2 comments/ 33846 views/ 5 favorites Entrenched By: gtdaytona To my muse and confidante, thank you for everything! * You want me to put that on? Just that? Nothing underneath? I can feel your eyes taking in my 'come fuck me' 4" heels that make my legs so long, shapely and desirable. The curves of my calves draw your eye to my legs and I know you want to see higher. You want others to see higher. Moments ago, I'd been standing in front of the mirror, just staring at myself. After bathing, applying lotion from my neck to my toes, doing my hair just the way you like and applying my makeup, I'd been contemplating what to wear today. I like to start with the shoes and then decide what will go where. Like Narcissus, my eyes were riveted to my own reflection, admiring my firm, perfectly shaped breasts, the smoothness of my skin, including my pussy, my flat tummy and my long legs, I like what I see and I know that you like it too Daddy. That's one of the reasons I'm your Princess. My body makes you hard, very hard. My musings were interrupted when your reflection joined mine in the mirror. You appeared with my trench coat draped over your arm and a sexy smile on your lips. You cock one eyebrow as you offer the coat to me. I take the coat from your outstretched hand and slip my arms in and shrug the rest into place. I can feel the heat in my face at the prospect of what is to come. Your voice breaks the silence to tell me we're going into the city by tram. I'm not to do up any buttons, the only thing that will hold the trench coat together is the sash. Depending on how I hold my body, the top can gape very alluringly and you can see the swell of my magnificent breasts. You can probably see the soft white flesh and depending on where I am, you might also see the dark arc of my aureole and if you're very lucky, the pert hardness of my nipple. I know my nipples will be hard. I feel very vulnerable and exposed; but extremely excited as well. You always stretch me Daddy. Push my boundaries. Take me to places I never thought I'd go or even dreamed existed. I've learnt that my body can respond to your ministrations in so many different ways. I know you're wearing your yellow mesh jocks which I love because of the lack of coverage they provide. Your cock looks like a caged tiger when you wear them. When you're erect the nob of your cock protrudes proudly above the band; peeking at me with its single eye. I love the way your big balls are suspended in the mesh. Visible but protected. Your slacks are tight enough to show the shape of your cock beneath. It's already firm and thick, I can see that. I hear you mention my pet name, "Princess, we're going out for coffee. To that lovely little shop we both love, the one in the mall. We'll catch the tram just down the street." I know I look gorgeous in your eyes. My hair is just the way you like it, loose, shiny and cascading around my face. As I walk around the apartment I can feel my breasts swaying beneath the thin fabric of the trench coat. I can feel the protrusions in the fabric caused by my nipples as they get aroused by the gentle rubbing of the soft cloth, abrading back and forth across my sensitive nubs. The arousal is starting to seep down to my centre. I know that if you touched me, I'd be so slick and slippery. Not yet dripping; but absolutely ready for you whenever you choose to take me. I smile as I look at your crotch. I can see you straining against the fabric of your pants. I know how much you like the prospect of others getting a glimpse of me; those normally very private parts of me. The curves and slit that you own, but which you allow others to glimpse when you're in the mood. Today you're definitely in the mood! We walk to the door and embrace before we go out. You push your pelvis into me and I can feel your rampant cock pressing into the softness of my abdomen. I can imagine the pre-cum that's already oozing out of your cock; caused by the highly aroused state this situation is creating. I know you can feel the hard nubs of my nipples pushing into your chest and as I slide myself up and down on your thigh you can feel the heat seeping from my cunt, which is already getting very wet. I can feel it building up on my lips and it might soon start to trickle down my naked thighs. We part, breathing hard and head out the door and into the lift. The door clicks shut behind us, we're on our way. The lift stops and there are 3 women in the lift. I'd guess they're in their early 30s and I think they're from a couple of floors up. I feel their eyes on me. I think they sense that there is something going on here but they're not quite sure what. We get out on the ground floor and they stay put, they must be going to the basement car park. As we step out, you take my hand and turn me to face them and with your other hand, you pull open the lower part of the coat. It gapes all the way up to my waist for just a second or two before you release it. But it's enough time for them to see the naked glory of my swollen and wet cunt. Their eyes go wide and