My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

“That okay, pet?” I asked.

“Yes, master.”

I rewarded her with a good firm squeeze making her gasp and moan. I’d helped her get past her hang ups about her ass and she started to love it. Especially when I squeezed it. I followed up the squeeze with a gentle spank, making her yelp but more in surprise than pain. Massaging down between her thighs with my free hand, I played with her pussy as I continued to spank her sweet ass. Alternating between hard, harsh ones, and gentle ones meant to feel like either firm pats or light gropes. Getting her to orgasm, I caressed her ass once again, easing her back down into a resting state as she recovered from her orgasmic high.

When she was settled again, I readjusted her on the chair so her knees were bent, he head down and her ass and pussy in the air. It took some maneuvering, but I was well used to it and got into a good position.

Devouring her sweet little pussy until she was literally shaking with orgasm, completely unable to move which seemed to turn her on even more. When she was calm again, I rose to full height, placing a hand on the small of her back, and stroked the head of my cock against her tender pink lips, making her moan.

When she seemed like she was ready, I slid in to half way, Skye taking my cock with a moan as long as my thrust. One that stopped at the same time as I paused to give her pussy a chance to adjust. It really was impressive how fast she could get used to taking my massive cock her adorable little pussy.

Everything set, I took her by the hips and started to move. Pumping my massive cock inside her, bringing up monads and goosebumps with each trusty. Her pussy grabbing onto me, so I couldn’t pull out, as though I had any such idea in my head. I had no intention of pulling out until we had both cum at least twice. Even if the first was coming quickly around the corner.

It was beautiful. Skye raising her head as far as she could with me holding her ponytail, letting out hymns to Venus as the quivers of orgasm overtook her. All while I was filling her up with a massive load. Warming her up from the core.

Deciding I wanted to see her eyes, a natural human drive if there ever was one, I undid the straps one by one, keeping her still with a hand on the back of her neck. When she was free, I scooped her up into my arms and turned he over, laying her out on her back. Refastening the restraints, I sucked her nipples until they were hard. Standing up like pencil erasers. When she was ready, I applied a pair of padded nipple clamps, relishing her moan as I did so. Kissing her tenderly, I stroked her pussy. Both to take the edge off the pain, and to get her ready for what was going to happen next.

Skye moaned beautifully, her sweet pussy vibrating against my two fingers, three knuckles deep inside her. She sucked them clean like a good girl. When she was ready, I took up the position between her open, restrained legs.

Tenderly caressing both hands the length of her luscious body, I lowly mounted her. Bringing us roughly face to face despite the height difference, the head of my cock brushing up against her pussy.

Careful not to put stress on the nipple clamps, as when set up right, they didn’t really hurt unless there was pressure applied. Particularly in the case of a pull, no matter how gentle.

With all do care, I lied inside her, inch by inch, careful to give her time to adjust. It didn’t take long, Skye wonderfully adaptable, but some time was needed, and I was more than happy to give it. Mostly feeling blessed just to be with her.

I savored it all. Every squeak and moan I gently fucked her, Skye’s sweet tenderness wrapped tightly around my cock. Throbbing gently inside her like a second heartbeat.

Gradually, I increased in intensity. Going from short, smooth, gentle thrusts to faster harder pumps, working up to a steady moderate rhythm. It was impressive how much my darling could take, provided she was eased into it. Upping the ante even more, I worked up to the point I was pounding her so hard the table she was restrained to started to shake beneath us. It was well constructed so there was no reason to worry.

Skye’s elated, banshee screams were like music to my ears. It struck me, not for the first time, how she was sweet and shy around other people but a sweet little kink kitten with me. Taking anything I could give out, not only handling it but relishing it. Her orgasmic expression reminding me of when the Pre-Raphaelites would depict people witnessing the light of the divine.