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“A chance meeting might just become the chance of a lifetime.”
— Bruce Adler (via rabbruad1)
“I am kept awake at night by the idea that someone could have possibly tasted your kisses and let you go.”
—
daily-esprit-descalier
It’s a lazy, hot, humid, summer Saturday. We have spent most of the morning curled up together in bed. After a long morning of cuddling, talking about everything and yet nothing, passionate lovemaking and then enjoying an amazing brunch you prepared for me. I ask you to get ready; we have a busy day and night in front of us.
We are finally ready to head out it is early afternoon and the heat is just oppressive which made it very easy for you to dress in the shorter than normal skirt I had asked you to wear and while you never complain about not wearing panties when I ask, however today I think you truly are having one less layer on today.
I open the car door for you, you ask where we are going. I just
smile and say “Be a good girl and just
focus on following my instructions and doing what you’re asked. And remember to not say my name but Daddy.” “Yes, Daddy”
and a big smile is your reply.
We pull away from home; I tell you that while we are driving, I want you to be masturbating until we arrive at our destination but do not cum. “Yes, Daddy,” you say with your pouting face since I know how much you long to cum since I have been teasing you with both words and touch this morning.
The ride nears its ten-minute mark, your breathing is becoming labored and you are actually getting close to orgasm. You moan rather loudly as I told you to “step it up a notch”. I make the left turn into the mall parking lot and you say in between sighs, “People will see ME!” I just smile and remind you to be good. I make sure to lap the lot three times just tease you while I pretend to look for a good parking spot.
Finally, I park the car next to a jacked up, ‘Bubba styled’ pickup truck. Unfortunately for you, I didn’t notice, and you were trying so hard to edge but not cum that you would not have noticed a fire truck if it went screaming by, that the truck had an occupant in the driver’s seat. I get the car in park, I watch you continue in front of me, I unbuckle my safety belt. I reach over and gently grab a handful of your soft, flowing, freshly highlighted hair and turn your head so I can look into your eyes. I look deeply into your eyes, I tell you very softly, “Cum for me my beautiful pet”. No sooner had I uttered those words than you begin to shake, and a surprisingly loud combination of moans and one shrike, your body convulses, the pent-up orgasm finally is allowed to flow out of you. I allow you to catch your breath for a moment before I kiss you. We then make out like a couple of teens trying to get in our fill of passion in the few minutes left before curfew!
I pull away, and you put yourself back together before we head in. You check and fix your hair and reapply lip gloss. We are exiting the car, I say “Sorry sweetie, I didn’t realize the sunroof was cracked and you were a little loud.” You half blush, chuckle and at that moment we are both shocked to hear a man’s voice come from the driver’s side of the truck. The voice, with a hint of a “southern twang”, simply tells you, “Thank you, lady, for letting me see that. You’re beautiful and your man is a lucky guy.” Now you blush, stammer like a middle school boy approaching a girl for his first time. I decided to save you and just jump in by saying “Yes, I am a very lucky man and I hope you enjoyed it. Have a great day!”
You almost run to my side and I take your hand walking into the mall. “I can’t believe you parked there, had the sunroof cracked so everyone could hear and HE COULD SEE!” I just laugh and remind you that I had the A/C on so I forgot the roof and I know you will not believe me but I really didn’t see he was there.
We head into the mall and head right for our favorite store to shop. You have no idea what I am looking for but you quickly figure out it is for you because I lead you to women’s departments. I just hold your hand, leading you around and checking the clothes on various racks. Finally, I find just what I am seeking! A wonderful dress that it is formed to highlight your breasts and long enough to make you feel comfy in publicly but short enough that I will be able to easily slid my hand up to caress my beautiful pussy with ease.
I hand you the dress and ask you to try it on. You protest saying that the dress is just too expensive for something you will not wear that often. I just look at you and say nothing for what feels like an eternity and can see the look of discomfort on your face; the silence is weighing on you. I take a quick look around and we have the department to ourselves and the clerk is close but out of earshot. “Yes it is expensive” and I hold the dress to you and I visualize you in it, I continue talking, “but think I like how you will look in it, however, I want you to feel sexy in it too”. I ask you to go try it on to make sure it fits but don’t come out of the dressing room with it on, I don’t want to see it on you until we are ready to head out this evening, provided you feel sexy in it. You return from the fitting room, smiling broadly at me,
“Did it fit?”
