Daddy’s Curvy Princess:

Erotica Short Stories Anthology

T. A. BEAU

Copyright © 2024 T. A. BEAU

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Author’s Note: {/b}

This book contains 9 short stories. Erotica short stories for adult eyes only. There’s no romance; just pure, unadulterated (very hot) sex and filth. Kinks and themes are diverse and have been mentioned under the title. Enjoy :*

Table of Contents

#1: Rewarding Daddy Biker (Public)

#2: Masquerade Vacation Fun With a Surprise Twist (Anal, Public)

#3: Consolation Date with Dom Daddy Mafia Boss (Edging)

#4: Forbidden Tryst on My Sister’s Wedding (Forbidden)

#5: Submitting to Coach Ronnie in the Locker Room (Interracial)

#6: Fan Service Daddy Master (BDSM, Humiliation)

#7: Punished by Boss Chef Daddy (Exhibitionism)

#8: Stretched by Doctor Boss Daddy (Workplace)

#9: Threesome with Daddy Boss and my Bestfriend (Threesome, MM Action)

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#1: Rewarding Daddy Biker (Public){/i}

{2}Kinks/Themes: public, praise kink

BLURB:

When Lily's ex comes to her job at a biker bar to try and win her back, a regular customer has to step in when the guy refuses to take no for an answer. Larry's willingness to fight for her turns her on more than she can admit. It's a good thing that Larry feels the same way, and soon, he worships this curvy goddess on his bike.

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I walk around the edge of the bar as eyes follow me. Half of the bikers here want to fuck me; the others wish I was three dress sizes smaller so they’d want to fuck me. There’s no in-between. But I like my curves; it helps to weed out the shitty guys who aren’t used to pleasing women one way or another.

And right now, not being seen as fuckable has its charms. Since I ended things with my boyfriend after finding him in bed with the woman he told me not to worry about, I don’t mind being seen as a waitress. Keeps things simple and keeps my hopes from jumping up and getting me in trouble.

Raymond was a dick who didn’t know how to use his dick, but he was supposed to be mine. Commitment is only a promise when no one else is convenient, I guess. And apparently, when a guy says he’s over ‘heavy lifting’ and wants something lighter, that’s reason enough to cheat.

Dismissing the thought, I deliver the pint of beer and smile at the regular customer. “Here you are.”

He looks from my tight little black shorts to my thin red crop top that shows my black bra, then up to my face. If he does notice my doughy belly and those extra ten pounds I can’t manage to lose, he doesn’t say anything.

“As much as I’d love to offer to put a tip between your tits, this isn’t what I ordered. I wanted the logger,” he says, his voice deep and gruff.

His other friend at the table looks me over while exhaling from his cigarette. His friend is older. I’d bet forty-five at least, making him a solid twenty years older than me. But he wears it well. His dark hair isn’t lightening yet. It’s all mused and tousled and sexy. His intense dark eyes are focused entirely on me, skating over my body again and again like he’s worried he missed something.

When his dark eyes meet mine, I feel like I can see my whole existence in his deep gaze. He has a few wrinkles and I see some gray seeping into his well-trimmed beard, but he’s a big guy. When people think of biker or bouncer, they think of him. Tattoos, big muscle, and some dense weight on him-the kind of guy that a dude would have to be plastered to try to fight.

All that screams safety to me.

“Lily,” the guy states. “The logger.”

“Right. If you have someone who will drink this one, feel free. I can’t exactly pour it back in,” I say, waving my hand to the drink. “I’m sorry about that. I don’t know where my head is.”

“Well mine’s focused on your round ass,” he chuckles.

“Bet you wouldn’t say that in front of your wife, Tommy,” I say. “In fact, don’t let her overhear you. I don’t want her putting me in my place.”

He chuckles, and I head back to the bar to get his logger. He raises his voice and yells ‘two’. I give him a thumbs up and push my long, wavy blonde hair over my shoulder so it doesn’t get beer-soaked.

Once I have both frosty pints set to fill, I look up, making sure that we’re set. It’s a small bar called “End of the Road” and we almost exclusively serve bikers. Bikers like familiarity, which means there are only two bartenders and the manager here on summers like that.

I refocus on the drinks, cleaning off the head before refilling them before the bar goes quiet. Never a good sign. The guys don’t mix colors, which means that whatever club they’re a part of doesn’t matter here. We’re a safe zone like that.

My eyes flick up and I feel myself pale. My lips part slightly and my eyelashes flutter against my face. Raymond. He just never learns, never knows when to be done. I was very clear about breaking up with him. I made sure he understood that there was no coming back from cheating on me.

Not that it apparently sunk in since he’s here, staring at me with a winning smile like that’s all it will take. I’m so distracted by him that I don’t notice that one of the pints is overflowing until I move it, and it splashes all over my shirt.

A few of the guys whistle and dollar bills go up. It’s tradition. Rather than dealing with Ray, I wipe down the glasses and deliver them to Tommy and his friend. I take both the fives they offer me and Tommy looks me over.

“We should have people come in and distract you constantly,” Tommy groans.

“Babe, we need to talk,” Ray says from behind me, clearly not recognizing or caring that I’m at work. Not acknowledging the month we’ve spent in silence, none of it.

“Working,” I say, rounding the table to clear off the empty pints. I look at Tommy’s friend. “Any food for you?”

“Don’t be like this, Lily. We can work through it. Every guy slips up and it’s not that big of a deal. Don’t punish me because I decided to have someone half your size and-”

“We’re broken up. It’s not a punishment, it’s a fact. Now isn’t the time. I’m working,” I emphasize the word.

Tommy’s friend catches my eye since his hand slips below the table. I lean forward to remind him. “This is a no fighting zone. It has to go outside.”

