RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 303: Hidden Scenes

The issue of Dina wanting VIP access to my dick wasn't something I bothered to think about.

Her reasons and her goals for making that statement didn't concern me. Sophie would decide how much of that wish would come true and that was still the first obstacle. Dina had not yet met Valera.

With her stomach flat, impaled on my cock, Dina adjusted herself so she was standing on her feet. Then, placing her hand on my chest, particularly my nipple, she lifted her ass and began bouncing.

Wild, just like I had said.

The woman had no care for the fact that her nipples recklessly flicked left and right. She rode me like a mare starved for mating. And for a while, I let her do as she wished. I was, after all, enjoying it.

"Anghh... anghh... anghhhh..."

"Rahh... rahh... rahhh..."

Sometimes she was a woman in heat, and sometimes an animal desperately trying to satisfy that heat.

I let her have her fun on my dick until my body was stoked to full and I felt myself approaching the peak.

"Anghhh..."

By this time, after riding my dick for so long and soaking it in her juices, Dina's body was fully stimulated.

The woman practically breathed horniness, and her breasts, also basking in pleasure, had their nipples erect and jutting outward.

My hands moved up and grabbed Dina's swaying breasts. After squeezing and sinking my fingers into the large, soft flesh, I grabbed onto her nipples and pulled.

My pull wasn't so strong that it would harm her, but it was firm enough that Dina had a decision to make: either stubbornly maintain her position and risk hurting herself, or resist and cry out in pain.

Unfailingly, Dina abandoned her route. Dropping to her knees, she settled above me and, staring into my eyes, obeyed when I told her to ride.

Her breasts tensed and stretched before me, and Dina's butt cheeks more controlled this time, moved up and down my length.

"Hmmm!!"

"Fuck."

It was like I had the woman on a leash and made her play as a cow. As she lifted and dropped her ass on my dick, clapping sounds rang out. When I pulled on her piercings a bit harder, stretching her already stretched boobs, she cried out almost like a cow in heat.

We stayed in this position for over ten minutes, Dina becoming completely drenched in sweat. Her body, especially her knees ached as I made her ride nonstop before we finally came to a halt.

Head and chest pressed to the bed, ass raised high in the air as she rested on her knees.

That was the next position we switched to, and knowing it would be the final one, I pounded Dina hard from behind.

"Oh nooo... noooo... daddy... daddy... daddddyyy... hnnnnng...!"

Having already instilled in her the proper terms to use while I fucked her, painful smacks being a good teaching method, I let myself get lost in the feel of the woman's cunt and the softness of her ass.

Paa!!

Paa!!

Along with her wetness, each time I drove my full length into Dina, hypnotic sounds rang out. Minutes later, as the sounds began to occur too fast to be normal, Dina's moans turned into a scream. When I released my first shot into her snatch, the woman buckled and began spraying both me and the bed, her body trembling so hard I had to press down on her back as I hammered and emptied my balls into her warm cave.

Hmmm!!

After the scream came a loving groan from Dina, her body relaxing and ass softening as she let out the last of her juices and began to settle.

Behind her, I planted my balled fists on both sides of her body, breathing heavily and admiring the curve created by her current posture.

"I want more," Dina's voice rang out as I pulled my dick out of her, white liquid dripping from her snatch the moment I unplugged it.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yessss," Dina replied, not bothered by the fact she had to whine, as long as it brought my dick back to her.

"Even if someone is currently watching us?"

The thing was, all this while Dina had been talking, she remained in her same position—on her knees, chest pressed to the bed.

But the moment she heard my words, she immediately sprang up, flipping midair and landing on her butt. She quickly scrambled around for the sheets and covered her body, her eyes scanning around in panic.

"Don't tell me you have a husband."

"I'm divorced. That's sad."

"The marriage had run its course."

"You're not even up to 30."

"My ex-husband was a cowardly prick."

"If you say so."

Dina immediately scowled, her expression making it clear she now had a problem with me. But just as she moved to throw a tantrum and try to make me see her side of things, her face froze.

She remembered a much bigger problem.

"Where is the camera?"

"What camera?"

"The one you're using to video us."

"I'm not videoing us."

"But you said we were being recorded."

"Yes."

"By who?"

"I don't know."

"Huh?"

"I just had the feeling."

Dina's face twisted at my words, anger bubbling within her, and then she exploded.

"What do you mean you just had a feeling? Do you understand that you just ruined our....."

While Dina ranted, I was more focused on the scenes taking place, scenes our eyes could not see. And it wasn't because they were spiritual or supernatural. It was because they were hidden behind walls.

The first was the man hiding within a small concealed compartment in the room.

Just across from us, on the wall at the end of the room, there was a hidden space behind it. A round cut on the wall was disguised by a mirror placed over it.

The second scene was that of Amber, who all this while had been hanging out on the main deck socializing. She had now excused herself and, heading down to the lower deck, was rapidly making her way toward our room.