I finally sat down at my laptop at the end of a very long and gruelling day prepared to have a burst of productivity and Get Shit Done and then I read this…. now I have no choice but to masturbate until my clit is numb and pass out dreaming sweetly of double Daddies.
We finally decided that she could just call us both Daddy.
It ended a lot of confusion, and now we get to play the classic good Daddy/bad Daddy game where one of is nicer than the other one. It’s often hard to tell if the nice one is fucking her mouth or spanking her, but the details aren’t the important part. The expression on her face when she turns back and forth between us is priceless. She actually drools on occasion, and she made me promise to make her a t-shirt that reads “Two Daddy’s Are Better Than One.”
If she finds it hot we find it comforting. It’s nice to have another man around the house to deal out punishment, make the ice-cream sundaes, and fuck her up the ass when we’re tired. It’s nice to know that if I’ve had a long day, he’s there to tuck her in before she gives us our goodnight blowjobs. And when she’s crying because she’s not allowed to come it’s always helpful to have someone to rely on for strength.
“You can’t come until Daddy is done,” he whispers into her ear.
“But you came twenty minutes ago,” she whines.
Which is when he reminds her that I’m still fucking her, and if she wants to have any fun she should probably squeeze her cunt tighter and stop complaining. And then he holds her hair, and I kiss her lips as her pout turns back to wonder and surprise.
And later, when she’s lying quietly between us, we smile at one another before sharing a tender kiss. We sink down into the bed, we close our eyes, and finally we sleep.
—Guy New York