“Yes Daddy, you’ll love it and I felt so sexy in it. Thank you!”
I take your hand and carry the new dress towards the clerk
at the check out counter, but I head to a check out that is not the closest one
to us but you don’t say anything assuming I didn’t notice that one. Instead, I have
selected the check out in the shoe department manned by what looks to be a
young college-aged man. We are checking out, he asks if there is
anything more we need today (while giving us that, “Open our store’s card today
and save an extra 10%” spiel). I appear
to react like the idea just hit me but it was actually thought out beforehand.
“Yes, actually I would like to get her some new shoes to compliment the
dress.” The clerk nods and says he will
be over in a moment after he checks out the next customer.
As we begin to look at the shoes, I whisper in your ear using the ‘this is not negotiable voice’, “Today you cannot remember your shoe size and you will make sure you sit so the young man may admire my pussy.” You face turns bright red, but I am so proud! “Yes Daddy, I will do just as my Daddy asks.”
The clerk arrives and I show him three pairs of shoes we have picked out for you to try on and I ask his opinion. He recommends two of the three and is refreshingly honest about not liking the pair I liked least. When he asks me what size to bring, “I’m so sorry. I just can’t remember my shoe size today. It must be the heat” you state with a nervous laugh. He directs you to a chair to sit down so he can measure and I wander off appearing to look at men’s shoes but keeping my line of sight open to you and the clerk. He kneels in front of you with the little shoe sizing tool and I am proud to see that you make a little show of shifting in the chair and opening your legs as he kneels. I can see that he is taking a just a bit longer than he needs and then is off to get your shoes. When he returns, he is fumbling a bit with the boxes and makes sure to be kneeling to ‘help you’ into the shoes. He is very attentive, even helping you out of the shoes when you change pairs. I wander back as you are looking at the second pair in the mirror.
“Sweetie, which pair do you like best?” I ask. “I want them both!” you say with your pretty please face looking up at me. I just give you a look that says ‘not today’ then I hem and haw a few minutes and pretend to not know which I like. So I finally appear in exasperation, and I turn to the clerk and say “Which pair do you think compliments her um…GREAT LEGS and the new dress?” The clerk just turns bright red as when I asked my question, implying I knew what his gaze had been fixated on. He seems embarrassed a bit and recommends the strappy heels. I agree and we finish checking out.
As we head back out to the car, you tell me that you can not believe how naughty I am being today. I just smile and say “Just wait until this evening. I just bought a dress that will make everyone want to watch you wherever we go and I am feeling very, naughty. So be warned, be nervous, and be prepared for my exhibitionist side this evening…”
The whole drive home you keep peppering me with
questions: What are you going to
do? Where are we going? What do I need
to be prepared for? And in between those
questions, statements like: I’m nervous. Please tell me what we are doing because I
need to KNOW. With every question, I
just smile and tell you not to worry.
Once we get home, you keep asking and making the same statements over and over. Finally, I reach the point where I decide to put a stop to it all. I take a seat on the couch and ask you to come into the room. “Yes Daddy, what do you need?” you ask. I ask you to strip to your bra and panties in front of me. You always have on the sexiest under-things and I know you always feel a bit nervous being nearly nude before me as you, like everyone, has things about your body you do not like. I command you to slowly turn around so I can gaze upon your beautiful form. Following your slow pirouette, I tell you to stand still. You quickly stop, and I stand, picking up the necktie that I forgot to hang up after arriving home from work last night. I gently place the tie over your eyes and tie it just firmly enough to keep it from slipping off and uncovering your eyes.
“Thank you my love”
I say in reply. “Tonight, you do not need
to worry about what I have planned. This
evening, all you need to do is remember that you are mine. I may push you, then again I may not. No matter what is asked of you by me, I know
you will reply ‘Yes Daddy’. So please do
not fill your mind with thoughts of nervousness or fear. Your Daddy will always protect you, push you
while keeping you safe and protected as well as love you. Do you understand all of that?”
The reply is exactly as I knew it would be. “Yes Daddy, I know I will do all you ask and I love you more” your sweet voice sings in reply.
I reach out and take your hand guiding
your still blindfolded eyes into our bedroom, remove your bra then your silky
panties and lay you softly upon our bed with the sheets all in a mess from our
morning spent there. I position you lying
in the middle of the bed, on your back careful to take the time to make sure
you are comfortable and then I place restraints on your wrists.
