Page 11 of Eloise's Daddies
Papa passes my other hand off to him and comes up behind me, gripping my hips as Daddy continues moving deeper.
A slight panic fills me when my toes no longer reach the floor of the ocean because both men are so much taller than me.
“I’ve got you, Baby girl,” Daddy tells me as he slides his arms around my waist and pulls my chest against his.
My breath hitches as my nipples rub against the soft hair of Daddy’s chest, and I start panting when Papa’s hands ease up to stroke my boobies. I’m in the ocean with the two men I love, and they’re sandwiching me, making me hot and bothered.
I glance around. There are a lot of people out in the water. None of them are paying attention to me.
Daddy kisses my neck and then his lips trail up to my ear. “Hold on to Daddy, Baby girl.”
I do as he says. There’s no way I would let go of him so far from the shore that I can’t touch the bottom.
“Wrap your legs around my waist. I’m not going to let go of you, Eloise,” Daddy reassures me.
My legs float up as I lift them. It’s so easy to float, just like he said. As soon as I hook my feet at the small of his back, his hands smooth down my sides and over my padded bottom.
I whimper when he trails his fingers along the edge of my swim diaper. At first when we started adding sex to our relationship, I preferred to totally separate my adult self from my Little, but that’s been harder and harder to do as I’ve started spending more and more time comfortable in my Little space.
I’m not bothered by my diapers anymore. Whenever either of my Daddies has sex with me, we usually start out kissing and engaging in foreplay unexpectedly while I’m still in a diaper. This is definitely one of those occasions.
I moan when Daddy takes my lips in a heated kiss, and my chest arches instinctively toward him when Papa pinches my nipples. I just had an explosive orgasm this morning, but that was a million years ago.
I break from Daddy’s lips and glance around again, self-conscious at a new level.
“Eyes on me, Baby girl,” Daddy insists. “Don’t pay attention to anyone else. They aren’t paying attention to you. I promise. We’re just three people enjoying the ocean.”
My breath hitches a moment later when Daddy reaches under the edge of my swim diaper to stroke my clit.
“That’s my good girl,” Papa says against my neck.
A moment later, Daddy’s finger slides into my pussy, but he doesn’t linger there. Seconds after that, he penetrates my bottom with no warning.
I moan and clench my muscles around the intrusion.
“That’s it, Baby girl. Let it feel good. Get used to my fingers inside you.”
“It’s so naughty,” I murmur breathily.
He smiles. “That’s what makes our kinky girl so horny. We’re crowding you with sensations right now. Not one but two Daddies touching you. Fingers in your most private place. And on top of that, we’re in public.”
I gasp. It’s hard to keep from looking around.
Daddy adds a second finger to my naughty hole.
I squirm. “Daddy…”
Papa kisses my ear as he twists my nipples. “We know you want to take both of us at the same time, sweet girl. Let us work on stretching you so that can be possible.”
I’m not opposed to letting them touch methere, but doing so right here in the ocean is next level naughty. It’s also making me pant. I grip Daddy’s shoulders when Papa slides a hand down the front of my pullup and finds my clit.
I moan again, my body so close to the edge.
“Don’t fight it, sweet girl,” Papa tells me. “Come for us.”
I can’t stop it. My orgasm slams into me with so much force I probably would have drowned if it weren’t for my men holding me up. I’m shaking violently as the waves of my release crash through me—not unlike the ocean waves lapping around us.
When the pulses subside, both men remove their fingers from my diaper. They hug me tight between them, whispering sweet things in my ears about what a good girl I am and how much they love me.
