A Mythical Threesome

Daddy's Girl

You take Rhett and Link up on their offer to fly out to the next city on the Tour of Mythicality, shocked that they actually meant it when they invited you to come out and see it again. You consider yourself the luckiest person in the world to be able to be spoiled by Rhett and Link--in more ways than one. You're still reeling in pleasure from the last time you were with them, still feeling the heat of their bodies, the scent of their love, and the sweet sound of their praises on your body. Thankfully, you're on winter break during the tour so you have time for a weekend getaway to see your two favorite people again.

You decide this time to really do yourself up for Rhett and Link. As you're in the hotel getting ready for the show, you primp yourself like a prize for the two boys. You've decided to go full siren with your look, opting to wear a tight, red dress that has a plunging neckline that laced up; it pulls your breasts taut in a way you know will drive Rhett crazy. The dress was just long enough to cover your bottom, and you're wearing black thigh-high tights that go over the knee--leaving just about an inch of bare skin between the top of the tights and the bottom of the dress. You throw on black sneakers and cover everything in a fluffy black cardigan, loving the mix of innocence and pure sex appeal. After a few spritzes of your favorite perfume, you're out the door.

The show was amazing--obviously--but you barely remember how it went because you were so wrapped up in what was to happen afterwards. This time, instead of a quick hookup in the dressing room, Rhett and Link are treating you to an evening in their luxury hotel room. You meet them at the end of their meet-and-greet, and their jaws nearly drop the second they see you.

"Golly, you look good," Rhett exclaims, undressing you with his eyes. He pulls you by the waist for a hug you've been waiting for since the show started.

"Hey, stranger," Link teases, wrapping you up in his arms. You pull away from the hug, but he draws you back in, craning his head into your neck. "You smell so good, baby."

"You didn't have to get all dolled up for us," Rhett says, and you realize his eyes haven't left your body since you walked into the room.

"Maybe I got dolled up for myself, McLaughlin," you say with a bit of attitude. You look good and you know it.

Rhett and Link share a hearty laugh, admiring your newfound confidence.

"Well let's get outta here so we can tear those clothes off, babydoll." Link purrs, his eyes dilated with pure desire.

The taxi ride back to a hotel was torturous. All three of you wanted each other so badly, and you thanked the heavens that the cab had a partition. Rhett fondled your breasts, playfully untying the strings at the top of your dress. One of your sleeves rolled off your arm as Rhett kissed you, and he pulled away once he saw the treat you were hiding for him and Link. The dress was backless.

"Good gosh," Rhett gasped, "Look at what our little lady's got goin' on here, brother." Link pulled the other sleeve off your arm. He slid his hand under your cardigan and ran his hand up and down your spine, making you shiver.

"No bra either, I see," he noted, jerking his head back into a shocked smile with his eyebrows raised. 

The taxi finally pulls up to the hotel, and the three of you practically run up to your room. As soon as Link opens the hotel room door, Rhett lifts you up by your thighs, pinning you to the wall. You instinctively grip his back tightly with your legs, worried you might fall.

"Don't worry baby, Daddy's got you," Rhett assures, as if he could hear your thoughts.

"Easy there, Casanova," Link says, "We haven't told her about our plans yet." He had a devious look in his eyes that sent heat straight to your gut.