All for You, Daddy

by Mary Patton

"We'll examine the following steps tomorrow. I must return to work." With that, I turned my back to Brett and advanced to the front door. He didn't shout or pursue me.

  I returned to work and sent the guard covering the front work area back to walking patrol. While I was upset about catching Brett with Christina, I wasn't devastated like I generally envisioned I'd be if he cheated. Rather, my mind went into planning mode. Utilizing my laptop, I started exploring divorce attorneys and sending email request to the most legitimate law offices in the area.

  Before breakfast, quite a bit of my stun had worn off and the feelings of agony and disloyalty had started to set in. I was shattered and furious, however regardless I needed a divorce. Some individuals can pardon an unfaithful mate and fix their marriage, yet I wasn't one of them. I saw Brett in a totally different light than I had previously. He wasn't the soulmate I'd thought he was if he could double-cross me like that. To me this meant that perhaps my actual soulmate was still out there. I wasn't getting any more youthful and saw remaining with Brett as ab obstacle to finding the individual I was meant to be with.

  My way to deal with whatever is left of my separation was similarly as methodical. I held counsel, filed the printed material, and anticipated news of a court date. Meanwhile, Brett moved out. He'd tried to talk me out of the separation and implored me to attempt marriage therapy first, yet my brain was made up. I requested that he discover a place to go and get out at the earliest opportunity. Two days later, he packed his possessions and left.

  It was difficult to show Brett out of our home and out of my life. At times, I second-guessed my choice to do as such. As the weeks droned on, I became lonely and began to miss my accomplice of ten years beyond all doubt. While this might've made some individuals consider getting back together with their life partner, I needed to have a go at something else first: a difference in landscape.

  I couldn't afford to move, yet I could manage the cost of a vacation and had a lot of paid days off set aside. Being a dedicated student, I hadn't missed any classes yet that semester – avoiding a couple wouldn't do any harm, particularly if I clarified my conditions and the requirement for a couple of mental wellbeing days to my teachers. It likewise seemed like a decent time to go on an outing in light of the fact that a court date for the separation procedures hadn't been set. The choice was made. I asked for a week off from work and arranged with my educators to make up any missed work that I couldn't complete on the web.

  I'd for a long while been itching to travel via train, yet Brett expelled the thought whenever I brought it up. Although I felt desolate and missed my prospective ex, I felt alleviated that I never again needed to negotiate vacation plans with him. I was overcome with a flood of excitement as I booked my round-trip passage from my home city of Chicago to New Orleans – a city I'd constantly dreamed of visiting and another thing that Brett had declined to oblige before. The train ride was almost twenty hours in length, so I treated myself to a private room.

  A couple of days later, I called a taxi and made a beeline for Chicago's historic Union Station with my bag in tow. I was prepared to make the most of my newly discovered opportunity. The more I pondered it, the more I understood being with Brett had kept me from doing things I needed to do. As I sat in the waiting area for my designated boarding gate, I pondered how if Brett were with me, I'd manage only scorn. He'd whine about how flying was speedier or deriding my "adolescent" excitement about riding the train.

  Chapter Two

  My room on the train was little yet ideal for one individual. As the overnight train withdrew from Union Station for New Orleans, I made myself at home, leaning back on the couch that turned into a bed and stacking a motion picture onto my PC. A couple of minutes later, there was a thump on my door.

  I opened the sliding door and was met by a tall, wide shouldered, dark haired twenty-something man wearing a rail organization uniform. "Welcome on board!" he welcomed me. "I'm Brett, and I'll be your own vehicle attendant. If you require anything, hit the 'help' button on the wall and I'll be right over."

  I expressed gratitude toward Brett for presenting himself and let him know I didn't require anything until further notice. Actually, I had other plans. Brett was extremely attractive with his tough form, rough features, and tan composition. Despite the fact that I was nearing my forties and he was unmistakably not a day more than twenty-five, our age difference wasn't going to stop me from playing with him. After Brett continued to another room, I expelled my garments and bra and changed into a lacy dark spaghetti nightgown, tossed a satin dark robe on over my nightgown, however left it loosened.

  After completing a quick check of my face and hair, I hit the 'help' button and Brett had appeared. He touched base at my room moments later and asked what he could get for me. To my disappointment, Brett didn't respond to my meagerly clad appearance. He kept up the utmost professionalism and instantly recovered the half-bottle of Chardonnay I asked.

  I didn't have any expectations past Brett appearing to show a noticeable attraction for me. In the wake of getting cheated on by my husband of ten years, I longed for male attention. I needed a man to eye me up and down, compliment my appearance, or become flushed at seeing me. Revealing to myself that I was approaching my mission for validation in an undesirable way, I drank my Chardonnay and kept watching the film I'd begun.

  I completed my half-bottle of wine considerably quicker than anticipated and chose I needed more. Little by little, I hit the 'help' button and informed Brett of my request. While he recovered more wine, I slid my bathrobe off, lessening my clothing to my nightgown, which showed my cleavage phenomenally.

