The man pulled his pickup truck into the parking lot, set the emergency brake, and switched off the motor. He adjusted the sleeves of his suit jacket and turned to the woman sitting next to him in the passenger seat.
Her sleek black hair framed her slender features and deep black eyes. She wore a tight black dress hugging her curves down to a few inches above her knees.
A gold chain draped her collarbones. Besides the small gold hoop earrings she always wore, she wore one other piece of jewelry—two, actually.
Two matching tight gold bracelets closed around both her forearms right above the wrist. They hugged her delicate arms with no seam or break in the thin, gold circlets.
She looked up at him with a smoky, intoxicated look that made his stomach clench. He bent over and kissed her deeply and passionately and she responded with sizzling energy.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Her smell and her warm body trembling underneath him set his blood on fire.
He leaned farther over and closed one hand around her breast, but he restrained himself from pulling her dress down to expose her even though he wanted to.
She mewed and whined in his mouth as he massaged her breast through her dress. She undulated on the seat, tried one more time to pull him down on top of her, and when that failed, she raised her body to rub against him.
He scratched his fingernail on her nipple and his cock throbbed when he felt her nipple getting harder inside her bra. Her noises rose to squeaky cries as he teased her to insanity.
She contorted even more temptingly and he lost the fight to hold himself in reserve. He slid his hand up her dress and she spread her thighs so he could find her saturated panties.
He rubbed her through the drenched fabric and she ripped off his mouth. She squirmed and seethed on the seat gazing up at him with those intoxicated, haunted eyes.
His heart contracted when he saw how fucking hot and ready she was. She drove her hips into his hand. Her lips quivered back from her teeth as she sucked in one ragged breath after another.
“You want that, baby?” he whispered. “You want Daddy to fuck that pussy?”
“Daddy…..” she moaned.
“That’s right, baby,” he murmured. “You want Daddy, don’t you? You spread your legs for Daddy’s cock.”
“Daddy….please……”
“Please what, baby? Beg Daddy to fuck your sweet pussy. You know you love it. Come on. Beg Daddy to own that pussy and make you cum all over Daddy’s cock.”
“Daddy…..I need you……” She spasmed and screamed once when he rubbed her clit a little harder.
“Is this what you want, little girl?” He hooked one finger into her panties, tugged them aside, and buried his fingers deep in her saturated wetness. “You want Daddy’s cock in there…..like this?”
He pumped his fingers deep, deep inside her swollen channel. He banged his knuckles against her clit and her juices gushed down his hand.
She screamed in time to his thrusts. She arched her back and pounded her juicy, sweet box against his hand shrieking with every deep, punishing stroke.
He had to raise his voice to a harsh bark to make himself heard over her screams. “That’s right, baby! Fuck Daddy’s cock. You know you want it. Cum for Daddy. Give Daddy your sweet ass.”
She screamed again and again. Every flex of his arm made her scream and arch and writhe.
He loved seeing her like this. He loved the way she rocketed into madness taking one brutal climax after another. She always wanted it and she was cumming too hard to obey his commands.
She didn’t have to. Her sex-drunk eyes begged him for it. Her quivering features told him loud and clear how much she needed him.
He could go like this for hours. She needed him to pull her back down to Planet Earth.
He eased his hand out and muffled her whimpering sobs with his mouth. He kissed her deeply until he felt her start to relax, but she still kissed him just as passionately as ever. She was still so mind-blowingly aroused that he could take her again right now. He could take her all night long and she would still want more.
He eased back and sucked her juices off his fingers. That taste and smell made him as hard as a rock. He needed to fuck her, but he didn’t want to cum—not yet. He would save that for later. That would make it so much better.
Her eyes instantly locked on his with that ravenous look of animal madness. Her whole face and body shimmered with desire. She couldn’t hide it. It seeped from her very pores.
“Come over here, baby,” he told her and popped the driver’s door.
He climbed out of the truck and the dome light came on. He stood in the open door and guided her over onto the driver’s seat. He swiveled her beautiful legs off the seat, and once he got her into that position, he couldn’t hold back from kissing her and touching her again.
He hitched her dress up, pulled her knees apart, and shoved his way between them. He started kissing her again, and when he heard her moaning and felt her body trembling and rocking trying to reach him, his iron control broke down.
