Page 29 of Daddy's Pretty Baby

But Robert wasn’t taking no for an answer. Turning about forty-five degrees so that he faced the bushes behind our bench, he popped his dick out, letting that huge member out in public. Oh my god, how could anyone miss it? It was ten inches fully aroused, hot, pulsing, throbbing. Even if people couldn’t actually see it, still, I could feel the vibrations from his fuckpole, my pussy quivering wetly at its proximity. Oh my god, this was so wrong and dirty.

“Daddy,” I panted, mouth already watering. “Are you sure we should be doing this? What if we get caught?” Of course, my lips were already opening, I was so hungry to taste his good stuff, always a receptacle for his baby batter.

And the big man nodded, fisting the shaft lightly, pulling my head around so that I was on my knees before him, lips kissing the tip.

“We won’t be caught baby,” he ground out. “Now suck.”

And with a sigh, a flutter of my eyes, I obeyed, giving it up. Yes, right there in the Magic Kingdom, in the food court with birds chirping overhead, voices sounding in the distance, the strains of It’s a Small World playing in the background, I gave Mr. Lancaster head. I went at it like a crazed girl, so hungry, so slutty, legs open, nips hard and wild, desperate to have him. And the truth is I loved every moment of it. As I licked and sucked him, I popped a boob out of my décolletage, letting the huge tit bounce free in the breezy air.

“Mmmph,” I moaned, taking a long, loving lick of his dick, tracing my tongue against the vein that pulsed hotly along the bottom of that fuckpole. “Mmmm.”

“That’s it,” the big man ground out harshly, blue eyes never leaving my questing mouth. “Put it all in,” he commanded. “Swallow it all honey, like a tasty popsicle.”

And I smiled slightly then, my lips gripping that hard shaft like a vacuum. Because yes, this was something I’d learned at Mr. Lancaster’s knee, something I’d perfected and was now a pro at. So opening my jaw wide, slowly I began stuffing that huge shaft into my mouth. One inch, then two, then three, and oh god, it was so long, so huge, I almost gagged when it hit the back of my throat.

But keeping my eyes closed, focusing all my concentration on the stiff dick before me, I took a deep breath through my nose and literally inhaled the rest of that cock, the heavy pole tunneling down my esophagus, the penetration so deep that I thought it might touch my cunt from the inside.

“Mmm!” I squealed then, eyes flying open. “Mmm!”

And Mr. Lancaster looked down on me with eyes filled with love, lust and sheer wonder.

“That’s it baby girl,” he ground out, stroking my brunette curls as I gulped heavily, the shape of his cock visible in my throat. “That’s it, let that slutty mouth eat like you have no gag reflex.”

And I began fucking his cock with my throat then, letting him run it in and out, each deep slide so arousing, so hard and penetrative. I loved it, every second of it, toying with my tits, forgetting that we were outside in public. I loved Robert Lancaster, I’d do anything for him, and the promise of his sperm was too much, the ultimate prize. I had to have it.

So I began going faster up and down that pole, slipping and sliding, making arousing little “mmph” noises, intent on driving Robert to heaven. The big man panted heavily, big hands on my head, guiding the movement, groaning loudly as his pelvis rocked back and forth, eyes alive as they watched my dirty dance.

“That’s it baby,” he grunted, blue eyes blazing. “You’re Daddy’s cum slut, you live to drink Daddy’s jism.”

And with a tense jerk of his hips, a sudden “unnnh,” he threw his head back, neck tight, eyes clenched shut, as the concert began. Hot seed flowered in my mouth, dazzling rushes of sperm gushing in great blasts, that salty, sweet tang unmistakable. I gulped like a madman, not wanting to waste a drop, the stuff of life was my personal addiction.

But Robert hadn’t forgotten the turkey leg. After a few more spurts, he whipped his dick out of my mouth and blasted all over the turkey on the table, coating the fat hock with white sprays of cum, each lash so nutritious, so bubbly and white that I couldn’t wait. Even though Daddy wasn’t done, I picked the leg up and began devouring it hungrily, white ooze accenting my every bite, my mouth filled with the delicious taste of turkey mixed with man juice.

“Umm,” I moaned, chewing, loving it. “Ummm.”

And I know it sounds gross, but it was actually really good, the best of the best. And you know why? Because I am Robert’s cum slut. I’d do anything for him, even if it meant fucking him in public, at a children’s theme park, wearing a yellow ballgown and a tiara on my head as I devoured a turkey leg covered in his semen. That’s how crazy I’ve become, beyond the point of no return. Because I love every second my life with him, every minute is filled with a magical quality that can’t be feigned. I’ve called my employer crazy, I’ve labeled him a maniac, a control freak, but the truth is I’m with my lover every inch of the way … and there’s no turning back now.

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