More of Daddy's Girls Ch. 40

As Jersey leaned back against Cassandra's spread thighs she looked down at the heiress with a playful grin on her sweet face. The queen appeared anything but playful as she glared up at the masseuse, apparently not finding Jersey's multiple-orgasmic coupling with Burt anything to be happy about. There was a fierce jealousy in her sparkling eyes, no doubt wishing their places were switched.

It took a minute or two to recover from the intense sexual activity, but once she had Jersey reached her right hand down. Lifting up off of Cassandra and moving into a kneeling position, the masseuse worked a finger into her own sore, still-throbbing canal.

"I'm all filled up with his cum," she goaded over the heiress, who was now no longer in that lofty of positions. "Want a taste?"

When Cassandra failed to respond she withdrew the finger that was covered and dripping with semen and rubbed it on the heiress's closed lips.

"You know you want to, don't be childish," Jersey continued.

Cassandra's anger suddenly flared. "Don't be child-" she snapped back, but once the mouth opened, Jersey pushed her finger inside and silenced the wealthy queen.

"It's not just his, it's mine too," she added for effect as the heiress's tongue entwined around the finger, devouring the salty, tangy offering.

Burt was amused by what he was seeing and rolled onto one side to observe their interactions. He hadn't been wrong about Cassandra's jealous anger, as it was aptly being displayed. He smiled inwardly, not wanting to ruin their moment of shared intimacy by the heiress seeing it and getting angrier.

The next time Jersey worked two fingers inside, rotating them back and forth to collect as much of the deposit as she could manage, returning them to Cassandra's mouth. The erotic feeding continued for the better part of a minute until the fingers could find no more.

Turning her body completely around, she lowered her mouth between Cassandra's pinned legs to her pussy. The seat in that area was all shiny from leaking wetness, evidence of Cassandra's arousal during Jersey's coupling with Burt. Her fingers gently separated the puffy outer folds of the heiress's cunt to expose the bright pink, glistening slit.

"Oh yes, I need to cum so bad," Cassandra weakly moaned in a voice strained with desire.

Jersey wasted no time in bringing the relief the queen of Toronto was in so dire need of. First entwining two middle fingers of her right hand, she widened the entrance and pushed the digits inside. After working them in as far as they could reach, gazing at the sight of the fingers penetrating Cassandra's lush canal, her mouth lowered to the enlarged and visibly pulsing clit.

Burt moved over onto his front side, his head right beside Cassandra's, and rose up on his elbows. From this position both of her firm, perky breasts were easily within his reach and he cupped the soft swells. Her eyes opened when she felt him embracing her tits and she leaned her head towards him.

Noting her want, his lips locked with hers as she writhed in delight against her bindings. Burt captured the extended nipples between thumbs and index fingers but touched her lovingly this time as she moaned into his mouth, tongues entwining in a passionate embrace.

As they kissed Jersey finger-fucked and tongued the heiress's tart pussy just as her mentor had taught her. The masseuse didn't consider herself a lesbian by any stretch of the imagination, but she had learned to take delight in receiving and giving pleasure to another woman just as she was now, perfecting the lessons she'd learned.

After the teasing she'd endured, forced to watch her stallion taking another as she helplessly squirmed in the chair, it didn't take long for the heiress to reach her peak. Once the soft moans grew into a crescendo of louder cries she surrendered herself to the pleasure of release.

The chair protested with squeaking noises as her limbs flexed against the improvised ropes. Clenching tightly, this was followed by bucking motions as an orgasm took hold. Cassandra's bound form shuddered as delightful tingling sensations surged through her flesh. Her mouth opened and she breathlessly gasped, quickly becoming lost in her ecstasy, aware only of its intense pleasure.

Once the heiress's movements quieted and the climax appeared to have played out, both Burt and Jersey worked together to untie her from the chair. Once freed from the furniture they gathered close by in a heap of humanity on the carpet, softly kissing and lightly fondling, allowing their bodies to recover and a hunger to build.

"Are we ready to eat yet?" Cassandra finally asked as she continued to try and play the polite hostess for her guests.

Jersey, whose mouth had gravitated down Burt's body to lick and suck on his still-soft cock, took a final draw on its short length before pulling off. "Sounds good to me."

