Preparing Trisha

"I got you another glass of Diet Coke...you must be exhausted," Trisha's dad said, studying her body language to get clues on what may have happened on the dance floor. Although the place was dimly lit, he noticed her bra was missing as she wore a dress where the sides were very revealing.

"Thanks Dad," Trisha said while slurping on the beverage but not looking at her dad in the eye.

"Had fun?"

Trisha looked at her dad briefly. She knew he suspected she did more than dancing on the dance floor. Trisha just smiled and nodded her head with her lips circled around the straw.

"Where is your bra?" her dad continued the questioning.

Trisha was a little startled by her dad's question. "I...I gave it to one of the guys," Trisha replied, feeling a little embarrassed.

"He asked for it...and you obliged?"

"Well...one of the guys removed it during the dance....and the other guy wanted to keep it."

"I see. You're not wearing any undies now. Hopefully you keep the dress on before the night is over," her dad said with a cheeky smile.

"Well...."

"Well what?"

"The dress came off too...although briefly."

"Oh my...they did that?" her dad asked, turning his head towards the two guys who were still at the bar. "Did they..."

"Fuck me?...No, Dad. They did everything except that," Trisha said quite boldly.

"I don't want you to go through the details...but did you cum?"

"Yes."

"Great...how many times already today?"

"Three...but who's counting?!" Trisha answered and giggled shyly.

"Going without the bra is a great idea," her dad remarked, admiring Trisha's exposed side that showed a generous portion of her breasts and possibly a hint of her areola.

"You think so?" Trisha said, turning to the side to give her dad a better view.

"Yeah...it shows enough and leaves the rest to our imagination."

"Dad...I seriously need to pee."

"Okay...go ahead."

Trisha walked to the ladies and found a long line waiting to get inside. She looked at the men's restroom on the other side of the club and found no line. She walked back to her dad.

"Too long a line at the ladies...I don't think I can hold much longer," Trisha said, a little embarrassed. "I am thinking of using the gent's. Can you follow me?"

"Sure. Let's go."

Her dad led her to the gent's and made sure no one was inside. He signaled for Trisha to get in. She rushed into the single stall but couldn't lock the door as it was broken.

"Don't worry about it. I'll stand outside and make sure no one gets in," her dad assured her.

Trisha heard her dad leave. She pulled up her dress and sat on the toilet. Meanwhile, her dad's cell phone rang as soon as he stepped outside the restroom. It was Trisha's mom and he moved to a quieter side of the club. He was clearly distracted by the call and didn't see the large tattooed biker get inside the restroom.

Trisha heard the door open and initially thought it was her dad. However, the footsteps were much heavier. She was about to use her hands to hold the door shut but it swung open. The guy was looking straight ahead and didn't notice Trisha sitting on the toilet. He unzipped his jeans and took out his semi-rigid cock.

Afraid that he might pee on her, Trisha blurted out softly, "Hey..."

The big guy was clearly startled and was wondering if he was using the ladies by mistake. Trisha quickly assured him, "Don't worry, you're in the right place...I am the one who is..."visiting". I really needed to pee."

"I need to pee too. Move back and give me an enough opening. You do your business and I'll do mine....Please hurry, I can't hold any longer."

Trisha quickly moved back and created a small opening between her open legs and the toilet seat. She raised her dress to expose enough of her pussy and she started to pee. The big guy shot his stream of pee at about the same time. He had a good aim and didn't miss. Trisha looked up and saw that his cock was pretty rigid now. She looked down and saw that his pee stream was getting closer and closer to her pussy. She tried to slide back but she couldn't move any further. Trisha watched as his urine stream mixed with hers and before long he was spraying his pee on her pussy. She lifted her dress higher as she didn't want her dress to get wet. The warm forceful jet was all over her vaginal folds and even hitting on her clit.

Trisha's pee came to a stop but the guy kept on going. She was getting turned on and used her free hand to muffle her gasps. Soon, the guy's pee became less forceful and trickled to a stop. Trisha got some bathroom tissue to wipe her pussy.

"Sorry...it's hard to control the direction...I didn't mean to get you wet," the guy pretended to apologize.

"It's okay....No harm done," Trisha said, looking up at the guy who still had his hard cock out. "You may put....that....back in now."

But the guy just stood there holding his long thick hard-on with his hands, making small circular motions with the tip. Trisha looked up and understood what he wanted. He took a step closer and held his cock about an inch away from her cherry lips. The biker was about fifty years old but Trisha thought that he had a beautiful cock. She tried to look away. The biker held her chin with his fingers, lifted and turned her head towards his manhood. With his thumb, he stroked her lower lips, gesturing her to open her mouth. Trisha parted her lips just a little and he brought the head to rest on her lower lip. Her lips quivered upon contact.

"My dad...he's waiting out..."

