Warning: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults. If you might be offended by this, or if you are not yet 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now.
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Lacey at the Bar
by Daddy Bear
It was hot out, and I needed a drink. A nice, cool frosty one, to be exact. So, I ducked into this bar, a bar I'd never been in before. I had the bartender pour me one and then turned around to survey the landscape.
It was right about then that she came out of the ladies room. Everyone in the bar turned to look at her. She was perfect--almost too perfect. She was about 5-4, 125, and had on a short, tight, black lycra dress, stockings, and shoes with at least a four-inch heel.
She was a little tipsy, too, wobbling on her high heels, high on either alcohol or pills or both. She scanned the room, looking for someone. Someone that wasn't there apparently because when she didn't find him (or her), her face fell and she slumped down onto one of the bar stools, tugging at the hem of her short, black dress, trying to cover the tops of her nylons.
I walked over. "What's the matter, honey?" I asked.
"It looks like my date has left me here," she pouted.
"Don't worry," I said, "I'll take you home."
"Would you, really? That would be so nice of you," she replied.
"Let's have another drink, first," I said. "Whadda ya say?"
"OK," she said, brightening up. "I'm drinking martinis."
From where we were sitting, I could see that this bar had a small balcony. Perfect, I thought. When the bartender brought the drinks, I suggested that we go out onto the balcony.
She agreed, but nearly fell on her ass getting off the bar stool. She was either really drunk or just not very good on heels. I suspected the latter. I put my arm around her to steady her and escorted her out to the balcony.
It was dark out there, and because it was a weeknight, we were the only ones out there. Putting my hand on her ass, I maneuvered her into a corner where no one could see us. I backed her up against the wall.
"How old are you, honey?" I asked.
"Eigh-eighteen, sir," she replied.
Not only was she younger than I thought, but I began to suspect that she wasn't really a girl. She looked so good, though, dressed so slutty, wearing an expensive dress, shiny black nylons and high heels, and her makeup was perfect.
I ran my hand up her thigh. I could tell she was scared, but she didn't stop me.
"You're not a real girl, are you?" I say. She froze. "Well?" I pressed.
"N-n-no, sir," she replied.
I slid my hand up underneath her skirt and fondled her little cockette. She gave a little whimper. "What's your story then?" I asked.
"This is my first time out," she said, "I just came here for the adventure of going out all dolled up. I didn't intend to get so high or drunk."
"You didn't count on getting read, either, did you?"
"No, sir. I was planning on having one drink and running home to jack off as usual."
"It's too late for that, honey."
"Oh please, Mister. I'm sorry if i misled you. I'm not gay or anything like that. I just like dressing up sometimes."
"Well, we'll just see about that." I grabbed her ass, squeezing her cheeks and pulling her tight to me. She started to pull back, but I tightened my grip on her.
"You wanted to play the bitch. Now, we'll see how good a bitch you are."
"Oh, please, sir. I go to school in next town over and..." I pressed my mouth to hers and groped her tits, feeling the gel packs in her bra. In her eyes, I detect a combination of fear and longing.
"If you help me find my car and get home, I'll pay you," she pleaded, "my daddy's real rich.
"I'll take you home. let's get in my car," I replied.
"Yeah, I really shouldn't be driving. I'll owe you if you do. OK?"
We walked out, she hobbling on her five-inch heels. I held her up as we walked out. I could tell the other guys in the bar were jealous that I'd snagged her.
As I helped her into the car, her skirt rode up her white thighs. I got a peek at her expensive panties and garter belt. I squeezed her thigh.
As I started to drive, she said, "I live up in the hills, big house." As if that was going to impress me.
"We'll get there sooner or later," I said.
She reached into her little black purse and pulled out her driver's license. "The address is on there. Thank you so much," she said.
I took the license and put it in my pocket. "OK, honey. " I said.
She started to babble. "I shouldn't have gone out, but i wanted to try it. I love dressing up as you can see."
You're a very pretty girl," I said.
"Thank you," she smiled, "I have so many clothes. I like black. Do you?"
"You'll have to model them for me sometimes," I answered.
"It makes me feel sexy, naughty," she said.
You could tell she really had no idea where she was. She trusted me completely. But as I pulled into my garage, she said, "Hey this isn't my house."
"We're just stopping here for a while," I replied.
"Is anyone home?" she asked. "I must look a mess." She flipped down the vanity mirror to appraise the situation.
"It's just you and me, honey. Now, get out of the car," I commanded.
She opened the door and tried to stand up straight, but on those heels, she started wobbling again. I grabbed her and held her tight, walking her into the house and into the living room.
I pulled her close to me and mashed my mouth up against hers. I pulled up her skirt and started squeezing her ass. "You want it, don't you, baby?" I asked.
She started to struggle a little, and it looked like she was going to cry. I laughed and said, "Just be a good girl for daddy now."
I slid her panties down over the garter straps to the tops of her stockings. "Very nice," I said, shoving a finger into her pussy.
She was still standing up, and she began gasping for breath. I continued to push my finger in and out of her pussy while sucking on her neck. She whimpered.
"Are you ready for daddy's big cock now?" I asked.
"No. Please no. This really can't be happening," she said.
I turned her around and bent her over. Her pussy was so fucking hot. I grabbed her hips and pushed my hard seven inches into her.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhh, please don't. Oh, God."
She was really tight, so I bent her over to help ease the pain. "MMMMMMMMM. Just right for Daddy Bear," I told her. I grunted as I fucked her, holding her hips, thrusting in deep.
"Oh, God," she moaned, "Your cock is so big. My ass feels like it's on fire."
"You're doing just fine, slut," I said, and began fucking her harder and faster. "Make daddy cum, baby."
She was resisting a little, and trying to push me out, but I held her tight and began to fuck her harder and faster. I could feel her resistance begin to ebb. She even began to push back on my cock.
"Ohhhhhhh," she groaned, "It feels so hot in me."
I was slapping up against her now. "Ohhhhhhhhfuuuuuuuuuck, babbbbbbbby. I'm CUMMMMMMMINGGGGGGGGggggg!"
"YESSSSSSS," she screamed, cumming with me. I could feel her asspussy. milking my cock as I shot into her.
"Don't stop," she said, dreamily. "This is what I dreamed it would be like."
"You're so fucking sexy," I replied.
After laying there a bit, I pulled out, leaving her pussy open and dripping cum. She started to cry.
I laughed. "Pull up your panties. I'm really taking you home now."
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