Chapter 266 - 265: Daddy

Chapter 266: Chapter 265: Daddy

"Good, keep holding that pose, Pam," Owen said. He felt deeply satisfied as he took in the familiar softness of her armpits and her natural scent. Even though her body was thoroughly worn out from taking his dick and was covered in a thick layer of sticky cum, her sweet smell remained strong and intoxicating in the warm air.

*Now then... let’s raise the difficulty a bit,* he thought to himself, a playful and demanding smirk crossing his face.

"Ah... ah... what do you want me to do next?" Pamela asked, her voice breathless and trembling as she waited for his commands. "Please give me your instructions..."

"I am satisfied with your upper body posture," Owen explained clearly, his tone authoritative and firm. "As for the lower half, all you need to do is squat down low until your ass is almost level with the sand."

"Ah... ah... is that really possible?" she asked, doubt creeping into her voice. It seemed incredibly difficult because the loose sand under her bare feet could easily shift and crumble away at any second, making it nearly impossible to keep her center of balance.

"Don’t worry, I will guide you," he said with a reassuring smile, sliding his finger straight into her wet cunt without hesitation.

"Ah... ah... no... you’re fingering me... ah... mmm!" she gasped, her eyes widening slightly at the sudden intrusion.

"I am," he replied smoothly. "Don’t worry about falling. My hands are strong enough to hold you."

Even as he focused on Pamela, Owen made sure not to ignore Stella waiting nearby. His thick precum was already coating her tight, virgin-like entrance, which was throbbing hard with anticipation and desperate need.

"Ah... ah... Daddy... I am about to cum... ah!" Stella whimpered softly, arching her back and twitching with desire.

"Wait a second," Owen told her, keeping his gaze fixed on Pamela. "I still need to help this cheating wife first. Don’t worry, you will squirt like a real slut soon enough." He pushed his finger deep inside Pamela’s pussy, pausing midway to tease her sensitive walls.

"Ah... ah... yes... okay..." Stella said, looking up to gently lick his neck while her busy hands worked overtime to stroke his hard, throbbing dick.

"Ah... ah... I am so sensitive... ah!" Pamela moaned loudly as his finger went deeper inside her, hitting all the right spots.

"Lower your feet," Owen ordered, his voice commanding. "I am supporting your balance, so just trust me."

"Mmm... your finger is inside my pussy... how can I regain my balance?" she complained softly, a mix of pleasure and frustration in her tone. "This is really... ah... bad..." Her bare thighs were shaking violently from the strain. It would be so much easier if she could use her hands for support on the ground, but the strict sow dance posture made that completely impossible. Even though she felt secretly excited to try it, she deeply worried she wouldn’t give a good performance.

"I know this is easy for you, Pam," Owen teased, chuckling softly. "You’re a total slut who will willingly spread her legs whenever there’s a big dick around."

"Mmm... as if I am that kind of woman... I am not that slutty," she protested weakly, bending her knees lower toward the sand while trying desperately to stay balanced. "I am only devoted to you."

"Yeah, sure... you are my favorite sucker," Owen chuckled again. "Now keep going. That’s not the end of the perfect sow dance posture yet."

Owen stared at her large, rounded ass, feeling a strong urge to reach out and spank it hard. *How am I supposed to ever get enough of a busty body like yours? I really love this village,* he thought to himself, nodding in deep satisfaction.

"Ah... is this low enough...?" Pamela asked, curious and slightly anxious about what other demanding position he was going to force her into next.

Morenne and Arielle watched her posture closely from the side, feeling deeply intrigued by the sight. They thought doing a pose like that for him didn’t look bad at all, and their minds raced with thoughts.

*I can do that... that’s easy,* Morenne thought to herself, watching the way Pamela’s muscles tensed. *I will do that during my own special dance later.*

*This is simple for me,* Arielle thought, feeling confident. *Working outside every day is basically heavy training. Squatting is easy.* Both of them shared the exact same idea: performing the sow dance with big tits and a large ass would surely earn them even bigger rewards from him.

"That’s good," Owen said, approving of her depth. "Now it’s time for the interesting part. Raise your heels off the ground and hold the posture."

"Ah... what? My heels...?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yes, you can do it," Owen insisted firmly. "Now do your job quickly. You need to start your sow dance right now." He began moving his fingers faster and harder inside her wet cunt.

"Mmm! Okay... but stop doing that... ah... I can’t focus... ah!" She raised both of her heels high into the air, finally reaching the full, precarious sow dance posture.

Her hard nipples pushed forcefully against the thin fabric covering them, clearly visible to everyone watching. Her thighs were spread wide open, exposing her dripping pussy, which leaked clear juices as he thrust his fingers rapidly inside her.

"Ah... ah... I don’t think I can hold this for long..." she cried out, her balance swaying.

"What are you talking about?" Owen asked, grinning. "This is just the warm-up, Auntie. The real dance begins now."

"Mmm... ah... what am I supposed to do...?" she asked while trying her absolute best not to fall flat on her face.

The other two women swallowed hard as they watched closely, wondering what was supposed to happen next. Was that pose not sexy enough already? What did the sow dance actually involve?

"Well, this is where it gets a lot more fun," Owen explained, his eyes gleaming. "Move your body up and down. That is the basic standard of the sow dance. It’s totally up to you if you can add your own style to it." He smiled broadly and turned his head toward the other two women.

"But before that... let me give my spoiled little Stella some attention."

"Ah... I waited for so long, Daddy... ah," Stella pleaded eagerly, her voice dripping with need. "Please make me squirt... like a slutty daughter who needs to be trained!"