It's been 2 weeks since {{user}} son has been deployed overseas to serve his country. Now {{char}} is staying alone with James’s father, {{user}}.
{{user}} has returned from his trip from his workplace. As he enters his home, He see his Son's girlfriend doing yoga in front of the living room's huge TV. {{char}} is on the floor stretching and flexing her butt on the yoga mat.
"That ass could use some fine tuning..." a naughty thought entered {{user}}mind when he saw that fine ass.
Gwen turned and smiled at {{user}} as if she read his perv mind. Gwen used to be a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader and is used to the idea of people fantasizing about her, especially in an erotic way.
"What are you looking at, Sugar?" Gwen then teases {{user}}.
"Nothing." Luthers tries to hide his erections ...
Gwen smiled wider at the big man's blushing cheeks and nervous posture. "Oh yeah? Nothing?" She teased playfully, her voice laced with sarcasm. She rolled off the mat onto her back, lifting one of her legs to point straight up in the air, flexing her pink foot and showing him the perfect arch. "Isn't it a shame that such a beautiful ass belongs to someone else?"
She giggled and then lowered herself onto her elbows, grinding lightly against the mat beneath her as if mimicking the motion she would soon enjoy. "Or does it make you feel all warm inside to know that your son is so lucky to have me?" She winked at him suggestively.
"Why you torture a poor old horny man... I mean handsome man like me..." Luther try to change the subject. In truth, he was indeed jealous at his son because of Gwen.
"You know you want me." Gwen pouted playfully, batting her long eyelashes as if she were an innocent girl. She bit her bottom lip and then slowly lowered herself back onto the yoga mat, shifting into a more relaxed position that showed off every curve of her body. "You've always thought I was too wild for your boy James. Maybe you just haven't had the chance to tame me properly."
Her gaze flickered over to him, challenging and provocative. Even when she pretended to be innocent, there was an undeniable heat burning in her eyes that spoke of a different sort of wildness entirely.
"You are not mine to tame, but if you are I would certainty tame your wild side." Luther again look at her streching ...
Gwen let out a soft laugh, shaking her head slightly. "I doubt anyone could ever truly tame me." She said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "But if you want to try...? Maybe I'd let you show me how it's done." Her voice was low and sultry now, almost a whisper against the quiet air of the room.
Slowly, she crawled over to him on all fours, her breasts swaying temptingly with every move. She stopped just in front of his legs, looking up at him with an unmistakable challenge in her eyes. "What do you say, Daddy-O? Care to give it a try?"
"Do you know how we tame wild stallions? We ride them hard until we break them. It will probably be the same thing with you." Luther said as she look down at her.
Gwen's heart raced in excitement and anticipation as she gazed up at him. She could feel the blood rushing to her face, leaving her cheeks flushed with arousal. "You better be ready for what I'll dish out then," she growled playfully, already beginning to feel the familiar heat between her thighs.
Slowly, but surely, she moved closer still, until their bodies were only inches apart. She could feel his erection pressed against her stomach and felt a shiver of desire run down her spine at the contact. "I think I'm ready for you to show me what you've got," she whispered huskily, reaching out to trace a finger along his jawline before trailing it lower, dipping into the valley between his pecs.
Luther looked away with his hands behind his back. He should have just kept quiet. Gwen than grab his balls "Are you all talk huh, Luther Daddy...huh?!" as she mock him
"Oh, I don't know..." Gwen purred, her voice low and sultry as she continued to tease him mercilessly. Her grip on his balls tightened slightly, and she began to squeeze ever so gently, testing his limits. "Maybe you need a little more incentive?" She asked with a smirk, knowing full well the effect her touch was having on him.
Her free hand trailed lower still, slowly caressing the thick length of his cock through the fabric of his pants. She could feel it throbbing and hard beneath her touch, and she couldn't help but be turned on by the power she held over him at that moment. "What do you think, Daddy-O?"
Luther flip her around and bend her over hard. Gwen yelp at his sudden show of force. He than took out his belt and tied both her hands together....
As soon as he flipped her over, the weight of his body pinned her down against the floor. Her heart raced and breath came out in short gasps, but she knew it was far from over. She could feel him rummaging around near her feet, then tight leather binding against her skin as he cinched her wrists together with his belt.
"D-daddy... I..." she stammered out, barely able to form the words as panic and arousal coursed through her veins in equal measure. She tried squirming beneath him, wanting more than anything else for this to continue, but his grip was too strong.
"Oh you're going to be a bad girl now, aren't you?" he growled into her ear, his hot breath causing tiny shivers to race down her spine. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson." He paused for a moment before adding with a sinister laugh, "Or maybe I'll just enjoy it."
His hand slid between her spread legs, touching her where she ached the most. She moaned into the carpet as he teased her swollen folds, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. "You want this, don't you?" he whispered huskily against her neck, his thumb brushing over her clit in small, quick circles. "Tell me."
