Page 5 of Mafia Daddy

“Honestly, I don’t know,” I answer, reaching down into my tote bag and taking out Zoop, my zebra stuffie. “But if anyone tries to get in the way of me and Zoop, they’ve got a whole army of fresh hell coming their way!”

“Ha! Don’t ever change,” Charles says. “I mean that too. You’ve got too much about you to end up locked away under some mafia boss’s control.”

“Hey, don’t use the M-word,” I say, reaching across the table and playfully smacking Charles’s hand. “I thought I taught you better than that.”

The pair of us chuckle once more.

“Come on, let’s finish these milkshakes and go for a walk around the park,” I say. “We can feed the ducks, grab an ice cream, gossip and bullshit just like we always do. And maybe later we can grab a cocktail and see about hitting a special party?”

“You’re incorrigible,” Charles laughs. “On the eve of being handed over to a notorious crime family, you’re thinking about hitting a kink club?”

“You know me,” I say, a mischievous glint in my dark brown eyes. “I’m going to tease those thirsty Daddies one more time at least. After today, who knows when I’ll get another chance!”

“I guess I really didn’t need to bother telling you not to change!” Charles laughs. “You’ve clearly got that covered already.”

With that, the pair of us high five and set about finishing off our milkshakes.

I’ve still got a few hours left of my freedom and I’m going to pack in as much fun and frolics as I can alongside my best friend.

“Oh no-no-no, look but don’t touch, Daddy,” I say, a seductive smile on my face as I pull my very feminine panties down and prowl over toward the bench in middle of the room.

As I walk, I make sure to flex and wiggle my ass cheeks with each step.

The private fun room at the club might be dimly lit, but I know that the Daddy Dom in the chair has got a perfect view as I bend myself over and present my naked ass to him, my hard cock bobbing up in front of me and out of sight for him.

“How hard shall I spank myself?” I ask, my dick suddenly throbbing as I imagine the Daddy—I don’t even know his name—boil up with arousal and frustration. “I’ve been a bad boy, so I guess pretty hard, right?”

I chuckle to myself as I crane my neck around and see the very visible bulge at the front of the Daddy’s smart pinstriped suit trousers. And with that image in my mind, I waste no more time. After setting myself in position, I start to spank my ass hard and fast.

“Owww. Tell me how bad I’ve been,” I demand, the stinging sensation in my cheeks rising as I bring my hand down first on my left and then on my right. “Tell me what a dirty little slut-boy I am for wearing panties.”

When the Daddy doesn’t answer me, I simply imagine that he does and continue spanking myself until I can feel an orgasm building inside me. But I need something to get me over the edge, to truly push myself to my limits.

“Come on, tell me that I deserve every spank,” I holler, angrily arching my head back and repeating myself once more.

“You’re a naughty boy, you deserve the hardest spanking the city has ever seen,” the Daddy replies, his hard cock now in his hand as he pumps his fist up and down, barely able to get his words out.

Fuck. He’s not a real Daddy Dom.

Not even close.

Just some handsome but casual tourist playing at being a Daddy…

Still bent over, I spank myself four more times and reach down to my swollen, cock and bring myself off to thoughts of a true Daddy.

When I’m all done, I stand and pull my panties up over my semi-erect dick.

“That was quite something,” the man says, breathless from his own orgasm. “Should we swap numbers?”

“I think we’re good,” I reply. “But thanks.”

“Any plans for the rest of the night?”

“I have an appointment with the most dangerous man in the city,” I say, watching as the pretend Daddy’s face turns ashen. “I’m his property now. Apparently.”

“O-o-o-okay, I’ll be seeing you around,” the man says, panic coming over his face. “Or maybe not.”

“Have a good evening,” I laugh, watching as the private room’s door shuts behind the departing Daddy.