Chapter Four

“Oh fuck… O-oh fuck! Yeah, right there! Ahhh~!”

Kira wailed, stammering out her pleasure as Lance plowed her from behind. They knelt upright on the pink duvet, her back plastered against his chest, their sweaty bodies moving in carnal unison.

Lance's heart threatened to burst as he thrust into Kira. Her slick pussy was the perfect, tight glove for him to rut. She felt so good, secured in his arms, firm muscles playing beneath her cushiony curves. His groin pummeled her stupendous backside, creating ripples in those globular cheeks.

His initial penetration had been hesitant, savoring his first time, cashing in his V-card. Relishing the feel of a woman opening herself to him. Giving herself to him. Surrendering to him.

Then, like an addict who’d discovered the pipe, Lance was hooked.

And Kira wasn’t some wilting lily, intimidated by his daunting endowment–she was an ebony Venus who craved it!

What a pair they made. Two mismatched puzzle pieces that fit seamlessly together to form a horny picture.

“Fuck yeah, take it all, babe.” He growled, trapping her wrist between them while seizing her slender neck with his free hand. “Take every inch of my huge dick!”

Kira’s spine arched like a drawn bow, her inner walls constricting as she ascended to fresh heights of rapture. Her fragrant nectar sprayed the bedding.

“I will… ohhhh~! I promise I will, Daddy! Just don’t stop… hmmff! Never stop fucking me!”

Daddy?

Lance shivered. The word awakened some aspect of his psyche that enjoyed the authority it imparted, spiking his arousal and sparking a visceral reaction.

“G-god! Daddy’s dick just grew harder… Ahhh! Inside me.” Kira stammered through drooling lips. “I-I felt it… Ooooh! How’s that even p-possible?”

“Because you’re such a hot piece of ass,” Lance grunted, slapping her fleshy flank like a prize mare. “You’re a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Fuck, yeeessss~! Please, Daddy, spank your good girl again!”

Timidity and constraint burned away as Lance unleashed his inner beast. He felt powerful, dominating this glorious goddess, smacking her rolling ass again and again, while pounding her peerless pussy. She leaned into the hand clutching her neck, strumming herself senseless while cumming messily on his plunging rod.

“DAAADDYYY!!”

Kira's squirting snatch clamped down on Lance, tugging at him.

He was close, drunk on desire, maddened by lust. Her over-furnished rear was a crash mat for his hammering hips, and her magnificent melons heaved with their energetic exertions, but the hung college athlete had one last request.

A final demand that would forever cement this milestone event in his memory.

“Beg me.” He hissed, squeezing her throat. “Beg me for it.”

A full-body paroxysm racked Kira, her climax soaring as she screamed, “Pleeeease, Daddy! Give it to me, PLEEEEASE!!”

Lance released a terrific roar, flying over the edge into his own release. Stabbing into the black Barbie doll’s center, he flooded her farthest recesses with a torrent of sticky splooge.

Kira’s dressing table rattled violently as Lance slammed into her from behind, his plundering fuckpole sawing into her soaked snatch.

Her spankable toosh jiggled, the sound of skin impacting skin echoing through the room. Sweat coursed down her spine, blonde hair sticking to her forehead as she leaned forward, face and tits pressed against the mirror with one leg hiked up over a corner of the table to grant him easier access.

The looking glass captured every inch of her voluptuous brown body and the way Lance’s muscular frame moved behind her.

“Fuck, Daddy… Mmmmff! You’re so f-fucking deep,” Kira moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. She reached back, gripping his thigh for support. “You’re stretching me out good, Daddy. I can feel every inch… Hyaaa!”

Lance grunted, his fingers digging into her waist hard enough to bruise as he yanked her back onto him with every riotous thrust. His cock throbbed like bassline, ready to explode again.

They’d been at it for almost an hour, banging like feral animals. Feverish and **** and endlessly horny. Lance had cum five times, losing track of Kira’s count. A puddle of leaking girl juices swamped the scattering of lipsticks and other cosmetics that hadn’t been swept onto the floor.

“You’re such a good girl,” He growled, voice gruff. “I can feel your pussy squeezing my dick like you don’t want me to stop.”

“I d-don’t want you to stop,” Kira keened, her long nails clawing at his skin. “Fuck me h-harder, Daddy. Gah! I neeeed it.”

Lance obliged, his hips snapping forward with even more momentum. Kira’s loud moans and the occasional creak of the vanity sang to him like a sweet symphony. Her heavy hooters swung with each powerful stroke, her stiff peaks too tempting to resist.

