Fake Daddy To Be

“Scared?” he rasps.

I shake my head, eyes wide.

“No, not scared. Not at all.”

A hoarse laugh emanates from his chest.

“Good because I like my girls sassy and stretched out wide.” Then, he smirks, those blue eyes glowing. “Touch yourself,” he says. “Show me how wet you can get.”

I bite my lip.

“What? I’m sorry?”

He merely crosses his muscular arms over his chest.

“You heard me sweetheart. Touch yourself. I want to see that pussy gush hard by your own hand.”

Oh my god! This is so bad because he’s a stranger, and not only that, but people walking down below will see me pleasuring myself. Nonetheless, Chan has me in a trance, and my hand slips down to my pussy. I whimper as my fingertips find the sensitive bead and it stiffens beneath my touch.

“Oh my god, I’m already so wet,” I mewl. “It’s all for you.”

He grins while pulling out that huge cock, and my hand pauses as my eyes go wide. Holy cow, he’s going to put that in me?

“I know you’re stunned,” he growls. “But keep going. I want to see.”

Slowly, I lift a leg and place it on a nearby ottoman so that he can view everything that’s happening. Then I slide my fingertips up and down my slit, teasing him before pulling my folds open to show him my bulging clit.

“Do you want to kiss it?” I ask sweetly. “Or suck? It would feel so good,” I coo.

His blue eyes flare, but he remains in place, one big hand stroking up and down his enormous shaft. A pearl appears at the tip and I lick my lips, aching to taste his pre-come. But it’s too early because Chan merely nods.

“More,” he growls. “Keep going.”

Obediently, I slip my hand down further, tossing my hair back while sliding up and down my slick folds. My fingers trace over my hole and I play with it, circling the wetness there before gently sliding a finger inside.

“Mmm!” I cry out. “Oh god!”

But Chan’s underestimated me because I’ll never be satisfied with just one finger. Instead, within minutes, I’ve got two and then three fingers in my pussy, the slick sucking sounds loud and obscene in the marble space.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, his eyes riveted on the sight. “Shit.”

Through slitted eyes, I see that his pre-come is so heavy that it’s literally dripping off his tip now and pooling on the floor. Good, because the best is yet to come. Slowly, I turn so that I’m facing the window and then bend over, my big asscheeks rising and parting for his view.

“You like this?” I coo again, pulling the white moons apart for him with my hands. “You like this brown buttonhole?”

Another gooey dribble of pre-come lands with a splat on the marble floor and I giggle at the answer. “Good, because there’s more coming.”

With that, I arch my back and slow begin inserting a finger into my asshole. It’s tight and dark and dry, but it feels so good to be stretched back here. Sometimes I touch myself under the cover of my blankets, but it feels even more wrong to be doing it in front of a man I don’t know.

But I’ve underestimated Chan this time because with a roar, the alpha male is suddenly on me. He yanks my fingers out of my bottom and then pushes my back down so that I teeter on my high heels.

“Fuck,” he breathes, staring down at the offering before him. I blink both my pussy and my back hole at him, inviting his penetration.

“Come on, big boy. This is all yours.”

That does it. With the low cry of a conqueror, Chan is shafting into my sweetest spot, his rod so huge that I’m literally lifted onto my toes.

“Oh!” I scream, bracing my hands on the glass panes. “Holy shit!”

But the alpha male doesn’t stop. He continues to drill me, running in and out of my wetness again and again.

“You’re so soaked,” he groans. “I’m utterly coated with girl grool right now.”

What’s girl grool? But the answer is obvious because it must mean my pussy fluids, given how they’re leaking down my thighs and over his balls. Meanwhile, I just concentrate on enjoying the thorough shafting he’s giving me. I tilt my hips up, giving him a better angle and he pushes in so deep that I squeal again, sure that the tip of his penis is going to pop out of my throat.

“Oh, yes,” I whimper, pushing back against him, hoping I can get even a centimeter more. “Your dick is divine…”

“Work that ass against me,” he growls. “Show me how much you want it.”

My body is eager to oblige. It moves of its own accord, rocking back and forth slowly over his cock. In the window, I can see a spectacular view of Manhattan, but more importantly, I can watch my reflection perform this deliciously lewd act. He stands still, letting me ride him until my body gets used to his girth. And then, one of his hands presses flat against my back, while the other pets my hair.