The girls are visiting me at work.

My Timid New Girlfriend Ch. 3

Warning

+++ The “My timid new girlfriend” series is meant to be way over the top and extremely overexaggerated, and the main character (the boyfriend/father) is meant to be absolutely dumb and blind to what is going on around him. The series is meant to be funny, light reading.

Of course, parts are erotic but for sure not for everyone.

Please be aware that in the different chapters there might be ingredients such as "creampie," "cheating," "femdom," "humiliation," "ridiculing," "contempt," "bareback," "unprotected sex," "BBC," "being auctioned," "gangbang," "reluctancy," and so on.

At the end, I have decided to publish the stories as "fetish."

Please join me in this silly saga, and I hope you enjoy the little jokes! +++

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Monday started as usual, with too much to do ahead of me. Probably everybody would be cranky, and I didn’t sleep well on the guest’s bed. I work as a part-time bookkeeper and part-time duct taper at a logging and mining company. My colleagues are all rough, wild folks; even the other two office guys are. If I didn’t know any better, I would call them “real men.”

My 24-year-old girlfriend, April, decided last night she would again sleep with my soon-to-be 19-year-old daughter, Lika, in our marital bed, banishing me to the guest room bed, which had a very old mattress. I slept lousy. Besides that, I drank too much water at the end of the evening and had to pee like every two hours.

A fleeting thought I still had from yesterday’s shopping was that both girls were at least one hour in the storage room with that big muscular sales guy, “trying out so many things with him,” as they told me with glowing eyes, but I did not see any purchased pants or any purchases at all. Women, I thought. They spend an entire day at the mall and come back empty-handed. Well, that's not completely true, I thought; my young daughter often comes back with more cash than she left the house with. How she did that was unknown to me.

Well, I had to go to the bathroom. As I passed the main bedroom to reach the toilet, one of the girls was dreaming about the fitness workout they had the other day; I could hear her talking in her sleep. It sounded as if they had been working out on the bench press too, and one of them had been motivating the other girl, because I kept hearing, “One more!” and “Take it all.” I didn’t understand the “Push deeper” cries I heard from the bedroom, but maybe that was from their workout on the leg press.

I released myself and walked back to the guest’s room, and as I was passing again the door of the main bedroom, I heard some kind of massage stick being used on those sore, well-used muscles. My daughter Lika simply did not know any boundaries, I thought, overtaking herself by probably struggling in the gym to receive the same hard, long bashing and stretching as my girlfriend April did. But she is six years older and more experienced to cope with drillings in the gym than Lika was. And those gym trainers are merciless these days. Their official gym motto was “Harder & Longer.” And that is exactly what the trainers from the gym delivered to my willing girls.

No wonder both my young girls would always come back from the gym barely able to walk, being misled by the gym's slogan, as they tried to take the entire deep muscle conditioning. I know they both were always very receptive and wide open to the different approaches of all male trainers, but maybe going only once a week was not a smart idea. I decided to suggest at breakfast me buying them both a monthly subscription so they could come there whenever they wanted. These day tickets were relatively expensive anyway. I went back into the guest’s room and fell asleep right away.

...

As I proposed to them both, at our family breakfast on Monday morning, to buy monthly gym subscriptions, they loved it!

“So, if I wanted,” my daughter said excitedly to April, “I could go and have Big John every day.”

“Yes! But we need to take turns because I want him to discipline me as well.” My girlfriend replied and shivered. “He needs like an hour to recover, right? April asked my daughter. “It depends,” Lika answered. “In the morning, he has more staying power, and he could do us one after the other. Or at the same time.” She giggled.

He sure must drill them hard at the gym, I thought. On one side they love his sessions; on the other side they cannot walk afterwards.

But... Somehow, I had the feeling my daughter was hiding something in the conversations we had...

As she was speaking about this personal trainer, I saw my daughter’s nipples suddenly jut out against the thin fabric of her top. I was again surprised she wasn’t wearing warmer clothes. But as a good dad, I stopped asking. Both wore an identical outfit today: the same knee-high black boots, two identical very short miniskirts with a checkered pleated red, white, and brown pattern, and, to finish it off, a short, belly-showing, very tight white top with short sleeves and a deep, square cleavage, showing that they both were young, fully developed, sexy women.

I felt melancholic. My little baby daughter is a woman now. Soon she would bring boys over and ask me if they could go out till midnight. Of course, I would say yes but tell the young boy with a stern look, “Back at midnight, young man!”

“OK,” I said, “I will book it online for the two of you at work, and you girls can live out your fantasies at the gym.” I said, trying to be a modern, cool dad. They both thanked me, and April announced that Lika had a surprise for me.

“We are planning to visit you at work today, Dad!”

“Oh!” I replied affectedly, “That is so nice of you! At what time are you coming?”