"It's in the oven keeping warm," the heiress reported.

They stretched stiff limbs and slowly rose from the floor. Cassandra paused to give Burt a kiss, which he returned with sharing of tongues, as Jersey hugged her body against his back, sandwiching him between the two. He smiled to himself as he enjoyed having the two of them there -- loving only one woman at a time seemed to have become a rare occurrence.

They followed their hostess into the adjacent kitchen and settled down at the table. It had already been set with place settings for three, the three others left empty. He sat down at the head of the table with Jersey to his left.

A few moments later Cassandra positioned a large chicken pot pie casserole and several dishes with vegetables. Waiting for the heiress to join them on Burt's right, they began to eat. Silence followed, with occasional touching of soft hands on his thighs as they sated their large appetites they'd worked up.

"What's for dessert?" Burt playfully asked after cleaning his plate and leaning back with a satisfied sigh.

Cassandra answered, "I'm sure there's plenty of my favorite on hand."

Standing, he offered, "I'll get these," and he quickly cleared the table of dishes and utensils. "When I'm home my girls won't let me do anything to help."

"That's because they want you to conserve your strength for other pursuits," the heiress decided with her intuitive mind. "And with four of them on hand, why should you be allowed to help out with such mundane chores? You should be treated as a king when in your own home."

Burt added, "And you should be treated as a queen in yours," before leaning down to kiss the side of her head.

"Your queen and cum-slut, an odd combination one might think," Cassandra noted.

Standing, the heiress walked to a large refrigerator/freezer and withdrew a box of frozen fudge bars on single sticks and placed them on the now-empty kitchen table. She reached in and took one, removing the wrapper before suggestively sliding it between her pursed lips and deeply into her mouth.

"My weakness for as long as I can remember," Cassandra admitted. "I'm never without them, and my housekeeper makes sure to always have a supply on hand."

"Perhaps I can leave you with an even greater appreciation for them," Burt offered as he unwrapped his and slowly drew his extended tongue up its sweet length from the bottom to the top.

When she looked at him with a quizzical expression on her lovely face, he guided her up on top of the table and onto her back with her head facing the seat he'd been occupying. Handing Jersey one, they shared a glance as he silently communicated his intentions, and she concurred with a slight nod and a wide grin.

With Burt and Jersey flanking her upper body they each began tracing the rounded tip of the frozen chocolate treat over her areolas, watching the shaft of the nipples enlarging in reaction to the cold. The warmth of her body slowly began to melt the fudge and sweet liquid began accumulating on her flesh. They leaned down and used their tongues to claim the sweet treat while simultaneously warming the cold nubs.

Cassandra initially jerked upon feeling the sudden dose of cold on her nipples, and then felt them flaring. But after the first few seconds she found the attention to be quite arousing, and her tolerance for the cold quickly increased. The warmth of excitement returned to her loins as she discovered the mixture of intense cold followed by even more intense warmth to be intoxicating.

After focusing their efforts on the swollen peaks, they moved the bars in circular motions while expanding outwards to tease the small, perky breasts. Every few seconds warm lips and tongues licked to recover the sweet, melted chocolate confection. Cassandra laid back, eyes closed, and enjoyed the erotic stimulation that soon had her pussy aching once more with arousal.

A natural progression occurred. Once every inch of her boobs had been coated and cleaned, her lovers moved down over her flat belly. Knowing what their ultimate goal was the heiress's legs bent at the knees with her feet flat on the table, thighs widened in eager anticipation.

Burt observed that half the length of the dessert bar remained. With the top edge of the stick now poking through, he placed the side of the bar against her midriff and painted the smooth skin with the chocolate. Jersey followed his lead, and soon her entire lower abdomen was smeared with brown.

Noting that most of the bar had now melted, they used what remained and kept rubbing the frozen treat over her tummy again and again until there was nothing left. Then they leaned down to lick the sweet remnants off of her.

Cassandra softly moaned as heat replaced the cold and her awakening pussy was now moistening with its nectar, the growing scent discernible. Her legs were quivering, body shuddering with delight as tingling could be felt in her breasts and down to her anxious sex. It filled her loins, stirring a growing desire.