He grabbed her thighs and pulled himself hard between her legs. She spread them and pressed her breasts against his jacket trying again to throw herself at him. She sobbed and mewed in his mouth while she ran her fingers through his hair and raked her fingernails up his chest.
She slipped her hands under his jacket and touched him all over through his shirt. He would give anything to feel her touching him right now, but he had more important things on his mind.
She seized both his ass cheeks and pulled him in hard against her. That movement triggered something in him and he attacked her full force.
He tore away, yanked her hips the rest of the way off the seat, and flipped her over onto her stomach. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you, baby?” he snarled. “Your pussy is so fucking hot for Daddy’s cock, isn’t it?”
“Please, Daddy….”
She barely got the words out before he ripped her dress up over her ass, tore down her panties, and unzipped his fly.
His pulsating cock touched her ass and then she screamed again when he stabbed all the way in. Before he thought to stop himself, he seized two fistfuls of her beautiful ass and pounded her against the seat.
She couldn’t talk or beg now. His hips smacked against her ass and her juices dripped down his balls, but they only made him hotter. He stabbed his thumb into her asshole and she exploded trying to rear back against him.
He smashed her down with all his might and gave her a dozen deep, resounding thrusts before his mind switched back into gear. He couldn’t keep fucking her like this or he would lose his load before the night even started.
He hauled himself away with a massive effort. “Turn over, baby. Sit up where I can see you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she quavered.
She turned over and started to push her dress down, but he stopped her. “Who’s your Daddy, baby?” he whispered into her mouth.
“You, Daddy,” she whimpered.
“Who owns you?”
“You do, Daddy.”
“You cum for Daddy, don’t you, baby?” he asked.
She gulped and her features spasmed with anguished emotion. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my good girl.” He kissed her and took a step back. “Sit back on the seat and present your pussy to me.”
She gave one more agonized moan and scooted her bare ass all the way to the edge of the driver’s seat. Her own slippery, shiny honey coated her pussy lips, clit, ass cheeks, and quite of bit of real estate down her thighs.
She looked devastatingly hot like that—all swollen and sensitive and coated with her own cum. He could make her squirt all over the truck if he tried, but now wasn’t the time.
She propped herself back on her arms, planted her heels on the seat right next to her ass, spread her thighs, and thrust her pussy toward him fully exposed to the parking lot streetlamps.
“Good girl,” he told her and laid the flats of his fingers on her pussy. He rubbed in slow, gentle, easy circles and savored the sight of her features twisting up in another grimace of rising lust.
Her juices lubricated his hand and he rubbed just a little faster, Her mouth feel open in an excruciating moan…..and then he slapped her hard right on her vulva. “This is mine, little girl. You hear that? This pussy is mine.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.
He started rubbing again until he made her groan with desire and then slapped her hard three more times. “This pussy is mine to fuck. Who fucks this pussy, baby?”
She screamed each time he slapped her, but he also recognized the gunshot of convulsion cracking through her body at each strike. He recognized those flashes of rapid-fire orgasm that came and went within seconds of each other.
“That’s right. This is mine.” He plunged three fingers deep into her slit and pumped hard. “I’m gonna fuck you just like this. Huh? You like Daddy fucking you like that?”
“Daddy….!” she shrieked and then started screaming for the hills.
“You feel Daddy fucking you? Huh?” he yelled. “You want Daddy to fuck your ass? Cum for Daddy. Come on! Cum for me!”
“I am cumming, Daddy!” she screeched and then collapsed sobbing and whining still supported on her arms.
She moaned in agony when he trailed his fingers out of her. He let them linger in her velvety soft pussy lips and around her clit before he pulled away. He wanted to imprint that feeling in his mind until he took her home and fucked her into oblivion.
She spasmed and heaved still moaning and sobbing on the seat. Her tormented eyes kept glancing across his before she gulped, looked away, and compressed her lips trying desperately to cope with all the pleasure and craving gripping her right now.
He took a step back so he wouldn’t be tempted to start playing with her. Just looking at her sitting on the seat with her knees raised and her thighs spread seriously tempted him to just take her home and be done with it.
He couldn’t do that. He was here for a reason and he couldn’t leave until he did it.
He put his hand in his pocket and took out a small bullet vibrator with a wire attached to it. He untangled the wire and waited for her to compose herself enough to look up at him.