  When Brett returned, I could guess by the astonished look all over that he wasn't anticipating that me wearing so little clothing. His response indicated that he favored what he saw, his face blushing and a grin spreading over his face as he maintained a strategic distance from eye to eye connection with me and looked down at the floor. He gave me my bottle of wine and left my space to keep an eye on other riders' needs. Much to his ignorance, I had unattended necessities… needs that weren't on the train's amenity menu.

  Being a normally conservative lady, I was somewhat shocked by my conduct, however I felt attractive for the first time since before my sex life with Brett diminished. I was on a high of sorts from Brett's response to my scanty outfit. The issue was that I'd assumed a portion of male attention would satisfy my craving to feel needed. Rather, the direct opposite occurred: I was enticed to up the risk and see how far I could take my tempting game. Wine wasn't helping, either – the more I drank, the riskier I became.

  Another hour or so ticked as I arranged a plan for further alluring Brett. Then, there was an unforeseen thump on my door. It was him.

  "I'm just telling you that amenity service will be briefly inaccessible soon, as my shift is finishing, and the following attendant's shift doesn't begin until a half-hour after that. Would I be able to make you anything before then?"

  I was disappointed yet not prepared to surrender. At the least, I needed to see Brett anxiously look at me again. My snappy thinking came in convenient. "I'll take one more bottle of the Chardonnay."

  "Without a doubt, no issue," he said uneasily, looking at my chest as he turned the familiar shade of red I'd seen before. "I'll be back."

  A decent twenty minutes passed by before Brett returned to my room with the Chardonnay. He had another attendant with him. The other attendant was easy on the eyes – an African-American man with deep dark colored eyes, a nearly shaved buzz cut, and of normal tallness. He had high cheekbones, a medium-dark colored appearance, and was spotless shaven. I thought I'd made Brett feel awkward enough to want to bring someone with him and felt a bit humiliated, however I didn’t mind the additional aiding of beautiful sight.

  Brett gave me the bottle of wine. "I'm sorry for the delay. I was being requested for last minute services left and right by impatient travelers. This is Liam, the attendant who will be assuming my role. He will be inaccessible for th
e following half-hour; however, he can deal with anything you require after that."

  Liam grinned and welcomed me. "It's nice to meet you. Fill me in as to whether I can assist you with anything!" He had impeccably straight, white teeth – the type you'd hope to see on a male model. Indeed, I could picture Liam better flaunting his body in a couple of boxer briefs than I could in the uniform I was taking a gander at him in.

  It was then that I took the plunge, pulling a side of my nightgown down to uncover one of my breasts. Keeping my voice low to abstain from being caught by other travelers, I answered "There's something you can both help me with – at this moment."

  Chapter Three

  Brett and Liam traded stunned looks and held eye contact for a few seconds. Liam raised his eyebrows, as though to inquire as to whether they should take me up on my offer. Accordingly, Brett shrugged, as though to say, "why not?"

  After glancing around, probably to ensure their superiors weren't watching, the two hastily rushed into my room. The room, which was a relatively little space for one individual to occupy, all of a sudden became a hot, cramped desk area.

  Knowing we just had a half-hour, we got directly down to business. I dropped to my knees as the men unfastened their jeans and partly pulled them down, uncovering their still-flabby penises. Seeing that I had a difficult, but not impossible task ahead, I immediately took to sucking and stroking their cocks, alternating between sucking on one cock while stroking the other. To speed the process along, I took one cock in each hand and pushed the tips together, permitting me to attend to both with my mouth. I whirled my tongue around the tips of their developing bars, stopping when I felt they were adequately solidified.

  There was restricted space for action in my room, so I did what was easiest and laid on my back in the bed. I pulled my robe down to uncover both of my naked breasts and raised its bottom to uncover my lower half, decorated in a fancy dark thong to match. Brett pushed my undies to the side and mounted me, easily entering my wet opening with his amazingly huge cock. He squandered no time sliding into things and immediately started fucking me with wild surrender. Fortunately, I was at that point wet and had been for quite a while, as I sat in my room fantasizing about what was going on however never anticipating that it should become a reality.

  As Brett went to work fucking away at my enticing pussy, Liam laid his erection on my face and anticipated my administration. Satisfying a man was an immense turn-on for me, particularly after catching Brett cheating with a younger lady and losing my certainty. Having two men hard at seeing me made for a prompt recovery from that emotional blow.

  After feeding me his cock for a couple of minutes, Liam got into a 69 position and started to prod my swollen clit with his tongue as Brett fucked me steadily. What I thought was an incidental slip of Brett's cock turned into Liam drawing my juices off his associate before he resumed fucking away at me. Liam returned to hastily licking my pussy.

  I was longing to cum. Just as I was going to discharge my advancing climax, Liam expelled his mouth from my clit and got off me. While I was slightly disappointed, I delighted in the feeling of my sensitive pussy wavering on the edge, realizing I'd explode at the following slightest touch. Brett hauled out of me and Liam took over fucking my pussy, laying behind me on the bed and entering me from a side-to-side position. Meanwhile, Brett forced me to suck his cock.

  "You need to cum, hmmm?" he asked as I weaved my head up and down on his hard dick.

