His and Hers

Welcome to part four of our story. This series is a multi-part collaboration attempt between two first time Literotica writers (very special thank you to HunnyBunnyGirl for taking this journey alongside me). As we are writing this series is written in tandem, you will notice changes in pronouns. To avoid confusion, we'll be labeling our sections HIS and HERS.

As always, constructive feedback is encouraged. Let us know what you like (and what you don't). Most of all, please enjoy our work. However you see fit.

HERS

I look up at you, finally catching my breath. My body relaxes as I return from the heightened state of pleasure I had just experienced. I was still on my knees, swiftly using my fingers to wipe your sticky, delicious cum from my face. I start, collecting the first glob of you from my eyelid, finally allowing me to see. I am using the first two fingers on my right hand, gliding them into my mouth, licking them clean, and repeating. "You taste so fucking good, Daddy," I say, smacking my lips around my fingers.

I look up at your face, again gathering your delicious cum from my breasts, god there is so much and I want it all inside my mouth. I don't want to waste any of Daddy's cum. My fingers continue to feed me every bit of your release they find. Making sure to remove every trace of your hot, white, thick cum from my body. Savoring its tangy sweetness. God, I was in heaven, satisfied with pleasing my man.

Standing, I wipe my body down with your boxer shorts, before sliding them on to preserve at least some modesty for the walk back to our room for the night, my night dress having been rendered useless.

"Oi, What do you mean about my father?" Looking at you slightly confused, snapping back to reality.

HIS

As I bend down to retrieve your destroyed dress, I hear your question and chuckle to myself. I briefly consider keeping the secret, saving your mother's modesty, but if you're becoming mine, that level of trust requires honesty. So I tell you, "Oh, your mom was watching us through a crack in the door. No idea how much she saw though, I only noticed her there as you were cleaning up."

You look at me, shock registering on your face as we exit the man cave, my hands covering my softening cock as I follow you, waddling back toward the guest room. We make it without issue and close the door behind us. I can't help but watch you, removing my boxers, we're both now fully naked, preparing for bed.

As the clock strikes 1, I walk over to my overnight bag and pull out a box. Wrapped beautifully with an elegant bow. "I've given this a lot of thought," I say, as I approach you beside the bed. "I want to give you this."

You reach out your hands, accepting the package, a wry smile on your face. It is as though I can hear you thinking to yourself, "What is this? Why is he giving me a gift in the middle of the night?" Slowly you open the wrapping, carefully, as though you may need to reuse the paper. Your heart rate is beginning to increase as you consider the possibilities contained within.

Opening the box you see it. A collar made of sterling silver. The piece is understated, elegant and beautiful. The message is simple really, a single word designed to sit perfectly across your throat proclaiming you now, "HIS." I spin my finger around and you turn your back to me. Reaching up I gently pull your hair to the side and affix the clasp, putting the collar on you. My hands on your shoulders, lightly turning you to face me, I first notice that it rests perfectly, exactly where it belongs. But there's something else, a far-off look in your eyes, and is that a tear I see sliding down your beautiful cheek?

I wipe away what I have now confirmed are indeed tears, and kiss your cheek. Cupping your face in my hands, I bring my lips to your forehead. Planting them there, feeling you relax into me. Finally, after what feels like ten years of silence, a lifetime of absorbing this moment together, I speak.

"Rhiannon, I have truly enjoyed our time together these last months. Never did I expect to connect to you as deeply and emotionally as we have. Would you do me the honor of wearing this collar for me?"

HERS

Receiving this exquisite Sterling silver chain was a moment of pure enchantment as my partner, my Daddy gave me this beautiful, delicate piece of jewelry and placed it gently around my neck. I feel it against my skin hanging there the word like a beacon towards my neckline, my fingers trembling, captivated by the word inscribed upon it. That word, which signifies boundless possibilities and acceptance of who I truly am, holds a profound significance for me. As I proudly display this symbol of self-expression, I can't help but wonder what thoughts and emotions will stir within the hearts of my beloved family and friends, when they see the word HIS around my neck.

As I drift off to sleep in my man's comforting embrace, I find contentment in dreaming of our love and reminiscing about the playful moment we had when my own Mom caught us in my dad's office.

