Dream a little dream.

My ass feels so empty right now. I almost want to go back over and beg him to rear-end me again. I hope no one saw me getting plowed though, gosh that would be embarrassing. Not to mention everyone knows everyone on this street and sooner or later it would get back to my daddy. My mind goes back to Mr. Flynn ever couple of minutes and I feel like just screaming. It doesn’t help that nobody is outside, making it really hard to sell any lemonade. I moan as I daydream about a huge cock plummeting insanely deep into my hungry pussy just as another large organ drenches my face with its thick baby batter. I close my eyes, letting a lucid dream take over. The image grows wilder as I’m lifted from my chair by a huge muscular man and placed upon his lap, taking his monster cock deep inside my wanton ass. My hips rock back and forth pushing the cocks deeper into my holes with each thrust, another cock is placed at my lips and I’m sucking it deep into my throat within seconds. I can hear them all grunt and moan as their fingers rub through my hair and pinch at my nipples and tickle my clit, I’m in heaven!

“I hope I’m not bothering you Miss Doe.”

I open my eyes; the figure is hazy through the bright summer sun until finally my eyes adjust.

“M… Mr. Kamp¹?!”

I recognized Mr. Kamp immediately as his daughter and I once schooled together. I remember once when I was younger I had spent the night at his place. During the middle of the night I awoke from a bad dream and dry mouth. I made my way to the kitchen and was getting some water when Mr. Kamp came up behind me. He whispered some dirty things in my ear, which I sometimes think about when I masturbate. At the time though I was nervous and shy and by the time I had the courage to do anything about it, his daughter and I had a falling out.

Although Mr. Kamp was perhaps a little creepy, he was definitely handsome and fit for an older man. Besides that, he was extremely rich. His lawyer was Mr. Flynn and it seemed lately he frequented him often. A heard a rumor that Summer Kamp had gone missing… a possible ****.

“Why Jane, this is quite a provocative marketing strategy. I don’t see the price for cold cut combo on here.”

What was he talking about… it took me a moment to realize. My thong was lying on the grass and my spread legs proudly presented a very hungry looking shaved kitten. I don’t know if there was a point to closing my legs but I did it for the sake of dignity. Although at that moment, I’m not sure if I had any.

“Oh my gosh Mr. Kamp, I am so sorry!”

“My dear little girl, don’t be sorry on my account. In fact, I quite enjoyed the show.”

He enjoyed the show? Just how long had I been diddling myself for? Just how many people saw me?

“Listen Miss Doe, I have a proposition for you. I had a meeting with Douglas (Mr. Flynn) but that can wait. I was quite perched when I saw the lemonade stand but now that I’m at this stand, I’ve suddenly become very hungry. Perhaps there is a chance you could feed my hunger?” Mr. Kamp asks as he comes around the lemonade stand, pulling my legs open. “Or perhaps I should say, feed my hungry cocks appetite?”

It had been a dream of mine to have Mr. Kamp seduce me for a long time and now it was happening. I knew the chances of it happening again where slim. Mr. Kamp was a very busy man. I also needed the money though, or I would never get my car back. Mr. Kamp seemed to be growing impatient as I thought my choices over.

“I’m sorry Mr. Kamp but I’m really not sure. I need to make some money to fix my car. I mean… I would love… I mean I’ve always thought about… I just…”

“Shhhh… there, there little Jane… daddy will make it all better.”

“Daddy?” I question, feeling slightly awkward.

He steps in between my legs and rubs two of his thick fingers along my clit making me gasp.

“Yes sweetheart, daddy loves to make his girls feel real good. Does my little girl want to feel good?”

“Yes.” I hiss, unable to control my racing hormones, “yes, daddy!”

“As for your little money problem… maybe we can figure something out. My limousine is parked right there across the street. Come now, let daddy feed on your wet little snatch.”

¹ Mr. Kamp is a character from the Chyoo story “Nancy Drew and The Summer Kamp Mystery”. Read it and contribute!