Burt retrieved two more bars from the box, unwrapped them both, and handed one to Jersey. She waited to see what he wanted to do and just followed his lead. Cassandra softly cried out and her body clenched as she felt the full length of the fresh, ice-cold treats being pressed against her inner thighs just a few inches away from her crotch.

They slowly rubbed closer to the edge of her pussy before backing away, repeating this motion. The fresh bars seemed much colder and were slower to melt. The heiress moaned aloud as her hands gripped the sides of the table, her legs noticeably shaking as the cold confection moved back and forth to the very edge of her center.

Just as the heiress began to wonder when she would feel the bars upon her pussy, Burt did just that. Pressing the cold length of one against her outer folds, he moved it up and down while applying just enough pressure to partially separate the labia. This released the humid heat from within and began melting the frozen treat.

After a few moments he pulled the length away and used just the top to spear into the slit and find her clit. Cassandra's body clenched tightly as the sudden cold on her most sensitive part sent powerful chills racing through her. After pausing there for a few seconds he moved the bar downward to her opening and pushed it inside, fucking her with it several times.

As Burt controlled the action there, Jersey returned to her mentor's closest breast and resumed teasing the nipple.

It wasn't long before the heat of the heiress's pussy melted the fudge bar. He leaned down, gently pushing the folds apart to lick the length of her cold, sweet-tasting slit. His lips next captured the enlarged clit and sucked on the tiny bud, listening to her moans of delight and feeling the vibrations of her pleasure.

His cock was beginning to stir. As he devoured Cassandra's young cunt, the tangy nectar replaced the sweet chocolate. Her hips and pelvis were moving as she began grinding herself against his mouth. A middle finger worked its way inside and wiggled around, fueling her excitement. As Burt did this his spent cock began awakening, slightly stiffening.

Once the heiress was turned on and ready for another round of sex, Jersey took her place on the table and received similar treatment. When the masseuse was fully aroused, her pussy nice and wet, the two women guided Burt onto the table.

Burt surrendered and settled onto the table on his back. Cassandra retrieved the last two fudge bars from the box and handed one to Jersey. After unwrapping them the heiress leaned over his crotch and took his small size into her warm mouth. Her tongue swirled over the head as her lips traveled up and down the short length, knowing it would not be small for very long.

As Cassandra devoured his awakening manhood, Jersey concentrated on his balls. She licked the scrotum all over before taking one ball into his mouth at a time, sucking and bathing them in her saliva. Burt's arousal was soon increasing, and with it his cock started expanding, throbbing.

He twitched when he felt the coldness of the frozen confection being pressed against the bottom of his balls. Jersey kept it in place as her hand, on top, rubbed them upon the dessert. Cassandra meanwhile started using one side of her fudge bar like a paintbrush as she moved it up and down his rigid shaft. The two women giggled as he pretended to be suffering through torturous treatment while in reality it was feeling pretty good.

The mixture of cold followed by the heat of their llips and tongues was turning into quite an erotic massage. His cock was as stiff as could be, his testes tingling with arousal. Thanks to the stimulation the reddish-purple tip was anxiously straining.

This was a part of him that Cassandra had been avoiding, but as she playfully smiled at him this statistic was quickly ended. Burt didn't have to pretend when sudden cold was felt against this most sensitive spot -- his muscular body jerked and nearly rose up off the table.

After a few seconds her sucking, licking mouth chased the miserable cold away, the chill returning immediately after as she repeated the torture again and again.

"He's more than ready, I'm going to climb on and ride my American stallion," the queen decided, talking like royalty who had casually walked into the horse stable and spied her favorite animal.

Jersey heard and finished licking the sweet chocolate off his balls before retreating. With the support of a chair Cassandra got on the table on hands and knees, straddling his crotch with her silky thighs spread far apart.

"Ah," Burt sighed as she rubbed the tip of his cock along the moist, velvety folds of her labia.

She teased it a few more times while sliding the bulbous tip up and down along the lips, pressing harder to guide it between the puffy lips and into her welcoming slit. Cassandra stimulated her clit with the pressure of his straining head, savoring the resulting sensations of tingling delight.

