3.28.2021: A Night at the Theater
The crowd was growing behind me as I walk in. I can feel the stares on me. The lust is thick in the air. Daddy walks me to the corner and pulls me in close. I can see his dark eyes on me. His hands wrap around my waist. Slowly lifting my dress. The skimpy black dress he’d picked out for me less than an hour ago. The only thing protecting my body from the wandering hands of these strange men pushing in behind me. The panties and bra he’d denied me permission to wear discarded on my bed miles away.
I feel the cool air on my bottom for a split second, hear the muttered “damn”s fill the air as hands descend on me. My face buried in Daddy’s shoulder, absorbing the feeling of so many hands. Hands on my back. Hands on my ass. Hands drifting up my legs, fingers running over the lips of my pussy. I feel my legs go wobbly and my wetness begin to drip down my thighs.
Daddy grabs my shoulders and spins me around. There are so many men all waiting for a turn to touch me. Old men. Young men. The smell of sex fills the air. The first man closest to me pulls me away from Daddy a bit. His hands wrap around behind me and find my ass. He slowly slips a finger into my asshole and begins pulling in and out. I quickly fall into his rhythm, rocking back and forth on his hand. Another man grabs my tits. Lightly squeezing. Whispers of “she’s sexy” and “you’ve got a good woman” to Daddy filled me with pride. These men want what Daddy has. I belong to my Daddy and I’m a prize worth showing off.
Daddy slowly lowers me to my knees. The man with his finger in my ass lowers with me and picks up the pace. Fucking my ass in and out, in and out, keeping my knees spread and my legs wide open. Another man leans down and adıyaman escort starts fingering my clit.
Daddy growls at me, “Cum for Daddy!” and I squirt all over the floor, soaking the men’s fingers and daddy’s feet. At the same time I feel the first man come on my tits. So warm. So sticky. I reach up and rub it into my skin.
Cocks begin to appear in front of my face. I open my mouth and can feel the first head push in. So warm. So hard. His skin pulling and rubbing against my lips. So salty and smooth. Faster and faster, down my throat. I pull off, gasping for a breath and then hungrily go back for more. Down my throat. Sucking him in deeply and feeling him pulsing, hearing his moans of pleasure. When he pulls back another cock is quick to replace him. This man is strong. He grabs my head and pulls me all the way into him, shoving his cock as far down my throat as possible. More than I thought was possible. When I start gagging he lets me out to grab a quick breath and then shoves himself back into my throat. He shows no mercy. His firmness is exciting. I am a whore here to serve him and he is taking what he wants. His cock fills my throat while my juices flow freely out of my pussy down my legs and onto the floor. I am becoming a lovely mess. The continued whispers of “damn she’s got skills” and “how is she breathing”, “she’s taking the whole thing” play to my pride. I am good at this. Is being a good whore something to really be proud of? Mixed emotions fill my head.
Daddy must sense my doubt. He grabs my hair and pulls me back. He tips my head up to look at me and slaps me. Hard. My eyes began to water.
“Who do you belong to?” His gruff voice reminded me he was in charge of this game.
“You afşin escort Daddy. I belong to you!”
He slaps me again. “Good girl.”
I wait. One, two, three counts passed.
“Daddy, May I suck some more please?”
Daddy looks proud. “Yes you may.”
I anxiously turn back to the men in front of me. A new group has made it to the front of the crowd. I open my mouth and wait for someone to use me. They quickly begin grabbing me, pulling me into them. My head bobbing. Spit dripping out of my mouth off their cocks and covering my face. Cum dripping off my tits.
Suddenly Daddy grabs my arms and pulls me up from my knees. He walks me to a chair and leans me over the back of it. Tucking my dress into itself, kicking my legs apart, leaving me completely exposed, pussy and ass open for whatever these men desire. Daddy begins spanking me. Smack. Smack. Smack. Three more on the other cheek. The sharp sting on the fresh bruises from yesterday’s spanking cause me to cry out. The men gasp.
“Who’s dirty little girl are you?” Daddy demands.
“Yours Daddy. I’m your dirty little girl.” There is no hesitation in my response. No doubt. I am his.
“Good girl”. Each word is punctuated with a firm slap to my already stinging bottom. Daddy steps back. I am open to the men once again.
Two men come stand in front of me. I lean forward and gently suck the cock of one and run my hands up and down the shaft of the other. A man behind me is trying to get hard to enter me. I can hear wrappers opening and condoms being pulled on by the line of men waiting their turn. My heart is racing. Do I want this? Am I this person? The man can’t get it hard enough. He pretends to fuck me for a minute. afyon escort I guess to save face in front of the others. He walks away.
The next guy takes me forcefully. He grabs my hips and starts slamming his cock deep inside me. I recognize his grip. This is the man I enjoyed sucking. The one who pulled my head into him and shoved his cock down my throat. He knows what he wants. He’s using me and it feels amazing. I can feel the orgasm building in me. He keeps his hands firm on me never slowing down.
The man in front of me whispers in my ear asking if I’m alright. I lean into him, resting my head on his chest. Smelling him. Feeling his hard cock against me. Rocking into him from the force of the man behind me. Fuck. I need to cum. I scream out for Daddy and he gives the permission I’ve been waiting for. I cum so hard, clamping down on this mans cock, feeling him slam into me one final time before he cums with me. He pulls out and walks away, thanking Daddy before he leaves. Another reminder that this is not about me. I am Daddy’s toy and he is sharing me. Toys don’t get thanked. Owners get thanked for sharing. A feeling of pride that Daddy’s friends are enjoying his toy floods through me as a new man takes his place. And then another. None quite as satisfying as he was. The man in front of me is still there. My head is still leaning against him. He gently kisses my shoulder. Whispers to me how beautiful I am. It feels so sweet. So unexpected in this place.
I tell Daddy I am ready to go. The men disperse. I can’t walk. Daddy holds me and I start to lightly cry. The man pats my back and tells me I’m ok. Daddy shoos him away.
“You’re alright baby girl. You did a wonderful job. Daddy is right here. I love you. I’m so proud of you.”
Daddy guides me out to the restroom and helps gently clean me up. My body is spent. Every touch from Daddy sends tingles of want and need through my body. My pussy is still soaking wet. I can’t wait to get home and be used by Daddy. I’m his little slut.