“Believe me, I know,” he growls, his voice deeper and throatier than I expected. It’s actually kind of gorgeous. I have a feeling he’d sing ballads well, but I have more money to collect.

Once I collect all the tips and compliments on my spill, I put the money in my own tip jar. We all have them, so we’re not constantly dividing tips. At the end of the night, management takes ten percent, and we get the rest, always in cash, always under the table.

“Lily, take a fucking break and talk to me,” Ray demands.

I look at him as I start cleaning glasses. “Why? I’m paid to work here and all I get with you is disappointment.”

“Oh please. I gave you a damn good year. I treated you to meals, offered to work out with you, kissed you, fucked you, ignored everything my friends said, and-”

“What a saint,” I sneer. “I’m not a charity, and you came more often than me, so walk away.”

“No. You don’t get to just decide we’re over. That’s not how relationships work,” Ray says. “And if I have to be a customer to get your attention, come and chase this hundred. If five dollars gets your shirt wet, what will this get me.”

There’s violence in his eyes, violence I’ve seen plenty. He’s always turned it on doors, or said he needed to go to the gym to punch something, but I know he’s faster than me and has more muscle than me. I hate admitting it, considering who he is, but it’s possible that standing here and having what I hope is a short conversation is better than pissing him off even more.

Especially when he could cost me my job. So if I can ignore the rampant disrespect, the constant insults, the fact he thinks he did nothing wrong, I might be able to be done with him entirely and never have to deal with him again.

Just as I open my mouth, Tommy’s hand goes up. “We’ll take some wings, Lily!”

“Coming right up!” I call back, then to Ray, “You’ll have to wait. I’m working, and that’s a priority.”

“So everything takes priority over me? Everything and everyone, huh?” He growls, obviously frustrated.

“Well, you’re my ex, so... yeah,” I say as if it’s obvious.

“Don’t be a bitch,” he hisses.

I glance to his left where another regular sits. Luckily for Ray, that regular is very focused on the T.V. over the bar. Rather than dealing with him, I head to the kitchen and tell the cook to get some wings on for Tommy.

Staying back there feels like the best option. They only take about ten minutes to prepare and I’m happy to make sure they’re extra sauced with the honey-hickory smoke sauce that he loves. I also make sure he gets two extra wings because I know Tommy.

Once the wings are done, I walk out with them, and Ray follows, my constant shadow, whether I want him or not. When I set the wings down, he hisses. “Seriously, stop. You’re pissing me off. You don’t get to be a bitch just because we’re fighting and I’m over your attitude. You’re not hot enough to act like this and keep me.”

One arm shoots out between us, covered in tattoos and taught with thick, weighty muscle. I’m pulled onto a lap and blink in surprise as I sit on Tommy’s friend’s lap. He stares down at me, his jaw tight.

“Is this dickwad bothering you, princess?” he asks, his tone threatening as his eyes fall on Ray.

“Princess?” Ray demands.

“Oh, you don’t know?” Tommy asks as he chews some of the meat. “Larry and Lily are together. Guess you wouldn’t know, considering you’re not from ‘round here.”

“That’s my girlfriend,” Ray hisses.

Larry-since that’s the big biker’s name apparently-tightens his grip on me. He kisses my neck and nibbles my earlobe. His hand moves up my side, nearly cupping my breast. He sighs. “Isn’t this that slimeball ex you mentioned?”

I continue staring at him like an idiot. I just started at this bar a month ago, and today’s been a crappy day of getting orders half-wrong after a shit night of sleep. Now I’m expected to think when my shitty ex has managed to track me down to a little bar ten miles away from the small town I never told him I’m from? It’s impossible to think or do anything else!

Larry arches an eyebrow at me, like he’s waiting for me to catch on. I swallow. “Yeah. The one who cheated on me.”

“Oh please, don’t try this shit with me, Lily. No one is going to choose to have a girl like you when you can’t cook or blow-”

“Finish that sentence, and you won’t have anything for anyone to blow,” Larry snarls, looking down at my ex with barely restrained fury.

Larry’s hand strokes down my side, his warm, calloused fingers smoothing over my skin before heading further down. He grabs my ass, squeezing one cheek, then kisses the top of my head. “Lily, I know the bar has rules, but I might need to step outside, and you might need to call an ambulance.”

Ray snorts. “Bullshit. You’re not going to fight me over her. Just let me take you off her hands and find some other college girl half your age to enjoy, maybe a bit-”

Larry stands, lifting me effortlessly right off my feet, just to put me right back down. When he was sitting, he seemed like he was a reasonable size, but he’s gotta be like 6’5” and all muscle and dense weight and... holy shit, he should be more than a bouncer or biker. He should be some kind of gladiator.

Ray stumbles a step back as his eyes stroke over Larry. Larry keeps rubbing my back, keeping me against him. “Say one more comment about my girlfriend’s weight, and I’ll fix it by removing your fucking arms. A real man knows that a woman like Lily is hard to find and harder to keep happy. You clearly failed to keep her at all, so walk your twiggy self out of this bar before I toss you.”

“Well, you... I...”

“Lifting Lily is a pleasure; tossing you will be like throwing out a small bag of garbage, but I sure as hell hope you don’t hit any bikes on the way out, or I’ll be twice as pissed,” Larry hisses.

I glance around and realize the whole bar is paying attention. Half the guys look ready to join in on a fight just because it’s a fight, while the others are actively starting bets. Ray looks from me to Larry like I’m going to say something to stop this, but instead, I just stroke Larry’s built chest and tight belly.

He has a little bit of cushion on him, but not much.

I look up at Larry, not sure what to say or do. I’m not exactly familiar with this whole process.

“Fine, she’s your problem now,” Ray says, trying to hide the fact he looks like he’s going to wet himself.

