We passed one of the smaller, single rooms. As Rachelle had said, there was no door, plus a window looked in, letting more people take a look if they wanted. There was a queen-sized bed and an oversized chair. The whole room was lit in red, which seemed to be the lighting scheme for most rooms.
“Shall we, Daddy?” Kitten said, taking my hand and leading me into the room. We stood there for a moment and just kissed, with my hands running down her body. I was trying very hard not to think about if anyone was watching. Finally, Kitten broke the kiss, looked up at me and smiled.
“You’re nervous. It’s adorable,” she said. Ordinarily, I’d say she was being bratty, talking to me like this, but she wasn’t wrong.
“I’ll relax,” I said, trying to reassure her.
“Mmmm, not too relaxed,” she said, running her hand over my crotch, feeling how hard I was. “Come on, I know how to distract you.”
She led me over to the chair and pushed me down. Then she straddled my lap, blocking my view to the hall and began kissing me. Her dress hitched up and I put my hands on her ass. For the first time I got a hint as to what she was wearing under that dress. No stockings, but she was wearing a thong. It didn’t feel lacy, but perhaps leather.
Then Kitten broke off the kiss and began kissing along my jaw and neck. I continued running my hands over her ass, pulling up her dress a bit more. Then she nipped at my neck. I shifted and looked at her. She was grinning mischievously.
“Patience, Daddy. You’ll get to see what I have underneath soon enough,” she said.
“I’ve been pretty damn patient already, little girl,” I said, trying to add a little extra ‘daddy’ into my voice. She did look a little cowled, but it was momentary.
“Well then, I’ll just have to keep distracting you,” she said, standing up and looking down at me. Instead of unbuttoning her dress, she reached down and undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and slid the zipper down. Then she began to slowly pull my pants down. Once they made it down to my ankles, she sank down to her knees. Kitten then ran her hands up my legs towards my cock. She already looked like she was in a daze, unsure of what to do next.
I glanced up and noticed a few people already seeing what we were up to. From this angle they could see my cock and probably a hint of Kitten’s ass.
Oh well, in for a penny….
“People are watching, Kitten. Give them a good show,” I whispered to her.
“Oh God, she said, shuddering. Then her head surged forward and she buried my cock all the way into her throat. I could feel her lips wrapping around the base and her hands stroking my balls.
“Christ,” I groaned, lifting my hips. I wasn’t kidding when I told Kitten last night when I said I might take Viagra. Along with not worrying about performance anxiety, I found the drug actually made me last longer. Which was good, because that initial plunge would have broken lesser men.
I could tell Kitten was trancing out, which sometimes happened when she sucked my cock. Her eyes, when they were opened, were glazed and unfocused. She kept licking and sucking on my cock, flicking her tongue across the crown, before diving back down, taking as much as she could. She touched my hand and moved it to the top of her head. Taking the hint, the next time she deep-throated me, I put my hand on her head, keeping her there.
Then I leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“You’re flashing your ass and pussy to about a half dozen people right now, little girl,” I said. She moaned. “They’re watching and wondering who the cock sucking slut is.”
She pushed her head up off my cock, gasped “Oh God!” and shuddered.
“Did you just cum, little girl?”
“A little one, Daddy. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” she said, and then went back to licking and sucking on my cock.
“Bad girl,” I said, and reached down and pulled her dress up over her hips. Now her ass and pussy were both clearly on display. It was some kind of pleather thong, although Kitten was so soaked it had no hope of containing anything.
I wasn’t lying to Kitten; a half dozen hungry-looking people were watching us. Well, if they wanted a show… I reached down and gave her left ass cheek and moderate slap. Just enough to turn it red.
She moaned. “Ohhhh, I’m sorry I was bad, Daddy.”
I gave her other cheek a slap, balancing it out and she groaned again. I knew more than one person out there would love the opportunity to come in and do the same. But that’s not what we’re here for.
“More Daddy?” Kitten asked, looking up with hopeful eyes.
“Not right now,” I said. She pouted. “Stand up and lose the dress. It’s time to see what I paid for.
I meant the lingerie, but I knew in her brain it would play into her fantasies. She stood up and began unbuttoning the front of her dress, swaying to some of the music coming up from downstairs. She bent over and gave me a flash of cleavage while showing the onlookers more of her ass.
