Kane
I leaned back in the club chair at the bar. It was early and a crowd wasn’t out yet, just a couple other guys getting drinks, relaxing in the luxurious atmosphere. Because the bar at the Club is a pretty rarefied place, there are liquors behind the counter that you can’t find anywhere else in the world. That’s right, ale brewed by monks high up in the Alps? We got it. Twenty year-old Chateau Lafite? It’s right there, and not even top shelf at that. It’s not the best of our big, bold reds, we’ve got stuff that would blow your socks off by comparison.
So I sat back, swirling my bourbon. There’s nothing like some pale gold down the hatch, and I love the good stuff, two fingers straight. But despite the relaxed air, I was far from feeling it. My senses were alert as I scanned the room, looking for Rebecca.
Because yeah, I’d intervened at the last moment to ensure she could stay at the Club. That asshole Tom, our Master of Auctions, was ready to dismiss her, send the girl packing. And I guess it’s not totally crazy. I mean, she did pass out, she did go fucking unconscious right at the most important moment.
But still, I wanted her and wasn’t above exerting some influence so that she could stay. So making a call here, a call there, Rebecca’s papers were reversed and the girl’s now employed at the club as a maid. Or more accurately, a female helper, because maid is too narrow of a job description. The girls we hire are top-notch, and they do a lot more than clean and cook.
But at the moment, she was nowhere to be found, and another cocktail waitress stepped forward from the shadows, deep violet eyes beckoning, dressed in nothing but a thong and high heels, silver platter on her arm.
“Something for you sir?” she murmured dulcetly.
I leaned back, taking in the lush form. Again, good but not great. I like poundage, and per usual, this girl didn’t have enough.
“Naw,” I grunted. “I got this,” I said, holding up the bourbon. “But you got any new girls working tonight?”
The waitress blinked before smiling once more.
“No sir, I’m not aware of any new girls on shift tonight. But I can check in back if you like.”
I nodded lazily, but my mind had already found its next target, senses on high alert. Because she was here. I’d just seen Rebecca enter by a shadowy doorway on the side and every cell in my body called to the girl, pulling her my way.
And as if she could hear, the brunette’s head suddenly swiveled towards me, brown eyes going wide as she saw my big frame, relaxed with a drink in my hand. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as that pouty mouth formed an “O” of surprise. God, what would it feel like to have those lips circling my cock, sucking me dry, milking me of sperm? It would be pure heaven, that’s what. And best of all, it was gonna happen. It was absolutely gonna happen.
“Tell your friend to join me here, will you?” I grunted at the cocktail waitress. “Tell that brunette to come over.”
And the blonde cocked a head in Becky’s direction before nodding.
“Certainly sir,” she murmured, waltzing away. Pausing, she spoke a few quiet words to Rebecca before disappearing, the brunette immediately swinging to look at me again, eyes going wide. And sure enough, with slow steps, Becky teetered towards me then, dressed in nothing but a thong and high heels, the standard server attire at the bar, almost tripping on her way over. I laughed softly to myself. This little girl was so innocent, so naïve that she didn’t even know how to walk in high heels. Shit, I had so much to teach her.
But what I hadn’t counted on was my body’s response. Because as the girl stopped by my chair, I paused, dick jerking alert. Rebecca was even more beautiful than I remembered, more delectable up close. The tiny purple thong highlighted how lush and huge her ass cheeks were, bisected only by a thin strip of satin. Her tits were huge, mountainous Double Ds, giant sacs of cream tipped with pink nipples, begging to be sucked and licked. And oh shit, but those thighs. They were like ham hocks, juicy and firm, and it took all my restraint not to attack her then, to drag this female to my quarters and drill her until she couldn’t walk anymore.
“Hello,” she said, voice low and dulcet. “Hello.”
I leaned back, looking up at the brunette.
“Hello yourself,” I rumbled. “Care to take a seat?” I asked, gesturing with my hand at the chair across from me. “Make yourself comfortable.” Of course, my offer was a command and the girl knew it.
So hesitating for a moment, she looked around before lowering herself gingerly. I almost laughed again at how Becky positioned the silver platter decorously on her lap, the metal tray covering her thighs and cunt. I’d already seen that pussy bare, I’d already seen those engorged lips, the slickly wet pink flesh within, even glimpsing her hymen. There were no secrets here, so her modesty was misplaced, but I let it slide. The girl was charming all the same, and might as well help her get comfortable before I took that twat.
