His Baby

But sure enough, Mel is on it. I’ve taught my girl too well, and as she leans against my knees, the girl starts playing with herself big time. She massages her clit just like I taught her before pinching it hard and making herself squeal. A literal gush of juice comes out, drenching my ankles and I groan, my cock hard and stiff.

“Fuck baby,” is my helpless growl, eyes fixed to where her fingers are disappearing in that sweet twat. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

But the thing is, I’m not some dude who just stands by and watches as a pretty girl gets fucked. Especially when the rightful place for my seed is in her ass or her pussy. So with a swift move of my hands, I whip my cock out, the pole sticking up to the ceiling as I lie on my back.

“Sit ups are over baby,” is my growl. “Sit down on this.”

And Melissa obliges. We don’t care that other people might see. We don’t care that we’re fucking in the middle of a public place. All we care about is my cock in her tiny twat, and with a moan, she moves forward and brushes her sopping hole against my glans.

“Ohhh,” she moans, throwing her had back with those brown eyes closed. “Oh yeah.”

But Mel is so fucking dirty now that even I’m taken by surprise. Because the next thing the girl does is shift forward until it’s her bottom bumping against my shaft.

“What the hell,” I grunt, sitting up halfway. “You ready for …?”

But my words are cut off because Melissa’s started the slide. Eyes closed, she throws her head back and starts easing that tight behind down my thick fuckshaft. Oh shit, it feels good. Her bottom’s huge, the white cheeks parting as she strains, working it in little by little.

“Fuuuuck,” the nasty slut moans, cupping her breasts now. “Oh god, your dick feels good in my butt.”

I jerk my hips a bit, forcing more of it in.

“And you’re a fucking buttslut,” is my low rasp. “Fucking me with your ass in a public place like this.”

She doesn’t even deny it.

“Yes,” she moans, sliding down even more, her tiny asshole so dry and tight on my hot rod. “Yes, I’m a butt slut. I’m your butt slut, Mace.”

And that does it. With one last jerk, I’m balls deep in her anus, my dick twitching in her rectal canal. Oh shit, it feels good and I can’t hold back now. I grab her hips and start pumping that curvy bottom. My hips piston upwards, cramming her ass full of thick man meat.

“You fucking slut,” I rasp hoarsely, pummeling her good. “You’re such a dirty whore.”

Melissa mewls, that perfect profile tipped back with ecstasy.

“I am,” she mewls, boobies bouncing as I pump her bottom full. “But I’m your whore Mace.”

And with that, I come. I can’t help it. This woman belongs to me and hearing her acknowledge it pushes me over the edge. With a roar loud enough to wake the dead, I erupt in her back door, spurting my cream deep into the reaches of her GI tract.

“Unnnh!” she screams. “Unnh, unnh, unnnh!”

For sure, people are looking now. It’s impossible to miss the man and woman in the yoga area having full-on anal sex for anyone to see. My shaft throbs inside her bottom as white cream leaks out between our bodies. But we can’t stop because it feels too good, and frankly, I don’t give a fuck what other people think. Standing with Melissa still clutched in my strong arms, I shoulder my way into the men’s locker room which is thankfully empty.

But that doesn’t stop the shocked whispers that follow us when we emerge, freshly showered and dressed.

“It was them,” comes a sibilant gasp. “They were doing it right in public!”

Another female voice chimes in.

“His cock was so huge! And he had it buried in her ass.”

We walk by, pretending not to listen, with our hands clasped. But just as we reach the exit, an assistant manager jumps into our path.

“Um, Mr. Jackson?” he clears his throat, faltering a bit when he realizes how big I am. “I’m Petey. I work the evening shift.”

My eyebrow cocks as we halt politely.

“And?” I drawl. “What can I do for you Petey?”

The smaller man turns bright red while shuffling his feet. But then he stands up straight, throwing his shoulders back and meets my eye.

“We have to ask you to leave,” he says firmly. “I’m sure you know what this is about.”

I hold my hands up.

“I’m leaving right now,” is my amused drawl. “Come on baby. Let’s go.”

But Petey throws himself in my path before I can push the heavy glass door.

“No, what I mean is that we need to ask you to leave and never come back,” he finishes in a rush. “I’ll need to confiscate your membership cards and terminate your contract. I’m sorry, but we just can’t have … um, that happen again.”