And the little girl took my hot shaft in her palm and slowly, pulsed up and down, squeezing, massaging the shaft. Oh fuck, it was so dirty and she was right. Between her nectar and my pre-cum, there was no need for K-Y, I was plenty wet already.
“But honey,” I shook her again, looking deep into her eyes. “Anal isn’t for beginners. It’s not like your pussy honey, it’s much smaller and dryer back there. Are you really ready to break that anal cherry on Daddy’s dick? Are you really ready to be Daddy’s butt slut and fuck your butt down on Daddy’s cock right here? Because I’m sitting honey bun, you’re going to have to push yourself onto me.”
And Melly took a deep breath before exhaling, chest puffing out like a brave girl.
“I can do it,” she said, her voice only slightly wobbly. “I want to.”
And I groaned then because this girl was right for me in every way. Our trip to Disneyworld was fucking full of wonder, her mind was so dirty, her body so slutty, exactly my type. And so I leaned back as far as I could, pulling her torso to me, whispering into that pink shell of an ear.
“Then do it honey,” I ground out. “Fuck that huge butt down on Daddy’s cock.”
And she squeezed her eyes shut, reaching behind to guide my pole into her crevice. The head brushed those huge cheeks, the white orbs enormous and fleshy, hot to the touch. But sure enough, her anal cavity drew me like a magnet to a pole, and my tip kissed her dark pucker, brushing lightly against the sensitive pleats, making her gasp.
“There it is,” I ground out. “That’s it baby girl, that’s it, put it in slow.”
Melly shut her eyes even tighter, taking a deep breath, boobs smooshed against my chest. But slowly, oh so slowly, she began grinding her ass down. It wasn’t easy, I’m not gonna say that breaching her anal ring was a piece of cake. Because she’s small, she’s tight, and she’s never done this before. Sure, I’ve probed her back end, maybe slipped a quarter inch of finger into her, but that’s nothing compared to my fat cock. I was gonna have to pry her open, really feed it into her to make this work.
But Melly is a determined little slut, and her ass was hungry. Because after a few seconds of pushing, her anal ring popped. Oh yeah, my tip inched into that hot, dry cavern, the walls of her ass gripping me so tight I almost spurted then. Fuck, I’m an anal man, yeah absolutely, but I never thought I’d be in this position, taking a girl’s ass cherry on a Disney ride.
And Melly started panting then.
“Oh you feel so good,” she moaned into my ear, curvy body laboring, bottom trembling. “You feel so good, Robert.”
I stroked her back, giving her encouraging squeezes, that heavy flesh so delicious and creamy.
“Keep going baby,” I ground out, dick on fire. “Keep pushing down honey, take more of me into that tiny pucker.”
And she mewled then, hips squirming, inhaling deeply before throwing her head back and concentrating. Oh god, my girl was so beautiful, those huge tits dangling, pendulous, lit up by the occasional flash of light, the strobes glancing over her curves, highlighting a nip, the bottoms of her tits, the way her mouth was slightly parted, panting as she took dick up her ass for the first time.
“Unnnnh,” she moaned, thrashing a bit. “Unnnh.”
And just as the music hit a high point, it happened. Her back end slid down my pole another few inches, and oh shit, but her sphincter popped and suddenly I was in all the way, balls deep, my fat cock buried up that dry channel.
“That’s it baby,” I ground out, kissing her neck and breasts, wherever I could reach, tonguing that silky flesh. “That’s it, you did it, you gave up your ass cherry to a man. Now just feel baby girl, feel as Daddy owns your butt.”
And with that, I began to rock. Just a little at first, in time to the music, letting her adjust, letting those tight walls expand a bit, stretch as they were filled for the first time with hot meat. But Melly is a slut and wanted more, faster. She wiggled that fleshy bottom, inching me in tighter, experimentally clamping down with her ass.
“Yes Daddy, yes,” she panted. “Oh yeah, right there.”
I groaned once more, pulling her tight. Because god yeah, I wanted to fuck this anus, I wanted to drill that tiny hole so deep, and the best part was that she was going to let me. The brunette had already impaled herself and my little slut was going to let me pound her back hole. So I reached between our bodies and niggled her clit, sliding a finger over that hard nub, teasing her, her pussy juicing immediately, the fresh cream dripping backwards like a natural lube.
