“Naw honey, there’s a catch-all clause in the contract, paragraph 345. It’s the last one in the papers, right above where you sign.”
I shook my head. He knew I hadn’t read that thing, not one word, so it didn’t matter if it was the first or last paragraph, not a single sentence stuck in my mind.
“What does ‘catch-all’ mean?” I said slowly, cautiously. “I mean, if you can do whatever, then I’m not sure why you even need my agreement.”
And the big man laughed uproariously at that, throwing that dark head back, showing that perfect white smile.
“Actually honey, catch-alls are pretty common in legal documents. It depends on how it’s worded, but our catch-all just says that if you do a good job while you’re with me, I can reward you as I see fit, above and beyond the contractually agreed upon payment.”
“Reward?” I scrunched my nose. The fifteen thousand I was getting was already so far beyond my wildest imagination that I couldn’t imagine there was even more on top of that, like chocolate syrup poured on caramel syrup, poured on top of strawberry cream. But Mr. Lancaster grinned lazily again.
“Sure baby, for excellent work, I can make my baby feel good, it’s no big deal. And wouldn’t a trip to Disneyworld make you feel good? Wouldn’t that be a feast for the senses, going to Florida where it’s bright and warm?”
My cheeks flushed a bit. Holy shit, the Magic Kingdom? I know it sounds lame, but for a girl from a shelter, it was one of my long cherished dreams. Just to see the fireworks, to watch the parade, to see Cinderella as she rolled by in her pumpkin coach. It was totally worth it.
So I nodded, trying not to show my eagerness.
“Yes, I’d like that Daddy,” I said slowly, eyes wide. “I’d really like that. What do I have to do for us to go to Disneyworld?”
“Well first thing,” Mr. Lancaster replied. “Is finishing that omelet so you’re full and healthy. Does Daddy’s cum taste good honey? Does it taste good today?”
And I slowly took another bite, chewing slowly. The fact is that I love the tang of Robert’s semen, and I’ve had so much of it that I can tell if he’s been eating well, I can tell if he’s been working out.
“Yes Daddy,” I said after swallowing. “You taste really sweet today, have you been eating more strawberries lately?”
And the big man threw another lazy grin my way.
“I did, baby, last night I had a bowl of strawberries after you fell asleep. Fuck honey, your sense of taste is exquisite, and it’s amazing that you’re so attuned to my jizz. For that alone baby girl, we’re going to Disneyworld.”
I giggled then, cheeks flushing, trying to contain my excitement. It astonished me how we slipped into Daddy/little girl play so easily. One moment we were talking about contracts and he was tutoring me on legal terms, and the next we were planning a trip to Disneyworld and talking about the taste of his semen. But that’s how it is with Robert and me. We can switch between the two so easily, so seamlessly, that it’s like we’re made for one another. So I went with it, shooting him a breathless smile.
“Thank you Daddy,” I mewled, batting my lashes at him. “I can’t wait to go to Orlando.”
And he merely pulled me into his lap, breathing into my hair.
“Mmm, baby, you’re gonna love the Happiest Place on Earth, it’s where little girls’ dreams come true.” I melted then into his arms, dazed, euphoric, ready to do whatever he asked, looking forward to our trip together, it was like my real life was on hiatus for three months while another girl walked in my shoes.
And now as we set foot in the Magic Kingdom, I could tell that the hype hadn’t been wrong. This truly was the happiest place on earth, a gleaming yellow brick walkway leading up to the castle with the blue roof, life size characters dancing all around, posing to take pictures with kids. Of course, I was the only adult in a princess outfit, Belle’s dress from Beauty and the Beast to be exact, but no one batted an eye. I fit in because there were people in costumes around, Disney paid its employees to be Goofy, Daffy, assorted Stormtroopers, even Ariel with a shiny fish tail, flipping her long red wig over one shoulder.
So I let out a skip of joy, clasping my arms around myself excitedly.
“Daddy,” I breathed, my face open, a smile wreathing my lips. “It’s amazing! Look over there! There’s Elsa! Look over there! There’s Dory from Finding Dory!”