their mouths open involuntarily as they absorb the scene; my long, slender legs tapering up to their union which is smooth, bare and getting shiny with my nectar. I squeeze your hand. On one hand I feel so bold having been exposed like that for just a few seconds, but on the other I feel my face flushing red as these strangers get a quick glimpse of your erotic exposure of your Princess. But I'm excited by the knowledge that next time I see those women, they are going to look at me very differently; knowingly and enviously. As we walk down the stairs to the street, you are one step above me all the time and I know that you are looking down to see if my tits are visible through the gaping top of the coat. I'm trembling with anticipation of what's to come and what's going to happen when we get home. I know what's going to happen when we get home; it always happens. We don't even get inside the door before you're removing what garments I do have on and I'm ripping at your belt to get to your cock which I know is hard, hot and slippery with the pre-cum that has been oozing out since we left the apartment. It's always so good, so powerful, so gut-wrenching when we cum together. When we're on the street, you turn me towards you and adjust the coat so that there is a semblance of modesty in how I appear, but you have a wicked smile on your lips. What have you got in mind? You take my hand and we cross the road between cars to the tram stop in the middle of the road. Your grip is firm and supportive. There's not tram in sight and I think you've timed it this way on purpose so that we have a long wait for the next tram. I bet we missed the last one by a minute or two. The breeze is stronger than I imagined and it flicks my hair back and forth across my face. You take my hand and lead me to the far end of the stop and turn me to face the on-coming traffic. The breeze is in my face and it blows my hair so it billows back from my face. But that's not the only thing that's billowing. The breeze has got under the coat and it billows out around my legs and I know that I'm fully exposed to the oncoming traffic. I see the startled look on the drivers' and passengers' faces as they realise that the woman at the tram stop is practically naked. I'm shaking with the knowledge that they can see me but they can't get to me. Their momentum carries them past me but indelibly imprinted on my mind is the fact that tens, maybe hundreds of motorists have had a glimpse of my pussy; my wet, shiny pussy. I turn back to you, questioning if I can face the other way with the wind behind me but I can tell by your expression that this is not an option. In my arousal, I can now feel my juice trickling down my thighs. I want to touch myself to give myself some relief but I know that you won't allow that. I know that your cock is twitching in your pants, dying to get out of there and into me. But we're both going to have to wait. In the distance, I finally see the tram but it seems to be taking an interminable time to get here. All the while the breeze plays games with my coat and my cunt. The coat continues to billow in the breeze, giving drivers and passengers an eye-level view of my sex and the breeze is the counterpoint to the heat that is building up in my cunt, as it evaporates the juices gathering on my lips and my thighs and chills the skin underneath. On one hand I'm embarrassed and mortified, on the other I'm trembling with sexual energy and anticipation. I need to touch myself. Someone needs to touch me. This is going to kill me. I secretly want everyone to see me, my swelling slit, my dew on my lips, my wet thighs where I'm trickling down my legs. My pussy is pulsing and no one has touched me yet. I finally feel you reach for my hand as the tram comes to a halt at the stop, its own airflow creating more turbulence to create disarray with my coat. We join the queue to enter the tram and I can feel eyes peering down the front of my coat from someone on the tram. I glance up and a guy in his 50's is leering down my front. How much can he see? I can feel the heat spreading across my chest and I know it is colouring up as the blood flows to the surface of my skin as the capillaries dilate as a result of the growing arousal that is scouring my body, from my trembling thighs to my rock hard nipples and everything in between. My mouth and lips are dry, in contrast to my other lips which are drenched. We move forward and step up into the tram. You're a step above me, holding my hand firmly and twisting my arm away from my body which in turn causes the coat to gape across my chest. As we reach the top step I look to my right and straight into the bugging eyes of a pimply 16 year old who has just had an eyeful of my bare breasts. The expression on his face tells me he saw more live tit than he's ever seen before and so I glance down to his groin and see his bulging denim-covered cock. It looks like he's been the recipient of an instant hard on. Judging by the size of the bulge, this is a guy who is going to have a lot to offer