“Mmm,” she cried out, dainty profile lifted to the sky. “Mmmm!”
And with that I began to pound her for real then. At first, there was just some slight bumping up and down in her anal hole, the rasp making my balls clench, high and tight, ready to go. But I needed more, I needed to fuck deep and hard, so I grabbed her fleshy waist between two hands and held that female body tight in place.
“Stay still honey, Daddy’s gonna buttfuck you deep now.”
And with that, I pushed my cock in relentlessly, up and down, up and down, like a drill, my hips jerking rhythmically as my rod reached way up her backside, grazing her GI tract, pounding that anal chamber. Oh fuck, she was so good, I could see her pussy dripping, vaginal hole winking, as I pounded her butt, it was so fucking hot, her clit waving and stiff, boobs bobbling as she was assfucked for the first time.
And right as we reached the North Pole, Eskimo dolls waving, Melly let go. With a huff, a sigh, and then on full-on scream, my best girl orgasmed hard, her cunt and ass clamping simultaneously, pulsing around my pole as she released again and again.
“Unnnh!” she bellowed, huge tits trembling and shaking as her ass squeezed me, spasming as fireworks went off. “Unnnh!”
And my girl and I are attuned, we dance to the beat of the same drum. Because my cock couldn’t take it, the pulsations of her body were too delicious and they called to me like a siren. So with a roar, a lion staking his mate, I too let go. My cock shivered, jerked, and then spurted, blasting lash after lash of hot cum up her anal chamber, each jerk of her ass pulling more of my hot fuck inside, deep within the inner recesses of her body. I groaned, grunting as my hips flexed, pumping more and more jizz into that sweet form, loving the way she looked, welcoming all of me, drinking the virile cum with her ass.
And oh fuck, oh fuck, but the end of the ride was coming. Even as my penis erupted once more, I could see the light of the tunnel as the little boat moved steadily forwards. Oh shit, people were starting to grab their bags, making sure they had all their belongings, and even the music was beginning to die down. But my cum was still pumping, I was still deep in Melly’s ass, and the girl was completely nude sitting on my dick, still moaning with aftershocks, those huge tits jiggling. Shit, shit, we were gonna be caught, ejected from Disneyworld for public nudity, for obscene behavior, assfucking in public.
“Melly,” I ground out, shaking the little girl a bit. I grunted as her butt spasmed, pulling another virile spurt from my balls. Shit, this chick knew how to milk me, how to squeeze every drop out of my cock. But daylight was now only ten feet away, and we were in big trouble.
“Melly,” I rumbled urgently again. “Come on baby, slide off Daddy’s dick, ride’s over.”
And the brunette’s eyes flew open then, still slightly dazed.
“Mmm?” she murmured throatily, before her mouth dropped open, realization dawning. “Oh shit!” she squealed, scrambling. But my little girl is a hustler, because in a flash, the yellow dress was over her head even if she was still seated on my dick.
“Zip me up Daddy, quick, quick,” she panted. And with big fingers, I did as she slipped her feet into her shoes and quickly ran fingers through her curls, setting the tiara on top like nothing was wrong.
And suddenly we exited the dark tunnel and burst out into the light, exit sign winking, an attendant coming over to help us out of the boat. Shit, under the big poofy ballgown I was still balls deep in that ass, her anal walls clenching me
tight. But with a sweet smile like nothing was wrong, Melly stood up, making sure the yellow ballgown covered everything.
“Oh Daddy that was so fun,” she mewled as my dick slipped out. In a flash, my shorts were on again, everything covered and decent. “That was so fun, can we do it again?”
And other than the bright spots of color on her cheeks and the extra sparkle in her eyes, it was like nothing had happened. A Daddy and his princess had just had a great time on the ride, and the pool of sperm on the floor of our boat was the only visible proof, the white stickiness the unmistakable evidence of our desire.
