I watched as my girlfriend walked naked into the bedroom, every movement captivating my attention.
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Just moments earlier, I’d been watching a video of her in a luxurious hotel suite. She was dressed in a little black dress, kneeling eagerly as a tall, imposing man slowly freed his enormous manhood from his pants. The way she looked at him was intimate, calling him affectionately “Daddy.”
Sitting down on the couch, I tried to collect my thoughts, but my mind raced uncontrollably. The night’s discoveries made it clear this was from before we met—her hairstyle was noticeably different.
A fleeting, irritating thought crossed my mind: Maybe that was a wig? No, I reminded myself. I’d seen other messages between them. She wasn’t innocent; she told him to stop messaging her, calling him an asshole. Yet, despite her protests, she engaged—so much so that she played with herself while watching that same video, just feet away as I showered.
God, that was unbelievably hot.
But I couldn’t pretend innocence either. I was snooping. No moral high ground for me. I told myself I was just making sure she wasn’t cheating, but honestly, I was desperate to know what happened in that hotel room.
Patience was key. I couldn’t let her suspect a thing. She was already protective of her phone, perhaps subconsciously.
Rising to my feet, I realized I was hard again, butterflies swirling in my gut. Thirty-three years old or seventeen, I wondered?
I entered the dim bedroom. Her back was to me, the soft glow of her phone lighting her side of the bed. Upon hearing me, she flipped the phone face down.
Clearly, she had been reading those messages again. Naughty girl.
She turned toward me and smiled. “Mmmmm, what an incredible night. And no plans tomorrow—the perfect Saturday.”
I returned her smile; she looked angelic in a simple tank top and panties. Then, suddenly, an image flashed in my mind—her on all fours, taking Daddy’s huge cock behind her in that hotel room. His hand tangled in her hair as he fucked her relentlessly, her face flushed with ecstasy. “Please, please…” my imagination whispered.
Snapping back to reality, I hadn’t seen that—just fantasizing. I needed to watch more.
I slipped into bed, kissed her softly, and she kissed me back.
“Can I ask a faaaavor?” she murmured.
“Anything,” I replied.
“Could you eat me out before bed?”
I grinned. “How dare you?”
“Please tease me a little? You’re often too good, and it’s over too quickly.”
“I’ll take my time,” I promised.
She giggled, slipping her panties down. Just from the sight, I could tell how wet she was.
My hands threaded beneath her tank top, playing with her breasts as we kissed deeply. I kissed down her neck; she moaned, grabbing my hair and pulling my head toward her.
She was beyond turned on. Desperate to come again.
Looking up between her legs, I teased, “I thought you wanted me to tease you?”
“I do!” she giggled.
My tongue traced the inside of her thighs—she was dripping wet.
Her eyes closed, soft moans escaping. “Mmmmm, Daddy… make me come, Daddy.”
My heart raced. She was thinking of him—or at least his cock. I felt a surge of jealousy and desire, precum wetting my length.
I pressed my tongue to her clit, moving gently back and forth.
Her thighs clenched tightly around my head, and she gasped, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Her body shuddered with two intense convulsions; I kept licking as ripples of pleasure rocked her for several more seconds.
She pulled me up for a deep kiss.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whispered back.
She sighed contentedly and lay down, already drifting off. “I’ll sleep like a baby tonight.”
I kissed her forehead. “I’ll stay up a while and play some games.”
“Have fun, baby. I am one lucky woman.”
Putting on sweatpants and a T-shirt, I glanced back at her sprawled asleep. Did I really want to do this? Was I risking everything over curiosity?
I needed to know. Resisting was impossible.
I turned on the TV, settled on the couch, and pulled out the iPad hidden beneath the cushion. No turning back now.
The hotel room video played. The setting looked like Vegas: a stunning, high-end suite.
A caption flashed alongside the video: “This is when I knew I had a real slut on my hands.”
From now on, I’d call her “J.”
Daddy was filming as they entered the room, J clinging to his arm, buzzing with excitement, a glowing smile lighting her face.
The phone was set down, showing only the ceiling, but I could hear their passionate kisses.
“God damn, you’re so sexy. Sucking my dick in the Uber.”
“Mmmmmmm.”
No music, no distractions—just raw sound.
He picked up the phone and positioned it high, angled down at the bed’s left side—likely on a tripod. Another camera was set on the other side of the bed.
Clearly, he’d done this before.
J looked incredible in her black dress and heels. Daddy, towering at least a foot above her six-foot frame, entered the shot. They kissed deeply.
A sharp pang hit my stomach as I absentmindedly stroked myself.
Daddy broke the kiss. “Take it out.”
Without hesitation, J dropped to her knees. He was in jeans with a button fly.
She unbuckled his belt, undone buttons falling one by one. He removed his shirt, revealing a sculpted, athletic body with a hint of six-pack.
He cupped her chin, lifting her gaze. “Remember what we talked about?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
J tugged the last of his buttons and reached into his jeans, pulling out his semi-hard cock.
My breath caught—the shaft was massive, dwarfing her two hands that barely wrapped halfway around it. On my best day, my two hands would leave only the head exposed.
He helped her remove his pants entirely, tossing them aside.
Kneeling with her dress riding up to reveal a bare, perfect ass, I noticed she wasn’t wearing panties. She rested on her heels, licking from the head of his cock to the base with a flat, teasing tongue. Daddy moaned softly.
J’s tongue flicked out, slapping his heavy shaft against her pursed lips.
Her hand slid between her legs. I had never seen her like this—lost in lust, intoxicated by his cock.
“Your cock is fucking perfect,” she whispered.
“He sure likes you.”
J moved on to sucking and kissing his impressive balls, stroking his cock with her other hand. Daddy sat on the edge of the bed, moaning as she went to work.
Her dress slid down, exposing flawless breasts. She tied her hair back, admiring the view.
“I can’t wait to have this inside me.”
“Shut up and suck my dick.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
The scene that followed was the most enthusiastic blowjob I had ever witnessed. Hand strokes, ball-sucking, mascara running—Daddy’s cock grew even larger as J tried desperately to deepthroat, managing barely half.
Suddenly, a knock came at the door. At first, I thought it was in my apartment, but I realized it came from the video—inside the hotel room.
Daddy grabbed J’s ponytail, pulling her away from his cock. She whimpered.
“Stay.”
He opened the door.
“What’s up, dude? Glad you could make it.”
“Yeah, brother. Couldn’t get here soon enough.”
Two men stepped into view, standing over J, who stayed on her knees. The newcomer was muscular and shorter than Daddy.
“This is a friend of mine. You can call him Mr. R. I told him all about you.”
J glanced between Daddy and Mr. R.
Daddy moved out of the frame, likely seated just below the camera.
Mr. R removed his shirt, standing tall in gray joggers and nothing else.
“Why don’t you take Mr. R’s pants off and see what he has for you?”
J hesitated.
“What did we talk about?” Daddy demanded.
J whimpered but nodded, slowly pulling down Mr. R’s sweatpants.
Revealed was the thickest dick I had ever seen—literally the size of a Coke can.
She began stroking it with both hands, kissing the tip reverently.
“You going to be a good girl for Mr. R?”
J locked eyes with Daddy, staring directly at the camera—and at me, watching helplessly in my living room, hand on my aching cock.
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll do whatever you want.”
Holy fucking shit—what had I gotten myself into?
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