He hops down and I suddenly feel as though I’m making a mountain out of a mole hill.

  “Tell me your worries, child. Let me see if I can help.”

  Feeling foolish, I explain to the pastor that Daddy had to leave town with no explanation beyond having some personal matter to attend to, leaving out the part where he has not shown any interest in my body all week.

  The pastor places a reassuring hand on my arm. “He told me the same thing several days ago. Said he was headed up to Betheltown to see about some real estate investments. So rest your worries, child. All is well with Daddy Duke.”

  I want to believe him. I really do. But if that’s all it is, why wouldn’t he just tell me?

  “Thank you, pastor.” I kiss him politely on the cheek. But I’m already designing a plan to find out for myself what is really going on.

  ***

  Betheltown isn’t that far away, only ten miles or so, and by wagon it will only take an hour to get there.

  And as it just so happens, Mr. Wallsworth from the town hall happily offers me a ride there, explaining he has family he can visit with. I need to see just what Daddy is up to, if this so-called real estate investment is real.

  Mr. Wallsworth drops me in front of the town’s only restaurant just as darkness falls, and we go our separate ways. With a few coins in my purse, I walk inside, but when I don’t see my daddy anywhere, I leave on foot, staring at the saloon across the street.

  There are a few lights on through the window, and I see a number of people gathered around the bar, so I walk on over, praying I find Daddy inside sitting with a man in a suit, sharing a few drinks, and discussing real estate transactions.

  But that’s not what I find. And coming here alone seems like it might have been a mistake. There appears to be about seven or eight men in here, and every single one of them fixes their eyes on me.

  One of them nods at me and walks my way. He’s tall and has sandy blond hair, and the front of his shirt appears to be unkempt. “Hello there, miss. You look lost.”

  I press down the front of my dress and consider turning on my heels and walking out. But then I realize … my daddy is supposed to be here. Somewhere in this town. I hold my chin up, confident.

  “I’m not lost. I’m looking for someone.”

  He sips amber fluid from a mug. “Maybe I can help. I know all the locals.”

  “He’s not a local. He’s a big man, dark hair and eyes. And he’s supposed to be here in Betheltown, working on a business transaction.”

  The man lifts a brow. “That Duke fella? Wants everyone to call him ‘daddy’ or some shit?”

  “Yes, that’s him,” I answer, feeling a slight bit relieved.

  He flicks his head towards the top of the landing upstairs. “He’s up there, but mind you, darlin’, he’s not alone.”

  He watches my face as he takes another sip of his ale, and I am able to read between the lines. I don’t want to believe it.

  “Which room is he in?” I ask, feeling fear grip me.

  “Last one on the right.”

  I make a beeline for the stairs, and he calls out to me. “Oh, and miss? You may want to knock before you barge in there.”

  I feel dizzy as I make my way up the stairs, and I can feel the stares of all the men below. I’m sure they know this “Duke fella” is my husband. And I feel like the biggest fool ever.

  My mind is going crazy with all the possibilities as I approach the end of the hallway. I try convincing myself that Daddy is in here with someone working on a real estate deal, maybe shaking hands right this moment.

  But even I know that is dumb.

  I place my hand softly on the doorknob, pressing my ear to the wooden surface. I hear a few giggles, and my insides tighten.

  Please let there be someone else in here other than my daddy, I silently chant.

  After pushing the door open a few inches, I can see him clearly, his side facing me. And I have to bite my tongue to remain silent.

  He’s standing in front of the bed, fully clothed save for his penis which is jutting from an opening in his pants. Two completely naked women are kneeling in front of him, one blond-haired and the other a brunette. They are both full-figured beauties, making me feel … insignificant. One of them is stroking his length with her small hand while the other drags her tongue over his bulbous head.

  It’s a struggle not to vomit up the little bit of lamb I ate for dinner earlier this evening. What Daddy is doing, being unfaithful to me with two other women, at the same time, it is … revolting. Disgusting, even.

