Late To Dinner

Literotic asexstories – Late To Dinner by cherrybookstore,cherrybookstore
I hear the door unlock as I’m lying naked on my stomach on the leather couch with my feet up in the air as I’m reading my romance novel.

Fuck. I’m supposed to be dressed and ready for dinner. Daddy has friends in town.

Daddy walks in and immediately glances in my direction and meets my big brown eyes full of worry. I let out a big smile as his mouth turned into a frown. His olive-green button-up compliments his skin tone and hazel eyes perfectly as his beige pants squeeze his thighs in a way that makes my pussy melt.

“Go get dressed. Now,” he says sternly. He’s upset. The moment he saw me, he was already thinking of what my punishment would be. I walk over and smell his pinewood cologne, which makes me moan and I slowly kiss his lips. This makes him increasingly flustered, but I enjoy teasing him this way.

He grabs my hand and leads me into the bedroom, then picks up the long olive-green dress he laid out for me this morning and places it back into the closet. He pulls out my mini beige strapless dress that I only wear on hot summer days by the beach, and says, “Since you enjoy being a tease so much.”

I roll my eyes and grab the dress from him, but that sets him over the edge. He grabs my wrist and pulls me onto the bed and then across his lap.

“We are already late. You knew about this for weeks, forgot, and now you want to be a brat,” he growls. He starts rubbing my clit slowly and then increasingly getting faster. I start to feel my pussy swell and it is starting to drip.

“Do you want to cum for Daddy? Is that why you’re being a brat?”

“Yes,” I squeal, as he rubs my clit faster and grabs a fistful of my hair. I feel a shot of warmth though-out my pussy and I know my orgasm is coming.

“I’m going to cum,” I breathe out and at that moment he instantly stops. My body twitches as I’m craving my orgasm.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum,” Daddy growls again and starts rubbing the wetness from my pussy onto my asshole. I see him grab my jeweled Butt plug from my pink toy box underneath the bed. He slowly pushes the Butt plug into me, and I gasp. The pressure in my ass and being on the edge of orgasm has me breathing heavily. Daddy grabs my soft, pale ass with one hand. Then I feel his hand lift and he strikes my ass hard enough that I quiver. He lifts my head up by pulling up my hair and kisses me deeply.

“Get ready. Quickly.” He demands.

“Yes Daddy,” I whisper as my body aches and craves for more.

“Oh, and you better not lift a finger towards that little pussy or you’re going to make this worse for yourself,” he says with a smirk on his mouth.

Fuck. I’m shaking as I slip into my dress. I see in the mirror the large red mark he left on my ass. I take deep breaths and pull myself together to finish getting ready. I walk out and I see him by the door already. He’s still upset with me. He opens the door and grabs my waist as we walk out. He stops and wraps his arm around my entire stomach and pulls me in tight. I feel his breath on my ear.

“You will be on your best behavior. You will do what I tell you during dinner and drinks. Keep your phone close. Two drinks top for you tonight. And when we get home, you’re going to make it up to me.”

There’s no room for arguing, Daddy has made it clear he will hold complete dominance tonight. The thought turns me on, but not being able to tease him all night will be impossible when he is consistently putting on a serious face. He walks me over to the passenger door of the car, and opens the door, but doesn’t let go of my waist. Suddenly I feel another strike against my ass. Hard enough for me to squeal while he’s holding me in place. He kisses my neck gently and helps me get into the car.

He keeps his eyes on the road and his hand in my lap. The contrast of him being so uptight, yet subtly soft weakens me. Then he turns on some music and chooses soothing French music. I realize he is messing with my head as this is the music I fancy when we are making love, but we are not making love tonight. We are fucking. He glances over at me and says, “You look stunning.” His hand gravitates towards my chest playing with the neckline of my dress. I close my eyes and I feel him pull the top of my dress down exposing my tits. I immediately glance over at him and his face is stern, still looking at the road. He’s got to lighten up a bit.

I play into his wishes and pull up the bottom of my dress exposing my pussy. He doesn’t flinch. I take it a step further and turn my body, so my legs are resting on his lap. My foot is suddenly in his hand while he kisses my toes gently and sets my foot back down. Not quite the reaction I was looking for. I then take my left foot and start rubbing it on his cock. This makes me grin. Just as I feel his cock slowly getting hard, he grabs my foot again and grunts, “You don’t want to do that.”

“Yes, I do. You need to lighten up,” I snark back.

He pushes my foot towards me, so my knee is on top of my chest.

“Open the glove box,” he says gently.

My hand reaches for the glove box and as I open, I see my vibrating wand. I let out a soft moan.

