MasukPop my cherry daddy.
Chapter 6. ISABELLA’S POV. My heart flipped as he kissed me back passionately, his lips moving against mine in a way that sent tingles of excitement and lust through my body. My pussy clenched and throbbed in response to his smooching kiss. His hand fondled on my ass intensifying the waves of pleasure that crashed into my pussy and made me a dripping mess. Subconsciously, I sent my hands into his hair, ruffling it softly and deepening the kiss. Fuck! he was so fucking great! This was the best kiss I have ever had. No one has ever made me this way from just kissing. I knew this wasn't right. I should control myself around him, I shouldn't be kissing or indulging in any sexual act or wanting more from him cause he is my late father’s friend and my acting father, but how can I not when I already know what it feels like to have him inside of my mouth? how can I not, when his member has become really hard and is now pressing against my ass. Fuck! My pussy was dripping wet! and I wish he would just slam me over the wall and take away the only thing left that makes me decent. His low moans filled my mouth and my tongue swayed around his lips, tasting him like it was my first take of whine and liquor. The taste of the apple juice we had a while ago clouded my nostrils and his scent filled my body. It was so freaking good. Our kisses had turned into smooching kisses and I was expecting this to go further till I felt his grip on my ass loosen and he pulled out of the kiss dropping me on the floor. I bit on my lower and tried staring up at him but his eyes had suddenly turned cold. “Do not jump on me ever again, Isa.” My heart flipped at the soothing sound of his undertone and my eyes stupidly fell on his crotch. My eyes widened and I bit on my lower lips, the tempting sight of his covered crotch messing with my brain. It felt so huge and the nasty urge to run my hands around it nagged at me, lost in my web of admiration I felt his hand on my chin, he raised it up and my eyes fell on his cold yet Auroring eyes. I felt my heart flip and a pool of heat streamed down my legs as his emerald-green eyes pierced into my soul. “Messing around is not allowed Isa, I won't let this happen again. Okay?” Yet again, I gulped down nothing before nodding my head to him, my pussy throbbing and itching in anticipation to have him filling me up. “This is your room. Some maids would be signed to you. Let me know when you need anything, and when you need to step out.” I bit on my lower lips, loving the hard yet melodic sound of his voice. “Thank you, sir,” I replied in a low whisper and I heard him groan a bit. He didn't say a word to me before turning around and storming out of the room. My lips twitched into a gentle smile! I had a chokehold on him and it was freaking obvious. I threw myself on the wide bed. My pussy was dripping and heck! I really do need a release. ***** The next day. I woke up the next day to the sight of two vibrant ladies dressed in a white and black maid dress. “Good morning ma'am.” they both greeted in unison and I bowed my head gently to them, sitting upright and running my hands through my eyes. I stared around the room and everywhere was looking so neat, not like it wasn't yesterday but it was extremely neat today. “Mr. Ignazio asked that we come to clean up, bathe you up, and help with all your needs.” Bath me up? I surprisingly mumble within me. Does that man think of me as a lesbian or what? “I can do the bathing,” I replied with a smile and they nodded, giving me space as I stepped out of the bed and dashed into the bathroom while they bowed to me. I awkwardly held onto my robe and walked into the bathroom. The life of the rich does feel wired. I let loose my robe and stepped under the shower, letting the cold water engage with my skin. After several minutes I returned to the room to meet with the sparkling sight of the room. My bed had been arranged neatly and one of the maids was standing at the east side of my bed with her hands on her back. “My lady.” she bowed. “Do you need me to do anything for you?” My grip on my towel tightened and I shook my head negatively. “I can do every other thing. Thanks.” “Breakfast is ready ma'am the time frame is 8, you should be at the dining table by 8.” “Okay.” She bowed and my eyes followed her as she walked away. I let out a sigh of relief and let loose my towel. “I can't believe I have to live with this every single day.” I proceeded to dress for the day and once I was done I grabbed my tote bag and took the elevator to the last floor. I located the dining room and the moment I walked in Mr Ignazio was already at the dining table. “Good morning sir.” I greeted in the most peaceful voice and my knees suddenly went numb the moment his flirtatious eye fell on my body, inviting pleasure into my pussy and making me clamp my legs softly. Ignazio’s Pov. My dick throbbed underneath my brief at the soothing