His Nasty Little Pussy

When my breathing picks up, Daddy realizes how close I am to coming, and he focuses exclusively on my sensitive nub. Constant flicking and kissing and suck, Daddy tortures my body until he forces an orgasm to rip through me with turbulent force.

“Daddy, I’m coming! I’m going to explode!”

I have to hold onto the barre hard to keep from tipping over, my orgasm rippling through me. My muscles spasm outward from the center, exhausted completely, and they seem to tear apart from the harsh orgasm. My toes curl,

and I even climb to them, completing the en pointe I had been trying to figure out for the past half hour! Daddy merely keeps my cheeks spread apart, watching up close as my pussy convulses between his fingers.

“That was so good, Daddy,” I huff. “Thank you.”

But Daddy’s not done, and he’s impatient, grabbing the sheer, slim fabric of my leotard covering my pussy and pulls with all his might, ripping it in half with such brute force that a quiver attacks my pussy directly.

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“I’m going to stretch this tight pussy open, Babygirl.”

He grabs my right leg, lifting it up to the side and hanging it parallel over the barre, stretching me out.

Standing behind me, Daddy guides his cock into my spread pussy, pushing effortlessly in as my uplifted leg gives him easy access. His thick cock expands me mercilessly, opening me so wide as to cause pain. I cry out as his cock punctures me, and the pain remains as Daddy slides all the way into the hilt.

“It’s okay, Babygirl,” he says. “Just relax.”

My breathing catches, and even when it goes, it’s ragged, the pressure on my cunt nearly unbearable. But Daddy holds still, keeping my leg up on the barre, allowing my pussy to adapt to his significant girth before feeding it to

me.

“You ready for Daddy?” he coos.

I swallow, nodding, my body not quite ready but my mind begging me to let him go at it. His first retreat is intense, the fire of his cock dragging along my walls softening everything in my body. I tense up, only to release it

all as pleasure overcomes the pain.

“You’re so big. Your dick is so big!”

Daddy only clutches me harder, his hips driving lustfully into me with slow, torturous thrusts. He grunts with each one, enjoying every inch he inserts, taking pleasure in watching and feeling himself fill me up. I open my eyes, and for the first time, I can see Daddy in the mirror, the look of determination in his eyes sexy, the strain in his arms gorgeous as he gradually picks up speed. I want to be part of that, not lying over the barre lost in my own eyelids.

So using my arms, I push myself upright, my spine near vertical as I keep my right leg over the barre. Daddy watches me in the mirror and our eyes connect, both of us enjoying each other’s gaze as we revel in our closeness.

Daddy unlatches from my hips and brings his arms around me, grabbing the shoulders straps of my leotard and yanking them down my arms, exposing my small breasts. He grabs my tits, crushing them in his fingers as he launches his cock into me, energetic in his new position.

And the new position has other perks: The angle is more intense as his cock splits me upward, driving up into my cervix, shocking my system with sharp bursts of pleasure and tiny figments of pain. It doesn’t quite hurt, but it’s so deep and the feeling so powerful, the pleasure almost feels like it’s doing damage to me.

I lean my head back and turn, kissing Daddy over my shoulder, an easy task for my lithe body. Daddy’s fingers clutch rougher, seizing onto me as his cock slams into me.

I stare into the mirror, the intensity of our expressions absolutely delicious. My face is expanded, my mouth a constant ‘O’ of sharp pangs; Daddy’s face is tight, a fierce gritting of his teeth as his animal instincts feed his stepdaughter his cock. I can see every change in our faces as Daddy’s hips rapidly thrust into me, the demarcation from pleasure to overload, when the work of Daddy’s thrusts becomes the finality of Daddy’s lust.

His mouth open, his jaw hanging, he whispers into my ear. “Here I come, Babygirl, here I come!”

He grits his teeth, his cock pounding into my ass as he holds it deep inside my abused cunt. He tenses in the mirror as his fingers grip me harder, and then he unloads, instant relief written in his features.

My own mouth goes wide as Daddy’s hot seed floods my pussy, the warmth transmitting through me into ecstasy written in my own features. Pump after pump makes my mouth go wider, the dirty, taboo shock of

Daddy’s baby batter filling me to the core. Each little pulse of his cock is felt throughout, and all I can do is lean back into him as he completely empties inside me.

He holds me there, arms wrapped tight around me, as we gaze into each other’s eyes through the mirror. Our breathing is heavy, my tits bouncing up and down, when we start laughing through the surprise of it all. It’s the happiest moment I’ve felt in a long time, just sitting there and watching Daddy hold me in his arms. It’ s the slightest bit of relief against the difficulty of my career.

Daddy releases me and helps me get my leg down from the barre, which is stiff and aching, the tension of holding it up catching up with me. “Come on, Babygirl,” he says, taking my hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we’ll call it a night. But I expect you up and at them tomorrow morning. We need to make sure you’re still ready.”

I smile, biting my lip. “Yes, Daddy, whatever you think is best for me.”