Helping a Friend’s Loneliness Ch. 01

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Author Note: I’d completed three chapters for the girl that could not cum and I think that is enough to ask for from any interested reader, but there was more to write for pun’kin in my imagination and I also saw a way to tie her new goal in with another heroine from the past that I couldn’t resist.

But since the first problem is solved (finding a selfish villain that liked her inability to cum and didn’t need her to fix something she couldn’t fix), I’m posting her next problem/desire/goal to a new chapter.

MONTH 12 WITH DADDY

It was Sunday afternoon and I was in a predicament, but a sexy one, a “bondage predicament”.

A year in, and Daddy was still fucking me with regularity, with creativity, with lots of getting-what-he-wanted, and orgasms for him (of course) and excitement AND fulfillment for me (but no orgasms, but also no guilt from Daddy on not being able to cum for him).

Sex with less guilt and stress than I’d ever had in my life! What a concept!

Actually, there was little to no stress, since I was a grade-A fuckslut for Daddy. I just had to follow his lead. There was some guilt because I was a no-cummer, but that was self-guilt – Daddy didn’t seem to have a problem with it. In fact, he’d reminded me multiple times that it was to his advantage, since he didn’t have to worry about trying to make me cum.

But back to the predicament, I was currently naked, vulnerable, and doing the splits, legs spread wide, pussy lips peeled open – on some sort of stainless steel table – in the garage. I was also turned on, getting attention, and, as usual with Daddy, both enjoying it and wanting more.

Sometimes sex WAS a dud with him, nothing but the slam-bam stuff – without even a thank-you ma’am to go with it…but not too often!

He hadn’t really had to talk me into this scene. I was pretty much sexual putty in his hands by now. But when he first bent me over the narrow part of the table, and forced me to press my naked boobs into the cool steel, and grip the other edge of the 36 inch top of the six foot wide table, I was sort of wondering what I was in for, even if I wasn’t worrying too much.

Just another bucket list item, I figured, on his evil list of sexual mis-deeds to inflict on his very willing and super-agreeable fuck-slut, his “pun’kin” and “good girl”, as he called me most often now, with “babe” and “honey” thrown in a lot, along with “cunt” and “bitch” when he was in the mood – as well as – very occasionally, even my real name (although that was super-rare).

He had taken my right leg and lifted it up onto the table and tied my ankle off, so that my weight was transferred to my left leg on the floor and to my torso leaning forward on the cool stainless steel. After that, he lifted and stretched my other leg so I was practically doing the splits on the table itself, although the position forced my body forward to get at least some relief!

I had become more limber over the last year under his sexual dominance, so it was manageable, but once both legs were on the table, I could feel my pussy lips really opening up with the stretching apart of my legs – and all my body weight was now on the table, with my fore-arms keeping me balanced and my torso leaning forward, my bigger-than-the-average-girl’s tits hanging down, sensitive nipples touching and being stimulated by cool garage-located metal.

I actually couldn’t help but press my nipples down and into the metal…I loved any stimulation to my tits, especially after Daddy had trained me to enjoy tit-play by actually playing with my tits so much…

Of course, the table was at a good fucking height – as most tables were (that’s probably why tables were made at that height, if you think about it).

His pants were still zipped up, but how I wanted him to unzip, pull his dick out, and pierce and penetrate me with it. What a wild, kinky, creative and sexy position to be tied in! My spreading pussy, my nakedness, my imprisonment in bonds by Daddy was starting to make my mind cycle rapidly between lust, desire and need.

But unfortunately, he wasn’t ready to fuck yet. He walked around and tied my hands off on the other side, away from each other, to the opposite legs of the 36 inch by 72 inch rectangle, 30 inch height, garage-located fucking table that now revealed its true purpose as Daddy’s dicking platform for any willing girl under his control (or at least for me).

After he pulled my arms apart, he did finally unzip, presented his half-hard-already cock to my lowered head, and I gobbled it down eagerly, hands-free (since my hands were tied apart) twisting my head to get as much of his shaft as I could in my first hole, my “oral hole”, as he put a hand on my skull and encouraged my lips-tongue-and-throat devotion.

“Such a good girl, as always!”

