Dirty Talks

Michael and I were out shopping to find something nice to wear at Luke’s birthday party. Nothing to fancy, just a nice outfit. Michael had already found and paid for his, while I was still looking. The truth is, I had already found the perfect outfit awhile back but I feeling a little distracted and needed to figure out a way to fix it.
Then it hit me, I grabbed the red polka dotted dress, the leather vest, and the boots that just went past my ankles. After getting changed, I walked over to Michael, who had his back to me and whispered, “How do I look, daddy?”
When Michael turned to look at me, his eyes were dark but he still looked me up and down. “You look great, baby doll.”
"Will you come help me with the zipper?" I asked, batting my eyelashes at him. Michael nodded, then followed me into the dressing room.
Michael went in first, once the door was closed and locked Michael pushed me up against the door. The front of my body was pressed up against the door, while Michael was pressed against ky backside. His fingers trailed up my inner thigh as he whispered in my ear, “Do you think it’s okay to tease daddy in public?”
I swallowed hard, but I didn’t say anything. Michael pushed his fingers under the material of my panties and began rubbing hard circles on my clit. “Answer me. Do you think it’s okay?”
"No, I’m sorry." I lied, I knew exactly what I was doing and it was working perfectly in my favor.
Michael stopped rubbing me, swiftly pulling my panties to the floor. “I don’t believe you.” He stated, lifting up the dress and smacking my ass. It wasn’t loud, but it still stung like a bitch.
After the hit, I lost feeling of Michael’s touch completely. I turned my head slightly to see that Michael had pushed his pants down low enough so that he was pumping himself. A smile played on my lips as I turned my head and rested my forehead on the door.
"Daddy, I didn’t mean to." I lied again.
Michael took a hold of my hips, pulling me away from the door and forcing me to bend over with one of his hands. Both of my hands were flat against the door as Michael ran his tip between my folds. “If you didn’t mean to you wouldn’t be calling me daddy.” Michael stated, his voice low.
Michael pushed himself inside me, causing me to gasp. I moaned as Michael pulled out and slammed back into me. Michael quickly covered my mouth, whispering in my ear, “If you can’t keep quiet just wait until we get home.”
By then, I was practically puddy in his hands. Michael continued to thrust into me, but he was standing up again. Michael took a fist full of my hair, pulling me as he still moved. My knees were shaking as I was coming closer to my release.
Michael started to rub my clit and nip at my neck, causing me to come undone. I called out his name, not caring who heard. Michael pulled out of me, but still unsatisfied. He turned my around and.pushed me to my knees. I instinctively wrapped my hand around his length and started pumping. Michael leaned his head back a little, so I licked along the shaft and took swirled my tongue around the tip.
"Stop. Fucking. Teasing." Michael warned, so I went as far on him as I could. I sucked hard as I pulled my heaf back up, only for Michael to push my head back down again. Usually I hated that, but there was something about Michael doing it that made it okay.
Both of my hands were placed on Michael’s thighs as I bobbed my head. When Michael was completely in my mouth I decided to try something, I moved my lips and gently grazed my teeth long Michael’s length. “Fuck.” Michael groaned as he spilled himself into me. I swallowed fast, licking my lips as I sat on my knees and looked up at Michael.

Michael helped me to me feet, turning me back around. He took off the vest and started at the zipper, leaning up against me and whispering, “It’s a good thing you swallow, or this dress would have been ruined.”

Notes

So sorry for not updating! But here is an update. :)