His Love

“Daddy!” I screamed, little body quivering, pinkness spasming uncontrollably. “Daddy!”

And Luke lost it as well. With a roar, and then a push of his hips, it happened. His dick erupted in me, bathing my interior channel with hot, bubbly seed and I screamed again, the sensation so good.

“Oh god!” I cried out, profile lifted to the heavens. “Yes!”

Luke grunted rhythmically, lash after lash of semen erupting like a volcano, spraying my fertile insides with virile jism.

“FUCK!” was his roar. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

I would have collapsed, had it not been for my hands tied to the bed post and that hot dick stuffed in my cunt. They were like anchors on either end, keeping me immobile, letting me do nothing but feel as I was drilled within an inch of my life.

“Shit!” came Luke’s curse again. “Awwww shit!”

And I knew what he was referring to. Because there was so much pussy cream, so much virile sperm that it mixed together and dripped out from between us, leaking down my ass and thigh.

“Mmmm,” I moaned, dropping my head, boobs dragging on the coverlet. “Mmmm.”

Luke held still in me then, dick still pumping the last remnants of seed into my insides.

“Fuck baby girl,” he rasped, big chest still heaving. “Fuck fuck fuck that was amazing.”

My chest puffed out in pride, the praise like warm honey coating my soul.

“Really?” I whispered, looking at him over my shoulder. “Really?”

But Luke didn’t answer. Instead he reached down, swiping at the fluids coating his dick.

“See this?” he asked roughly, seizing my eyes with his own. “See this baby girl?”

I gasped. The mix was white and gooey, like superglue.

“This is all you, honey. All you and me and it tastes fucking good,” he grunted, before reaching forwards and pushing his fingers into my mouth. My eyes opened wide with shock, but then my lips closed around those digits, hungry and seeking. Because this was right. I had the billionaire’s cock deep in my puss while he fed me a mix of fresh female juice and sperm. It was disgusting, dirty and nasty, but oh so right because I was with Luke Lyons, my teacher, my boss, the CEO … and I never wanted it to end.

4

Luke

I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. On the one hand, what I’m doing with Kitty isn’t exactly new. She’s not the first ballerina I’ve made love to, that’s for sure. Although I should be ashamed, I often test the new recruits in a personal way.

But Kitty is the first ballerina that I’ve invited into my life. And I don’t mean showing her around the apartment or claiming her in one of my five bedrooms. What I mean is actually hanging out with her, and spending time getting to know the girl like I’m a real boyfriend, and not some asshole.

It’s insane. Because what the hell am I doing? I’ve got a company to run. I’ve got women to meet, and a social scene that craves my presence. And yet for the last month, all I’ve been doing is sating myself in Kitty’s company. She’s sweetness personified and I feel like I’m drunk on honey.

What the hell? Usually I like variety. I like a different flavor of woman every day of the week. But lately, all I do is fall asleep with my arms wrapped around the nubile teen, inhaling the scent of her sweet hair while blissfully drifting off into the deep.

And now, I’m showing her part of the real me, the one that’s not just out there for show. Because the gym is my sanctuary, I use it to let go of the stress of the day, to let my mind go blank after long hours at work. Oh yeah, I’m forty-five, and you have to work hard to keep up a bod like mine. But again, it’s not just about looking good. Sure, exercising helps keep my appearance sharp. My chest is muscled and thick, while my abs are perfectly cut and defined. But the gym also relieves stress, and against my better judgment, I’d brought my best girl here.

“So these are the weights you use?” Kitty giggled, trailing her finger along some silver-colored dumb bells.

“Naw, honey,” I ground out. “Those are fifteen pounders, for the ladies only. The ones I use are over here,” I pointed.

Kitty gasped then because I was gesturing to a set of heavy as fuck, charcoal colored iron rods that looked like they could beat the hell out of a horse. Shit, you probably could kill someone with these things, do some real damage.

The brunette giggled again.

“Show me?” she whispered. “Or are we going to bother someone?”

I looked around. The gym I belong to is high-end, this isn’t one for the masses with crowds of sweaty, flabby people. This place is where models go, where everyone has a personal trainer, and where the membership fee is in the four figures. So yeah, there weren’t many people around.