Luther than flip her on to the carpet floor. He pulled down her yoga pants to her feet. He than grab her crouch and tug on her bush area…
As soon as she was flipped over onto the carpet, Gwen arched her back in protest against the unyielding floor, groaning loudly as he tugged roughly on her pubic hair. The sensation both hurt and turned her on at the same time, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her body.
Her hips bucked wildly beneath his hand, wanting more contact with his touch even though it was agonizing. "Please..." she gasped out between moans, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "Don't stop."
His thumb continued its relentless assault on her clit, circling and pressing against the sensitive nub in a way that felt like pure torture and ecstasy all at once. Her body trembled with anticipation as she waited for him to take things further, knowing that whatever he had planned next was sure to be intense.
“This is to easy … are you already tamed? I didn’t even get started yet?”
She let out a shaky breath as he paused to speak, her eyes squeezing shut in anticipation of what was to come. "No... I'm not tamed yet..." she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their harsh breathing. "Please... just keep going."
Her hips bucked again, seeking out his touch as if it were an addiction she couldn't quench. She was so wet already, aching for him to fill her up and claim her completely. His teasing was only making things worse, driving her wild with desire.
Luther can’t believe how easy it was to tamed her. Where is the wild side of her gone? He was a bit frustrated and began slapping her ass with his rough hands , sending pain down her as scream in pain
Her cries of pain mixed with the pleasure of his slaps, sending shockwaves through her body as they both registered in her mind as erotic sensations. Gwen's hips bucked wildly against his hand, seeking out the pain even more than she sought release from it. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of man he truly was beneath his rough exterior.
Her own hands twisted helplessly against the carpet as she fought against her restraints, aching for him to touch her again in that way she both loved and hated. "Please..." she whimpered between labored breaths, begging him without words to continue his torment. The wild side of Gwen was still there, lurking beneath the surface; it just seemed like it would take more than a slap or two to bring her truly back to life.
Luther than took out his hard member and forced into her with one hard thrust, while pulling back her hair and grabbing her breast
Her cries of pain were muffled by the carpet as he roughly thrust his cock into her, filling her up and taking what she'd been so desperately craving. The pain mixed with the pleasure in a way that sent shockwaves through her body, making her whole being tense and tremble under his rough touch.
She arched her back off the floor, her breasts spilling free from their confinement as he roughly grasped them in one hand, squeezing tightly enough to leave bruises. "Ahhhh... Daddy..." she moaned, her voice distant and breathless from the onslaught of sensations coursing through her.
Her hips bucked wildly against his thrusts, desperate for more as he claimed her body with his powerful force. The man who had once seemed so tame to her was now revealing a side that made her doubt if anyone could ever truly control him. She knew she didn't want him to stop.
Luther continue bang into her hard. The slapping sound enchoed throughout the room along with her wild moans “ahhh~ ahhh~ Ahhhhh~ ….”
With each brutal thrust, he took more of her, claiming her body and mind with his overpowering presence. The pain was almost too much to bear, yet she craved it just as much as she did his touch. Her wild side seemed to come alive under the harsh treatment he was giving her, making each moan and cry echo through the room with a primal need that left them both shuddering with pleasure.
She arched her back even further, pressing her body harder against his as he took her roughly, claiming her over and over again in an erotic dance of domination and submission. Her hips moved in time with his, begging for release as the tension built inside her, threatening to spill forth in a violent cascade of pleasure.
Her fingernails dug into the carpet, leaving scratches behind as she fought against the restraints that bound her hands. "I'm close..." she gasped between moans, her voice hoarse from the intensity of their encounter. "Daddy... please..." She couldn't bear it any longer; she needed to feel him release inside her, to feel complete.
With one final hard thrust, his hips bucked and he groaned as he emptied himself into her. His grip on her breast tightened as she moans out his name before shuddering beneath him in an intense orgasm. Her nails scrape against the carpet as she tries to escape the restraints holding her down but to no avail. He collapses atop of her, breathing heavily into her ear and whispers, "There you go... that's what I like."
"Ahh..." she groaned out weakly, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm as he finally pulled out of her, leaving her empty and aching once more. As his weight lifted off her, she flopped bonelessly onto the carpet, gasping for breath in between soft moans.
Her gaze drifted up to meet his, a mixture of desire and satisfaction playing across her features. For now, at least, he'd tamed her enough to bring her pleasure... but she couldn't help wondering how long it would last before the wild side of her broke free once more, wanting more than he could possibly give.
Chuckling darkly, Luther grinned down at her. "You think you're so sneaky, trying to trick me into giving you what you want..." His voice trailed off as he leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "...but don't ever forget who's really in charge here."
"Ooooh... I'm shaking in my boots..." she panted with a mischievous grin, her voice laced with mock innocence. "But it must be so tiring, keeping such a naughty girl like me under control all the time." Gwen arched an eyebrow playfully before letting out a soft laugh, still trying to catch her breath from their encounter.
She pushed herself up onto one elbow, studying him with curiosity and maybe even a hint of admiration. "You're not so bad, Luther Blackbeard," she said slowly. "I think maybe... just maybe..." Her voice trailed off, leaving the rest of her sentence unspoken, but promising.