And Robert nodded, that big form casually dressed in a tight blue t-shirt and cargo shorts. Damn, Daddy looked good, the shirt hugged his biceps, molding his hard chest, ripped with muscle.
“That’s right, honey, now let’s go get something to eat. Daddy’s hungry and so are you.”
I laughed.
“But Daddy, we just got here, it’s nine a.m., the park just opened and we had breakfast twenty minutes ago!”
The big man grinned at me.
“Yeah, but have you ever had the jumbo turkey leg here? It’s as big as your head, should be in the Guinness Book of World Records,” he teased, circling a strong arm around my waist, shivers going through my form. “Now come on, honey, you know Daddy likes to make sure that his girl is always well-fed.”
Because it was true. Robert always wants me to eat, he likes his women hefty and full, and has told me more than once that I’d look better even heavier. So yeah, at nine a.m., despite having just had a three-course breakfast, we were going off in search of a jumbo turkey leg, whatever that was.
And when Daddy brought two back from the concession stand, I was astounded. The turkey leg really was ginormous, all crackly brown skin on the outside, with a circumference the size of a soccer ball.
“No Daddy,” I said, shaking my head, eyes wide. “I can’t, it’s too much food.”
But Robert just grinned once more.
“Honey, how about if I put some special sauce on it?” he murmured quietly, for my ears only. “There’s no one at the food court right now, the park just opened.”
I looked around, gasping. That was true, we were alone for the moment, dozens of empty tables and chairs around us, the concession stands about fifty feet away. But still, we were in public.
“Daddy, no,” I whispered. “It’s so wrong. Kids might see you.”
But he merely grinned.
“There are no kids now,” he growled, “They just opened this place up, the kids are still taking pictures with Goofy. Now come on honey, let’s do this,” he ground out. “I want you to drink my cum.”
And I gasped at his dirty words. Holy shit, we were in an amusement park and Daddy wanted me to suck him? He wanted me to taste that creamy white, right here, dressed in my princess dress, opening my mouth for the good stuff in broad daylight?
But Robert wasn’t taking no for an answer. Turning about forty-five degrees so that he faced the bushes behind our bench, he popped his dick out, letting that huge member out in public. Oh my god, how could anyone miss it? It was ten inches fully aroused, hot, pulsing, throbbing. Even if people couldn’t actually see it, still, I could feel the vibrations from his fuckpole, my pussy quivering wetly at its proximity. Oh my god, this was so wrong and dirty.
“Daddy,” I panted, mouth already watering. “Are you sure we should be doing this? What if we get caught?” Of course, my lips were already opening, I was so hungry to taste his good stuff, always a receptacle for his baby batter.
And the big man nodded, fisting the shaft lightly, pulling my head around so that I was on my knees before him, lips kissing the tip.
“We won’t be caught baby,” he ground out. “Now suck.”
And with a sigh, a flutter of my eyes, I obeyed, giving it up. Yes, right there in the Magic Kingdom, in the food court with birds chirping overhead, voices sounding in the distance, the strains of It’s a Small World playing in the background, I gave Mr. Lancaster head. I went at it like a crazed girl, so hungry, so slutty, legs open, nips hard and wild, desperate to have him. And the truth is I loved every moment of it. As I licked and sucked him, I popped a boob out of my dé
colletage, letting the huge tit bounce free in the breezy air.
“Mmmph,” I moaned, taking a long, loving lick of his dick, tracing my tongue against the vein that pulsed hotly along the bottom of that fuckpole. “Mmmm.”
“That’s it,” the big man ground out harshly, blue eyes never leaving my questing mouth. “Put it all in,” he commanded. “Swallow it all honey, like a tasty popsicle.”
And I smiled slightly then, my lips gripping that hard shaft like a vacuum. Because yes, this was something I’d learned at Mr. Lancaster’s knee, something I’d perfected and was now a pro at. So opening my jaw wide, slowly I began stuffing that huge shaft into my mouth. One inch, then two, then three, and oh god, it was so long, so huge, I almost gagged when it hit the back of my throat.
But keeping my eyes closed, focusing all my concentration on the stiff dick before me, I took a deep breath through my nose and literally inhaled the rest of that cock, the heavy pole tunneling down my esophagus, the penetration so deep that I thought it might touch my cunt from the inside.
