Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
I don’t indulge in a girls’ night very often, but when I do, it’s sacred. We don’t allow the guys we’re seeing to hang with us. We don’t even tolerate being hit on. It’s simply a night for us ladies to relax, vent, and commiserate while reminding each other how badass we are. After the last two weeks, I desperately needed female companionship. The new guy I’ve been chatting with said he’d also be busy with his friends, so I tucked my phone into my purse and decided to let loose.
The girls and I picked a Korena BBQ restaurant/bar to destress at. With Japanese rice wine sake flowing and the scents of meats cooking on the table grill, I finally felt myself relaxing. Stephanie was telling us another story about her pathetic ex who refused to take a hint, one I’d heard before, so I dug my phone from my purse to check on my New Daddy. Butterflies filled my stomach when I saw he’d already messaged me first.
New Daddy Stakes His Claim
“Text me the address of the restaurant you’re at.” I smiled at the screen and texted back.
“Sorry, Daddy. It’s girls’ night; no boys allowed.” He responded instantly, and as I read his words, my knees clenched together in hopes my pussy wouldn’t start leaking down my inner thighs.
“Daddy’s not a boy, and your girls won’t even know I was there.” I looked up from the screen, feeling anxious about breaking the holy rules of Girls’ Night, but I couldn’t possibly refuse my new Daddy as he intended claim to what was his. When I didn’t answer immediately, I saw the typing bubbles and his following message. “Now, little girl. Don’t make me late for my plans.”
My fingers swiped over the screen to send him my location, and another message popped up. “Go to the bathroom alone in twenty minutes.” I slipped my phone back into my purse and shifted in my seat. Stephanie was still complaining, and no one seemed to realize I was about to break the girl code. I sipped my wine as time crawled slowly. My chest was flushed, and my pussy pulsed in anticipation. Finally, after fifteen minutes, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Marie asked if I wanted company, and I politely told her I’d be fine alone. They kept talking as I forced my feet to walk at a normal pace so as not to raise suspicions.
Taking What’s His
The restaurant’s bathroom was small but elegant. Beautifully lit mirrors and three stalls. No one else was inside as I entered early, and I prayed no one else, but Daddy would be until he got what he wanted. My breathing felt loud as I paced nervously. Would he really show? Was he teasing me and just wanted to see if I’d obey? My overthinking brain kicked into high gear moments before the door opened, and in walked my new six-foot-four Daddy. He was dressed casually for his night out with jeans and a button-up shirt.
A pleased smile spread across his face when I saw I was startled by his entrance. “Look at you,” He growled and reached for the back of my neck. His fingers dug into my hair as he walked me backward into one of the stalls. I whimpered and grabbed for his chest, feeling off balance as he rushed me. He didn’t even shut the stall door when he sat me down on the toilet, and his other hand freed his cock. “You’ve been teasing me all day, slut. Did you really think I wouldn’t empty my balls in you before I went out?”
It was rhetorical, or so I assumed because before I could reply, he had his thick cock stuffed down my throat. I gagged as he drove in deep, but I didn’t struggle. My eyes watered, but he kept my head held back, allowing his cock to drive right down the back of my throat. I loved it when he used me for his pleasure, and I could taste his precum more and more with every thrust. Then, he pulled back and stood me up by my hair. Spinning me around till I was bent over the public toilet. Panting gasps left my lips, and my knees wobbled but yanked down my leggings without asking. “As much as I’d love to keep fucking that sweet mouth, we don’t want your friends to notice your messed-up makeup or swollen lips.”
Girls Night Cocksleeve
I could feel his cock nudging at my soaked cunt lips, and he chuckled behind me. “You’re so fucking wet, Kayla. Do you like being my cock sleeve?” A humiliated moan left my throat, and he jammed his too-thick, too-long cock deep inside of me. I nearly screamed, but his massive hand caught my throat and squeezed til all I could let out was a wheeze. Daddy arched me back until I was looking up into his eyes. I could have cum on his cock when his lips kissed my forehead, but he said in a harsh whisper against my skin, “Be a good girl and take Daddy’s cum. You will have your turn when you get home.” He fucked me hard and fast, avoiding my clit so I couldn’t follow him into orgasm.
“You’ll go back to that table, my cum dripping out of your needy cunt with only thoughts of my cock filling you back up, floating in that little head of yours. I want you desperate to cum on me by the time you get home.” Then he exploded inside of me; he tucked his cock back into his pants, pulled up my leggings, and slapped my ass. “Get back out there before the girls realize you’ve been in here being a good little whore.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357