I’d spent most of the night just hanging out alone at the bar. Something about me must reek, as I’ve had eyes running all over me all night, but no one seems to wanna talk to me or even share a wink.
It must be the outfit.
Black fishnets from head to toe with the midriff and bottom in a cute black and white bunny suit – complete even with a little bunny tail. I chickened out from wearing the heels that came with it and opted for black Keds instead.
Chicken bunny. I should be serving the drinks here not sitting around waiting for…
Oh god was it him? Did no one want to talk to me because they knew I was his.. his.. his whatever? Was he some kind of criminal boss thug type? Was I somehow off limits and didn’t even know it?
There was a tap on my shoulder and a low voice “You’re needed now”.
I’m what now?
I turn and see a man looking back and gesturing to me to follow him. He doesn’t seem to wait for my reaction but starts to walk away and towards a door marked ‘Staff’.
I slide off my stool and follow him quickly. He moves fast and I keep up the best I can, through the door and past the kitchen and through another door and up a narrow stairway and through a long dark corridor with red neon lights and finally up to a solid looking black door with a single word on it : Office.
Daddy is waiting inside and he groans quietly and smiles. I hear the door close as my guide disappears behind me – leaving us alone.
“You look cute in that, money well spent” His eyes run over me in the dimly lit room. “I like sweethearts like you, helps me relax.”
He’s on the couch that’s on the left wall of the room – wearing just a robe. I can make out a large messy desk in the center with suspicious white packages strewn all over it.
I nod as I look back at the big man “I like men like you. Although they do… scare me a little..’ taking a few steps closer to my criminal boss thug type Daddy.
His hand runs lower to his groin, rubbing at the enormous shape between his thighs – the shape I can just about make out.
“That’s normal to feel a little scared boy.”
I bite my lower lip as I step really close now, feeling the strength emanating from his tall frame. ‘Normal? to feel this way?’ I whisper, eyes staring down at him. He sits there like he owns everything in here – which honestly I think he does.
Especially the shaky chicken bunny.
He watches me standing right in front of him and then he slowly opens his robe, revealing his massive, thick, veiny dick, which springs up a bit, swollen and hard as he groans quietly at the sight of me and the outfit he paid for.
My chest lifts and falls, gasping in surprise as he undresses, ankara travesti showing off the thick proud and erect shaft. My eyes drop and I stare at it, then away.. then back to it..
‘Oh god.’ I whisper, barely audible despite the silence around us.
He spreads his thighs a little wider, proudly displaying his bulging, massive cock. Breathing deeply and feeling his cock flexing and throbbing, precum already starting to slowly ooze from the tip.
“Look at it.” He commands.
I lift my head and stare at his face for a moment, then nod ‘y..yes.’ I whisper and then look down – eyes wide as I take in the proud masculine sight, the cock flexing softly, making me whimper.
My hands tug my top upwards and over my head, stripping off the tight garment and its delicate clingy fabric, overcome by an urge to undress for his cock – showing him my pale upper body and slender slightly trembling arms.
He rests his thick, strong arms on the backrest of the couch and then moans heavily, the throbbing length is all veiny and swollen and he shudders with pleasure at the sight of my body, his fat dick twitching with pleasure.
“Good boy. Good sissy.”
His cock reacts to my actions, my nipples are two little tight peach colored nubs, chest flushed with excitement as two big male eyes run over me, caressing my pale skin. I lean over and push down the little shorts with its attached tail, baring the little pale pink undies underneath. Soft cotton hides my stiff little secret as the shorts fall around my ankles.
He breathes heavily, broad muscles flexing, the robe all splayed open, pecs flexing, erect monster aching and pulsating with pleasure – clearly he’s enjoying what he’s seeing.
Fuck! He looks good too though.
My eyes run over the lazy power of his large arms, flexing slowly, the sight of them churning hotly in my tummy – making my insides flip flop as my eyes caress his chest and groin, staring with wide eyes at the swollen head of his shaft.
Finally my thumbs slide back to my undies and slip under the pink nylon, before saying shyly ‘It’s kind of small – not as big as you.’
“It’s alright, take off your underwear. For sissies – size does matter, I think. The smaller.. the better.” He smirks a little at me.
I can’t stop the gasp of shock. Was this the first time he’s called me that?
The words seem to hit me in my tummy as I lean over for a moment – shaking, feeling a little damp spot form on the front of my undies. Then with a small sob I push it off my hips, bending, dragging it down my legs and stepping delicately out of it.
I straighten – the secret unmasked my fat little cock pushing out – the tip slick ankara travestileri with precum.