She froze when she saw what he was doing. She still supported herself on her arms and her expression changed to a mixture of terror, madness, and aching, insatiable hunger.
“Daddy makes you cum, doesn’t he, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy!” she husked.
“Who owns this pussy? Huh? Answer Daddy. Who owns this pussy to fuck and play with?”
She whimpered and moaned, “You, Daddy!”
“That’s right. That’s my good girl. You cum for Daddy and show me what a good girl you are.”
He took the last step and pressed the bullet into her trembling pussy lips. She convulsed back on the seat moaning and gasping as he pushed it all the way in. He tucked it right behind her entrance bones and settled it against her G spot before he pulled his fingers back out.
She groaned and panted while her eyes rolled back in their sockets, but he hadn’t even gotten started yet.
He unwound the wire and took hold of a small rubber pad at the end. He pried apart two round BB-sized magnets at either corner of the small rubber square and closed then over her clit hood.
He blocked her rising cries out of his mind while he arranged the pad over her clit. The magnets pinched her clit and held the pad in place so it didn’t move.
The magnets were much stronger than he expected. He couldn’t tell if they hurt her, but they definitely made her cum and he hadn’t even turned on the power yet.
He stood back and watched her heave in front of him for a while. “Look at me, baby,” he finally ordered.
She dragged her head up and her eyes glazed with so much fiery, insane passion that he almost lost his nerve again.
“I’m going to test it out now, baby. Are you ready?”
She didn’t answer. She could barely keep her eyes open and she rasped through bared teeth. She really was completely out of her mind.
He took out his phone and got the handheld remote controller for the toy out of his pocket. He navigated to the app and switched on the juice to its lowest setting.
She threw back her head and her chest quaked as she started gasping and then screaming. He adjusted the speed a few times and she gave full voice to explosive orgasms.
She collapsed when he switched it off, but she didn’t stop moaning as the waves of twitching climax kept pulsating through her.
He couldn’t wait for her to come all the way back by herself, so he switched on the handheld remote. She immediately started cumming and she humped her hips on empty air trying to fuck the toy attached to her.
That was good enough for him. It worked. He switched it off and put his phone in his pocket, but he kept the remote in his hand.
“Sit up, baby. It’s time to go.”
She sat up, but she didn’t stop whining and sobbing for a long time. She ran her hand across her face and swayed on the seat. She didn’t even have the wherewithal to pull her dress down.
He took her hand and pulled her off the seat so her feet touched the ground. He held her steady until she could support herself and then he redressed her and straightened her clothes.
She bit her lip and winced when he looked her in the eye. “Are you all right, sweet girl?” he asked.
She nodded and struggled to shake her hair out of her eyes.
“Are you ready to go inside?”
“Yes, Sir,” she croaked.
He traced his fingertip down her forehead and cheek and kissed her. “Daddy’s proud of you.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she moaned.
He took her hand and placed it inside the crook of his elbow. He made one last check that she could stand on her own and that she was functioning normally. Then he turned away and started walking toward the restaurant.
She walked well enough at his side, but she stayed extra close to him and hugged his arm for support. The toy didn’t seem to get in the way of her walking, and by the time they reached the entrance, no one would ever guess there was anything wrong with her.
“Are you okay?” he murmured on their way up the steps.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“Good girl,” he told her. “You’re doing great.”
He gave his name to the concierge who led them to a booth in a secluded part of the restaurant. It wasn’t totally secluded, though. The restaurant was busier than he expected. People sat at tables only feet away from his booth.
He stood back and motioned for her to slide in first. He sat down next to her and asked again, “Are you okay?”
She nodded. Any outside observer would think she was the most beautiful, dignified, and composed woman in this restaurant.
Only he could tell how shaky and fragile she still was. Her eyes darted around the restaurant and she wouldn’t look at him at all. She kept looking down at the tablecloth so she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye.
His pulse quickened watching her. He could switch on the handheld remote whenever he wanted. He could make her spin into the stratosphere.
She wouldn’t be able to scream and moan here in front of all these people. She would have to sit here and take it like the good girl she was.
No wonder she was so nervous. The anticipation must be killing her.