“So, what’s your name?” I drawled lazily.
“I’m Be-Rebecca,” she said softly, looking into my eyes and just as quickly, looking away again. “Article Thirty from last night,” she added, flushing.
I nodded. Of course she was Article Thirty, the woman had made me so hot that I’d jizzed in my private booth, just watching her move.
“I see. And you work at the Club now?” I asked smoothly, pretending that I didn’t know. Call it social niceties, but there was no sense in letting on that I’d already read a dossier about the woman, I knew everything from her parents’ names to her blood type. Might as well go slow and act like this was a normal interaction, although of course, there’s nothing normal about the Billionaires Club.
And Rebecca nodded.
“Yes,” she said softly. “The auction, um, didn’t exactly turn out as expected, but the Club didn’t kick me out. They let me stay on as a maid,” she said hesitantly. “I’m grateful,” she murmured.
Nodding sagely, I took another sip of my drink.
“Yeah, it takes a lot of people to run this place,” I gestured expansively. “Shit doesn’t get done by itself, and you know us billionaires, we’re messy mofos. We need a lot of maids.”
Becky flushed beautifully then, looking down.
“Well, if you’ll tell me how I can help you, I’m more than happy,” she said quietly. “Just let me know.”
And I practically laughed out loud then. I knew exactly how she could help me, I could hand her the Kama Sutra with its five billion positions, and that would get us started, keep us occupied for a while. But that was no way to treat a nubile, teenage nymph. I wanted to put the girl at ease, even get to know her a little bit before the real party began. So I went slow, easing into it.
“What happened last night?” I growled, leaning back with a casual air. Actually my dick was already as stiff as a baseball bat, but she couldn’t quite see with the way I positioned my arm. “You have a habit of fainting? Low red blood cell count or something?”
And Rebecca flushed.
“No, I mean yes,” she said, biting her lip and looking down. Those huge tits quivered, the pink nipples stiff in the cold air of the bar and it was all I could do not to bend down and suckle one, just for kicks. But I wanted my girl hot, not cold, and the best way to amp up the heat is through a woman’s mind, do a little mental foreplay.
So I looked at her wryly.
“Is that a no or a yes?” I asked, an amused grin dancing about my lips.
Rebecca flushed.
“I don’t faint, not usually,” she said. “I mean I fainted back in seventh grade when they showed us that video about the hazards of drunk driving. There was so much blood that one minute I was sitting in the darkened classroom, and then whoosh, the next minute I was on the ground,” she admitted. “But since then, I don’t really faint. It’s just when I’m getting blood taken or something like that, then sometimes I pass out.”
I crooked an eyebrow at her.
“But there was no blood last night,” I rumbled. “No blood at all.”
The girl bit her lip again, looking at me shyly.
“I know, it’s just that I didn’t expect it, you know?” she murmured. “Didn’t expect it at all.”
Now I was interested, curiosity piqued.
“Didn’t expect the men? Didn’t expect the bidding?” I asked smoothly. “But surely they told you about all of that during Prep.”
She nodded, flushing.
“I knew about that,” she confessed. “It’s the cameras I didn’t expect. They were huge, like giant black bumblebees and I didn’t expect one to fly so close to me when I was … you know …” her voice trailed off.
“When you were bent over, spreadeagle?” I finished, my deep voice smooth. There was no sense in shying away from female body parts with me, I planned on having her every which way like a delicious pretzel. “You mean when you were holding yourself open, showing that sweet twat?”
And if she was pink before, then the girl was an even hotter shade of fuchsia now. It was fetching, the blush spreading over her breasts and down her tummy, dipping into her thong. I wanted to rip away the satin, to watch as those pussy lips swelled with heat, lush and puffy. Were they wet as well right now? Because I was fucking hard sitting in the club chair, although I masked it with the drink in my hand.
Becky nodded again, flushing.
“Yes, when I was showing you my insides,” she finished in a whisper. “When I was showing you what was inside me.”
And shit, but my dick jerked then, spurting a little within my pants. Because yeah, I remembered all of it, the scene playing over and over again in my mind. My eyes had been glued to the sight before me, the glistening walls of her cunt dripping honey, watching as that thin piece of tissue, her hymen, was revealed, so precious, so innocent. But I wanted to know a bit more.
“But they must have told you about the cameras,” I said reasonably, my deep voice a growl. “There were cameras all over you honey, in every corner of that room,” I added.
