Sleeping Beauty
You still have on your party dress -- the little black one -- with your ruby cashmere shawl. You're still wearing your pretty patent leather flats and have your red sequin clutch. You have the string of pearls I bought you. Your hair is tied back with a red bow -- your lipstick is deep red. You are not wearing panties.
And now you are leaning over the stone balcony railing outside our hotel room on the 17th floor overlooking Central Park. I am standing behind you. Your legs are spread. Your clitoris is throbbing in a new and delicious way because of the clamp I've fitted to it as you spread your legs like the good little submissive you are.
We arrived from the club. We checked in and hurried to our room. You were so tipsy and aroused that you nearly knocked me down to fuck me in the elevator. I took you outside on the balcony and bent you over the stone rail. I took the clamp out of my jacket pocket and unceremoniously -- almost rudely -- slipped it onto your already swollen clitoris -- and tightened it as you moaned and involuntarily gushed on my fingers.
Your inebriation has helped me out here -- you were unaware of exactly what I was doing until you felt the clamp -- a brand new sensation.
The lights of the city below are magical. It's chilly on the 17th floor. I'm playing with your pussy lips. I'm tightening the clamp again. You moan louder.
"Oh, bad, bad Daddy. That's so nasty."
"Do you like it, baby girl?"
"Oh yesssss -- Oh, Daddy -- yesssss."
Your clitoris is squeezed up and out by the clamp and I'm stroking it very gently. You are whimpering and squirming in your arousal and your aching need.
"You are lovely, darling." I say.
I take the small bottle of lube from my pocket. I put an ample amount on my fingers. I lift your skirt and slide my wetted, slippery digits between your pretty ass cheeks. You are surprised,
With my left hand, I reach down to your cunnie lips and play with them gently while I begin to tease your ass-hole with my wet, slippery right hand.
You are breathing hard and irregularly. This is also new.
"Oh -- Oh -- Oh, Daddy! What are you doing? Oh -- that's so nice -- but -- I don't know..."
"It's OK, darling. Daddy's going to make you feel very good tonight. You've been such a naughty little girl, haven't you? Opening your legs for all those people to see -- coming for them -- playing with Charlene. Now it's time for you to give yourself to Daddy."
I slip my finger easily into your ass and begin to work it. And I reach to squeeze your extended clitoris with my other hand -- squeezing hard.
You squeal as you squirm, "Ooooooh -- Ooooooh. That's so naughty, Daddy."
I reach under you and tighten the clamp another little bit -- but every little bit feels extreme. You moan and whimper.
I'm working your ass with my finger. You are breathing heavily. I slip a second finger into your ass, stretching you and working you open. You've never experienced this or anything like it. You shudder.
"That's my baby girl," I say as I pick up the pace. You pussy is actually dripping onto the stone of the balcony. You groan deep in your throat as you shudder again. "You like it, don't you, baby."
"Oh God -- Oh yes, Daddy. I was a naughty girl tonight, wasn't I?"
"Yes, baby, very naughty."
"What are you going to do to me, Daddy?"
I slide a third finger into you. You groan again. I squeeze your clitoris again.
"A little tighter, baby girl." As I tighten the clamp. The throb has become a delicious pain and you squirm and squeal and my fingers in your ass are driving you mad -- they've become incredibly arousing. You become aware that you are being driven toward orgasm by the throb in your clitoris and my fingers in your ass. The stroking of your sensitive ass hole is going to make you come -- but in such a naughty way...
I slide my fingers out. You feel frustrated. You hear me unbutton my trousers.
