A swapping perspectives story. Daddy takes kitten to a gig and decides to play with her and take what he wants amidst the crowd.

Includes fingering, blowjobs, anal plugs, orgasms in public, and just enough roughness.

The beat rumbles in my blood.

Not a band I generally enjoy, but my girl asked so prettily for me to accompany her, between swallowing my cock. How could I have said no? I have to admit, seeing them live is a different experience; the deep rhythm and heavy bass can be felt through the floor, compelling me on a primal level.

She feels it too; I watch as her body flows with the rhythm, subconsciously undulating in time. I’ve only ever seen her move like this when I’m taunting her body to orgasm, and something about the way her black sundress shifts with the motion…

Yeah, I’m taking her to every gig I can from now on.

Interesting. That look on her face, the look she gives me when she needs it a little rougher. I wonder…

Her eyes close again, and I slip behind her. Not an easy task in such a crowded space, but I’m big enough that people generally move out of my way. I gently collar her throat, using my other hand to pull her hips back against mine.

“Wicked girl,” I whisper in her ear as she grinds into me. I watch the shiver work its way across her back in response, but she keeps dancing, keeps swaying into my willing erection.

Oh I see. Even with a hand on her throat, she thinks she’s in control. Cute.

As the beat picks up, I manoeuvre her forward to the guard rail in front of the stage. I have a gift for the band, for making my girl so happy. As expected, she places her hands on the rail and watches in wide-eyed wonder. A slight moment of jealousy as her eyes linger on the guitarist, but it passes with the next shift of her ass into my hips. Tease.

My hand returns to her neck as I start to knee her thighs further aside. It’s only the pressure on her throat that keeps her from turning to look at me, but I can feel the questions turning in her mind. Good. I like surprising her.

…

Oh my word I love this band. Fuck, I’m so happy. I knew he didn’t really want to come, so I figured if I asked just right I would have better odds. Luckily he likes blowjobs, I guess. But wow, seeing my favourite band with the hottest guy ever as my date? Worth lockjaw for sure.

He’s moved us closer, ostensibly so I can see better. What a gentlem– wait. Wait wait wait.

Oh.

Oh shit. Why is he choking me? Oh no, I was wet already but now I might as well toss the panties I’m wearing. I feel him spreading my legs aside and want to turn, to tell him people can see, to tell him this is not the place. But part of me is thrilled he’s holding me here, because yes. I want this.

Especially when his hand drifts across my collar bone and down, fingers scattering across the sides of my breast on the way to sit just below. And the other hand, that fiend, tracing the valley between my ass cheeks as he slowly, slowly, meanders toward where I need him. I cannot stop the arch in my spine as he moves, pushing myself ever so slightly closer, some primal part of me attempting to increase his access.

I feel the stutter in his movements when the hand at my ass discovers the jewelled surprise I put in before we left. Poor Daddy, thinking he had the upper hand all –

Fuuuuck. Oh god. Wow. Did not expect him to move it. Mean old man, I’m gonna tell him just how mean he is after this song but oh my, oh. Oh heavens. Suddenly I feel like a southern lady, ready to clutch my pearls and swoon at the full feeling he’s creating. I don’t know how long I can take this.

…

*riiiiiiip*

I pocket the shreds of her panties as she stands utterly frozen.

“You know the rules, Kitten. You broke them.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I — “

“Kitten. Do you want your punishment to be worse?”

Wide eyes and a rapidly shaking head, a slight tremble under my fingers. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this dynamic, this control. I start toying with the plug again, to the rhythm of the bass. A pleasant surprise to find, and with no small amount of pride – my little convert.

“Dance for me, Kitten.”

A slightly rougher plunge spurs her to motion, effectively impaling herself on the plug I’m holding with every wiggle of her hips. It’s not long before I see her bitten lip, the gleam of sweat on her skin, the falter in her movements.

“That’s it, that’s my desperate little slut.”

The effect is immediate. I had no idea my words could be so powerful, but it seems my Kitten is especially weak to them. I wonder if I could get her to the brink with words alone? Maybe bind and blindfold her, keep her spread and vulnerable, and tell her my darkest plans for her soft body. Watch her hungry pussy weep just from my voice. I wonder how long I could last before I gave in to the urge to taste.

Fuck, my cock is aching even more now, fighting against the metal of my zipper as her movements press my own hand onto it.

I hadn’t even noticed my other hand drifting to caress her nipples, but I’m drawn back to the moment by that little moan as she begins to lose awareness. She’s too far gone to be anxious about the crowd now as I watch her struggle to keep pace. I drop my hand to the front of her thighs and slide up slowly between them, careful to keep her dress covering my movements. As expected, she is already wet for me.

Convenient that this song is faster than the last – it gives me the perfect rhythm to toy with her clit the way she likes.

“This little pussy is soaking for me, isn’t it? Who does it belong to?”

A pause as she attempts to gather her wits. Sadist that I am, I don’t let up, picking up the steady fucking of her ass when she stops moving.

“I asked you a question, Kitten. Who does this slutty cunt belong to?”

“To you, Daddy. Only to you,” she sighs out between fighting to stifle moans.

Mm. I never tire of hearing that, and my swelling cock agrees. I abandon her clit and give her my fingers to clean.

“Good girl.”

…

Mm that’s so hot. It’s so demeaning to have a mouth full of fingers covered in my own taste, and I don’t fully find out why it turns me on even more. But when he calls me a good girl… fuck. My subby little heart is bursting at the praise.

