independently act on it.

They'd put the brunette through the wringer, all right, and to Deckard's surprise, Jess had yet to really balk or complain about anything she was doing-- or more to the point, what she was being made to do and what was being done to her-- except a little bit when the slapping around had gotten rough. Maybe his instincts picking Jess up had been more right than he'd thought. Maybe the woman was needing a good using and had just never met anyone who was up to it.

She'd definitely met those people now, he thought with amusement as he watched Amma slide under Jess like a car mechanic. When Jess gasped in pleasure, he chuckled, surprised again that Amma felt like giving the woman a little present before--

There it was, Deckard thought. He could now feel the hard, unyielding throat of the beer bottle inside of Jess' pussy through the thin barrier between it and her arse. It was a hell of a feeling, and he was glad to get a taste of hit without having to involve some other bloke's cock. He continued to plunge deep into Jess' tight hole, stretching it around his girth.

Although most of his view of Amma was now blocked, he could see her slender legs past Jess' head, letting him guess at her position. "Looks like you get another chance at eating my little girl out, you lucky slut," he growled at Jess, before reaching up and pushing the brunette's head down.

Jess's ass stung and burned from the abuse it was receiving. After the first few minutes, it at least died down and she could focus on the pleasure when Amma had licked her like living a good pet a treat. Now being filled in both holes, she gasped when her head was pushed down into the petite girl's pussy.

"Mmmpfh!" She almost fell forward with her weak arms doing their best to maintain any strength and not let her fall onto Amma. The girl's cunt smelled of sex and arousal, Jess's tongue making quick work of licking up her glistening inner thighs where Amma had smeared the clear juices. She was hitting the right spots when the blond began to moan while she moves up the thighs and reached the swollen clit. Jess smirked only to herself when she flicked her tongue against what she knew was probably an oversensitive spot for the girl who had already climaxed.

"Bitch- eat my pussy-" Amma squirmed slightly from the sensitive spot being attended to. Amma rolled her legs up, wrapping them around Jess's neck and locking them in place. It might cause the woman to stumble, but Jess managed. "Fuck it with your tongue!" She instructed as her hand kept fucking the cunt in front of her with that bottle.
It took some stretching and an outstretched tongue, but she was able to lick at Deckard's swollen balls as they smacked the pussy above her. It wouldn't add much, but Amma was going for their nasty taste in the mean time.

"Cum in her ass daddy! You're gonna give her a big load I wanna see her push it out and maybe I'll lick it up."

He heard Amma starting to moan from underneath Jess, and Deckard smiled. It sounded as though the brunette had indeed learned to properly please the girl, even with the demanding words that escaped not long after. His Amma was a handful and a half, to say the least, and for Jess to have kept up with them so far was admirable.

Deckard also found himself admiring the sight of his cock stretching out Jess' tight asshole as he pounded it, with the bottle buried in her pussy in sight just below. "Ahh, that's nice," he groaned. "Nice hot, tight ass around my dick..."

And then he felt that warm sensation on his balls and smiled wider. "Ohh, that's it, baby. Lick my balls. Get 'em ready to shoot their load right up her ass." His hips slammed against Jess' cheeks again and again, the tight channel of her ass gripping him hard. It wasn't much longer before he obliged Anna. From her perspective, she would see his balls tighten up and his cock swell. Deckard growled as he came, shooting stream after stream into Jess' ass.

Jess felt the hot cum when the tensing of his body after harder thrusts. The bottle came out easily even though Jess herself wasn't spent. She would be relieved when Deckard pulled out, feeling a large phantom cock's absence left behind. As much as she wanted to just collapse downward, she controlled herself and rolled onto her back.

Amma watched as suddenly she was exposed without Jess over her and sat up abruptly. She didn't ask permission to run her tongue up Deckard's sensitive, spent cock, starting at the tip and working to his dark coarse hairs. Her light eyes looked up at him for his reaction before retracting her tongue and looking to Jess who appeared out of breath.

"Your slutty ass is full of cum." She commented, moving in on the woman and sliding in between her legs. Although small, she grabbed at Jess's knees to push them up to her shoulders. The woman's body ached so the movement wasn't necessarily welcomed until Amma elaborated on her intent. "Push it out. Like in the pornos." Amma urged her, not saying more before leaning forward to bring her tongue to then reddened abused hole Deckard had just wrecked. She lapped at the sensitive nerves, poking at the hole while her hands pressed against the bottom of Jess's thighs.

"Uhhh-" Jess moaned with the intense mix of pleasure and pain, a well groomed hand going to her own clit to massage while she received Amma's attention. Slowly thick white cum would be produced, licked up by Amma's tongue as it fluttered against the nerves to press out more.

The sudden sensation of cool air on Deckard's cock, which had just been buried for several minutes inside of Jess' red hot asshole, gave him a start, but not nearly as much of one as the sight of Amma lapping at the cum still clinging to his shaft. That gave him shivers as she licked his still sensitive cock. "Fuck... oh, fuck, sweetheart, that's nice... just can't get enough of daddy's come, can you?"

