Dinner with Daddy and My Parents

I was nervous, it was the first time that my Dom was meeting my parents. Not that they knew that of course, that he was a Dom I mean. They did know, however, that he was quite a good bit older than me, and it puzzled them a little. I couldn't see why, for older men where usually more sophisticated, didn't spend 14 hours a day playing video games in their pants and were typically better at everything when compared to their younger versions. Including conversation and sex, not that the latter would give my parents much comfort.

Despite him being older, his vigour was that of a teen, and he'd be quite insistent on us 'getting close' as it were, before we left for dinner.

But I was so nervous, I'd put him off. Now I wished I'd at least finished him off quickly with my hands, because he was so pent up that he was practically eating me with his eyes.

Being nervous, his obvious desire to throw me down on the table in front of my parents, so he could pump a load in me wasn't really helping. He wouldn't do it of course, but his eyes plainly conveyed it, and I didn't know what my father would think if that look lingered over the dinner table.

I was nervous for nothing though, as greeting my parents went without a hitch. While everyone was more than pleasant, there was still a slight air of discomfort, but it eased quickly. His natural charm had them eating out of his hand in no time. Soon the drinks were coming, food was on the table, and conversation was flowing in our private booth. I think they'd started to realise that their daughter dating an older guy wasn't so bad after all. He had a good head on his shoulders, a job, a house, and was intelligent and sensible. Who better to look after their little princess. What I left unsaid of course, was that I was also 'his' little princess, and sensible though he may be in a normal scenario, just moments before leaving for dinner, he would happily have let me meet my parents with mascara running down my cheeks, from where I'd been gagging on his dick.

That situation hadn't changed much, for when my mother complimented him on something and I laid my hand on his thigh and smiled over at him, I could feel the rigid length straining his trousers.

I was momentarily shocked, but he just looked me in the eye, seriously and unblinking . . . dinner continued.

It seemed that his composure was starting to strain as time went by. My father was half merry with drink, and as each round came, my Dom was loosening too. He was never inappropriate, but his touches lingered, and I could hear his breathing start to deepen. I was slightly relieved therefore, when my father stood up to use the toilets, which broke the building tension. My mother stood too, and she asked me if I was going as well. I didn't really need to go, but was about to anyway, when I felt his hand close about my wrist. So I shook my head and she followed my father.

As soon as they had left, his lips locked on mine, and I was treated to the most passionate kiss I'd ever received. I would've felt embarrassed had this part of the restaurant, in a basement, not been dim and shadowed; lit only by orange light that left the booths cosy and private.

I felt sure that kiss had been the reason he kept me there, but his hand that had lingered at the back of my neck, suddenly took my hair and pushed me down.

I know it's almost a cliché now, giving a blowjob in a booth, but I hadn't even realised his cock was standing proudly to attention until it was smacking against my lips. This time he gave me no chance to put him off, and even if I hadn't opened my mouth to protest, thus giving him and easy opening, I truly believe he would've applied pressure until my lips were forced apart.

Upon opening my mouth, he pushed me down so that that head pressed my lips apart. And then he pushed further, until I was sinking down along the thick shaft.

I was scared, what if someone saw. The thought of a waiter seeing was bad enough, but my mother, or worse yet, having my father catch me half way down a dick was terrifying. And I felt sure that if nobody had yet seen us, they would certainly hear the long drawn out groan that he made as I sank lower along its length.

He bundled up my thick curly hair, gathering it up in his fist and holding it, so that it mushroomed out over the back of hand. And with me thus held, he began to work me up and down on his manhood.

I wasn't overly experienced sexually, and though I was getting better, I hadn't quite mastered the act of not suffocating while giving head. And this time it wasn't me being allowed to administer the job, but him using my mouth for his pleasure; which he did, cramming me down on it until it hit the back of my throat so that I gagged and spluttered.

Even though the scenario was now starting to excite me, helped along by his hand reaching up under my dress to rub me through my knickers, I was nevertheless happy that I could already feel him reaching his end. The sooner he came, the better. I had been with him long enough to know the signs, so I tried to breathe through my nose and let him spill in my throat. When all of a sudden he pulled me up, my mouth making a sound like a plunger, and my lungs automatically sucking in air like a diver surfacing. He pressed my head to his shoulder and flipped the table cloth up over his lap as he did. My mother arrived and 'awwwed' at our embrace, not knowing that I had to dab my mouth on his shirt to clear away my saliva. This done, I smiled at her, deliberately not meeting his eyes, knowing how much frustration would be in them.

It wasn't long however before my father suggested we move on for drinks and my Dom said he would get us a drink while we waited, if I'd call a taxi. Realising I had no signal, I took the stairs up and out of the restaurant, talking to him about how things were going well. When I'd stepped outside I realised that he was still with me, and I said 'I thought you were getting drinks?'

'I've left my wallet in the car.' Was his reply, so I walked with him to the far end of the car park.

I was so used to him giving me commands by now, that I didn't even question them, but when he asked me to reach over the seat to get his phone from the glovebox, it wasn't a command, just a partner asking something of the other.