I merely chuckled, opening the gate, satiated yet hungry, always wanting more of Melissa. Because hell, this girl is perfect for me. She’d just given me her anus, breaking her own ass cherry on my thick cock, my cum sliding out of her butthole even as we spoke, forming a delicate trail on a shapely thigh. And yet all she wanted was more. All my true love wanted was more, and holy shit, all that matters is keeping Melly with me forever.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Melly
A month later …
“Hey,” I greeted the girl sitting on the lower bunk. The blonde completely ignored me, continuing to text on the phone, her hair a ratty mess, sweats stained. I only hoped her hygiene was better, seeing that I was gonna be her roomie for the foreseeable future.
But her unkempt state wasn’t surprising because most girls who stay at a hostel aren’t exactly in the best position, so I could understand if she letting it all hang out. I myself wasn’t much better, completely heartbroken, my eyes and nose red, the bounce gone out of my curls. So I tossed my small bag onto the top bunk and climbed into the blankets, burying my head in the thin pillow, willing the hot tears to stop rolling once I had the sheet over my head, blinking with hurt and sadness.
Because yeah, I’ve left Valley Pine. I’d been living the good life, so happy, so content, so satisfied, that I almost forgot what I was there for. It was like I existed in a cocoon of love, my days with Mr. Lancaster filled with fun and games, our nights sensual and steamy, both of us orgasming constantly, wrapped around one another, the big man filling me with his cum again and again.
But that’s the thing. It was just physical. There was no love, no real emotion. My mind had been playing tricks, I was living in a dream, and an unexpected visit Angela, Mr. Lancaster’s right hand, drove home just how detached from reality I was.
She’d appeared silently one day while I was cooking in the kitchen. Robert was away at a meeting in the city, leaving me home alone for a couple hours. So I’d taken the opportunity to be Melissa, the adult me, and was merrily stirring some tomato sauce in a pan, watching it simmer as I envisioned a juicy lasagna. But then Angela showed up silently at the doorway like a ninja, scaring me half to death.
“Hello Melissa,” she said pleasantly, unperturbed. As usual, the woman was dressed impeccably in a gray suit with her hair wrapped in a tight bun.
And I was surprised to see her, for sure. On the one hand, of course I knew that she was here somewhere, working behind the scenes. Angela is Robert’s right hand man, his personal aide-de-camp and has been with him for years. But still, I’d had such an amazing time at Valley Pine that I’d almost forgotten her presence. It’d simply slipped my mind, little girls don’t worry their pretty heads about things like business. So I was surprised to see the brunette standing there, intruding on my dream.
“Hi Angela,” I stuttered, wiping my hands on the apron. Of course, I had a little girl dress on underneath just in case Rob got home early, but Angela didn’t blink an eye. She knew how her boss rolled.
“Things have been going well I trust?” she asked formally, seating herself at the kitchen island.
“Yes, I think so,” I replied, taking off the apron. My plaid jumper underneath was cute, and I loved wearing it. But right, this was a time to be grown-up. So I mustered as much poise as I could manage and said politely, “Can I do something for you?”
Angela nodded, opening her portfolio.
“In fact there is,” she said, voice smooth. “You have a week left at Valley Pine, and there are several formalities to be taken care of. We have your direct deposit numbers, your bank account,” she said, murmuring, shuffling through some papers. “But here, we need you to sign these,” she said, taking out another sheaf.
I sighed. Oh god. More fine print.
“Angela,” I said firmly. “Would you kindly tell me what this is for? What are these papers?” I asked gesturing to the spread before me. Secretly, I was hoping that Mr. Lancaster wanted to extend my stay, that he was going to ask me to live with him longer, maybe even forever.
But the brunette smiled politely, all business.
“They’re exit papers,” she said. “We have all the girls who stay sign non-disclosures, Mr. Lancaster values his privacy very much.”
And I gaped then because the world had just cracked open. Oh god, this was the opposite of what I wanted, the opposite of what I’d been hoping for. My vision grew blurry for a moment, knees weakening before I caught myself.
“Exit papers?” I croaked. “Non-disclosure agreement?”
“Yes, like I said, it’s standard,” replied Angela without batting an eye. “Mr. Lancaster values his privacy and is prepared to offer you a bonus for your silence. Fifteen thousand on top of the fifteen thousand that you’ve earned. That’s thirty thousand total.”
