But I’ve also got a hidden studio. That’s right, as a former dancer I asked to have some practice space installed, and the board complied. So now, all I have to do is flick a switch, and the fake wall rolls away, revealing my private studio.
Laney’s eyes opened wide.
“Really?” she gasped. “Oh my god, you’re so lucky, Mr. Channing!”
I laughed deep in my chest then because only a true devotee of the dance would think that I was “lucky.” Right now, the brunette was already practicing eight hours a day, putting her body through the works. If “lucky” meant doing even more, turning that eight hours into ten to twelve, then I suppose I was lucky.
But Laney was up in a flash, wandering into the brightly lit space, twirling joyfully, brunette curls flying in a spin.
“I’m happy to dance,” she laughed, brown eyes sparkling. “What would you like me to do?”
I leaned back, appreciating that curvy female form.
“Anything,” I rumbled. “But first you’ve got to take off those warm-ups, I’ve gotta see every gesture, every move up close.”
She flushed.
“I can’t, Mr. Channing,” she murmured, looking down. “I didn’t realize I’d be dancing again, so I’m just wearing my leotard underneath. Nothing else.”
I frowned.
“So? A leotard’s fine, that’s standard practice wear.”
The girl blushed even hotter.
“No, not that,” she stammered. “I’m wearing a leotard, but nothing else under. Nothing, sir,” she stuttered wildly, unable to look into my eyes.
Ah ha, so that was the problem. My little girl was practically nude underneath those warm-ups, with nothing but the thinnest piece of cotton shielding those curvy assets. Well, no worries. This was right up my alley, it was almost too perfect if you asked me.
“You can do what you like,” I said mildly. “But I can’t see a thing with those baggy sweats on.”
She nodded, biting her lip.
“I know, I just didn’t expect …” her voice trailed off.
“You didn’t expect to find a hidden studio in my office?” I asked, voice smooth. “You didn’t expect to dance for a man?”
She nodded shyly, picking at the edge of her sweater.
“If I had known, I would have worn something different.”
But I interrupted then.
“Baby trust me, I’ve seen everything,” I said in my best father-figure voice. “I’m forty-five, been on stage since I was fifteen. I’ve seen everything, and I mean everything,” I added with emphasis.
Laney nodded again, biting her lip before lifting her head and shooting me a quick glance. I thought she was gonna back off, making some excuse. But instead, those small fingers gripped the hem of her sweater, trembling a bit.
“Please don’t tell,” the girl whispered. “Please don’t tell.”
And in a flash, that sweater was off. My dick jerked in my pants, thank god my lower half was hidden behind my desk. Because oh shit, the female was luscious. The girl wore a pink leotard underneath, so sheer that it was like a body stocking, and those huge tits swung, heavy and full. My cock literally spurted then, unable to hold back. I had to get into her. I had to taste that luscious white flesh, suck those huge nipples into my mouth.
But Laney wasn’t done yet. Slowly, she tilted her hips and slid the track pants over those thighs, revealing meaty, luscious legs, sweet and curvy. The pants and sweater were tossed to the side, and as she bent over to put on ballet slippers, I realized why she’d been so embarrassed.
Because the girl wasn’t wearing panties. It’s fine, most professional ballerinas don’t wear panties, relying on their tights to shield them. But in this case, Laney wasn’t wearing tights either. The only thing she had on was that sheer pink leotard, and now a pair of matching ballet slippers.
And as she slid into a routine, my breath caught. Because whenever the girl bent over, whenever her legs spread in either a plié, jump or raise, I could see her cunt. I could see that pale white mound, the puffy flesh under that thin piece of fabric. Shit, if I looked hard I could even see her nub, that hard, tantalizing clit poking out insistently.
Because oh yeah, Laney was excited too. As she danced for me, her moves took on an intensity that shook us both. We gazed into each other’s eyes as she twirled, showing off those huge, jiggly breasts, the elegant, yet sensuous sway of her hips. And fuck, I wanted it. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she was so fucking tantalizing and tempting, I needed to sink my dick into that cunt fast.
