I headed towards the Square and the music. I could hear from behind me, the quiet tap tap of daddy’s cane, so I knew he was there. That made adopting a swagger easier.
I was getting looks, but no one was being creepy. By the time I got to the square it was easy to see why. The warm weather brought out the sluts. Slutty tended to be a theme of most Halloween women costumes. There were lots of slutty witches, cats, nurses, and school girls. I was showing off a lot of skin, but I was hardly the only one.
I looked back at daddy and grinned.
“I feel overdressed,” I yelled over the sound of the noise of the crowd and the music.
He came close and gave me a hug. I buried my face into his chest. God he felt good.
“I’m glad you took the plunge. You’re the sexiest woman here.”
I blushed. “I doubt that.”
“I don’t,” he said.
And just like that, new panties soaked. Jesus…
“Just so you know, there’s no way you’re making it back to your house unmolested,” I said.
“Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.”
We were going to end up fucking in the middle of the square if we kept this us much longer. Time for a subtle distraction.
“Can you dance,” I asked. I suspected he couldn’t because most guys I knew couldn’t.
He held out his arms in a ballroom dance pose. I tentatively stepped forward and reached out for one for his right hand. He wrapped his arm and cane around me and we, very slowly, began to dance to a rock band in the square. I laughed with delight.
“I can’t believe you can dance!” I yelled.
“Two years of ballroom dance lessons. I’m terrible, and the cane doesn’t help, but I can make do for a bit, although you should probably mind your feet,” he said.
We moved together and I was back from being a confident barbarian queen to a giddy little girl dancing with her daddy. It was amazing. After about 10 minutes he begged off. We then walked around the square, checking out the costumes, listening to the music and holding hands. I loved it.
After an hour I could feel myself getting a bit restless and cold. We’d been on the go all day and I didn’t want to be so tired that, you know, I couldn’t take advantage of daddy. Or be taken advantage of. Whatever.
That’s when I heard a “Holy fuck, we’re sisters!” from off to the side.
Coming towards me was another Red Sonja. Except she really looked the part. She was almost daddy’s height and with her build she looked like an Amazon. I could also tell she was wearing real chainmail and not the stuff I’d cobbled together to look like it. Plus, I think it was a real fur cloak she was wearing. The sword looked real too. I was instantly intimidated, envious, and trying to figure out how to rob her.
“I love this! Look at you! You look fantastic!” she said.
“Me? Look at what you’re wearing! This is amazing. Plus you have the body to pull it off. God, I want to rob you,” I said. She laughed.
And so began a mutual admiration society between Michelle and I, as we cooed over details in each other’s outfits. I saw daddy drift over and start chatting to a man I learned was her husband. I was amazed at the real chainmail and fur. She was amazed at how good my outfit looked considering how little I had spent.
“Look, my husband does all the heavy work. He does metal working and photography. Don’t get me wrong, I love wearing this and modelling it, but I have no talent for making it. You put all this together on a budget and it looks just as good. It’s fantastic,” she said.
“Thank you. I really needed to hear that. My classmates at LaSalle think I’m a weirdo. It’s one thing to dress up and go to a con, but I actually want to make costumes and go to cons for a living. They think that’s stupid, but I’ve loved cosplay ever since I realized I could make Halloween last all year,” I said.
“Your classmates are idiots,” she said. Then she reached into a pouch on her belt and pulled out a card and handed it to me. “Look, we have a website where I do modelling and he sells cosplay outfits, props, photography and stuff. Just email me there. I’ll drop you a line next time I’m in Montreal and we’ll chat. I’d love to pick your brain more, but you look cold and if I were your man, I’d want to warm you up given how sexy you look.
I blushed. “I don’t have your body.”
She leaned over and whispered. “Your man hasn’t stopped looking over here since we started talking and I promise you, he’s not looking at me.”
I must have looked startled. I just assumed with little ol’ me standing next to this Amazon, daddy would be looking at her, but she nodded her head. Then she got a mischievous look on her face. She reached into another pouch and pulled out her phone. A few quick taps and she showed me a map of downtown Kingston.