Larry steps forward, moving me behind him. “What the fuck did I say about insulting my girlfriend.”

“I- she-”

“Get out,” I order from behind Larry. “I’m not stupid enough to take you back, and you shouldn’t be stupid enough to stay.”

Ray’s jaw tightens and he snorts before walking out. The second he leaves, Larry hands me a fifty. “For letting me feel your ass.”

“It’s not worth-” I start.

“Oh, it definitely is. I took out a bit because of the whole fake boyfriend thing, but trust me, I would have paid double for that,” he says with a wink.

“You could just pay for dinner,” I tease.

He arches an eyebrow. I keep working while Larry and I keep flirting. He asks if I’ll spend my break on his lap, and I ask if the bar is the best place for us to do that. His eyes shine, and I like his lopsided smile and the growing heat in his eyes.

It matches the lust pooling in my belly. I almost like how damp my shirt is because it means Larry tries to wring it out every time I walk over to the table. It keeps his hands on me; for some reason, I want more. His almost fight isn’t enough to satisfy the heat burning through my body.

I crave more of him, his touch, his mouth. I want him to take me as ruthlessly and wildly as he can. I want all that frustration and possession he showed-real or fake-released on me. So what if he’s older? So what if it would only be one night? I have a feeling that Larry is worth it.

So when he orders another water instead of a beer, I set it down from behind him, press my tits against his back and whisper in his ear, “I get off in an hour.”

“Yeah?” he asks.

“If you want to give me something better to do, or see how far you can get after giving me a ride...” I trail off.

He reaches back and strokes my thigh. “If I have my way, you’ll be riding my bike, then me.”

“If you make me,” I purr in his ear. I gently nip his lobe, and his fingers bite into my thigh.

It’s a promise of the roughness I crave. He swats my ass and leans back against my tits, not letting me go anywhere. “You haven’t taken your break, so tell your boss you’re taking it now.”

“W-what?” I ask, my voice faltering.

“Let’s not waste our time, princess,” he says.

I let the other bartender know I’m taking my fifteen and slip out the front of the bar. I’m nervous, my whole body is on fire, and I have no idea what to expect, but Larry walks out, jerks me against him, and tangles his fingers in my hair.

“Such a hot little thing, aren’t you?” he asks, making me feel and hear his growl as it vibrates through his chest, tightening my nipples. “And I’ve been watching your perfect ass and sexy body constantly this last month.”

“Well... h-have me,” I say, not sure what else to say.

“And you’re a damn good girl when you want to be,” he snarls.

Larry grabs my ass and pulls me up to my toes, kissing me hard. His lips mold to mine, and then his tongue slips between my lips, teasing my tongue with one quick flick. When I lean into him, wanting more, his tongue sinks deeper, kneading and teasing mine until a moan draws from my throat.

He changes the angle to kiss me deeper, and I suck his tongue, unable to resist. Since I can feel him hard against my belly, I graze my teeth over his tongue, earning a sharp bite to my bottom lip. Instead of making me draw back, I groan and kiss him again, trying to step on his boots, to get closer to him, to rub more of myself against him as he drags out kiss after kiss.

Larry’s not gentle, but he knows the line to obey, easing away from the kiss just as I’m starting to get dizzy. Kissing him is better than tasting oxygen. If I pass out because our making out is too intense, so be it.

He’s proving what I’ve suspected for a long time. Ray was a boy, and Larry... Larry’s a man, a man who knows what he wants, how to get it, and doesn’t expect me to do all the work, then blame me when I don’t come.

“Yup, you’re getting on my bike tonight,” he decides.

I slowly stroke down his chest, over his belly, and stroke over his hard cock where it presses against his jeans. He catches my wrist, arching an eyebrow. I give his bulge a squeeze anyway. “I bet I know just what to do with this.”

“Keep this up and I’ll bend you over my bike right here and now,” he warns.

“And let everyone else see me naked, or close to naked?” I tease.

“You don’t have to be naked to be coming on my cock, Lily. And that’s something I’m more than happy to let them all see,” he snarls. “But not tonight. Tonight, we’re going to pretend that you’re only mine.”

I keep stroking him until he kisses me again, hungrily. I moan against his mouth and guide his other hand to my breast. I know when he fucks me, he’s going to make me feel like a virgin all over again. One make-out session is all I need to know that.

But this one, with him palming my breast, tugging on my ass to see how we can better fit together, the roughness of the wall of the bar against my back and him against my front, it’s too good, too right. I don’t want to give it up. I’m soaking wet, my panties useless, and if he was to slide his hand between my legs, I’m half sure I’d come on the spot.

Larry pulls back and shakes his head. “I’m not fucking you here against the bar. Stop tempting me.”

“Make me,” I pant before stealing his mouth again.

He groans against my lip and jerks me tighter against him so he can swat my ass hard. I whine against his mouth but squeeze his cock harder in retaliation. He pants against my mouth. “Naughty girl. I’ll show you what you’ve earned when you get off the clock.”

“Oh? By getting me off?” I tease.

“By showing you the kind of sex that should be a standard for you,” he corrects.

And forty-five minutes later, he proves he’s not all talk. The second I clock out and shove my tips in my purse, Larry puts his hand in my back pocket and leads me to his bike. “You drive here?”

“Uh, no. My friend gave me a ride,” I whisper.

“Good,” is all he says before he straddles a nice-looking Harley. He reaches back for me and gets me on the back of his bike.

Instantly, I’m nervous. I’m not some petite little thing, and maybe my weight will throw things off. I nibble my bottom lip as I settle behind him. Larry takes my arms to wrap them around himself. He rocks his hips until we’re pressed together, my tits smushed against his back.

He pats my thigh. “You’re mine tonight.”

