Chapter Six

“Dolly, get her ready for me.”

Tassia's breath hitched, and her pulse raced.

Was this really happening?

She glanced up to see him lowering Mistress and Britney to the stage where they alighted as gracefully as ballerinas at the end of a leap. Shrugging off the ruins of his shirt, Master stepped out of his slacks, standing gloriously naked under the spotlights.

He was carved like a marble statue of a Greek hero–every muscle starkly defined. He belonged in a myth, holding the front line in an epic battle or slaying a dragon as the wind tossed his tawny mane.

His colossal cock alone could probably batter down city gates and smash the defenders.

“Over here, bestie.” Dolly sat on the floor, patting the spot between her bent knees. “You can, like, lean back against me while Master bangs your brains out. You’ll be waaaay more comfy that way.”

Gratitude raced through Tassia as she hurried to take her position. She was sooo lucky to have a friend like Dolly. A friend who wrapped arms around her and let Tassia use her soft boobies as a headrest. It was a huge comfort to have her bestie literally at her back during this momentous moment.

Mistress and Britney glided over to kneel beside them, smiling radiantly.

“Shift your hips a little lower, dear.” Mistress instructed, gently guiding Tassia.

“And spread your legs wider.” Britney smirked, prodding the offending appendages. “Daddy’s about to stretch you out like saltwater taffy.”

Tassia nodded mutely, trying to follow along as Master loomed over them. His majestic manmeat gleamed wetly, proudly on display, utterly captivating to behold.

“Is this what you want?” He asked, giving it a few pumps. “There’s no going back once we’re done.”

A heavy jet of jizz arced through the air to paint her from belly to tits. Tassia’s nod became frantic, her tongue drowning in spit.

“She really really wants you, master.” Dolly answered for her. Tassia could have kissed her again. Dolly was such a good kisser. “You should have seen her during our girl talk. She was, like, super horned up over stories about you.”

“Naturally,” Mistress said, combing tender fingers through Tassia’s dark purple hair. “Every woman desires my Darling. But only a lucky few get to be claimed by him.”

“Getting fucked by Daddy is like winning the lottery.” Britney agreed with a haughty sniff. “Once you’ve had the Daddy experience, you’ll never let another man touch you ever again.”

Tassia believed them. Just looking at Master restored her faith in the divine. Such a perfect paragon wasn’t simply born–it was crafted and refined by the hands of the almighty. Especially bearing his big, thick, glorious…

“Cock… c-cock, cock!” She burbled, the very picture of eloquence.

“That’ll have to do, I guess.” Master grunted, crouching and shaking out his formidable arms.

Then he touched his fingertips to the polished stage boards before prowling towards her on hands and feet.

It should have looked ridiculous, a grown man crawling like a child, but Master’s movements were liquid, not clumsy. Agile. Limber. He moved like a hunter stalking prey in a jungle. Silent and deadly.

Cat-like.

His knees never touched the floor as his muscles flowed through precise motions. Tassia gasped when his lustrous mane tickled her toes, cunt clenching at the minor contact.

“I have your scent now.” He purred, brushing his nose across her knee. “It’s the smell of a woman who needs something. Needs it very badly.”

“Cock, cock!” She gurgled, her head bobbling like a dashboard ornament. “Need… cock!”

The words echoed around the theater, and Dolly squirmed behind her. Mistress started humming a dulcet melody while Britney gnawed her bottom lip.

“It is in asking that we receive,” Master growled, hooking a finger through her drenched thong. “I’ll not leave you wanting. This pussy belongs to me now.”

Before Tassia could take another breath, he tore off the sad excuse for underwear and plunged straight into her willing wetness. The move was swift and brutal, and exactly what she needed.

“Daaaa~!!”

Master’s titanic turgidity lanced Tassia’s turbulent core in a single, almost surgical strike. Her abundant juices lubed his passage like a slip’n’slide, but the friction was still extreme. His ungodly girth tested her limits, crushing her insides as he breached her womb.

“Da means yes, right?” Dolly asked, her embrace tightening. “I keep thinking it’s short for daddy.”

“Shush, nincompoop.” Someone hissed. Possibly Britney? “Don’t disturb them. Daddy’s busy.”

He certainly was.

Daddy-Master’s giant dick dragged against Tassia’s G-spot as he slowly withdrew before slamming back in. She unraveled immediately. Howling and thrashing, it took all three women and his iron grip on her hips to hold Tassia steady as she achieved new heights of sexual ascendance.

