A Night Out On the Town

I lean forward, the tops of my thighs pressed into the edge of the bathroom counter top, getting closer to the mirror as I sweep mascara through the upper lashes of first my right eye and then my left. I straighten a little in order to examine my face fully. Sage green eyes, accentuated with black winged liner, stare back at me. Satisfied, I cap the tube of mascara, screwing the lid on tight. I then scan the counter top, littered with products, for my favorite dark plum lip combo. I find what I need and return to the mirror to line my lips and then apply lipstick.

A few spritz of perfume later, I'm pulling on the black floral dress I intend to wear tonight, and stepping in front of the full-length mirror. The dress has a high slit that exposes my entire left leg, my thigh tattoo clearly visible, and a deep plunging neckline that leaves little to the imagination.

I'm going out dancing tonight with my best friend and a few of our old friends from high school. I'm meeting up with Daddy for drinks beforehand and I don't actually know how he'd feel about my décolletage on display like this.

I quickly shimmy out of the dress, depositing it on the floor, and walk over to the tallboy dresser in the corner of the room to scrounge around in my lingerie drawer. I pull out a black lace teddy before sliding my panties down my legs and stepping out of them. I pull the teddy on, over my head and down my body before bending at the waist to fasten the snaps between my legs.

I walk back over to the mirror. Straps criss cross over the swells of my breasts while lace-covered satin cups lift my breasts high. Perfect. I snatch up the dress from the floor and step back into it, pulling it up my body, sliding my arms through the billowy sleeves and then zipping it up the back. The straps of the teddy are visible as are the scalloped lace edges of the teddy's cups. I am technically more covered than before but the lingerie underneath is doing nothing to make me appear more decent.

I smirk a little at that. It's a risky choice. Daddy will either love it or I'm in for a punishment. Both of which sound delightful.

After pulling on my favorite black Doc Martin boots, adding a few select pieces of jewelry and moving all of my essentials from my day purse to a little black clutch, I take one last look in the mirror. My dark brown hair falls in soft waves over my shoulders, my eyes are bright, my cheeks are flushed with excitement.

I'm ready to go.

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I pull up outside Daddy's house 45 minutes later. He's already waiting for me, leaning up against his car, his tattooed arms folded across his chest. I still get breathless and nervous every time I see him. He's just so fucking handsome.

He's quickly closed the distance and he opens my door with a smile on his face.

"Hey, beautiful."

"Hi, Daddy." I answer shyly.

He extends a hand to me and I take it stepping out of the car and into his waiting arms. His lips find mine and he kisses me deeply, his tongue claiming my mouth as his hands slide lower to possessively squeeze my ass.

Daddy leans back just enough that he can look down at my chest. He fingers one of the straps that criss-cross over my left breast.

"Did you wear this for me, baby?" he asks, "Or did you wear it because you like it when men have their eyes all over you?"

"Can it be both?" I squeak.

"Such a dirty girl," Daddy chuckles. "Come on, then."

Grabbing my hand, he leads me over to his car, first opening the door for me and then helping me settle into the passenger seat, before walking back around the car and getting behind the wheel.

His hand squeezes my bare thigh and stays there throughout the duration of the short drive, a reminder of his desire and his ownership. I don't know where we're going but Daddy does.

We pull up to my favorite Cajun restaurant, a place I had mentioned wanting to go to recently, but before I can open my door and step out, another tight squeeze on my thigh has me rooted in place. Without a word, Daddy watches me as his hand slides between my legs and he starts to rub my little clit through the thin fabric of the teddy.

My body arches into his touch and my breathing quickly becomes rapid and shallow. Pleasure blooms from my core and I can feel the lace of the teddy dampen. I grip the sides of the seat and squirm against Daddy's fingers, desperate for a release.

My head falls back against the seat and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I can feel his intense gaze on me as he watches me shatter and fall apart, a soft moan escaping my lips.

I sit up with a yelp when Daddy pinches my swollen clit.

"Let's go inside, baby."

He opens his car door and steps out while I do the same. I get a sharp look and swat on the behind for opening my own door but I just smile sweetly at him as I slide my hand into his.