  But at the same time, I can’t stop watching this intimate display. Because as jealous as I feel at the moment, I’m also feeling that heat grow between my legs. Need surges through my body as I wonder … is this what he wants? Two women, at the same time? And if so, why did he marry me when he could simply hire a few prostitutes to take care of his needs?

  It suddenly becomes clear. All the cooking I do, the cleaning, and taking care of other things around the house, and the fact that being his wife offers him more respect and prestige with the townsfolk. No wonder he wanted a wife. He’s got it made in the shade. And he can still run off to the next town over and have the best of both worlds.

  I feel as though I’m going to snap from anger when Daddy starts to thrust his hips while gripping their hair. His cock finally springs up and down when the brunette releases her lips from his monstrous head.

  “Girls. You must stop or else I will cum, and you know that’s not allowed.”

  The blond giggles. “Persephone, I told you we shouldn’t do our best work here tonight. Daddy Duke needs to save aaaallll that cum for his wife.” She then cups his huge balls, and I can’t help but let out a gasp.

  Daddy snaps his head in my direction, and I quickly pull the door closed, silently praying he didn’t see me. I start to scurry down the long hallway, but when I hear the door open, I know it’s too late.

  “Emma?” His voice bellows out behind me. “Is that you?”

  I freeze and turn around to face him, lowering my eyes in fear. He could do anything to me if he gets angry enough.

  “Yes, Daddy. It’s me.”

  He crosses his arms across his wide chest. “What in the world are you doing here?”

  I start to give him some squirrely answer, tell him I made a mistake, that I’ll be on my way back home and he can finish up with his “personal matter.” But something inside of me is too angry to do that.

  “Shouldn’t I be the one asking that question? You are my husband, and I just caught you committing sin with two other women. At the same time no less.” I clench my fists and nearly stomp my foot but manage to keep myself in check.

  “Those two?” he asks, tossing his thumb over his shoulder.

  “Yes, those two. Wait, are you telling me there are more?”

  He chuckles, his shoulders bouncing up and down. “Baby, I was not committing sin with them. They are doing their jobs, and getting paid handsomely, I might add.”

  “Why are you paying them to perform oral pleasures on you when I am willing to do it for free?”

  Daddy holds up a hand and gives me a stern look. “Watch your mouth there, my little bride. I’m your husband, and I will not hesitate to turn you over my knee if I must.”

  I relax my hands and wipe the tears forming in the corners of my eyes. “I apologize, Daddy. But surely you can understand how I feel?”

  “Get your little bottom inside this room at once,” he grits out, pointing at the door impatiently.

  And just like that, like the good, subservient wife that I am, I do as he asks, joining the two handsomely paid whores who are now lying on the bed, still stark naked.

  I sit on the edge, and they both smile at me before giving one another a look.

  “Daddy Duke. You brought us a toy?” Persephone says.

  “Maybe. Danielle and Perseph, this is my wife, Emma. I was just about to explain to her what you two lovely women were doing for me. Would you like to indulge her with this information instead?”

  “I’d love to!” Danielle exclaims, turning to face me and sitting up on her knees. Her full breasts sway as she pulls her hair up and ties it in a bun as she starts to explain. “Your husband wants to have a baby with you, but he wants twin boys so he can teach them all the ways of being a man.”

  “And in order to have twin boys,” Persephone takes over, trailing a finger down the sides of her hips as she lies there. “You have to build up as much cum as possible for a week, and on the last night of that week, enjoy the mouths of two whores before returning to your wife and consummating the act.”

  I am officially speechless. I twist my gaze up at Daddy as he towers over us, arms crossed and jaw hitched, visibly still angry.

  “You want me to have a baby? Already?”

  It’s a bit fast, but also … so sweet.

  “Yeah, I want you to have a baby. Twins. I want that belly of yours full with my children. Just thinking about it makes me hard as a rock.”

  He tugs his cock from his pants, long and thick and dripping clear fluid. I never knew where twins came from, but now I know.

  Daddy wasn’t rejecting me. He was trying to control himself so that he could get me pregnant with twin boys.

