His Love - Cassandra Dee Page 0,47
up, I pushed my bottom back, showing him my coffee hole.
“Do it, Daddy,” I panted. “Put it in.”
With a heavy grunt, Luke shifted his pole up so that it pressed against my pleats.
“You sure about this baby girl?” he growled. “I was going to put it into your pussy first to get it wet. You sure you can take this?”
“I can Daddy,” came my harsh pant. “I absolutely can.”
So yeah, even in this compromised position, I was calling the shots. Even with my hands tied up, strung up to the ceiling and immobilized, I was the one in charge, directing him in this dirty dance. And obeying my orders, Luke began. That mighty glans pressed against my dark star and I moaned throatily. Oh god, the pressure against my bottom was incredible.
But I wasn’t giving up because it was me in control. So taking a deep breath, I inhaled before exhaling slowly, eyes fluttering shut, concentrating hard. And loosening my inner muscles, it happened then. Daddy’s dick slid in, one inch, two, until that ten inch pole was balls deep inside.
“Ohhh!” I cried out, reveling in the dirty sensations. “Unnnh!”
Luke leaned forwards to grab my breasts, squeezing and kneading even as his cock pushed even further into my rectum, brushing my GI tract.
“Yeah, that’s how my slutty baby likes it,” he rasped in my ear. “Mmmm.”
And slowly, the alpha withdrew, the slide incredible. My bottom is so sensitive now that I could feel the difference in width along his pole, that thick, meaty base tapering off to his glans. My ass clenched, spasming enjoyably.
“Oh yeah, Daddy will give it to you,” he growled in my ear, licking wetly at my throat. “You love it, don’t you?”
I mewled then, throwing my head back, with my profile tilted to the sky. Shudders ran through my body as he pummeled me once more, making me scream this time, my back ring gripping that huge shaft as it did its job.
“Take me Daddy!” I screamed. “Oh yes!”
The words only spurred Luke on even further. He grabbed my fleshy hips and began pistoning hard, drilling like a madman.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” he roared. “FUCK!”
And that was it. The big man burst in my rectum, spraying me with blast after blast of filmy white, the bubbly jizz so good. I screamed too then, my pussy dissolving into tremors, but the fireworks weren’t over yet. Because I’ve developed insane control over my bottom muscles, and as Luke pumped away, my butt milked him in time to each spurt. Oh yeah, this wasn’t some crazed frenzy where my nether parts went wild. Instead, I’m a ballerina with incredible muscle control, and I use it when the time is right. So as Luke released, his dick jerking in rhythmic pulses, my ring clenched and pumped, milking him of the good stuff while drawing that incredible baby batter inside.
Because I want it. There’s nothing that makes me feel better than Luke’s jism leaking from my holes, and I wanted him to fill me up to the max until I overflowed.
“More Daddy, more,” I moaned, “Give me that dirty milkshake.” And obeying my command, Luke blasted again, his second climax chasing the first.
“FUCK!” he roared in back of me. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!”
My bottom pumped him more, draining him of everything he had to give, savoring the last drops. And finally, Mr. Lyons collapsed against me, plastered to my back, his massive rod still stuck deep in my tight cavern.
“Aww, shit, baby,” he groaned. “You feel so good.”
I giggled, looking at him over my shoulder.
“What’s wrong Daddy?” I asked. “Was it too much for you? Did baby wear Daddy out?”
Because this is my life with the ballet master now. We’re a traveling couple. I live in Kansas giving classes, while he’s still the CEO of the Academy. So we’re on planes all the time, even more so because we can’t stand to be away from one another. But compromises have to be made, and I wasn’t giving up my newfound freedom so readily, not when I had a booming business in the Midwest with dozens of little girls as my students.
Luke had frowned at first.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you teach at the Academy?” he growled. “You know I can make it happen.”
That was the problem exactly, and I fixed him with a mock glare.
“Luke, I can’t ask you to do that. And I wouldn’t want it, either. I have my own life, and that’s in Kansas. It means that we won’t see each other