“Put that against your clit but don’t orgasm until I tell you to.”

I do as he says as he’s not in the mood for anything less. My pussy is still swollen from earlier and it doesn’t take much for me to be on edge. My mouth opens as my eyebrows shift down and I beg, “Please Daddy. I will be a good girl. Please let me cum.”

We pull up to the restaurant and we are waiting in the valet line. He glances over and then kisses the foot that’s still on my lap. We are next in line and I either need to cum now or the valet driver will get a show. Frankly, I’m desperate and don’t care. But I know he does. He grabs my toy and in a few swift motions fixes my dress and puts the toy back in the glove box.

“Sit up,” he says sweetly as we pull up to the valet stand. My pussy is dripping all over the seat. I slowly sit up, but my legs are shaking. I am in awe. The valet driver opens up his door and Daddy comes around to let me out of the car. He is grinning from ear to ear. Finally showing some pleasure as he’s tortured me from keeping in an orgasm twice now.

“I think you’ve earned three drinks tonight after putting up with me. I’m sorry I’ve been so grumpy. Let’s have a fun night” he grabs my waist and helps me out of the car as I can barely move.

“Let’s have fun tonight,” I breathe out and I kiss him on the lips.

x

“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 on 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, which I frequently visit with colleagues. Now it’s the restaurant where I’m flaunting my body around in a dress that hardly covers my ass. Plus, being a little slut as I clench the Butt plug inside me to prevent the wetness from my pussy leaking down my leg.

“This must be 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. It’s 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 my 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 entails 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 for 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 of my eye instead. I don’t quite need any form of an aphrodisiac at this point. Damien’s hand finds its 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. “Outback. 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 of 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 slowly pushes me against the brick wall of the restaurant. He finds my hands and places them on 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. “Whose 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 Butt plug fills my ass and Daddy is pounding my pussy. Everything I’ve 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, and 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. 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. At 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 in 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 flushed 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 if 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 warmed 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 their way to his napkin, rubbing the juice off, then slide his hand over to my lap quickly sliding his finger along my pussy. His hazel eyes stare 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 Daddy 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 headed 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.

x

DING. Damian’s phone goes off. “Our ride is here,” he says smoothly as he grabs my waist leading us outside. Damien opens the car door for me. It’s a large SUV, he does this when he wants privacy in the back. I know him too well. What is he going to do to me? I don’t know if I can handle much more teasing for the night. Damien sits me down in the last row with him and covers me with his jacket, so the driver doesn’t have a show. He pulls me down so my head is resting on his lap. I look up at him, admiring his dark hair, gorgeous jawline, and delicious lips. He smiles softly at me holding me tighter as he lifts my head for a deep, sensual kiss. He’s slow with me as he runs his finger up and down my dress.

“You were a bad fucking girl at the restaurant,” he growls with a smile on his face. My body is now covered in goosebumps and his large hands find their way underneath my dress. Daddy gropes my pussy with one hand and my tits in the other, his jacket still covering me, flinging circles around my tits and clit. “You’re so sexy when you’re begging me to fuck you in the middle of dinner. Behind the restaurant, that was a naughty baby.” Daddy covers my mouth and quickly slides two fingers into my pussy, moving them back and forth. “You’re a good little slut staying wet for me all night.” He pulls his fingers out of my pussy and places them inside my mouth. He wants me to taste myself, but I suck to taste him. I turn onto my side facing him and reach for his cock, but before I can touch it, he grabs my wrist. “I don’t think so,” he chuckles.

“I need to taste you. You’ve tasted me all night, it’s only fair,” I say innocently. But he calls my bluff. “That’s because I can’t trust you to control yourself. The car ride, the stunt behind the restaurant and almost showing your pussy to the valet driver, our waiter, and my friends.” He says with more of a stone voice his eyes glazed with frustration.

X

We arrive and as we get out of the Uber, Daddy puts his jacket on me. “You need to wear this until we get home. The last thing I need is drunk people looking at you.” We head down to the bar. It’s a flight of stairs down to the rose room. The bar was an old art gallery and had an alternative yet swanky energy with dark and red lighting. People were sitting, drinking, and dancing in the room. Daddy leads me to our table where his friends have already gotten comfortable with drinks in their hands. Everyone besides him and I are visually drunk. Daddy sits down and as I start to sit next to him; he pulls on my waist and sets me on his thigh. I feel my wet pussy on top of his pants. He places his hands at the edge of my dress pulls it down to further cover me and keeps his hands gripping my thighs overpowering me. I can hardly move, and this is where I know things are starting to take a turn. When daddy starts getting territorial, even my tricks and teases, don’t stop him from doing what he wants.