“Mmmmmm…Daddy, I’m so turned on, I love your cock!” I took the chance to say when I had the opportunity.

It didn’t take him long to get fully hard, beyoğlu escort what with my eager mouth wet and working, my younger, curvy, naked body at his disposal, my improved oral skills expertly bringing his thick, nicely-sized dick, now with more stamina after fucking me regularly – having access to his three-hole girl whenever he wanted it, having also gotten into better “fucking” shape, since we were moved in together and he was fully utilizing me on a nearly daily basis as his blowjob girl and fucktoy, even as we’d grown closer together in liking each other, in trusting each other, in me stretching out to his boundaries and even him stretching to my boundaries, giving me all the time I wanted, fucking all three of my holes instead of just two, letting me be his submissive and obedient fuck-doll in exchange for his time, attention, and companionship.

When he pulled his stiff hard-on out of my wet mouth and walked back around to the other side, I looked forward to him slipping easily into my stretched, gaping, air-cooled, leg-split pussy or, failing that, then into my willing, hopeful, available, vulnerable asshole.

But I had to wait as he took the chance, now that I was both wrist bound and ankle-bound to all four corners of the sturdy stainless steel, to tighten my legs even more, pulling my ankles even farther apart, since my whole body, even doing the splits, was less than the 72 inch table length, and he had time to make my bound leg-split even tighter, adjusting everything so that I was truly under tension, spread, helpless, pussy lips peeled and spread apart, fucking hole available and almost certainly easy to see, everything prepared for Daddy’s masculine bondage and dominance desires.

I marveled out how simply I was bound, but how completely helpless I was, secure for him to take, how open his access to any of my holes that he was in the mood for.

“You look really good, stretched out and available like that, pun’kin.”

“Daddy…oh g*d, please put your cock inside me. I’m feeling so vulnerable, but I need you inside me…anywhere you want, Daddy…please…please…please…”

I was already deep in sub-space lust, even if it was going nowhere in terms of that ultimate pleasure of climax that is the goal of sex that we’re all taught about. But I hardly felt any guilt anymore at not being able to cum for him. He had pain-girl for that and he could just fuck me as his mood dictated, in any way he wanted, and today it was stretched into the splits on his garage workbench, albeit steel instead of wood, looking more appropriate for a hospital storage room or a tech company, than at a man’s home.

I could feel my asshole winking open and closed, and I assumed my pussy was beaded with moisture from being turned on while being pulled apart, I was almost drooling in anticipation of being dicked by Daddy in this brand-new position I had never experienced.

After tightening my legs to pull my pussy lips as far apart as they would go in the obscene sexual split he’d put me into, he came back around to my front for another oral “top-off” of the “hardness tank” before what I assumed was the main event. I loved his hand on the back of my head as I used my looser tied, but still spread to the opposite corner hands to give me leverage to pull closer to him and to bring as much of his hardening-again dick inside my mouth as possible, relishing the thought of his heated, hardened shaft sliding home soon into either my cunt or into my equally vulnerable and willing back-door.

I flexed my body in anticipation, pulling into my core against all four limbs tied off to the corners, as he pulled out, walked around, and drove easily into my cunt, putting a hand on each hip to pull me back onto his cock even as he drove forward his hips, putting even more pressure on my split legs, turning a 10 degree angle from left-ankle-roped-to-left-post, up along my straightened leg, across the hollow of my knee, further along my tightened, tautened, stretched hamstring, right up to my left pussy-lip, across my spread-open-by-bondage-tensioned-cunt (which was now filled with cock) – and over to my right pussy-lip, hamstring, knee, calf and ankle-tied-to-right corner-post. He pulled me back so that the double 10 degree angle that my body described became a flat line, pulled onto his hard cock, seating him fully into my sugar walls, before he began a slow fucking rhythm that was just right (because it was HIS rhythm), pushing his hips into my stretched-apart labial crease and my gaping cunt.

Absolute heaven to be naked, tied, spread wide, helpless, dominated, filled, and fucked…by a man who didn’t waste time checking in or wondering if I was okay with things – who just did as he pleased and left it to me to object if I wanted to.

“Oh Daddy! That feels so good…you are making me feel so fucking OWNED!”

“You are a sight, babe!”

