This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age.
"Aw, come on Brigid! Please?" Marta was begging me, right in the middle of the mall no less, for another night with me and my slave Daddy.
I'm Brigid, I think we met last time? I'm the short, stacked strawberry blonde who has her Daddy for a sex slave, remember me now? He's been mine for years, ever since I caught him jerking off in my panties when I was nineteen. We came to an arrangement we both like, he's my submissive toy every night until I'm done fucking him.
Turns out I like being in charge and Daddy likes to serve me, even taking it up the ass from my huge strap-on. In public we're as normal as can be, in private I get to be as depraved as I want and Daddy has all the sex he can handle.
Now Marta was a different story. We'd met in high school, went to the same college, we're still best friends and now sometimes lovers as well. I'd told her about Daddy and me and long story short we'd spent a
very
wild night together, just the three of us. It was the best sex any of us had ever had, I still rubbed my kitty thinking about it.
The problem was me, slave Daddy was
mine
. I didn't want to share him all the time, even if it was with my best friend. Plus I knew Dad had a thing for Marta and had since we were in high school, I might have been a teeny bit jealous.
Marta is gorgeous, I have a hard time keeping my hands off her myself. She's 5'8" and slender with a built-in tan complexion, nice firm little boobies high on her chest and a delicious pussy. Our sessions since our threesome were hotter than ever, she kept fantasizing about us having another one.
Well I did, and I'm sure Dad did too. I was just being unreasonable. I was about to give in and tell her yes when I had a brainstorm.
"Tell you what, Marta. I'll do it, I'll invite you back with you-know-who and myself on one condition." The mall security guy was walking past just then, I didn't want to take any chances.
When I told Marta what my condition was she got a thoughtful look, pondered for a moment, then agreed. Fantastic! Tonight even worked for her, I texted Daddy his orders for the night on the spot.
Eight o'clock the doorbell rang, Marta was right on time. I opened the door and gave her a big hug. I brought her inside and offered her a drink, which she refused.
"Let's just get started, I'm so excited!" Marta said. I led her up to the master bedroom. Standing outside the double doors was the naked slave Daddy, his dick already hard. He opened the doors for us and gestured us in.
"All right, strip, slave Marta!" I commanded, my voice a whip. Marta began stripping immediately, an excited look on her face. Soon she was down to her lingerie, a virginal white bra and panty set that looked striking against her dark skin. In a flash that was gone as well and she stood naked before me, eyes bright, licking her lips, thrilled with this new experience.