Sitting back on his haunches once Amma seemed to have her fill, Deckard watched in awe as the petite girl continued to manhandle the grown woman, bending Jess in half and egging their new acquaintance on to some truly pornographic activities.

"That's my girl, that's my dirty, little girl right there," Deckard cheered on. "Lap that cum right out of her ass." He leaned in and grinned at Amma as she worked. "So," he asked the girl in a low voice, "are you keeping it all to yourself or do you think she's earned a share?"

Amma's lips curled as she looked up at him, enjoying the praise as she continued her act. Her petite tongue continued to wiggle against the swollen skin of the asshole, causing Jess to flex the muscles in response, moaning as she did. The thick creamy seed oozed from her and with each serving, Amma bent down to lick it from her ass.

"Daddy- you really filled her up-" she giggled at the amount Jess was producing. Jess was finally relaxing and deriving pleasure from the calmer act.

"Share what?" Amma feigned knowing what he was asking. "My daddy's cum?" She frowned for a moment, but then took in consideration the term 'earned' which brought her to take two small fingers and abruptly slide it inside the sore ass. Jess cried out, feeling every movement Amma's fingers made. When they were withdrawn, they were coated in the white cum, which Amma brought to Jess's open mouth, sticking them inside without any questions. Jess instinctively wrapped her lips around them, sucking despite not necessarily enjoying the taste when she realized what it was. She would open her eyes to watch Deckard watching them, locking eyes as she sucked some more.

Deckard watched the deliberation happening behind Amma's expression. Whether Jess got a taste of his spunk or not didn't matter at all to him, but he did want to see what his little girl would do when presented with the idea. When Amma opted to dig a couple of fingers into the older woman's ass for some come rather than sharing it mouth-to-mouth, Deckard nodded, approving of the compromise.

He didn't miss the slight flicker in the brunette's eyes when it dawned on her just what the teenager was feeding her. "You be grateful for that," he grunted. "That's a treat, that is, one that my little girl doesn't usually let anyone else have."

Moving closer, he leaned down and pressed his mouth tightly against Amma's, kissing her hard. "But you're a very good girl for Daddy, you are," he cooed, guiding her to lower Jess' legs so that the older woman could finally get something close to a break. "Now, what should we do with her?"

Amma thrived on how special Deckard made her in front of the few others that ever witnessed them together. Something that was few and far between and certainly rarely in this honest scenario.

That kiss brought her hands to the hot skin of his face, feeding into it as she smiled to his lips. She was certain that he would be able to taste traces of himself still lingering. Deckard also had that accent and way with words that'd charm Amma quite easily, having her now smiling up at him adoringly, ignoring the brunette that laid back in the pillows, ready to pass out at any moment.

"I don't care." she let her small body fall back onto him, knowing he'd catch her in those big arms. She was certainly spent and ready to sleep. A notion that had her nudge Jess with her foot, "But you gotta get out of the bed."

It took no effort at all for him to treat Amma as the most precious, most special thing in the world, since honestly that was exactly what he thought. He'd never use the kind of words other ordinary people might use, but the girl was a part of him now, and he was as likely to saw off his own arm as let her go. The way she kissed him back, with the taste of the night's debauchery on her lips, told him she felt the same.

Deckard caught her and eased the girl to the bed. He got up, watching her literally trying to kick the brunette off the bed and nodded. "We nearly broke this one," he said with a chuckle. "Hang on." He threw the blanket onto a nearby couch and easily carried the boneless body of the dazed woman over to it. Finding his pants, he fished out a few large bills and dropped them on top of Jess' discarded dress. "When you come to, you can leave or see what kind of mood she's in in the morning," he told her, then joined Amma on the bed, spooning up behind the slender girl and throwing an arm over her.

Jess wouldn't notice the money until the next morning and when that aching feeling woke her, it would be quite the painkiller. She easily went to sleep, her body spent of every last ounce of energy she had.

Amma had been awake enough to watch Deckard move the woman; the simple act still causing her mouth to twitch. He always cleaned up the messes and that was what she knew he was doing, but it didn't mean that she didn't silently ache for him to return to the bed faster. His large solid body sliding up behind her with the arm holding her near and tight, was exactly what she needed.

"Thanks daddy." She whispered, not entirely sure or caring if he heard. Her slender hand sliding over his communicated the gesture.

[OOC: Perfect place to wrap up. Love these two so much-- thanks for another great thread!]

[ Yes! Thank you too! Thank you for your patience! My tag drive has been slow since thanksgiving since works been crazy but this is the last week of it so I'll be back to normal. I still adore these two so I'm still down for more of them any time!]

[OOC: Not a problem at all, I know how it goes. And same-- drop me a line if you have an idea, or we can meme them at each other some more soon ;) ]

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