back to his place

As you leave the upstairs bar, you turn back to the bartender, blowing him a kiss before heading out the door. Your fucker guides you through the crowd, his hand on your arse pushing you forward.
"Wait! I need to get my purse"
"Fine. But you better be quick slut"

Hurrying over to the table where two of your girlfriends sit, sipping drinks and giggling, you grab your purse. "Got to go. Have fun girls. I know I will"
The two girls grin and roll their eyes at you. "Lucky bitch. How do you always manage to get a fuck?"
"That's simple. I'm a cheap and easy slut! You should try it one day"
"Ha Tell us all about it"

You rush back to your man. "Right let's go. Um...what's your name?"
"Just call me Daddy. Is that OK?"
You grin. That is so wrong. "Yes Daddy!"

Pushing through the heaving mass of dancing, grinding bodies, you feel your juices, mixed with Daddy's cum, trickling down your inner thighs. Face burning you pray no one notices. At the same time, yo pray someone does.

Before long, you're out of the nightclub, on the footpath and into a cab. The driver is some slimy looking guy, the sort that makes you want to take a bath just by looking at him. No that you really notice him at the moment.

As soon as you're in the back of the cab, Daddy's lips lock with yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth and dancing with yours. You giggle, the sigh as his hands once more play with your pussy lips. You claw at his cock through his pants, desperately searching for his zipper. But every time you come close to it he taps your hand away. "Uh uh, not yet"

He keeps you in this state for the entire drive. A mere five minutes, but to you, writhing in his grip, it feels closer to five centuries. As the cab stops, Daddy throws a couple of notes to the cabbie, before pulling you out the door. "We're here!"