And it was like Laney could read my mind. Smiling coyly, she lifted one leg high into the air, the toe almost pointed straight up at the ceiling. All ballerinas are flexible, it was like the girl was doing the splits with one foot on the floor.
But here, alone in this studio, it was different. Because dressed in that sheer pink leotard, the material at her cunt was stretched so tight that it went from being sheer to transparent. This time, I didn’t just see the outline of her puffy lips and the hard nub of that clit. I saw her hole, the tiny crevice that I was gonna fuck, where I was gonna taste and savor.
And like an answer to my dreams, it happened then. Ballet leotards are made for abuse, the manufacturers know that girls prance, stretch and wear these things down. But no material can handle Laney’s curves because frankly, most dancers don’t have wide hips and big Double Ds. So as her legs split wide, one toe pointing straight at the ceiling, the fabric gave out. That’s right, the sheer pink cotton tore right at the cunt, baring everything. The rip happened so fast that the material sprang up, flying over her boobs in the front and whipping over her ass in the back.
“Oh my god!” the brunette gasped, leg dropping down immediately, small hands trying to shield her private parts. “Oh my god!”
But it was too late because I was out from behind my desk in a flash, kneeling in front of her. And before that leg even hit the floor, I’d taken a deep lick of her wet, juicy snatch.
“Oh my … unnnnh!” came Laney’s wail. “Oh god!”
I chuckled in my chest, big hands coming up to grab her thighs.
“That’s right, kitten,” I rasped into her folds. “That’s right, you were dancing dirty to make Daddy’s dick jump, weren’t you? You were doing that on purpose.”
Laney didn’t answer at first, brown eyes wide at my bent head. Because I was busy licking that snatch and she quivered, unable to move.
“Oh unnnh!” she cried out again, big boobies heaving, cunt juicing like a waterfall now. “Oh oh oh!”
“I know you want it,” I ground out. “Ever since that session this morning, you’ve been dying to get this trashy pussy in my face. Haven’t you sweet girl? You’ve been teasing daddy, using your pussy to bait me.”
Laney almost didn’t answer again, she could barely even stand, knees trembling. But she took a deep breath then, and voice wavery, answered.
“No Mr. Channing,” she panted. “No, I didn’t mean to tease you, I swear!”
I bit her nub then, a small shriek escaping from her lips.
“You did,” I ground out hoarsely, inhaling the scent of flavorful wet cunt. Aw fuck, her musk was so strong, so female, and so needy, this sweet pussy needed hard dick bad. “You did,” I insisted again. “You wouldn’t have danced the way you did, showing off those tits, doing the splits to show me your cunt.”
She mewled this time, hips grinding a little under my mouth.
“I did,” she whispered this time. “I do want it Mr. Channing, yes, yes, please.”
I chuckled deep in my chest, voice still muffled in her folds.
“That’s good because Daddy wants you to be truthful with him always. Daddy’s little girl doesn’t lie, only bad things happen if you lie. Now baby, I’m gonna make it even better for you. You want that? You want to get your insides licked?”
She mewled breathlessly above me, grabbing onto the barre for support, big boobies heaving.
“Yes,” the girl panted. “Yes, taste my ins
ides Daddy. All of me, it’s yours.”
And with that I smiled into that pretty pussy. Because I’m a thorough motherfucker. I don’t just give a little lick down there and then I’m done. I like tasting their insides, I like feeling a girl’s cream rush down my throat, so reaching two fingers up, I placed them on either side of her labia, pulling back gently.
And shit, but as her pussy spread, my dick literally twitched and spurted, it was so fucking beautiful. Her nether lips pulled back, parting to reveal the pink within, and it was fucking delicious. Deep, ruby red walls beckoned to me, glistening with nectar, almost pulsing she was so aroused.
“Yes Daddy!” she cried out above, looking down as I nuzzled her puss. “Yes Daddy, taste me, oh!”
Because I did it then. I licked up one wall of that juicy snatch, trailing across her clit before coming down the other side, sating myself on female ambrosia. Fuck, her cunt was so steamy, the flesh hot and wet, blasts of humid vapor enveloping us both. But that wasn’t enough. I sample my girls thoroughly, and slowly, I touched her nub with one finger, spreading fluid over her clit.