The woman flushed and nodded again.
“I know,” she said faintly. “It’s just that I didn’t expect one to hover right in back of me, the lens pointed straight up my body, and it threw me off. Plus, I was bent over balanced in those high heels, and the blood rushed to my head, and …” her voice trailed off again.
“And it was too much, huh?” I rumbled, voice deep. “It was too much.”
She nodded slightly, confirming, big tits heaving a bit with quick inhales.
“It was, and when I saw you watching, that pushed me over the edge, Sir. All the blood exited my brain and I toppled over,” she finished in a whisper.
If I’d been hard before, then I was fucking diamond strength now. Because Becky had admitted the unspoken between us. When she’d danced last night, when she’d bent over and pulled herself open, it’d been me she’d performed for. It was my eyes she met, that lascivious lick of her tongue had been for me, and now she was putting it out there. Sure, there’d been cameras and other men watching, but they may as well have not been there. The world had narrowed so that it was just two of us, and I growled at her then, a lion sizing up its prey.
“Well, we better teach you to walk in high heels then. You want to get up and take as spin?”
The girl looked around, eyes wide.
“Now?” she stammered. “But this is a bar. Where would I walk?”
I nodded towards the narrow strip of carpet running between club chairs.
“There’s plenty of space,” I rumbled. “No one’s here yet, it’s early. Take a spin, do a little sashay for Daddy.”
The girl bit her lip again, looking around, eyes darting here and there. But it was true. It was only five p.m., and the place was empty save for two or three dudes at the other end of the room who weren’t even looking our way. Sure, she might have to walk around a couple tables and chairs, but that was no big deal. Besides, she knew that I was commanding, not asking. So Becky got up, teetering again in those high heels.
“Yes sir,” she murmured dulcetly. “I’m happy to walk if that’s what you want.”
And I leaned back in my chair, big body tense but relaxed at once. Shit, was I really so turned on by the prospect of a girl walking? Not dancing, not stripping, not doing some dirty act, but just walking? Damn, I was a lost motherfucker, this woman had me wrapped around her fingertips.
“That’s right,” I rumbled, blue eyes hot on that curvy body. “Walk a little for me.”
And hesitantly, the girl put her silver tray down to obey, but I stopped her.
“Nuh-uh,” I grunted. “With the tray.” I don’t know why, but holding the platter gave Becky an air of subservience, like she was here to please me, and it jacked up my temp, made me want her even more.
So slowly, Becky picked up the tray once more and began walking. She placed each dainty toe before the other, swaying this way and that, hips bumping to a rhythm all her own. Sure, she teetered a little, those heels were fucking high, coming to a sharp point that left indentations in the carpet, but fuck, they made her look good. The brunette was all creamy white flesh, boobs thrust out like a prow as her derriere bumped and swayed in behind.
And shit, but my body ate it up. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, devouring the back view. The slip of her thong disappeared between those huge ass cheeks as she swayed, the purple silk winking under the lights. And her back was so beautiful, elegant and sinuous, topped off with narrow shoulders and lush, beautiful arms, dimpled and curvy.
But it was that ass that I kept coming back to. I stared at the crevice between her cheeks, adjusting myself again, subtly undoing my zip so that my cock could pop out. Aw fuck yeah, that was it. My dick needed air, it was too fucking hard, too fucking aroused in the vicinity of this girl, and as soon as I let it out, it sprang to full mast, the tip gleaming wetly. Oh shit yeah, I needed to be in her, I needed her wet snatch spreading slowly as she lowered herself onto me, the girl moaning with ecstasy while tasting hot, hard dick.
But first things first, because as Rebecca turned to come back after reaching the end of the room, she immediately saw my rock-hard fuckshaft, and even from a distance, it’s a scary sight. The girl’s mouth fell open, disbelieving, eyes going wide. That’s right, a lot of women have that reaction when they see my penis for the first time. Aroused, it’s ten inches and fucking thick, a pole with some real man meat, heavy and deep purple. The ones who’ve been around the block practically fall to their knees upon seeing it, they want it so bad, begging for me to put it in them somewhere, anywhere.
But the young ‘uns, the ones without much experience, are another story. Their eyes grow wide, mouths dropping open, unable to believe the view. Because how the fuck are they gonna fit it inside? How the fuck is this huge pole gonna fit into a tiny twat, one that’s never been breached, no less, the pink shiny and new?