"Fuck your dad...open your mouth, slut!" the biker thundered.

Shocked at his outburst, Trisha opened her mouth and the old man shoved his cock into her mouth. He held her head and fucked her deep down her throat. Trisha sucked on him as he violated her. He stopped and she took over, holding the base of his shaft and sucked obediently on his thick cock. He looked down her dress and noticed her bra less breasts. He pushed both straps of her dress to the side and let it slide down a little, exposing more of her bosom. He then grabbed and squeezed each breast with his large hands. Trisha's nipples were erect and pointed now, poking sharply into his rough palms. Her gasps and soft moans were audible although she tried her best to keep quiet.

Trisha's dad was wondering what's taking his daughter so long. He's already turned one guy away saying his "girlfriend" was using the restroom. He decided to go in and find out.

"Honey...you're okay in there?" her dad asked.

Trisha let go of the cock in her mouth, took some air in and answered, "Yeah, Dad...I just need to do a little more than pee....You go to your table...I'll join you shortly."

"Okay...don't take too long."

The biker took his hard cock and started to slap Trisha's face with it. "You naughty little slut...lying to your dad just to suck on my cock." He then moved his cock down her neck and down her cleavage. He moved his cock around each breast and then to the middle, circling around her areoles and then over her protruding nipples. Trisha arched her back enjoying the pleasure the old man was providing her. He then placed his long cock between her breasts. Trisha knew what he wanted and she squeezed her 34C breasts against his shaft. His pre-cum was already oozing generously and that provided the lubricant for him to fuck Trisha's young breasts. He started slow and picked up the tempo, pushing it harder and higher up, hammering below her chin with each stroke.

When he was super hard, he took his cock and shoved it inside Trisha's mouth again. She accepted it willingly but still had both her hands on her breasts.

"Play with your pussy," he demanded.

Trisha let go of one of her breasts and moved it down to her pussy. She was not surprised to find it soaking wet. Trisha found her clit which was begging for attention. She rubbed on it and a loud gasp left her cock-filled mouth. Trisha then moved the other hand down, using one to play with her clit while using the other to drive her fingers inside her now slippery fuck hole.

"Can I fuck you?" he asked quite bluntly.

His cock still deep in her mouth, she looked up at him, not knowing what to say. Trisha wanted so much to be fucked but not sure if she should let this guy do that just because he asked. She could feel and taste the wonderful cock in her mouth and she knew it would feel so good inside her wanting pussy.

"But I don't have a condom....I'm clean...no diseases whatsoever...and I'll pull out before I cum," the biker continued.

That made Trisha's decision easy. She shook her head side to side.

"Fair enough...at least let me finger fuck you."

Trisha didn't shake her head and the man took it as consent. He bent down to slide his ring clad thick finger into her pussy. Trisha took her hands away and gave him full access. His ring grazed over Trisha's clit as his finger tunneled through. She let out a gasp and almost let his cock out of her mouth. Her pussy was tight and he felt so good to have it wrapped around his thick finger. As the biker was bent, Trisha had to lower her head to still suck on his cock. She was feeling really turned on and couldn't keep swallowing her gasps and moans. Waves of pleasure was building up fast inside her and she knew she was about to cum.

"I will cum in your mouth and you will swallow," the man said.

Trisha knew that was a better option then him messing up her hair, face or even her dress. She looked up and nodded. He started pumping hard inside Trisha's mouth and upped the tempo on the finger fucking. Trisha was not participating and she knew the man was fucking both her mouth and her pussy. She used her free hands to caress her breasts knowing that her climax was not too far away. And when she came, the old man exploded at about the same time, shooting his cum deep down her throat. In the frenzy of her powerful orgasm, Trisha swallowed spontaneously without much thought.

The old man only withdrew after depositing every drop of his cum inside her mouth. He slowly withdrew his finger and found Trisha's juices all over his fingers and hand. He admired it for a while before bringing it to his mouth to taste her.

"Mmmmmm...so sweet.....here, try," he said as he brought his finger to Trisha's trembling lips.

Trisha opened her mouth and the biker slid his finger into her mouth and lay it on her tongue. Trisha sucked on his finger softly, almost like how she sucked on his manhood earlier. He was right, she did taste very nice.

He slowly slid his finger out of her mouth and he could sense that Trisha was a tinge reluctant to let it go.

"You've been so naughty....I can't leave without punishing you a bit."

"What do you mean?" Trisha asked, a little alarmed.

"Stand up," the man ordered.

Trisha stood up almost immediately. He was still taller than her although she was wearing heels. She faced him and her exposed breasts were barely touching him in the tight stall.

"Turn around."

Trisha turned around.

"Now spread your legs on either side of the toilet.......yes, like that.....Now, bend over and place both hands on the water tank.

