I saw his attention was taken by her. She was short, petite, and tan. Her face was masked, but I could tell i wouldn’t like it. It didn’t matter. This wasn’t about me. This was about Daddy’s connection to her.
I knew what he was thinking. He wanted to fuck her. I envisioned her wet pussy dripping on his cock. My mouth watered as I imagined what she tasted like. Her face no longer mattered. All I focused on was her wetness on his cock. The sound of him longing for her to make him cum.
I could see his body tensing up while she rode his cock. I would be sitting on the edge of the bed as she pleased him. She would look at me while she rode his cock trying to make me jealous, and the energy would make me increasingly turned on instead. I can feel myself soaking the sheets underneath me while I’m just begging to touch myself.
Daddy says I’m a bitch, but he’s always the moody one. I have a difficult time even in my fantasies deciding what he would allow. I’m going to say with her he would make me wait for satisfaction. He might let me touch everywhere but my clit. He enjoys watching me squirm.
Tears form in my eyes from the desperation to touch my pussy. As I write this my pussy is throbbing. Daddy would be completely enveloped in her. I’d rock back and forth but I wouldn’t use my hands to rub myself.
He stops and opens the door to go inside of the store.
Reality hits.
My pussy is soaked. “Daddy may I rub?” He allows me to touch myself, as long as I agree to only rub while I watch her. I’m in the car. Can anyone see me? I slide my hands down my pants and walk my fingers to my lips. The wetness is seeping through my pants. I’m not wearing panties today.
I work my middle finger to my opening. My pussy is completely soaked. I rub my wetness around my swollen clit, keeping my eyes on her at all times. I feel uncomfortable, dirty.
I’m in a parking lot masturbating to a stranger walking to her car.
Walk slowly please, I think to myself. The pressure and speed of my finger on my clit increases. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkk. I’m so turned on. I want to watch her on Daddy’s cock so badly.
I want to push her back on a bed and lick her pussy with my tongue to prepare her for Daddy.
I want her soaking wet for him…she walks over to him and bounces on his big, hard, cock….I rub harder and harder….faster and faster…It feels so good.
She gets into her car and I can’t see her anymore. I’m supposed to stop, but I see her car. Does that count? He’s not around. I keep rubbing until I see her vehicle turn right. She’s gone. He’s walking toward the car. Fuckkkkk. It feels so good I don’t want to stop, but I have to. I don’t want to get in trouble. I want to be obedient. I want to be good. I think of him calling me a good girl.
“Be a good slut you stupid whore”…I repeat this in my head a few times as I slowly stop rubbing. I keep my hand there for a moment without moving. He opens the door.
She’s gone. He’s here. I’m dripping.
Please Daddy, read my mind. Touch me…I’m about to explode….
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