sound of her voice. I raced my gaze up to get a glimpse of her but I subconsciously left my gaze on her body. Heck! My heart made a flip and I felt waves of ecstasy flushing into my body. She looked fucking great! And her dressing! They were lots of skin but she ate. She was dressed in my favorite color, a black two-piece, a skirt, and a crop top, I could tell that she had no bra on cause her nipples kept growing erect with each minute, my eyes trailed down to her exposed thighs, her skirt was a shape-snatching skirt that enhanced her hourglass shape and stopped right above her knees. She had white sneakers on and a black strap complementing it, a tote bag, and a glass to keep her hair in check! She had few accessories on and I could perceive her scent from here. Hell, she smelled so freaking nice! She had a great fashion sense, one I never thought of, and a killer shape that made me want to go nuts. She cleared her throat softly in the air and I batted my lashes softly, soft enough for her to not get an idea of. Her shape was killing me and I swear down I do not know how long I would be able to hold it in. The urge to have an everlasting taste of her. “You are set for school?” “Yes,” she muttered in a low whisper and my cock throbbed in response. The same voice that got me wanking off in my room last night. “A driver has been assigned to you as well as two bodyguards. Pick whichever car you like from the new cars outside.” “Oh my,” she exclaimed, her eyes glistering with so much happiness. “Thank you sir.” she composed and I could tell she did a lot restraining the urge to jump on me. “Seat and have your breakfast.” She replied with a gentle nod and took a seat right next to me, her scent filling and tormenting my nostrils like she was doing all of this purposely. We settled into the food and the whole dining room went silent for a long time till my mind drifted off to Ama’s words from yesterday. “So you have a boyfriend?” I found myself asking. Her grip on her cutleries loosened and she hesitated a while before giving a reply. “We broke up yesterday.” “Why?” I asked like I cared. I didn't. I was trying so hard to burry the jubilation inside of me. “He rather bend and have his hole lubed .” A gay! I figured it out from her reply and smiled inwardly. “He never gives you a fickle does he?” “Not even a turn-on,” she replied with an irked expression and I felt superior. “How about me?” I didn't know when the question fell off my mouth but I loved how husky it came out. The room. Went silent and I sipped from my juice, staring at her in the most captivating way ever. “Do I turn you on?” I finalized and I saw her nipples reacting to my words. She dropped her cutleries and raised her gaze to me. “You don't just turn me on. You rip moans off my throat.” the blissful sound of her voice filled my entire body with pleasure and I needed one thing, to get down with her. “On the desk!” I commanded my cock throbbing and with the intense need to have her. And as slutry as I know she is, she was already on the dining table, kneeling on it like a submissive ready to take her master’s cock. She will make one. I got on my feet taking closer steps toward her and I watched as she reached for her boobs fondling them softly and giving me the most seductive glare ever. Oh heavens. This wasn't the plan I had for us. I know this isn't right, but I couldn't help it a bit. I thought I would be able to move past what I had with her at the restaurant restroom yesterday, but since the moment she stepped into this house, I didn't need to be told that I was done for. I am sorry heavenly brother Iviano, but promises are meant to be broken. My eyes fell on hers and I groaned out softly. “Sit your ass on that chair and spread those legs wide for me princess. I want to see all of you. I want to see that juicy hole of yours. I want to suck on this dripping pussy and I want to fuck you hard till you no longer feel your legs.”Chapter 9.Isadora melted into the kiss, her body arching forward as sexual sparkles flew across her system. Her heart raced rapidly in her chest as he kissed her hungrily, devouring every inch of her mouth.She knew she should pull away, of course she knew she should, but how could she? When his huge palm wouldn’t stop moving around her body, caressing and pulling her deeper into himself in ways that only made her breath flutter.This was terrible, the kiss, the want, the desire, and the way her pussy dripped shamelessly into her thighs, all of that was fucking terrible, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away, not when his hand was already sneaking into her clothes.Alessio’s breath turned heavy with every shared kiss, his hand moving around every inch of her body, pulling her closer and deeper into himself, while he sucked the breath out of her.This was insane, the softness of her body against his, the hardness of his cock within his pants. The air between them tightened, ra