“Daddy’s gonna taste,” I warned. “Daddy’s gonna taste.”
Laney couldn’t reply, but her body did. As if in invitation, a drop of female fluid formed at her hole before sliding down one thick thigh, insides quivering in anticipation.
“Mmm, baby wants it,” I ground out. “Baby wants it bad.”
And with that, I slowly angled my tongue so that it formed a point and slid it up that vaginal passage. Shit, she was so tight, the walls pulsing around my mouth, almost clamping down as she screamed.
“Unnnh, oh!” came that delighted cry. “Ohhhh!”
But that wasn’t it. I kept sliding up, going up her inner passage, exploring that juicy territory with my mouth. Shit, she was absolutely delectable, honey flowing in a river now, drenching me. But as her vag gave it up, my tongue hit something that I never expected to find. Because oh yeah, Laney was a virgin. I’d just stumbled against that thin piece of tissue that only girls have, and her hymen was fucking intact.
I stopped, tongue still buried up that sweet snatch.
“Oh Daddy!” she cried out, looking down at me. It must have been disgusting to see, a strange man with his head buried in your sweet spot, thighs split so wide. But then again, maybe it was a turn-on and I wiggled my tongue teasingly.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” she begged again, squeezing her tits sensuously as I tongue-fucked that vag. “Don’t stop.”
But I had to ask.
“Baby, why are you a virgin?” I panted from between her legs, my blue gaze seizing hers. “What the hell?”
“Don’t stop, please,” she begged, this time one small hand reaching down and holding herself open for me, pulling those pussy lips wide. “Please, I can’t help it.”
I shook my head, rumbling deep in my chest.
“I didn’t say it was bad, sweet thing. I just wanted to know how someone as beautiful as you is a virgin.”
The girl was almost crying now, bumping that juicing puss against my chin. But I always get an answer and resolutely grabbed her hips, holding that curvy body still.
“Tell Daddy,” I commanded. “Tell me why you’re a virgin.”
Laney cried out desperately again, still trying to tempt me with her clit.
“No one’s ever wanted me before,” she mewled, tears forming in her eyes now. “No one’s ever thought I was beautiful.”
What the fuck? What bullshit is this? No one’s ever thought that Laney was gorgeous? No man’s ever thought that this goddess was so fucking delectable that he had to fuck his dick in or die? I went at it like a mad man then, determined to show her a whole new world. Because the brunette is absolutely up my alley, there could be no one more desirable, and I had to show her that.
So taking a deep breath, I inserted my tongue again, licking all the way up to her hymen until the tissue bumped against my tongue. It was fucking awesome, pink walls pulsing around my face, and I began teasing her like that, flicking my tongue along her hymen before creating a sensuous pressure. At the same time, my finger stroked that nub, playing with it, teasing the bottom side, before seizing tight and giving it a hard pinch.
That propelled her over the edge. With a scream, a jerk, her perfect profile lifted to the heavens, Laney came like a hurricane. That pussy spasmed on my face so hard that it almost threw me out, my tongue caught in a painful pussy clamp. But I’m a mofo and just thrust in even harder, determined to let her ride my face until it was done.
“Ahhhhh!” she squealed, big boobies heaving this way and that. “Ahhhh!”
“That’s right little girl,” I ground out. “Let yourself go. Ride Daddy’s face until you’re done.”
And the brunette complied, shaking uncontrollably, that sweet puss clamping and spasming like it was World War Three.
“Unnnh!” she cried out again. “Unnh, unnh!”
Something incredible happened then. Because as I knelt before the goddess, worshipping at the pussy altar, I came unexpectedly. Spurting like a fire hose gone crazy, my dick jerked hard, hot semen spraying everywhere.
“Awww FUCK!” I roared gutturally into those sweet folds. “FUCK!”
Because shit, this never happens. I’m an alpha who’s fucked dozens, if not hundreds of women, and I’m always in control. I come if I feel like it, but only if I want. And unfortunately, with the twigs and pieces of grass I’ve been drilling lately, it’s been more of a don’t lately.