I sit next to you on the bed and allow my hands to explore and wander your body. Caressing every inch and make sure I touch you everywhere I want and try to not neglect touching you everywhere even though I am enjoying my play with your breasts. I make sure to touch you from head to toe while keeping myself from fixating on just your full breasts, however, I do avoid directly touching your pussy. I love watching you wiggle, gasp, and enjoy my hands.
I deliberately move my hand down to your begin tracing your pussy lips. I am rewarded with a soft moan and find you are soaked. I use my fingers to tease and tempt you. Since I have not restrained your ankles, you are swaying your hips, trying to guide my hand just where you want it to be. I know what you want. I know how badly you want me to caress your clit and bring you more pleasure. I deafly maneuver my fingers to keep that pleasure from your body even though I know you so desperately long to be touched like that. Finally, I command you to be still! And every so gently slide my very moist fingertip to your clit and you reward my hand with a long, medium volume moan. Slowly, I build the pressure and rapidity of my clitoral massage.
Once again your body is wiggling
and convulsing with my touch. I choose
not to remind you of my command to stay still because I enjoy your watching
your body spasm under my touch. Soon, I
know, you will be asking to enjoy more than my finger and not a moment after I
have that thought your voice interrupts your pants, moans, and sighs. It is so much fun for me to hear you try to
speak as I apply just a bit more pressure and just how you like it. “Daddy, please take me?” you ask me rather
disjointedly. I remove my hand from your
body entirely and answer “No you not yet.
I will take you when I want to.
In fact, all this work has made me hungry for lunch.” I explain. “Daddy please undo me and I will make whatever you want for lunch” you offer in
reply.
I stand up from the side of the bed and reply to you “No I don’t need to release you from your binding to enjoy the lunch I want today”. You now feel me lowering myself on to the bed near of the foot of the bed. Quickly you feel my breath being blown across my wet pussy. I love watching you get good bumps from this. Slowly and very gently I begin exploring your lips and pussy with my tongue. I am careful once again to avoid licking your clit directly. I’m rewarded for my “oversight” by your hips trying to thrust your clitoris to my tongue’s tip. I decide to no longer toy with you and I begin to aggressively lick you. Your vocalizations are music to my ears and if the window had been open I am sure it would have been an annoyance to our neighbors! As I lose track of time enjoying your divine taste and feel.
You stammer, “Daddy I’m cllllooosse….please don’t stop”. I decide to be devilish and enjoy how I have you. I don’t answer you since I have my mouthful. I would be rude of me to talk with my mouthful, don’t you agree? Finally, I have pushed you as far as I dare before you simply can not control your orgasm and it will happen no matter how hard I try to stop minus nibbling your clit. At this point, I withdraw from between your legs and you feel me leaving the bed.
I return to my seat next to you on the bed and I lean down and kiss you passionately so you can taste your juices on lips and tongue. I feel so lucky to have found a girl who values and enjoys making out as much as I do. After, a lengthy period of kissing, I pull away from your kiss and release your wrists from the restraints. I follow up by untying your blindfold and enjoy seeing you blink rapidly as the bedroom is brightly lit by the afternoon sun.
As your eyes are trying to adjust to sunlight, you tell me “Daddy, I NEED to cum! God, I need it so badly. Please Daddy; I will do anything you ask me!” I just smile and look into your eyes as I answer “I know you need to beautiful, however it still the afternoon. I promise you shall cum tonight but right now you may not. Besides look at the time, we need to get ready to head out.”
I leave you to get ready ensuring you can have all the time you need to get ready. I instruct you that I am not to see you dressed in your new dress until it’s time to leave. This is hard for me, as I love to sit on the counter in the bathroom and chat with you while you go through your process of getting ready.
Finally, after seeming like an eternity,
you emerge from the bathroom looking
absolutely stunning! The dress fits
perfectly, in fact, better than
perfect. I command you to stand still so
I can admire you. I am rewarded by
seeing your eyes light up and a broad
smile on your face as you know how pleased I am with how you look. I teasingly suggest if we have a waiter at
dinner, he will not look you in the eye and asked what “they want to drink”. You ask if it shows too much cleavage and I
assure you that it does not at all.