“Mmm!” I squealed then, eyes flying open. “Mmm!”
And Mr. Lancaster looked down on me with eyes filled with love, lust and sheer wonder.
“That’s it baby girl,” he ground out, stroking my brunette curls as I gulped heavily, the shape of his cock visible in my throat. “That’s it, let that slutty mouth eat like you have no gag reflex.”
And I began fucking his cock with my throat then, letting him run it in and out, each deep slide so arousing, so hard and penetrative. I loved it, every second of it, toying with my tits, forgetting that we were outside in public. I loved Robert Lancaster, I’d do anything for him, and the promise of his sperm was too much, the ultimate prize. I had to have it.
So I began going faster up and down that pole, slipping and sliding, making arousing little “mmph” noises, intent on driving Robert to heaven. The big man panted heavily, big hands on my head, guiding the movement, groaning loudly as his pelvis rocked back and forth, eyes alive as they watched my dirty dance.
“That’s it baby,” he grunted, blue eyes blazing. “You’re Daddy’s cum slut, you live to drink Daddy’s jism.”
And with a tense jerk of his hips, a sudden “unnnh,” he threw his head back, neck tight, eyes clenched shut, as the concert began. Hot seed flowered in my mouth, dazzling rushes of sperm gushing in great blasts, that salty, sweet tang unmistakable. I gulped like a madman, not wanting to waste a drop, the stuff of life was my personal addiction.
But Robert hadn’t forgotten the turkey leg. After a few more spurts, he whipped his dick out of my mouth and blasted all over the turkey on the table, coating the fat hock with white sprays of cum, each lash so nutritious, so bubbly and white that I couldn’t wait. Even though Daddy wasn’t done, I picked the leg up and began devouring it hungrily, white ooze accenting my every bite, my mouth filled with the delicious taste of turkey mixed with man juice.
“Umm,” I moaned, chewing, loving it. “Ummm.”
And I know it sounds gross, but it was actually really good, the best of the best. And you know why? Because I am Robert’s cum slut. I’d do anything for him, even if it meant fucking him in public, at a children’s theme park, wearing a yellow ballgown and a tiara on my head as I devoured a turkey leg covered in his semen. That’s how crazy I’ve become, beyond the point of no return. Because I love every second my life with him, every minute is filled with a magical quality that can’t be feigned. I’ve called my employer crazy, I’ve labeled him a maniac, a control freak, but the truth is I’m with my lover every inch of the way … and there’s no turning back now.
CHAPTER TEN
Robert
Oh shit, the trip to Disneyworld with Melly went beyond my wildest dreams. Because of course I planned on fucking her at the amusement park. She looked absolutely delectable in that get up, the yellow ballgown with no panties underneath, her sweet puss bare and nubile under layers of silk. That’s right, despite the fact that we were going on rides with a real possibility of tilting head over heels, she’d refused to put her panties back on.
“Honey,” I murmured as we finished a hot session on the plane, my girl creamy and wet. “You sure? Is it because you don’t have a fresh pair?”
Because of course I’d banged Melly deep on the G5, what else are private planes for? And after all the mewling and panting, the brunette’s panties were now drenched in pussy ooze, the smell of sensuous sex and warm cunt heavy in the cabin. But even if she didn’t have a fresh pair, I could clean them for her.
“How about if Daddy sucks them?” I asked, picking up her soiled panties for a sniff and running my tongue along the crotch. “How about if Daddy sucks them clean? Would you wear them then?” Oh fuck, her personal juice tasted good, and I semi-regretted the offer. I wanted to save this pair, add it to my stash of little girl underthings, all of them frilly, white and virginal, except for the fact that they were covered with female nectar inside.
But Melly shook her head.
“No Daddy,” she breathed, eyes ablaze as she watched me continue to lick, nips growing hard watching the dirtiness. “No panties for me today, I want to be bare when we go on rides,” she said with the sweetest, most innocent smile.
