Daphne Vs. Daddy

Taking in the sensual view of Stone touching my pussy just enough to make me tremble, I see Stone rub his knuckles over my panties. Tantalizingly slow, he brushes against my sensitive folds. Arousal blooms wet on the cotton fabric, betraying just how much of an effect he's having on me. I crave his touch. Propriety and reason have no say in this moment. I'm aching for his touch and Stone knows this. I'm sucking in my lower lip and he's smiling wider by the second. My mouth goes dry and I start to pant, and still he just runs his knuckles over my pussy. I'm shaking with need and he's taking the slow train to fuck me town. But after the animal he unleashed before, when we fucked in the hotel? I'm resisting the urge to beg for two reasons. One, I don't want to poke the bear. I don't want further torment him should he slow his roll even further because of my insistence. Two, I trust that Stone has a high-level degree in the art, the business, and the science of how to fuck me in the most satisfying, heart-racing, blood-pumping way. Stone knows exactly why he's doing this to me, and I trust his teasing to lead to exactly what I want.

Stone takes his hand away and runs his knuckles under his nose. "I can't wait any longer to be deep in that pussy. You smell like heaven, Gisele," Stone says, and he licks his knuckles. "I'm going to own that pussy. I'm going to fuck you so hard you wanna scream, and you're going to bury your face in me so that I can feel your whole body vibrate while I dive into you." The way he says those naughty words, looking me right in the eyes, melts me right on the spot. I'm so fucking wet for him and I need everything he's offering.

Licking my lips, I nod in acquiescence and excitement. Stone's wicked mind could endlessly surprise me. I never know what filthy thing is on his mind. And that fucking thrills me. I'm along for whatever wicked ride he puts on the table.

Or the bathroom stall, as it were. I would fuck Stone anywhere. At this point, if we hadn't made it to the bathroom yet, I would've pulled my panties to the side and bent over in front of him on the dance floor. That's how badly I need his cock i

n my pussy.

Tasting his skin while he fucks me is a kind of primal delight. And Stone is right when he says vibrate. When that massive cock bottoms out into my pussy and his balls are slapping against my ass, my pussy is going to strangle his cock and my whole body will shake. Screaming against his skin, the salt of his sweat and the masculine musk of his body on my tongue? My mouth is watering at the idea. I need to taste his sweat. I need to feel his cock take over every inch of my pussy. I need to scream against his skin and let every shiver lead to him fucking me deeper.

Stone tears my panties off, wadding them up into a ball and shoving them down his pants pocket. He undoes his pants, and brings that massive fuck rod right up to my pussy and strokes my slippery folds with it. The teasing makes me moan. Makes me want to beg.

I can't take it any longer. I want to beg. My lower lip trembles and I look at him. His eyes are full of desire and he slides his cock between my folds.

I cry out at the sensation of his throbbing hot cock sinking into my pussy. I rock my hips and take him deeper. Stone's hands dig into my hips, clutching me and pulling me down on him with an instant ferocity, his own need matching mine. We're groaning, sighing, bouncing off each other. Every delicious slide of his cock deep into my pussy brings us higher and higher toward the most incredible sensations that I've ever experienced. His massive cock fills up every inch in a way that nothing else could. I'm shivering and trembling and taking every inch, and he keeps fucking harder and deeper into me. He's slamming that huge cock up in my pussy so hard that we both shudder with delight at the ecstasy of him hitting me so deep. My pussy swallows up every inch of that massive, incredible cock, though. Every second he goes deeper in me, the pleasure expands between us. We're hot, sweating bodies slamming into each other. Nothing else exists in the world, just the two of us. My whole body feels like an extension of my pussy, made to take his cock again and again.

"Fuck!" I cry out when the intensity builds such an erotic pressure in me that I feel might burst.

Stone slams me hard into the wall and his cock fucks all the way up inside me again. With the wall between us, there's absolutely no give and I'm taking his cock even more hard and raw. I almost curse again, but my lips are quivering from the intensity of all the stimuli. I have to try to breathe, because it isn’t coming easy right now. My eyes are rolling back in my head and I feel like I'm high on some kind of drug at this point. That's how good his dick is! I'm taking it and he keeps giving it and I'm dizzy, sweating, burning up inside for him.

I feel every inch of that magic cock piping inside my pussy and watching me stretch around him to accommodate the massive girth. His cock is a challenge I’m happy to swallow up. My eyes roll back in my head. I groan. His fingers sink deeper into my flesh and squeeze around my neck. I shake around him and feel I already need to scream out from the ecstasy of his cock. I'm trying to be a good girl for him, and I press my mouth against his neck. I lick a long stroke up his sexy skin, tasting him, and then I scream the inevitable shout against his skin. I'm trembling all over him, the fury of my shout against his neck matching the shaking of my pussy around him.

