Dinner Party

We’re at a restaurant. Me and my dates. I’m sitting in the middle of a horseshoe shaped booth, two men on either side of me. This is my fourth glass of wine.

The fellow sitting to my right asks me at a whisper if I wouldn’t mind, you know, playing with him a little bit. The tablecloth is long after all, and no one can see. I don’t mind, of course. I’m not very subtle though, and after a few seconds the other guys at the table have caught on. I watch them, grinning, exchanging sly glances across the table. Not only is this a girl who goes out with several men at once, this is a girl who might give a handjob in public. In a well-lit restaurant, no less.

The man to my left: “You’ve dropped your napkin.” Wink.

“Oh, so I have. Thank you.” Glancing around for the waitress, I slide under the table. My, these gentlemen are an excited bunch. Unzipping the pants of the man to my left, I take out his cock and begin stroking it to full hardness with my hand while rubbing his neighbor through his slacks. I can hear their muffled conversation and nervous laughter. I’m smiling as I slide a third cock into my mouth, and wrap my fingers around the fourth.

Oh, here’s the waitress. She wants to know if we want dessert. I tap the thigh of my man who belongs to the cock in my mouth. Yes, I certainly do want dessert. He asks for the menu. Another man passes a menu to me under the table. I read it out of the corner of my eye, running my tongue around the head of another delicious cock. Making my selection, I place the menu in my seat, finger on my choice, the fingers of my other hand on something equally delicious.

Above the table, the tension is building. The men shift uncomfortably in their seats. The waitress returns.

“A cherry clafoutis for the lady.” “Certainly.”

The man I’m currently serving reaches under the table and caresses my breast for a moment, lifting it out of my low cut dress. Another man holds my hand tightly, while I bring him to the edge. This is a calculated enterprise; none of these men will be satisfied until I have had dessert. First things first.

Arranging my hair and my dress, I reappear in my seat, wiping my mouth with my errant napkin. As I reapply my lipstick, my dessert arrives.

Another Sucker

I held the tip of Daddy’s cock in my mouth, running my tongue around the head, pressing gently just below it.

With my eyes closed, I felt Daddy spread my knees open. His hands trailed down the inside of my thighs, to my now dripping pussy. Between the spanking and being allowed to lick Daddy’s “sucker,” I was embarrassingly wet. His fingers traced up one side, over my clit and down the other between the delicious folds. I could barely concentrate on Daddy; he freed my mouth to better hear me whimper. His cock still rested on my lips and I moved my head so that it traced my lips.

I felt a new sensation on my pussy. I was confused for a second, but then I realized, it was my cherry sucker. Daddy rubbed it’s smooth-worn surface over my clit, dipping between the lips, rubbing deeply. I raised my hips involuntarily. “Good girl.” Daddy rubbed the sucker over my lips where his cock had just been. Slick with my juices, I took the sucker into my mouth.

Daddy alternated “suckers,” first the slippery sucker, then Daddy’s cock, until I couldn’t distinguish any difference in flavor. Even my empty mouth tasted like me and Daddy and delicious sweet cherry.

Daddy made me roll over on my belly, holding the sucker just out of reach in front of me, he leaned over me, slowly settling his weight onto my back. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass, juicy from the dripping pussy juices. Forgetting the sucker, I arched my back and shifted my hips to feel his shaft against my asshole, his balls against my very slippery pussy.

He moved my hair off my neck, over to one side, for a better view and directed my attention back to the sucker. I stuck out my tongue and licked the sucker with just the tip. I could feel Daddy watching my intently, and feel his other hand under my belly, reaching lower and lower, finally stroking my clit very gently. My hips jerked. Daddy got up onto his knees, and taking my hips in his hands, pulled me back onto his cock. I moaned, gritted my teeth, exhaled. He began to fuck me deliberately, one hand guiding my hips to his rhythm, the other rubbing the sucker against my clit.

…

I slept soundly that night. When I woke, Daddy’s face was nestled into my neck, and the sucker was very small, abandoned on the nightstand in a melty pool of sugar and cum.

Sucker

“Daddy, Daddy, can I have a sucker?”

“No, only good girls get suckers and you’ve been naughty this evening.”

“Please, please, Daddy? I’ll be really good.”

“Do you promise to do everything I say?”

“Yes, anything you say. Can I please have a sucker?”

“Alright.”

We’re sitting in a dark corner of a club. Styrn gets the attention of the girl selling snacks and candies and buys me a cherry sucker. I’m buzzing in anticipation, waiting, resisting the temptation to put my finger in my mouth. Finally he comes back- he’s walking so slowly, hurry up. He unwraps the sucker and takes both of my slim wrists in one hand.

First kissing my lips. “Open.” He puts the sucker in my mouth.

“What do you say?”

Mumbling around the sucker which suddenly seems a little too big. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome. Now remember your promise.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Releasing my wrists, he takes my the leash from his pocket and hooks it to my the collar I wear. He threads the leash down my shirt, cold on my skin, and slips the end around his wrist. Repositioning my arms folded behind my back, we leave the club, first two fingers of his right hand under the waist of my skirt. My sucker is getting smaller in my mouth, and I’m walking carefully to keep my balance without the use of my arms.

At home, he pushes me to my knees and takes the sucker from me. “Hey! Gimme my sucker back!”