women as he cuts loose with his sexual explorations and adventures over the coming years. Lucky women, I think to myself. You lead me to a swing seat adjacent to the ticket machine and indicate that I'm to sit. My hand reflexively goes to the lower placket of the coat to hold it in place as I sit but I catch your disapproving glance and I release it as I sit and the coat gapes alarmingly. Practically all of my thighs are exposed and anyone sitting opposite me can probably see everything that they expect to be able to see in a slut like me. You move further up the tram and position yourself so you can see what's going on around me. I raise my flushed face but try to avoid the faces that I expect have honed in on my body. The 16 year old at the door has turned to face into the tram and his eyes are locked on my groin. Oh my god, what can and what can't he see? Out of the corner of my eye I can see the leering 50 year old licking his lips and peering like a myopic reader at my cunt. Can he or can he not see everything? You are such a bastard to do this to me. You know the humiliation is killing me but that is juxtaposed by the arousal that is turning my body into a sexual canvas for anyone who wants to paint me with their eyes. My body is screaming for release. I want to wriggle on the seat; touch myself, squeeze my nipples, finger my slit and my rosebud. I want it all and I want it NOW! I look pleadingly in your direction for help but your look is firm and stern and tells me that I'm to hold my position. Not move, just suffer the pressure that extends from my cunt to my throat. I can feel the pulsing in my cunt as the adrenaline rushes to the centre of my sex. We stop and start again and a new passenger punches his ticket into the machine and then turns to face me and I can feel his eyes burning into my tits. I don't dare look down to see how much of my swollen breasts are exposed but I can tell he can see enough because his groin is at my eye level and his meat is tucked down the left hand leg of his slacks and it's swelling and growing as his arousal kicks in, knowing that he is so close to me and that he can almost reach out and touch me. I crave his cock. It is an appendage to die for. I don't need to see it in the flesh, I can tell from the length that is trapped in his trouser leg and from the width as it gets fully engorged. It must be killing him for it to be trapped like that because I know that when it happens to you, the ache is unbearable and you have to free your cock and get it upright as soon as you can. The only cure for that ache, comes from sheathing your cock in my cunt. The 16 year old is now frustrated because this new passenger is blocking his view and he repositions himself so that he can see something. I don't know what he can see but it's enough to turn him into a dog with a bone. He can't let go of my body; some obscured and some visible. Oh my god, I have to get off. I can smell my pheromones and I suspect that this odour is now starting to permeate the tram, especially the area in the immediate vicinity and my stench is driving these guys mad. The 50 year old has left his seat to stand next to the guy in front of me and the swell in his groin is obvious, but not as obvious as the growing damp spot on the front of his trousers where his nob if giving up its pre-cum and it's soaking his clothing. I avoid eye contact with everyone except you Daddy. I plead with my eyes but you bore back into me and drill me to my seat. I'm imprisoned by you with nowhere to go. At last our stop arrives and you move swiftly towards me, 'excuse me', 'excuse me' as you manoeuvre between the male bodies that have clustered around me. You reach down and take my hand and gently pull me to my feet and lead me towards the door. The two who have been standing in front of me don't move more than they have to and once you're past them, they close ranks so that I have no choice but to have their bodies rub against mine as I squeeze between them. The friction of their clothes on my coat drags it away from my chest and I feel the cool autumn air caress my nipples and surrounding breast and the goose bumps rise and pucker the aureoles of my already hard nipples as they are exposed for the world to see. I'm mortified but dripping. How can I hate and love this experience at the same time? My body craves protection from the prying eyes on one hand, but craves the sexual tension that this is building in me on the other. My mind is pushing away and pulling in simultaneously. I'm a mess. I can hardly move. Your hand pulls me forward. I stumble along behind you on shaking legs. You turn and reach for my waist to steady me as I try and negotiate the steps on legs that are turning into jelly. I collapse against you and your arm tightens around my waist. You turn and bring your lips close to my ear and you say in a low voice, "Daddy is very pleased with his little Princess. Be strong and be brave. Your reward awaits you when we get home". Get home? How can you expect me to even think about home when we