And then suddenly what does he do? Oh my God, Stone is the best and worst tease all at once. He drives me to this point ... and takes it all away.

I can't believe this!

Well, I can. I whimper and moan with need that he can do such a thing.

He pulls that heavenly cock out of me. I pull my hands down to scramble down his back and shove his cock back inside me, my instant reaction, because I need him. How can he tease me like this? I was being so good. I didn't want to incite his devilish teasing. But it's unavoidable! He's such a damn tease. And goddamn despite myself I love every second of his erotic torture.

"Stone!" I whimper out. I don't care how pathetic I sound. I'm shaking, trembling with need. He's holding me still or I might fall over. I have to beg, even though reason would've told me not to. If I beg, he might make me wait longer. But I'm not thinking that right now because I'm driven with the singular need to have his cock back in me.

Stone looks at me with that smug confidence that melts me and makes me crazy all at once. "I don't want come in that magic fucking pussy yet. Look at what you've already done to my cock," Stone teases me more. I look down his body and see that his gorgeous cock is covered in my creamy arousal. I let go and I pull open the door, even thought I'm sure there are other people in the bathroom. I don't care.

I'm sucking his cock and I'm not doing it in a stall. Like the handicapped stall might be free but like someone needs that stall for more pressing reasons I'm not getting in their way, you know? I'm grateful that floor in this bathroom is pretty damn clean because I drop down to my knees and suck his cock so deep down my throat I gag a little against it. I keep swallowing. I'm a girl on a fucking mission.

"Damn, teasing you is dangerous, Gisele," Stone groans. He angles his hips and thrusts his cock deep in my throat. Yeah, he's not fucking concerned. He brings a hand to cup my chin. Kinda sweet. Sweet as sucking a rock star's cock in a bathroom can be. I'm crazy for doing this, but I'm crazy about doing this, too. It just washes over my body, the urge to devour his cock, and I continue bobbing up and down, and swallow.

He wants to tease? I'm going to torture. I won't even deny him anything. I'll let him, and he can cum right down my throat. Our juices mix and I taste his precum with my own arousal and I'm so fucking wet just thinking about it. The salty sweet taste of us together makes me moan. That moan shoots a thrill through Stone's throbbing cock. Stone squeezes my hair, fisting a big handful and groaning. Mister in control is in my hands ... and my mouth and throat right now. Stone's at my mercy right now. Because no way he's not going to rocket a hot load down my throat.

Well, of course, I had to go and think that. Because you know what he does now?

Yes, he pulls his cock out of my throat with a loud wet popping sound through the air. He lifts me up and pulls me down on his cock and while we start toward the stall, he seems to give up that idea and instantly he has me against the wall. I pull my legs up high as I can. If he's going to keep taking that cock away, I'm going to take him as deep as I can while I still have the chance. I clamp down on his cock with my pussy. I'm dripping down my thighs. Shaking. I bite my lips and groan.

Licking my lips, I savor the taste of him while he fucks me, in, out, he's keeping me on his cock and bouncing me up and down with a loud slapping sound. I hear a gasp in the background ... someone saw us. But I don't care. Much.

"We need," I pant out. I'm trying to say more but I can't form words

"Yes?" Stone says, and he's laughing and already walking and carrying us both back to our stall.

I hear a few giggles, but like hey, I'm getting mine and I don't really give a shit. Can you blame me? Stone's cock is like a magic wand made for fucking. Like, he's great on stage, but he's even better at performing when he's inside of me.

That equally magic mouth of his closes over mine. Our kiss crashes together, and I can feel him smile while his lips are over mine.

Can he read my thoughts? The way he kisses me makes me feel like he's some kind of robot programmed for my absolute pleasure. He seems to know every single way to touch me to make me fall apart around him. His cock is pulsing inside me, so hard and making my eyes roll back in my head. His tongue over mine is sensual I could just cry. Fuck Stone feels so good. I'm close to being totally overloaded by the sheer ecstasy of his touch, but I'm going to savor every moment of this until I can't take it anymore. Then I'm going to suck it up and continue having the time of my life.

Sucking him up. I love tasting my pussy on Stone's cock. Every inch of him covered in every drop of me? There's almost something poetic in that, if not just totally sensual. I hate to be the one to tell Stone how to do his job, but maybe his song needs another verse and the sweet needs of something filthy in it.