Daddy’s Little Whore

On unsteady legs, I wobble away from the table, but he does nothing to lessen the intense stimulation filling me. The bathroom is in reach, I pick up my pace as I get closer, praying that some cold water will at least soothe the heat rushing through my body. The relief is short lived as I am yanked back into the darkness of one of the aisles of books. The titles blur until I'm pinned between him and the bookshelf.

"What do you think you're doing?" he tilts my chin up when I refuse to look at him. He takes in my glassy eyes and trembling lip with a satisfied sigh, "Do you really think a little cold water can save you?"

Reluctantly, I shake my head in denial as he presses into me, his hand prying my thighs apart as it slides up my skirt. His fingers glide across the soaked material of my panties before pushing past it, massaging the slippery folds of my pussy with a soft groan. "You're absolutely soaked, darling," he murmurs against my ear, his hot breath causing a shiver to rush through my body, "such a fucking slut."

"N-no..." I whine a bit, trying to grab his hand to push it away, but he's already pulling it back, sucking his fingers clean as his eyes darken carnally. My hands still cling to his arm as I watch him, holding my breath a bit as my stomach clenches in excitement.

"Turn around," he murmurs, voice husky with desire.

"W-we could... get caught," I whisper in a panic, shaking my head as I clench my thighs closed tightly as another wave of pleasure rushes through me from the vibrator.

"I said..." his voice is firm and lethal as he yanks me around, pressing my body harder into the books, "turn around."

Suddenly, the vibrations stop, and I feel a strange calmness wash over me as I try to regain my bearings. The relief is short lived as I feel him ram deep inside me, easily as my wetness sucks him in. My mouth opens with a loud cry, but he quickly clamps a hand over it to muffle the sounds.

"Shhhh," he chastises, "you're the one worried about us getting caught."

Despite his words, he rolls his hips, thrusting in aggressively and unapologetically which draws more muffled moans from my throat as he pins me between him and the bookshelf. Every thrust sends me careening closer to the edge as my eyes roll back in my head.

I claw at his hand at my mouth, trying to reason with him, to remind him of the risks. He grabs my chin then, tilting my head back until he can look down at me as he pauses in his thrusting, "What is it?"

"They.. they have cameras," I whimper, shifting on my tiptoes from the angle he has me in.

"I don't really care, sunshine," he responds with a small smirk, "I guess they get to watch as I turn you into my dumb little slut."

His hand slides down to my throat, applying consistent pressure as he gives me a brief messy kiss before pushing me back into position, pumping into me with renewed vigor, almost as if punishing me for interrupting him. His hand on my throat squeezes, stifling some of the obscene cries that leave my throat as he groans next to my ear. His other hand wraps tightly around my waist to hold me in place against him as he uses me as leverage to slam in deeper, harder, abusing my cervix as the pain makes my pussy clench tighter around his cock.

"Fuck.." he hisses, nuzzling a bit into my neck as he begins to kiss, suck, bite, marking up the sensitive flesh there. I grip tightly at the bookshelves for stability as my whole body quivers against him from his frenzied thrusts. The fuzzy feeling of his hand tightening around my throat in combination with the abusive tempo of his cock pummeling my tight walls has me crashing over the edge.

A desperate cry leaves my throat, coming out as a garbled whine from his hold on me as my juices gush down my thighs, my body almost violently trembling with my release from all the torment up to this point. His hand releases my throat, instead opting to hold me tightly to him as he fucks me through my climax until he stills, pushing in so deep I see stars as I feel his hot cum filling me while he moans softly against my shoulder.

As he pulls out, my pussy clenches in protest of his absence as I look up at him with a pout, my whole body aching for more. "Go get cleaned up," he murmurs, placing a gentle kiss against my cheek as he urges me towards the bathroom with a cocky smirk. With a rather blank and confused look at him, I take some shaky steps to the bathroom.

As I reach the door, my legs threaten to give out when I feel the vibrations start again at max. "Shit!" I squeak in surprise as I feel my body tense and shake at the pleasure pounding through my clit. Shaking my head, I force myself inside the room to clean up, but instead find myself curled up on my knees as I whine desperately, clutching at my pussy as I feel it clench and spasm.