We arrive for dinner and I picked a new sushi restaurant
which has had few good reviews
online. The interior of the restaurant
is amazing with a beautiful Japanese décor complete with very private wooden
booths. We patiently wait to be seated
as I said we would wait for one of the booths.
As always, the time flies by as we focus on our conversation. I can not help but think how lucky I am to have someone so smart and beautiful.
We are seated in the booth and
our waitress comes, introduces herself and goes through that evening’s specials. I notice that she has taken several looks at
your cleavage. While we wait for our
drinks to arrive, I tease you that she must be jealous of your great breasts. I always enjoy making you shake your head and
smile plus I know my comment makes you feel even sexier.
I order dinner and we have a wonderful time talking and enjoying sushi. As it so often happens to us, we get caught up in conversation and our dinner has taken forever! I’m sure the waitress was hoping we would leave so she could get another table. Throughout dinner, I made it a point to always caress your legs and you are such the good girl that whenever my hand touched the inside of your legs you spread them without being asked. I know how much you want to feel my touch and finally get that orgasm. However, I refrain from touching your pussy and just gently caress your smooth inner thigh. We finish our dinner and I am careful to tip the waitress appropriately since we were there so long.
Following dinner, I tell you we are off to enjoy some music as well as dancing. I have found what sounds like a small bar that is actually featuring the music from the ‘Rat Pack’ this evening. Following the GPS’s directions, we find the smaller bar and unfortunately the parking lot is not too busy.
We enter the bar and find it is your typical bar set up. The bar itself is just a little off center on the right-hand side as you looked from the back to the front where the dance floor is. Along the wall on the right-hand side are high backed booths that look to hold at most four people but even for someone like me, at six foot tall, you would not be able to tell if someone was sitting there. The back left corner of the bar is home to a few coin operated dart boards and a lone pool table and going forward on the left-hand side are your typical higher standing bar tables and chairs.
There is a smattering of an older crowd in the bar sitting mostly in clusters at the tables on the left-hand side with a couple of couples dancing to the Dean Martin tune. They seem to be focusing on the music rather than conversing. I direct you to head towards the dance floor, hoping that my intuition would be right. I was rewarded by the pay off that I was looking for! The booths forward are empty and I pick the furthest one forward as the speakers are pointed to the back and so it relatively quiet here yet we can still hear the music.
I tell you to sit by me but we need to sit so we are facing the back of the bar so that the bartender can see that we are here. So hopefully we will not have to go to the bar every time we want a drink. We are rewarded with prompt service and to my surprise, the bartender/waitress is an attractive woman who is about our age or maybe even a touch older. She is very social with us and checks on us often without hovering. A rare find these days!
Since it is an ‘older’ crowd in the bar this evening the place begins to thin out before 10 pm, however, I am expecting that at 10 the music will change over to something modern and a younger crowd will stroll in. Without so many prying eyes, I discreetly slide my hand under and up your dress as I kiss you. I find that your pussy is incredibly wet which tells me you have been waiting for my touch! This time I am easy and kind to you. I quickly apply the pressure and caress that you love and this has you dripping wet. This time when as you moan softly, I ask you to not be quiet because between the music and the distance between people I doubt anyone will notice. We continue to kiss passionately and I still am touching with my hand. You are moaning and your hand has begun to rub my cock through my dress pants very vigorously! Suddenly, we hear the words “HAND CHECK!” loudly and right next to us! I pull away and look for the source of the voice and you drive your face into my shoulder as I am sure you are turning a shade of red to match your dress.
I see the waitress is the source of the “hand check” and she is laughing hard at our reactions and she expresses how nice it is to see a couple with the passion we do. Slowly, you put aside the embarrassment and begin to join the conversation. We discover through our conversation that she and her husband own the bar and her husband really enjoys ‘Rat Pack’ era music, so they decided to try a few ‘Dean Martin’ nights but unfortunately they have not been a huge hit. She excuses herself to tend to one of the few other patrons left and I suggest we take a spin on the dance floor.
