Daughter Holds the Keys Ch. 10 by white_raven47

Daughter Holds the Keys Ch. 10 by white_raven47

Discover the steamy conclusion of "Daughter Holds the Keys" in Chapter 10 of this erotica series. Follow along as desires are unleashed and boundaries are pushed in this thrilling adult sex story.<br/> Chapter 10

Robert’s cage had never felt so tight, as when Claire threw her arms around him when she got home.

“Hi Daddy!” she exclaimed, holding him tight. The curve of her back made him throb.

“Hi sweetheart,” he said. “How was the trip?”

“It was great,” Claire smiled, and she took a step back.

“I bet he loved the pictures,” said Brooke, as she came through the door with her suitcase in tow.

Claire flushed just a bit red, and bit her lip. “Did you have a good time with Molly?” she asked.

Robert coughed. He could practically feel the metal of his cage bending. “Uh…yeah,” he said. “Yes, Molly was great.”

“Do you want to tell us how many times she let you make your cummies?” Brooke teased. She put an arm around Robert and lingered just long enough so he could smell her hair.

“Let him catch his breath before you start being mean,” Claire chided her girlfriend.

“I hope it was lots,” she said, looking up at him. Brooke put a hand on her back, and Robert could have sword that Brooke squeezed her ass. Claire bit her lip again, and then turned as Molly emerged from the guest room. “Molly!” she exclaimed.

“Hey ladies,” Molly greeted. They all embraced, and Robert’s heart pounded at the sight of the three gorgeous women all intertwined, even as innocent as the moment was.

“Why don’t I give you all some space to unwind,” he said. “Molly, you’re welcome to stay for dinner…though if you’re anxious to go, I understand.”

Molly smiled. “Don’t be silly, Mister Decker…of course I’ll stay. I can’t leave without showing off my work.”

Robert’s cage squeezed him, at the words. Brooke smiled wickedly, eyeing him like a piece of meat.

“It would be nice to lie down for a bit,” Claire agreed. “Think you could throw some of our stuff in the laundry, daddy?” The way she asked, so innocently and rocking gently on the spot made Robert certain that she was teasing him on purpose.

“Whatever you need, sweetheart,” he said. “Any requests for dinner?”

“Honestly, I’d love anything home cooked,” said Claire. Brooke nodded in agreement. “Nothing fancy, okay?”

“I’ll put everything in a hamper,” said Brooke. “Want to help me, Claire?”

Claire’s cheeks burned red again, and she took Brooke’s hand for just a moment as they carried their suitcases towards their bedroom.

“I’ll be out by the pool,” said Molly. “Let me know if you want any help with dinner, Mister Decker?” She lowered her voice as the girls vanished upstairs. “I don’t want your thoughts too preoccupied, when you should be thinking about everything you’re going to tell them later.”

Robert forced his breathing to stay even, and only nodded.

“Hmm, I guess since it’s not just the two of us anymore I can’t swim naked,” Molly giggled quietly, leaving him standing in the kitchen. “I wouldn’t want Brooke and Claire to feel like they had to be naked, too.”

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After so long without a full orgasm, sorting the girls’ laundry was torture. Their things were all mixed in the hamper Brooke brought to him, so he was forced to visualize the two of them wearing every bikini and bra and pair of panties he sorted, guessing desperately at which belonged to whom. More than once, he found himself simply rubbing the fabric of the erotic garments between his fingers, taking pleasure in the softness even if he couldn’t touch himself. When he was done, he made dinner and continued to throb in his cage as he listened to Brooke and Claire’s giggling from upstairs, punctuated every so often by stretches of silence. When they both came back down, Claire’s chest was flushed, and Brooke looked positively pleased with herself.

Conversation through dinner was mostly ordinary, though the girls seemed much flirtier with each other than usual. Brooke’s hand hardly left Claire’s leg, and Claire sat with an air of anxiety that made Robert’s cock twitch as he wondered what was coming. They were having dessert when his daughter seemed to grow tired of waiting for the interesting parts of the night to begin.

“So, come on, daddy…” she said, with a spoon of ice cream waiting tantalizingly close to her lips. “Do you want to tell us about all the fun that you had with Molly?”

Robert strained in his seat, and Molly gave his hand a comforting squeeze.

“I think you should try not to look away, while we all talk, Mister Decker,” she said.

“Eye contact only. Think you can do that?”

Robert gulped and met Claire’s gaze. He blushed, but forced himself not to look down. “Actually,” he said. “I, um…Molly and I decided that I shouldn’t cum…that I shouldn’t make my cummies–” he could feel his breath running out as he spoke, and Claire’s smile widened. “Without you in the house.”

“Oh, Daddy,” Claire cooed. She put her spoon down into her bowl, and then reached over to give him a hug. “I’m so proud of you for saying that.”