“If you can handle it,” I whisper.

He swats my thigh. “We both know I can lift you easily. I’ll prove it again if you keep goading me.”

I laugh as he takes off. Larry doesn’t drive recklessly, but he sure is fast. He zips through the streets, leaving my lungs behind us as we race down the dark roads to some destination that he keeps a secret. I hold onto him, rubbing his chest, then lower until he catches my hand and reminds me to behave.

I don’t know if we spend a few minutes or half an hour on the road. I don’t care. I like it. I actually hate stopping, even though I know what it means. I’d rather get more time with the wind whipping my hair as I cling to Larry.

He rubs my thigh and motions around us. “It’s a lookout point. Not exactly private, but we’re starting with an advantage.”

“Aren’t you a gentleman,” I tease.

I hop off his bike, and he quickly proves he’s not a gentleman. Larry stands up and tosses his leather to the side. He grabs my shirt, jerking it over my head, then pulling it against him. “You are mine.”

I take a ragged breath. “Prove it.”

Larry jerks my bra down, then tweaks my hard nipple. He groans, then cups my breasts, freeing them from my bra. He leans down and sucks my nipple, swirling his tongue around the hard peek.

A desperate little moan leaves my throat, and my back arches. Larry sucks and licks my nipple, grazing his teeth over my sensitive skin until my thighs clench because I’m just so wet I can’t stand it.

“Please,” I rasp.

“Oh, now you want to be good?” he asks while pinching both my nipples as he stands. He kisses me hard and gives me a punishing bite to my bottom lip. “Are you going to obey like you’re supposed to?”

“Yes,” I whimper. “Please. I’m so, so wet.”

“And all mine,” he says, arching an eyebrow like he needs my confirmation.

“Yes. All yours. I’m all yours. I’m wet for you,” I pant.

He turns me around and bends me over his bike. My belly is cushioned on the seat, but I’m unsure what to do. I look back at Larry as he jerks my shorts down over my ass, dragging my panties with them. He groans and palms my ass, spreading my cheeks and squeezing.

“What a fucking gorgeous princess you are. Your pussy is soaked and so fucking pretty,” he says.

He runs his fingers between my legs, then rubs over my clit. I arch my back, offering myself up for him. He makes a pleased sound and spreads my pussy lips. “You’re not a girl a man just bends over and fucks.”

“Really?” I ask, my heart dropping.

“Oh no. Ignoring you and making this fast would be shortchanging myself,” he snarls.

He leans forward and licks over my clit. I gasp and spread my legs wider, as wide as my shorts will allow. His tongue and lips feel so good. He sucks and tongues my clit intensely, wasting no time. He works his fingers into me and curls them inside me, right where I need them, over and over, again and again until my eyes roll back.

I feel like I’m going to knock his entire bike over since I can’t resist rubbing my pussy against his mouth and his fingers. Larry growls against me, and I feel the vibration against my clit as he flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit before flattening his perfectly slick tongue over me.

God, his fingers, his mouth, they feel so good. My whole body trembles as he continues working me over. My belly tightens, and my pussy squeezes. I’m so close to coming. I can’t believe this is how sex should be. Larry hasn’t even fucked me and-

“Fuck!” I yell as I come, trying to squeeze my thighs together despite him keeping me open. “Oh... oh...”

Larry gives me one more long lick, from my entrance to my clit, then kisses across my ass. “So damn delicious. I knew you would be.”

“I’ve never... never from oral,” I pant.

“Perks of being with a man who actually appreciates you,” he says before nipping my ass cheek. “And there are so many ways to appreciate you, enjoy you, have you gushing for me just like that.”

My eyelashes flutter. “Please, fuck me.”

“What was that, princess?”

“I want you. I need you. I need you buried inside me, fucking me deeper and harder than any man ever has... please,” I whimper.

It’s the naughtiest thing I’ve ever said, but it feels right. It feels like the best thing to say to him.

Larry makes a growl of a sound and grabs my hair, pulling me back until I have to brace myself on the seat of his bike. I’ve never been put in a position like this before, never been so eager to please a man in my life. Something about Larry makes me want to be a good girl and take advantage of everything he’s offering me, plus whatever else I can get.

“You want my cock?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whine.

“Say it. Use those words,” he commands in my ear before turning my head so our noses brush. “Say it, princess. If you want it, say it.”

“I want your cock,” I whimper.

“Where?” he asks against my lips. “Where do you want my cock?”

I hear the jingle of his belt, then his zipper falls all while he continues to grip my hair tighter. I lick my bottom lip. “My mouth, my pussy, both.”

He groans and kicks my feet wider. “You’re going to taste yourself off my cock after you come all over it. I’m going to make sure you know what it means to be a good girl. I’m going to make sure you know what it means to be appreciated.”

“Yes,” I half moan, half drool.

He nudges his cock against my pussy, rubbing the head up and down over my clit, teasing my entrance, and back down until I’m shaking with need. A little whine leaves my throat. “Please!”

“Do you want me enough?” he asks. “More than that pathetic little boy you called a boyfriend?”

“Yes!” I nearly yell.

Larry claps his hand over my mouth, releasing my hair as he fills me in one sure thrust. A little yelp leaves my throat and echoes against his palm. He’s so big, so thick, so... overwhelming. My eyes roll back as he pounds into me, stretching my pussy around his cock and making me his. I was right. This isn’t the sex I know, it’s not the sex I’m used to, it’s so much more, so much better. This is what I wanted from the start.

“Fuck, princess. Your pussy is perfect,” he snarls before moving his hand to kiss me. He gently cups my throat. He draws back and thrusts into me again, even harder. I dig my nails into the leather seat as my tits swing forward. “And your tits, your ass, your love handles. Not fucking you properly should be a goddamn crime.”

