Serving Him

“Cat got your tongue?” I growled as finally, the brunette stopped before me. Rebecca still hadn’t been able to tear her eyes from my fuckrod, and up close, I could see the mix of delicious hunger and slight fear in her eyes. Because yeah, she wanted it. But it was so huge, how in the world would that fit up her twat?”

“Um no,” she shook her head slowly, swallowing thickly. “I mean, yes.”

And I threw my head back and laughed uproariously then. Shit, this little girl was all contradictions with the yesses and nos, the maybes and maybe nots. But I liked it. I liked how Rebecca was so much more than a plastic fuckdoll. This girl had facets to her, had a personality that was innocent and sweet at once, but also dirty and ravenous, with the way she devoured my body.

“That was beautiful, honey, that was absolutely gorgeous, the way you paraded yourself around,” I ground out, meeting her eyes. “Now turn around and let me check that pussy.”

She gasped, eyes tearing themselves away from my dick for the first time in minutes, looking around the room.

“But,” she stammered. “There are other people here.”

That was true, there were a couple of guys at the other side of the bar, but they were busy with their own shit. I could see a blonde cocktail waitress kneeling before one, curls bobbing up and down unmistakably in the guy’s lap, not a lot of mystery what was happening there.

“No worries, honey,” I growled, leaning back. “They’re busy and besides, here,” I continued, pulling a huge potted fern over. “This’ll block the view, we have privacy.”

The girl’s chin trembled a little, but she nodded bravely, because as ridiculous as it sounds, the fern did its job. Its fronds were leafy and full, and the thing stood about four feet high, so it actually did screen us from any prying eyes. Not that anyone was looking, but it calmed Becky down. And sure enough, the girl took a deep breath and met my gaze.

“Should I take this off?” she murmured, small hands trailing against the waistband of her purple thong. “You want me to take this off?”

“Naw,” I ground out. “I’ll do the honors. But put your tray down first,” I directed, “and just like last night, bend over. Right here, in front of Daddy, show it to me little girl.”

Rebecca gasped again, but I could see bright spots of color on her cheeks, the way those huge boobies jumped and swayed in anticipation. So putting the silver platter down on a nearby table, she moved in front of me, turned away, and slowly, began bending at the waist.

Oh god, it was a delectable sight. Even better today, because yesterday she’d been about fifteen feet away, whereas now, the girl was two feet in front of me, doing the stretch. And extend she did, her narrow back slowly lowering, small hands slipping down those thick thighs and calves until she gripped an ankle in each fist.

“Like this Daddy?” Rebecca murmured breathily. “Am I doing it right?”

Oh shit, my dick jerked then, a small gust of white spurting out to coat the tops of my legs. What the hell was wrong with me? I’ve had hundreds of women, I’ve fucked models, actresses, the most beautiful women in the world, and never before have I lost control of my body. I’m able to go for hours without coming, giving the woman multiple orgasms before finally blasting my load, but with this little girl it was different. Just from a short sashay, a little glimpse of panty-covered puss, and I was letting the baby batter go in small drips, my virile DNA so eager to be in her.

Because she was hands-down gorgeous. As that panty-clad bottom came into view, it became obvious how much Rebecca wanted it. Not only were my senses assaulted by the smell of wet, hungry snatch, but heat waves literally emanated from that puss, the warm, moist blasts of air hitting my face like a tropical breeze from the islands.

And not only that, but the purple silk between her legs was drenched at the crotch. Absolutely fucking drenched, it wasn’t even purple anymore, it was black, there was so much vaginal juice, that cunt sopping wet. And I needed it, I absolutely needed it. So leaning forward, I lightly pressed my nose up against her snatch, inhaling her essence through the wet cloth.

“Oh fuck, you’re delicious,” I grunted, burying my nose in her sweet crevice. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

The girl giggled a bit, trembling before me, another wet splash of juice gushing out.

“What are you doing, Mister?” she said coyly. “Are you sniffing me?”

I merely grunted again, pressing my nose even deeper into that beautiful snatch.

“You’re right I’m smelling this sweet twat honey, there’s nothing like aroused female to get me going, to get this motherfucker hard,” I grunted, big hand slipping up and down my pole, holding it in a vise. “But Daddy’s gonna touch you now.”