Holding you close out on the dance floor is so special. I enjoy how you feel pressed to me, how it feels to lead you slowly as we dance to some Sinatra. While we dance we begin to kiss passionately and unfortunately for anyone watching my already poor dancing suffered more I am sure. However, what the couple of older patrons left thought was the furthest thing from my mind as we both become wrapped up in our passions. While we are kissing, I run my hands up and down your back and I so glad you are mine and you understand me, and I’m not able to control myself sliding my hands under then back up your dress to place them directly on your sexy ass. I am sure those left in attendance now know how much I love to touch and squeeze your ass while we kiss. Eventually, we are both dizzy with passion; I lead you back to our booth.
I am so filled with desire for
you that as soon as we are seated again I quickly place my hand back between
your legs and I am shocked when you don’t
part your legs as I want. “Spread your legs,” I say and your reply is not what I am
expecting.
“She is looking right at us, Daddy! I don’t want to get into trouble” you tell
me.
“Relax, if she or her husband has an issue, they will just ask us to leave and then you will be giving me some road head quickly!” I teasingly yet seriously tell you and I am rewarded by the immediate spread of your legs and the soft, warm, wetness of my pussy upon my very greedy hand. Very quickly and much faster than I am used to, you are moaning. “You have been such a good girl today; I want you to be my greedy little slut for the rest of the night and if you feel you can cum, please do so. However, remember my greedy slut does what her Daddy asks.”
“Yes Daddy, I will.” You gasp in
a passionate reply.
All of our kissing has left me longing for a sip on my drink we ordered so long ago. Just as I slid my hand away from under your dress and your hand releases from my hard cock that you were alternating between stroking through my pants or simply holding on to like it was a handrail while I touched you, our waitress and man we had not seen that evening, are walking towards us. I’m thinking that they are going to ask us to leave as I noticed how I had you positioned with your leg hanging outside the booth; someone walking by would have had a clear view of your pussy and my fingers working it over as your dress is pulled up revealing all your glories.
You haven’t noticed their approach, as your body gives a little shiver, your head is buried in my chest slowly coming down from my touch. I adjust your dress so that only if someone is standing in directly in front of you will they see your pussy but by doing so, I have placed my hand so you will not be able to close your legs since I will apply the force to let my girl know what her Daddy wants. I’m also not fingering you but I am slowly just petting your pussy. Touching it so that it feels good but my touch is a driving, demanding one and is rewarded with a warm, soft moan from your lips.
You jump when you hear a male voice say “Good evening” and you try to pull your leg back under the table. I must confess I am so proud of you!! You recognized by my pushing back against your leg where I wanted it and you leave it in place. The only drawback is your dress moved a little higher with your physical protest but I decide that I shouldn’t adjust it since you were actually the one who moved it. The gentleman, who walked up with our waitress, introduces himself as Michael, Michelle’s (our waitress) husband as well as the bar’s owner. I am thinking that where Michelle is standing she can see your pussy but since she isn’t said anything or moved I’m not covering things up. Michelle set refills in front of us and returns to mind the bar while Michael starts chatting with us.
I invited him to join us and we
enjoy our conversation with him. He is
very engaging, and to our surprise, he is
not what either of us expects a bar owner
to be. While we chat with Michael, I
still keep my hand up your dress, petting.
Either he noticed and doesn’t care, or he is the typical man who misses
the little details at times. Whatever
the reason, I’m enjoying myself and I know you are even though I am sure you
are nervous. While we are chatting,
Michelle interrupts us to ask if we need a drink and we don’t as we have been
talking and not drinking. At this point,
you do say to me “Daddy, I have to go to the restroom.”
almost forgetting the sudden intrusion of the vanilla world into our night. “Not at all and I hope everything comes out alright,” I say including the little joke.
While you are gone, Michael and I chat about Deano some and then he teasingly says to me, “I thought you two were going to fuck on the dance floor or here in the booth!” coupled with laughter. I teasing say back, we only do it on pool tables in public which caused more laughing. At this point, you return and you look a mix of upset and a little confused in your face! You say “Sweetie come dance with me!” I turn to Michael and say we’ll be right back and get up to join you for a dance.
As I pull you close on the dance
floor, I asked: “Are you okay?” “NO, she told me I had a pretty pussy and I
know she was hitting on me! What KIND of bar did you take me too.” You
demandingly say to me.
“Well, she does know a pretty pussy when she sees it! And who was it that you think hit on you?” I inquire.
“Michelle, our waitress! She was coming into the bathroom as I was
going out!” you exclaim.