While still fully inserted cock-in-my merter escort cunt, I heard him pull his belt from the loops, double it over, and then felt it as he strapped my back, across my shoulder-blades, medium-hard with the leather belt, sort of testing almost, to understand the position and the angles.

Again, indescribable, the feeling of being bound on a table, legs stretched to a straight line with simple, but effective bondage, hands spread wide, forcing my tits and chest into the cool metal, filled with cock, strapped leisurely on my back, totally and completed dominated, Daddy’s left hand on my left hip, Daddy’s right hand lazily bringing leather down on my fleshy buttocks, or high across my shoulders, as well as mid-level across my flanks.

When he transferred his left hand to take hold of my hair to pull my head up while he strapped and fucked me, I transported into even a deeper level of obedient sub-space and little-girl heaven as Daddy had his total sexual way with me.

He was turned on himself and I felt, from lots of experience of fucking him and being fucked by him, his urgency rising and I could imagine in my mind, even if I couldn’t feel them, his balls tightening and approaching the point of no return as he built to orgasm while fucking his table-bound, split-wide, obedient sex-bitch to yet another satisfying male orgasm for him, twinned with the joy of being fucked for me (since orgasms were forever out of reach on my part with him, or with any man).

And I loved the way, as I felt his cock flex and his sperm shoot into my pussy, it was all over in less than 10 minutes, the second load of jism I’d taken from him since our weekend had started yesterday.

Looking back, flashing over the last year, I loved the way he’d adjusted to having constant access to me so that he could get hard more often, fuck me more often, still have the libido to fuck pain-girl once a week or twice a month, using her need, her absolute desire and craving, for his sadism to get her engine hot enough to reach take-off speed, and have a girl orgasming for him like I couldn’t.

One of the only slight imperfections, as he pumped his latest offering of man-seed into my pussy, feeling it coat my cervix afresh, was that he fucked me so often I never really got big loads from him anymore…he couldn’t manufacture new sperm FAST ENOGH to really fill me up the way I loved when he didn’t fuck me as much early on, when we’d sometimes go 4 or 5 days between blowjobs or fuck-sessions in the first few months!

Maybe I could look into some sort of old wive’s tale and talk him into building some jism volume for me…

But how to approach that without making him feel inadequate…I wasn’t really unhappy with all the sex I was having with him…I just wanted more sperm when he came inside me…I didn’t think that was unreasonable to want…in fact, it was a sign I really liked him!

But things can never be perfect. Even when they are, we make up things to be unhappy about.

But I was just in dreamy, happy-land as his dick cooled down in my stretched open-by-bondage pussy, his left hand still holding my hair, but loosely now, allowing me to put my head back down on the stainless steel, as he came down from his own spurting, coating, filling-me climax, his belt held in his right hand, his right hand simultaneously on my right hip.

“Wow! I’m glad I tried that out. It works great. You pussy was right there for the taking. How beautiful you look stretched out on that table, pun’kin! Both holes were just begging for penetration!”

“Yes, Daddy…that was really sexy. Thank you!”

“An experiment, really, I want to stretch out our mutual friend in a new way, open her up for the belt, for the horse-crop, for the rod…but I wasn’t sure if it would work, so I had to try it out on your first.”

“I’m so glad I got a sneak preview! I’m sure she’ll appreciate this position, both for the vulnerability, and for the easy access to your dick when you finally decide to fuck her!”

I also continued to love how open he was in his communication, even as his dick was softening inside my pussy, and I gloried in the aftermath of being fucked and bound by the experienced and ready-to-take-advantage-of-a-sexual-situation man in my life. I knew from being a weekly and semi-monthly voyeur the last year and always watching the two of them together when he fore-played her with pain and drove her to orgasms with sadism to feed her masochism that this particular position that he’d tied me in, on THIS table, would absolutely expose her to punishment on her back and ass and thighs (if not to her tits or to her pussy) to heat her up as well as to power-fucking once she was ready to cum.

This position, stretched, split, tits-down, head able to be pulled up, made a girl’s mouth, pussy and asshole pretty easily available, and at the right height for walk-up-to-the-spot fucking if güngören escort the man’s height matched the table’s height (and his did, obviously).