But with Laney, it was completely different. I lost control like a fifteen year-old boy, the excitement a fucking tidal wave that overwhelmed me unexpectedly. And without realizing it, my balls lifted high and tight, weapon juicing and suddenly it was all out. My dicktip erupted, that fuckpole letting go, hot jizz spraying everywhere, hitting the floor and walls with wet splats.
“Unnnh!” I roared again, burying my tongue even deeper into that pink snatch. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
And shit, it was good. It was so fucking amazing, the two of us doing the dirty dance, me up her pussy with my dick jizzing below. Because it’s not often you find a real-live virgin. It’s not often you meet a girl at eighteen who’s never sampled cock before. If anything, usually they’re broken at fourteen, if not even earlier, so this was like finding a diamond in the rough.
And now, there was only one thing left. I wanted that sweet delectable cunt curved to the shape of my dick, I wanted her twat molded in the shape of my fat pole. I wanted Laney to ride, I wanted her to twirl around and dance with her pussy stuffed full of my fuckshaft. Yeah, I’m that kind of guy. Billionaire CEO, boss, teacher, ballet master … and shit, but this little brunette was gonna dance.
CHAPTER FOUR
Laney
I’m not sure what’s going on exactly. After I danced for Thorn in his office, my entire life took a one eighty. Because he’s so dirty that it astonishes me, I literally don’t know what to say. The first time the billionaire tasted me, I burst on his mouth, juices flying everywhere, drenching him.
But Thorn wasn’t turned off at all. Because after I was done, he lifted his head, making me gasp. Oh my god, had I done that? My nectar coated him completely, from forehead to chin, even dripping off in rivulets. But the alpha didn’t care at all. He merely growled before dipping his head and going for another deep lick at my snatch, getting a second juicy taste.
“Daddy,” I gasped. “I’m so sorry. Here, let me get you a towel because I didn’t mean to ….” My voice trailed off, embarrassed.
“Didn’t mean to come so hard?” he growled, blinking his eyes blearily. Oh my god, my juice was even in his lashes, I’d completely doused the alpha. But Thorn is fucking dirty because he smiled through the cum bath.
“This shit is good, honey, don’t be embarrassed. I’ve done a good job if a female comes this hard. I think you’re a sprayer.”
I gasped.
“A sprayer?” was my shocked whisper. “What’s that?”
He r
umbled deeply before wiping that handsome face with a towel.
“Baby, some women come so hard they squirt their juices. It’s beautiful when it happens, arcing through the air in a rainbow. But some girls,” he added with a lewd grin, “are sprayers. When you come, it’s not a single arc. It’s a fucking shower, you shower your man with female jizz.”
And I blushed, heart beating fast, pussy pulsing again. Because I’d just come so hard on this man’s face that he could barely see, it was in his nose, lashes, even dripping off his chin. But instead of being disgusted, Thorn was actually eating it up, reveling in the details. Holy shit, the alpha was so dirty.
But I love it. I absolutely love it. It’s shocking, absolutely crazy. Because what innocent virgin does this? What sweet princess comes like this, drenching a man’s face in gobs of honey?
But I couldn’t get enough because the next day, when Thorn invited me to his apartment, of course I said yes. It’s wrong. He’s the man who controls my future, the one who literally handles my scholarship and signs my small paycheck. So what am I doing, sneaking off to his apartment?
But when he let me in, all my doubts dropped away. Because the man was so gorgeous, imposing and huge in that black suit, and I went soft inside all over again, pussy moistening on its own. Those blue eyes sparkled, his nose sniffing gently like he could smell my cunt.
But instead of ravishing me in the doorway, Mr. Channing actually behaved normally, giving me a tour of his palatial apartment.
“And here,” he rumbled casually, “is bedroom number three.”
I peered inside, eyes wide. Just like numbers one and two, there was a huge king-size, perfectly made up with a dozen throw pillows, plush pile carpeting, and an accompanying en suite.
“Mr. Channing,” I said breathlessly. “Why do you have so many bedrooms? Is there someone else living here?”
The dark man smiled at me, that lazy blue gaze trailing over my curves.
“Naw, it’s just me and my housekeeper,” he said. “And Conchita doesn’t live here, she just comes in the mornings to clean and cook.”
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