  “I thought you didn’t want me, that you were disgusted by me, Daddy.”

  The expression on his face softens, like he feels guilty. “I’m sorry I made you think that. You know I’m a thoughtless bastard at times.”

  “So, you have to let these women orally serve you all night? And you can’t orgasm until tomorrow morning?”

  He nods, once. “Not necessarily all night, but yes, most of it. It’s going to be hell, but by god it will be worth it to be able to fuck you and dump my seed inside of that belly of yours.”

  I jump up and throw my arms around his neck, feeling his stiff cock bump into my tummy.

  “Oh Daddy. I love you so much.”

  Surprisingly, he hugs me back. “Damn it, Emma, I love you more than I ever thought possible. The only way I know to show you how much, is by putting a baby in you.”

  He kisses me firmly on the lips, and I’ve never felt so relieved about anything in my entire life.

  “So …” I ask, gripping the base of his thick shaft. “Since I am your wife, will I be allowed to stay here and watch these pretty women service you?”

  He growls and cups my bottom. “Yes, and if you see I’m about to cum, you have to stop them. Got it?”

  My body tingles all over. “Yes, Daddy. I can do that.”

  “And maybe,” he adds, glancing their way, “when I give you the word, you can join in with them, let me watch the three of you torture me with your mouths.”

  “Mmm, that sounds delightful.” I smile but Daddy presses his lips to mine and demands silence with a kiss.

  I continue stroking his length, and I think Persephone and Danielle take that as their cue to come over because before I know it, they are back on their knees, their mouths placing wet kisses along his erection that I can feel with my hand.

  I lower myself to the floor, joining them in what will become an all-night session of sensual and erotic oral love making to Daddy’s cock.

  It’s a good thing I am motivated to please him, that I am so wildly attracted to and in love with my husband. And knowing that he is doing this for me, for us—and not because he wants these other women—it makes me fall more in love with him.

  The thing that’s the most unexpected from all of this is how much pleasure I get from watching these two women enjoy my husband’s penis. I think to myself, that man is mine. He belongs to me, and I belong to him.

  And once this is all over with, I will have him all to myself once again.

  I watch him grow stiff at the way their tongues flit along his length, the soft growls he makes as he looks my way. I lift my dress and expose my pussy to him so he can see how wet and swollen I am getting. And with just one glance, his cock grows stiffer. I see the veins bulging, the tip turning dark purple, and I tell the women to back off, knowing that Daddy is about to burst.

  Daddy orders me to touch myself, to glide several fingers inside of me, deep, then come back out and brush my clit. My heart speeds up as I do, and he guides Persephone back on his cock where she proceeds to suck his huge mushroomed crown as Danielle sucks his ball sac.

  We do this until the wee hours of the night, the torment becoming almost unbearable. Listening to Daddy make all these throaty sounds as he fucks Persephone and Danielle’s face, making me touch myself, bring my wet pussy to the edge but not being able to cum. I don’t know how Daddy has lasted a week without bursting at the seams.

  But we only have a few hours to go because first thing in the morning, Daddy will take me, finally, and spurt his seed in my belly.

  He pays the women sometime in the middle of the night and sends them on their way, and they let us both know they are available if we should need their services again in the future.

  Daddy walks to me and unties my dress, his tired eyes sweeping over me and his cock still hard as a hammer. “You and I will get some sleep now. And I will hold you all night with my cock pressed against your backside as a reminder of what will come first thing in the morning.”

  “Yes, sir, Daddy,” I answer, hot and breathless, the sexual tension thick and heavy in the air.

  My nipples are hard, and the fluids of my desire stream down the insides of my thighs as Daddy blows out the lamps and crawls on the bed. The moonlight spills through the window, and I can see his erection pointing to the ceiling. I lean over, jutting my rear in the air as I clean it with my tongue, leaving no traces of anyone else’s saliva on my husband.