Trisha did as she was told. He had no condom and she hoped he will not fuck her from behind.

"Arch your ass higher."

Trisha bent further down. Her head was below her waist and her ass was being projected out on top of her long spread legs. She waited and after nearly a minute in that position, she felt his rough, warm hands on her ass. Trisha gasped as his hands felt so good. He caressed her ass, exploring her soft smooth skin. His fingers probed the valley between her cheeks, slowly running his fingers over her anus and her still wet pussy. She couldn't help but to moan softly. This is why she loved older men, Trisha thought to herself. They know how to turn on a woman's senses. If this was punishment, Trisha wanted it not to stop.

When she was least expecting it, the old man gave her a hard spank on her smooth ass. She let out a loud scream and her body jerked. The man kept her in place with one hand.

"Stay still you naughty slut!" the biker roared. "This is your punishment. Arch your ass high and take it like a good girl."

Trisha did as she was told and waited for the next spank. She didn't have to wait long for the next one to land hard on the other ass cheek, burning her soft skin.

"Oh God!" she moaned, feeling the pleasure of the pain.

"Call me Daddy," the old man demanded.

"No!" Trisha shot back.

The biker spanked her very hard on the same ass cheek and Trisha couldn't help but to cry out in pain.

The old man bent forward and slid two of his fingers inside Trisha's tight but soaking pussy and asked her in a whispering tone, "Who's your Daddy?"

Trisha felt her pussy going against her will and adjusting to let the alien fingers invade her private hole. In her mind, she felt as if he was slowly inserting his thick cock deep inside . Trisha knew she was defeated. "You are," she replied after a brief pause.

"Do you like Daddy's "cock" inside you?"

"Yes."

"You dirty slut." He used his left hand to smack her ass hard while continue to slide in and out using the fingers of his right hand.

"Call me!"

"Daddy..."

"Louder!"

"Daddy!"

"Don't stop...keep calling me."

Trisha kept calling out "Daddy" to please him. She tried to block the thought but she couldn't help thinking it was her dad behind her. That thought just opened her floodgates releasing generous amounts of pussy juice.

"You're liking this...Is your Dad fucking you?"

"No!"

"Well...do you want him to?"

"No!"

"Are you sure? You're soaking wet."

"I don't...know. It's....not right."

"I would fuck you if you were my daughter. It would be a waste not to use you. You look so delicious. I'll fuck you everyday. Can you feel dad's "cock" inside your pussy?"

"Yes.."

The old man spanked her hard and Trisha quickly corrected herself, "Yes, Dad."

"That's better. I want you to now move your pussy against my "cock"," the biker demanded while adding another finger to the first two. His fingers were thick and long and Trisha felt as if a real huge cock was entering her as she moved against him.

"Faster...take all of daddy's "cock" inside you.....yeah, like that....deeper....deeper.....take it all in."

Trisha could feel another orgasm building inside her. She arched and moved her hips faster against his "shaft". Her pussy was dripping with her juices and the old man's fingers were drenched and slippery. His pinky was also slowly dabbing Trisha's anus as she moved against him. With each stroke, he pushed it a little deeper into the lower hole.

Trisha felt the unfamiliar intrusion. She have never tried anal before, not even with a finger. Trisha was very turned on and the fourth finger slowly invading her virgin asshole just took her excitement to new levels. Her moans were getting too loud and the man had to bring his free hand to her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure. With each stroke, his pinky finger was invading deeper and deeper inside her anus. When the biker felt that her asshole was relaxed and adjusted to his little finger, he moved his ring finger down to join the pinky. On the next stroke, Trisha felt something thicker enter her anus. She let out a loud grunt and moved her ass to take both fingers inside her while the other two fingers slid easily into her pussy. Trisha felt as if she was being double- penetrated. All it took was another five strokes, and she came quite violently. Her body shook as she bathed in her orgasm. Exhausted, she rested her head on her hands over the water tank. Her long legs were still spread and juices flowed down her slender thighs. Her body was still shaking and her breathing was heavy, as her breasts moved up and down with each intake of air.

The old man slowly slid all fingers out of her holes and wiped them dry with bathroom tissue. Trisha was spent and couldn't move. She kept her bent position over the toilet, still catching her breath. The old man helped her up and turned her around. He pulled the straps of her dress back on her shoulders while tucking her breasts in. He also pulled down the hem of her short dress so that her privates are covered.

"Are you okay? Can you walk?" he asked with a smile. Trisha nodded. "You have to call me." He pulled down one of her dress straps again, scooped out her left breast and held it on his palm. He took out a pen and wrote his phone number on the top of her breast. "Call me, and when you do....address me as Daddy or Dad....okay?"

Trisha nodded again. She was not sure if she will ever call him. However, she knew she will surely save his number on her phone.

To be continued...