I'm sitting on your lap, my little plaid skirt is so short that your friend sitting across from us can see my panties. You're sipping your drinks slowly, the two of you just shooting the breeze, enjoying the sun.
After awhile you casually move your legs apart which forces mine open even further. My breath catches but you just stroke my bare leg and murmur softly, then laugh at something your friend says.
The pungent smell of your scotch wafts on the cool ocean breeze as your hand slides up my leg. Your big fingers nudge my legs open even further before they slowly, teasingly begin tracing along the edge of my panties.
The man across from us is watching intently now and I blush trying to close my legs but your hands lose a bit of their gentleness and I subside. You settle me back against you and kiss my hair.
Leaning back like this pushes my breasts out against the thin material of my blouse. I feel vulnerable and exposed but safe. I know I'm always safe with you.
Your chest rumbles under me as you continue chatting with your buddy, sharing stories from the past. The sound of birds, the far-off cries of people down on the beach, the warm sun and the two glasses of wine lull me almost to sleep. But your fingers begin stroking me through my panties and sleep is forgotten. My breath comes faster and I know you can feel how moist I'm getting. The strokes get bolder and I get wetter.
Casually you reach down and pull the material to the side completely exposing me. I turn my head and bury my flushed face against your shoulder but I know better than to try and close my legs or cover myself. I've been too well trained.
This is my first real test. You've spent months training me to please you. It's been a joyous and wonderful time; both of us learning what the other needs and wants. Though I'm not sure I'm ready for this you're in control and I trust you. After all, I'm Pappa's little girl and my Pappa knows what's best.
Now I feel your fingers against my bare flesh tracing along the outer edges of my pussy. Your other hand is unbuttoning my blouse. You pull it open exposing my breasts to the warmth of the sun and your friend's hungry gaze. I can feel your breath, hot against my cheek as you roll my nipple between your fingertips alternately pinching and pulling at the hardened flesh until I begin to squirm in your lap.
Your right hand is still busy exploring my pussy, spreading my lips open and exposing my sex completely. I gasp when you begin pinching and pulling on my clit, matching the rhythm you've developed on my nipple.
Conversation has stopped and I peek out to find your friend is now sitting on the edge of his chair intently watching every move your hands make on my body. I'm sopping wet and you give a deep chuckle when my juices wash over your hand. Your lips are against my ear now and you alternately reassure me and praise me for being such a good little girl and making you so proud. I shiver and you warn me softly not to cum.
I have no idea what you plan to do to me or what you expect me to do. All I know is that I must do as you say. We haven't spoken of this moment, but the months of training have been well spent. I won't cum unless you tell me I can. You are my special Pappa. You control me sexually and that's how we both love it.
Your friend speaks but I have no idea what he's saying, I'm too aroused now to be aware of anything but how excited I am. I can feel your hard cock pushing against my bare ass through the light cotton of your pants. I want it in my mouth but I know better than to move without permission. While I'm trying not to cum and at the same time trying to let you know how much I want your cock sliding between my lips without breaking the rules, you and your friend have apparently decided that I'm the most interesting subject now.
"Have you ever had your own personal sex toy?" you ask your friend.
"Nothing like this." he rasps. "How far will she let you go?"
"We do have a few rules about what she really doesn't like to do but I can do just about anything to her as long as it's not really painful or brutal. She loves pleasing me and training her has been a hell of a lot of fun, I gotta tell you."
"Now that's a story I'd love to hear."
"You've got no idea, but I'll save it for later if you don't mind. We've got better things to do right now."
Even while you were talking your hands were never still. I'm fighting hard not to cum but you use both hands on my pussy, pulling back the hood and exposing my glistening little pearl.
I can't breathe. What are you going to do to it? OHMYGOD. Searing heat rips through my nervous system and I can't help but scream and try to clamp my legs closed.
But you tighten your hold on me and press your body upwards as I try to burrow back into you, trying desperately to get away from the intense heat.
I can't believe you'd do this to me. I trusted you!
Tears roll down my cheeks but I can't move to wipe them away. I can hear your voice but can't make out your words. What have you done to me? Branded me?
But the pain is shifting, receding, changing. Now it's trailing between my open lips, teasing my sensitive flesh and I find myself straining to capture it. You both chuckle now as I squirm helplessly on your lap.
The pain is gone but the fire is spreading everywhere it passes. I seek it mindlessly, my body undulating rhythmically as I try to find release.
"Please. ." I beg. But now I don't know if I'm begging you to stop or to take me over the edge.
Suddenly the heat plunges deep inside then is quickly removed only to return and be pulled away again. Seconds tick by as I wait for the heat to return. Nothing happens. I open my eyes a fraction. I need to see what you're doing to me.
Against the glaring sunlight, your friend is a dark silhouette between my lewdly sprawled legs. He's bent over the cooler at his side but has one hand still resting on my thigh. As he turns back towards me I realize that I hadn't been branded or burned. He's holding an empty bottle in his hand, ice slewing down the sides and onto the tile at his feet.
For a second I can see the devilish grin on his face as he brings it directly to my engorged clit. Even knowing it's not burning hot, I can't help but struggle against the perceived pain. One of you pinches my nipple savagely and I still.
"She really is a beautifully behaved little slut. Look at her trying to fuck that bottle. She just can't hold still." You growl with obvious pleasure.
