A Dancing Bear?

The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains as you pinned Tawny against the bedroom wall, your massive girthy cock already buried halfway inside her soaked, greedy cunt. You’d been teasing her for nearly an hour — eating her pussy until she squirted twice, fingering her ass and cunt at the same time, and making her beg like a whore for your superior meat.

Now you gave it to her.

You lifted one of her thick thighs high, spreading her wide as you sank the rest of your wrist-thick monster into her creamy depths. The fat, plum-sized head stretched her walls obscenely, veins dragging along every sensitive ridge as you bottomed out. Your heavy balls, plump and full like ripe fruit, slapped against her ass.

“Baby… oh my god, you’re so deep,” Tawny moaned, nails digging into your shoulders. You kissed her passionately — tongues tangling, lips sucking — while you started a slow, grinding rhythm. Counter-clockwise on the thrust, stirring her cervix like thick cream. Clockwise on the pull-out, dragging your massive girth along her G-spot. Squish-squish-squish. Creamy juices frothed around your thick shaft and dripped down her thighs.

You fucked her harder, lifting her other leg so both were wrapped around your waist. The new angle let you pound her with deep, passionate strokes, your heavy balls smacking her soaked flesh rhythmically. You mauled her massive tits, sucking hard on one fat nipple while pinching the other, leaving fresh marks all over her soft skin. Tawny’s head fell back, moaning loudly as her pussy clenched and fluttered around your girthy cock.

But in your mind, it was Erin you were destroying — her tiny 5’0” body impaled on your massive shaft, those head-sized tits bouncing wildly as she screamed “Daddy!” while you ruined her for Nick forever.

Your phone rang on the nightstand. You kept fucking Tawny without missing a stroke, reaching over to answer it on speaker.

“Hello?” you growled, slamming deep into your wife’s cunt.

“Hi! This is Jess — Erin’s maid of honor,” the excited voice said. “I’m so sorry to call you like this, but we have a huge problem for the bachelorette party this weekend. Our stripper just got injured in a car accident and canceled. Erin mentioned how… confident and built you are, and since you’re family and cool about this stuff… would you be willing to step in? Just dancing, maybe some fun teasing? The girls would love it, and it would save the whole night!”

Tawny’s eyes widened in shock, but her pussy clamped down hard around your thick cock at the words. You smirked and thrust harder, making her bite her lip to stay quiet.

“Yeah… I think I can help out,” you rumbled, voice thick with lust. “Tell me the details.”

Jess gave you the address, time, and a few playful instructions while you railed Tawny senseless. Your wife came hard on your cock — squirting down your heavy balls as she tried desperately not to moan loud enough for the phone. You kept pounding her through it, grinding deep and passionate, one hand covering her mouth as her eyes rolled back.

You hung up and tossed the phone aside.

“You’re really going to strip for them?” Tawny gasped, voice hoarse with arousal and surprise.

“Only way to get close to my favorite little size queen,” you growled truthfully, then kissed her hard and fucked her like you were claiming ownership. You carried her to the bed, laid her on her back, and hooked her legs over your shoulders in a deep mating press. Your massive, wrist-thick cock slammed into her creamy cunt with powerful, passionate strokes. The fat head battered her cervix on every thrust while your heavy balls slapped her ass.

Tawny’s massive tits bounced violently between you. You sucked and bit her nipples raw, one hand rubbing her swollen clit in fast circles. “This pussy is mine,” you groaned, staring into her eyes with raw lust and love. “And soon I’m going to stretch another tight little hole that’s been begging for it.”

She came again — screaming, squirting powerfully around your girthy shaft, juices soaking the sheets and your pelvis. You didn’t stop. You flipped her onto all fours, yanked her hips up high, and railed her from behind with deep, loving strokes. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached around to rub her clit while your thick cock churned her insides. Creamy white froth coated your shaft and dripped from her stretched hole.

You fucked her into a complete stupor — long, passionate, relentless sessions that blurred together. You made her ride you reverse cowgirl, her massive ass rippling as she bounced desperately on your monster cock. You sucked her tits while she ground down, rotating her hips. Then you took control again, pounding her into the mattress until she was babbling incoherently, eyes glassy, body shaking with orgasm after orgasm.

By the end, Tawny was a fucked-out mess — covered in sweat, cum, and her own squirt, barely able to move as she lay twitching and leaking your thick loads from her ruined pussy. You kissed her softly, whispering how much you loved her while she drifted into a blissful, exhausted sleep.

Your phone buzzed. Erin.

Erin: Jess just told me you’re coming to the party as the stripper… Daddy, I’m so fucking wet right now. I can’t believe you’re going to be there, half-naked, with that massive cock swinging for all of us… but it’s really all for me, isn’t it?

She sent a video: Erin in the bathroom, completely naked, legs spread on the counter. She held her big shampoo bottle next to her dripping pussy for comparison, then showed your last dick pic on screen. “This is what I need… not Nick’s boring little Coke-can dick. Yours is so much thicker and longer… I’m going to lose my mind watching you dance. Please Daddy… make sure I get a private show.”

Another video followed immediately. Erin riding her hairbrush handle furiously, massive tits bouncing, moaning your name. “I’m going to cum so many times thinking about your superior cock… Nick could never compare. These heavy balls are going to empty inside me soon, aren’t they?”

You stroked your still-hard, girthy monster while watching her **** masturbation, edging yourself but saving every drop. You replied with a short video of your massive cock throbbing in your hand: Be a good girl at your party, princess. Daddy’s going to give you exactly what that greedy little pussy has been craving.

The rest of the evening you stayed close to Tawny, gently caring for her exhausted body while your mind raced with plans for the bachelorette. Erin’s obsession was now uncontrollable. Having you as the official stripper gave you perfect cover to tease, grind, and finally claim her in front of her drunk friends — or better yet, sneak away for the real conquest.