I melted into him, tasting traces of my tart cunt on his lips as I humped against him.
I moaned throatily as I ground on him. The bathroom door swung open. I could hear the men from the theater enter, voices echoing. They were eager to hear us. I broke the kiss and arched my neck, moaning, “Oh, Daddy, I need your cock in me.”
“When I’m ready, whore,” Daddy growled, his hands unbuttoning the blouse of my sleeveless dress.
“Yes, Daddy,” I groaned, eager to bare my tits. They were bigger than Mother’s. Nice, round, Double D’s, the envy of the girls at school.
He exposed my bra. His hungry hands pushed the cups over my tits. They bounced out, and he bent down, latching onto a nipple. I gasped in delight as he sucked, the pleasure shooting straight down to my pussy. He squeezed my other breast as he suckled, loving my nipple. I leaned back and bumped the toilet. Off-balanced, I fell down on the seat.
Daddy followed my tits down. He sucked back and forth on my pink nipples as I leaned against the toilet, my blonde hair spilling out behind me. My pussy itched, eager to be filled, but Daddy wanted to love my body first.
“Oh, yes, Daddy, suck my tits,” I moaned, my head lolling.
The toilet wasn’t centered in the stall. It rested closer to the divider separating this stall from the next one. And there was a hole in the divider. The hole was about the size of my fist, drilled through to the other side. As Daddy suckled, I stared at the hole.
Why was it there?
And then, in answer to my unspoken question, a hard, thick cock thrust through it, the tip beading with a drop of precum. It was fleshy and thick and aching. A dollar bill came along with it, waggling crisp and green at me. I blinked in shock, staring at the dick, wondering what was going on.
“Daddy?” I asked.
He popped his mouth off my nipple long enough to moan, “You’re a whore, figure it out.”
A dollar bill … The man wanted to pay me to do something with his cock. I reached out and took the bill, then I seized the cock. I stroked it with my left hand and moaned, savoring the wicked thrill. I had no idea who the man on the other side was. He could be anyone.
It was like the anonymous trick I tried with Daddy in the dark baptismal changing room, only it was my turn not to know who my lover was.
“Fuck,” the guy on the other side groaned as I stroked him. His voice sounded so hot and throaty.
He loved my hand. It made me feel so wicked while Daddy kissed down my stomach, pushing my dress off my hips. I groaned and shifted as he nuzzled my bellybutton. I gasped, the toilet seat creaking beneath me. I knew where Daddy was kissing to.
“Are you going to suck my cock or not, whore?” the man on the other side growled. “Didn’t pay you for a handjob.”
My eyes widened. I glance down at Daddy. He stared up at me, eyes hot. And then I realized he knew about this hole. He brought me here to show me off in the theater and then to suck men’s cocks through the hole like a whore.
“Sorry, sir,” I gasped, leaned over, and licked the cock.
“Fuck,” the man groaned as my tongue slid up the tip of his dick and gathered his precum. “That’s more like it, whore. God, you are good. Put that young mouth to work. Suck me. Lord, I’m going to dump my cum right down your throat.”
“Ooh, you’re such a wicked man,” I groaned. “I’m only eighteen”
“Shit.”
I sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth as Daddy pulled off my dress completely. I was naked, save for my shoes and socks. He kissed up my thigh as my mouth bobbed and my tongue swirled about the stranger’s dick. I put to use all I had learned sucking Daddy’s and Deacon Bill’s cocks, my pussy growing juicier.
I moaned when Daddy’s lips reached my wet pussy. He nuzzled into my golden curls as I bobbed my mouth faster. It was so hot. I had a cock in my mouth while Daddy licked and nuzzled at my pussy. His tongue flicked up through my folds and caressed my clit. I moaned about the dick in my mouth, my hand fisting his lower shaft.
“Shit,” the man grunted. “Oh, God, this is too much. Lord, what a hot mouth. Fuck!”
Cum spurted into my mouth. I groaned, swallowing the flood. It was so thick and creamy. It warmed my belly. Flutters of delight raced to my pussy, warming my cunt and making me squirm even more. Daddy’s tongue was wonderful as he licked through my folds. He tongued me faster and faster. The dick in my mouth withdrew.
“I sucked his cock, Daddy,” I groaned. “I drank every drop. It was wonderful.”
Another cock thrust through the hole, this one a little darker and fatter. A dollar bill wiggled beside it. I snatched it, holding two bills crumpled in my right hand, and leaned over, licking and swirling at the tip, teasing the man.
“Shit,” he groaned. “That’s it, little whore. Shit, that’s nice.”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned, trembling on the toilet. “Daddy’s licking my pussy while I lick your cock.”
“Fuck. God, that’s hot.”
I giggled then sucked his cock into my mouth. I shuddered and sucked hard as Daddy’s lips nuzzled at my clit. My thighs tightened about his head as he licked and sucked. The more he pleasured me, the more enthusiastic my blowjob became. I sucked and moaned and swirled my tongue over the man’s cock. I loved every second of it.
It was so wrong and nasty. I savored the feel of his dick in my mouth as I humped into Daddy’s licking tongue. He was amazing. He sent pleasure flooding through my pussy as he devoured me.