“Whose sucker is it?!”

Defiant. “It’s mine. Give it back!”

Suddenly bent over the bed, skirt up, panties down, I’m swiftly punished for my impudence. Sharp slaps are punctuated by high-pitched cries, subsiding into quieter, tearful gasps. “Whose sucker is it?”

Contrite. “It’s your sucker, Daddy.”

“That’s right. Do you want another sucker?”

Wordless nod. I sit up, feeling dazed, eyelids a little fluttery. Styrn puts a different sucker in my mouth. My mouth still tastes like cherry, which blends nicely with the familiar taste of Daddy’s cock. A good spanking makes me feel content and malleable; I open my eyes to look up at him. He strokes my hair, smiles faintly at me, and pushes down on my shoulders, so I’m sitting on my heels, as lowly as possible. I don’t mind. All the fight is gone, I’m just enjoying the ride. I play with Daddy’s cock, on my lips, licking, kissing, with no direction in particular.

Styrn removes himself from my mouth, inserts the sucker. He undresses me quickly, and picking me up, he drapes me over his bed, rubs my breasts, belly and thighs in one long, delicious stroke, making me arch my back reflexively. Straddling my shoulders, he takes my sucker away. I lick my lips and am slightly surprised by the presence of his cock, suddenly so close to my mouth. This position is a little difficult for me, a wrong angle for my throat, but it lets Styrn watch my expression while I play with him. It pleases him to see me enjoy myself so throughly. Sucking cock is not a chore for me, it’s a delight.

Trust

I’m laying on the bed on my stomach kicking my feet lazily. I’m reading a book, and so engrossed in the story that I don’t hear Daddy come in.

Suddenly he jumps on the bed and starts tickling me. I squeal in surprise/delight and thrash around, knocking my book off the bed, giggling hysterically. Finally after what feels like ages, Daddy stops. Breathing heavily, I lay flat on my back, one leg hanging off the edge of the (now very rumpled) bed. I can’t really relax- he could start tickling me again at any second- but Daddy knows better than to betray my trust. He folds me up in his arms and kisses my mouth. One hand firmly holding the back of my head, he slowly kisses down my neck, paying close attention to when I tense up, afraid he’s going to tickle me there now. Little by little I relax, exhausted from the effort of trying vainly to fight him off a few seconds before, and finally, I’m limp in his arms.

He lays me down across the bed. When he lays down next to me, on his side, I reflexively curl up into him, head snuggled under his arm, one leg between his. Stroking my hair, he lifts my face up and kisses me gently, meanwhile unbuttoning my shirt with one hand. I’m still a little tense, so when his hand brushes my tummy on accident I tense up and pull away defensively, but my brain trusts Daddy, even if my body doesn’t always, so he can coax me back to him easily. I try hard to overcome the residual ticklishness and take a deep breath. Daddy takes advantage of that moment of control to pull a nipple out of my bra and pinch it lightly. Rolling my nipple between thumb and forefinger, he watches me squirm and struggle with my submission. He takes my nipple in his mouth (oh that’s better) and reaches up the back of my skirt to stroke my bottom and pussy lips. The excitement of the tickling and the adrenaline from the physical struggle primed me for foreplay; my pussy is getting wetter and wetter while I focus on Daddy’s mouth and thumb pressing the space between my pussy and asshole.

I’m beginning to rock my hips, finally able to loosen my control on my body, not ticklish anymore. I put my finger in my mouth. Daddy knows what this means. Fingers are almost never as satisfying as Daddy’s cock, so he moves to make the necessary adjustment. I love sucking Daddy’s cock; I can’t wait. I scramble over to the edge of the bed, hanging my head over, body laid out on the bed for Daddy to play with while I satisfy my oral fixation.

Reward

I lay in a fetal position on the bed, snuggled into the many pillows and comforters. My lover curls around me, holding my bound hands to my chest. I feel his breath on my neck, interrupted by my collar. Caressing my side, over my ribs, my artificially slim waist, my hips, and under my reddened, sensitive ass. His hands were delightfully cool against my hot skin. The sensations run together as my mind lays in tranquility, utterly relaxed.

My lover begins to squeeze the tender flesh, slipping his hand between my legs, feeling the yielding, slippery warmth growing and spreading outwards. He spreads the sticky damp down over my thighs, over my ass. My slick thighs rub together as I begin to squirm unconsciously. He sits up, revealing my warm skin to the cool air. Still rubbing his left hand over my rear and thighs, his right hand holds me firmly, fingers digging into my waist, although I am not struggling.

“Open your eyes,” he commands me in a quiet voice. I comply and meet his gaze out of the corner of my eye. My lover leans down and kisses my mouth, licking and nibbling my lips, dipping his tongue into my mouth. I automatically close my lips around his tongue. He sighs and moves to kneel at my head. Turning over onto my stomach, leaning on my elbows, head raised, I accept his cock into my mouth and suck languidly for a few minutes. My lover removes his cock, lingering at my lips; I looked up at him with sleepy eyes. He leans over and slaps my ass hard. “Pay attention!” he barks. I immediately snap to attention. He pushes his cock into my mouth and begins to thrust gently into my throat. I groan loudly and gasp when he pulls out. A string of saliva trails from the tip on his cock to my slick bottom lip.