Crush Daddy Dancer Novels & Stories

My breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples grazing his chest hair, sending jolts straight to clit. "Call me Big Daddy. Let me hear how bad you need this," he demanded, teeth on my neck, sucking until there was a mark on my neck. "Oh, fuck daddy, big daddy! Yes! Deeper!" Voice echoed off tiles on the wall, drowned by the shower. He released my wrists, his hand sliding between us; fingers found the clit, rubbing rough circles. "Cum for me. Cum for Daddy! Cum for Daddy." Tension brimmed as he pounded me harder; I bucked wild, chasing an orgasm. "I'm close! Don't stop! Ahh daddy!"

Mrs Mirabel instructed . He did as he instructed .Suprisely It was not just any van,a music van and then there was Daddy Yankee, the popular reggaeton artist, he started performing,the famous Despacito.The suprise drove the girls crazy.They all are huge fans,same with me.Everyone got into the music and danced with merry.I totally forgot about being the protective friend and rushed to the front , twerking to the sound of the music **BRUNO'S POV**

“Please—please, Daddy, fill me. I want your cum so bad. I want him to see you breed me—please pump me full while he watches—” Victor’s voice came through the phone, dark and thick with approval. “She’s close, son. Look at her trembling like that. Give it to her hard. Let me watch her come on your cock like the perfect little fucktoy she is.” Dante reached around and rubbed my swollen, sensitive clit in fast, firm circles while he railed me mercilessly, his cock driving so deep I swore I could feel him in my throat. “Come for us, baby girl. Come on Daddy’s cock while my father watches. Let him hear how pretty you sound when you fall apart. Scream for us.”

“Cum again, Cupcake, give Daddy everything.” “Godddd, Daddyyyy, I can’t, I can’t,” I moaned, but my body was betraying me, my pussy clenching, ready to explode. He thrust harder, his cock hitting that secret spot, and I shattered, cumming so hard I saw white, my screams echoing, my juice flooding, my body trembling like a damn earthquake.

"Ride it faster, Princess. Make this pussy milk Daddy’s cock." I went wild, bouncing harder, faster, my pussy slamming down on him, wet SLAP SLAP SLAP sounds mixing with my screams, his growls. My nails raked his chest, leaving red marks, my body shaking as I chased that edge again. "DADDY… I’M GONNA CUM… OH FUCK… I’M GONNA BREAK!" "Cum for Daddy," he roared, hand slapping my ass hard—CRACK—making my pussy gush.

Just then, I watched an amused grin form on his face. “Are you having a crush on daddy? Is that what it is?” I most definitely was, even more than just a stupid crush at this point, but no way I was ever admitting that. So, I had a question of mine and asked it instead. “Are you having a crush on little Amelia that's supposed to be off limits?” He glared hard at me, then he tapped my thighs, urging me to get up from his laps. “Okay, time to go.” “Why? Wanna bring Dakota over?” I folded my arms as I stood to my feet. I was just messing with him. I knew he wasn't lying to me. Sure I've been asleep but still, there were no traces of him bringing a woman regularly to his place except me.

The dancer’s scream sliced through the bar’s pulsing din as she hit the floor, yanked down by a man’s rough grip. A pack of others swarmed her, hands clawing at her skin, tugging her bra askew. Their laughter was a low, hungry growl, drowned out by a sharp voice cutting through the haze. “F*ck off! You lot got a death wish?” A woman in a crisp blazer stormed forward, her face caked in makeup, flanked by two hulking bouncers. The men scattered like roaches under a flicked-on light. “Eddy…” the dancer whimpered, scrambling to her feet, her body still trembling from their touches.

“Victor—Daddy—please—” “Damien—Daddy—harder—” “Reid—Daddy—don’t stop—” The frenzy built. Thunder crashed outside in perfect time with their rhythm. Lightning flashed across their sweat-slick bodies. They chased release together—Victor burying deep in her pussy, pulsing hot. Damien slamming home in her ass, filling her with a guttural groan. Reid pulling out at the last second only to thrust back down her throat, coming hard while she swallowed every drop.

My legs trembled so badly I could barely stay standing. But Damien didn’t stop. He kept banging me through my orgasm, fucking me even more roughly. The wet, filthy slapping sounds were loud. Anyone walking past the door might hear. He suddenly pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me onto the desk. Spreading my legs wide, he slammed back inside me and continued the brutal pace, staring into my eyes as he destroyed my pussy. “Tell me who owns this cunt,” he growled. “You do, Daddy Boss! My stepdaddy owns my pussy!”

Loud music pulsed through the air, colorful lights flashed across the dance floor, and hundreds of well-dressed people moved to the heavy beat. Daddy kept me close, one arm possessively around my waist as we moved through the crowd toward the VIP section. As soon as we reached the crowded dance floor, he turned the vibrator higher. The bass of the music vibrated through my body as the plug pulsed strongly in my ass and the vibrator attacked my G-spot. I pressed myself tightly against Daddy, gripping his shirt to stay steady. He smiled down at me and began dancing slowly, grinding against me while changing the patterns on the plug slow deep throbs, then sudden sharp vibrations.