A little humiliation.

As you head towards the lobby entrance, Daddy turns back and heads to the cab. He leans down and speaks to the driver for a moment. Daddy turns to you and beckons. You walk over, hips swaying. You feel the slippery mess leaking out of you sliding between your thighs. Daddy smiles at you. "I've just told Roger here that you want to fuck him. Hes really excited by the idea. You don't want to disappoint him do you?"

You take a step back in shock. How could anyone do this to someone else> And the cabbie. He's disgusting. Lank, greasy hair and pallid clammy skin. A face only a monkey could love. And that indescribable smell. This is just too much.

But at the same time there's the way Daddy commanded you. As if he simply expects you to obey. And goddamn it, you want to obey him and make him happy. Daddy leans in and whispers in your ear, "You will fuck him. Because you are a cumslut. And if you fuck him, I'll reward you later," To emphasise his point, he gives your tit a quick squeeze. You hesitate only a moment, before whispering "OK,"

He grabs and flips your skirt up before hoisting you up onto the hood of the cab. You jump as the freezing metal touches your bare skin. Already standing before you is the cabbie, pants around his ankles, firmly gripping his less than impressive dick.

He grabs your legs and pulls them open, the change in movement pressing more warm skin onto cold metal. You gasp. He pushes into you, uncaring of your own needs. Fortunately you are still wet, a result of Daddy's cum and his ministrations in the back of the car.

The cabbie fucks you hard and fast, holding tight to your calves, pulling them apart. You grin and throw your head back. You could never not enjoy this! You feel so cheap. Anyone could see this: a vile excuse for a human being thrusting into you, your legs pulled akimbo, your arse grinding into the hood of his car. You lie back, feeling your orgasm build as the cabbie increases his pace.

He pulls out of you, growling. Thick cum erupts from his tip, covering your pussy and mound, splattering against your thighs. You pout and grimace. Your hips buck forward in frustration. You didn't get to cum!

The cabbie pulls his trousers back up, shakes hands with Daddy and gets back into his car. Hopping off the hood, you pull your skirt back into place. You watch the cab drive off, leaving you and Daddy outside his building.