We are quickly seated at the bar, Daddy ordering a beer on tap for himself and some kind of flowery gin drink for me. His hand, again, rests on my thigh and I secretly love feeling the eyes of other patrons on us with his ownership of me so clearly on display.

We spend half an hour, and a second round of drinks, just enjoying each other's company but more than once I notice Daddy's eyes fall to my breasts. I can see his hunger growing and I am not surprised he turns down the bartender when asked if we'd like another. Daddy rises to his feet, hand extended, and I quickly throw back the last of my cocktail and take his hand.

We still have a half an hour before I'm supposed to meet up with my girlfriends so after I am safely secured in the passenger seat, Daddy drives around downtown. He's looking for something but I'm not exactly sure what. Suddenly, he makes a sharp turn into an alley way that opens up into a deserted parking lot between towering brick buildings.

Shutting off the car, he turns to me and cups my face, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth across my cheek. I lean into his touch, nuzzle him almost. If I'm being totally honest, going out dancing is not what I want to be doing right now. Right now, I want Daddy to do naughty things to me until I'm crying and begging for mercy. He sees it. I know he does.

His hands fall from my face as he silently turns and opens his door, climbing out to walk around the front of the car and then he opens mine.

"What are you doing?" I ask, not sure I understand his intentions. I remain seated in the car. Anyone could look out any window and see us at any time and that has my heart racing.

He doesn't need to tell me. His hands make quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping his fly and he brings his hard cock to my lips. I take him into my mouth, grateful that I wore smudge proof lipstick tonight, and look up at him when his cock is fully seated in my throat. His hand fists my hair and he fucks my face then, barely allowing me time to breathe.

Just when I think I'm about to be rewarded with a mouthful of cum, Daddy pulls himself from my mouth and steps back, tucking himself back into his pants. I want to cry. I wanted his cum so badly. The idea of dancing at a club with his seed in my belly was really doing something for me.

"Stand up," he commands and I immediately comply.

Daddy then grips my biceps, turning me to face away from him and then urging me to kneel on the passenger seat and bend over the center console. He's flipping up my dress then, getting a full view of the teddy's thong threaded between my ass cheeks. He reaches up, undoing the snaps between my legs and baring my glistening pussy to him.

He runs a finger up my slick folds before plunging it inside. With his other hand, he fists my hair causing me to arch my back and anchor me in place while he fucks me hard with his fingers. The wet sound of my hungry pussy is all I can hear. I cum so easily for him, with his name on my lips, with nothing more than a throaty moan.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" he demands.

"You, Daddy! It's yours! All yours!" I sob as the last of the orgasm rolls through my body and I'm left a quaking, limp mess draped over the console trying to catch my breath.

"That's a good girl," he praises before closing my door and walking around the front of the car to slide back into the driver's seat.

"It's time to go meet your friends."

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I've been in this noisy bar for almost two hours. The girls we were meeting up with forgot to bring their IDs and they had to run home and go get them. My best friend, a girl she befriended at the gym and I are sitting in a booth nursing cocktails and progressively getting drunker by the minute while we wait for them to come back. I told Daddy I would be done at 11:00pm so he'll be back to pick me up in less than 30 minutes. It looks like dancing is not on the agenda for me tonight.

"Are you sure you won't come out with us?" my best friend Charlotte whines, eager to prolong our fun.

"Girl, if you only knew what was waiting for me at 11:00 o'clock," I laugh, "then you'd be desperate to leave too!"

Charlotte rolls her eyes and leans over to her new gym bestie Sandra. "This girl is in a BDSM relationship and you should see the amount of sex toys she has," she whispers shouts.

I mean, it's true. I showed Charlotte my trunk of toys when she told me she was wanting to spice up her life with her husband and explained the uses and benefits of each one. She consults me before buying sex toys now because I have experience with so many different ones.

Sandra's eyes land on me. "Really?!" she asks incredulously.

I tip my head back, finishing off my cocktail, before I look at her and nod.

"Yep." I reply, with an extra emphasis on the p.

"I have so many questions!" she squeals.

