Part 1

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

Oliver, daddy’s best friend from college, 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 start 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 business attire. The men at the table are staring at my legs and the one female cannot hide the disgust on her face. I’m not giving it much thought as the feeling of daddy’s cock underneath my foot back in the car 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 college duration. He didn’t find himself until after college, 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 start 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. I stare at the burgundy brick wall of the restaurant breathing heavily. 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 against 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 start 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 where my feet are no longer 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 start 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.”

X

I walk out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened. Hair fixed, dress in place, body still and pussy cleaned up. Five minutes of fucking felt like hours after what my body just went through.

I sit down at the table. Damien is completely composed. He’s so happy with that gorgeous smile on his face, rare, and large arm movements as he’s telling a story to the table. Everyone seems to be a few drinks in and starting to get louder as I’m drowned in laughter. My wine made it to the table, but I need something stronger. I see the waiter and flag him down with my hand. He walks over and I whisper, “I’ll take a dirty martini, vodka please.”

“Absolutely,” the waiter replies and gives me a wink. Thankfully Damien didn’t see that. A few moments later my martini arrives. In that moment it dawned on me that Damien was still dominate over me. I love being factious, but it was not intentional this time. Damien looks over at me and to my surprise still keeps a smile on his face. Then, oddly, leans over and kisses my cheek. I ignore this behavior and start to indulge on the martini as my ass is throbbing and I need to get through this dinner.

“Bzzz.” I look over and my phone lights up. I click it open and a text appears.

Damien: Are you enjoying that martini? Little girls don’t need to be drinking hard liquor. Since, you don’t want to drink your wine. Why don’t you take that glass and spill some of the wine on top of your breasts until your hardened nipples are poking out.

My face reddens, I look over at him, but he doesn’t look back. The man to my left, Marcel, has been speaking to me about his business and it is the last thing I’m interested in, but I smile, nod, and throw in an occasional joke to attempt to change the subject. With no luck I decide to fulfill daddy’s request as I’m desperate to escape boredom. I reach over and act like I’m going in for a drink but I spill the wine all over the top of my dress.

Marcel jumps over to hand me his napkin and stares down my dress for far too long. Everyone at the table is starring at me, but they’ve had enough to drink, where they aren’t much affected by this scenario. Damien tells Marcel to sit down and starts cleaning up my dress.

“Lilly, you are a mess. You need to drink more responsibly, huh?” Daddy said with amusement for the whole table to hear. My face flushing with redness all over again.

“Bzzz.” I pick up my phone again

Damien: Good girl. I want you to carry on your conversation and start touching that tight pussy. Don’t stop until you feel yourself soaking again. Once you’ve gotten your pussy swollen like a good girl, I’ll let you touch me again. Don’t forget to lick your fingers before eating.

I look over at Marcel and he’s carrying on as nothing happened. I slowly lower my hand underneath the table and place a finger on my clit. I’m looking at Marcel but I’m thinking about what happened behind the restaurant. Daddy’s breath warming my ear while enchanting me with his groans. Lifting and holding me in place so I had no choice but to surrender to two orgasms in five minutes. I’m weak for him.

“I’m going to place this tray on your right miss.” Fuck the waiter. I immediately scoot myself closer to the table so he can’t see what I’m doing. I catch daddy’s eyes and they, are, closely paying attention to what I’m doing. He reaches out and squeezes the lemon on top of my oysters with a smug look on his face. A lemon has never looked so sensual in my life as I watch the juices dripping from daddy’s big hands. His hands find his way to his napkin, rubbing the juice off, then slides his hand over to my lap quickly sliding his finger along my pussy. His hazel eyes starring deeply into mine as he licks his finger. He nods towards my meal, “Eat, Lilly,” he says smugly.

I take my fingers and lick them as well. I pick up an oyster and let it slide down my throat. And just like that I’m back under his spell again.

I wasn’t sure if it was the oysters, the martini or daddy’s perfectly cut fingernails tickling my neck, but I was in a daze of arousal. Everyone at the table decides to head to a bar close by and I want to scream in frustration.

“Come on, Lilly.” Lilly… I go by Lillian, but for daddy he can call me Lilly. He’s standing up with his long arm held out to me. I grab his hand and he pulls me close and embraces me for a moment in the middle of the restaurant while kissing my head.

“I will meet you all there,” Damian told the group as they head to catch their Uber. He places my head in between his hands and tilts my head up not breaking eye contact for a long minute.

Part 3