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Mary-Anne, despite her good looks, had still been a virgin at 19 when she’d met her Daddy. A combination of nerves and fear around sex had kept her legs closed, and she was lucky she had, as that had what first endeared her Daddy to her when they’d met. For 3 years they had kept up a gentle, tender relationship, which made Mary-Anne thankful she had the honour of pleasing him every day.

Today was their 3 year anniversary, so Mary-Anne was patiently waiting at the park bench where they’d met. She’d already been sat for an hour, but this was their typical routine. Her Daddy liked keeping her waiting and often took hours to arrive to their agreed meeting place, despite Mary knowing that he’d had nothing essential to do beforehand. Once he’d left her writhing on a vibrator for 4 hours while he’d gone out for what he said would be a quick trip to the store. When he’d finally returned, he’d found her passed out on the bed, twitching and flushed. She only knew this because of the pictures he’d taken of her, and hung on a wall in his house.

Mary Anne’s leg bounced and a shiver ran through her. She only wore a thin yellow sundress and white heels. It had capped sleeves, a low neckline and a short hemline, all of which weren’t suited for the lukewarm temperature, but it was what she’d had on when her Daddy had first approached her, and she was a sentimental person.

The bench groaned as someone sat next to her, and she turned her head to look at what appeared to be a mid-40’s, slightly balding man with relatively good physique. She gave him a small smile, but knew he must’ve noticed her tense shoulders and now trembling hands.

“Hiya, Darling.” His voice was chirpy and smooth and completely unassuming.

Mary cleared her throat and tried to lean away, only achieving to press the armrest uncomfortably into her side, “Hi.”

“That’s a nice getup you have,” He shuffled closer so they were thigh by thigh, and wrapped an arm around her waist, giving the curve of her hip a hard squeeze. Mary was as tense as a rod, and cringing at the scent of the man’s body odour.

“Um, thanks.” The words came out quiet enough that if the man hadn’t been as close to her as he was, he wouldn’t have heard her. “I- uh.” Mary was too much of a shy and awkward person to be confrontational in any sense, even if she wanted to crawl out of her skin at a strangers touch.

“You know,” the man continued, “I’ve seen you sat here for the past, what, hour or so.”

“40 minutes,” she quietly corrected.

The man smiled, as if he were holding in a laugh, “Sorry darling; 40 minutes.” Mary didn’t find out what had been funny about what she had said, She didn’t find out why he was still sitting so close. Why his other hand, the one not wrapped around her, was now resting on her thigh.

“I’d gone and grabbed lunch with a friend,” the man continued, “Talked, laughed, had a few pints. And a terrific fish and chips might I add. Then to my surprise, when I was walking back home past this park again, I saw you still sat here, looking perfect as a peach.”

Mary-Anne’s brows furrowed, “Why would a peach be perfect? It bruises easily and has a short shelf life. Well, relative to other fruits. A banana would be a better comparison.”

The man laughed outright this time, “Perfect as a banana then.” His hand inched up her crossed legs, fingers squashed between the overlap of her thighs. He leaned his head in close to hers. His lips brushed the shell of her ear as he whispered, “Could you do me a favor, darling.”

Mary shrunk into herself, “Um, I’m- I don’t-”

“Come on,” he drawled.

“I can’t-”

He squeezed her tighter, closer to him, “Don’t let me down darling.”

“I-” Mary let out a defeated sigh, before saying in a quiet voice, “Okay.” She figured that it’d take less time to do the favor than to sit here while he pressed.

She felt his grin against her cheek, “Perfect answer doll.” He moved his hands so both rested on her hips, and lifted her up off the bench and onto his lap, so she sat straddling him, all while saying, “I need your help getting rid of something.”

She blinked down at him, mouth and eyes open in shock. “What-?” she gasped.

He’d kept his hands on her hips, and moved them so she was grinding on him in slow back and forth movements.

“Oh,” Mary couldn’t help but moan. His bulge was pressed against her pussy, and the cold from the metal zip of his jeans could be felt through her underwear. “Yeah, now you’re starting to get it ain’t you.”