Knowing he could do it anytime he wanted gave him such a rush of power that he felt himself getting hard just from thinking about it. He had her right here in the palm of his hand. He owned her pussy in ways he never imagined possible.
Not pushing that button thrilled him far more than pushing it. The anticipation shot a white-hot jet of adrenaline into his guts. This was power beyond anything he’d ever experienced. He owned her. Her cum was all his. If he ever doubted it, this moment sealed it for all time.
He started to move his thumb over to the control button, but at that moment, another couple stood up at a nearby table. They shuffled their chairs and headed for the exit.
She jumped a foot in the air and tensed to high alert, but she still didn’t show any sign that anyone other than he might notice. She really was the perfect good girl—so compliant and responsive. She must be working with all her might to hold it all together.
That knowledge exhilarated him even more. She exerted a massive effort for his sake. She was doing this for him—to give him this pleasure and this power over her. He loved her for that.
The other diners left and some people laughed out on a covered patio beyond some open French doors. She glanced that way and he hit the button on its lowest setting.
She gave a very soft gasp of surprise and her chin dropped. She shut her eyes and her hair draped over her face. That was all.
She turned around very slowly and her haunted black eyes floated open to meet his. Her lips sagged and she panted hard.
Her eyes glazed in that way that he knew so well. Her features flushed and her breath rasped through her parted lips.
She slumped back in the booth and her body shuddered, but she didn’t make a sound that anyone noticed.
He stared into the vast depths of those intoxicated eyes. He knew her well enough to recognize the signs. She was cumming—hard.
Her eyes kept drifting half-closed and then opening enough to latch onto him. His stomach flipped every time she looked at him. The very sight of him controlling her and stimulating her without even touching her—that on its own made her cum as never before.
Just then, the concierge came back. He startled both the man and his girl and they both jumped. The man hit the button just in time.
“Good evening, folks,” the concierge said. “Can I get you anything to drink before dinner?”
The girl froze to her seat, so the man stepped in. “We’ll take a bottle of Gewürztraminer…..and I’ll take a bourbon and Coke.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you very much.” The concierge placed two menus on the table and left.
The man handed one of the menus to his girl and opened his own. She opened hers and hid behind it where he couldn’t see her.
He smiled to himself and pretended not to see. She would need to compose herself before the waiter came to take their order.
The man scanned the menu, decided what he wanted, and put his menu down. She took longer, and when she finally put her menu down, she gave him a stricken look of agonized longing.
“You cum for Daddy, don’t you baby?” he whispered under his breath. “You’re Daddy’s slutty little good girl, aren’t you?”
“Daddy…..I need you so bad…..” she whined.
“Good girl,” he breathed. “You take it like Daddy’s good girl.”
He sat back to make room for the waiter to put their drinks on the table. Then the waiter pulled out a notepad and a pen. “What can I get you folks for dinner tonight?”
“I’ll take the ribeye with baked potato—medium well,” the man responded, “and she’ll take the roasted lamb with pasta.”
“Excellent choices,” the waiter informed him. “Thank you.”
He left and the man glanced over at his girl. She still sat stiffly on the bench. She couldn’t relax at all waiting for the next hit.
His heart went out to her. She was trying so hard and doing so incredibly well. He’d never been prouder of her nor had he ever been this raging hard for her.
He slid along the bench, put his arm around her shoulders, and kissed her, but he didn’t go full tongue. He kept it light and she responded in kind.
“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered. “I love you so much!”
“Daddy…..” Her eyes raced around the restaurant and her cheek spasmed when she looked up longingly into his eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this!”
“You can!” he breathed. “You’re doing great. I know it’s hard, but you’re doing amazingly well. Just a little longer and we’ll go home. Okay?”
She shut her eyes, swallowed hard, and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Who loves you, sweetheart?” he whispered.
“You, Daddy,” she choked.
“That’s my good girl.” He leaned in and kissed her again, but the power of commanding all her agony and sensations overpowered all his senses. He had to play with her. He had to tease her to the breaking point.
He hit the button and she jolted in his arms. He gripped her tighter and moved the power control a little higher.
She twitched and convulsed under him. Her breathing became heavy and labored and rasping, but she still didn’t cry out.
“That’s right,” he whispered low into her face. “Daddy owns that pussy. Daddy makes you cum and you belong to me alone. Understand? Do you feel Daddy fucking that sweet pussy until you cum?”