haven't even reached our destination? My body is shaking involuntarily, my cunt is pulsing so hard and fast and my nipples are aching so much that I'm on the verge of tears. Get me to the fucking cafe. You release my hand as the departing tram creates its own wind as it heads to its next stop. Everyone who cares to look can see me exposed from my neck to my knees. Daddy, why? You turn to face me and your hands grasp the placket on each side of the coat and you draw them together to the point where they overlap and for the time being I'm relatively safe and somewhat protected. My body sighs in relief and some of the heat and tension starts to ebb out of my cunt, thighs, stomach, chest and breasts. I take a deep breath. You lean in and your lips brush my cheek and drag down the line of my jaw to my throat where I feel your tongue caress the pulse line. Your tongue lingers on my throbbing pulse. You smile your confident and caring smile and take my hand and lead me into the mall. I totter along behind on my still shaky legs that are struggling to keep me upright in my 'fuck me' heels. There is a buzz in the mall as the Saturday afternoon crowd throng from one shop to the next. We weave our way slowly through the crowd; your hand firmly clasping mine and guiding me to our destination. We arrive and you indicate to the waitress that we have a booking. Well in fact you have made two. You ask her to direct me to a small couch facing the door and we move in that direction. You turn me around and guide me down on to the low slung seat. I sink into the soft feathery filling and my arse sinks below my knees and my coat gapes alarmingly, exposing my thighs once again. But this time, I'm sure it will be exposing the union of my very sticky thighs and dripping cunt. The colour floods back into my face and chest as I suffer the humiliation of being visually available to anyone entering the café. The waitress looks at you and then looks down at me and she licks the curve of her lips as she realises the game you are playing. Her eyes are riveted to my centre and she finds it hard to drag them away from me to you. The sex magnet has got her and she is drawn to me just like the men. The only visible signs of her arousal are the protruding impressions on her blouse as her nipples rise to their peak. She wants me. In a way, I want her too. She is svelte, appealing and oozing sexuality. My sex is oozing too, but in a different way. Her green eyes are so penetrating. I struggle to drag my deep hazel pools away from hers. She finally gets a semblance of control back and she leads you Daddy, to your seat adjacent to the door. You're facing me and I see your lips moving close to her ear and she nods imperceptibly. She takes out her electronic ordering device and punches some buttons and heads to the counter. As she does, she turns and looks at me and licks those full lips of hers again. After transmitting the order, she heads out the back and doesn't appear again for several minutes. Once she does, she looks at me and smiles seductively as she heads for you Daddy. She doesn't stop, but as she walks past she surreptitiously drops something into your lap. I see you scrunch the wisp of red fabric into your palm and then bring your hand up and hold it over your mouth, just under your nose. Fuck, you told her to take off her panties and give them to you. How can you do this to me Daddy? You're my Daddy. My smells are your smells. You don't have anyone else's. You're fucking savouring her sex right in front of me. YOUR Princess! Your nostrils flare as her aroma floods your olfactory sensors and I know what effect that will be having on my Daddy. Your cock will have gone from rampant to pulsing to the point where you could ejaculate in your pants. You lower your hand and I can see your top lip and the tip of your nose are glistening with her wetness; not mine! I ache with anguish and jealousy. No Daddy, no Daddy. You can't do this to your Princess. Why? As she comes back into the café with another order, she stops momentarily and your hand slides up her thigh and disappears under her short skirt while she bends to hear more instructions from you. She nods, raises her head and beams a smile directly at me. Bitch! She sashays her way to the counter, her hips swinging for your benefit. She picks up an order and she heads towards me. My coffees sits on her tray with a slip of paper and she bends at the hips as she places my coffee on the low table to my right. As she bends, her blouse drops away and her unfettered breasts are displayed to me in all their fullness. I can see her nipples are in the same state as mine. Hard, puckered, and I know they will be aching just like mine. Entrenched As she straightens, her eyes lock with mine and a smile creases her face as she indicates that she knows exactly what is going on. She turns and sways her hips, this time for my benefit as she brings you your favourite iced tea Daddy. As she bends to place your drink on your low table, I know that you are getting the same view of her firm