“I- wait, I can’t.” Mary tried to lift herself off but his grip on her didn’t loosen. She tried to pull his hands off her but he only held on tighter.

He huffed, irritated. “Look- um,” he paused, furrowing his brow, “What’s your name again?”
“Mary-Anne.” She couldn’t help but blush.

He laughed, “Of course it is. Look Mary-Anne, a promise is a promise. You can’t back out now.”

“But-”

“Do you wanna waste time arguing or help finish me off quickly?”

He didn’t give her time to answer before continuing to grind her down on him moving his hands down to her ass, giving it a rough squeeze. Mary rested her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance now that he was getting faster.

“Oh God,” Mary murmured under her breath, and began moving with him.

“That’s it,” He kept one hand on her ass and used the other to undo the bow at the front of her dress. The fabric covering her cleavage fell open, revealing her bare breasts. Mary gasped, and before she could try to cover up, he was already licking and sucking. She looked around the park, double checking there was no one around. She could barely concentrate through from the throbbing sensation of her clit from the friction against the denim, and now the slight sweet pain from her tits.

“Ah. Ohhh yes. Oh fuck. Please.” Mary could barely breath. She could only focus on moving faster. Harder.

“Please what?”

“Oh, ohhhhh. Please. Don’t stop.” Mary threw her head back, panting and moaning at the sky. “I can’t. I- fuck.”

“Naughty girl. Who said you could swear.”

Mary couldn’t take it. She burst. Her climax crashed through her, causing her sore knees to shake and body tremble. She fell aside on top of him, her arms wrapped around his neck, unintentionally burying him deeper into her cleavage. His hands on her the only thing keeping Mary tethered to reality. She didn’t know she could experience so much pleasure while clothed.

Mary sat panting for what felt like forever, letting the tweets of birds and rustling of trees lull her back to reality. She finally pulled back, uncomfortably aware of the dampness of his jeans caused by her. Caused by only her she realised, as she registered the feel of his still hard dick beneath her. Mary looked down at him, and watched his hungry gaze travel over the flush of her cheeks, and follow the redness down to the peaks of her breast.

Mary cleared her throat, “I- um. Thanks. I guess.” She felt herself turn redder. She didn’t know what to say in this situation. “I should really get going before my Daddy arrives.”

His eyes didn’t leave her chest. It didn’t seem like he’d bothered listening to anything she’d said.

“Um excuse me… Sir?” Mary began squirming in his lap, but promptly stopped as soon as she felt the slickness in her panties.

He kept his eyes on her tits as he said, “Darling, you’ve still not fulfilled your promise. Your not free till you do.”

“But-”

He lifted her off his lap and dropped her to the ground. “Ahh!” The tough concrete and small rocks dug into her knees, but a tight grip on her hair shut her up.

He unbuttoned and unzipped with one hand, then pulled out his thick cock. He slapped it against her cheek a few times, as if to wake it up. Or wake her up. “Look, the quicker you get this done, the quicker you leave. Sound fair?”

As soon as Mary opened her mouth to reply, he shoved her down to swallow him. She gagged, back convulsing at the sudden intrusion, but he only pushed her further. He held her down until she stopped twitching, then let her up for a breath. “Wait,” she pleaded, gasping out the word, “Please, I can’t-”

Her face was forced down again, held there for a few seconds longer, before coming up again. Her eyes were already red and watetery, but yhe sight of Mary blinking up at him, only made him want her more.

“Please.” Her voice was quieter this time, desperate. But he ignored her, and started fucking her face this time round. He bobbed her head up and down on him, groaning, and closing his eyes in pleasure. *Christ, this mouth,* he wondered to himself.

“That’s it,” he groaned, “Fuck, that’s it.”

He ignored the repeated glurg sound that came from her, and continued moving her in a steady rhythm. Her warm mouth made him feel ecstatic, and the slight pain of her nails digging into his thighs where she pushed against him was thrilling.

Mary felt the pressure on the back of her head disappear, and she threw herself off, fully sobbing now. He reached down for her and she flinched away, but to her surprise he was pulling the hem of her dress up, not grabbing her hair, Mary’s relief made her completely compliant, not thinking or fighting back as she lifted her arms up to help him remove her sundress.