“Oh,” my girlfriend April answered, “That is a secret for you, but I believe your daughter and I will be coming the entire day?”

“Yes, Dad,” Lika added, “we will start with the guy at the reception desk and work our way through the entire company.”

“Oh, good! Just surprise me then!” I said excitedly, feeling nicely surprised.

“Is Pete still working at the reception desk?” Lika asked.

“Well, the company has grown; there are two guys now, Pete and Michell.” I answered. “I still wonder how those two fit in that small room, being the size of American football players.”

“Is Pete still so muscular, Dad?”

“Even worse, both Pete and Michell’s wives left them like three weeks ago, and since then they only work out in the gym, nothing else. They are truly ripped, if I may say so.”

“Was it like two weeks ago I visited you at work, Dad?”

“Yes, I think so, and Pete was so nice to you. I remember that you were visiting me on Halloween, and you were dressed as a prostitute. You have always been a fighter for the rights of the oppressed, which makes me such a proud dad. I remember the short skirt and the little top you were wearing that day.”

“Yes, Pete took great care of me, Dad.” My eighteen-year-old said dreamily. He even let me sit on his lap the whole time. Told me to be a cowgirl for him. He just lifted me onto his lap like a doll with his bulging arm muscles and held me in place as I was riding his hard lap, me pretending it was a horse. But that was three weeks ago, Dad, as I sat on his big stallion.” At the same time, she gave April a meaningful look...

“Yes, Pete has always been nice to you.” I replied, being fond of my colleague.

“Yes, he sure was, Dad. He also gave me some tips on my costume and helped me make some adjustments.”

“Such as?” Making a mental note to thank Pete at work.

“Well, he said that real hoes don’t wear underwear. I didn’t know in those days what a ho was, but he was so kind to help me get rid of my little slip. It felt much better without it because it was very constricted. Just to make sure I was OK, he slid his strong hand below my short skirt. As I noticed he couldn’t check me properly, I opened my legs wide to give him proper access.”

“Now I understand," I replied, smiling. “That’s why you always dress as if it is summer, just like today. Your mind is eternally set on summer weather!” I laughed, finally understanding my naive daughter.

“But I remember that Pete was not happy yet, as I was sitting on his hard lap. He whispered that true hoes didn’t wear a bra either. So, he was so kind to help me fix that too. I felt his big, rough paws opening my little bra under my top, and I assisted him eagerly, welcoming his Halloween fashion tips.”

“He also asked if I was cold, as he touched by accident several times my two very erect nipples, but I said it was the opposite... Anyway, he made sure for another four or five times by rubbing them that I was not cold.”

“You see? I said. “Even Pete saw that you dress not warm enough!”

“Maybe? One thing I do remember is that I kept sliding off his lap as he was simulating a running horse by moving his legs up and down as he was tickling me.” Lika said. “But he came up with a great big solution for that.”

“Tell me more about it.” April asked, now sounding very interested.

That was why I was so fond of April; even if she was merely two weeks in our lives, she was really interested in our past. Such a great girlfriend!

“Well, Pete made some adjustments so he could anchor me properly on his lap, and no matter what I tried, I could only move up and down. He really secured me there, preventing me from falling off his lap. I even teased him by trying to go all the way up, but he would simply grab me by my waist and pull me down hard on him."

And then Lika looked at my girlfriend and added, "April knows exactly how that feels for a woman, don't you, April?"

April smiled, shivering at the thought of Lika impaling herself on that big cock right there at the reception counter.

"So, I kept playing with him, trying to pester him by going up all the way and at the last moment down again. We kept playing out our little game for, like, an hour, until Pete's horse got tired and Pete got this labored breathing; his legs were tensing up. Right then, he stopped me completely from jumping up and down and held me tight, giving me a very warm feeling and a happy ending to my big horse ride.”

“Yes, that sounds exactly like Pete,” I added. “He is also in charge of first aid.”

“Oh, he sure did rescue me that day, Dad, many, many times. That was also the day his wife came to visit him spontaneously.” My daughter giggled.

“So,” April asked me, “there are two of them now?” As she looked at my daughter, giving her a knowing look.

“Yes, there are," I answered. I just had some doubts if my delicate girls could handle all those colleagues of mine. I mean, the outdoor guys were all big, strong lumberjacks, and sometimes they were out in the forest for weeks without seeing their wives or a woman. They might curse a little bit too much, I thought. The rest would be OK. The mining guys were even worse, but they would not show up before 4 PM.

“OK. I gotta go.” I said, “I hope to see you later!”

...

As predicted, work on Mondays is never fun. I went for another cup of coffee; the nearest coffee machine was for me in the lobby. I would normally sit down there and have a short break, just as others went outside to have a smoke. I got my coffee and looked around, but the lobby was empty. Pete was, as usual, sitting behind the reception counter, roughly 30 m (100 ft) away from where the coffee machine was.

