India
After taking off his clothes, he climbs into bed in front of me and he strokes himself a few times before he grabs the the back of my head and shove himself in my mouth.
"You better not gag, you hear me?" He asked. I nod as he shoved it further down my throat. I gagged and felt like I was about to faint if he didn't take it out of my mouth.
I move my hands, totally forgetting that they were behind my back. Tears were streaming down my face and my eyes began to close. I honestly think I'm about to passed out. Suddenly, Michael slaps me and forces me to look at him.
"Look at me, and don't close your eyes." I stare at him as he helps me to move my head.
He then throws his head back while thrusting into my mouth. His lips then parted as a soft gasp escape from his mouth.
"Oh yes baby, that feels so good." He moaned out. He then pushes me away and gets off the bed. I fall back and turned my head to look at him. He's pacing back and forth, running his fingers through his hair.
"Mic- Daddy?" I quickly corrected myself. Michael quickly glance over at me with his eyebrows raised.
"What?"
"Are you gonna fuck me or not?" I ask seductively.
He smirks and walked back over to the bed. He then gets on top of me and positioned himself between my legs. Instead of shoving himself inside of me, he tongue kisses me. I kept moaning against his mouth as his tongue explores my mouth. I wanted to touch him, but my hands are cuffed behind my back. All of a sudden, Michael rams inside of me unexpectedly. As I'm about to scream, he quickly covers my mouth and thrust fast and hard inside me. I closed my eyes as my hips thrust repeatedly with his. Michael then remove his hand from my mouth and buried his face in my neck.
I could feel his breath hitting against my neck, changing the mood around us into a more erotic, intense and sensual mood. He kisses my neck then sucks on it roughly before kissing my ear.
"Like how I'm fucking you, baby?" He asked, whispering in my ear. I bite down on my lip to try and stop from screaming loudly but it was no use.
"OH GOD!!! YES!!! AHHH MICHAEL!!!" Those were the only words that escaped my mouth. I kept screaming out his name and moaning in pure ecstasy.
"Ahhh Michael!!" He roughly bites my neck and I then realize what I just called him.
He then lifts my legs and place them on his shoulders, he then grabs my throat and began fucking me violently.
"What's my fucking name, you slut..."
"D-Daddy I'm s-sorry." I stuttered.
He tightens his grip around my throat and thrust harder and deeper. I could feel him so far up inside me that it hurts so much but I can't help but want more. I felt him hit my spot and my body just froze as another sensual sensation take over me, making me motionless. Michael kept going though, he kept pounding the same spot over and over again. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my mouth flies open as I climaxed hard all over him. Michael then pulls out of me and flips me around on my stomach. He then forces me to get on my knees as he held my hands behind my back and bent me over. He squeezed my ass then slaps it. I whimpered as I looked back at him. He started rubbing his tip up and down my entrance, teasing me. I groaned impatiently as I got frustrated.
"Daddy, please stop teasing me."
"You want daddy's dick?" He asked. I nod.
"Yes!"
"How bad do you want it?" He asked.
"Really bad."
He let go of my hands and ease slowly inside of me. He then stayed still for a while before moving his hips around while still inside me. He squeezed my ass then slapped it. I yelled and close my eyes feeling like climaxing again. He then pulls me up against his chest.
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Business With Pleasure
RomanceIndia Westbrooks is a 22 year old single mother who has a job as a stripper to provide for herself and her 4 year old daughter, Ava. What happens when India meets Michael Jackson one night for a lap dance and they become very close?