Chapter 8. Isadora’s legs halted and she stood still, her heart pounding hard against her ribcage. Just when she had thought he had not seen her. Her legs wobbled, her back burning from being watched. She could feel Alessio’s gaze on her, burning and dragging across every inch of her. He was angry. He didnt know just how much he needed to express his anger. He had heard that Mitchell had a beatfriend. He has never cared about women or anything, but surely, he knew that he needed to care about the person his daughter moved with.And weird, but he had anticipated meeting her, he just didn't believe that the call girl whom he had fucked and enjoyed every inch of was his daughter's boyfriend. It felt surreal and on top of that, it burned, knowing that his daughter was friends with this kind of person, but what burned most was the tiny part of him that wanted her. The shameless part of him that wanted to strip her off every obstacle called clothes, spread her legs wider than that nig
Chapter 7.Dad? Dad’s best friend? No. No… this can’t be happening… her eyes moved from Mitchell then back to Alessio. This can’t be happening. The man who had spread her legs wide and fucked her pussy good was her dad’s best friend?Isadora’s heart pounded in her chest as his eyes dragged across her body, slowly unraveling and accentuating every curve like it was his first glance of her.His expression looked calm and collected, but she didn’t know what was going through his mind.What if? What if he got angry? What if he flared up? What if he turned to Mitchell, yelled and called her a fool for bringing a call girl to his house?Her mind raced with a thousand more possibilities and she just stood there, legs wobbling in fear.Mitchell stood between them, staring at her father then back at Isadora.“Why are you not saying anything?” she asked gently, nudging at Isadora.“Saying?” Isadora’s lashes fluttered and she blinked back, trying to process Mitchy’s words till they landed on her
Chapter 6. Isadora’s back arched off the bed, her stomach churning as his cock slammed deeper into her pussy. “Arghhhh!! God!!! Yes!!!” Her eyes rolled backward, pussy wrapping tightly around his cock while she trembled violently from the pleasure of being fucked rightly. “Damn!” Alessio gritted, nails digging deeper into her hip while he fucked her pussy harder, throwing his head backward from greater pleasure. “Oh… god… yes!!! I am…” Her body trembled, toes curling as he rammed himself deeper into her pussy which was now splashing around with juice. “I am going to cum! I am going to cum…” Isadora cried, tears rolling past her cheeks in pleasure. Alessio’s pace fastened, his cock slapping deeper into her wet pussy. “Cum for me,” he groaned, voice heavy and breathless. As though his words were everything she had been waiting for, her body tensed, orgasm crashing into her like a tidal wave. “Arghhhhhh…” She screamed, unable to control her body which was now thrashing back and f
Chapter 5. Isadora’s heart skipped at the sudden realization. Agency? Slut? Whore. All those names were for call girls. And she wasn't. She was a call girl. But how does she explain that she wasn't? How does she explain she wasn't a call girl when her body was burning and her pussy was dripping and desiring more of him? She should pull away, a voice whispered in her head, but Isadora was too weak, too needy, and too helpless to pull away. Her skin was on fire, and her pussy was pleading and dripping so hard for him to fuck her. She didn't want this… but her body wanted it and she couldn't fight against it. So she just settled into his huge arms, reminding herself that she would never meet him again, and this…. This was just a one-night thing, to get rid of the state Manson has placed her in. And to also relieve herself of this unshakable urge. The door to a room opened and Alessio walked them into his private suite, the cool air of the room grazing their skin as he shut the doo
Chapter 4. Slut? The word struck her like a slap, but his command struck her like lightning. Alessio’s voice was calm, too calm to have made her body jolt with so much sensation. A feeling rose between her thighs, daring her to take the bait. No one. Absolutely no one in this world has ever called her slut. But he did. And somewhere between shame and pleasure. She loved it. Her eyes dropped down to his cock, watching him as he leaned back into the chair before directing her gaze back to the tip of his cock that was already leaking with precum. ‘Leave.’ A voice in her head yelled… and something in her yeiled to that. Yes. She should leave. Just because she was drugged and dripping and unable to control herself doesn't mean she was helpless. With all power mustered, Isadora made to pull away, but just as she turned, Alessio's hand found her hair, yanking her back into her pussying. “Ouch….” Isadora flinched, her eyes squinting from the pain of his grip. Alessio leane