Brooke grinned. “A month ago you wouldn’t have been able to say anything half as naughty without running away like an embarrassed little boy,” she remarked. “Molly did some good work.”

“But–really?” Claire asked. She looked at Molly. “You didn’t let him cum even once?”

“We did a lot of other fun things,” Molly shrugged, licking at her own spoon. “If he decides that he didn’t like it, he doesn’t have to write my recommendation letter. But I think he will.”

“It’s been so long, then,” Claire said, and looked sympathetically back to Robert. His heart thundered in its cage. Claire squeezed her legs together, and it struck Robert just then what was so different about her–she was horny. And it was making her bold. “Maybe Molly could show us what the two of you worked on,” Claire suggested.

“That could be fun,” Molly agreed. “What do you think, Mister Decker? Would you like it, if I showed you off a bit, and you got to make a nice mess just for the three of us? Three hot girls here to watch you–that would be worth the wait, wouldn’t it?”

Robert was struggling to keep his breathing steady, but then felt his heart drop as

Brooke smiled wickedly and leaned over to whisper something in Claire’s ear. Claire’s eyes went wide, and a smile crept across her face.

“If it works, I’ll let you…” he heard Brooke whisper. Claire bit her lip.

“Why don’t I clean up while you all decide how the night’s gonna go?” Molly offered. She carried the dishes away, and Robert sat frozen and throbbing beneath the hungry stares of the other two.

“All right, daddy,” said Claire, after a hushed exchange. She smiled sweetly, and Robert struggled not to touch his cage through the fabric of his pants. “I’m going to let you choose. I want to let Molly show us how good you’ve been, and I think you deserve something nice for waiting so long. So…look at me, daddy. Here’s our offer. You can cum right now. Nice and little, here in the kitchen. Maybe all three of us could watch you masturbate.”

“And then we could all have fun watching you clean your mess up off the floor,” Brooke laughed.

“Or…” Claire continued, and Robert was sweating bullets as she paused. She looked shyly down for a second before meeting his eye again. “Or we could let Molly show us what you both worked on, and if you agree not to cum, then we can plan something very special for your birthday.”

Robert’s cock screamed for freedom, and his head spun. Molly came back over to the table. “That sounds fun!” she said. “What do you think, Mister Decker? Remember what we talked about…think of all the things you could have if you just ask.” She gave him a smile as she sat, and he mustered the courage to speak.

“I don’t know,” Brooke teased, and she licked her lip seductively. “After so long, do you really want to wait any longer? I think a good submissive boy would be pretty happy to get on his knees and touch himself in front of three pretty girls. I bet you’re about to spill in your cage, just thinking about it.”

Robert shifted in his seat. He could feel precum in his pants.

“I think he could do it,” said Claire. “It’s only a few more days…just over a week. And he’s done so well already…”

“Um,” Robert stuttered, and paused to gather his thoughts. Molly touched his hand supportively again, and he shuddered as her skin brushed his. This was it. All his years of negotiations and deals that had made him rich…this was his element. All he needed to do was keep his head. “What would, um…”

“Maybe I’ll let you spurt on my toes, Mister Decker,” said Brooke. “Or maybe on Claire’s toes.” Her words threatened to turn his thoughts to mush.

Robert closed his eyes and took a deep breath. And when he opened them again, he could see even Brooke flush a bit, from the look he gave her. “What does something special mean? I don’t want to be tricked again.”

Claire shook her head. “No tricks,” she said.

“Eight days,” Robert mused. “How are the three of you going to make it worth my while?”

At his side, Molly was smiling widely. Brooke touched her chest subtly. Claire squeezed her legs together again.

“Well…you’d get to cum,” said Claire.

“I’ll get to do that anyways.” He struggled not to let his furious arousal show.

“Hmmm….” Claire struggled. Robert could see the gears turning in her head.

“How about you tell us what would make it worth your while?” Molly suggested.

Claire nodded her head vigorously.

Robert’s heart skipped a beat, with the ball now back in his court.

“Can you say it, Mister Decker?” Brooke asked. She leaned into the table, and her

breasts bulged in a way that made him throb. “Can you say all the naughty,

dirty things you want? Can you say them in front of your little girl?”

Claire blushed but didn’t look away.

“I think he can,” said Molly. “Go on, Mister Decker–tell us. I would love to come back in a week to help you celebrate your birthday.”

“I…” Robert felt his mouth turning dry. “I want Molly to suck my cock. For real.”

“Done,” Molly said immediately.

Brooke raised an eyebrow. “For real?” she echoed. “What were you doing to him while we were gone?”

“I’ll tell you later,” Molly giggled. “And I’ll do you one better, Mister Decker. I’ll teach Brooke how to do it also.”

“Yes,” Robert said immediately. Brooke’s grin widened.