Eager for more, she guided his cock to her small opening while feeling his hands firmly grasping her slender waist. As he pulled her down his hips began grinding upward. She worked her hips and pelvis, emitting a brief cry when she felt the large hardness penetrating into her much smaller opening.

"Oh yeah, yeah baby, fuck your cum-slut with that big, hard cock you have," she called out, enjoying the feel of his throbbing hardness working its way deeper.

Wildly wiggling her hips with eyes tightly closed the queen willed her tight passage to stretch so she could take more of him into her heated core. It was a struggle to take a man as big as him into her eager cunt but once she did they began frantically fucking with quick, powerful thrusts that quickly had her body shuddering and gasping for air.

"Oh baby, so good, fuck your slut's cunt, use me," she cried out, her voice echoing off the kitchen walls.

The table hadn't been engineered for what they were doing on it and the legs began squeaking in complaint, but to no avail. They were both lost in passion, their needy bodies focusing on one thing and one thing only, like two mindless animals driven by blind desire.

Jersey was aware of the strain being placed on the table and so she abandoned her initial thought to join them. Instead, wanting to play a role in their coupling, she nuzzled the nearest side of Cassandra's neck with her mouth and grasped a breast in her left hand, squeezing on the perky mound while intermittently abusing the stiff nipple.

Burt placed his feet flat on the surface and used his strength to lift his buttocks off the table, suspending his lower torso a few inches above it. He increased the already brisk pace and rammed into her pussy incredibly fast, filling and refilling her juicy cunt, giving her exactly what she craved.

The frantic pace had them both panting for air and wet with perspiration. He was giving his cum-slut all he had and she was barely managing to take it all. Trying to match his amazing pace with her counterthrusts, Cassandra soon felt the stirrings of an orgasm building.

The grip Jersey's fingers had on the swollen nipple roughly twisted at just the right time, sending a sharp sting of pain through the queen's writhing form. This merged with the significant tingling heat that was filling her loins, and together these sensations sent the beautiful young socialite over the edge.

Clenching tightly her voice weakly cried out as ecstasy took hold. Wracked by the violent, uncontrollable spasms of climax, she bucked on top of Burt's cock as he persistently rammed it deeply into her hot pussy.

He fully enjoyed the feeling as it constricted around his significant size. For several moments his lover found herself in that very special of places as she savored the surge of pleasure, a flood of nectar soaking their bodies.

Once the orgasm ran its course she fell forward onto his chest, her firm breasts and erect nipples compressing between their bodies. He gave her a few seconds to recover her breathing as his cock throbbed within her heated cunt. In the meantime his hands left her waist and moved beneath them to cup the boobs, caressing the flesh while teasing the hardened tips.

"You're one incredible man," she whispered while smiling lovingly into his eyes.

"And you're not so bad yourself, what with being a cum-slut and all," Burt responded playfully.

With one eyebrow raised and a grin on her inviting lips she pointed out, "And a filthy rich one."

He chuckled. "There is that."

Casssandra affectionately snuggled closer and shared, "I love you, Burt Williams."

"I know," Burt acknowledged with a nod.

She pressed her parted lips against his, tongue extending for a deep, passionate kiss. It was gladly returned as they each savored the embrace.

Burt resumed his loving thrusts. In this position they were slow but long as his cock nearly withdrew before sliding fully inside. His hands reached down, caressing the backs of her thighs and shapely buttocks, tightly gripping the cheeks to guide her movements to match his.

It wasn't long before their arousal, which had waned during the brief respite, once again began to intensify. Growing breathless their mouths separated to gasp for air. They both moaned in delight as his slow penetrations began to quicken, plunging so deeply, satisfying Cassandra at a level only he could've introduced her to.

The orgasm caught her by surprise. She clenched hard, bucking and shuddering in ecstasy while riding his rigid erection for all she was worth. Sharp cries escaped her lips as her luscious form wildly thrashed.

With her pussy tightening around Burt's driving cock, transmitting the vibrations of her pleasure, she triggered his. Feeling his balls drawing up to the base of his manhood, the straining tip gliding within the juicy heat of her cunt, his pleasure peaked. Marked by powerful twitches and breathless grunts his ejaculations commenced.