“Sweetie, the position I had you in the last time in the booth and the way you moved when Mike said hello, you completely exposed your pussy so that where Michelle was standing she could see it. And since I didn’t attempt to cover it, I guess you could say I was ‘fishing’ to have it complimented.”
You react to my last comment with a laugh and a kiss. As we dance, I notice there is no one in the bar but the two of and the owners. So as we dance I begin to lift the back of your dress exposing your pantiless bottom to the world. Once again I am so proud of you for just accepting my will and not resisting my flashing of your backside. After a few songs of dancing and exposure, I ask if you ready to go home and please your Daddy. “Yes Daddy, take me home” you happily tell me.
One the way out, Mike stops us
to say goodbye and thanked us for coming
out and it is amazing how time can fly.
Mike informs us that the door is locked since it is after two now. So I teasingly say “Does that mean we can
fuck the pool table” followed by laughing.
Mike replies “Not on the table but you can bend her over and have her
hang onto the side” with a chuckle but yet feels like a hint of seriousness to
it.
“Sweetie, did I miss something,” you ask me.
“Yes, while you were in the
bathroom, I asked Mike if I could take you on the pool table.” You react with nervous laughter and
blush.
“Don’t worry it’s late and I’m sure that they want to get home soon sweetie,” I reassure you and that seems to calm you a bit.
And we start towards the door,
Mike asks like a sheepish boy, “You showed her pussy to my wife and she says I
can ask this, can I see it too?”
“Sure, Mike I can do that for you,” I answer as I pull you by your hand over to a bar stool almost directly under one of the lights in the bar. I lift your skirt and then direct you to sit on the stool. As you sit, I whisper in your ear, “Sit back on the chair and spread your legs wide for me.” “Yes Daddy” you softly reply as I begin to move to the side to allow Michael to see my most precious pussy.
“What did you say?” Michelle
asks as she stands next to her husband who I notice is carefully staying about
three feet back, with his wife’s arm around him. It is a relief to see neither of them is
trying to touch.
“Um, I said….I said….”you stammer not sure what to say as your legs are spread, strangers are looking at your pussy and your thinking if you should say I said yes Daddy. You are a bit overwhelmed unsure what to say…
“Okay sweetie, go ahead and stand up fix yourself. We have to get home and Michelle, she has a pet name for me of Daddy. So she said yes Daddy to me”. I explain.
Michelle says to us as we are waiting for Mike to open the door for us, “How cool is that Mikey! Are you two coming back for our next ‘Rat Pack’ night in two weeks?”
“I’m not sure….Think we could play on the pool table then?” I ask jokingly while holding your hand as we are about to step out into the night.
Michelle replies, “Sure if the two of us can watch the ‘game’ and one last thing, Mikey tell them the pet name I have you call me. Mike once again looks a little, okay a LOT shy and says very softly what sounds like Mistress.
Michelle says very firmly and clearly, so we could hear, “What did you say?” to which Mike replies “I’m sorry Mistress I was not louder. I call her Mistress”.
When I hear that it was like magic to my ears and I spin you around with me to face Michelle and I say, “How would you two enjoy just watching us play a game of ‘pool’ now?”
Mike turns and looks at Michelle as clearly, it is her decision to make. She looks us over, smiles softly and says “I would love to see how you two shoot, and don’t worry, we don’t play doubles.”
“Well sweetie, we don’t have to up early tomorrow, so why don’t we show them how we play?” and with a grin, you say “Yes, Daddy” with excitement in your face. I love that you are an exhibitionist.
I guide you by your hand over to
the area by the pool table and I carefully note that the door has been locked
again and as I embrace you with a passionate kiss, I’m keeping my eyes open
just to give a final once over to make sure that it is safe for us.
As I am scanning the bar, I notice that Michelle is off in the corner with her back to us and then I see the lights softly dimming. The bright “closing time lights” have been replaced with even softer light than before and Frank Sinatra begins to croon “Fly me to the moon”…
I step out of my black loafers feeling the hard floor of the bar under my feet and I debate having you remove your shoes but your pretty toes make the shoes just so perfectly, that I decide to leave them on you as surely Michelle will notice and even if she doesn’t, I have noticed and I love how your new shoes make your feet look sexy. As we kiss, I break the kiss off and in a stage whisper, “Sweetie undo my belt and help me out of my pants”.