“Daaa… cock! Daaa… cock! Da-cock!” She screamed as Daddy-Master established a punishing, gut-punching rhythm.

He drilled Tassia mercilessly, and she welcomed the rough treatment.

She wasn’t a person anymore–a mere mortal burdened with frivolous, human matters like thinking, learning, or decision-making. She had transcended such earthly trivialities into the sparkling pink realms of mindless, timeless ecstasy.

She was a super funtime hottie now.

A sex object.

A blissed-out fucktoy, reforged in the furnaces of fieriest lust to be used and abused and stuffed full of dreamy dick.

Wrapping her legs around Daddy-Master’s pistoning hips, Tassia dug her heels into his butt, humping upwards to meet every snatch-spearing blow.

Each thrust of his massive cock distended her flat tummy. Her body–so slender yet busty–lifted off the floor with every lurch of his pussy-plumbing length. Every pile-driving thrust sent her jumbo-sized knockers flying up into her face.

His big hands circled her slim waist for added leverage, basically yanking Tassia onto his cunt-crushing cock, delivering more electric thrills to fry her senses. She stared at him in slack-jawed worship, unable to string together a coherent thought, much less words.

Then something dripped into her gaping mouth. Something warm, creamy, and delicious. Tassia's half-lidded eyes snapped wide to find Mistress bent over her, kneading her breast so a steady stream of white fluid squirted from her nipple.

Milk.

Mistress was blessing Tassia with her divine milk! Baptizing her with the heavenly lactate.

“Drink, dear one.” She crooned, coaxing another stream from her other teat. “Drink up. You’ll need your strength to keep up with my Darling.”

It mixed with the spunk and saliva on Tassia’s messy lips. She gulped and swallowed best she could between thunderbolt orgasms while Mistress continued to feed her.

It ran across Tassia’s face, down her neck, and over her jouncing boobies, soaking into her pores like lotion. Everywhere it touched became smoother, more toned, and healthier. The taste was incredible, rich and delectable.

After a few mouthfuls, she could feel her body changing, even as Daddy-Master ruthlessly pounded her into the floor.

Her big funbag titties firmed up, bouncing beautifully instead of flopping about like two overfilled waterskins. Her slender waist cinched smaller, and her hips flared, becoming perfect fuck-handles for Daddy-Master to grip. Lean muscles became denser. Legs elongated to supermodel lengths, sleek and silky.

Finally, her pussy compressed, her internal walls contracting until she was virgin-tight around Daddy-Master’s pummeling prick.

“Aw, fuck! That’s a vise-like grip.” He snarled, and Tassia couldn’t disagree.

He’d been stretching her before, but now she felt like he was splitting her apart. The already overwhelming pleasure skyrocketed, shooting directly into the stratosphere.

“Daaa…Daaa…Daaaaaa~!” She wailed, her mind ricocheting between climaxes like a pinball stuck in the bumpers.

“I’m, like, soooo totally jelly.” Said Dolly, wriggling behind Tassia.

“Nobody fucks like my Daddy,” Britney added. “He’s so fucking hot.”

“Give the poor dear what she needs, Darling.” Mistress cooed. “Show her how mighty my lion has become.”

With a final deafening roar, Daddy-Master buried himself to the hilt in Tassia’s foaming cunt and erupted like Mount Vesuvius.

She howled too, as molten spunk cannoned out of him in toe-curling blasts. What felt like an endless torrent flooding into Tassia, rocking the foundations of her world and stuffing her womb fit to burst.

Her taut tummy visibly bulged from all the steamy seed he pumped into her until it sprayed from around their joined sexes. It was so hot, so potent, filling every inch of her insides.

She loved it sooo much!

Eventually, Daddy-Master withdrew, firing the last few shots across her bloated belly, inflated tits, and drooling face. A river of their mixed juices rushed from her gaping slit.

Tassia reveled in the sticky sensation, giggling and rubbing it in as she drifted on the edge of well-fucked oblivion.

Someone was stroking her hair.

That was nice.

“So what should we call her? Did anyone catch her name?” A deep rumbly voice asked.

“How about Drooly? Her mouth is running like a faucet.” A sweet, feminine tone replied.

“As good a name as any. Drooly it is. Welcome to the team.”

Drooly smiled, closing her tired eyes and rubbing her double-stuffed belly.

All her new friends were, like, so totally nice.

She was going to be super happy here.

End of Part One

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