“Stop,” I rasped in her ear. “Stop, you’ll just make it worse.”
The girl ceased moving, perfectly still except for her trembling, heaving curves.
“Please Daddy, hurry,” she begged. “I don’t want people to see us like this.”
Like what? Totally nude, her hands bound to the pull-up bar, with my fat cock stuck tight in her back end? I didn’t give a fuck, I was proud to be in this position. Those mommies would die to see my six pack, the abs, and of course, my dick coated in cream.
But Kitty’s got a shy side, and to accommodate her I pulled out. Oh shit, my dick glistened with a mixture of fluids, probably ass sweat and jizz. But then Kitty did something that made me stop in my tracks. Because breathing in slowly, she exhaled then, leaning forwards and a huge gush of white cum rushed out her bottom hole. That’s right, my baby had sperm dripping out of her anus, and it never looked so good.
I stared, transfixed, dick jerking alive again. Sure, dirtiness is natural to me, I live for depravity. But still, this took things to another level, those ass cheeks so white, the brownie coated with superglue.
But Kitty was begging me now, panting breathlessly.
“Please Daddy,” she said, jerking futilely at the ties. “Please hurry.”
Slowly, I reached up, unfastening her.
“Come on!” she squeaked the moment she was free. “Come on Luke, come on!”
But did I rush? Did I do as she did, scrambling into my clothes and smoothing my hair so that it looked normal? Fuck no, I’d just had the best fuck session of my life, and I wanted people to know. The scent of sex was heavy in the air, white droplets of cum spattered on the floor. Even if we looked normal, anyone with any two eyes and a brain would know what we’d been up to. And slowly stepping into my shorts, I stood once again, tall and proud before the gaggle of women.
“Oh my god,” whispered one middle-aged chick. “He’s gorgeous.”
I smirked internally. Of course. I was wearing nothing but loose gym shorts, my chest bare and bronzed, abs toned.
“Is that…?” gasped another chick, eyeing a streak of gooey semen on the ground. “Is that what I think it is?”
But before I could confirm anything, Kitty rushed me out of there. Grabbing my arm, she dragged me away, refusing to look in the direction of the yoga ladies.
And once we were in back, hidden from view, she turned to me.
“Mr. Lyons, you didn’t even try,” she accused, brown eyes wide, that voluptuous form so well-fucked. “You didn’t even try.”
I looked at her amused.
“Try what?”
“You know,” she accused again, gesturing wildly. “We needed to get out of there! You didn’t even try to hide!”
I chuckled deep in my chest then.
“Baby girl, you know me. You know I own that ass, I own that pussy. So why shouldn’t the world know? Because you’re mine,” I ground out roughly. “That sweet body belongs to me one hundred percent, might as well shout it out from the rooftops.”
At that, Kitty stopped, eyes wide. Because we’ve been hiding our relationship from everyone, we’ve been carrying on in secret. But you know what? I’m tired of it. I’m fucking this sweet virgin, and I want the world to know, rules and reputation be damned. Because Kitty’s gotten under my skin. I’d brought her here, to the gym, which is usually off-limits to my fuckbuddies. But somehow, with Kitty it was right. The brunette deserved to know where I spent time, how I relaxed after a long day.
And besides, my words were true. The innocent ballerina is mine. My semen’s in her twenty four / seven, that pussy and ass are curved to the shape of my cock. What’s more, I wake with her face before my eyes, and when I can’t focus, it’s because she’s distracting me. So yeah, Kitty Jones belongs to me … and she’ll never belong to anyone else.
5
Kitty
What in the world is wrong with me? It’s like old Kitty has completely disappeared and a new me is walking in her shoes. Because old Kitty was shy, self-conscious, quiet and reserved, only coming to life when I danced.
But the new Kitty’s here now, and she’s not going away. The new Kitty is outspoken and sassy with a big smile for everyone, and a special look for her man. And that male is Luke Lyons, the one behind the transformation.
Because Mr. Lyons has changed my life. He’s completely turned it upside down. We’d been hiding our relationship, but Luke wanted to get out into the open.
“What’s the point?” he said carelessly, shrugging those wide shoulders. “People probably already know.”
I looked at him, eyes wide.
“No, they don’t,” I replied, shaking my head. “We’ve been careful.”
That was true, I only went to his apartment after hours, alone, making sure no one saw me. But Luke shrugged carelessly again.