**Warning for violent sex and piss**
Mmm, Daddy. You always tell me that you know what sluts want, and I have to admit that you're right.
Do you remember the night you took me to that bar?
You made me wear a tiny black dress, an old one I hadn't worn in years. It was soft and thin and tight. It barely fit my big tits and they were popping out. You made me wear a tall pair of heels that I can barely walk in sober. You fastened my black leather collar and told me I was going to be a very good girl for you tonight. At first I wore my hair down but you told me I'd better pull it back, so I did. We walked through the parking lot and I could feel the air on my bare, round ass as the dress lifted with each step.
We sat at the bar and started drinking. You groped and kissed me between sips. You grabbed my tits, pinched my nipples through my dress. You squeezed my ass through the dress and rubbed it like you couldn't get enough.
A couple of times, you "accidentally" pushed the top of the dress down, just for a second. When you saw the man next to me stealing a glance at us as we kissed, you pulled the back of the dress up to show him my bare butt. It wasn't long before I could feel many eyes on us, the eyes of men who now knew I wasn't wearing a thing underneath my little dress.
The man next to me began to make remarks, telling me I looked nice and buying me a drink, exchanging knowing smiles with you as he put his hand on my thigh. With his other hand, he touched my face, stroked my hair. He joked that I was too drunk to drink and poured some of his beer into my mouth. Some of it dripped onto my face and chin, and that was when he pulled me onto his lap. He kissed and licked my face to lap up the beer, his hands becoming freer now. He touched my ass, rubbed my thighs, and finally he reached up under my skirt to cup and stroke my bare, wet pussy. You laughed as he groped my tits. You encouraged him the whole time, and it all just made me wetter as I began to grind on his lap. He even drank a mouthful of beer, pulled me close, and then spit it into my mouth, pinching my nipple and jiggling my breast as he did it.
I was panting, pressing my ass into his hard cock, knowing that everyone saw what a desperate slut I was.
After we'd had three drinks together, plus the drink the man bought me and the mouthful of his beer, you pulled me away and took me into the men's bathroom. You pressed me into the first stall and I realized it was missing its door. I didn't realize until later that you'd known this beforehand. Remembering it now makes me wet all over again.
You turned me around in front of you, pulled my the top of my dress down low so that my titties popped out. You pressed the bottom of my dress all the way up to my ribs to expose my tummy, my pussy. You squeezed my naked ass which was now facing you, and pressed the bulge in your pants against me.
You bent me forward and unzipped your pants, and then you pressed my cheeks apart and slid your long, hard cock into my pussy. I cried out, so wet and horny from playing with you and the man at the bar.
But your cock was only in my tight, wet cunt for a few strokes, pressing into me deep. You were simply soaking it in my juices. Once it was nice and wet, you pulled your cock out of my pussy and popped it right into my tight ass.
"Oh fuck!" I yelled, and I almost came right then.
Do you remember how it felt, Daddy?
As you pushed that long cock all the way up my ass, you pulled my hair so that my head tilted back toward you. I felt my back arch and my tits thrust forward. I realized, as men came into the bathroom, they would have full access to them..and they did.
The next man who came into the bathroom saw us and stopped completely, mesmerized by my big, bouncing titties that moved with every thrust of your cock into my asshole.
"You want a closer look man?" you said. "They're not bad. Double D's."
The man came closer.
"Go ahead," you told him, still fucking my ass and holding my hair tightly. "Touch those tits."
And he did. He squeezed my titties, smacked and shook them as they bounced. I moaned, feeling like such a whore as a stranger palmed my big naked tits.
"Thank him, bitch," you told me.
I whimpered in pleasure, my pussy gushing at the word "bitch."
"Thank you sir," I said. I could barely see the man because you were holding my head, my gaze up toward the ceiling. "Thank you for groping my big tits!"
"And now thank me, you greedy cunt."
"Oh god, thank you Daddy," I said. "Thank you for fucking me."
"For what, bitch? Tell us, for what?"
"Thank you for fucking my ass. Thank you for stuffing my ass. Thank you for pounding my tight asshole with your cock, Daddy. Thank you for stuffing my ass with cock!" My voice became higher and louder as you fucked me harder and deeper, making me thank you over and over, making scream as I came with your dick in my ass. A couple more men came in and they felt my tits too. I licked my lips, staring down my nose at them. One of them leaned his head forward to feel my titties bounce in his face.
And then the man who'd been sitting next to us came in. Do you remember his name? I don't, I'm not sure I ever knew it, and that made me want his cock even more. You nodded to him and he began to squeeze and pull and paw and grope my breasts. You slowed your fucking just a little, and he was able to lean down to suck my titties, to suck and bite my nipples hard, making me squeal. You pulled my head back further now so that I was looking straight up at the ceiling, unable to look at either of you at all. But I heard him undo his pants. You cupped my throat to pull my head back even more.
