As Sunday morning dawned, Alex lay awake beside Marcus, his mind replaying the weekend’s sensations. Marcus had awakened a bold confidence in him, and now Alex wanted to repay him, to take the lead. Slipping quietly from bed, he dressed in casual clothes and snuck to the nearby sex shop, heart pounding. Being in the shop own his own made his feel like a little slut, which instantly tuned him on. He chose based on what he thought would turn on his Daddy the most: a flirty school girl style mini skirt and white stockings, the fabrics soft and daring, perfect for surprising the hot older black man that he'd left in bed.
Back at the cabin, Alex snuck in and changed in the bathroom, the stockings gliding up his legs like a seductive whisper, the mini skirt hugging his hips, teasingly short and just covering the top half of his white peach. He also added the 'Daddy's Girl' cop top to complete the look, wanting to appear innocent and cute. In the mirror, he saw a bold, feminine version of himself — girly, vulnerable yet powerful, adorable yet sexy. This was for Marcus, to please him, to show his growth, and to thank him for awakening something he'd been too afraid to explore himself.
Marcus slept, his muscular form sprawled, chest hair inviting, the morning sunlight highlighting the bulge beneath the sheets. Alex crawled onto the bed, pulling the sheets down to reveal Marcus’s powerful body. He licked his lips and gently woke Marcus with his mouth — soft, teasing kisses along his thighs up to his waist, over the short trimmed pubes, slowly down the length of the shaft to the tip. Once there, he grabbed the shaft with both hands, his forearms keeping him steady on Marcus's legs, and started to gently lick the tip. As Alex continued to lick, Marcus's meat twitched into life and started growing and stiffening right in front of his eyes. Alex smiled, so please with himself that he could turn this man on, then enveloped Marcus warmly, tongue exploring with confidence. The taste of him made Alex's hole start to quiver in anticipation, his own cock starting to harden at the sensation. Marcus groaned, eyes fluttering open, lust replacing surprise. “Princess… what are you—” he started, but Alex’s determined gaze silenced him, the surprise of Alex in a new outfit sending shivers through Marcus.
Emboldened by Marcus’s reactions — now fully hard and throbbing, his hips bucking, hands tangling in Alex’s hair — Alex felt a surge of pride. He was pleasing this commanding man, making him moan “Daddy’s princess.” The power was intoxicating, his own arousal building. When Marcus was throbbing with need, and well lubed from Alex's mouth, Alex moved to straddled him, the mini skirt riding up, and the stocking covered thighs spreading far to accommodate Marcus's large muscular frame beneath him. He guided Marcus so the tip was just at his entrance, feeling the pressure of the tip against his rosebud, as he slowly eased down the stretch sending sparks through his core — a deep, warm fullness that made him gasp. Marcus felt so deep inside Alex in this new position that he had to take a moment to get used to him. While Alex was still, Marcus was able to take a moment to admire the goddess on top of him; Alex's frame glistening in the morning sunlight, the slutty outfit hugging his toned figure, the feel of his thighs straddling Marcus's waist, the pressure of his tight hole around the thick daddy meat, and the beautiful look on his face as his sphincter relaxed and accepted Marcus deep inside him. Very slowly, with his hands perched on Marcus's chiselled chest for balance, he started to rock his hips back and forth. Feeling empowered, he set the pace, grinding slowly at first to savour the fullness, then faster, his plump butt slapping against Marcus's thighs rhythmically. Alex's body swayed hypnotically, and Marcus's hands roamed up his thighs onto his princess's chest, lifting up the top, thumbs teasing his nipples as he bounced.
Being on top felt liberating; Alex controlled the rhythm, cautiously bouncing up and down, adjusting to Marcus’s thick meat. Marcus’s eyes were glued to the sight—the smaller white man, his princess, in stockings, skirt, and crop top, moving with tentative grace. While still teasing one of Alex's nipples, Marcus moved his other hand to under his girls chin and circle his lips with his thumb. Alex instinctively open his mouth to suck, the thumb stifling his moans, loving the feeling of having Marcus both in his mouth and his ass. The contrast between the pair drove Marcus wild: Alex’s lithe frame against his own muscular bulk, the skirt swishing with each bounce, revealing glimpses of his plump ass, the stockings accentuating his thighs’ quiver. “God, princess,” Marcus growled, one hand now gripping Alex’s hips, the other still by his mouth, “you’re a vision, bouncing so sweet on Daddy’s cock. So tight, so perfect.” His words fuelled Alex’s confidence, the rhythm growing steadier, each bounce sending jolts of pleasure through him, the stockings’ silky friction amplifying every move.
As Alex rode, he felt Marcus’s thickness stretch him, hitting spots that sparked ecstasy, his body alive with sensation. The skirt flared with each movement, the stockings whispering against his skin, making him feel feminine and fierce. Juices began to flow — Alex’s riding causing it to trickle down Marcus’s shaft to his balls. Marcus groaned at the sensation, the wet heat coating him, a primal intimacy that heightened his pleasure. “Feel that, princess?” he rasped, hands squeezing Alex’s ass under the skirt. “You’re dripping for Daddy, making me feel so good.” The slick warmth pooling at Marcus’s base drove him closer to the edge, the intimacy of their shared fluids electric.
Alex rode faster, the sensations overwhelming — a building pressure, waves of pleasure coiling tight. Marcus’s groans deepened, his hands roaming the skirt’s hem, squeezing Alex’s cheeks. “Princess, you’re incredible,” he rasped. He then grabbed Alex's waist with both hands and started to thrust wildly into him, sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he just about managed to stay on top of this bull. Marcus's powerful thrusts were in perfect sync with Alex's riding, making him feel even deeper. Alex's legs started to shake uncontrollably, waves of pleasure crashing through his sweaty body, his pulsating hole now suddenly clamping around Marcus like a vice, so close to orgasm. With the unexpected new pressure from Alex around his meat, Marcus started to tense all over, his own orgasm building, until his thick cock swelled and he finally started shooting strands of hot, sticky cum deep inside his princess. The feeling of Marcus shooting inside him made Alex cum too, his own juice firing onto Marcus's chest and abs. His body clenched around Marcus, shuddering in ecstasy, the stockings trembling with his thighs, the skirt a blur.
Exhausted, Alex collapsed onto Marcus’s chest, legs still shaking in the stockings, his breath ragged, feeling his own cum between their bodies. Marcus wrapped his arms around him, gently stroking Alex’s back, fingers tracing soothing patterns over the skirt. “My perfect princess,” he murmured, kissing Alex’s forehead. As they lay there, Marcus softened, slipping out of Alex’s tight hole, followed by a warm river of his juice, trickling down Alex’s thighs, pooling on Marcus’s skin. The sensation was intimate, a final mark of their connection, leaving Alex feeling cherished, transformed. The sea whispered farewells outside, their bond sealed in the cabin’s glow.