Before she can ask me anything however, the other girls arrive back with their IDs, and we are all scootching closer together to make room for everyone at our booth. Our earlier conversation forgotten, we spend the last few minutes before Daddy comes to pick me up, just catching up with and complementing each other.

Just as the girls are discussing where they want to go dancing first, my phone buzzes on the table and I see Daddy's name flash on the screen. I open his text message, see that he's waiting just outside, and give a quick goodbye hug to every girl at the table.

"Go get some hot Daddy ass!" Charlotte hollers after me as I push open the door and I laugh. I'm still laughing as I walk through the crowd of people on the sidewalk, feeling the eyes of several men watch me as I weave through the throng and head straight for Daddy, who is again, leaning on his car with his tattooed arms folded. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my body close to his.

"Take me home, Daddy" is all I say before kissing him.

"Did you have fun?" he asks as he opens the passenger door for me and helps me into my seat.

"I did have fun. But I missed you," I reply.

"You missed me, huh?"

Daddy leans down to kiss me as I nod.

Sliding into the driver's seat, Daddy reaches for something on the floor at my feet. He straightens and hands me a purple vibrator.

'What am I supposed to do with this?" I ask.

Before replying, Daddy presses a few buttons and all four windows in the car begin to roll down. Another button push and the moon roof is opening too.

"You're going to use that vibrator on your pussy and I want to hear how badly you missed me. I want everyone else to hear you too."

Fuck. Me.

I pull up my dress until it's pooled around my waist, spreading my legs, I reach down to unsnap the teddy, exposing my pussy to him and the cold night air. I turn on the vibrator, at full speed, and I press it to my swollen clit.

I don't know how long we drive around downtown with the vibrator at my clit, screaming through my orgasms and moaning Daddy's name for everyone to hear but I'm a shaky, weak, wet mess by the time we pull into a deserted grocery store parking lot near his house.

Daddy puts the car in park but he doesn't shut it off. He has the heat going at full blast to counteract the cold chill from the open windows. He takes over then, grabbing the vibrator and pressing even harder against my abused nub. His other hand wraps around my throat.

He's growling all kinds of dirty things into my ear but I'm a little too drunk to focus. My eyes, instead, are drawn to the little tiny snowflakes falling through the moon roof to cover my heated skin.

"So fucking beautiful" is what I think as I cum again, closing my eyes and surrendering to it.

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No less than fifteen minutes later, I am on my knees on Daddy's bed, as he's laid out beneath me, sucking his cock like I need it to live. My dress has been discarded along with the lingerie underneath so my tits swing freely as I bob up and down on his dick. Daddy reaches down to palm my right breast and squeezes it tightly, only relenting to pinch my nipple instead.

"Get up here and ride me," he commands and I scramble to comply.

Sinking down on Daddy's cock is like fucking heaven and I grind myself into him with reckless abandon.

"Please, Daddy!" I beg as another orgasm is about to take me higher. "Please! I need your mark on me! Bite me, Daddy!"

Daddy leans up and bites my breast hard. With my skin still in his teeth, he shakes his head like a dog with a chewy toy and I fucking detonate. I am squirting all over Daddy and his bed and I don't even care right now.

Grabbing me by the biceps, Daddy roughly guides me off of him and onto my back on the bed before spreading my legs wide and plunging his cock into me. He thrusts into me over and over but it's not enough. I need it to hurt more. Reaching down, wrapping my hand around his wrist, I guide his hand to my throat, silently pleading for what I need.

A devilish smile curls on Daddy's lips and he squeezes. Darkness starts to prick my vision and I can feel myself turning red and it's only then that I cum.

Daddy finishes inside my pussy as I'm still riding my orgasm and when he withdraws, I can literally feel my pussy spasm at the loss.

He gathers me up into his arms and I snuggle into him with my head on his chest, my left leg thrown over both of his.

I can't believe I belong to this man. I am so fucking lucky. And tonight, a lot of random strangers heard me come for him. A spark of pride settles itself in my chest, right next to my heart.

I may have shown the world who I belong to tonight but I also showed them who belongs to me.

I'm drifting into sleep on that thought and with a smile on my face.