She knew Elsa and Elsa knew Chris and at some point they met Dean and made fast-friends because no one knew anyone else at the Biergarten other than the birthday boy, who true to form, was nowhere to be found.
Surprising herself, she made the first move on Dean,
“Hey,” she said “help me drink this.” She pushed the large glass boot towards him and he slid towards her on the bench without hesitation. Before long they sat face to face, straddling the bench and passing the boot back and forth. She did not flinch when he put his hand on the soft interior of her thigh, his touch light, the view of others’ precluded by their position at the last table by the wall.
Having put in their time at the party, Dean suggested they go to a bar in NoHo where his friend worked. Trailing behind him, her hand in his as they exited, she admired his height and his shoulders as he parted the crowd in their path.
Elsa didn’t protest when she suggested separate cabs. Elsa knew her secrets and she knew hers.
In the cab she mauled him, straddling his lap, her hair grazing the ceiling. He kissed her back forcefully, going along with everything until she playfully tried to raise his arms above his head. He rolled her off of his lap and onto her back on the back seat.
She laughed. “What? Too rough?”
“No. But I run things.”
He leaned over her now and kissed hard into the side of her neck, then up a spot so that he was biting her earlobe.
“Understand?” he said.
She nodded and pulled him back towards her. He slid his back between her thighs and she splayed her legs open. Feeling that her panties were thoroughly wet, he slid his middle finger into her pussy and began to fuck her, rubbing her clit with his thumb.
She moaned and the driver’s eyes flicked briefly to the back seat. They ignored him.
“Let’s just go to yours” she said.
“No, not yet” he said, as he pulled her underwear off over her heels.
He slid a second and then a third finger into her cunt. She put her hand on his to slow, but not stop his motion. Her moans now were a long slow coo. She felt magnificently full.
As they arrived at the bar she put her hand out for her underwear but Dean shook his head. Instead of returning them to her, he tossed them onto the back seat of the cab as he shut the door.
“I’m certain he’ll be thinking of you later tonight,” Dean said.
They went inside the bar. It was a stark contrast to the biergarten; cool, dark, not a single television. At one point it had been a Chinese restaurant and the interior architect had maintained the tradition of deep red vinyl booths, pairing them with largely bare concrete walls and the occasional panel of jade. A golden plate edged the long mahogany bar.
Elsa and Chris sat at the short end of the L-shaped bar and waved to them through the crowd.
“It took you guys long enough” said Chris. “Did you stop to have sex somewhere?”
“Never. We did it right there in the cab,” said Dean.
“Sure. Just like TV, right?”
She touched her hair but said nothing.
“I did that once” said Elsa.
“You did?” said Chris.
“Yes, Iowa, I did. You can do anything here if you’re smart about it.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it” said Chris, with a smile.
“We’ll see about that,” said Elsa, squinting her eyes and pretending to pout.
“We saved you two a seat” she said, gesturing to the last open bar chair in the place.
Dean said hello to his bartender friend and they were shortly setup with proper drinks. Dean took the seat and she half sat, half leaned against his lap. She was only an inch or so over five feet so she had to angle her feet downward to maintain contact with the bar’s foot rail. She was rewarded for her trouble with the thick bulge of Dean’s cock pushed square against her ass. She wiggled her ass approvingly and he pressed back against her.
Chris finally made his move around then and he and Elsa had turned towards each other to make out. Meanwhile, the first booth beyond the bar was occupied by a couple that had decided to sit on the same side.
No one was watching.
She slid her hand behind her back and slowly stroked upward through his pants on his hard cock. Even with the music she hear the sigh of his pleasure. He traced one finger down the small of her back.
The bar was filling in now and the short L of the bar was virtually an island, separate from the booths and the main mass of the crowd hoping for the bartender’s attention on the long side of the L.
He might like control, but she wasn’t one to pass up an opportunity, either.
“You know” she said, “I think I’m going to stand.” And she did, putting both feet on the bar’s foot rail.
She looked back at him and gave him the tiniest smile, her long brown hair spilling back on her shoulders.
Dean cupped her wonderful round ass in both hands and she felt the hem rise on her already short skirt. Standing on the rail, she pretended for a moment that she was a ballerina, determined not to make any unintended motion. She slowly took a sip of her Manhattan.
