Page 43 of Sugarplum

“Ooh, you naughty girl. You’re going out with the old man, again. Where to, this time?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’ll just wait and let him surprise me.”

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The rest of the day went by slowly. I did see Michael and he did gesture for me to follow him into the bathroom but I didn’t. I just walked down the hallway, ignoring him, and made my way back to the Human Resources department office. By the time he figured I wasn’t following him I was already buried by copious amounts of paperwork and Vicky was roaming the floor, prodding and inspecting everybody’s work. Michael just walked away when he saw he couldn’t disturb me.

“Yeah, just walk away,” I said, mostly to myself, as I watched him leave.

This gave me the freedom and peace of mind to just finish work. Without someone stalking me, I was able to relax and enjoy myself. The remaining three hours of work passed by quickly and I felt a little bit of a sense of achievement.

“Hey, you can go,” Vicky finally said when she saw me emailing her the last document for the day.

“Thanks ma’am,” I answered and nodded at her in acknowledgement. I took off my jacket and draped it over my seat. Fortunately for me, all my office workers were females so nobody really cared to look at me in my tank top and how I lacked a bra. I still wanted to avoid questions so I hurried my way out of there, carrying my shoulder bag with me.

When I got to the parking lot, I found Dylan again waiting for me. His face glowed with a beautiful big smile as soon as he saw me wearing my office skirt, high heels and a tank top. I bet he was just staring at my nipples pushing against the cloth. He’s such a dirty old pervert.

“Hi baby,” he greeted and kissed me on the forehead. He took my bag and tossed it inside his car. “How’s my little girl?”

“I’m good, daddy,” I replied. I then gave him a better look at what I had on. “How’s my outfit?”

Dylan reached forward and pinched my nipples.

“Oh! Aah! F-fuck,” I moaned out in shock. I looked around and fortunately no one was there in the parking lot with us.

“I love it,” he said as he let go. I felt my nipples getting harder and I felt the flush of warmth filling my cheeks as I looked at him with a wave of shame and lust.

I gave him a hug, “Thank you, daddy. I wanted you to like it. I was going to wear something even sexier but you know, work rules and stuff.”

Dylan patted my head and I felt like a loved pet. He kissed my cheek and then helped me into his car. We then left and he drove us through downtown. It didn’t look like we had a real destination and he was probably just driving so we could talk.

“How are you?” he asked me. We were heading to the center of the town and I suspected he was going to look for a drive-in. “How’s your pussy?”

I blushed again. He was being quite straight-forward now. “Oh, uhm I-I’m doing good, daddy. To be honest, ever since that night, it’s all I’ve been thinking of.”

“Really now?” there was a hint of gratification in his tone.

“Yes, daddy,” I began to explain. I figured there was no reason to be coy with my words. “I’ve been watching a lot of porn now, even more than before, and I’ve started playing with myself.”

“So you’ve been fingering your naughty little pussy, baby?” Dylan’s face showed a big smile and I knew I was striking all the right chords.

I nodded and looked at him. I caught him glancing my way. “Yes, daddy. I do have to be honest with you though, I didn’t just satisfy my lust with my finger.”

Dylan raised an eyebrow, “What did my little ‘daughter’ do? Tell me the truth now or I will kidnap you again and this time give you a punishment so rough you’ll beg for me to stop but I won’t.”

I chose my words as carefully as I could. “I had sex with one of my co-workers.”

“Slut,” he called me and for the first time I didn’t flinch. I knew he was right. “Fingers weren’t enough to satisfy your craving. I wasn’t around so instead of running to daddy you fucked some stranger.”

Well, there was no way to make this easy. “Yes daddy,” I admitted. “I’m sorry, I was feeling a little lonely and you and I never really put a label or something to our relationship. I don’t know how deep this goes. I don’t understand all of it yet. He was there and I was horny so I went out with him.”

Dylan pulled into a burger joint and went straight for the drive-thru. I waited as he ordered us both some cheeseburgers and drinks. While we were waiting he turned to me and asked, “Was he any good?”

“He was a jerk,” I answered.

Dylan pinched my nipple.

“Aah!”

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