You kiss me again as your hands spring to life and make quick work of my belt and before I can think of where I should set my pants you have them unbuttoned/unzipped and have pushed your hand right under my boxer briefs and you begin to stroke me just how I crave. As I let a slow moan go, you move to kiss my neck and hitting my spot all the while making sure you hand is moving on my cock’s spot as well. You are doing this so expertly that I loan loudly and my knees actually wobble.
Following my momentary wobble,
which I know pleases you greatly, I regain my composure and say softly yet loud
enough for Michael and Michelle to hear clearly, “Help me step out of my pants
as I want to show them how expertly you suck my cock.” “Yes,
Daddy” you reply and make sure to be loud enough to for them to hear. It turns me on that you are into this as
well.
Before I can move to help you, you have greedily pushed my pants and boxer briefs down to my ankles, helped me step out of them, and then flung them onto the pool table. You are kneeling in front of me and you place your hands upon my ass to use me as leverage and balance. You begin to take greedily take my cock in your amazing mouth.
“Isn’t it amazing how she sucks my cock?’ I ask our two spectators as they lean against one of those bar tables that are designed to sit up higher than the normal.
“Yes, she clearly loves to give her Daddy pleasure and she looks beautiful taking your cock in her mouth.” Michelle answers and then continues, “I hope you aren’t getting too excited that the game will end quickly.”
As soon as you hear that said, you pull my cock out of your mouth and while still holding it inches away from your face in your hand, you turn to Michelle and say in a very serious tone, “Michelle, I hope you both have a few hours, Daddy knows just how to play the game”.
I smile with pride at your comment and let a moan escape as you are flicking that spot on my cock with your tongue and judging by how you are moving you know exactly what you are doing, just like you always do.
After a few more minutes of enjoying both watching you and feeling you suck me, I need to be inside you. That primal need has reached the point where I am no longer willing to just enjoy your oral skills, I MUST be inside you. I gently stroke your soft hair and when I finally need to be inside my pussy, I firmly ball your hair in my hand, pulling my cock out of your warm mouth and bringing you to your feet.
Your eyes look directly into mine as I bring you up to stand and as I gaze into your eyes, all I can see if the look of pure animal lust and desire in them. That look turns me on any time, however, tonight it fuels me deeper than it has before. I smile brightly at you and turn you to the pool table and push you forward.
Your hands extend forward grasping the edge of the pool table and taking a great grip of the rail. I move into position behind you and lift the red dress up carefully and taking care to tuck it so that it will not come loose and spoil the view of our audience. I begin to tease you by sliding my cock back and forth against the warm, inviting wetness of my pussy. I am rewarded by you pressing back against me as I caress your lips with the head of my cock. Your pressure is your greed of wanting to feel me inside you. I am able to evade the greed of your pussy and continue teasing you.
“Don’t make her wait any longer…” Michelle says from her new perch beside us about 4 feet away.
Suddenly, my sexy little brat exclaims, “Yes Daddy, don’t make me wait”.
With that comment, I pull my right hand back and firmly smack your ass check which makes a loud spanking noise that rockets through the empty bar and you push yourself forward following the admonishment of my hand.
Michelle’s giggles explode and she says “It’s good that you can keep your girl in line”.
“She longs to be my good girl but sometimes her inner brat can’t help it”, I reply as I thrust forward into my warm, wet greedy pussy.
A moan escapes from you that is louder than normal and I realize as I begin to establish our rhythmic pumping in and that you are very turned on by our watchers. Soon I am pumping away, hands firmly grasping your hips and ass, just how you like and you are so wet and the air is filled with the sound of wetness mixed with the slapping of my balls against you which is completely blocking out the music that is playing from speakers above us.
“God that sounds amazing…” Michelle exclaims and is followed by Michael’s “She is so beautiful” compliment.
I thank them for their compliments and continue to thrust in rhythm slowly forgetting they are there as I pull your face to mine and share a passionate kiss with you. We are so wrapped up in each other, that it doesn’t matter we doing this in front of others. However, it stirs our kinky soul beyond our normal.
“I need your cum Daddy….I NEEEEEEED it….PLEASE, DADDY, give me your cum” you say breaking the cycle of our sex noises while our audience quietly watches.
“Not yet, I’m not ready yet,” I say seriously.
“Daddy my pussy is sooooooo sore, please Daddy, I NEED IT!
