Page 27 of Submitting to Them
“Do it.”I help her set up a VideYou account, and I suggest some good keywords and metadata to include, so that the video can be found by the right audience.She follows my suggestions and clicks the button that saysupload.We watch while the little green line extends, showing the upload is in progress.Finally, the line disappears and is replaced by a checkmark off to the side.
“There,” she says.“It’s posted.”
“Can I share it on my social media?”I ask.
Giving me an uncertain look, she shakes her head.“Not yet.I kind of want to see what will happen…without your help.”
I kiss her cheek.“I understand.Tell me if that changes.I’m so fucking proud of you, I want to share it with the world, as soon as you’re ready.”
“Thank you.”She kisses me back.
I gently pry her phone away and set it on the coffee table, then turn her around so she’s straddling me.“I’m proud of you, truly,” I say, cupping her ass and squeezing.“You took a huge leap just now.”
“I feel kind of sick and shaky,” she says with a laugh.“Nauseous after posting that video.Is that normal?”
“Yeah.Stage fright.You can still get it even when you’re not on stage.”
“That’s exactly what it feels like,” she says, her brown eyes searching mine.“How do you get past it?”
“Well, distractions help,” I say, traveling my hands from her ass to the front of her jeans.
Her eyes widen.“Oh, really.Distractions, huh?”
“Yeah.”I unbutton her jeans, grin at her harsh intake of breath.“Distractions.”
When I shove my hand into her panties, her eyes practically roll back into her head.She arches her back, lifting up to give me better access to her pussy.I pull my hand out of her pants and lift her off my lap.Her whine of protest is so fucking cute.
My dick’s swollen and hard against my fly as I spin Ella around so her back is to me.I yank her jeans and panties down, admiring her luscious ass.Next, I lift off her shirt and unhook her bra.Afternoon sunlight streams into the room through cheap blinds, streaking her skin in light and heat.
She’s so beautiful, it makes my heart clench tighter in my chest, squeezing my lungs.I give her shoulder an affectionate bite.
“Kneel on the sofa, princess.Hands on the armrest, ass in the air.I’m going to take you from behind and stretch this tight little hole while I’m at it.”
“Daddy.”A bright pink blush blossoms on her cheeks.“That sounds so dirty.”
“That’s because it is,” I say, dropping a kiss on her shoulder.“And you fucking like it.Now turn the fuck around and get ready for my cock, baby.”
She arranges herself on the sofa like I asked, her hands and head down, ass up.I smooth a hand over her ass cheeks, then give her a quick swat.She yelps in surprise.
“What was that for?”she asks.
“Felt like it.”I unfasten my jeans and slide them and my boxers down my thighs.My cock bounces free, hard and ready for Ella.I take off my t-shirt and toss it to the side.Then I swat Ella’s ass again, just for the pleasure of hearing her yelp a second time.
I kneel on the couch behind her and drag my cock through her folds, coating it in her juices.
“Daddy, please,” she gasps.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Since you ask so sweetly.”I slide into her while she squirms, panting.I pull out slowly, drawing out the friction, hissing at how tightly she squeezes me.Replacing my cock with my fingers, I gather as much of her arousal as I can, then smear it over her anus.
She makes a sound of dismay, but it quickly transforms into another wail of pleasure as I thrust my cock into her pussy again.This time, I breach her asshole with my fingers, stretching her there.Soon, King and I will be fucking her together, one in her ass, one in her pussy, and the sooner we get her ready for us, the better.
“You’re such a sweet girl, taking me like this,” I tell her.
Her strangled sounds of pleasure make me harder.My balls are heavy and hard, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to shoot my load before Ella comes.I slow my thrusts, trying to calm down, and reach around her with my free hand to fondle her tits.She moans in approval.
