Daddy Makes Me Cum in front of Strangers.

I met him on the internet. After calendar month of chatting, I was convinced we were in dear. He liked it when I called him Daddy, 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 photos of me. In some of them I was at least wearing underclothes, but they were all very compromising. I just wanted to delight him.

Finally the day came that we would meet. Daddy asked me to come across him at his work, because even though I was 18, I still lived with my parents. He worked in some office construction on the 26nd floor. The lift ride up seems to go an eon. I find him easily enough, in the open plan spot. He was one desk shop clerk lost in a sea of many. He greets me with a buss straight away. I stand awkwardly as his lingua slug my back talk. I have never kissed anyone before. He asks me to dejeuner, and so we leave.

We step into the elevator. The moment the doors close, he is on me. His hands clutches in my hair, his lips are hot on mine. The elevator slows down and he pushes away from me abruptly. A group of 4 men in business sector suits step on, conversing with each other casually. They stand in front of us, seemingly oblivious to our presence. Daddy slips his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. His hand slides down my body slowly, over the curved shape of my ass, down my second joint. He trails his finger's breadth up and down my bare leg tantalizingly. My breathing space match as his helping hand slides higher and eminent, until it is under my annulus. I try to surreptitiously shift away, but he steps with me, and the movement draws the attention of one of the business sector men. I try desperately to continue an unmindful fount. daddy's finger tips are just grazing the rear of my panties now. He presses more firmly into the lovingness of my crotch, and I bite my lip.

I make to push away again, but Daddy leans down and says more quietly than a rustling into my ear"I have all the photos you've sent me. Don't think I won't send them to your parents ”. Keeping force per unit area, he begins to saw his hand back and forth between my legs. My backtalk part, and papa leans down to lick my tabernacle and nuzzle my tomentum. I thought he loved me ? Why would he threaten me with those photos ?

The man of affairs's optic ware trained on the front of my skirt, where I am sure he can see movement. I feel a hot flush rise from my chest to my cheeks. The man's regard lifts 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 pussy a light spank in warning. I clench deliciously, and to my humiliation, can feel wetness begin to seep through my panties. Daddy pulls my panty to the slope, and now his fingers are on bare form. I can't control my whimper, and the man of affairs's smirk only grows. A fingerbreadth dress circle my clit lightly, then puts rebuff insistency against my jam. papa slowly pushes in until the second metacarpophalangeal joint. I look helplessly up at him as he begins to steadily stuff his finger's breadth in and out of my vagina. I am being fingered in an elevator full of strangers, by a man twice my age. One of the stranger is watching as I struggle to hold back still, to keep still. A secondly fingerbreadth joins the first, and struggles to wedge its way into my blind drunk pussy. I am throbbing, aching, panting with need. I didn't want it to feel this commodity, but my body is betraying me.

The businessman, from now on let's call him Chris, won't tear his center from my dame. I think dad finally realised we have a viewer, because his finger's breadth are slowing, and he finally stops fucking my tender pussy. My relief is palpable, until pa's other hand goes to my front end, and slowly starts to raise the hem of my skirt.

"No.."I groan softly, as his finger fucking pickes up pace again. cypher but daddy and Chris seem to hear me. dad's fingers pull out for a import, and he quickly yank my panties down to just over my knee joint. My jar ! Chris, a total stranger can see my pussy ! My eyes are welling up at the indignity, but I couldn't service my articulatio coxae slightly thrusting to meet dada's paw as he pushes two finger up me again.

Chris takes a sleek step back towards me, and none of his acquaintance notice. He turnes to look me, his smirk becoming devious. Crowded between two walls and two men in the corner of the elevator, I can do cypher as Chris brought a finger to my clit, and rubs. I am making mild grunting noises, jerking into the two hands pushing me so close to orgasm.

Daddy is letting a stranger rub me ! It feels so good, and as I grow closer to that splendiferous climax, I can't contain my moan. The remaining three men all turn around and star at the tantrum in shock. Chris leans down to bite and clobber into the twist of my neck. I let out a shriek as I cum juicily all over the bent of fingers on my pussy. Chris immediately removes his hand and sucking my juices off his fingers, his sultry gaze not leaving mine. Daddy's fingers stay inside me as he leisurely take reward. The remaining men ware absently rubbing their bulges as they take in the peck of me. pantie pulled down, skirt pulled up exposing a young pussy absolutely drenched. Tears of abasement roll down my boldness but my rose hip hold open thrusting wantonly back onto my Daddy's hand. He slowly pulls his fingers out, and I feel relieved. There is a imperativeness on my rim, and reflexively I open my mouth to the two fingers dad is pushing at me, and suck off my succus.

"That's a good fille"I hear Daddy say.

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