Tie Me Up Daddy

And I resolved to keep a close eye on her. Because that curvy figure, that sweet frame, were too much to sacrifice. I wanted her happy and flush, bouncing up and down my dick every night, and if Laney was upset about some shit, it wasn’t gonna happen. I wanted that pussy ripe, spread open and willing, and that meant my girl needed to be comfortable, ready to entertain hard cock at all hours.

But right. We were in the gym, and the girl was flirting with me now. Walking over to the elliptical trainer, she trailed one finger over a metal bar.

“Daddy,” she breathed. “Does this turn you on?”

I snorted because Laney’s got a hilarious sense of humor. Going with it, the brunette clambered onto the machine and began pumping her arms, big boobs jiggling as she stepped forward and then back, forward and then back. Aw shit, those flying breasts and jiggling rump did turn me on, I love my girl in motion.

“Stop it,” I ground out. “Stop it.”

Laney just laughed, getting off the elliptical. But then she switched to another mechanism, a pull-down machine, which is a black seat with a bar above that you grip. As you pull down the bar, the resistance works your lats and back, building up strength in your core.

Except with Laney, everything took on a different angle. Because as she seated that juicy ass down on the saddle, the girl threw me a flirty look.

“Look Daddy,” she breathed. “Am I doing this right?”

And reaching above, the brunette grasped the bar above her head before straining to bring it down. Aw shit, it was a gorgeous sight. Those big breasts heaved and quivered, her exhales only emphasizing those luscious tits.

“Look Daddy,” Laney giggled again, releasing the bar now, boobies jiggling like mad. “Look.”

And with that, she reached into her sports bra and popped out a big one. The creamy white bounced out, pink crest hard already.

“You like Daddy?” she whispered. “Then how about this one too?”

And reaching down once more, she popped her other tit out, now both gazongas on display, creamy flesh quivering, pink nips pointed straight at me.

“What the hell are you doing?” I growled, dick going from rubber to iron in a flash. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Oh nothing,” giggled Laney again. “I thought I’d make working out more fun, that’s all,” she murmured coyly. “You know it’s so boring, just reps again and again, always the same thing.”

I begged to differ. Working out is boring if you’re not committed. But when you’ve been going at it strong for twenty years, like me, there are ways to vary things, to make sure the routines don’t grind you down.

But the little filly clearly didn’t have that in mind. Big boobies swinging this way and that, she giggled again, circling one pink tip with a finger.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I rasped again, stiff shaft almost unbearably hard. I looked around, sweeping the gym floor. “Shit baby, are you fucking insane?”

Thank god, the place was deserted right now. Other than the music and the subtle whir of the A/C, there was no movement, no noise, we had our privacy. But still. This was a public place, anyone could walk over at any second. Was my sweet brunette fucking nutso? I had to get her to a doctor stat to get that head examined.

But Laney just giggled again, wiggling her hips. And this time, those pink shorts dropped so that she was in nothing but a sports bra pulled down obscenely under her breasts.

“Daddy,” she cooed. “I got rid of my shorts because I want to do thigh presses. I want to go as wide as possible, and you know that’s hard to do when my clothes are tight.”

I gaped at her. My baby was nude now, sweet form creaming hard, the pink slit between her legs puffy and wet. And as I watched, the brunette sat herself down at the thigh-master, positioning her ass on the black saddle. Seizing my eyes with her own, she grabbed the handles on each side of the seat and began opening and closing her legs, pressing against the weights on each side.

“Ohhh,” she moaned gutturally, eyes going shut. “Ohhh, yeah, gimme that burn.”

My cock jerked then. I couldn’t help it, the sight was fucking nasty and my dick literally thrust out of my shorts then, insistently pointing at the girl. Because the thigh machine is usually tame and boring, but the way Laney was going it changed everything. With every rep, every time she parted her knees, that pink slit came into view, nether lips pulling apart, revealing the dew within.

“Ohhh,” she moaned again. “Oh yeah.”

Aw fuck, I couldn’t take it anymore. It didn’t matter if we were in a public gym, I didn’t give a fuck if I someone saw. All that mattered was tasting the honey, getting myself a mouthful of that delicious ambrosia and with a roar, I stepped between her legs, crouching down to nuzzle at a big breast.