All I can do is moan and pant against his lips. He moves one hand to my hip, pinching my love handle and using it to jerk me back on his dick. His other hand cups my breast. There’s no option but to obey, and I love it. I want it. I crave it. My head falls back, and I try to get more of him. I roll my hips, grinding on him every time he fills me with his cock as my choked moans keep falling from my throat.

I don’t even care if someone sees me; I just want more of him.

Larry ups the pace and groans as he keeps pounding into me. “See what this pussy can take? See how fucking good it should feel? Don’t you dare settle for less.”

His focus on my pleasure ruins me. When he moves his hand from my love handle to my clit, I nearly scream as I come. He swats my pussy which only makes my orgasm drag out longer. I tremble and pant, nearly slumping over his bike. My legs are useless, but apparently I don’t need them, not with him.

Larry lifts me just enough to turn me around and safely puts me on my knees. His hard, wet cock is right there in front of my face. It’s dripping with my wetness. Jesus, he has a monster in his pants. It’s thick and long, and I do not know how it fit inside me. It’s impossible, overwhelming, too much and...

“Suck my cock. Make me come and swallow every drop, princess. You’ve earned this,” he growls.

The head of his cock rubs over my lips, and I part them while staring up at him. I want to please him. I’m desperate to do just that. My thighs are soaked thanks to him, and I’ve finally had an orgasm, a real one, a full one, thanks to him. Everything else is pale and weak in comparison.

Larry deserves the same, even if I can’t make him come more than once. So I take him as far into my mouth as I can. Larry groans and grips my hair. “Breathe through your nose and relax your throat, Lily. You can take me. I promise. You’re going to do such a good job.”

He eases deeper into my throat, draws back, then does it again. He looks so damn sexy like this. His muscles flexing, his shirt pulled up to show his belly and more tattoos there, how shamelessly naughty he’s being with me, and his gentle guidance.

If they made Larry into a drug, I’d take him daily, maybe twice a day. I feel him stretch my throat, and I gag slightly. He draws back and nods. “Good girl. Keep going. You can take more. Suck my cock when it’s in your mouth and lift your tongue so I can feel it.”

I obey. That’s all I can think to do. Every time I take him down my throat, it’s easier. I don’t know if it’s how I’m lubing him up, his gentle instructions and praise, the angle, or the fact that I’m more relaxed and eager to take him, but every extra inch down my throat feels like a win.

The wet sounds leaving my throat make my eyes roll back even as they water. I like choking on him. I like feeling his cock twitch on my tongue whenever I lick his cock. He moans when I suck and I really can’t get enough of his dick. I just want more. I want to feel his ownership. I want him to...

“Yes, Lily. You’re going to earn my cum and you’re doing so fucking well. My good girl, my sweet girl,” he growls.

He starts guiding me on his cock while thrusting deeper into my throat. It feels good to have him possess me and claim me like this. I love thinking that, even for tonight, I belong to him. He fucks my throat as my eyes water.

Larry moves his hand to my cheek as he guides me over his cock, and he nods. “Yes, Lily. Yes, my princes. Yes, just like that.”

I whimper, then moan as he slides impossibly deep. I had no idea I could take anyone this deep, let alone him. His thick, long cock, the way he chokes me on it, how he takes me the way he needs. I love it. I start bouncing with him, rolling my hips and he moans.

“Just like that. Don’t you stop, not when I can see how much you like it. Touch your clit for me too. Let me feel your moans,” he orders.

And I do. I can’t help it. I rub my clit in circles, first lightly, then harder. I start tapping it as he thrusts into my mouth again and again, then he holds my face in both hands as he speaks through gritted teeth. “Are you ready?”

I can’t nod, but I try. He groans and slams into my throat, deeper than he has before and empties himself. He slowly eases out of my throat as I push myself over the edge again. It’s a comfortable orgasm, safe, easy, good.

Larry eases all the way out of my mouth as I flatten my tongue over the head of his cock, determined to taste every drop. I lick my lips and swallow. Larry pulls me up and kisses me, holding me against him since my legs are useless.

I don’t know how he does it since it feels like my head is spinning, but he manages to redress us both without ever setting me down. I sigh as he climbs onto his bike in front of me, pulling my arms around him.

“You’re too good at that,” I murmur against his back.

He chuckles. “I didn’t know that it was possible to be ‘too good’ at sex.”

“Raising the bar that high is dangerous for my health,” I sigh.

Larry turns and kisses the top of my head. “Are you able to hold on, princess?”

“Yeah,” I manage to stay.

My voice is weak and hoarse, my throat a little sore, but it’s the good kind of sore. All of me feels like I just had an amazing workout. I almost understand why people enjoy working out. When Larry takes my address and starts us on the path home, I’m sure I’m on cloud nine.

There’s no way a girl like me gets sex like that, plus a man who can respect me, and a ride on a motorcycle all in one night. This was shaping up to be my worst day yet, but now, it’s my best. I can’t make it work in my head.

When we finally get to my house, I try to step off the bike and stumble a little. Larry stables me and flashes a crooked smile, pulling me closer. “Stay on your feet for me, Lily.”

“Do you know how hard it’s going to be to find someone like you?” I ask.

“Are you asking me for round two in the future?” he asks.

I blink a few times. I didn’t think about that. I didn’t ask for his number, he hasn’t asked for mine and I have a feeling my parents would absolutely not be okay with this. I’m fine with this being what it is-a one night stand.

“Maybe,” I say coyly. “I guess I’ll let you know if I see you in the bar again.”

Larry looks surprised, then impressed. He nods. “Well, if an ex comes out of the wood work to shit talk you, we’ll call that round two.”