She panted hard into his mouth. Her drunken, lunatic eyes bored deep into his soul as she fought to take every vibration shattering her to pieces.
She couldn’t answer, but he didn’t need her to. Her orgasmic madness electrified him beyond belief. He had to struggle not to slam her down on the table and drill her right here in front of the whole restaurant.
He kissed her one more time, but her lips didn’t respond. She gasped and heaved so violently in his arms. He had to help her.
He cradled her head and pressed her face into his neck where she could hide. She burst into a violent fit of convulsions. She plastered her mouth to his neck and finally, at long last, let out a pathetic whimper of excruciating pleasure where only he could hear her.
She sounded so blissfully beautiful. She sounded all the better for how hard it was for her to keep quiet.
He switched off the remote and held her there until the spasms died away. His heart overflowed with love and admiration for her fortitude. She really proved her devotion to him tonight.
He kissed the side of her head and petted her hair until she composed herself enough to sit up. He poured her a glass of wine and she took a good healthy drink while he sipped his bourbon and Coke.
He slid down the bench and resumed his place. He waited until she was facing him and then he put the remote in his pocket where she would be sure to see. She looked down at his hands. She could see that they were empty.
He didn’t zap her again while they ate their meal. She needed to rest and reorient herself before the next round.
She drank another glass of wine and finally started to relax into her meal. He talked to her a little and she answered him normally, now that she didn’t have to worry about anything.
He kissed her when they left the restaurant. Then he put her hand inside his elbow and led her back to the truck.
He opened the passenger door for her and kissed her again before she got inside. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” he told her. “You performed so much better than I ever hoped. I love you.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she choked. “I only want to please you.”
“You’re my good girl.” He kissed her on the forehead. “You gave me a priceless gift tonight.”
She swallowed hard. Her eyes still had a slightly terrified look when she glanced around the parking lot. He hadn’t taken the toy back. She was too smart not to realize what that meant. They weren’t done yet.
He held her hand while she climbed into her seat and then he got behind the wheel. He started the motor and started driving through town.
They stopped at a traffic light and she glanced through the window at two guys standing in front of a pharmacy. They were arguing over a bike they both wanted, and in that split second when she turned her head, he pulled the controller out of his pocket.
He hit the button and she shrieked out loud in surprise. She jumped back in the seat, but she couldn’t get away from the stimulation coming from right between her legs.
She screamed so loudly that both guys turned to look at her through the window, but at that moment, the light turned green and the man hit the gas.
She collapsed in the seat cumming like never before. She clawed at the door, at the ceiling, and at her seat. She fought her seatbelt and kicked her feet against the floor trying both to get away from the vibrations and to thrust herself down on them.
“Yeah, baby!” he yelled over at her. “Come on! Let Daddy hear you cum! Do you feel that? Do you feel how hard I’m gonna fuck you as soon as I get you home? Your ass is mine, little girl! Who owns your sweet ass?”
She raked her fingernails up her thighs and pulled up her dress so she could spread her legs. She humped the seat jerking and fighting in all directions while her screams echoed through the cab.
That sound shot a flood of scorching hot blood to the man’s cock. He reached across the seat, stabbed his hand down into her bra, and pinched her nipple between his fingers.
She screeched even louder cumming again and again, continuously. He switched the controller to a pulse and sent her into a fresh mania of choking screams and frantic contortions.
He almost blew his load on the way home. By the time he pulled into the driveway, he couldn’t take it anymore. He switched off the toy, kicked open the driver’s door, and stormed around to her side.
She didn’t stop bellowing and writhing when he turned it off. She kept fighting for air in between ripping, gut-wrenching screams.
He didn’t wait for her to get out of the truck or to pull herself together. He unlatched her seatbelt, grabbed her, and hoisted her off the seat.
He slung her over his shoulder and gave her a dozen hard smacks across the ass while he lugged her up the steps, through the front door, and into the house.
He kicked the front door shut and slid his hand between between her thighs on his way upstairs to the bedroom. Her juices covered her thighs and ass from all the orgasms she’d been having.
She tried to get off his shoulder so he smacked her hard a few more times. She screamed again and then again when he flung her down on the bed. She bounced, tried to turn around to face him, and he pounced on her in all his ravenous, throbbing need.