Page 8 of Second Helpings (Sweet Treats 4)

“Ohhh,” is my guttural moan. “Unnnh.”

“That’s it,” growl the men. For the first time, I can hear some wet slapping sounds, and I assume they must be beating themselves off. The image of two huge, hardened alpha males fisting themselves while staring at my nubile form drives me over the edge, and my back straightens suddenly as climax arrives.

“Ohhh!” is my delighted cry. “Fuck!”

Hot spasms jolt through my sweetest spot as my back ring clamps down on my finger, almost breaking it. My tits tremble and bobble, and my eyes roll up into the back of my head as pure ecstasy courses through me.

“Unnnh—”

But then all goes dark as I suffer the little death. I genuinely pass out for a moment, unable to breathe or think while in this new state of mind.

When I come to, my finger’s slipped out of my back hole and the two voices on the speakers are urgent.

“Sienna,” they say. “Come back to us baby. You did great. Come back to us.”

Dazed, I lift my head from the mattress, totally spent and drained.

“Goodness,” is my murmur. One arm stretches for my phone and I turn off the vibrating egg. Unfortunately, I still don’t have enough energy to pop it out of myself, so it sits snug between my folds, a pleasant little orb of energy. When I look between my legs, there’s a huge wet stain on the coverlet, but I’m so wrung out with pleasure that I can’t even be bothered to care. Instead, my head flops back again, peachy curves still heaving with satiation.

“You did great,” a low male rasp sounds in the room. “We were so worried about you when you passed out like that.”

“Yes,” agrees the other voice. “Which means that the next time this happens, we want to be in the room with you, Sienna. We want to kiss you, stroke you, and take you to the highest heights before watching you shudder and scream our names. Then, we’ll be there as you come down as well, sweet girl, making sure you re-surface gently as it all recedes.”

I sigh, my head still murky.

“But that would mean that you’re going to reveal yourselves,” I say in a sweet tone. “Am I going to meet you in real life?”

Two chuckles sound out again.

“Absolutely baby girl, because we’re right around the corner from you. We’re Jock and Jack Larson. You know, Layla’s dad and uncle.”

I jerk upright then, my eyes flying open and every part of me alert. Oh my god, I just did a cam show for my friend’s dad and uncle? Ohmygod, Layla’s going to kill me if she finds out!

But Jock and Jack are gorgeous. They’re six three each with charming smiles, flashing blue eyes, and physiques made of carved wood. Just like my dad, they’re also long-haul truckers who work out non-stop to keep fit for their job.

And I just did this with them? Suddenly, my world just got a lot spicier.

4

Jock

“Are you ready for this?” I ask my brother. The two of us are at a café, waiting for Sienna to arrive.

It’s wrong. We shouldn’t be here, and neither should she. But Dads and Daughters is something that we enjoy, and Sienna is our latest prize.

“I’m ready,” my brother growls, idly tapping the tabletop with one bronzed finger. “The question is, will she show? You have to admit that our little cam girl was surprised when we started talking to her.”

That’s true because we initiated Sienna in a roundabout way. Dads and Daughters is usually more straightforward. When a daughter turns eighteen, she’s taken by one of the dads and shown the ways of the world. He makes sure she enjoys herself, and she’s taken care of by an older man who knows what he’s doing, as opposed to some nerdy, acne-ridden teenage boy who prematurely spurts at exactly the wrong time.

But Jack and I have been waiting a long time for Sienna. It all started a few years ago when her dad, Tyler, began dating my daughter Layla. It was pre-arranged, sort of. Layla turned eighteen, and Tyler was her “initiator,” so to say. He and Layla had a steamy first time together, and I was appreciative of his efforts.

But something sparked in the air between Layla and Tyler, and they’ve been in an exclusive relationship ever since. It was unexpected because most dads and daughters don’t get into relationships. It’s more of a transient thing, seeing that we’re long-haul truckers. A trucker pulls into a stop, and then a sweet, nubile daughter spends the night with him so that he gets relief before heading out on the road again.

I’m not saying that relationships never happen. In fact, many dads and daughters have pre-arranged meet-ups every time the dad pulls into the daughter’s city. For example, a couple years back there was a sweet little thing named Cindy in Milwaukee. Every time I was in Milwaukee, Cindy came out to greet me and we tore up the sheets in the cab of my truck.

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