Taken by the Russian

I walk her over to the basket and open the door. She steps inside and looks up at the balloon.

“Are you happy now?” I ask.

“I guess. I wanted to go up in it. It’s supposed to be a thrill.”

I step towards her, pressing her against the side of the basket. “Would it give you the thrill you want to be fucked in here?”

She looks back over her shoulder to see if the men are watching before she looks at me. She nods slightly as she takes one step to the side, spreading her legs for me.

“The side is high enough that I could fuck you right here and no one would see.” I grip the edge of her skirt and lift it up to her waist. “Would you be quiet, angel?”

She bites her lip and shakes her head as she tries to hold back a smile.

“As I suspected,” I say, reaching down and unzipping my pants. “You two! Get in the truck,” I yell to the men, and watch as they climb into the cab, facing away from us.

I pull my cock out and see the hungry look in her eyes. “All for me?” she asks, licking her lips.

“I’ll wash your mouth out with cum later. For now, climb on my cock.”

I grip her hips and lift her a little as I bend my knees and slide into her tight pussy. Her hot cunt sucks me in tight and squeezes every inch.

“Those men in the truck are trying to watch me fuck you,” I say, moving in and out of her wetness.

She leans up and presses her lips to my ear. “I told them I was your daughter. That this was my birthday present to you.”

My cock grows bigger with her words, and I fuck her harder. “Why do you love getting into trouble?” I ask, gripping her thighs and hammering into her now.

She leans back, pulling her shirt up, exposing her tight nipples for my mouth. I fall on them, sucking one, then the other. I feel her pussy tighten, and I know she wants to release just as badly as I do.

“Because it gets you so hard,” she moans, squeezing me tighter.

I let go of her nipple with a pop, then pull her chest against mine as my lips move to her ear. “It’s okay, angel. Let them think what they want. They’re trying to sneak looks at you, and they’re wondering if they get to fuck you after I’m finished. They don’t care if I’m your daddy, they just want a turn.” I bite her earlobe and kiss it. “But you know they won’t. Because you belong to me. I’m your daddy forever, because I took what was mine. You’re forever my reward, little Anya.”

“Yes,” she breathes, right before she cums.

Her pussy covers my cock as her body gives in to what I demand. Her orgasm is loud, but I press her mouth to my chest as I thrust inside her one last time and finish. My own release pulls from every inch of my body and flows into her. It’s hard and deep, but it’s what she wanted.

“Happy anniversary,” she mumbles against my chest and then giggles.

“To one hundred more, my love,” I say, before placing a kiss on her lips.

THE END