I leaned in over the drivers seat and placed a hand on the passengers one, to open the flap. A cursory search turned up nothing, and I asked him if he was sure it was in there. As I did so, my dress was yanked up over my butt cheeks, and he gripped my underwear at either side and in one fluid motion, drew them straight down to my calves. In shock I had tried to move, but I tangled myself and fell forward over the seats and knocked the wind out of myself on the gearstick.

I didn't have time to react to this as he placed his hands on my hips and lifted me up so that my knees instinctively rested on the seat closest to him.

I heard his zip undo, and felt the heavy slap of his dick against my pussy. I guess I should've predicted this one, and I was only happy that the low light level meant that my burning cheeks didn't show too much. I was such a silly child sometimes, and as trusting as a puppy.

He lined his penis up and began to push himself inside me. I made an uncomfortable noise, as I wasn't even remotely prepared, and the thin film of pre-cum that he was coated in wasn't quite enough to lubricate his way. He drew the head back out, and I heard him spit on the end of it before pushing himself back inside. With a few thrusts he had opened me up to him, and once again my body began to respond.

Even so, his thrusts were frenzied and fast. Where usually he took the time to build me up slowly, he was taking no chances this time in being disturbed half way through. I could feel his frustration and his pent up tension from the way he gripped my hips and ass. His fingers pinching the tender flesh as he rode me, slamming his cock into me so that my knees were jolting forward with each thrust. He countered this, by dragging me back to meet him, so that I was hammered forward and then pulled back against him, just to be hammered forward again.

At first his body was an intrusion that mine couldn't accommodate, but as my own sensation built, I felt my pussy grow wet.

Though my body was responding to both his dick and the way he roughly held me, not to mention his heavy, furious grunts, I was petrified once more that we would be caught. I found myself glancing over the seats and through the back window at the other side of the car park. Like us, occasionally people stepped out, and though we were at the far end from the door, the car light lit me up. It was hard to keep my gaze there, being fucked forward and back on my knees. But I tried. It seemed to bother him, for he wrapped up the mass of my hair again and drew my back against his chest so that he could hiss in my ear.

'Don't be looking over there, it doesn't matter if someone sees, I'll deal with it. Your only concern is servicing my dick!'

And to illustrate his point, he flipped me over so that I was laying across the seat. He whipped my panties up and off my feet and tossed them into the car.

I was breathless and shaking from adrenaline and suppressed fear, and I lay there sucking in deep breaths with my legs in the air, wide open. I could feel the cool night air against my damp thighs and see the carpark lights glinting off of his slick cock before he pushed himself back inside me.

Now he was above me, throwing my legs over each shoulder respectively, and laying himself over me so that my knees pressed into my chest. The position deprived me of air, and the situation was exacerbated by the fact that as he pumped himself inside me, what little air I had was expelled from my lungs. With so little oxygen, my vision blurred and my already besieged mind was falling in and out of full control and awareness of my surroundings. Eventually he rose, and dragged me to the edge of the seat, wrapping my legs about him so that he could grind his dick into me. This sent me over the edge, the feeling of him both inside me, and the hard pubic surface rubbing against my clit.

I was in no better state where breathing was concerned though, as the moment he'd moved, his hands had started pressing each side of my throat until I was almost passing out. It was then that my orgasms hit, not that I could count them: two, four or more? But they came and blew away what little grip on reality I had.

I didn't come back around until he slapped me on either cheek, shocking me back to the present. I looked up at him, my eyes both startled and bleary and tried to focus.

'When I want to fuck, you should be on your knees with your mouth open before I've even got my belt undone. Which is what you should've done earlier. Now we're out with your parents and you're in the car park getting dicked like some dumb slut.

With that, his thrusts grew even more furious as he looked down at me with frightening eyes as he used me. I was in no doubt about that in those moments, that I was a thing to be used to his satisfaction. He didn't care that I was no

longer capable of mental, let alone physical action, or that he was being rough with me, forcing himself inside my tender pussy; I was just a fucktoy, a place to

dump his load. Which he did, practically shouting as he did so; and I felt him twitching inside of me as his warm cum flooded my stomach.

When he lifted me into a sitting position he pushed the kinks of my hair back and had me take him in my mouth before having me place him back inside his trousers and doing him up. Then he lifted me again, this time to my feet, and cradled me as I fell forward. He supported me, and kissed me slowly and deeply. After my legs were able to support me, we returned to the restaurant, though I still walked like a newborn deer; legs all over the place. I suddenly remembered my discarded underwear laying on the back seat of the car, when I felt a trickle of cum on the inside of my thigh.

I wasn't sure how long we'd been, it could've been ten minutes, it could've been an hour, but he stopped to order drinks before essentially depositing me back on the booth seat. I was so thankful to be sitting and I sat looking out with a pie-eyed expression.

'What times the taxi coming, dear?' My mother asked me, and it took a full twenty seconds before my mind registered what she said.

'Oh...' I said blearily, the cleared my throat and continued 'I forgot to call one.'

At which point my Dom turned to me at looked at me with his glittering eyes. He could've said any choice of smart remark, like 'you had one job' or 'you'd lose your head if it wasn't screwed on'. But he didn't need to, his eyes said it all.