Entrenched

As she straightens, her eyes lock with mine and a smile creases her face as she indicates that she knows exactly what is going on.

She turns and sways her hips, this time for my benefit as she brings you your favourite iced tea Daddy. As she bends to place your drink on your low table, I know that you are getting the same view of her firm mounds that I received, but then I realise that you also got a view of her butt as the short skirt rides up to reveal a glistening slit between her slightly parted thighs. You are not playing only with me Daddy, you are now playing with her. I'm torn in different directions at the same time. Anger, hurt and rejection, that you have been tempted away from me to her. Or is it just that you want both. But you're My Daddy. Mine! You don't even know her. You're just being carnal. My eyes tear up at the thought that I have to share my Daddy. That you're no longer just mine. Why? Why? What have I done to deserve this? I thought this was our day!

You indicate with a downward nod of your head that I'm to pick up the note. I reach down and feel the top of the coat gape as I grab for the scrap of paper. I can't make eye contact with anyone, apart from you, as I retrieve the paper. I slowly unfold the coffee-warmed parchment as I sit back in the lounge. It says, 'when a person walks in, you're to part your thighs.' No Daddy. No! I can't. But your look says that I will do as I've been instructed. Your eyes drill into me and confirm the non-negotiable intent of the instructions. The heat has returned, my body is now becoming bathed in perspiration at the prospect of more unrelenting exposure of my centre.

I tear my eyes away from yours; it is too hard to maintain eye contact when your eyes are driving me to arousing humiliation. At that point a young couple appear at the door and you notice them out of the corner of your eye. I'm frozen in fear but you cock your eyebrow to say, 'what are you waiting for? You know what to do.' Your gaze is firm and expectant. Your eyes don't leave mine. I know what I have to do but it is so hard to respond.

I take a deep breath that swells my lungs and pushes my swollen breasts against the fabric of my coat so that there are two little mountains where my nipples promise to break through the fabric. I will my knees to move to the left and the right respectively. My legs are rigid but I can see that the eyes of the couple are on my creamy thighs and I can sense their minds kick into overdrive as they sense that there is something to behold here. Under your penetrating look Daddy, my glistening sex is revealed to two sets of widening eyes. Her hand clenches his as she realises what I am offering to them on a silver platter, my wet and pulsing cunt. Two big buttons have appeared in the thin fabric of her silky blouse and there is a growing bulge in his jeans. Do my actions make them want me or one another, or both? I know they want something but what?

You motion with your hands to bring my legs back together but they have seen all they need to see. He swallows hard and I suspect his mouth is as dry as sandpaper and they both lick their lips to replace the moisture that has evaporated in the heat of the moment. Our waitress appears at their side and directs them to a table at right angles to me. I look at you Daddy and you have that seductive, soft smile on your lips. I know that you are pleased with me for the time being and I inwardly sigh with relief.

More people enter and more are given the gift of viewing my glistening cunt. My coat is going to be so wet when I get up. Anyone walking behind me will know what has caused that!

Each time I see nipples peak and pants tent as my blatant sexual exposure hits that raw nerve that produces an animalistic and primal response in us all. I know that all the men want me and maybe some of the women too. I want them all, the men with their turgid, pulsing cocks and the women with their general softness and wetness.

Our waitress leaves the café again. She appears to have finished work as she heads out the door in her coat, pausing to make a comment to you which elicits a smile and an acknowledgement from you with a slight nod of your head. She turns and heads up the mall towards the street, but not without turning her head in my direction and smiling straight into my eyes as she licks her red lips with the tip of her tongue.

Several minutes later, we've finished our drinks and you rise from your chair and head towards me. Your cock is trapped in your jocks and is pointing to the right, swollen and ready. For me? Or do you now have a choice? What a bastard you have been today. I can't say that to you but it's what I think.

You take my hand and help me to my feet. I need all the help I can get because the strength has been washed from my legs by the adrenalin and the arousal. I teeter on my heels and you turn me towards the table where the first couple sat. They both smile at you and nod their heads in appreciation. Your next act is to reach across me and pull my coat aside so my right breast is once again exposed to the elements, and their feasting eyes. Their eyes are riveted on my breast with the peaked, rock hard nipple. He is leaking pre-cum like a tap and she is sitting in panties, if she's wearing any; that are soaked with her slime that is just oozing out of her tunnel. Is she pulsing? Probably. I know what is going to happen when they get home; in fact it may happen before they get home because their arousal is palpable.

