To the "movies".

You are practically a puddle by the time you arrive at the next stop. Daddy looks like his veins are ready to burst. You just hope he bursts inside you soon. In the meantime, you arrive at "The Peephole" an old school movie theater in a seedy part of town.

Daddy leads you by the hand to the biggest screening room. A packed house...and you are the star of the show. You see yourself larger than life, sucking on Mommy's cum coated tongue. Daddy has you sit on his lap and watch along with him, whispering, "You see, sweetheart? All these men, and a surprising amount of women, all here for you. Can you smell their hunger? Imagine what they would do if they knew you were here in the flesh?"

You can't stop imagining it...and his hands are all over you. Sliding up your dress, kneading your ass, your breasts, and stroking your shaft. You whimper and moan and squirm...but you don't spurt...you find some impossibly deep reserve of strength you never imagined impossible. You hold off...you watch closely, not just the action on screen, but the faces of your aroused admirers illuminated in the flicker of the movie screen. You realize that this is part of your "reward"...teasing you in all the ways you would never want...but you desperately NEED...

After what feels like days, and is probably only hours, Daddy takes you off his lap and you whimper wetly, already missing his hard bulge between your soft cheeks. "Don't cry, baby girl, we are headed home...where we'll both finally get what we've been waiting for. You squeal with delight and see the crowd turn to watch you leave, all their starving stares locked in on you. You drink in their desire with every swaying step, you are drunk on it by the time you reach the car.

"You can suck on it now, but don't make me cum or you won't get your reward." You don't need any further invitation. You unzip his pants, slathering over his thick shaft running your tongue up the base to the spongy soft, yet steel hard head. He tastes better than you ever dreamed, and you don't need a pill to make it feel like you've found "the one".

For as long as you can remember, he has always been the one. You've done everything you could to earn his approval. You failed again and again when you thought you could earn it as a shell of a man. Then you grew petty and petulant... stubbornly trying to defy him if you couldn't live up to his standards. If you'd only knew then what you know now. All you had to do to earn his approval...his love, was to be yourself. Now that you are the best you that you could be, you have his full support and undivided attention.

You feel his pulse quicken against your tongue as the veins in his cock throb in your throat. You slow down, taking him all the way to the base. You keep a painfully slow and steady pace, **** to drain him, but knowing it won't be worth the reward. You are stronger than that now. You are stronger than that now. You keep him, and yourself on edge all the way home. When he finally pulls to a stop he pats you on the head and says, "Good girl. Now let's get you upstairs."