“Deal,” I say brightly, adjusting my shirt.

Larry gives me one more kiss, then heads out. I sigh softly and nearly float inside. I feel so good, I feel so... free. It’s like every bit of tension has been fucked out of my body. If this is what it’s like to have a good lay, to have a good one-night stand, I think a whole new world has opened up for me.

I could really enjoy being single, even if that means banging guys older than me, guys who know what they’re doing, and learning I deserve appreciation, respect, and that I’m sexy as hell.

Yeah, I’m going to like the bar. I’m going to like the bikers. And I’m really going to like this new phase in my life.

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#2: Masquerade Vacation Fun With a Surprise Twist (Anal, Public){/i}

{2}Kinks/Themes: anal toy, public exhibitionism

BLURB:

Amy is on vacation and decides it's time to break her 5-year spell. At a masked ball, she finds her target; a sexy silver fox behind a mask who can't look away the moment they lock eyes. And the surprising twist at the end only made the decadence of the night that much sweeter.

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If it’s been five years since you had sex, you’ll do almost anything to get laid. You can only use a Hitachi wand for so many nights before your neighbors complain about the sound of power tools coming through their walls at 3 a.m. You can only practice self-love for so long before your pussy needs something real, hot, and hard, throbbing and thrusting inside of you.

Five years is too long to go without, and tonight, I’m going to break my dry spell in the most spectacular of ways.

When the invitation for the masquerade ball at the Estes Resort arrived, I RSVP’d without hesitation. Any excuse to dress up, drink champagne, and flirt with a stranger was good enough for me, no matter how much the tickets cost. Three weeks of dieting, two ball gowns, and one Brazilian wax later, I’m ready for a night to remember.

The ball is nothing like I’ve ever encountered. Men and women in ball gowns and suits, masks on their faces, and feathers in their hair swirl around the lobby of the grand resort. An air of mystery covers the party like a fog; in the darkened ballroom, anyone could be anyone. My pastor could be here, and I would never know. The thought of Brother Benjamin attending a masquerade ball sends a little thrill through me.

As I was getting dressed to come out, I planned my accessories carefully. Heels, lipstick, handbag; jeweled butt plug, bracelet, perfume. Each of them played a pivotal role in my fantasy evening, and I planned to use them to my benefit. Strolling around the black and white marble floors in silver heels with a princess plug in my tight ass kept me on my toes. With each step, I could feel my bejeweled toy shift and settle inside me. The fullness of it wasn’t as good as having a cock inside my ass, but it would do. For now.

The ball ramps up with drinks and dancing, and I find myself ordering a second glass of champagne at the bar when I see him. His silver hair stands out under the strobing lights, and his chic black mask highlights his high cheekbones and angular jaw. He looks like he stepped out of the pages of a men’s fashion magazine in his dark, fitted suit. He looks older than me by a few decades, but it doesn’t deter me from ogling him like a kid with their nose pressed against the glass. He doesn’t know me yet, but he will.

He sips something dark in a low glass, and when he sees me staring from across the bar, he raises his drink at me. I echo his gesture, then tip my head back and down the rest of the glass. The bubbles settle in my belly, making me bold.

I set the glass on the bar and make my move toward the handsome stranger. He turns with a smile on his full, pink lips as I approach and cocks his head to the side as he studies me. My ball gown is cut low between my breasts, exposing the tip of the tattoo that sits on my sternum. The sparkly black fabric swirls around my legs, swishing with every step, and when I reach the man at the bar, he takes a final sip of his drink and offers me his hand.

He brings the back of my hand to his lips and places a chaste kiss on top, his dark eyes never leaving mine. As he lowers my wrist, his fingers brush against my waist, teasing me with the smallest touch. I step closer to speak into his ear over the sound of the pulsating music.

“Would you like to dance?”

“Would you like to come up to my room instead?”

I chuckle lightly at his offer, but something tells me I will end up in his bed eventually. The way the stranger looks at me like I’m the only woman in the room is hot enough to melt my panties. His eyes sparkle as he takes me in, his gaze lingering on my exposed breasts. The tip of his pink tongue slips out from between his lips as he wets them. “We could have another drink, and you can tell me the best way to get you out of that pretty little princess dress.”

“What if I don’t want out of this dress?”

“Women like you always want out of their dresses eventually. Just wait, princess. You’ll be begging me to take you out of it sooner or later.”

I shiver as his voice melts over me. The plug in my ass moves, and I let out a soft sigh. My core clenches as the man runs his fingers along the underside of my wrist and pulls my hand to his lips once more. He kisses my palm, lips lingering, and then lowers it slowly.

“Put another drink in me, and I might let you.”

“We could skip the drink entirely. Let’s go for a walk. I know a dark corner where no one will hear you come.”

Growing bold, I step closer, brushing my chest against his shoulder and the man. He smirks as I whisper in his ear, “Perhaps later. Take me for a spin first, handsome.”

“Oh, I’ll be taking you all right, princess. Come with me.” He takes my hand and leads me onto the dance floor, pulling my body tight against his. He sets his hips rocking, and he takes my hand in his hand, wrapping his fingers around my palm easily. We sway and grind against each other wordlessly, the heat between our bodies building to a fever pitch.

My hands explore his chest and the long lines of his throat as my arms wrap around his neck. Fingers tangling in the coarse gray curls at the back of his head, the man lets out a low rumbling growl that runs straight to my throbbing pussy. I release his hair and he growls again.

“Put it back. I didn’t give you permission to stop.”

I do as he says while the man lowers his head to my throat and places a kiss between my jugular and shoulder. My fingers rake his scalp as his lips work my sensitive skin, and when he pulls away, there’s a dark, devilish look in his eyes.

