A swapping perspectives story. Daddy takes kitten to a gig and decides to play with her and take what he wants amidst the crowd.
Includes fingering, blowjobs, anal plugs, orgasms in public, and just enough roughness.
The beat rumbles in my blood.
Not a band I generally enjoy, but my girl asked so prettily for me to accompany her, between swallowing my cock. How could I have said no? I have to admit, seeing them live is a different experience; the deep rhythm and heavy bass can be felt through the floor, compelling me on a primal level.
She feels it too; I watch as her body flows with the rhythm, subconsciously undulating in time. I've only ever seen her move like this when I'm taunting her body to orgasm, and something about the way her black sundress shifts with the motion...
Yeah, I'm taking her to every gig I can from now on.
Interesting. That look on her face, the look she gives me when she needs it a little rougher. I wonder...
Her eyes close again, and I slip behind her. Not an easy task in such a crowded space, but I'm big enough that people generally move out of my way. I gently collar her throat, using my other hand to pull her hips back against mine.
"Wicked girl," I whisper in her ear as she grinds into me. I watch the shiver work its way across her back in response, but she keeps dancing, keeps swaying into my eager erection.
Oh I see. Even with a hand on her throat, she thinks she's in control. Cute.
As the beat picks up, I manoeuvre her forward to the guard rail in front of the stage. I have a gift for the band, for making my girl so happy. As expected, she places her hands on the rail and watches in wide-eyed wonder. A slight moment of jealousy as her eyes linger on the guitarist, but it passes with the next shift of her ass into my hips. Tease.
My hand returns to her neck as I begin to knee her thighs further apart. It's only the pressure on her throat that keeps her from turning to look at me, but I can feel the questions turning in her mind. Good. I like surprising her.
...
Oh my word I love this band. Fuck, I'm so happy. I knew he didn't really want to come, so I figured if I asked just right I would have better odds. Luckily he likes blowjobs, I guess. But wow, seeing my favourite band with the hottest guy ever as my date? Worth lockjaw for sure.
He's moved us closer, ostensibly so I can see better. What a gentlem-- wait. Wait wait wait.
Oh.
Oh shit. Why is he choking me? Oh no, I was wet already but now I might as well toss the panties I'm wearing. I feel him spreading my legs apart and want to turn, to tell him people can see, to tell him this is not the place. But part of me is thrilled he's holding me here, because yes. I want this.
Especially when his hand drifts across my collar bone and down, fingers scattering across the sides of my breast on the way to sit just below. And the other hand, that fiend, tracing the valley between my ass cheeks as he slowly, slowly, meanders toward where I need him. I can't stop the arch in my spine as he moves, pushing myself ever so slightly closer, some primal part of me attempting to increase his access.
I feel the stutter in his movements when the hand at my ass discovers the jewelled surprise I put in before we left. Poor Daddy, thinking he had the upper hand all -
Fuuuuck. Oh god. Wow. Did not expect him to move it. Mean old man, I'm going to tell him just how mean he is after this song but oh my, oh. Oh heavens. Suddenly I feel like a southern lady, ready to clutch my pearls and swoon at the full feeling he's creating. I don't know how long I can take this.
...
*riiiiiiip*
I pocket the shreds of her panties as she stands utterly frozen.
"You know the rules, Kitten. You broke them."
"I'm sorry, Daddy, I -- "
"Kitten. Do you want your punishment to be worse?"
Wide eyes and a rapidly shaking head, a slight tremble under my fingers. I don't think I'll ever get tired of this dynamic, this control. I begin toying with the plug again, to the rhythm of the bass. A pleasant surprise to discover, and with no small amount of pride - my little convert.
"Dance for me, Kitten."
A slightly rougher plunge spurs her to motion, effectively impaling herself on the plug I'm holding with every wiggle of her hips. It's not long before I see her bitten lip, the gleam of sweat on her skin, the falter in her movements.
"That's it, that's my desperate little slut."
The effect is immediate. I had no idea my words could be so powerful, but it seems my Kitten is especially weak to them. I wonder if I could get her to the brink with words alone? Maybe bind and blindfold her, keep her spread and vulnerable, and tell her my darkest plans for her soft body. Watch her hungry pussy weep just from my voice. I wonder how long I could last before I gave in to the urge to taste.
Fuck, my cock is aching even more now, fighting against the metal of my zipper as her movements press my own hand onto it.
I hadn't even noticed my other hand drifting to caress her nipples, but I'm drawn back to the moment by that little moan as she begins to lose awareness. She's too far gone to be anxious about the crowd now as I watch her struggle to keep pace. I drop my hand to the front of her thighs and slide up slowly between them, careful to keep her dress covering my movements. As expected, she is already wet for me.
Convenient that this song is faster than the last - it gives me the perfect rhythm to toy with her clit the way she likes.
"This little pussy is soaking for me, isn't it? Who does it belong to?"
A pause as she attempts to gather her wits. Sadist that I am, I don't let up, picking up the steady fucking of her ass when she stops moving.
"I asked you a question, Kitten. Who does this slutty cunt belong to?"
"To you, Daddy. Only to you," she sighs out between fighting to stifle moans.
Mm. I never tire of hearing that, and my swelling cock agrees. I abandon her clit and give her my fingers to clean.
