Page 69 of Big Daddy

Only this man brings that out of me, I swear.

“You like my feet on your cock?” I ask, falling onto my back to comfortably bring my feet to his groin. He wraps his rough hands around my ankles, eyes tamped down on the way his veiny red cock slips between the velvety arches of my feet.

“Mmmm,” he groans, completely entranced by the sight. “Tell me how you got them off,” he requests, his eyes skirting over my nude body as his tongue slides along his bottom lip. When his eyes come to mine, they’re hooded and dark, brimming with desires.

I pump his cock, using the tip of my big toe to slide over the slit on his head. He jerks, his spine going wobbly for a moment as he hisses, “fuuuck.”

“I’d show them my feet in fancy heels, like the ones I wore tonight,” I tell him, moving the ball of one foot to his swollen sack, kneading it with more force than most men like. Big Daddy twitches, adjusting, letting a wild groan slip free as my other foot slides up his shaft.

“Fucking hell,” he grumbles, his eyes moving now between my feet working his package and my eyes, fastidiously focused on him.

“I’d talk them through an orgasm, focusing mostly on the way each pearly drop of their cum would look glistening against the patent leather of my fancy shoes,” I tell him, swiping the arch of my foot over his head, precum appearing a moment later. The thick veins running up his shaft are swollen and purple, and the ring of his crown is so red it looks painful.

He reaches down, taking his cock by the base, feeding his head between the arches of my feet before bringing his hands back to my ankles. “No balls, baby. You’ll make me come.”

I smirk as I watch Big Daddy thrust, sweat glistening on his forehead as he groans into my feet. “Sometimes,” I tell him, trying my best not to be affected by his sexy groans and masculine moans as he plunges his massive erection in and out of my feet. We don’t need lube because he’s a fountain of precum, and I’m so wet because of it. Because of him.

“I start sessions without heels, without nylons, without anything on my feet. But I bring in items, like food, and smear it all over, then fuck a dildo with my feet and make them imagine its my whipped cream coated feet sliding up their cock.”

Big Daddy curses, his grip on my ankles so tight that my feet nearly go numb. Ignoring his wishes, I press the ball of my feet into his sack again, my pussy weeping at the fullness of him, at how much cum he holds inside of them to fill me with, to spray over my skin, to shoot down my throat, to coat my lips—his huge balls make me drunk with desire, I swear. The idea of owning and emptying those for the rest of my life? As much as I want to edge him, I suddenly need his cum and I need it now.

“If our sessions had been in person, I’d have teased them to the point of dripping, then I’d have let them sink inside me and fill me up,” I tell him, pressing my toes into his shaft, followingthe curve of one thrumming vein from root to tip. “Because as much as they want to see their cum streaking my feet, more than that, they all want to come deep inside me so that they can watch it bubble out of my shaved little cunt. That they can see the way they bred me. Take a photo of it even.”

A bead of sweat slides down his temple as one hand moves to his shirt, working seamlessly down the column of buttons. A moment later, he’s shirtless, his slacks banded around his thighs like a horny teenager who couldn’t wait. His hair is mussed, strands of silvering dark falling over his forehead as he sucks his lip under his teeth, grappling with self-control.

“You little slut, you’re begging for a cream pie, aren’t you?” he laughs humorlessly as his eyes come to mine. He winks, and my stomach clenches, and I’m suddenly aware of how empty I am. My lower half throbs and pulses, arousal leaking from me in a thick stream, my thighs uncomfortably sticky.

I tuck my chin to my chest and bring my hands to my breasts, squeezing them as I focus on his fat cock being demolished by my bare feet. “Yes, Big Daddy, I am. Will you fuck me? Will you give me what my fans couldn’t?” I lift off the bed just enough to prop myself up on my elbows, and lick my lips as I take his eyes with mine. “Will you fuck your cum into my pussy and stay inside me so none leaks out? Please? Please Big Daddy?” I beg, my tone girlish and small, making a hurricane of groans tear free from his chest.

