Bailey dances on my pole

“How do you want your little cockwhore to service you, Sir?” Bailey coos as she slowly impales herself on my long spear. “Do—ooooh, that’s a lovely thick mommy-maker stretching me out—mmmmm . . . can you hear my hungry kitty purring? So fucking good—ohhhh, Sir, do you want her leaning forward or—aaaaahhhhhh—leaning back while she rides—fuck yes Sir feel my tight hole stretching around your dick so good so good it’s so fucking thick . . . ohhh, Sir, please, Sir, tell your obedient little fuckdoll what you want . . .”

“I want you leaning forward so I can grab your sweet titties,” I tell her.

“Yes, Sir,” Bailey pants. “As soon as—fuck, how did you fit this whole monster in my tiny little pussy? You’re so big—fuck that’s good—I’m such a lucky fucktoy—this is the cock of every slut’s dreams . . .” She starts bouncing up and down, taking my shaft deeper each time. When she bottoms out with my knob stretching her fornix, she arches her back and squeals, her eyes close, and her entire body shudders.

While Bailey is still communing with her pussy, I reach up to her supple orbs to pull and twist their perky pink tips. She yowls and cums again. I enjoy the dick massage from her well-toned tunnel, then pull harder on her nipples, making her squeak and fall forward onto her hands. I wrap my hands around her tits, kneading them with my fingers and savoring the feeling of her silken skin against my palms. She starts grinding her clit against my pubic bone, moaning softly. I lift my head and feed myself one of her stiff pegs, suckling it gently and swirling my tongue around it. “Fuck, Sir, that feels beautiful,” she groans. “Suck my girls, Sir, suck my sexy girls—fuck, that goes right to my horny kitty . . . suckle me harder—bite my nipples—I need to feel you, Sir, I need to feel all of you . . .”

Bailey starts rocking and sliding her hips, fucking me while maintaining as much clit contact as possible. I massage her breasts, suckling and licking and nibbling each eager pink peg in turn, pinching and tweaking whichever one I’m not kissing. “Claim my body, Sir,” she moans. “Own my tight, slutty body . . . own your little fucktoy . . .”

“Maybe I should fuck you at work tomorrow, little slut,” I growl. “Just walk up behind you, pull your pants down, bend you over, push your panties aside, and impale you on my dick right there in front of everyone.” Bailey moans and starts rotating her hips as she fucks me, then swinging them from side to side as well, adding all sorts of variety to the pressure and friction on my dick. “You like the sound of that, don’t you? You’re such a depraved little cockwhore, you’d love it if I pulled your tits out for everyone to see and played with them while I pounded your pretty little pussy, wouldn’t you? You’d love everyone knowing you’re my personal slut, that your hot young cunt is mine to fuck wherever, whenever, and however I want.”

“That’s so fucking hot . . .” Bailey groans. “Who owns my hungry kitty, Sir?”

“I do, little fuckdoll.”

“Ohhh, yes, Sir,” she breathes, riding me faster and harder in her excitement. I give up on trying to suck her tits and let my head fall back; I get a good grip on both nipples and return to pulling and twisting them. “Pull my nipples, Sir, just like that, just like that,” Bailey moans urgently. “Am I a naughty little fucktoy?”

“You’re the hottest little fucktoy I know,” I growl—which I’m not actually sure makes a lot of sense, but which makes her shiver with pleasure.

“Whose fucktoy am I, Sir?”

“Mine.”

“Ohhh, Sir, yes Sir,” Bailey mewls, grinding on me harder and faster still. “I want everyone to know I’m your fucktoy . . . I want everyone to know my girls are only for you—that your big, beautiful cock owns my sweet little kitty . . .”

“Prove it,” I rumble. “Prove you’re my obedient young fuckdoll and cum for me. Cum on my dick like a good little cockwhore.”

“Will you cum with me, Sir?” Bailey pleads. “Will you please cum in my hungry kitty—will you please give my sweet kitty all your cream?”

“Are you a big enough cumslut to take it all?” I challenge her. “Do you think your tight young cunt can handle it?”

“I can take it, Sir,” Bailey moans. “I can take it all—I want it all—please, Sir, fill me up, fill me like I need, give me all your cream—please, Sir . . .”

That sends me over the edge: I erupt with a roar, sending geysers of cum deep into Bailey’s eager creampot as my climax blasts through me like a hurricane. She screams like an angry hawk, slams her hips down and cums hard with me, writhing and flailing above me as her inner walls strain to squeeze every last drop out of my twitching cock.

As everything slows back down, Bailey slumps forward to lay on top of me as my prick shrinks out of her well-used hole. When my knob pops loose, a rush of our combined fluids follows it, but we’re too busy making out to care. At one point, she breaks off to murmur, “It would probably be a bad idea if you showed up to screw me at work, but fuck that sounded hot when you said it.” I agree with a laugh and reclaim her lips with mine. After a while, I roll us over and start rubbing my dick against her while our kisses grow more urgent. She feels me growing rapidly and says with a smirk, “Up for one more, baby? You insatiable man . . . How do you want me?”