mounds that I received, but then I realise that you also got a view of her butt as the short skirt rides up to reveal a glistening slit between her slightly parted thighs. You are not playing only with me Daddy, you are now playing with her. I'm torn in different directions at the same time. Anger, hurt and rejection, that you have been tempted away from me to her. Or is it just that you want both. But you're My Daddy. Mine! You don't even know her. You're just being carnal. My eyes tear up at the thought that I have to share my Daddy. That you're no longer just mine. Why? Why? What have I done to deserve this? I thought this was our day! You indicate with a downward nod of your head that I'm to pick up the note. I reach down and feel the top of the coat gape as I grab for the scrap of paper. I can't make eye contact with anyone, apart from you, as I retrieve the paper. I slowly unfold the coffee-warmed parchment as I sit back in the lounge. It says, 'when a person walks in, you're to part your thighs.' No Daddy. No! I can't. But your look says that I will do as I've been instructed. Your eyes drill into me and confirm the non-negotiable intent of the instructions. The heat has returned, my body is now becoming bathed in perspiration at the prospect of more unrelenting exposure of my centre. I tear my eyes away from yours; it is too hard to maintain eye contact when your eyes are driving me to arousing humiliation. At that point a young couple appear at the door and you notice them out of the corner of your eye. I'm frozen in fear but you cock your eyebrow to say, 'what are you waiting for? You know what to do.' Your gaze is firm and expectant. Your eyes don't leave mine. I know what I have to do but it is so hard to respond. I take a deep breath that swells my lungs and pushes my swollen breasts against the fabric of my coat so that there are two little mountains where my nipples promise to break through the fabric. I will my knees to move to the left and the right respectively. My legs are rigid but I can see that the eyes of the couple are on my creamy thighs and I can sense their minds kick into overdrive as they sense that there is something to behold here. Under your penetrating look Daddy, my glistening sex is revealed to two sets of widening eyes. Her hand clenches his as she realises what I am offering to them on a silver platter, my wet and pulsing cunt. Two big buttons have appeared in the thin fabric of her silky blouse and there is a growing bulge in his jeans. Do my actions make them want me or one another, or both? I know they want something but what? You motion with your hands to bring my legs back together but they have seen all they need to see. He swallows hard and I suspect his mouth is as dry as sandpaper and they both lick their lips to replace the moisture that has evaporated in the heat of the moment. Our waitress appears at their side and directs them to a table at right angles to me. I look at you Daddy and you have that seductive, soft smile on your lips. I know that you are pleased with me for the time being and I inwardly sigh with relief. More people enter and more are given the gift of viewing my glistening cunt. My coat is going to be so wet when I get up. Anyone walking behind me will know what has caused that! Each time I see nipples peak and pants tent as my blatant sexual exposure hits that raw nerve that produces an animalistic and primal response in us all. I know that all the men want me and maybe some of the women too. I want them all, the men with their turgid, pulsing cocks and the women with their general softness and wetness. Our waitress leaves the café again. She appears to have finished work as she heads out the door in her coat, pausing to make a comment to you which elicits a smile and an acknowledgement from you with a slight nod of your head. She turns and heads up the mall towards the street, but not without turning her head in my direction and smiling straight into my eyes as she licks her red lips with the tip of her tongue. Several minutes later, we've finished our drinks and you rise from your chair and head towards me. Your cock is trapped in your jocks and is pointing to the right, swollen and ready. For me? Or do you now have a choice? What a bastard you have been today. I can't say that to you but it's what I think. You take my hand and help me to my feet. I need all the help I can get because the strength has been washed from my legs by the adrenalin and the arousal. I teeter on my heels and you turn me towards the table where the first couple sat. They both smile at you and nod their heads in appreciation. Your next act is to reach across me and pull my coat aside so my right breast is once again exposed to the elements, and their feasting eyes. Their eyes are riveted on my breast with the peaked, rock hard nipple. He is leaking pre-cum like a tap and she is sitting in panties, if she's wearing any; that are soaked with her slime that is just oozing out of her tunnel. Is she pulsing? Probably. I know what is going to happen