The Park

I’m heeeeere!

I’ll be out in a minute. Everybody’s still here playing poker and drinking. I thought most of them would have gone home by now, but my Mom’s even still here.

It’s almost midnight. Wow!

I know, right? We can go up the street to the park and hang out until people start to clear out.

But it’s almost midnight.

And…?

A minute later, the car door opened and he got in.

“The park sounds nice. It’s an amazing night and I enjoy hanging out with you.”

“Yeah. It’s been a minute since we’ve seen each other, hasn’t it?”

She nodded in agreement, smiled and started driving to the nearby park. For a fleeting moment, she thought about asking if they could walk, but shrugged it off reminding herself how awkward it seemed the last time – at least to her.

The two rode together in relative (but not awkward) silence for the 3-block drive.

The car safely parked, both got out and began the short stroll down the path to the awning and picnic tables. She could smell the fresh, moist air from the sprinklers in the opposite corner and commented, “I hope there aren’t a lot of mosquitos.”

He snickered a little, “I don’t think mosquitos are what you need to worry about.”

They sat down at one of the picnic tables, corner to corner, and began to talk. His work is busy, no time to get out. Her work has been stupid, but better than it used to be. How’s ForEx going with the Brexit thing? Never made such easy money in my life…

Their conversation wandered all over the place for 10 minutes or so. Time enough to catch up…

“Do you think you’ll be getting your own place anytime soon?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “But, no matter, your new apartment will be a lot closer. Maybe we’ll be able to see each other more.”

“Maybe if you just got a car,” she teased.

He reached across the corner of the table and unzipped her hoodie just far enough to see the start of her ample cleavage and the peek of shiny, pink satin. “What do you have under there anyway?” There was a gleam in his eye as his finger reached down to caress between her breasts. “Is this what you sent me a picture of earlier? Damn, that was hot!”

“It is. I’m glad you like it.” She could feel her face flush red in the darkness and leaned in to kiss him.

“Stand up and come over here,” he directed. “I want to see you in the light.”

She stood before him as directed and he reached in to unzip her hoodie the rest of the way. His eyes caressed her figure up and down along with his hands on the smooth satin. He leaned back a moment to take in the whole picture. “I like these sweats. They look good on you, but didn’t you have a skirt on earlier in the picture?”

“Thank you, Daddy. I still have my skirt on, actually,” she flirted. “I even brought those sexy boots you like, just in case. They’re back in the car.”

“Oh, did you now? You’re not going to need to wear those tonight to get fucked, my little slut,” he answered. “Show me your skirt, but turn around first and lower your pants slowly for me.”

Doing as she was told, slowly, she turned her back to him and began to lower her sweatpants, with a little butt-wiggle. They were down to her knees when he stood up behind her, grabbed her by the waist and began turning them both to face the picnic table. “Good girl. Now, bend over onto the table and let me get a good look at that pussy before I fuck you silly right here in the park.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She could almost feel her excitement dripping down her legs. There was definitely a new surge of warmth.

He shoved her skirt up roughly and gave a snort of approval, “Good girl. You match.” He smacked each butt cheek evenly; quiet enough not to disturb the peace, but hard enough to sting. “I really like this outfit of yours.”

“I hoped you would. I got it for you.”

“Well, thank you, whore. Such a lovely thought deserves a lovely reward. Are you ready?”

“Oh yes, Daddy. I can feel your hard cock pressing into me through your shorts. I’m pleased to make you so happy and am eager for my reward.”

Fabric rustled while he lowered his shorts and positioned his cock at her dripping-wet entrance, taking a moment to admire her again, “How nice it is my little slut is always so wet for me.”

“All for you, Daddy.” She stood, legs splayed before him, pressing back into his cock, trying to slide onto him. With a tremble in her voice, she pleaded, “I want to feel you deep inside me. Please, Daddy. It’s been such a long time.”

“That’s my good little whore.” His hands held her hips as he slowly sank only the tip of his cock into her eager pussy. Deliberately only entering the head, over and over again.

Her hips quivered with anticipation and she tried to remain quiet as he continued that small motion. He knew exactly how long it would take to make her crazy that way.

It was easy to see when she started teetering on the edge. “Daddy, it tickles and I feel like I could cum.”

Immediately, he thrust deep inside her so hard she had to stifle a scream. “You don’t cum until I tell you to, bitch.” Then pulled completely out of her just to slam back into her again and again.

Her hands grabbed the sides of the table to stop the loud wobbling. “Yes Daddy. I’m such dirty little bitch.”

As he slowed his pace, he placed his hand at the back of her neck and wrapped his fingers around it; the tips of his fingers resting on her throat.

He bent over and whispered in her ear, “I wish I could smack that ripe ass of yours right now. It’s so white it practically glows in the dark. But for now I will just have to be happy with my hand at your throat. Now cum, bitch!” he commanded.

Underneath him, she readily obeyed: legs melting underneath her, tremors overcoming her body, unintelligible noises erupting from her mouth… She gave in to the rapture as his hand firmly secured her neck to the table.

“That’s my good girl,” he said as he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked. “Now get up!”

With the help of his forceful tug, she stood upright before him, his dick still deep inside. “That’s only half of your reward, bitch,” he roughly whispered in her ear. “Now you’re going to get on your knees and suck out that nut I have waiting for you.”

Once more he thrust deep inside of her. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she nodded.

“That’s right,” and pulled out his dick completely in one quick stroke. She let out a surprised gasp at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

His hand pulled her hair tight as he used it to force her to turn around. She stood gazing up into his face and he shoved her down to kneel before him; his cock throbbing so hard, she could see the rythmn of his heartbeat, “Suck, whore!”

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