“Where are you parked?”
I showed her where I thought we were parked. Along the route back to the car she pointed out a church.
“Go on this side of the building. Lots of privacy there and no cameras. It’s safe, you won’t run into any druggies or anything. Trust me,” she said, and winked.
My eyes got big and she laughed. “The scandal adds to things. I’m half tempted to go there this evening, but we’re meeting friends at a bar soon.”
We posed for some pictures together for daddy and her husband and about a dozen others who quickly joined in to grab pics of half naked redheads. I promised I’d email her soon. Then I told daddy I was ready to leave. He took my hand and we headed back towards the car. With the church on the way.
I was 50/50 on if I was actually going to do this. I wasn’t religious at all, but having sex on church grounds… it felt disrespectful. But as I got closer, I found myself more and more tempted. To be naked out in public, on “holy” ground, sucking daddy’s cock knowing I could be caught. Or maybe daddy could take me against the walls of the church.
Fuck, there was no way I was lasting for a 30 minute drive home. He’d be trying to drive with me impaled on his cock. We came up to the church and it was exactly as Michelle had described. One side of the church wasn’t lit up by any street lights. I looked and couldn’t see anyone there. I also didn’t see any cameras.
Fuck it. I stopped by the gate and daddy paused and turned to ask me if I was ok. Then he saw the look on my face. I was flushed and biting my lip. I reached down and unfasted the gate. It clicked and gently swung open.
“Are you sure,” was all he said. I nodded and pulled on his hand and led him into the churchyard. He looked around and there was nobody to be seen. He closed the gate quietly behind us and I led him quickly to the spot Michelle told me about. We quickly saw a little dip in the wall. It hid people from the street and a tree in the yard made it darker. Nobody was there, but judging by the few condom wrappers we saw on the ground we weren’t the only people who had this idea.
Daddy quickly pressed me up against the wall and kissed me. I moaned and reached down to undo his belt and pants. I’d loved the slow torture of yesterday, but that’s not what either of us needed now.
“My, my, little girl. Where did you get such a filthy idea and know exactly where to go?” he asked, and then went to work on my neck.
“Michelle told me,” I managed to get out. I finally got his cock out from his jeans and underwear and began stroking it. Not that he needed anything to get hard. It was already rock solid and my tiny hand could barely get around it. It was hot to the touch and I realized that I didn’t want it in my hands. I slid away from his kisses and hunched down so that my mouth was at the same level as his cock. Then I ran my tongue from his balls all the way up to the crown of his cock.
I loved it. I loved daddy’s cock. I was on holy ground so it only seemed right that I worship it. I put my lips on the tip of his cock and slowly slid down… down… down, swallowing as much as I could.
“Jesus Christ,” daddy said, and then laughed at his words. I would have giggled but my mouth was busy. “Remind me to thank her and Ahmad if we ever see them again.”
Normally I’d savor a daddy blowjob. Lots of teasing, pausing for dirty talk, looking him in the eyes. But as hot as it was to be sucking his cock, part of me was still nervous doing this where we could get caught. So I started power sucking on his cock, trying to work him hard. At the same time my pussy was throbbing if I didn’t do something now, I’d be playing with myself the entire way home. I awkwardly reached under my loincloth and panties and began rubbing myself.
I swear I could feel myself getting ditzier. The obscene noises I was making sucking daddy’s cock, the sound of my fingers strumming across my clit sounded loud because I was so wet. But my legs were beginning to ache, but I needed to get daddy off and then me off, and…
That’s when I felt daddy’s hands in my hair. He gently, but instantly, pulled my head back. His cock slid out of my mouth and I looked up at him with a dazed and confused look. I was still playing with my clit.
“It’s going to take too long to make me cum that way, princess. But I have another idea,” he said. He reached under my arms and helped me stand up. Then he picked me up and pressed me against the cold stone of the church, making me gasp. My ass settled on a tiny ledge in the wall with my cloak still under me. It wasn’t much, but at least daddy didn’t have to hold me up. I looked at him and knew I wasn’t going to have to masturbate in the car on the way home.