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| The plan was simple: we would meet at the Exit, and go in the alley later that night to fuck. I was to show up wearing a skirt and no panties. When I arrived at the Exit Daddy was already there, but the place was empty. They said it doesn�t really start to get crowded until midnight. It was 10pm. After we left the Exit Daddy took me around back. She had already scoped the place out. When I got in the back we both laughed at how well lighted the alley was. It wasn�t going to happen there, and it seemed that Daddy was getting discouraged. Living in Chicago all of my life, I knew where we could go. It helped that I drove a van for a living for three years, and was familiar with the area. We decided to get something to eat, so I took Daddy to my favorite restaurant on North Avenue. After dinner we both looked at each other and knew it was time to find the place where we could fuck! We drove around for over a half hour before we settled for a place along the riverfront. I parked the car, and stood by the passenger window watching as Daddy strapped on her cock. I was growing impatient, and wanted to be fucked seriously! I followed Daddy to the loading dock, past some old drums, to the back exit. Where it was dark and dirty. I looked Daddy in the eyes as she kissed me hard. I reached down to find her hard cock, and massaged it. She smiled as she pulled a condom out of her leather vest pocket. I was ready for Daddy. I had given myself a deep enema earlier that evening. Anticipating her fucking me. Daddy was dressed nice that evening, looking hot as hell with her jeans, leather vest and black t-shirt, and leather boots. She made me wet just looking at her. She dropped her jeans to her ankles, and lubed up my ass for the fucking. She was using her smaller dildo, so there was no strain on my splinter. Her cock slipped in easily. I moaned as she started to thrust her cock inside of me. We had our backs to the door of the loading dock, looking towards the only entrance to where we stood fucking. Daddy would start to fuck me real hard, then slow down every time a car would pass. There was no way in hell anyone could see us by driving by, but that didn�t matter. We could still get caught, and that was half the fun. Fuck! That was all the fun! Every time I would moan loud Daddy had to remind me to be quiet. But it wasn�t easy. It had been more than two weeks since I last seen Daddy. Even though I have other lovers, or fuck buddies, no one fucked me like Daddy. I tried to muzzle my moans with my arm, but Daddy was really into it. I could hear her grunting. It made me moan louder. Goddess, I love my Daddy! Daddy stood behind me as I leaned against a steel crate. She fucked me real hard for over 20 minutes before my legs got tired from squatting to accompanying how taller my legs are than Daddy�s. Before we left the loading docks Daddy and I kissed again, and again. As we headed back to the car she picked up a pipe and handed it to me. She told me it was something to remember our night at the loading docks. We went back to the Exit afterwards. I was smiling from ear to ear. We found a seat, and I placed my head on Daddy�s shoulder. She took my knife from my back pocket and we had a knife scene right there in the bar. I am a Mistress of knife play, and have topped my bois with a knife many times. This was the first time that someone was topping me with a knife. I loved it. We left the Exit around 1am, and went to my place where we fucked some more. I wanted to show Daddy my appreciation for our experience at the loading dock, so I licked her sweet clit until she came. I�m sure my neighbors heard her moans. To me it was poetry! I�m not sure how to end this story except to say that I think I finally met my match, with Daddy. We share a lot of similar sexual fantasies. I look forward to our next time at the loading dock, or maybe the observation deck at the John Han �cock� building. Whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets! Millarca -Daughter of Darkness Copyright�2000 by Lynnell Stephani Long |
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