My Daughter’s Friend, Alyssa: Part 3 (Patreon)

Alyssa lay sprawled on her bed in her red lingerie, the glow of her phone lighting her face and perky tits as she scrolled through her feed, laughing quietly at a string of ridiculous pictures her friends had posted. Her carefree giggles filled the room until, suddenly, her expression shifted.

“Ugh… no, go much deeper,” she muttered sharply behind her, frustration edging her tone.

Ari inserted his tongue deeper into her ass as he worshipped her asshole like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.

He was so embarrassed...

Here he was naked, locked in a steel chastity cage on his knees with his tongue up Alyssa’s ass, worshipping her while his cock and balls strained within the confines of the chastity cage. She had him so whipped and under her control, his submission only grew by the day.

She set the phone down for a moment and ran her fingers slowly through her loose hair, exhaling a long breath as though settling herself. Her gaze dropped to the delicate silver key hanging from the thin chain around her neck. She fiddled with it idly, letting it spin between her fingers, her expression distant — thoughtful, calculating.

It wasn’t just jewelry to her. It was leverage.

Alyssa lay on her bed, her phone held above her face as she scrolled. Her brows furrowed, and she muttered under her breath, “Yes… yes, keep going like that,” as she felt his tongue reach new depths within her ass. There was something about her best friend’s dad being her ass worshipping bitch that her feel so naughty and sexy..

Her focus was intense for a moment, but then her whole expression shifted back to her usual playful calm.

She set the phone aside briefly, fingers absently twirling the little silver key around her neck. Her expression was unreadable — equal parts satisfaction and calculation.

Then, without hesitation, she pulled up Sarah’s contact and hit call.

“Sarah!!” Alyssa sang the moment Sarah answered. “You will not believe what I just saw on Jenna’s profile.”

Laughter bubbled through the line as she launched into rapid-fire gossip, dissecting outfits, parties, and mutual friends. Her tone was light, easy, completely different from the quiet focus she’d had seconds earlier.

But even as she chatted with Sarah, Alyssa’s fingers continued to toy with the little key, spinning it absently against her collarbone. Her laughter was effortless, but her eyes… her eyes stayed sharp, calculating.

Ari couldn’t believe it. Here he was with his tongue up Alyssa’s ass while she was on the phone to Sarah. He couldn’t believe he had become so whipped so soon, and yet his cock would harden within the chastity cage at the sound of Alyssa’s voice, nevermind how hard it was with his tongue up her ass.

Alyssa sprawled across her bed, phone pressed to her ear as she laughed softly.

“Oh my god, Sarah, you’re kidding!” she said between giggles. “No, no, send me the screenshot — I need to see this.”

There was a pause while she listened, her free hand lazily twirling the silver key around her neck. “Mhm… yeah, I heard about that party. Are you still going? …Oh, perfect. Lunch first, gossip later.”

She grinned. “Yeah, I’ll meet you at Café Luna in an hour. Don’t be late this time!” She ended the call, tossing her phone onto the bed before telling Ari to stop.

He withdrew his tongue from her ass and knelt on the floor awaiting her next instructions. He was blushing so much as there was a string of precum coming out of the chastity cage. He couldn’t deny he had enjoyed what had just happened...

Her sundress slipped off the chair where she’d left it earlier, and she held it against herself before wrinkling her nose. “Too casual,” she muttered under her breath. She grabbed another outfit — a soft cream blouse and tailored shorts — holding them up in front of the mirror.

Alyssa glanced at him and smiled, her tone bright and casual.

“Ari!” she said, “Be honest — which one looks better?”

She held up two options: the cream blouse with shorts in one hand and a deep green wrap dress in the other. “I’m meeting Sarah for lunch, and I refuse to look like I didn’t put in any effort.”

Ari hesitated, “They both look amazing. You look so sexy in both.”

Alyssa’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. “Knew it. Always trust the silver fox for fashion advice.”

She laid the dress across the bed, smoothing the fabric with deliberate care, and glanced at him again, her fingers brushing the little key dangling from her necklace. “Thanks, Ari,” she said lightly, before turning back toward the mirror, humming under her breath.

The bell above the café door chimed softly as Alyssa pushed it open, her green wrap dress swaying lightly with each step. Ari followed a pace behind, his expression caught somewhere between nervous and resigned. The place was busy — chatter, clinking cutlery, and the low hum of lunchtime conversations blending together.

Sarah was already seated at a table by the window, scrolling through her phone. She glanced up, her face brightening when she spotted Alyssa — only for her smile to falter slightly when she noticed Ari trailing behind.