Daddy pulls gently on my hand and we turn and head for the door. My breast bounces sensuously and there is nothing that I can do to cover myself. I'm a moving piece of art. I am so wet that it must be all over my coat and all over my thighs and there is more coming. I can feel the dripping.

We walk up the mall towards the street and heads turn and feet stop moving as those in the crowd who are looking my way realise what I'm giving them. My Peripheral vision sees husbands nudge wives and wives nudge husbands, guys nudge one another and couples signal one another that sex is on the table for all to see.

I avoid eye contact at all costs. I look straight ahead and focus on a marker at the end of the mall. I have one goal, escape from scrutiny.

As we reach the street, Daddy stops and scans to the left and the right. A taxi flashes its lights and Daddy heads towards it. He pulls open the door and slides into the middle of the back seat and draws me in beside him. He reaches across me and presses into my breasts as he grabs the door and swings it shut.

I can't believe my eyes, there on the other side of the bench seat sits our waitress. Her coat is unbuttoned and the bare flesh from her thighs to her throat is exposed. Her bare pussy, her full, firm breasts. It's all available for examination.

Daddy reaches over and takes a hold of my sash and pulls it away and then spreads my coat so that I'm as exposed as her.

As the cab pulls away from the kerb, your left hand reaches for my thigh and your right hand reaches for hers. Fuck Daddy, I don't even know her name! You look from me to her and back again. That smile creases your face again. Your hands then move in perfect sync to that space between our thighs. You exert some pressure to part our thighs and in unison, our knees spread and our sex is opened to you.

Your fingers curl towards us and I feel your finger probe my lips and spread them so you can slide your fingers into my tunnel. My lips are so swollen, I'm so wet that your two longest fingers slide straight in right up to the third knuckle. I can see out of the corner of my eye that you are doing exactly the same to her, at exactly the same time. Your fingers twist and slide inside each of us and our heads are thrown back and our breasts push forward as our bodies respond to your probing.

You slowly extract your fingers from the grasping confines of our love tunnels and your next move takes my breath away. Your arms cross and the fingers of your right hand are brought to my lips and the fingers of your left hand are brought to hers.

The pungent cunt odour from her floods my nostrils and sends shivers through my body. You exert gentle pressure for me to open my lips and your fingers, coated with her slime slide into my mouth and rest on my tongue and the fingers coated with me slide into her mouth. You roll your fingers around the inside of my mouth coating my tongue and cheeks and gums with the salty, tanginess of her and she gets to taste my cream at exactly the same time. I hear her moan.

It's too much. My body responds of its own accord and I arch and scream as the most powerful orgasm I've ever experienced rips through my body from tip to toe. I thrash and convulse all over the seat; I'm out of control. It rips from one set of muscles to another and I'm powerless to control it. What follows has never happened to me before, my cunt convulses and pumps cum into the air in powerful stream after stream. The back of the seat, me and anything within 3 feet is coated in my cum. The cab is awash with cum squirt. I collapse onto the seat, limp, drained and in a torpor of sexual bliss. Fuck! Where did that come from? I have a dull awareness that we are moving but I'm in a place that I've never been to before. I'm drenched, sated, weak, convulsing randomly as my body and mind start to return to some semblance of normality. Tears of joy and ecstasy course down my cheeks. I'm at Daddy's mercy. I can't do anything for myself. My cunt clenches and releases involuntarily, seeking the cock that's not yet there.

I sense that we have stopped moving. Where? I have no idea. There is the sound of voices and machines in the background as you pay the driver. You reach over and open the door and climb over me onto the kerb. The next thing I feel is strong arms lifting me from the cab. I feel naked and I am. The coat is kept in touch with my body only because your arms have trapped it between your arms and me. I feel the rhythm of your pace as you walk across the pavement with my limp, sweaty, wet form in your arms. Sliding doors and moving up steps is just a faint awareness in my addled brain. I hear a key in a lock, a door swinging open and you whisper in my ear, "Princess, we're home." We are? I'm laid on a bed and another warm body crawls in beside me. Who? I have no idea. The covers are pulled over us and in seconds I'm in another world. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, where is my Daddy?