Dreams did come true.

"Mi, Mi, Mi, So, Fa, Ti, Do," I went, trying to get my voice warmed up. It was some nonsense a book suggested. I wanted to sound perfect for tonight's show. Sure, Leo said I already was perfect, but after everything that had happened, I had thought him a bit biased.

"I don't think the scales go like that," he said, coming up behind me, wrapping his arms around my belly. It was flat again. A Leo Jr. had entered the world, being taken care of for the night by the best Nanny money can buy. I turned my head to kiss Leo Sr.

He was never one for a quick pre-show peck though. My stage get-up consisted of a skirt. Moderate in length, not too long, not too short. It was short enough though that Leo could reach under it, yank down my panties. A firm hand suggested I bend over the

table. I obeyed, knowing what was coming. "I gotta have you before the show. Just to make sure I can control myself and not take you right in front of the eyes of millions."

It wasn't long after that I felt his cock tickling the lips of my pussy. He thrust inside me, knowing that there wasn't much time to waste, our warm up act drawing their set list to a close.

Leo had mentioned that he wanted a daughter, not a son. This was after we'd known I was going to have a son for months. I somehow suspected he actually didn't care that much and would come up with a new excuse again if he knocked me up with a daughter.

He was an insatiable man. After years of searching, he had found the woman that he wanted above all else. He had incorporated me into his act, letting me do some backup vocals as he personally trained me, bringing more soul, more passion to his act, which he always believed was the foundation of his success.

That passion and soul right now though, was being fucked into me, and it was definitely a success with me. I moaned, fearing that he may make me hoarse for the show. I just had to learn to control myself - and that was so very hard.

The sound of our opener covered my failures, and I grinned as he filled me to the brim again with his seed. Maybe this one would take and give him the daughter he supposedly wants - or maybe the next. All I knew is I would enjoy every single attempt as it came.

He pulled up my panties, and sealed up his cream, knowing it would leak out of me and create a mighty big stain there. He didn't care - and I didn't either. It was actually a rush to walk out in front of that packed crowd knowing that I had my lover's juices leaking out of me, a secret between him and I that I was in fact, a filthy, dirty girl underneath me being the sweet mother of his children.

Leo straightened himself up. "I believe we are on soon, love."

I pulled myself up and straightened what I could as well. "Of course."

Fame, fortune, his cum leaking out of me.

What else could a girl really want?

Teaching the Brat

Book Themes:

Teacher / Student, Stepfather / stepdaughter, taboo, creampie

Word Count:

5,456

His hands caress up my thighs, teasing along the outside of them. His skin on mine sends a shiver up my body and I know he can see it, because his green eyes twinkle with excitement. He’s teasing me, his clothed body looming over my entirely naked form.

I feel vulnerable, but that only makes me wetter. My entire body is at attention, my heart pounding and my clit pulsing with need. When finally his mouth meets my pussy, I let out a gasp of pleasure. Electricity sparks within me.

“Oh Richard,” I mutter, and when he growls in return it sends a vibration through me. I’m already perched so close on the edge, but when I go to grasp the back of his head, I find my wrists restrained. The leather is soft and supple, but it holds me in place, limiting my movements.

Dammit, I curse inwardly, but when he pushes his tongue up against my clit, swirling around it and teasing it to stiffness, my frustration leaves me.

I open my eyes and look down at his gorgeous face between my thighs, feel that little bit of stubble brush against my tender flesh. His dark hair and beautiful eyes, his soft lips working against my pussy...

“Oh!” I groan, twisting, and he twists with me, not letting me get away.

But just as I get to that explosive edge, my body primed for release...

The alarm goes off.

“Fuck!” I curse, glancing at the clock. Seven in the morning.

My head hits the pillow with frustration. My fingers trail between my thighs and find myself soaking wet, but I don’t even have time to enjoy it.

Tags: Candy Quinn Erotic
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