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Playdate with the Playboy: Age Play Submission Dominant Billionaire Spanking Bottle Feeding ABDL Diaper Fetish
Playdate with the Playboy: Age Play Submission Dominant Billionaire Spanking Bottle Feeding ABDL Diaper Fetish
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Marcus Worthington is a highly respected alpha billionaire. "Baby" is just a regular kind of gal, working her way through college. Once a month these two meet for a fun-filled play date.
In the specially designed playroom in Marcus's penthouse apartment, he and Baby get their freak on with a naughty night of age play complete with cuddling, spanking, bathtime, bottle feeding and so much more. Let the games begin!
EXCERPT:
"Who's a good little girl?" Marcus asked softly.
I stuck my thumb in my mouth (which he loved) and sucked hard on it. To my delight, I felt Marcus's cock twitch under my sodden diaper.
"I think we'd better get you changed, Baby," he said, cupping my ass and rising from the chair.
He carried me over to the changing table and unpinned my diaper. After he slid the urine-soaked diaper out from under me, he lifted up the lid of the hamper next to the changing table to deposit the soiled diaper. I seized the opportunity to jump off the table and run over to the bookcase the other bottles were sitting on top of.
The thing is Marcus liked for me to do something "bad" or "naughty," if you will, at least once each play date. I figured this was as good a time as any.
I grabbed the other baby bottle filled with Bordeaux wine and lifted it up above my head as if in triumph.
"Baby, no!" Marcus cried, chasing after me.
Buck-naked I ran, darting past the Barbie dream house and over the toy railroad tracks to the bouncy castle at the far end of the playroom. Marcus could easily have caught me, but that would have spoiled all the fun.
As I jumped up and down in the bouncy castle, my tits bounced up and down too (sorry, Marcus). I concentrated on unscrewing the plastic nipple from the bottle. Finally I got open. I waved that open bottle up over my head, spraying the inside of the bouncy castle with expensive Bordeaux wine.
"Bad Baby!" Marcus shouted, reaching into the bouncy castle and clamping his fingers around my upper arm.
I shrieked as he dragged me out of the castle and threw me over his shoulder. Kicking and screaming (quite literally), he carried me over to the soft, plush blue velvet sofa. He pulled me up off his shoulder, holding me at arm's length while he took a seat on the sofa, and then he bent me over his knee.
"Bad Baby," he said, slapping me hard on my bare-naked ass cheeks with the palm of his hand.
I opened my mouth and let loose a loud, childlike wail.
"Naughty Baby," he scolded, and down came his hand on my ass.
He continued to reprimand me as he smacked my ass, and I continued to wail. I did my best to squeeze out a few tears, but unfortunately I couldn't manage that. Each time his hand came down, I felt it in my pussy. It was as if the sting from my ass cheeks made my blood flow faster in the whole pelvic region. My pussy lips seemed to swell, and I felt myself starting to get wet.
After I'd been sufficiently punished, Marcus lifted me off his knee and pulled me into his arms. I curled up against his chest, as he cooed sweet little "there, theres" to me.
"I'm sorry I had to do that, but bad babies need to be punished," he said.
I gazed up at him with my best wide-eyed innocent look. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
He squeezed me tight, but a girl can only take so much cuddling when her pussy is wet with anticipation. I wriggled out of Marcus's grasp enough to let one leg drop to the side, and I shifted my hips to offer him a full, unencumbered view of my pussy--lips spread and everything.
"Baby's pussy hurts," I whined.
"Oh, poor Baby," he cooed, reaching down to stroke my slick wet folds.
Suppressing a moan, I closed my eyes and relaxed into his arms as his fingers danced up and down my slit. Gradually, he nudged his fingers closer and closer to my clit, and when he finally hit that pulsating little pebble, my whole body quivered.
"Oh, Daddy. That feels so good," I murmured.
"I'm glad, Baby," he said.
I spread my thighs even wider and bucked my hips as he circled my clit. My whole body trembled with violent waves...
In the specially designed playroom in Marcus's penthouse apartment, he and Baby get their freak on with a naughty night of age play complete with cuddling, spanking, bathtime, bottle feeding and so much more. Let the games begin!
EXCERPT:
"Who's a good little girl?" Marcus asked softly.
I stuck my thumb in my mouth (which he loved) and sucked hard on it. To my delight, I felt Marcus's cock twitch under my sodden diaper.
"I think we'd better get you changed, Baby," he said, cupping my ass and rising from the chair.
He carried me over to the changing table and unpinned my diaper. After he slid the urine-soaked diaper out from under me, he lifted up the lid of the hamper next to the changing table to deposit the soiled diaper. I seized the opportunity to jump off the table and run over to the bookcase the other bottles were sitting on top of.
The thing is Marcus liked for me to do something "bad" or "naughty," if you will, at least once each play date. I figured this was as good a time as any.
I grabbed the other baby bottle filled with Bordeaux wine and lifted it up above my head as if in triumph.
"Baby, no!" Marcus cried, chasing after me.
Buck-naked I ran, darting past the Barbie dream house and over the toy railroad tracks to the bouncy castle at the far end of the playroom. Marcus could easily have caught me, but that would have spoiled all the fun.
As I jumped up and down in the bouncy castle, my tits bounced up and down too (sorry, Marcus). I concentrated on unscrewing the plastic nipple from the bottle. Finally I got open. I waved that open bottle up over my head, spraying the inside of the bouncy castle with expensive Bordeaux wine.
"Bad Baby!" Marcus shouted, reaching into the bouncy castle and clamping his fingers around my upper arm.
I shrieked as he dragged me out of the castle and threw me over his shoulder. Kicking and screaming (quite literally), he carried me over to the soft, plush blue velvet sofa. He pulled me up off his shoulder, holding me at arm's length while he took a seat on the sofa, and then he bent me over his knee.
"Bad Baby," he said, slapping me hard on my bare-naked ass cheeks with the palm of his hand.
I opened my mouth and let loose a loud, childlike wail.
"Naughty Baby," he scolded, and down came his hand on my ass.
He continued to reprimand me as he smacked my ass, and I continued to wail. I did my best to squeeze out a few tears, but unfortunately I couldn't manage that. Each time his hand came down, I felt it in my pussy. It was as if the sting from my ass cheeks made my blood flow faster in the whole pelvic region. My pussy lips seemed to swell, and I felt myself starting to get wet.
After I'd been sufficiently punished, Marcus lifted me off his knee and pulled me into his arms. I curled up against his chest, as he cooed sweet little "there, theres" to me.
"I'm sorry I had to do that, but bad babies need to be punished," he said.
I gazed up at him with my best wide-eyed innocent look. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
He squeezed me tight, but a girl can only take so much cuddling when her pussy is wet with anticipation. I wriggled out of Marcus's grasp enough to let one leg drop to the side, and I shifted my hips to offer him a full, unencumbered view of my pussy--lips spread and everything.
"Baby's pussy hurts," I whined.
"Oh, poor Baby," he cooed, reaching down to stroke my slick wet folds.
Suppressing a moan, I closed my eyes and relaxed into his arms as his fingers danced up and down my slit. Gradually, he nudged his fingers closer and closer to my clit, and when he finally hit that pulsating little pebble, my whole body quivered.
"Oh, Daddy. That feels so good," I murmured.
"I'm glad, Baby," he said.
I spread my thighs even wider and bucked my hips as he circled my clit. My whole body trembled with violent waves...
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