Domming Daughter Dani – Part 15 of 51 – PEGGY RETURNS

By Dutchboy

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Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

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The following night, Peggy again crept back into the living room after her folks and Suzie had gone to bed. She sat leaned over the couch and pulled the covers down. She fished out my cock and this time the treacherous bastard thickened under her soft attention. I sat up on the couch and Peggy sat in the floor, Peggy-style. 

Peggy pulled my underwear off and dropped her mouth on my cock and went to work. 

No such thing as bad head, right? Peggy’s charity suck was nice, but it suffered by comparison. She sucked and bobbed for a time. I leaned back and enjoyed the moment as best I could. I thought about dropping the bomb, asking if that was the way she sucked her soldier’s boyfriend cock too. I didn’t. I didn’t say anything.

Instead I stood up and pulled Peggy’s nightshirt off and unsnapped her bra. I spent awhile feeling up her big heavy tits. Mapping them. Committing them to memory. I pinched her nips as best as a guy can pinch flat nips.  I pulled her up on the couch and shucked her panties out from under her. Peggy’s hand immediately parted her fat pussy lips and gripped my cock overhand. She guided me in, her face cringing in expectation of the big stretch. I fucked her.

That’s it. I just fucked her. Not slow, not fast, not rough, not tender. I made a promise to Suzie and I kept it. I fucked Peggy. Peggy’s pussy was tight, but it wasn’t Suzie-tight. Peggy’s twat was wet, but it wasn’t Suzie-wet. Peggy moaned a little under my thrusts, but it wasn’t a Suzie Slut Story. Peggy tried to make me happy, but she didn’t worship me the way Suzie did. A thousand times I had told Peggy to kneel while she sucked me, and she did it once, and only after I beat her ass. Suzie sucked from her knees without being told. Peggy’s blow jobs started strong and then devolved into lazy wet handjobs. Suzie’s blow jobs were all mouth and no hand. I told Peggy to call me “Sir” once when I beat her ass and she called me “Sir” once. I told Suzie to call me “Sir” once and she called me Sir at every opportunity. 

Suzie Wagner “got it.” Suzie Wagner understood men. Suzie Wagner pleased men because she took pride in her ability to please men.

Peggy Wagner did not “get it.” Peggy Wagner put up with men. Peggy Wagner sucked and fucked because she had to suck and fuck to keep the peace. 

I gushed deep into Peggy’s cunt. I let Peggy out from underneath me and she hopped off the couch and quickly pulled on her panties to keep my sperm from washing out on the couch and floor. She kissed me goodnight and went back to bed.

And that’s when I knew how my relationship with Peggy would play out. I was not going to confront her at all. I wasn’t going to say good bye. I wasn’t going to tell her that I was leaving early with Troy. I was just going to disappear and -- unlike Lot’s wife -- I was not going to look back. I’d get back to school. I’d tell Cliff to make some excuse when Peggy called. Sooner or later, she’d get the hint.

It was pretty immature, but lying on that couch it seemed like a genius solution to a bad situation. Just walk the fuck away. Enjoy your boyfreind, Bitch. I have a new, submissive girl to train and I won’t suffer for lack of pussy, cheating bitch.

(Yeah, I know. Old Man Me appreciates the irony too.)

That was the last time I fucked Peggy. I had a day and a half left with the Wagners and Little Slutty Suzie before Troy came to pick me up. I figured it would be a quiet little waiting game. I figured it would be uneventful.

I was wrong. Whoo boy, was I wrong. How many lives would have turned out so very different if Troy Flinting had decided to go back to college one day earlier than he did? Wow. If only.