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“Damien! So good to see you, buddy,” Oliver shouts as we walk up to our table.

Oliver, daddy’s best friend from school, embraces Damien with a hug and then immediately looks in my direction. His eyes hardly meet mine as they linger to the bottom of this ridiculously short dress. I look around the restaurant with embarrassment plastered on my face. A familiar place. I have fond memories here, my favorite seafood restaurant, to which I frequently visit with colleagues. Now it’s the restaurant where Im flaunting my body around in a dress that hardly covers my ass. Plus, being a little slut as I clench the buttplug inside me to prevent the wetness from my pussy leaking down my leg.

“This must by Lillian! Or do you go by Lilly?” Oliver shouts again.

As Oliver shouts my name I begin to pull out of my submission. I’m trying to focus on reality and I touch Damien’s arm for support. I need him right now to help me get through this dinner.

“Lillian.” I say flatly. “Lilly is a bit childish.” I let out in a higher pitch, correcting my tone.

“Beautiful, Lillian. Its amazing to meet you. Damien has told us so much about you and your intelligence, but he didn’t mention how gorgeous you are,” Oliver stutters, again failing to meet my eyes. Damien shakes Oliver’s shoulder, tightly, in a playful way, but also noticeably aggressive. He needs to work on his jealousy, and me being a tease accelerates that process.

“Lillian, let me introduce you to everyone,” Damien says with a smirk. He places his large hand on the small of my back and whispers, “Don’t engage much with him.” I hold in a laugh. He’s too serious and honestly, Oliver is innocent.

I stand at the table next to Damien as he’s introducing me to each of his friends, which entail a group of five including Oliver. Everyone is seated with drinks in their hands along with their eyes staring up at me. My dress is demoralizing as Damien’s friends seem to be dressed in company attire. The men at the table are staring at my legs and the one female can not hide the disgust on her face. I’m not giving it much wondered as the feeling of daddy’s cock underneath my foot is consuming most of my mind. I’ll do anything I need to, to feel his cock again, soon.

Damien pulls out my chair and I slowly sit down as I feel a slight flicker of pain in my ass. I look over at him and he gives me a look I know well. The, I’m so madly in love with you when you’re my dirty slut, look. A smile stretches onto my face.

“It is so nice to meet you all,” I say cheerfully, “Truly. I’ve been looking forward to this as you have had such an impact on Damien’s life.” Which, is a bit of a lie. Damien told me he was unhappy the majority of his school duration. He didn’t discover himself until after school, and his friends did a terrible job at supporting him until he had enough money to spend on them, such as this dinner. But he’s too kind-hearted to see it that way.

I don’t even pick up the menu as I know I won’t be deciding what I eat. Being Lillian and Damien to these people, but secretly being dominated by as daddy’s little girl gives me a chill down my spine, while my nipples begin to harden. I glance over at daddy’s thighs, then to his crotch and I feel my pussy throbbing. The waiter comes over and I hear Damien say, “She’s going to have a New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc, a dozen oysters and a side of steamed vegetables.” It takes everything in me not to let out an eye roll so I look at Damien from the corner my eye instead. I don’t quite need any form of an aphrodisiac at this point. Damien’s hand finds it’s way to my knees. Slowly as the waiter walks away he slides his hand up to my thighs. He traces his finger towards my inner thigh. Drawing circles closer and closer to my pussy. “You’re so warm,” he whispers, still with a smirk on his mouth.

I quickly push my chair back. “Out back. Now.” I say quietly with angst. I walk up from the table and rush to the backdoor entrance of the restaurant. My breaking point has been hit as I’m pent up with too much sexual energy. A couple minutes later I hear the back door open and then feel daddy’s arms wrapped around my body tightly. I hear the clicking of metal from his belt as he’s slowly pushes me towards the brick wall of the restaurant. He finds my hands and places them onto the wall above my head. “Don’t move, little girl,” he says with a demanding tone. And I don’t and he knows I won’t, because I’m desperate for his cock.

He pulls up my dress and I feel his hard cock rubbing up and down my wet pussy. I let out a moan of relief just from feeling him against me. “Who’s pussy is this?” Daddy growls.

“This is your pussy, daddy, yours.”

“I own this pussy. No one else can have it, right?”

“No one else, dadd..eeee.” I feel him shove his cock inside my pussy. He grabs my hips and doesn’t let them move as he’s fucking me firmly. I hear his balls quickly slapping against my pussy. I feel as if I have surrendered to the pleasure as the buttplug fills my ass and daddy is pounding my pussy. Everything Ive been holding in comes rushing towards my pussy. I begin shaking and daddy knows what’s coming as he wraps his hand over my mouth. My pussy convulses onto daddy’s cock. I feel tears running down my face as daddy starts fucking me harder during my orgasm. I’m overwhelmed with pain, pleasure, pressure and I feel my body undergo another wave of sensation. Daddy grabs me tighter to the point my feet are barely touching the ground anymore. He’s forcing the pleasure out of me and suddenly I feel myself squirt all over his cock. I gasp, my body starting to go limp in exhaustion from experiencing too much sensation in a short period of time. I feel daddy throbbing inside me and his cock consuming every inch of my pussy. He holds my pussy still and I feel the warmth of his cum filling me up. He stays there for a moment then puts my feet back down on the ground as he pulls out from inside me. I begin to feel his cum dripping out as he’s pushing back down my dress. He hands me my purse, and kisses the back of my head. “Go clean up.”

NSFW: yes

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