when they get home; in fact it may happen before they get home because their arousal is palpable. Daddy pulls gently on my hand and we turn and head for the door. My breast bounces sensuously and there is nothing that I can do to cover myself. I'm a moving piece of art. I am so wet that it must be all over my coat and all over my thighs and there is more coming. I can feel the dripping. We walk up the mall towards the street and heads turn and feet stop moving as those in the crowd who are looking my way realise what I'm giving them. My Peripheral vision sees husbands nudge wives and wives nudge husbands, guys nudge one another and couples signal one another that sex is on the table for all to see. I avoid eye contact at all costs. I look straight ahead and focus on a marker at the end of the mall. I have one goal, escape from scrutiny. As we reach the street, Daddy stops and scans to the left and the right. A taxi flashes its lights and Daddy heads towards it. He pulls open the door and slides into the middle of the back seat and draws me in beside him. He reaches across me and presses into my breasts as he grabs the door and swings it shut. I can't believe my eyes, there on the other side of the bench seat sits our waitress. Her coat is unbuttoned and the bare flesh from her thighs to her throat is exposed. Her bare pussy, her full, firm breasts. It's all available for examination. Daddy reaches over and takes a hold of my sash and pulls it away and then spreads my coat so that I'm as exposed as her. As the cab pulls away from the kerb, your left hand reaches for my thigh and your right hand reaches for hers. Fuck Daddy, I don't even know her name! You look from me to her and back again. That smile creases your face again. Your hands then move in perfect sync to that space between our thighs. You exert some pressure to part our thighs and in unison, our knees spread and our sex is opened to you. Your fingers curl towards us and I feel your finger probe my lips and spread them so you can slide your fingers into my tunnel. My lips are so swollen, I'm so wet that your two longest fingers slide straight in right up to the third knuckle. I can see out of the corner of my eye that you are doing exactly the same to her, at exactly the same time. Your fingers twist and slide inside each of us and our heads are thrown back and our breasts push forward as our bodies respond to your probing. You slowly extract your fingers from the grasping confines of our love tunnels and your next move takes my breath away. Your arms cross and the fingers of your right hand are brought to my lips and the fingers of your left hand are brought to hers. The pungent cunt odour from her floods my nostrils and sends shivers through my body. You exert gentle pressure for me to open my lips and your fingers, coated with her slime slide into my mouth and rest on my tongue and the fingers coated with me slide into her mouth. You roll your fingers around the inside of my mouth coating my tongue and cheeks and gums with the salty, tanginess of her and she gets to taste my cream at exactly the same time. I hear her moan. It's too much. My body responds of its own accord and I arch and scream as the most powerful orgasm I've ever experienced rips through my body from tip to toe. I thrash and convulse all over the seat; I'm out of control. It rips from one set of muscles to another and I'm powerless to control it. What follows has never happened to me before, my cunt convulses and pumps cum into the air in powerful stream after stream. The back of the seat, me and anything within 3 feet is coated in my cum. The cab is awash with cum squirt. I collapse onto the seat, limp, drained and in a torpor of sexual bliss. Fuck! Where did that come from? I have a dull awareness that we are moving but I'm in a place that I've never been to before. I'm drenched, sated, weak, convulsing randomly as my body and mind start to return to some semblance of normality. Tears of joy and ecstasy course down my cheeks. I'm at Daddy's mercy. I can't do anything for myself. My cunt clenches and releases involuntarily, seeking the cock that's not yet there. I sense that we have stopped moving. Where? I have no idea. There is the sound of voices and machines in the background as you pay the driver. You reach over and open the door and climb over me onto the kerb. The next thing I feel is strong arms lifting me from the cab. I feel naked and I am. The coat is kept in touch with my body only because your arms have trapped it between your arms and me. I feel the rhythm of your pace as you walk across the pavement with my limp, sweaty, wet form in your arms. Sliding doors and moving up steps is just a faint awareness in my addled brain. I hear a key in a lock, a door swinging open and you whisper in my ear, "Princess, we're home." We are? I'm laid on a bed and another warm body crawls in beside me. Who? I have no idea. The covers are pulled over us and in seconds I'm in another world. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, where is my Daddy?