Before she knew it, she was naked, on all fours on the grass, with a dick was slowly entering her vagina. “You’re a fucking whore aren’t you.”

“Please Sir,” she whined. She didn’t know exactly what she was begging for. Her dripping wet pussy made it clear how horny she was. It was hard to keep fighting back. Not she’d done a good job of it so far.

He slapped her ass hard, making her elicit a loud yelp. “Horny slut,” he murmured as he rammed in and out of her.

Mary couldn’t stop her moans. She’d never been treated so roughly. Her Daddy had all the time been gentle, and their sex was full of caresses and whispered promises.

“Oh please. Harder. Harder.” She panted out.

“Yeah, you love this don’t you. Tits out in public, and all you care about is getting off.” He gripped her ass hard in one hand, and continued spanking her with the other. He was pounding into her so hard she could hardly breath.

“Ah, ah, ah, ahhhh.” Mary reached down and started rubbing her clit with a hand. Her moans became even louder the second she touched herself, but as soon as he noticed, he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her, so it was bent behind her back in an uncomfortable, near painful position.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” He growled.

“Oh god. Oh fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me. Please don’t stop never stop. I can’t. I can’t.” Mary’s voice was so high pitched, breathy, and intercut with the slapping noise her ass made as it hit his thighs, that her words were unintelligible.

“Fuck, I’m nearly there.” He breathed. His thrusts became more powerful, and Mary was on cloud 9. Her climax came closer and closer.

“Please Sir. Please touch me,” she begged. Tears were dripping down her face and onto the grass below her. He reached down and rubbed her clit in rapid circles, and Mary burst. Her eyes rolled back, and her legs shook so hard she couldn’t keep herself up. The only thing stopping her from faceplanting was his hand flat on her stomach, holding her up.

Mary squirted. Her juices came spraying out of her, trickling down her leg. He pulled his still hard dick out of her, and watched her cunt spasm. “Fuck that’s hot.” he murmured and gave her ass a hard spank.

“Argghhh,” Mary was in so much pleasure it felt like pain. She honestly thought for a second if she had died and this was heaven.

He reached down and began gently rubbing her cunt again with his thumb, and more juices squirted out and she began shaking even harder, “Stop, I can’t,” she pleaded, “Please, I can’t take it.” He leaned in and took one long lick, before relenting. He played with her ass, jiggling, grabbing and spanking, as he gave her time to recover. Mary knelt panting, eyes closed, trying to gather her bearings.

She lifted her head, and began to turn to face him, but stopped cold at the sight of a figure leaning on a tree, not so far away watching them.

“Daddy?” She breathed, body flashing hot and cold with fear.

The man behind her laughed and gave her ass another spank, “Oh I like that name darling.”

Mary-Anne slowly shook her head, pushing his hand away from her. She covered her tits with an arm, and stood up on shaking legs, “Daddy?” She said a little louder. She felt nauseous. It was definitely her Daddy standing there watching them. For how long, she didn’t know. She didn’t want to know. She couldn’t imagine how betrayed he must feel. Mary knew that she herself would be destroyed if she saw her Daddy with another woman.

“Oh God.” She breathed to herself. She heard the man behind her begin talking and touching her again, but she couldn’t focus on what he was saying. It felt as if someone had reached into her chest and squeezed. She shoved his hands away again, and started towards her Daddy. He turned away, from her, walking quickly away, but Mary-Anne chased after him. “Daddy,” she called, not caring about the attention she might attract, not caring she was naked, not caring about the other man she was leaving behind. Oh God, what had she done?

“Daddy,” she called a little louder, “Daddy I’m sorry.”

He ignored her, turning a corner, and leaving her view.

Mary-Anne ran after him. Her ass and tits jiggled as she went, and she had more than a few heads turn her away, but she continued chasing after him, barely able to keep him in her sight with how far ahead he was.

She turned another corner, the same one she wondered he had, but saw no one. “Daddy,” she whimpered, “Daddy, I’m sorry. Please don’t leave.” Mary fell to her knees, sobbing, heart shattered and broken.

NSFW: yes

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