He could take belt, paddle, whip, palm, or cane to her buttocks and her thighs. He could take a thin piece of leather to her spread-apart crease and apply pain directly to her upturned, winking asshole. The labia would be tougher to get to, but who knows. She was a bit smaller, a bit slimmer, more athletic, c-cup rather than d-cup, and even more limber than me, so I could imagine him getting even a little bit of an inverted V, pulling her pussy slightly off the table to expose her little girl parts better for his punishment and his cock even more than mine had been exposed.

And of course, he could clamp her nipples and push them into the table to make up for not being able to whip or strap or slap them. He could bitch-slap her while he face-fucked her.

He could take the scene that had just happened with me – obedience and light-to-medium spanking play and turn it up 3x to 5x for her, or whatever she needed to build the necessary heat to get to the point where she could (and would) climax and clamp around his cock in female ecstasy – in a way that I couldn’t, so I was grateful that he had her as an outlet to get what he deserved, to get what I couldn’t provide.

It might be a challenge for her to cum from the pussy-only penetration while bound like I was now – nothing touching my clit (or hers), plus her clit was hidden a bit from crop or belt (I think the punishment to her clit made vaginal penetration climaxes easier for pain-girl), but the wide stretch, the vulnerability to his lust, combined with the turned-up corporal punishment on other parts of her body, would do it, I was sure. And he always was good at reading her body language, knowing when she’d reached the right sexual temperature to ride the waves of true physical pleasure in a way that was impossible for me.

And Daddy ALWAYS held off his own fucking with her until he knew she was ready and primed to pussy-grip his dick in female climax.

And as he continued to cool down in post-orgasm contentment with his dick still inside me, sliding gently in and out even as it cooled down, half-hard and feeling really, really. REALLY good in my pussy, while I was stretched, filled, leg-split, and tied to the fucking table, my mind flitted to the new challenge in front of me and my new bestie, pain-girl, who he’d started calling “princess” to my “pun’kin”.

Since we had come to this mutually beneficial arrangement for all three of us (at my request and urging and manipulation and insistence) where I got my fetish of constant companionship fulfilled with an experienced and studly male…and Daddy got his fetish of a fuck-slut who would do (almost) whatever he wanted because I couldn’t cum and he didn’t need to worry about fucking me in any particular way to get an orgasm for myself…and pain-girl/princess and Daddy got to continue to explore the sadism-for-female-orgasm understanding that suited all three of us – her for masochism / orgasms, him for sadism / orgasms, and me for having a girl that could give Daddy what I couldn’t give him, which was a girl cumming on Daddy’s dick, and her soaking up something that I probably couldn’t take – which was Daddy’s lurking sadism streak…

…I’d actually become BEST FRIENDS with my masochistic girlfriend!

In reality, I thought of us a triad now, a throuple if you want to adopt some of these new and confusing terms.

She and I spent a lot of time together talking and planning on her dates with Daddy, making sure he didn’t skip too often their own punishment and fucking dates. I sometimes cuddled with them afterwards, after he’d fucked her and destroyed her body (as she liked to have done), and then had her cool him down…before she dressed and left leaving Daddy to sleep with me for the night as I clung to him in need and longing and companionship-fetish. We gossiped offline about how Daddy fucked us, and about prior boyfriends – you know, trading secrets and vulnerabilities and hopes and dreams and fears and desires.

I actually liked spending time with her, not as a rival, but as a co-conspirator. And she felt the same way, I think.

…and the point of this little addendum?

Princess and I were actually in the middle of plotting how to get her to move in with Daddy and me.

Since she had no desire for vanilla sex and didn’t keep anything on the side with any other guys, she was living on her own with nothing else going on.

Why spend all her time alone, when she could join the fun with me, we could both be available for Daddy, and we could gossip in person whenever we wanted, rather than over texts or lunch???

I was safe and comfortable, so didn’t think I’d mind at all a step-down in quantity if Daddy decided to fuck her more often if she moved in.

And help on rents and groceries would always be welcome in this ever-more-expensive world.

If we had a good thing going, why spend more money between the three of us than necessary!

And it would help the environment too!

I had the “good of the Earth” in mind as well…I’m an EARTH-FRIENDLY re-counter of this episode of my life…

I’m NOT just looking for a PLOT POINT …honest…

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