Dean slid two fingers into the wet envelope of her cunt and she did not flinch. She silently congratulated herself.
He leaned forward and whispered into her ear.
“Is this what you want? You want someone to play with your pussy in front of all these nice people?”
She shrugged as though she couldn’t care less but gave him a wry smile. Dean continued to pump his fingers into her pussy, occasionally using his thumb to spread her accumulating pussy juice upwards and around her asshole. To any observer, though, she looked just like another thirsty customer.
Then she caught a woman at the bar looking their way. She reached back to still his hand.
“Dean, that woman is looking at us.”
Dean looked up and the woman looked quickly away.
“Hah, I knew this would happen some day” he said, returning his fingers to the edge of her pussy. “That’s one of my little girls.”
Dean waived to her and she waived back before returning her attention to her date.
“Your what?”
“One of my little girls. We see each other but we see each others, too.”
“Oh.” She felt a hot pang of jealousy. “Am I one of your little girls?”
Dean studied her for a moment. “Not yet. There are things you have to do first.”
“Like what?”
“First, you have to call me Daddy.”
“Okay, Daddy” she said. She giggled but also felt flush. She rocked her hips against his finger, prompting him to stroke her clit. She reached back and stroked his cock.
“Second, you’re old enough to have boyfriends but you must tell me what you do with them. I want you to enjoy yourself but I want to take care of you, also.”
“Mmm, yes, Daddy. I will.”
At this Dean, unzip his pants and placed his bare cock into her hands.
“Have you fucked someone recently, baby?” he asked.
As she stroked his cock, she debated telling him the truth but could find no reason not to other than prescribed decorum.
“Yes, Daddy, I fucked a boy last night.”
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Yes, Daddy, I did. I let him do whatever he wanted.”
“That’s a good girl, baby. You’re such a good little slut. Did you let him fuck your mouth and your pussy?”
“Yes, Daddy, I did.”
“What about your ass, baby? Did he fuck your ass?”
“No, Daddy, he didn’t.”
“Why?”
“He didn’t try. Is that what you want, Daddy, do you want to fuck my ass?”
“Yes, baby, I want to fuck your ass, but not yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because first I need to fuck you back to me. Every time you fuck someone else it’s important that give your pussy to your Daddy again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Dean slid his cock out of her hand and stroked it on the wet underside of her pussy.
“Daddy, are you going to fuck me now?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Here, though? Maybe we should at least go to the bath-“
She didn’t get out the last word, the last syllable becoming a quick gasp as he pushed his cock into her. Her knees buckled momentarily from his girth but she caught herself on the bar.
Elsa looked over and realized what was going on. Masterfully, she returned her eyes quickly to Chris and pulled his face to hers.
Dean thrust into her repeatedly, trying to keep his face as expressionless as possible.
Knowing time was limited, Dean whispered in her ear.
“You’re such a good little slut, baby, taking my cock in front of all these people.”
I’m going to train you to be the best little cum slut for me.”
“Oh, Daddy, I’d love that.”
She put her feet as close together on the rail as she could while maintaining her balance. Her pussy became even tighter around Dean’s cock.
“How’s my pussy, Daddy? Do you like it?”
“Yes, baby, I love your pussy.”
“That’s good, Daddy. Because you’re going to have to fuck me back to you a lot.”
And with that Dean came, shooting his cum deep into her pussy. As his cum splashed into her she felt a small orgasm begin, a small wave that started deep in her hips and radiated down into her legs. She clamped both hands down on the bar, and for the sake of discretion, was thankful it was just a small one.
Dean withdrew his cock and put it back in his pants. She discreetly grabbed a bar napkin and reached down to dab at herself. But before she could clean herself up, Dean turned her around to face him.
He kissed her deeply, with one hand on the back of her head and the other on her small wrist. The kiss went on long enough that when they broke away they both gasped for breath.
Then he pushed his finger into her pussy one more time, curling his cum in the crook of his middle finger. He brought it the edge of her mouth.
She eyed him. He waited, as though he already knew the answer. Then she took his finger and his cum into her mouth.
“You’re such a good girl, baby.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Dean turned to Chris and Elsa and put on the face of man who tired, nothing more.
“Hey guys, sorry to interrupt, but I think it’s time for us to go.” said Dean.
“Ya think?” said Elsa, with a wink.
Dean smiled, then he led his new little girl out the door.