And I groaned then, literally spurting a bit into my shorts despite the fact that we’d just gone at it like crazy for the entire two hour flight. Because shit, oh yeah, that’s what I had in mind too. Melly and I are a matched pair, two dirty as fuck adults with minds in the gutter and the desire to get it on in all the wrong places. Because yeah, I was gonna fuck my little girl at the Happiest Place on Earth, over and over again, making Disney our personal happy place, christening each ride with cum and juice.
And fuck, but the brunette’s a dirty cumslut because sure enough, at 9 a.m., I got the biggest and best blowjob next to the concession stands, erupting into her mouth before spraying my jizz onto the most obscene-looking turkey leg, that thing the size of a truck. And Melly, dirty slut that she is, smiled at me the entire time she ate my dick. She’d take a bite of that turkey, a huge mouthful of the succulent meat, and then daintily wipe her lips before turning back to my cockpole, rotating between the two, a trail of my ooze sliding down her chin.
“Tastes good, Daddy,” she cooed. “You taste so good.”
And oh fuck, but it was like that the entire trip. We fucked on so many rides, anything that had even semi-privacy. She rode my dick for all of Space Mountain, and let me tell you, when we were flew down the hills screaming with our hands in the air, it was only my dick lodged in her puss keeping her in her seat, my joystick embedded in her cunt.
And despite the fact that we were loud, people didn’t notice because Disneyworld is a feast for the senses, the music and screams drowning out Melly’s ecstatic cries and my roaring grunts. We went at it full volume, slurping, sucking, licking, my girl shrieking with ecstasy, and yet all of it was unheard beneath the thrilled screams of other riders, the music constantly blaring, the haunted house laughs and chuckles. And oh fuck, but the It’s all Small World ride was the best because my baby gave me her anal cherry then. That’s right, with the tinny strains of the theme song ringing in my ears, the dolls dancing back and forth, my little girl smooshed her ass on my dick for her first anal.
“Honey, slow down,” I growled deep. My shorts were puddled around my feet, the little vixen had practically taken off her entire dress by now, that nude form shadowed in the dark, creamy, sensuous, big boobs bouncing.
But Melly couldn’t be stopped.
“No Daddy, here,” she commanded, breathing into my mouth, her little hand wrapped around my dick. And fuck, but what could I do? I’m a goner around this girl, I have no self-control, a puppy at her feet. So groaning, I threw my head back, body tense, ready to ream. Because fuck, I’d already fucked her four times today and yet number five was promising to be the best.
And the brunette surprised me. Instead of seating that pussy onto my waiting cock, letting it slide down my fuckpole
with a sensuous scream, she shifted closer in my lap, pushing so that she was flat-up against my chest, not an inch separating us.
“Honey,” I grunted, “back up baby, I want a boob in my mouth.” It’s one of the things we’ve been doing lately, I fuck her with my dick in her pussy and a nipple between my lips, the girlie gets electric shocks from both sensitive places. But the brunette merely mewled, pulling herself even nearer to me.
“No Daddy,” she whispered in my ear, her hot breath making me tingle, my body shuddering at her electric energy. “I want it in my butt this time.”
I sat paralyzed on the hard bench of the ride. Holy shit, right now, right here? Sure, the It’s a Small World ride is one of the longer ones, you go through rooms of dolls singing the theme song in a bunch of different languages, the music ringing in your ears, a cacophony of sound. But still, taking her anal cherry now? Ass on dick now? Her first time without the comfort of a big bed, without a huge tube of K-Y nearby? I had to put a stop to this.
“Sweetheart,” I ground out, holding her hips still as she tried to wriggle onto my dick. “No, the first time should be special for you. We should be doing it on a big bed, baby, with plenty of lube, it’s not easy for the first time. It’s never easy and I haven’t gotten you ready, I haven’t stretched out your anal walls.” Because it was true. I’ve kissed that asshole, maybe done a little finger play down there, but never pushed anything in. So yeah, her back hole’s still unbreached and taking dick was gonna be a painful adjustment.
But the brunette was determined.
“No Daddy,” she pouted. “Now,” she insisted, pushing those huge boobs onto my chest. “Besides, there’s plenty of lube,” she added coyly. “I can feel your dick leaking and here,” she said, reaching a small hand down to swipe at the base of her slit, fingers coming away gooey. “Here, use my pussy juice too.”
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