And Becky was no exception. When she saw my dick, the girl teetered immediately in her heels, knees going weak, losing her balance. One hand flew out to steady herself on the back of a couch, as her mouth dropped open with surprise and hunger. Yeah, hunger, because I saw how those nipples stiffened, I saw the flush rush once more across her cheeks. And I could imagine the steady drip, drip of her puss, how the moisture was beginning to coagulate and coat those pussy walls, readying them for my deep pound.
So leaning back, I shoved my hips forward to give her a better view of my cock and with one hand, slowly beckoned her to come back. The girl immediately did as told. Placing one foot carefully in front of the other, she teetered slowly towards from across the bar, huge tits swaying, each inhale of her breath only emphasizing their luscious fullness. And as she drew closer, I could see that the female was obviously mesmerized. Despite the fact that walking was difficult, despite the fact that she still occasionally reached out to brace herself against a passing piece of furniture, Becky never took her eyes from my cock. Oh yeah, the girl was entranced, completely star struck, pouty mouth almost open with lust. And she needed my cock, specifically, to do the honors.
“Cat got your tongue?” I growled as finally, the brunette stopped before me. Rebecca still hadn’t been able to tear her eyes from my fuckrod, and up close, I could see the mix of delicious hunger and slight fear in her eyes. Because yeah, she wanted it. But it was so huge, how in the world would that fit up her twat?”
“Um no,” she shook her head slowly, swallowing thickly. “I mean, yes.”
And I threw my head back and laughed uproariously then. Shit, this little girl was all contradictions with the yesses and nos, the maybes and maybe nots. But I liked it. I liked how Rebecca was so much more than a plastic fuckdoll. This girl had facets to her, had a personality that was innocent and sweet at once, but also dirty and ravenous, with the way she devoured my body.
“That was beautiful, honey, that was absolutely gorgeous, the way you paraded yourself around,” I ground out, meeting her eyes. “Now turn around and let me check that pussy.”
She gasped, eyes tearing themselves away from my dick for the first time in minutes, looking around the room.
“But,” she stammered. “There are other people here.”
That was true, there were a couple of guys at the other side of the bar, but they were busy with their own shit. I could see a blonde cocktail waitress kneeling before one, curls bobbing up and down unmistakably in the guy’s lap, not a lot of mystery what was happening there.
“No worries, honey,” I growled, leaning back. “They’re busy and besides, here,” I continued, pulling a huge potted fern over. “This’ll block the view, we have privacy.”
The girl’s chin trembled a little, but she nodded bravely, because as ridiculous as it sounds, the fern did its job. Its fronds were leafy and full, and the thing stood about four feet high, so it actually did screen us from any prying eyes. Not that anyone was looking, but it calmed Becky down. And sure enough, the girl took a deep breath and met my gaze.
“Should I take this off?” she murmured, small hands trailing against the waistband of her purple thong. “You want me to take this off?”
“Naw,” I ground out. “I’ll do the honors. But put your tray down first,” I directed, “and just like last night, bend over. Right here, in front of Daddy, show it to me little girl.”
Rebecca gasped again, but I could see bright spots of color on her cheeks, the way those huge boobies jumped and swayed in anticipation. So putting the silver platter down on a nearby table, she moved in front of me, turned away, and slowly, began bending at the waist.
Oh god, it was a delectable sight. Even better today, because yesterday she’d been about fifteen feet away, whereas now, the girl was two feet in front of me, doing the stretch. And extend she did, her narrow back slowly lowering, small hands slipping down those thick thighs and calves until she gripped an ankle in each fist.
“Like this Daddy?” Rebecca murmured breathily. “Am I doing it right?”
Oh shit, my dick jerked then, a small gust of white spurting out to coat the tops of my legs. What the hell was wrong with me? I’ve had hundreds of women, I’ve fucked models, actresses, the most beautiful women in the world, and never before have I lost control of my body. I’m able to go for hours without coming, giving the woman multiple orgasms before finally blasting my load, but with this little girl it was different. Just from a short sashay, a little glimpse of panty-covered puss, and I was letting the baby batter go in small drips, my virile DNA so eager to be in her.
Because she was hands-down gorgeous. As that panty-clad bottom came into view, it became obvious how much Rebecca wanted it. Not only were my senses assaulted by the smell of wet, hungry snatch, but heat waves literally emanated from that puss, the warm, moist blasts of air hitting my face like a tropical breeze from the islands.