But he was taking a break too, having his arms up behind his head, eyes closed. You could see on his face he was truly enjoying his break. I thought I'd join him for a little chat and walked all the way up to the counter. He was daydreaming about something and whispering to himself, “very good” and “just like that.”

“Hi Pete,” I said, approaching the counter.

“Hey you, what’s up?” He answered, with a small delay, as if he were pairing my face with his thoughts.

“I was just thinking of your daughter and wife," Pete said, his face still grimacing. “They arrived like 20 minutes ago.”

“Well, she is not yet my wife, Pete, but yes, they were planning to visit me today.”

“Where are they right now, Pete?”

“Can’t tell you; it would ruin the surprise. But your wife—eh, sorry, your girlfriend—is getting some deeper company insights from Michell as we speak. It might take a while before they are back; she insisted on getting it all the way from Michell. She wanted to really feel where you are working, she said.”

“No problem. Are you having some soup?” I asked because I heard some kind of slurping and sucking sounds.

“Kind of.”

“Do you know where my daughter is?”

“Well yes, she wanted to have a big sausage, she told me, so I guess you know where she is at?”

“Yes, I guess so. See you later, man.”

“See ya.” And I walked away, hearing more slurping. And some kind of moaning? That was exactly what I was worried about, those guys having no manners around my fragile girls. Perhaps Michell would behave.

I went back to my desk and solved all kinds of typical bookkeeping mishaps. Two hours later, still no girls, so I decided to take another coffee break at the lobby. As I walked towards the machine, I saw, to my surprise, from afar, my girlfriend sitting wide-legged on Pete's lap and my daughter giving some instructions to her and Pete. This was so sweet! They were simulating the memory of my young daughter. I decided to keep my distance and watched them from where I was sitting. It was a bit far away, but I could still follow what was going on.

April was sitting with her back against Pete’s chest and simulating riding on his lap. She was supporting herself with her arms behind her on his chest and indeed riding his stallion, just as Lika had said this morning. What I didn’t know was the strength of his legs; April was at least lifting herself 25 cm (10 in) up and down, and it looked as if she were really riding a horse. No actor could have done it better! Lika was saying that they forgot the bra thing, and Pete, always being the caring kind of guy, quickly put both his hands under April's top to open her bra on her back. The moment he did, her breasts started bouncing with the rhythm of her horse riding. Lika nodded and said something as April removed the bra through the sleeves of her top. April then told Pete to check if she was cold, just as he did with her weeks ago.

This was so charming! Reliving a memory of my young daughter! Pete complied, and his large paws moved under April's top to the front, grabbing those bouncing titties with both his hands, rubbing and pinching her erect nipples until April tensed and started shaking wildly on his lap. Pete stopped for a moment, letting her enjoy the moment, as she was deeply anchored on his lap, just as he did with my daughter in the past.

I couldn’t have done it any better. April copied exactly the narrative of Lika's youth, and I felt tears of joy pop in my eyes.

As I was about to walk towards them, Pete whispered something in April's ear. She told him yes, nodding with her head as she said it, and started grinding her pelvis back and forth on his stallion, pretending it was the final ride. He then asked something, and she said no, shaking her head. He looked surprised, but then she said, “Make me a baby!”

He needed no more encouragement; the grinding of her pelvis did the job. He somehow cramped up and held her tight, pushing her down, and I could see that he had several spasms, draining all his energy.

He probably had a cramp or two; I couldn’t explain it otherwise. As April got off his lap, she fixed her clothes, and as I approached, I could hear her thanking him for reliving my daughter's past for her. It meant a lot to her, she added, and gave Pete a long French kiss. By now I was used to seeing my girls kiss anyone each time they were grateful, so I didn’t think about it.

Much later, I asked April about the word “baby.” She answered, very upset, with an angry tone in her voice, that she had clearly said "maybe." She then told me they had another surprise idea of going all together to the movies. Because Pete was a Superman fan and the new movie was playing right now. But she didn’t want to decide for us which movie we would be going to.

But now that she had spoiled the surprise, I should keep quiet and pretend I didn’t know about it. She was clearly not happy about me asking and not trusting her. I apologized, but I knew it would take at least a day for her to get over it. How can I be so stupid?

As I looked at my daughter, I saw some coffee-cream stains on her white top. It was hard to notice, but it was a bit greyish, so standing next to her, as a good dad, I saw it.

“Lika,” I said, “you better go wash your top; it has some creamy stains.”

“Oh.” Lika replied, looking surprised, “I thought I swallowed it all?”

“Come with me, Lika,” my girlfriend April said. “I had two big loads I need to clean up as well.”

I found it very modern, addressing Latte Macchiato as “loads.” As a 58-year-old, I still could learn a lot from my girls!

To be continued.