I can feel the outline of his hard dick through the layers of fabric between our bodies. The stranger slips his hand from the small of my back down the curve of my ass and pushes me against the bulge. He grinds against me and then rolls me into a spin. With my back to his chest, the masked man lowers his head and puts his lips to my ear.

“Do you want me to fuck you here on the dancefloor, or shall we take this somewhere more private? It would be a shame to share you with every man in the room.”

“I don’t like to be shared,” I concede, my skin growing hotter by the second. My nipples harden, my pussy clenches, and my heart races as the man slides his hand around my belly. He grinds his dick into my ass and I roll my head back against his chest. I shut my eyes while he caresses my throat and dips one finger below the dangerously short neckline of my gown. He swipes it along my tits, awakening my nipples even further, and when he withdraws, I moan openly.

“Good girl. Let’s go upstairs. If you make it past the landing without coming, I’ll give you the night of your life.”

“And why wouldn’t I make it past the landing?”

“My hands will be up your skirt the entire time. Can you walk with my fingers inside you, princess?”

I can feel the smirk on his lips as he kisses the back of my neck. “Can you walk with my fingers in your cunt?”

“We’re going to find out.”

“Good girl. Walk slowly. Don’t draw any attention to yourself. I’m right behind you.” He releases his grip on my waist, and I step forward on shaky legs. Holding my head high, it takes every effort not to dash off the dancefloor and race to the stairs.

I feel his confident, measured steps behind me as I exit the room and turn into a lobby with dozens of partygoers milling around. The stranger catches up to me and guides me to the grand staircase, lifting my dress so that I can climb the steps. He falls into line behind me, and I feel his hand slide under my skirt and run along the generous curve of my bare ass.

With each slow step up the long staircase, he pushes his finger inside me. He curls the long, calloused digit as I step up and my core clenches around the intrusion. The ten steps to the top feel like an eternity as he massages my walls from the inside. On the landing, he pushes a second finger inside, and I stop suddenly, grabbing the railing with white knuckles.

He curls them and drags them along my inner walls, pulling them out slowly and pushing them back in.

“People are watching, princess. Keep going.” A giggling couple passes on the stairs, too wrapped up in their own pleasure to notice us.

My masked man pushes inside me again and guides me further up the stairs. He pushes his thumbs between my cheeks on the second floor and stops. He lets out a low chuckle and slides his fingers out one by one.

“Are you wearing a plug?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Have you been wearing it all night?”

“Yes.”

“You won’t be much longer. My room is down the hallway, last on the left. Come along.” He lowers my skirt and steps out from behind me. He takes my hand and guides me down the long hall. The stranger walks in long, confident strides, and I struggle to keep up in my heels. I’m practically sprinting by the time we reach his room.

He opens his door with the key card in his pocket and pushes me inside the darkened suite. Once inside, his hands fly to the laces on the back of my dress and tugs them loose. My dress goes slack around my breasts, and he yanks it down my body until I stand bare. I step out of the puddle of fabric and turn to face him. I move to untie my mask, and the man stops me.

“Leave it on. I don’t want to know who you are. I only want to know how you taste.”

He leaves his mask on as he guides me to the bed and lowers me onto the edge of the mattress. He pushes my knees apart with his large palms and kneels between my thighs. Already soaked with anticipation, he rolls his tongue up my slit in one smooth stroke. When he pushes his fingers inside me again, the noises I make are unholy.

“Good girl, let it out. Tell me how badly you need it.” He slurps my clit between his lips and flicks his tongue over the throbbing bud. The combination of his fingers, tongue, and teeth sends my body into overdrive as I try to keep from bursting like a bubble before my time.

I moan and whimper for him like a good little porn star. I can hear the satisfaction in his voice as he praises me and tells me how delicious my cunt tastes. He dribbles a puddle of spit down the slit of my lips and lets it collect between my cheeks. His fingers slide out of my pussy and circle my ass hole, teasing me around the edges of the purple jeweled plug.

“Tell me. Should I take you with or without your plug still in, princess? Do you like it when strangers fuck you in one hole while the other is full on its own?”

“I don’t know,” I confess, panting and writhing beneath his mouth.

“Let’s find out.”

He kisses my inner thigh and stands up, running his palms up my legs and along the slope of my stomach. When he reaches my bare breasts, he looks down on them with approval evident on his chiseled jaw. My stranger grabs my tits and kneads them in his large palms, dragging his thumbs over my sensitive nipples until I’m begging him to fuck me.

“You haven’t earned it yet, princess. Be patient. The best is yet to come.”

He releases me and rises back to his full height. I watch through hazy eyes as he loosens his tie, removes his jacket and belt, and unzips his pants. He unbuttons his black dress shirt and lets it fall to the side in a puddle with the rest of his clothes. Standing before me in his undershirt and boxers, I can see his impressive cock stand even in the dark. It bulges in his underwear, begging to be set free.

The man slowly pushes his boxers to the floor, removes his undershirt, and stands before me in his full, naked glory. With only his mask on, he steps forward, crawls up the bed to lay beside me, and pulls my mouth to his. I taste my pussy on his lips and tongue as we kiss, our mouths mashing against each other in a frenzied dance. His tongue slides in and out of my mouth as I explore the planes of his chest.

I tangle my fingers in the downy hair between his pecs and rake my nails down his skin. He groans into our kiss and grabs my hand in his fist, pointing it downward. He wraps my palm around his cock, and without a word, I stroke his length with long, slow movements.

I can feel the need in his dick with every touch as my fingers work along the veiny underside. It twitches and throbs under my touch, and when I run my thumb through the stream of pre-cum dripping from the swollen tip, the man groans like Frankenstein’s monster.