But AH. AH NO. I was so close, I could die. I’m literally shaking with need, holding myself up by the rail, panting to keep from crying out. I don’t care who’s watching, I’d let him bend me over right here.

I try to turn, to make it easier to speak, but that damn hand is still holding me hostage by the plug in my ass. The plug that is, quite notably, not moving.

“Daddy. Daddy please.”

“Yes, Kitten?”

In, out. As languid as the beat. His voice has dropped to some cocky sexy whisper that only makes me more desperate. I don’t know if I love this song anymore or hate it for being too slow. I’m so pent up, I cannot even answer, instead attempting to slam my hips back harder. But of course, he’s ready for that and releases the plug entirely. I cannot even stop the whimper that escapes as my bare ass brushes his erection, the roughness of his shorts only adding to the stimulation.

“Use your words, Kitten.”

Ah hell. I cannot even bring myself to worry about being overheard. Priorities.

“I need it. Please please let me cum?”

“No. You broke the rules. This is your punishment.”

I could cry or scream or beg. I feel like doing all three as my need drips slowly down my thighs. As usual, begging wins. Maybe if he likes it, he’ll take pity on me?

“I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise. Please?”

“Now Kitten…”

Suddenly there is a hand around my throat and a hand fucking my ass again with the plug, and I am all but collapsing to the floor as his whiskers scrape my ear.

“You want to be good for Daddy?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll do anything.”

I should know that the satisfied “hmm” that escapes him is a warning. I should be concerned about what he has planned. But my entire universe is zeroed in on the feeling of my ass being penetrated over and over by the plug and the warm breath on my ear as his fingers tighten around my throat.

“Good girl. Cum for me.”

And I do, instantly. Like a warm buzz unfurling through my entire body, my mind goes blank and I feel my core clenching my release. I shake so hard, my knees give out and it’s only his arms around me and my death grip on the rail keeping me upright.

“That’s it, princess,” he croons in my ear as a shudder. “I’ve got you.”

Lord, this man. Somehow I feel a mixture of safe, utterly content, and turned on again. He shifts us to the left of the stage, in the corner of the floor near the speakers. It’s a terrible view, and I’m trying to make my brain work enough to ask why he’s chosen this spot. Maybe to give me a moment to collect myself? I’d entirely forgotten that I offered to sell my soul for an orgasm, until I am turned to face him.

…

“On your knees. Now.”

I use the voice, the one that generally makes her drop her eyes and straighten her spine. She tries to look for answers in my face, but I’ve carefully schooled my features to give nothing away. I see the moment her bratty side comes out, preparing to argue as her arms cross across her chest.

“Now, Kitten. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

That does it. She slowly drops, as if I’ll change my mind at her little rebellion. I love that she obeys me, even though the floor is probably sticky and she is undoubtedly self conscious among the crowd. So I don’t give her time to overthink as I move her to the very edge of the space and use my body to block sight of her from the rest of the room.

God, she looks gorgeous on her knees. Her skin is shining slightly with sweat and her cheeks are pink from exertion and embarrassment, giving her that freshly fucked look I love. It helps knowing that her bare ass is exposed to the curtain behind her, waiting for me. Her lips are puffy from biting back her moans, perfectly pink and fuckable, and I can barely maintain my calm at the burgeoning excitement on her face as I unzip.

Ahh fuck. She doesn’t even hesitate as she takes me to the back of her throat. She must be properly amped up – she usually loves to play a bit first. I watch her eyes pop open and stare at me in shock as she discovers the gentle buzz pulsing from my ass to my cock. My Kitten was not the only one to plan a secret surprise for this event.

…

Daddy! Oh so smart, wearing his vibrating plug to the gig. While I regularly thank all the gods and all the saints for his stamina, it’s highly inconvenient when it comes to quickies.

…Like, for instance, if you’re sucking him off in the middle of a crowd and hoping to not end up on a porn site or arrested. For an anal whore like Daddy, this sort of stimulation must have been killing him all night. For the first time, it hits me – he planned this. Somehow, I get wetter, knowing he wanted it. Knowing he planned to use me to get off. In public, where people can see. During my favourite song.

I discover I am utterly determined to make this man moan. Loudly. I want to make him explode. I want to make him lose control.

In my enthusiasm I had started with rapid movements, but I slow to a crawl. Slow and deep, sucking his entire length as tightly as I can. Swirling my tongue along the underside and head. Up. Down. Up… Down. Over and over, torturously slowly and sucking as I go, until his hand moves toward the back of my head and clenches in my hair. I can feel him tightening, going mad with the slowness. I can feel him struggling to keep from fucking my mouth, but I’m not ready to cede control. I grin around him as focus on his head, using my suctioning lips to slide across the sensitive edge of his glans and frenulum and feel his thigh muscles clench under my hands with his gasp.

I know what makes my Daddy tick, and I love making him unravel. Knowing the power I have to do this to him makes my mouth water further, and I take benefit by slamming him straight down my throat and swallowing around him. My lips and nose are tingling from the vibrations as I time my movements on his length with the rhythm of the toy. Conveniently, the toy seems to be set to vibrate along with the bass of the music. And I know this song well.

I pick up speed as the song nears crescendo, using my hand to stimulate his base as I focus my mouth on the tip. It comes without warning, as I’d hoped, the orgasm hitting just as the song reaches climax around us and the crowd screams. He holds me tight to him, swallowing his length and every drop of cum as he empties into me.

I barely have time to lick my lips in satisfaction before he is lifting me up, zipping his pants, and dragging me through the curtain.

To be continued in Part 2…