He shucks his pants to the floor, climbing onto the bed over me. With one fluid motion, he flips me onto all fours and takes my throat in one hand, lifting me to my knees. With his chest pressed into my back, he fishes his free hand between us, aligning his wide cockhead with my slippery center. It’s just now he’s feeling how drenched I am, and my nipples harden at his more than satisfied sigh.

“Fuck, baby, you’re fucking drenched. You love being Big Daddy’s little whore, don’t you?” he says as he forces his entire length in to the hilt, making me jerk. He applies pressure to the pulse point on my neck as his lips graze the back of my ear. “Hold your breath for Big Daddy and take every inch,” he whispers, making my nipples go rock hard. My entire body flushes and trembles as my airway constricts, my gasps melting into breathless choking. The slap of his body against mine from behind has my head swimming, and when he releases my throat and I’m able to breathe, I nearly fall forward from the rush of it all. He fills one palm with my breast, biting the side of my neck as he picks up his pace, fucking me in deep, hard strokes, fast and filthy.

“You want all of it, don’t you?” he grunts, pinching my nipple so fiercely I squeal. He releases my breast, forcing my face to the side as he brings his mouth to mine. I pucker my lips for a kiss, but he hooks his thumb in my mouth then spits inside, leaving warm, slick saliva on my tongue. “Hold it there so when I come, you’ll have me everywhere. That’s what you want, right? For Big Daddy to be in all of your holes, owning you like the slut you are, isn’t that right?”

My mind spins as my heart rate leaps, causing my body to shake and tremble as he plunges his monster in and out of me. My belly tightens as my orgasm crests, the warmth of his spit in my mouth turning me into his personal slut in ways I never imagined.

“Fill me up, Big Daddy, please, I need you, I need you to breed me so deep,” I beg as his spit moves around my mouth, meaning every slutty word that drips from my lips. I want to know what it feels like to be warm from the inside out, to feel the warmth of his load trickling through my hips, spilling into my panties for me to privately touch later.

“Fuck, Win, goddamn baby, you’re so hot. You’re such a perfect little slut for me, aren’t you?”

His body slaps against mine. His lips tickle my ear. His spit makes my mouth tingle. My eyes roll closed as my orgasm breaks through, sending me over the edge. My cunt clenches all around him, sucking him deeper as he moves his hand to my throat and grips.

“Fuck yes, Win, fucking hell,” he shouts, the room vibrating from the strength of his voice. He thrusts and thrusts as I clench and moan, my pussy pulsing. “Your tight little whore cunt is draining me,” he groans, his grip on my pulse tightening. He holds my throat tight as he slowly thrusts his cum into me, each thrust followed by a hot burst that tears through me, his cock swelling inside me each time he shoots.

I love the way Big Daddy comes, the way he pumps shot after shot into me, like his cum is endless, like breeding me is what he was put on this planet to do.

“You feel all that cum?” he asks, releasing my throat. I fall onto my arms, in doggy position as he says, “And don’t swallow that spit yet. Talk around it. You can do it.”

With my mouth open and my head swimming, cunt still pulsing from the burn of his fat cock buried and flooding me deep, a shiver rolls down my spine as he spits. A thick wad of saliva slides between my cheeks, and Big Daddy uses his large thumb to push it into my asshole. “You ever been fucked here, slut?” he asks, the edge in his tone driving me wild. I nod my head fervently, peering back at him over my shoulder.

“Y-yes,” I breathe. I didn’t like it the time I tried it, not because it didn’t feel good but because it felt too personal for a nobody. But Big Daddy isn’t a nobody. I know this time I’m going to fucking love it.

Big Daddy reaches for the lube on the bed, squirting onto his fingers and straight into my open ass, massaging it in with his thick fingers.

“Hmm,” he groans, stretching my ass as a rush of cum moves inside me, dribbling out of my pussy. He uses the head of his cock to push it back in, the rumbled sigh in his chest making me drunk. “Take a breath,” he commands, and just when my lungs are completely full and I’m ready to exhale, he spits in his hand again, smearing it around my hole. He sinks every last inch in my ass, making me surge forward and squeal, gasping out.

“Ohmygod!!” I moan as Big Daddy’s hand comes around my belly, holding me up, his spit still sliding around my mouth.

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