Deckard Shaw (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
about2knowme) wrote2016-08-08 11:27 am
about2knowme) wrote2016-08-08 11:27 am
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.]
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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"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."
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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.
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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.
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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?"
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"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.
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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?"
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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."
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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.
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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.
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