He grins at the sight – both of his hands reach forward and palms my soft ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading on them gently. “Mmm, adorable. I love it.” His cock seems to ‘really’ love it as it drools for me and hardens further.
I whimper as he reaches for me and pulls – making me stumble forward between his spread open thighs, so I’m standing over his monster cock, precum dripping down onto his thigh.
‘She loves it too.’ I whisper back before I can stop myself.
“I want you to get into my lap – into your daddy’s lap – straddle me.” His cock jumps and flexes, as he groans quietly – pulling me closer and then giving my bottom a smack.
I’m twisting and squirming as he slaps my pale flesh, letting out a shrill little gasp as my knees press together, wobbling as I stand there and then nod slowly. My hands go to his shoulders, gripping the thick muscles as I lift my knees and one by one and place them on the couch on either side of him.
I sink further into the couch as he helps me into his lap. Thick hands gliding along smooth, cute buns and he groans deeply with pleasure, the hard cock sticking straight up behind me.
His muscles feel tight and tense, and for the first time that night I’m able to see his face clearly in the dim light. He looks stressed with dark circles under his eyes. He has the face of a man who desperately needs a distraction.
Poor baby – I hear a voice in my head say, followed by a ‘huh?’
I look down at the muscled daddy under me, my delicate little fingers spread out over his chest loving the feeling of warmth and hardness as I trace my hands slowly over him. Up the chest and across big broad shoulders, enjoying the sense of weakness I feel as I lie on top of all this power. My little stubby cockette oozes onto his belly.
‘Daddy you’re all tense. Do you need to let go?’
He raises his hand to his face, spitting messily onto his fingers a few times and then nods softly at me as he slides his hand back behind us, rubbing the wet fingers and all that saliva between my soft ass cheeks, rubbing that tight little opening as he breathes heavily.
“Yes, very badly.”
He growls deeply as his muscles flex, rubbing the warm sticky saliva soaked cock into the tight ring he’s about to abuse.
‘Please dont break me..’ I whisper, my voice soft and pleading and feeling actually nervous at the look in his eyes.
He groans heavily at my words and using his hips he drives forward slowly, stuffing deep inside me, getting most of his length inside me in one thrust, but not quite all of it. He lets our bodies travesti ankara (mostly mine) adjust for a few moments before he starts slowly fucking me, more grinding at first, but then he moans and bucks his hips with sharp little thrusts, fucking that pretty little ass.
He thrusts again making me see stars as my silken folds stretch wide. My arms shake as I hold myself over him, fingernails digging into the muscled chest, tilting my head backwards and starting to let out little feminine sobs – getting higher pitched and more helpless after each. Mixing and making music with his own deep growls as he slowly but surely sinks deeper into me.
“Mmnn, that’s it, baby.” He whispers fingers gripping my hips and lifting me easily…making me rise off of him and then slam back down, each pull makes his huge shaft push deeper and deeper, taking more of me until my eyes just roll back in my head, reacting with more wails and trembles and then finally – squirts of precum.
‘Daddy… you’re making me..’ I whisper, shocked – looking down at my fat little cockette, watching it give up squirts of clear precum that start to go milky white – sobbing in pleasure as he hits my prostate forcing the cum out me from the inside.
Suddenly he squeezes my ass cheeks tightly in his thick hands, making me feel pain with the force of it. His orgasm rushes up to meet me, gushing into my ass, unable to hold back, unable to resist that feeling of hot tightness grasping his cock.
I shudder, brown eyes shutting closing as he pummels me with his cock, squirting his seed, filling my belly with his warm sticky love. I ride the swollen shaft through my own orgasm, which seems to go on forever. The tight pink ring clenches smoothly on his cock, wanting to squeeze out all of his juices.
He’s calming now and sighing, leaning back into his seat relaxing and stroking my pretty but now well abused ass. “Mmmm baby. That’s what I needed.”
I lean over, my body still shaking with pleasure, pressing my soft tummy and chest to him offering warm soft kisses on his cheek. ‘I missed you daddy.’
His features seem to soften at my kisses and a small smile breaks on his face.
“I’m glad you did. You are special to me.” His fingers start to slide into my hair, stroking slowly as he watches me, watching him.
A quiet moment passes between us. Our breathing slows along with our heartbeats. I realise I feel warm and safe lying here on him, wishing I could simply close my eyes and fall asleep.
I do just that, laying my face in the space between his shoulder and neck – or at least I start to, before I hear the slow rumbling of his voice in his chest.
“I want you to stop coming to the club.” He pauses and I can hear him thinking.
“Wait for me to call for you.”
I tilt my head back, eyes questioning. His fingers are soft as they guide me back into the warm spot against his neck, reassuring and gentle.
“For now, sleep my little slut.”