pappa Makes Me Cum in front line of Strangers.

I met him on the internet. After month of chatting, I was convinced we were in beloved. He liked it when I called him dada, so that's all I called him. I just wanted to please him. When he asked for pictures, I buried my hesitation and sent him photo of me. In some of them I was at least wearing underwear, but they were all very compromising. I just wanted to delight him.

Finally the day came that we would run into. dada asked me to see him at his work, because even though I was 18, I still lived with my parents. He worked in some bureau building on the 26nd floor. The lift ride up seems to survive an eon. I find him easily enough, in the outdoors plan power. He was one desk clerk lost in a sea of many. He greets me with a kiss straight away. I stand awkwardly as his tongue clout my lips. I have never kissed anyone before. He asks me to lunch, and so we leave.

We step into the lift. The minute the doors close, he is on me. His hands clench in my hair, his lips are hot on mine. The lift slows down and he pushes away from me abruptly. A chemical group of 4 men in business suits step on, conversing with each other casually. They stand in front of us, seemingly forgetful to our comportment. Daddy slips his arm around my waist and clout me closer. His helping hand slides down my body slowly, over the curve of my ass, down my second joint. He trails his fingers up and down my bare leg tantalizingly. My breath catches as his hand slides in high spirits and high-pitched, until it is under my dame. I try to surreptitiously shift away, but he steps with me, and the movement draws the attending of one of the business men. I try desperately to retain an unmindful brass. Daddy's finger tips are just grazing the backside of my pantie now. He presses more than firmly into the lovingness of my crotch, and I bite my lip.

I make to drive away again, but daddy leans down and says more quietly than a whisper into my ear"I have all the exposure you've sent me. Don't think I won't send them to your parents ”. Keeping pressure, he begins to saw his hand back and forth between my legs. My lips part, and pa leans down to lick my tabernacle and cuddle my hair. I thought he loved me ? Why would he endanger me with those photos ?

The man of affairs's middle ware trained on the front of my skirt, where I am sure he can see movement. I feel a hot blush rise from my chest of drawers to my cheeks. The man's regard nip and tuck to mine, and he smirked at me knowingly. Why was Daddy doing this ? Couldn't he tell we'd drawn someone's attention ? I elbowed him, and he gives my kitty-cat a light spank in warning. I clench deliciously, and to my chagrin, can feel wetness begin to seep through my panties. Daddy pulls my panty to the incline, and now his finger's breadth are on bare flesh. I can't controller my whine, and the businessman's smirk only grows. A finger circles my clit lightly, then puts little pressure against my hole. Daddy slowly pushes in until the second knuckle. I look helplessly up at him as he begins to steadily thrust his finger in and out of my vagina. I am being fingered in an lift wide of alien, by a man twice my age. One of the strangers is watching as I struggle to retain still, to proceed still. A second fingerbreadth joins the first, and struggles to force its way into my compressed pussy. I am throbbing, aching, panting with need. I didn't want it to finger this good, but my body is betraying me.

The businessman, from now on let's birdsong him Chris, won't tear his eyes from my skirt. I think papa finally realised we have a watcher, because his finger's breadth are slowing, and he finally stops fucking my tender pussy. My stand-in is tangible, until Daddy's other hand goes to my front, and slowly starts to enhance the hem of my skirt.

"No.."I groan softly, as his finger fucking pickes up step again. nobody but dada and Chris seem to hear me. Daddy's digit pull out for a moment, and he quickly yank my panties down to just over my stifle. My shock ! Chris, a totality unknown can see my pussy ! My eye are welling up at the indignity, but I couldn't help my hips slightly thrusting to meet Daddy's hand as he pushes two fingers up me again.

Chris takes a satiny footprint back towards me, and none of his acquaintance notice. He turnes to face me, his smirk becoming devious. Crowded between two paries and two men in the turning point of the elevator, I can do nothing as Chris brought a finger to my clit, and rub. I am making voiced grunting interference, jerking into the two bridge player pushing me so close to orgasm.

daddy is letting a unknown rub me ! It feels so trade good, and as I grow closer to that resplendent coming, I can't contain my groan. The remaining three men all turn around and star at the setting in stupor. Chris leans down to bite and thrash into the crook of my cervix. I let out a shriek as I cum juicily all over the sets of finger's breadth on my puss. Chris immediately removes his hired man and sucks my juice off his digit, his sultry gaze not leaving mine. Daddy's fingers stay inside me as he leisurely take advantage. The remaining men ware absently rubbing their bulges as they take in the survey of me. Panties pulled down, skirt pulled up exposing a young pussy absolutely drenched. Tears of mortification roll down my impertinence but my hips keep thrusting wantonly back onto my pappa's hand. He slowly pulls his fingers out, and I feel relieved. There is a pressure on my lips, and reflexively I open my mouth to the two finger's breadth Daddy is pushing at me, and suck off my juices.

"That's a expert young woman"I hear Daddy say.

I hear a ding, and the elevator doors finally open. Briskly, dad drops my skirt and pulls up my panties. Everyone silently steps out of the lift. I shamefully keep my gaze down .