Bourbon Street

Joan sat alone in the small apartment above Bourbon Street. She was listening to the sounds of the Friday evening festivities taking place beyond the private courtyard.

Walking out on to the small balcony that overlooked the courtyard, she glanced towards the street to see a small group of people heading down it with beverages in hand, laughing and chatting. Lost in thought of how different her life was now compared to her life back home, when a cool breeze caught the hem of her thin black robe and blew it open, bringing her back to reality. Struggling to grab the sides of her gown, and cover her bra and panties and tighten the belt, she didn't see that someone had entered the courtyard. Then there was a low chuckle, and the deep gravelly voice drew her to complete attention. Looking down, standing on the cobblestone walk below, was the man who had changed her life completely. He had brought her here, and for the first time in her life, she felt loved, needed, and thoroughly protected.

"Baby Girl, leave your robe alone, the view is great from down here."

Dropping her hands, she let the robe fall loosely around her while looking over the edge of the balcony at Dillon.

"Daddy, you're back! I'm so pleased to see you, and I have missed you so much!"

Taking in her curves, he motioned for her to go inside, walking to the outside entrance of the apartment. Using his key, he let himself in and headed up the stairs to the bedroom where he found Joan standing in front of the balcony doors, robe still open as he had requested.

Seeing him standing in the doorway of the bedroom, she was ever amazed at the size of this man. He was everything she could have ever asked for in someone to protect her, love her, and above all, "own" her. Biting her lower lip, she stood motionless waiting for his instruction. She could tell by the look on his face that she had displeased him in some way. However, she was hard-pressed to think of what it was she had done. Walking into the room, he sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, and continued to watch her without saying a word.

Joan wondered what her punishment would be for having displeased him. She had learned not to question him, even if it had taken several months of consistent training from him.

"Come here, Baby Girl, remove your robe and bend over my knee."

Filled with both excitement and fear, she removed her robe and laid across his knees as he requested. Feeling his warm hand run across her lower back, and over her ass cheeks, she instantly felt the wetness of her cunt increase, pressing her hips and pelvis on his thigh.

Dillon continued to rub her ass, then raised his hand and swatted her ass, sending an instant sting to her exposed skin. Five more swats and Joan's ass turned red hot and stinging, and involuntary tears rolled down her cheeks.

He continued to rub her ass for a bit; then he slid his fingers between her legs, pressing on her thigh, queuing her to spread her legs. He pulled her panties aside and rubbed his fingers along her wet cunt lips, sliding them along her clit and then deep into her. Moaning with the pleasure and rocking her hips, he continued to pleasure her to the point of climax, then abruptly stopping before she reached the level of joy her body was crying out to receive. He continued this until she was pleading with him.

"Please, Daddy, please let me cum!" As tears of frustration ran down her face, her moaning turned to sobs.

Only then did he bring her to the point of climax and beyond. As her legs and lower body quivered with the pleasure, her swollen clit throbbed while her juices ran and soaked the leg of Dillon's jeans.

Feeling her wetness on his thigh, Dillon moaned pleasure in knowing that he had satisfied her to the point of a gushing orgasm. Gently sliding her off his lap onto the floor, she instinctually went to her knees between his legs. Looking up into his eyes, she ran both of her hands up his well-muscled thighs. Joan's gaze dropped to the crotch of his jeans, licking her lips in anticipation. She inched closer, pressing against him, and sliding her right hand over the crotch of his jeans, feeling his rigid cock. Licking her lips, she looked into his eyes, waiting for his approval. With a slight nod of his head, he granted her permission for what she was craving. She eagerly undid his jeans, and reached into his briefs to release his huge cock from the cloth prison. Hot in her hands, her mouth began to water. Anticipating the taste of him, she lowered her mouth to the mushroom tip of his huge cock. Ever amazed at its size, she slowly licked along the rim and flicked the tip with her tongue as she massaged his balls. Dillon slid forward on the edge of the bed, lifting his hips and pushing his jeans and briefs lower to give her better access to his huge throbbing cock. Resettling herself between his thighs, she continued feasting on his cock. Soon, he was moaning with pleasure and rocking his hips forward, wanting her to take the complete length of cock in her mouth. She continued to pleasure him, however not taking in his full girth. Feeling empowered, she enjoyed this small level of control, knowing that it will not last long.

"Enough teasing me, Baby Girl! I am going to fuck your mouth, and you're going to swallow every drop of my hot cum because you are my whore and little fuck toy."

Grabbing her head, he forces the length of his cock down her throat and begins to fuck her mouth as her teeth scrape across his thick shaft. She sent rivets of pleasure into his thighs. She caused him to let out a primal moan that filled the room. His cock throbbing, he filled her throat with hot cum as he held her head with her lips pressed to his pelvic bone and her teeth scraped, leaving marks in the base of his shaft. Once his throbbing had subsided, he released his hold on Joan's head. She looked up into his eyes with cum running down her chin and smiled. Pulling her up to him, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her deeply and tasting traces of his seed still on her lips and tongue. Laying back, he pulled her on top of him, and pressed her hips against his. Moaning, she felt the juices of her cunt start to flow again.

"Daddy, please," was all she said as he rolled her off him and removed his clothes.

He stood in front of her, his cock throbbing hard once again. The tip of his member, level with his navel, was leaning to one side with its weight. Growing impatient, Dillon reached over and grabbed the front of her panties with both hands and ripped them off her!

Slamming her down on the bed and landing on top of her, he bit one nipple and pinched the other one, causing her to scream!

She closed her eyes and told him, "Daddy, please just for once no biting!"

He ignored her pleas; but lessened the amount of force. He opened her legs with his knee and pushed his hips into place. All the while, Joan clawed at his chest and shoulders. He continued his rough exploration of her body as he slid his huge cock into her tight cunt. Her moans were sending him over the edge. He fucked her hard, ramming his cock into her and biting her breasts.

"You're Daddy's little fuck toy, aren't you, Baby Girl?" he said in a low gravelly groan. "I'm going to fuck a baby into you my little slave."

With that said, his throbbing cock released another hot load of cum into her cunt. Moaning with pleasure and pain as her cunt muscles tightened around his cock, she reached her toe-curling climax.

Rolling over on to his back, he pulled her with him, keeping his huge cock deep inside her. Her head on his chest, his cock in her cunt, he wrapped his arms around her, kissed the top of her head, and soothed her while her body slowly relaxed. Soon they were both sound asleep. She was right where she had always longed to be in the arms of her Master.