And not only that, but the purple silk between her legs was drenched at the crotch. Absolutely fucking drenched, it wasn’t even purple anymore, it was black, there was so much vaginal juice, that cunt sopping wet. And I needed it, I absolutely needed it. So leaning forward, I lightly pressed my nose up against her snatch, inhaling her essence through the wet cloth.
“Oh fuck, you’re delicious,” I grunted, burying my nose in her sweet crevice. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
The girl giggled a bit, trembling before me, another wet splash of juice gushing out.
“What are you doing, Mister?” she said coyly. “Are you sniffing me?”
I merely grunted again, pressing my nose even deeper into that beautiful snatch.
“You’re right I’m smelling this sweet twat honey, there’s nothing like aroused female to get me going, to get this motherfucker hard,” I grunted, big hand slipping up and down my pole, holding it in a vise. “But Daddy’s gonna touch you now.”
And she jiggled her hips then, giggling again.
“Do it Daddy,” she cooed. “I want it, please.”
Again, I was struck by the combination of high and low, slutty and naïve. Because this was a nubile teen girl, one whom I knew for a fact had never been touched. And yet here she was, acting like a vixen, bent over with her legs spread, playing me like an experienced whore. Holy shit, what had I gotten myself into?
But unable to resist for another second, slowly, I trailed one big finger from the back of her thong to the front, letting my hand caress the drenched silk between her legs, feeling the heat emanating from her cunt.
“Um!” Becky sighed, lifting her profile to the sky, eyes drifting shut. “Oh, that feels good.”
And I grunted.
“It should baby girl, because it gets a lot better.”
And with that, slowly, I pulled the silk away from her crotch, stretching it to the side so that beautiful, steaming pussy came into view. Oh shit, oh shit, it was delectable, even better than I remembered. Because Rebecca was at full flow at the moment. All the flesh between her legs was glistening and wet, there was so much juice, the pinkness engorged for a man’s touch. And as I watched, her little hole literally winked at me, begging for my touch.
“Please Daddy,” she murmured. “Please, please,” she pleaded, grabbing the backs of her thighs before sliding her hands up to those huge butt cheeks, pulling herself open once again, showing me everything, a re-play of last night. “Touch me this time,” she whispered throatily. “Please, I need it.”
And never one to turn down a request from a gorgeous woman, I obeyed. Snapping her thong off with one quick flick of my wrist, I buried my tongue in her snatch, lapping at the goodness.
“Oomph!” Becky cried out, partly from the shock of having her clothing ripped off, and partly from the shock of my tongue on her sweet folds. “Oh god!”
Because the woman tasted delicious. Like manna to a starving man, I slid my tongue all over her pussy, lapping at her folds, niggling her clit with my tongue, all the while holding her labia wide so that I could taste her insides. Oh yeah, I don’t shy away from carpet munching, this is my specialty. There’s no such thing as disgusting, or fishy, or cheese-like. I want to taste all of my baby, and that includes the inside of her sweet canal.
So pulling her labia apart, I ran my tongue up the inside of one fleshy fold before dipping into her hole, and then down the other side, sampling the interior of that heavenly cunt, swallowing audibly as pussy juices gushed down my throat.
“Oh!” cried out Rebecca. “Oh oh oh!”
And hearing her breathy cries, feeling the shivers of the wet puss under me just juiced me further. I needed it. I needed to get a taste of that hymen, to sample her virginity for myself, to grab onto the holy grail. And without losing another second, I went for it. Pulling her labia apart even more, stretching the girl wide, I pushed my tongue up that interior channel, burying myself in her steamy hole until I felt it. Oh yeah, the tissue bounced off my tongue, soft, slippery and so fucking innocent. She was absolutely a virgin, she was my virgin, and I had the proof right here.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” I murmured into those sweet folds, tonguing her deeply, hot gusts of ambrosia shooting into my throat. “Fuck baby, you’re gorgeous.”
And just like that Becky came. Her pussy twitched once with my tongue inside, then jerked again, and suddenly an earthquake surrounded me. All that delectable female flesh began trembling and shaking, lost to the ages as spasms ripped through her pussy, the vaginal contractions so delectable, so amazing, and so fucking delicious.
“Umph!” the brunette cried out, lifting her head, eyes squeezed shut as electricity coursed through that curvy frame, her pussy juicing and dripping wetly. “Oh god!”
