We wander into the park. Just another nice couple holding hands. They can’t see the vibe buzzing away in my crotchless panties, or its remote in your pocket.
Catching my eye, grinning, you turn up the intensity.
“Baby… God,” I say in a low strangled voice.
“That’s not what you call me,” you say, squeezing my ass through my skirt.
I glance around furtively. “Daddy.” I say quietly.
“What was that, baby?” You say loudly, still with that infernal grin on your face.
“Daddy…” I say raising my voice, trailing off as you grip my ass harder.
“Good girl. Now, this way.”
We plunge into a wooded area, and you find a little clearing. Perching on a log, you spread your legs, pat them. I sit on your lap, straddling you.
You use one arm to cradle me close while the other plays with my pussy. You grin at the feel of my drooling pussy, so hungry for you. You oblige and slide two fingers in, curling them up. You kiss my forehead. I normally love that, but I’m too busy biting my lip so I don’t make a sound. I’m terrified someone might find us. I’m excited that someone might find us.
I’m a mess, and not just because of your merciless finger-fucking. I sound so *loud*.
“Your slutty little pussy is gobbling up my fingers so noisily, angel. It’s going to get us caught.”
I tense up.
“Relax princess.”
“But what if someone does catch us daddy?”
“That’s half the fun, sweetie. And if they do… Well they’ll see you as you truly are. A dirty little slut who’ll be used anywhere and in any way she’s told to.”
My pussy tightens at the thought of that. Someone else, a complete stranger, knowing what a whore I am for my daddy.
“Daddy… I’m gonna cum.”
“Hold it, babygirl. You know what to do.” You switch off the vibe, remove your fingers.
“Ten, nine, eight…” I count in a wavering voice. You plant little butterfly kisses at the corners of my mouth, the tip of my nose, down the line of my jaw. It makes me struggle to concentrate.
“Three, two, one…” I finish. Both stimulations return full force.
“Cum for me angel.” You say against my lips. My body explodes into climax, pulsing around your fingers. My skin tremors. You pull me closer as I ride out my orgasm, breathing heavily, eyes dark and unfocused. My juices soak your hand, and I watch as you lick it clean.
“My turn, don’t you think?” You ask, once I’ve returned to myself.
I nod.
“On your knees then. I’m yours now.”
“You are, are you?” I ask, eyebrow raised.
“Yes, Miss.” You mumble, flushing.
It’s adorable.
Warmth infuses my voice as I say: “But you’re always mine, baby.”
“I know, Miss.”
“Good boy.” I eye the way your cock tents your pants, biting my lip thoughtfully.
“Should I do something about that, honey?”
“If you want to, Miss.”
I free your cock, squeeze and stroke it.
“Miss is going to play with you, and when she’s ready, you’re going to cum inside her mouth. Aren’t you?”
You nod, breath hitching as I squeeze tighter and run my tongue along your tip.
“Such a good boy,” I breath, and devour you.
I use my hands and mouth to pleasure you, stroking you, playing with your balls and sucking you all together.
I continue to stroke as I switch to sucking your balls, swirling them around my mouth. I tongue them, let them fall from my mouth with a little wet pop.
Then I return to your cock, hunger blazing in my chest in a way I can’t ignore. Fuck, I love sucking cock. Your cock. I need cum like I need food, water, sleep. I swear I’d die without it.
I grab your hips, pull you balls deep into my throat. I ignore my protesting throat, watering eyes, and use you to throatfuck myself, only pulling out once to catch my breath. Before cramming you back into my mouth as fast as possible.
You hold out incredibly under my attention, but eventually I know you’re close.
I pull back just enough to look you in the eyes and say, “Cum for me.”
You finish as my warm throat envelopes you once more. I choke on it, cum flooding me until it’s all I know. I have to swallow it all down, lick up every drop of your deliciousness.
You pull out and I can’t swallow fast enough – a wave of cum and drool gushes over my bottom lip.
I clear my throat. Swallow. ” Gather it all up and feed it to me again baby.” I order hoarsely.
Your hands run down my body, a little too gratuitously.
I look at you. “You’re still mine,” I say sternly.
“Sorry Miss.” You look away. You’d forgotten yourself. That wouldn’t do.
“Stop that,” I say, brushing your hands away and standing up. “Get up and give me your jacket. We’re going home.”
“We are, Miss?”
“Yes, baby. *Someone* has forgotten who’s in charge. So *someone* needs to be reminded of his place. Doesn’t he?”
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