Finally, she reached the last button on the bottom and then turned around, looking at the group watching her for the first time. She showed off to the crowd, but also kept the tease going on me. I could see she stuttered for a second, the reality that strangers were looking at her nearly naked body. I reached up and stroked her ass, just to reassure her it was ok and I was here.
It jump-started her brain, I couldn’t see what she did, but I did see the group’s reaction. Two of them groaned. Finally, she dropped the dress to the floor and turned around. She was wearing a leatherette thong with a zipper that ran up the front. The push-up bra also had a zipper running between her breasts and pushing up her tits to make them mouthwatering.
Between that and her boots, there was no way anyone was sexier here this evening. It had to be physically impossible.
While she had her back turned to me, I’d made quick work of my pants, shoes, and socks. I stood up, and even with her boots, I still had several inches on her. She reached down and began stroking my cock again.
“Worth the money, Daddy?” she asked.
“That remains to be seen,” I said, reaching down to unzip her thong. She made a small gasp. I then slid it down her legs. I bent down to help them on their way and quickly noticed her pussy was soaking wet. I’d seen her wet before, but this was a new level.
I pulled the thong down her legs, taking a moment to taste the inside of her thighs. She wobbled, both from the kissing and trying to lose the thong. Finally, I stood back up. Now she was just wearing the bra and boots. She moved to lose the bra, but I stopped her.
“Not yet, Kitten. They show off your tits nicely.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said. Her focus was back on me now. She knew the audience was there, but making me happy was her focus.
“Sit on the edge of the bed, Kitten,” I instructed. She did, opening her legs wide. She probably expected me to fuck her, but instead I sank to my knees, wincing a little, then took her legs and put them on my shoulders. I glanced up and her eyes were huge.
She was about to say something when I went between her legs and ran my tongue along the entire length of her pussy. She collapsed backwards, dug her fingernails into the bed, and screamed.
Well, that’ll probably bring a few more around to see what was going on in this room.
It was the oddest experience. I concentrated on having fun with Kitten. Going down on her and teasing her has always been one of my favorite things to do. And at this point in our relationship I could play her like a musical instrument. And even from my angle, she was a vision. She’d grabbed her ankles and had her legs wide open, giving me easy access to flick my tongue across her clit, or slide it inside her pussy. She was groaning and babbling and I was grinning at her reaction.
Then I’d see somebody move out of the corner of my eyes or hear someone murmur off to the side, and I’d get a reminder that we had an audience watching us. It was weird for me if I thought about it.
However, Kitten hadn’t forgotten about her audience. I glanced up a couple of times and I could see her looking towards the door. She was clearly enjoying the attention.
Finally, I could hear her moaning turning into something more coherent.
“Please, Daddy,” she whined.
“Use your words, Kitten,” I said, and continue to run my tongue across her clit.
“Fingers, Daddy. Please. I need it,” she groaned.
I hesitated. I knew what sliding my fingers into her pussy would do. This would go from erotic to pornographic in a hurry. But she was begging me, and no matter how much I like to keep her on edge, I couldn’t deny her for very long.
I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue quickly across it. Then I slid two fingers inside her soaking pussy, curved them and stroked her magic spot. I wasn’t at all surprised by the results.
“Oh my fucking God!” she cried out, arching her back. Her pussy gushed, drenching my face and beard. She lost her grip on her ankles and her legs wrapped around my head, smothering me with her pussy. I’d punish her later, assuming I survived.
I could feel her pussy pulse around my fingers and I continued to gently kiss and lick around her clit, careful not to overstimulate her. Eventually, her legs slid off my shoulders and I could hear them quietly land on the floor. I leveraged myself to a standing position and noticed, insanely, I was still wearing my shirt and jacket. I shucked both and then leaned over to check on Kitten to make sure she was ok.
“Earth to Kitten,” I said, leaning in close to kiss her forehead. She looked stoned but managed a smile.
“Mmmm, still flying, Daddy. Check back later,” she said. I smiled, and decided to give her a moment. I picked up our pile of clothes with the plan to deposit it all in a locker once she recovered.