Because it was heaven on earth. I live for a woman’s orgasms, I love giving them, it’s like handing me a winning lottery ticket. And so bracing myself, I grabbed onto her ass cheeks with my tongue still buried deep inside, savoring the experience, losing myself as all that sweet, female flesh convulsed around me.
“Unnnh!” Rebecca cried out again, boobs swaying now as she reached to hold onto something, anything. “Unnh!”
And determinedly, I pressed my tongue in even further, drinking her juices as convulsions rocked that small frame. Oh god yeah, I could feel that pussy spastically shaking around my mouth, the quivering female flesh jerking and twitching, all of it accompanied by gust after gust of pussy nectar. It was so good, like being at a 3-D roller coaster wide with all your senses on high, and I lapped it all up, losing myself in the swell of sensation, riding Rebecca all the way.
“That’s it,” I ground out from deep within her body. “That’s it, give it up with Daddy’s tongue up your snatch.”
And although my words came out more like a muffled “Mwmwmw,” it seemed that Rebecca heard, or at least her body heard, and one more huge convulsion ripped through that pussy, her contractions electric and sensuous at once.
“Unnnh!” she grunted again, head dropping limply between her shoulders, like a flower too heavy for its stalk. “Unnnh, oh god!” she cried out, body shivering deliciously, every part of her jiggly, wiggly and utterly spent. And before the girl collapsed onto the carpet, I caught that curvy form and dragged her into my lap, cuddling her close, still licking my lips from the delicious tang of her personal pussy juice.
“Calm down, baby girl,” I soothed, running a big hand over those huge white tits, “Calm down, just relax.”
Becky was still surfing the aftermath of her orgasm because small ripples penetrated her frame, and she panted, eyes closed, that sweet form curled up against my chest.
“Oh ummm,” she murmured, breathing hard, the half-moons of her lashes resting against her cheeks. “Ummm.”
And a feeling of something washed over me. I’m not sure what it was. Lust? Adoration? Or caring? All I know is that I wanted to hold her tight, I could have sat like that with her forever, the little girl trusting and relaxed in my arms, cradling her against my broad chest. Shit, this has never happened before, usually I’m only too eager to boot a woman out of bed after the deed’s done, impatient to have my privacy. But something was different this time, I wanted to make sure Becky was good, that she felt relaxed and warm after soaring the skies, that she got off okay once the ride was done.
So I dropped a kiss against her forehead, oddly gentle, my big hands warm against those soft curves.
“Take it easy, little girl,” I soothed. “Take it easy, it’s not every day you have a massive orgasm like that.”
And the girl’s eyes opened hazily.
“That was incredible, Daddy,” she breathed. “Really incredible, thank you.”
Fondly, I pressed another kiss to her forehead.
“I know baby, and it gets even better. Because feel this?” I asked, shifting my hips beneath her. The girl’s eyes popped open then, going wide with wonder, a sudden intake of breath.
“Oh my god, you haven’t come yet,” she whispered, craning her head to look into my eyes, those pools of caramel so soft, so giving I could have drowned. “You haven’t come yet.”
I chuckled deeply.
“That’s right,” I soothed, our breaths mingling, the eye contact electric. “That’s right, Daddy hasn’t come yet but you’re going to help me come. How would you like that, sweetheart? Are you ready for Daddy’s dick deep in your little pussy?”
And I wasn’t sure how a virgin was going to respond. After all, I was even bigger now, the ridge of my cock a fucking monster pressed against her ass, and Rebecca squirmed, feeling the insistent punch against her soft butt cheeks. But never underestimate the little vixen. Because the girl wasn’t squirming to get away, she wasn’t squirming because she was uncomfortable. The brunette was squirming so that after a few twists and wriggles, my cock lined up with her butt crevice, the hard length nestled just so between those huge white cheeks. Oh shit, I could feel the juice of her pussy dripping onto my balls, and the deep, hot, musky dry heat of her asshole beckoned to me, making my dick go even harder. Oh god, oh god. I was the one who was outgunned, the one who was outmanned.
And as if reading my mind, Rebecca turned to me once more.
“I want it Daddy,” she murmured with a sweet smile. “Give it to me, I’m ready.”
And with that, I rose to my full height, head almost touching the ceiling, the girl cradled in my arms. I felt like Conan the Destroyer, King Kong come to life, and Superman all rolled into one. With Becky, I was indestructible, invincible, a god among men … and my little girl had just given me the go.