  I hear that low rumble in his throat, and a drop of salty fluid pulses from his shaft, making me realize just how much I missed my husband’s manhood. I lower my face further, so that I can reach his scrotum, and I make circles with my tongue over the bumpy flesh, Daddy’s hands fisting my hair as he groans seductively.

  “Baby, I need you up here. I’m so close to cumming, and I do not want to blow all this hard work, literally.”

  I let out a tired laugh and nuzzle up next to him. “Sorry. It’s just that I have missed you so much.”

  He wraps his big arms around me, and I take in his manly scent, all musky and spicy. He kisses my head, a soft gesture for him, and the both of us finally go quiet and begin to relax. But before I fall asleep, I glance down and see that Daddy is still rock hard, and it makes me feel sorry for him.

  “Hey, I thought you were going to lay me on my side and press that cock to my backside?”

  I hear him release a deep breath. “I changed my mind, baby.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I can’t trust myself to not slip inside of you in my sleep.”

  I nod. “Okay. I will see you at dawn. Sleep well, Daddy.”

  “Sleep well, my baby.”

  It seems as though I am no sooner asleep than the sun wakes me up, the bright light hitting my eyes. Daddy stirs next to me, and when I hear his voice, I feel a rush that starts in my belly and settles in my womanhood.

  The soft undulations of Daddy’s growl move to my ear, and he rolls me over to face him. I must have moved away from him during the night, or else he pushed me away.

  “Baby. Come here. It’s time to fill that belly with my seed.” He cups my face and slides his tongue inside my mouth.

  “Mmm,” I purr, letting my tongue dance with his as I tease his balls.

  He groans and I feel his flesh prick underneath my fingertips. I know he must be dying to release himself.

  “Damn it, baby,” he says, looking into my eyes with a mixture of love and pent-up sexual frustration. “I’m about to blow, but because you were such a good girl for me, you deserve a reward.”

  “I do?”

  Without answering, he pulls me on top of him, his warm body next to mine and the hair of his chest rubbing against my aching breasts. His monstrous cock slides between my thighs, leaving behind a sticky trail of pre-cum that makes me even wetter. He then moves those strong hands of his underneath my arms and pulls my body up to his face so that my pussy is hovering above his lips.

  My hands fall to the wall as I gasp.

  With nothing but need and lust swirling around us, he probes my slick gash with his tongue, moving in and out and fucking me with the thick muscle of his mouth. My fingers scratch the wall, and I rotate my hips, grinding my meaty lips all over his chin, his cheeks, and his lips.

  Daddy moans and moves his hands up to my breasts where he delicately teases my nipples, softly pinching and rolling the sensitive flesh of my buds between his fingers. And the second he flits the surface of my clitoris, I topple over the edge of ecstasy, shuddering from head to toe as I cum.

  “Oh sweet Jesus … Daddy…” I groan, feeling my walls clench over and over, my little pearl bouncing hard through my orgasm.

  I barely catch my breath when he moves me down his long body to where his cock is waiting, hard and turgid and drenched in his own pre-cum.

  He lifts me high up, then slides me over his length, his eyes closing the moment he rubs against my cervix. I let my hands fall to his chest, his wide girth a welcome sensation since I haven’t felt him all week.

  “Fuck … baby…” he groans. “I’m going to erupt inside your sweet pussy.”

  “Do it, Daddy. Don’t hold back,” I purr.

  His big hands grip my hips and he forces himself in as deep as he can. I feel the hard twitch, the warmth of his seed as it sprays against my walls. It’s so violently strong that Daddy’s thighs tremble beneath me, his body shuddering uncontrollably as he cums.

  I watch the pained expression on his face, and after several long minutes of feeling his length twitch and spurt, and hearing him roar his pleasure, he begins thrusting once again.

  “I’m going to cum inside you so many times, baby…”

  I huff and ride him like he’s a stallion, carrying me to unknown horizons, bouncing up and down as he rams me good and hard. I’m on the cusp of cumming myself when he pulls my face to his so he can kiss me.

  And when I do cum, our tongues are intertwined and he is groaning to the back of my throat.

 

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