“Dad?” Sarah blinked. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

Alyssa laughed lightly, looping her arm through Ari’s for a brief moment before letting go. “I know, right? Total coincidence!” she said breezily. “I bumped into him on the way here and thought, why not invite him along?”

Sarah’s brow furrowed just a little, but she shrugged. “Uh… sure, okay.”

They sat down, Alyssa sliding into the seat across from Sarah while Ari settled uncomfortably between them, fiddling with the edge of his napkin as he tried to smooth out his pants to hide any bulge from the chastity cage. Alyssa set her sunglasses on the table and leaned forward conspiratorially.

“Okay, so before we order,” she began, lowering her voice just enough to sound dramatic, “you have to hear what Jenna posted last night.”

Sarah perked up instantly. “Oh no. What did she do now?”

Alyssa launched into a flurry of gossip, her words quick and animated, hands gesturing as she described outrageous outfits, failed relationships, and late-night drama. Sarah laughed along, shaking her head, clearly entertained.

Every now and then, though, Alyssa’s gaze flicked toward Ari, and she’d drop the faintest innuendo into the conversation.

“Some people,” she said at one point, tilting her head with mock seriousness, “just need someone younger to bring excitement to their life.”

Sarah snorted, rolling her eyes. “Tell me about it. Half my friends are disasters.”

Alyssa smiled, resting her chin in her hand. “Mhm. Exactly. Experience counts for a lot.” Her voice softened, teasing just slightly. “Don’t you think, Ari?”

Ari nearly choked on his water, coughing as he fumbled for words. “I—I… I suppose it can… sometimes… I mean, it depends on the—uh…”

Sarah gave him a puzzled look. “Dad, you okay?”

“Fine,” he said quickly, too quickly, his face warming as he focused intently on the menu in front of him as he felt his cock go rock-hard in the cage.

Alyssa bit back a small smile, her foot running up Ari’s leg under the table as she fiddled with the key to the chastity cage between her breasts, teasing him in front of Sarah.

She was clearly enjoying his discomfort. She turned smoothly back to Sarah, diving into another story about mutual friends, but her fingers idly toyed with the small silver key hanging from her necklace.

Ari noticed the motion out of the corner of his eye and shifted in his seat, pretending to study the specials board while his ears burned and his cock strained within the confines of the chastity cage.

Lunch wound down slowly, though Ari barely tasted his food. Alyssa had spent most of the meal flitting between rapid-fire gossip with Sarah and dropping little comments designed to keep Ari off balance.

“…and honestly,” Alyssa said, leaning back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “some people just know how to, you know… kiss ass when it counts.”

Sarah laughed without thinking, shaking her head. “Ugh, Jenna again?”

“Mhm,” Alyssa said innocently, swirling her straw in her drink. “Though honestly, if you want something done right, sometimes you’ve gotta know when to… worship some ass.” Her eyes flicked briefly toward Ari as she said it, her smile curling just slightly at the edge.

Ari’s face burned as he stared down at the untouched half of his sandwich. “I… uh… I guess… that’s true,” he muttered, fumbling for words as she made references to his ass worship earlier on.

Sarah glanced between the two of them, frowning faintly. “Dad, you’re acting weird.”

“I’m fine,” he said quickly, clearing his throat and reaching for his glass of water.

Alyssa stifled a laugh behind her napkin, then turned the conversation back toward Sarah, leaving Ari to stew silently in his own embarrassment until the bill finally came which he diligently picked up.

Outside the café, the late afternoon sun was warm, and the street buzzed with weekend shoppers. Alyssa stepped ahead onto the pavement, checking her phone before stopping abruptly.

“Oh no,” she sighed, glancing down at her foot. “Ugh, my shoe’s untied again.” She looked up at Ari with a bright, sweet smile. “Would you mind, Ari? You’re closer.”

Ari froze for half a second before kneeling down on instinct, balancing awkwardly on one knee as he tied the loose lace. A couple of people passed by, and he could feel their curious glances burning against his back.

Behind him, Sarah folded her arms and scoffed audibly. “Seriously? She can tie her own shoes, Dad.”

Ari glanced up, his ears red, fumbling for an excuse. “Alyssa mentioned she had a sore back,” he said, his voice a little too defensive. “Just… trying to be helpful to your friend.”

Sarah raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, but said nothing as Ari finished tying the lace and stepped back. Alyssa beamed down at him, brushing imaginary dust off her dress.

“See? Always saving the day,” she said sweetly, giving his arm a light tap. “Good helper.”

Ari muttered something under his breath and avoided Sarah’s pointed stare as the three of them began walking back toward the car, the tension hanging just beneath the surface.

His cock was roch-hard and his blue balls aching as he realised Alyssa was going to publically humiliate him more and more...

She was only getting started...