Page 4 of Daddy's Tiny Little Dancer

His hands squeeze my breasts until they hurt, but the pain only serves to heighten the pleasure.

I’m going to cum.

I’m going to cum hard.

I’m going to cum harder than I ever have in my life.

I am surprisingly calm when I think this. It’s so incredible what he does to me that aside from the pleasure that rockets through my body like a series of lightning bolts, I consider it almost academically. It’s fascinating that he can be so much better than all of my previous experiences. Not that I’ve had a lot of experience but oh my God, it’s just so good it’s just so incredible how does he do that oh my God.

“Oh myGod!”

I scream so loudly that I’m afraid the neighbors will hear me. Then I’m not afraid of anything because my entire being is wrapped up in experiencing the deep pulsing waves of pleasure that extend from my clit down to my toes and up to the crown of my head.

I cum so hard I don’t realize he’s not eating my pussy anymore until his cock enters me and I realize two things: first, I can fit him inside me after all, and second, my first orgasm was just a preview.

This time, however, I find my voice as I ramp up to my second orgasm. “Oh God, Daddy. Oh yes. Oh, Daddy, keep fucking me like that. Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh myGod!”

Then that orgasm hits and my body explodes. If the first orgasm felt like deep pulses of pleasure, this feels like a series of bombs exploding inside me. I am dimly aware that I’m screaming and that my body is shaking, but I experience these things as though I’m outside myself. All I feel is a rolling ocean of pleasure, broken up by those explosive shocks.

“God, Daddy!” I scream when my conscience comes back to Earth. “Oh, you’re so good. Yes, baby, keep fucking me like that!”

I’ve never been this vocal during sex before. Granted, I’ve only had sex with one other guy and only half a dozen times but needless to say, Daddy ismuchbetter than my old dancing partner at school.

I realize I don’t know his name. That realization comes just as he cries out and begins pulsing deep inside me. I grind my hips crazily under him and squeeze my pussy as hard as I can, which isn’t much harder than the orgasm already has me. I decide the name can wait.

When he finally collapses over me, I say, “Oh, yes, Daddy.”

I look forward to a long cuddle as we come down but the doorbell rings just then.

“Goddammit,” he says. “It’s the pizza.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Hunter

I set the pizza on the coffee table, and she smiles at me a little nervously. She’s wearing a long tee shirt now. I’m pretty sure she’s not wearing anything underneath. “Be right back,” I say. I head to the room I picked, clean up a little, and pull a tee shirt on. When I return, she has a soda on the coffee table and a plate for me.

“You’re going to help me eat this, right?” I ask.

“I didn’t want to assume anything,” she says. Then, the two of us burst out laughing at the entire absurdity of the situation. She tries to talk but is too far gone. I try to talk as well. No luck there. Finally, after a minute or two, she manages to say, “I’m Cady!” she has to work so hard to get it out, it comes out almost like a shout.

I manage to say, “I’m Hunter. It’s nice to meet…” Both of us erupt into laughter again. Finally, I get up and head to the kitchen. I rummage through the cabinets and find another plate. I grab some napkins from a holder on the counter and find another soda in the refrigerator.

When I set everything down, she says, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I say.

Now that the laughter is out of the way, everything is awkward and subdued. We each take a few slices of pizza and eat silently for a minute. Finally, I say, “Hey Cady?”

“Yes?”

“We fucked.” She looks at me in shock and I add, “I mean, do we really want to just sit here and pretend it didn’t happen?”

She smiles a little bashfully and says, “I never did anything like that before.”

“Me either.”

“God, this is embarrassing. I called you Daddy. I don’t even know if you are one.”

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