Did she enjoy what she had seen? Why didn't she stop us? Did she find my man hot? I felt my temperature rise as my protective nature emerged. He was mine, he owned me now, and I was HIS. The collar around my neck, sterling silver proof of our commitment. With a smile on my face and my heart and stomach filled with our passion, I slowly drift into a satiated slumber.

I wake up feeling a sense of satisfaction, gazing at my man peacefully asleep. As I run my fingers along the necklace he had given me the night before, the temptation becomes irresistible and I reach for his cock, eagerly devouring it, into my mouth.

Indulging in the pleasure of my favorite lollipop, I slowly bring it to my lips, feeling the smooth cock against my tongue. The sensation of sucking and licking intensifies as you get harder in my mouth driving my need to a maddening new level.

As my mouth continues to savor your cock, your sweet, salty precum ignites my taste buds, sending waves of pleasure through my senses. The smoothness of your cock against my tongue with each lick, causes my craving to intensify, my need for the luscious goodness growing stronger. The tantalizing combination of your cock and precum leaves me in a state of pure bliss, as my desire for more becomes almost insatiable.

I can take no more. Not even noticing that the door wasn't fully closed, I mount my stud, my own master's cock, his eyes may still be closed, pretending to be sleeping, but the little smile playing at his lips gives him away. As I straddle my man, my legs shake and my body quivers. My wet, eager pussy glides effortlessly along your powerful cock, feeling its strength between my legs, my pussy radiating with lust and heat. Oh God, I want you inside me. Shifting my hips, I position the head of your hard cock at my dripping entrance, rubbing it up and down my wet lips, coating it in my leaking pussy nectar before I drop down letting you impale me on your cock.

Settling into position, I can feel the raw power of your cock beneath me, your muscles rippling and pulsating with energy. With every movement, I can sense the sheer force and intensity of your cock going in and out of my body, as if it has a life of its own.

Despite the adrenaline rushing through my veins, I find a sense of balance. My legs sliding smoothly along yours, the walls of my pussy greedily swallowing your hard cock. The connection between us is electric, a dance between lust and need, where trust and instinct meld together. As I continue to straddle your cock, my senses heighten.

I can feel every inch of my daddy's cock, deep inside of my pussy from beneath me, causing shivers throughout my body. His eyes are closed, still pretending to be sleeping, but I know better. I can feel him voluntarily thrust his hips up every few seconds, needing to be deeper inside of me.

Beginning to increase my pace, seated right upon my daddy's manhood, I ride that beautiful piece of meat as hard as I can. My boobs are bouncing around, as I feel him knead, kiss, and suck them. My hands grab onto the bed frame for support and for better leverage to continue my onslaught.

You feel so good inside of me and each stroke makes me hunger for another, deeper and harder within me. I can't get enough of it and begin riding you harder, like a wild little slut. Sweat begins dripping down my face as my hips grind at your base before raising and dropping back down, taking you to the hilt at increasing speed. I can feel my orgasm building, but shockingly change course, slowing my movements on your cock just moments before I explode.

Your eyes open wide. "Don't stop!"

"Oh fuckkk," I gasp as I return to my bouncing at your plea. Knowing you must be close to cumming inside your pussy. "Fuck that makes me hot, I don't even own my own pussy anymore," I think. Suddenly, I feel you throbbing inside of me, your stomach clenching as your cock expands and releases in a rush inside me, filling my body with so much cum.

A devilish smile crosses my face and oh fuck do I know this is going to cost me dearly. I look down at your handsome face and work my way up your body, straddle my pussy above your face, and lower myself. My hips begin to roll, grinding my dripping snatch all over your face while you magnificently pleasure my clit with that amazing tongue.

Reaching up from below, you pinch both of my nipples in your fingers and I'm completely lost in the indulgence. I feel my body heating, an immensely powerful orgasm slowly rising and then suddenly surging throughout my body. I am bucking my hips all over my master's face, having to steady myself with the bed frame at the head of our bed, the power of my release completely overcoming my body.

After I come down from my peak, I begin to think somewhat more clearly. Turning my head back towards the door to our guest room, I notice it is now partially open. I look at you as I climb off of your cock, kissing down your body to lovingly suck it clean. Once I have removed all traces of my flavor from your now semi-hard cock, I ask, "You shut the door last night right, why is it open?"