  "Mmmhmm," I answered, unfit to talk with his bar stuffed in my mouth.

  Liam fucked me more erotically than Brett. This was decent, however to cum, I'd require something rougher. Quickly pulling my face far from Brett's cock, I said, "fuck me harder so I can explode on your dick."

  I was inspired by Liam's ability to fuck me hard while keeping up the smoothness of a slower fuck. He thrusted all through me in a way that was normal for having intercourse yet additionally carried the movement of crude, fleshly sex. As he accelerated the pace, I put Brett's throbbing member once more into my mouth.

  It turned out to be something to be thankful for that I'd been stopped shy of a climax while Brett was fucking me. The way Liam moved his dick all through me was practically enough for me to cum without the additional sensation of Brett rubbing my clit. The attention being paid to my pussy sent me over the edge, causing Liam to put his hand over my mouth to calm my shouts as I erupted into a climax. As I trembled and automatically attempted to close my legs because of the power of the blast, Liam forced my legs back separated.

  This was actually the kind of diversion I required in the midst of my difficult divorce, and what was going on was past my wildest imaginations. I'd never engaged in sex with a stranger before, not to mention two at the same time. While this offhand fuck session was unusual, I had no hesitations or doubts about it.

  Brett checked the time on his telephone. "We need to rush, Liam, it's been twenty minutes."

  "Time flies," Liam reacted. "I guess we should both consider it a night, huh?"

  "Better believe it," Brett answered. "She got what she needed thus we should too. How about we give her our loads?"

  Liam hauled out of me and stood by Brett. The men jerked off close by each other. I sat up on the bed to an even more accessible position for my mouth to take their cocks and took over stroking both, pushing them together and licking their tips as I hung tight for them to deplete cum onto my face.

  "Which one of you gets the opportunity to go first?" I asked sweetly.

  "Lay down," Brett taught me.

  I complied with his order as he mounted me and rested his pole between my tits. I pushed my delicate, supple tits together. While Brett screwed my chest, Liam twitched off streams over my face. I cupped his balls in my grasp and held my mouth open. Liam intermittently stopped stroking his cock to slap it tenderly against my face.

  "I'm getting near, how about you?" Liam asked Brett.

  "Yeah definitely, I'm nearly there. You ready?"

  "I'm cumming!"

  Liam exhausted his beating dick onto my face in three even, thick squirts as Brett hauled his out from between my breasts and stroke vigorously.

  Moments later, Brett shut his eyes and breathed vigorously, letting out calm groans as he battled not to make too much noise. Cum shot over my body and onto my tits, neck and chin.

  It seemed as though our quick fuck in and out was over just as fast as it begun. In all realness, I began feeling horny again as the men cleared their softening penises off with a hand towel and pulled their jeans back up, zipping their flies and anchoring their belts. I pulled my robe up to cover my chest and traded my grimy thong for a spotless match of the cotton briefs I typically wear.

  Liam lifted my thong up off the floor and set it in the pocket of his jacket. "A debt of gratitude is in order for the warm presentation," he said with a grin. "If there's anything I can get for you, let me know."

  Brett walked out of the room without saying a word, and as Liam was leaving, I grabbed him by the shoulder and talked quietly into his ear. "There was something I needed to do, however we didn't have time. Your cock looks ideal for sitting on and showing a good time."

  Liam turned his head back, grinned, and winked. I realized he'd be back.

  Later that night, when the vast majority of the travelers were snoozing, I heard a delicate thump on my door. It was Liam, obviously, prepared to attend to my needs. Honestly, Brett had seemed like somewhat of an amateur. Experiencing my fantasy of having two men at once used to be something I'd never regret, however having the capacity to concentrate only Liam without the additional distraction came with its rewards.

  Like prior, we needed to restrict ourselves to a quick fuck, particularly since he was on duty and might need to help travelers. The objective was for the two of us to get off as quick as could be expected under the circumstances, to get any remaining excitement from prior out of our bodies. As I'd anticipated, he let me ride his cock. I ricocheted up and down on his masculinity as it r
eached my pussy's maximum depths. He toyed my clit with his hand and watched me take him with my legs spread wide and my feet flat on the bed.

  In no time at all, I had my second climax of the night, battling the desire to cry as I kept on gyrating on Liam's dick. In the midst of the throes of joy, Liam out of the blue declared that he was going to join my climax.

  "I'm cumming too, baby," he stated, hurling. "I'm going to fill your pussy."

  We timed our climaxes flawlessly, with Liam reaching his top as I was completely immersed in mine. After cumming together, I immediately got off Liam. He needed to return to his work activity and openly left my room in the wake of expressing gratitude toward me for a decent time. I'd at long last gotten the portion of satisfaction I needed and expected to disregard Brett, at least briefly. I snickered when I contemplated how he'd make the train ride hopeless with his relentless grumbling. Minutes after Liam left my lodge, I fell sleeping soundly.

  Obviously, when I got a customer satisfaction test from the rail organization, I gave an ideal rating. They didn't have to know why, on the grounds that for reasons of my own, I will undoubtedly be a repeat traveler.