All Chapters of Daddy's Crush: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

BEING HIS GYMNASTThe bright white lights above me cast an eerie shaft of illumination across the stage.I feel swept up in the magic of the theater, the drama of the greatscarlet curtains drawn back with golden tassels.The glossy but well-worn wooden planks of the stage creak ever so softly beneath me with every soft step.Every mottled whorl of the wood is a new texture on the sensitive bottoms of my feet, barely softened by my flexible acro shoes that feel more like socks.The ceilings overhead are vaulted to such a lofty height that it’s more of a sky than a ceiling. I can hardly make out the scarlet and gold damask design like I’m trying to see the surface of the sun. There’s a luxurious, opulent art deco design to the theater which lends a vintage touch, and the expert mood lighting makes for an ethereal ambiance.The audience is broken up into three levels, including VIP seats that flank the vast walls.The seats seem to stretch out endlessly in each direction from the stage,

I look around and see, with relief, that nobody’s paying attention to me. It’s pretty loud in the cabin anyway.It’s a busy afternoon flight, filled with jetsetters, businesspeople, moms with whining children, and even a group of young men who look like a sports team of some kind.All absorbed in their little worlds.I lean back in my seat and relax. A smile spreads across my face when I look out the window and see New York City shimmering like a flicker of light in the water.As we fly closer and closer, the scintillating cityscape comes into view. My jaw drops at the lofty skyscrapers, the glistening windows and metal siding of the buildings, and the twisting streets that traverse the bustling metropolis below.I feel a flutter of nervous excitement. It’s all coming together! My dreams of making it in the world of gymnastics and dance, of becoming a real star, are so close I can almost taste it.After years of hard work, I’m finally going to train with the best of the best, a talent

He slips away, leaving me to wander around the penthouse in a giddy daze. I unpack, I explore a little more, and I make myself a sandwich made of the most upscale ingredients I’ve ever seen outside of a fancy restaurant. I take a long, leisurely soak in a clawfoot tub while listening to music. I take my time drying off and lounging around in a fluffy white robe provided for me. After a while, I video-call my family back home. I have a great time catching up with my mom, dad, and two older sisters. I walk around and show them some of the penthouse, which they all find deeply impressive. My sisters, both athletes in their own right, are excited for me but a little bit jealous. My mom reminds me to be careful, my dad tells me to work hard and do what Coach Nick says. I’ll have no problem doing that-- in fact, I would do just about anything Coach wants. In or out of the studio.When I hear Coach Nick arrive back at the apartment, I quickly hang up the call with my family and listen for hi

She gets in her SUV and I slide into my slick little car for the long drive back to my hometown. It’s about a couple of hours, just long enough for me to get lost in thought as I roll down the highway. I think about what kind of a girl I was back in high school. Only a year ago, and yet it feels like another world.I’ve never been the quintessential “good girl” but I’ve never been naughty enough to land me a reputation as a “bad girl” either. My parents did a good job raising me. They are both kind, hard-working people who did everything to make sure I was taken care of. Maybe we didn’t have every little thing we wanted, but we had what we needed plus a little more. I’m an only child and the apple of my parents’ eyes. I keep a good grade point average but I’m never top of the class. I wasn’t the prom queen, but I had lots of friends.I remember the bell ringing at the end of math class. My gaggle of friends and I making our way down the row of desks to the doorway, giggling as we go.

I kneel, mouth open and tongue splayed out. I want to be the perfect student now. I have to make up for how bad I was before. Mr. Galloway stands up. His hand strokes his long, glorious rod in front of me. I’m dying to taste the glittering bead of precome at his tip. I reach out a tentative tongue to lick it off.From there, I’m hooked. I lean in and tug the full thickness of his cock between my lips, groaning at the aching stretch in my cheeks. His cock slides back and forth, in and out, and I bob on his shaft like my life depends on it. I hollow out my cheeks and force my throat to relax so that when his engorged head rams into my throat, I don’t even gag. I just moan and slurp him up eagerly while my pussy drips honey all over the classroom carpet.“Mhm. Just like that, Melody. Suck that cock for me,” he groans.His hand sweeps my long hair up into a messy twist so he has better control.“Follow my instructions,” he commands. “Take a deep breath and stay right there.”He tugs my ha