I do not speak a reply but reach forward and awkwardly begin to try to pop your breasts out and after you let me struggle for a minute, you quickly reach up and help me expose them for our audience.
With your breasts now free, I pull you upward by your shoulders so that they can see and admire them.
“Her nipples are gorgeous” Michelle shares and Mike says “They are amazing, you are a lucky, lucky man”.
I do not reply but instead guide
you away from the pool table and I sit down at one of the chairs and guide you
mount me. As you are about to sit down
and receive my manhood, I whisper “Turn around and face them.”
Without so much as a mild protest, you turn around, facing them and
sliding down on my cock at the same time.
I know that having you in this state you will not be shy about allowing
strangers to see your body.
As you are riding with your back pressed against me our hips moving in our personal rhythm, that is getting more and more demanding, I push you up and off of my cock before letting you set back down on me but I do not push my cock back into you.
You are grinding you sexy ass
that I own up against my hard manliness that is so covered in your wetness that
I doubt we would need lube if I wished to take you in the ass, although I don’t desire it tonight.
I ask “Mike could you do me a favor and grab my phone from my pants pocket?”
As he moves in front of us to the pool table, keeping one eye on where my pants are and one eye on my sexy girl who has just received my cock inside her again; he steps towards me carefully leaving distance and hands me my phone. I press a few keys and call him back over while you are pushing against me so my cock is as deep as it can go inside you as I feel my tip grazing your deepest limit.
“Mike press this button and it will start taking a video of us. Could you be so kind and kneel in front of us so you can capture my cock going inside.”
“I’d love to!” he exclaims and soon we are basking in the light camera light of my camera phone.
Although the camera light is aimed at our body parts that are united in erotic glee, it is so very bright and I blurt “Turn around and ride me so I can kiss you better”.
You rotate upon my cock and manage to keep me buried deep inside my lustfully driven pussy and plant a passionate kiss upon my lips. Soon our bodies are united in an amazing kiss that lasts several minutes and our thrusts have grown in rapidity and desire throughout our kiss.
I pull away and deliver a firm spank to each of your ass cheeks while you grind yourself against me. And
you begin to moan and grind against me with a driven purpose. I can sense that you are approaching orgasm. I say out loud in between moments of a kissing,
“I want to feel you cum while on my cock….your orgasm will push me over the
edge.”
You look at me with the look that I love. You are so filled with passion that to an outsider it would appear that there is anger in your eyes. I know what you are seeking as your grind ever harder upon me. I feel your body begin softly shudder just a touch while those beautiful fingernails are digging hard into my back but there is no way I am stopping you since you in the throws of massive orgasm and feeling it upon my cock has truly made me realize that I will not be able to stop my own urge to cum and your body is working so hard make it happen.
I begin to push you up and off my cock, so I can shoot my cum all over you, you look at me with your “possessed eyes” and with every ounce of your strength you force yourself down up me trying to push me in as deeply as you can. There is no denying that at this moment, all you want is to be filled with my cum. Nothing else matters to you. You are in a state of complete obsession.
I have to use more strength that I had imagined to break from your obsessed clutches and in the process of pushing you up, I spin you to the right and although it isn’t my intent, I am able to guide you to the chair immediately to our right. I’m a bit more forceful that I wished to be but you were in such a state transfixed by your need for my cum that I had no choice but to be so powerful.
As you sit down in the chair, I
reach down and grab my cock in my left hand, aim towards your breasts. Before I can manage
to stroke it twice, I explode covering your breasts
and dress with my cum. It was so
intense that I nearly collapse onto you; however,
I rock forward and fall on you as we kiss.
As we kiss, I reach down and begin to rub my seed into your soft skin.
After a lengthy kiss, we both come up for air and while I had forgotten all about our audience. Knowing that the throws of passion were over, I help you cover yourself the best I can and you probably could have done it much quicker had I not been meddling, but, I wanted to have a hand in putting you back together since I did bring on your undressing.
At that moment, I realize the light of my phone is still lighting us up the dim barroom and
I thank Mike for taking video as I take my phone from him and stop the recording. Then turn to help you up, but I find you are already up getting my pants off the pool table.
As we chit chat with Mike and Michelle, as we both get ourselves put back together, they complement our game and said it was the finest game of pool they have ever seen shot here. We all share a laugh and as they walk us out of the bar, we are invited back “anytime”.
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