"It's time, girl."
I heard what I assumed was the door opening and then felt the firm tug of the leash as Sir drew me through it. I moved on hands and knees, of course.
I knew what I was to do. Sir had prepared me well, and he had assured me that regardless of my actions, my safety would not be in jeopardy. Sir had told me there would be no more than a handful of others there to observe me. Despite this, though, I was terrified. It would be my first time "performing" like this. Part of me wanted to resist and play innocent, while the other half desired more than anything to make Sir proud of his perfect little cockslut. I knew it was this part of me that had to be in control tonight.
Despite a lack of visual sense – I was blindfolded as Sir and I had agreed – my hearing and other senses seemed heightened. I could smell the mix of scents in the room I had entered: cigarette smoke, alcohol, colognes, and some other odours of a more bodily persuasion. I heard clinking glasses, murmuring voices of men and women, and immediately the sound of my own pounding heart was vibrating through my head. It seemed like more than just "a handful" of people before me.
I was distracted by this realization when I felt the tug of my leash again and followed Sir's pull. I knew he would sit, and that it was up to me to do the rest.
I felt for his shoes and bent my face to them, loyally lapping the brushed leather. I drew my face upwards, not losing contact with Sir's leg against my cheek, and moved my hands between his thighs. I undid his pants and pushed my face forward, nuzzling lovingly, feeling his half-hard cock responding to me.
Here, I felt his hand on my back, pushing downwards slightly; I knew this to mean he wished for my ass to be pushed up wards for display, and so I obeyed, wondering if the observers were actually paying attention to my movements. The background sounds had not seemed to lessen. I arched myself appropriately, spread my legs, and heard Sir's low response; "Good girl." It made my heart flutter.
Taking his warm cock in my hand, I felt it surge as I led it to my eager mouth and wrapped my glossed lips around it. I could picture the reddish-pink ring of colour I would leave around it this first moment. It always pleased me to see that temporary mark of my own creation. It was a simple reminder of my role; Daddy's little whore. My mouth belonged on his cock, and the ring of colour only underscored it.
My tongue swirled and lapped, flicking and pressing, and Sir's cock slid in and out of my mouth. His hands wrapped in my hair every now and then, reminding me of his ultimate control as he fucked his hole. I took as much as I could, feeling my eyes water beneath the dark blindfold, wanting the group to know I was built to please my Daddy Sir.
My pussy had always grown wet when I sucked cock, and this was no exception. I knew the others would be able to see it, if they were bothering to look, and the thought of it caused me to moan a little more as I sucked, and to begin wriggling and moving my ass in slow circles. I was a wet little cocksucker, it's true, but I know Daddy liked me that way. It made me suck all the better.