“Have I earned it yet?” I ask before burying my lips in his shoulder. I nip at the skin between his collar and jaw, and the noises he makes run right to my pussy and buzz inside of it like a swarm of hornets. The pleasure of hearing him react to my lips and my touch is divine.

“You’re well on your way. Do you ride dick, or are you strictly a pillow princess, princess?”

“I ride.” I push him over onto his back and straddle his hips with one thigh.

He grabs my ass and positions me on top of his waiting cock. “Good girl. I love a woman who takes charge.”

I sit on my knees while he drags his prick through my slickness, slapping it on my throbbing clit. It drives shockwaves of ecstasy through my body. His free hand grips the expanse of my thigh, fingers dimpling into the flesh as he guides me into place.

I rise from my knees as the masked man lines his prick up with the entrance to my core. He drags it through my juices one more time before gently lowering me onto its length. Slowly, I accept every inch of his girth, my muscles contracting around him. As he slides inside me, the man reaches behind me and grips my ass with both hands.

“Ride me, princess. Let me see every inch of you jiggle with pleasure. Use me as your personal fucktoy,” he commands, lifting my ass and setting the rhythm. I bounce on his dick, rocking back and forth on my knees as he slides in and out of me.

The feeling of fullness with his dick in my cunt and the weighted plug in my ass is overwhelming. With every thrust, I feel the toy shift and bobble. When his cock is fully seated in my dripping snatch, he grabs my hips and forces me down on it.

He pushes his hand between our bodies and grinds his palm against my mound as I ride, fingers twirling around my engorged clit. The pleasure builds in my belly with each thrust and each well-timed flip of his finger on my sensitive bud. The shockwaves decimate my resolve, and soon, I’m a needy, begging mess.

“Good girl. Let me hear you, princess. Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how much you like having your holes filled.”

I whine as he withdraws his cock and wriggles his hips away from my cunt. “It feels so good, baby.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he growls. “You fuck me like you haven’t seen a cock in years.”

“I haven’t.”

He chokes on his breath, recovering quickly. “How long, princess? When was the last time you had a man fill your holes?”

“Five years tomorrow,” I confess, trying to guide his dick back inside me. The man grabs my wrists and pins them to my thighs with his large, heavy palms.

“Five years is a long time. I’ve got a lot to catch you up on and so little time to do it in.”

“Are we on a schedule?” I ask, fighting his grip slightly. I put up very little fight where the handsome stranger is concerned, giving into his will easily. I will do anything to stretch this night out as long as possible.

“When the clock strikes midnight, you’ll turn back into a pumpkin. So, we need to make the most of our time, princess.” He releases my wrists and grabs my elbow, tugging me down. He wraps his palms around my cheeks and kisses me with fervor, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth.

When we break for breath, he issues his next command. “Lay down, princess. Face down, ass up. Let me watch your pretty little ass shake while I pound you into the pillows.” He guides me off his lap and onto the bed. As he rises, the bed shifts, and I fall face-first into the stack of hotel pillows.

“Good girl. If it’s too much, I want you to bury your face in those pillows and let it all out.” He pushes my knees apart as he positions himself behind me and pushes his prick inside me. The swollen head slips inside easily, followed by the thick, girthy shaft, sheathing himself to the hilt. He holds his position, hips unmoving, as he caresses my ass and thighs with flat palms.

He pulls back and slams into me, and I scream into the pillows. The force has me rocking forward, my tits dragging across the bedspread as he rides me. His fingers grip my thighs and pull me closer as he thrusts like a jackhammer inside me. Every sensation is heightened by the desperate need to fuck and be fucked. Nothing else matters except that this masked stranger does not stop. Not now, not yet.

The sound of the slamming of his skin into my skin fills the air, and the scent of sweat hangs heavy in the room. With each thrust, my plug bounces and wobbles, making me moan and keen into the pillows.

“This ass is too pretty to waste, princess,” he says, the sound of lust on his voice burning itself into my brain like a hot metal brand. “Can I fuck your tight little asshole, baby? Can I fill all of your holes tonight?”

“Yes!”

“So agreeable, baby. You have to say no to something.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Good girl.”

His fingers slide between my cheeks and slowly pull out my plug. He drops it on the covers, and it rolls beside my knees. I feel hot spit dribble onto my hole as he warms my ass up for his dick. He massages the makeshift lube around the rim with the head of his cock and pushes inside carefully.

When he is fully inside my ass, the overwhelming fullness has me moaning into the pillows with abandon as soon as he rocks his hips into me. My hole tightens around him, and he slows his pace, taking his time with it until I relax.

He leans over me, drilling my ass with his prick over and over. His hand finds my mouth, and he inserts two fingers into it.

“Suck, baby. It feels better when you do.”

I do as I’m told, and the man lets out a low, guttural moan that echoes through my spine like the striking of a tuning fork. He rams into me, balls slapping against my pussy, and pleasure waves radiate through me once again. The familiar feeling of orgasm creeps along my spine.

“Come for me, princess. Give me that.”

He pushes into me, and I let go of every inhibition. My climax crashes over me like waves on the shore, and I feel every muscle in my core tighten. My ass milks the man’s cock for all its worth, and with a curse and little warning, I feel him explode inside me. He shoots rope after rope of hot cum inside me, thrusting until he can’t anymore, and when he withdraws and falls beside me, I whimper with disappointment.

He catches his breath and pulls me into his arms, kissing my neck and shoulders. His hands knead my breasts and cup my mound as his lips work along my shoulder blades.

“You take my cock so well, princess.”

“Thank you.”

“Stay here. I’ll get you cleaned up,” he says as he slides away. The bed shifts, and footsteps pad across the wooden floor. The sound of a light flicking on and the noise of the faucet being pulled tell me where he is. When the masked stranger returns, he reaches between my thighs with a warm, wet washcloth.