"Can I sit in daddy's lap?"
From Create Your Own Story
The older man smiles, and slides forward in the booth seat slightly, undoing his jeans and tugging open his fly. He pulls his dick free from his boxers, and you smile at the veiny thing, an uncut cock that’s thickening as he tugs at it.
“Take your pants off, boy,” he says, in his deep voice. “All the way.”
It’s a struggle to do so at the booth, and you have to take your shoes off, but you eventually manage, mostly under the table. You look up, and see that the muscular guy in the leather harness has moved a little closer, but is kind of blocking the narrow range of view from the dance floor. You realize you’re about to have sex with this daddy in front of a total stranger, and your stomach tightens for a second, but then the daddy reaches out and wraps his hand around your hard dick and all thoughts vanish as he strokes you once, twice, and then three times.
“Climb on, naughty boy,” he says, and you straddle one leg over him, aiming his cock at your still ass before lowering yourself down on him, slowly. When his cockhead touches your hole, he reaches up and grabs your ass cheeks, tugging them apart. He removes one hand enough to spit on his fingers, and rubs them along your ass cheek. You hold your balance with one hand, and reach for your jeans on the booth seat. You pull the small bottle of lube from the pocket and hand it to him. He smears some of the lube onto his dick, and he chuckles.
“Naughty fucking boy,” he says.
You brace your feet on the edge of the seat, and put your hands on his shoulders, and then start to sink onto his cock. He’s thick, and your hole is sensitive to his girth.
“That’s right,” the older man says, “fuck yourself on my dick.”
You lower yourself all the way, until your ass is resting in his lap, and his dick is a hot spear of flesh inside you. You rock forward slightly, gripping his shoulders, and he leans his head back and lets out a low moan.
You grind into him, and his hard cock shifts inside you causing sparks of pleasure and pain to rise up through you. He grips your ass tightly, and starts to shove himself up into you as you push down, and soon he’s sweating and you’re grunting with the effort of holding yourself in such a pose. Your dick throbs, and you release one hand from his shoulder to grip it, jerking furiously as he slams his dick up and you shove your ass down.
With a ragged, “fuck!” he cums, blowing his load into your ass. The sensation is too much and you finally feel yourself cum, spurting two jets of cum across the man’s shirt, crossing where it says “Daddy” in the yellow letters.
You collapse against him, his dick still in your guts, and pant for a few minutes.
“Good boy,” he says, finally, and shifts. You raise yourself painfully and his dick slides out, along with a good quantity of his cum. You shift and roll over, sitting in the booth beside him, the cum leaking from your ass onto the cushion.
The leather guy moves over, standing to provide more cover for you. He smiles down at you, and says, “Nice show.”
You blush as you struggle to tug your jeans back on and find your shoes. You’re not sure what happened to your underwear, and you feel a wetness forming in the ass of your jeans – damn, but that daddy filled you up!
The daddy turns and looks at you. “I’m Dave. Tell you what. You give me a second to clean up, and how about me and Don take you home.”
You blink at him, confused.
He laughs. “Didn’t Don tell you? We’re together. We like to bring home a third now and then, though, and you are just our type.”
“Maybe he’s not done having fun yet,” the leather man says.
Dave smirks, tugging up his pants, and wiping at his shirt with a stained hanky. “Fine by me. I need a rest, and a beer. Don and I will be downstairs for a bit longer if you want to come home with us tonight.”
The leather man smiles. “You ever been in the back room?”
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