HIS

Looking over my shoulder, I absorb the scene. Someone had opened the door to our room a crack but did not interrupt our passion. My mind begins to weigh the possibilities. Was it your mother, wanting another look at us? Did your son open the door only to be pulled away? Or lastly, was it your father, witnessing first hand his daughter's transformation into a needy little slut for me?

A question for another day, I think, as my eyes narrow, ready to make you pay the price for planting that cum filled pussy on my lips. As I begin to move towards you, my stern expression hinting at the discipline which is sure to follow, the door opens fully, your son standing at the threshold.

My movements are swift, covering my bottom half with our blanket, hoping he hasn't seen my cock, clean, but still shining from the thorough cleansing your wet, hot mouth provided only seconds ago. "Good morning Mommy, good morning Drew," he says, with that million-dollar grin that only a toddler can wear. "Grandma says, breakfast will be ready in 30 minutes." We thank him, tell him to go see if Grandma needs help, and begin to rouse ourselves from bed. Shawn turns to head back to the kitchen, closing the door behind him as I get out of bed and head to the adjoining bathroom for a shower before greeting the day.

Standing under the steaming hot water, I think back to the last 36 hours. We have come a long way. I met your parents, a big step in any relationship, and my meeting Shawn was even more important to us and our future.

Your relationship with Ryan has been altered forever, he will never look at you the same. Every time he sees you, he will remember your submission to me, the feel of your hand, stinging his face, and of course, your bare pussy, the image of which will forever be seared into his brain, a memory frozen in time which he will never stop seeing, but will never see again.

There's also the issue of our audiences. On two separate occasions, our passion, and your submission, were witnessed in real time. Once by your mother, and once by an unknown presence. My mind goes into overdrive, wondering what the atmosphere will be at breakfast.

Finally, I consider your collar. The look of devotion you gave me as I presented it to you. Clasping it around your neck. The tears which streamed down your face as you realized you now belonged to me. The unbridled emotions you wore on your sleeve as your submission became official. The way our dynamic was solidified as I removed my hands from your shoulders and turned you to face me.

Looking for the first time into the eyes of my girl. The only woman I'll ever want to wear my collar and my cum, for the rest of time. "HIS," the collar states, and it's true, you are MINE, but I am also yours. You own my heart, my mind, and my body and I will never forget the trust and love you've shown for me in accepting the gift of my dominance.

As I finish rinsing off, I can feel myself going down the rabbit hole of possibilities, I hear the curtain open and you step inside, joining me in the privacy of the shower. Turning to face you under the spray of water, I see your perfect body, letting my eyes take in every inch of you, from your head to your toes and back again, settling on your beautiful eyes.

Our eyes are locked onto each other, absorbing the love we find within. Stepping forward, I pull you into my arms. My dripping wet body pressed to you, the water now cascading over both of us. My hands cup your face, bringing you in for a kiss which takes our breath away. I can see your body beginning to react, squirming a bit as our tongues dance under the spray of the water.

As our lips part, my hands go to your shoulders, changing our positions, situating you more fully under the water as I retreat, wink at you, and remove myself from the shower. I can hear your sigh of frustration, but remind you, the family is waiting for us. We mustn't keep them long.

Our showers are now complete, we dress and leave the guest room to join your parents, and of course, Shawn. As we round the corner into the kitchen, we can see your mom, dancing around the table, laying out breakfast. Immediately her eyes lock on your collar, a slight smile playing at her lips. She winks at us and continues the task of plating the breakfast feast.

Shawn, busy playing his Switch, looks up at us and smiles before refocusing his attention on his game.

Your father is sitting at the table, reading the paper. He looks up from his article, and you see his eyes bulge out at the recognition of your collar. He immediately realizes not only what it reads, but what it represents. The moment you accepted my collar, he instantly became Dad. You have a new daddy now.

"You two seem to be in a good mood, wonder why that is," he grumbles, and immediately we realize it was him. Your father was the reason the door was open. But what did he witness?

Did he see what a good little cock sucker you are for me? Or worse, did he see his little girl's back arch as she exploded around her master's cock? Did he see my eruption, filling your tight little pussy to the brim? Did he see the animal in you unleashed, repositioning your pussy over my face, so that I could lick you to one last glorious release on my tongue? The possibilities are endless, but he puts his head back down, focusing on the words on the page of his newspaper, his lips tightly pursed together. What he saw or did not see will remain a mystery, at least for now.