He snaked a hand around to cup a pendulous orb and tweaked the puckered nip.

“Oh shit, Daddy. Right there!” Kira whined, teetering on the verge of another cunt-quaking climax. “Pinch my nipple… Ohhhh! I can’t… I’m gonna… FAAAARK!!”

She slammed her over-padded posterior back into Lance. Wailing through spittle-drenched lips as he enjoyed the heady sensation of making a walking wet dream come undone on his granite girth.

The bright ring of bulbs framing the mirror was blinding up close. Lance squinted in the glaring radiance, barely able to see when Kira’s lolling head lifted and began babbling at her own reflection.

“I’m cumming again… Mmnnff~! His monster c-cock is splitting me wide open… Haaah! It’s so fucking good. I-I’m gonna leak for days… Yeeesss~! This is what you all wanted… Aaayeee! Hit the button, hitthebuttonhitthebuttonhitthebutton!”

Her words made no sense, and if Lance were in a calmer state of mind, he might have been concerned. But his pulse thundered in his ears, drowning out the chiming pings that cut through the background music like machine gun fire.

Kira’s banshee shrieks and incomprehensible blather rose in pitch and urgency until the ebony Aphrodite sobbed with unhinged euphoria. She rocketed back and forth on Lance’s illustrious length, screaming and begging in tongues as every gut-punching plunge dragged him closer to sinful fruition.

Her bodacious buns clapped and rebounded off his flexing abs like two chocolate blancmanges. The dressing table rocked alarmingly from their combined weight and spirited sexcapades. Kira’s battered snatch actually foamed, adding to the wet slapping noises.

Lance couldn’t hold back any longer. “Jesus-fuck… here I cum, babe! Hold onto your tits!”

Any other man would be utterly wrecked after the marathon session he’d endured. Their cocks worn down to stubs, coughing out dust. But the virile college athlete dug deep and finished strong, just as he did on the track.

Lance buried his prodigious prick to the base with a victorious cry and jettisoned a boatload of creamy spunk straight into Kira’s clenching cunt. She howled unintelligibly, milked thick spurts out of him until the tight seal of their conjoined sexes broke, gushing with their blended fluids.

Finally, achingly spent, Lance sagged with exhaustion. Settling onto Kira’s back, tired abs resting on her buoyant booty, he basked in the renowned post-coital afterglow.

She seemed to be doing the same, hanging limp.

Drawing in a long, satisfied breath, Lance felt compelled to compliment his sparring partner on her excellent performance.

“Holy crap, Kira. That was–ARGH!!”

That’s when the beleaguered dressing table chose to collapse with a crash.

Kira lounged languidly in bed, checking her phone and listening to Lance hum as he showered in the ensuite bathroom.

She giggled. He had turned out to be a total studmuffin sex machine, if a tone deaf one. She’d be walking bow-legged for a week, happily so, but unlikely to invite him to Friday night karaoke.

Thumbing her way to the earnings tab, Kira gasped. The viewer count and donations bar were maxed out, far surpassing her grandest expectations.

The comments… well, those didn’t bear mentioning. They were… enthusiastic to say the least—crass, vulgar, and strangely flattering.

The money was enough to cover rent, food, and expenses for months, all from a single hour of live-streaming sex with a handsome young hunk who turned her knees to jelly and dished out mind-melting orgasms like Halloween candy.

Kira really needed to thank Gina for this godsend.

“Is it okay if I use your towel?” Lance called from the bathroom. The water shut off.

“Yeah, sure.” She replied distractedly.

Hope blossomed within Kira’s ample breast. The path to success, security, and fiscal freedom lay bare like a lust-laden stairway to heaven. She was born to fuck, and planned to earn her fortune doing exactly that.

Especially after discovering the mocha-skinned Adonis who strolled back into her boudoir, muscles steaming from the hot shower with a fluffy pink towel tied around his waist.

She needed to lock him down fast. Such a prime slab of mouthwatering manmeat couldn’t be allowed to escape her grasp.

So Kira reclined luxuriously on the pillows. Striking an artful pose–spine arched, tits out, and legs spread–offering Lance a double helping of her best assets.

A lump quickly formed beneath his towel, tenting the soft terrycloth.

“You know,” she said leadingly. “I’d be willing to consider more profitable terms if you worked exclusively with me. If you’re amenable, that is. We’d make bank fucking online, you and I. Just look at these numbers.”

Kira grinned, waving her phone at him. Lance’s brow creased, and he rubbed the back of his neck, appearing confused.

“Uh… What do you mean, fucking online?”

The End?

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