And there was complete silence in the kitchen then. Because yes, that was a huge sum of cash for three months work, but even worse was the mercenary aspect of this transaction, like it was all about money. But I shook myself then, the error of my ways becoming obvious. Because this was just a transaction and had never been anything else to Robert. I wasn’t special to him, there was no “love,” no “feelings,” no emotional connection. This was just three months with a female body that he’d paid for, and now those three months were up. In fact, suddenly I realized why he’d disappeared for the day. Maybe he had a business meeting, but maybe not. The real reason was because he’d sent his minion to get me packed off, to make sure all the loose ends were tied before I was left for good.
And my heart crumpled then. I shouldn’t have expected more. I shouldn’t have expected the alpha male to declare his love for me, to be my Prince Charming, to be my savior. Because he wasn’t, and that had never been part of the bargain. The alpha male had paid to use my body, to provide food, shelter and money in exchange for a sexually willing female, and now that bargain was done. He was done with me, and the only thing left was to leave.
So with a numb hand, expressionless, I took the pen from Angela and signed on the dotted line.
“Thank you,” she said briskly, plucking the instrument from my hand once I was done and snapping her briefcase shut. “Thank you Melissa, it’s been a pleasure working with you. In, oh, six days to be exact,” she said, glancing at her phone quickly, “I’ll have a car waiting for you out front, ready to drive you wherever you’d like to go. In the meantime, please enjoy,” she said with a nod, making her way out of the kitchen.
And suddenly, I felt like an intruder at Valley Pine, like this beautiful manor was once more just a strange place. My world tilted, vision literally growing blurry with tears, heart crumpling. What did I expect? I really had been living in a dream world, and the thud back to reality was a jarring jolt to the system. But suddenly, there was one more thing I had to know.
“Angela,” I called to her departing back. “Angela!” I almost shrieked.
The woman turned on her heel, shooting me a somewhat annoyed look. I’m sure she had better things to do than to cater to emotionally unstable females.
“Is there another girl?” I stammered. “I mean, does Mr. Lancaster have a new girl lined up?”
And Angela didn’t even pause. With a brisk nod of her head, she confirmed my worst fears.
“Yes, the new girl arrives the same day that you leave,” she said. “So please be sure to be ready to go, Michelle needs your room.”
And my heart broke then, literally cracked in two, chest pains making me gasp for air, painfully leaning over the counter. But thankfully, Angela had already walked away, her heels clacking on the marble floor like nothing was wrong. Because it was over. My time was up. My replacement was ready and waiting, eager to do her job, and I was nothing but yesterday’s news now. Although my heart shattered once more, chest pains making it hard to breathe, there was no way to hide from the stark truth that Mr. Lancaster didn’t love me. He didn’t care about me, and wanted me gone from Valley Pine, out of his house and out of his life.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Robert
The girl was smart, I have to give her that. She fucking disappeared like a thief into the night, right after I fucked her in the ass of all things. It was weird. I could tell that something was off when I got back to Valley Pine, Melly wasn’t the same happy little girl I’d left. But I didn’t worry about it, a solid meal and some even more solid assfucking would have her moaning in my arms, little body shaking, everything a-okay once more.
So yeah, I drilled her hard, and it was unbelievable how responsive Melly was, even more so than usual.
“Ohhh!” she squealed, butt humping my dick. “Oh fuuuuuck!”
I grunted, pushing my fat cock deeper, prying her ass open.
“Baby like?” I grunted between heaves. “Baby like?”
And the brunette did the dirtiest thing then. Bracing her shoulders on the bed, the little girl reached in back of herself with both hands and pulled her butt cheeks apart so that I could get in deeper, so that my cock could penetrate that anus even more thoroughly.
And oh yeah, I did the honors. My thick length drilled her again and again, owning that sweet body, pounding her anal canal until it was sore, my baby was going to have trouble walking the next day. And holy shit but I erupted then. It was like Mount Vesuvius come to life, the hot white bubbly leaking from her ass, so virile, so potent. But instead of gasping and panting, getting her breath back, instead the brunette wriggled out from under me after we were done and pranced to the door, cum still dripping from her asshole, a long white rivulet running down a creamy thigh.
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