Now here was a fucking homecoming.
Not the bar—Shorty's was deserted, and given there wasn't anything else to do in Purgatory but get drunk, how embarrassing was that? But some kind of serving wench was bent over the bar, her jean shorts up in the air, and that ass of hers was pure sin.
Wynonna had been kinda hoping to get a leg over the chick on the bus, but since that wasn't happening—fucking Purgatory—she was very down to try this bitch out instead. Saddling up to her, feeling every inch of weight in the strap she was packing, Wynonna took a moment to watch that ass keep wavering from side to side.
The chica apparently wasn't finding what she was looking for. Wynonna decided to help her out there. She gave that ass a hearty smack, leaving her hand locked in its delectable curvature. Fingers squeezing. Thumb rubbing against the threads of denim stretched thin by just how round and delicious that butt was.
"Mm. No padding." She slid her hand around, slotting it into the backpocket on this girl's other cheek. Another nice, juicy squeeze. "Shit, girl, where in Purgatory did you pick up an ass like that? The mailman black on your route?"
The girl heaved herself up, fuming with incensed shock, and gave Wynonna a death glare. "Okay, not only is that racially insensitive, but keep your hands off my ass!"
"Relax," Wynonna told her. The girl was cute. Face and tits lived up to her ass. The way she was flustered made her even cuter. It was obvious her ass hadn't gotten the tender, loving care a butt like that deserved. Wynonna couldn't wait to take care of that for her. "Just sampling the wares. Don't you know that you can really drum up business, handing out free samples?"
"I'm not on the menu!" she squeaked.
"I'm not surprised. You're the only thing in here that looks good." She reminded Wynonna a little of Waverly, not that Waves would ever grow up to be some bar skank, waiting on a few oversexed words to part her from her jorts and crop top.
The girl just shook her head at Wynonna's shamelessness. "Who the hell are you?"
"Just call me Daddy. And you…" Wynonna ran her hand down through the girl's hair, along her shoulder, down her side, all the way to those child-bearing hips. "You can be my baby girl."
It was probably perverted, calling her by the same nickname as she'd called her little sister, but then it wasn't like Wynonna had been sent to a mental institution to stop biting her fingernails.
"Listen, Daddy." Her voice quivered as she said it; Wynonna grinned. "I have a boyfriend, okay? His name is Champ."
"I think I'll be your champ now," Wynonna said firmly. "Because unless I miss my guess, that cute ass has never had a dick in it. And that is just a waste of our country's precious natural resources. Not very green."
The girl scoffed. "Pretending for a moment that's your insanely obnoxious business—it's not like you'd be able to do anything to change that."
"Oh, you haven't seen me on RuPaul's Drag Race?" Wynonna grinned. The girl blanched. "Relax, baby girl. S'joke. But I do have the pushin' if you've got the cushion."
She yanked down the zipper on her own jeans. The girl looked. She couldn't not look. Wynonna might not've been cash-rich, but she hadn't skimped when it came to strap-ons. She had eight inches of the best silicone money could buy. And her baby girl couldn't keep her eyes off it. The thing was menacing—enough to keep a harem satisfied. It seemed to scare the girl as much as interest her.
Wynonna spoke almost too casually now. "Yeah. I've broken in a few asses with this thing. Kinda like fate, you having an ass that needs fucking and me having this cock here, just built to part some cheeks."
Wynonna stepped closer, into the girl's space—she squeaked as Wynonna brushed the dildo against her bare thigh. Maybe regretting picking out short-shorts that morning. Maybe not.
"And that ass does need fucking, baby girl." Wynonna petted that nice, brown hair, the color of fine chocolate. She looped the soft locks around her stroking fingers and gave them a loving pull. "Yeah, you've gotta know how good that ass looks, pulling on those tight little shorts in the morning. It's so round and firm. Doesn't sag at all. Makes me almost cry, that I met you in here, like this. I would've loved to have watched you walk down the street. See that sweet booty sway. Bet it goes around in a tight little circle. Yeah, if I saw you on the sidewalk, I'd've followed that ass all the way here. Course, seeing your ass all the way here might've been too much of a turn-on. I don't know if I'd have it in me to have this nice, romantic conversation when all I want to do is bend you over the bar and see how hard I can make you come."
The girl's jaw had dropped, her mouth open in sheer disbelief of the verbal lust that Wynonna was pouring into her ear. Wynonna smirked. She reached her forefinger into the girl's mouth, stroked her tongue, and brought that wet saliva down to her groin. She rubbed it languorously on the head of her dildo. The invitation obvious.
The girl let out another little squeak.
Waverly licked her dry lips. What the fuck? What the fuck was happening? Some strange woman who kinda reminded her of her sister—as if this whole situation couldn't get any more fucked up—had waltzed into the bar, groped her, propositioned her, and somehow managed to get her to consider being sodomized by a total stranger.
Because Daddy was right there and the dildo was hanging right there. If Waverly was ever going to have a collegiate lesbian fling, now would seem to be the time. Did you still do those when you went to school via correspondence course?
Her pussy was aching, feeling especially hollow. She loved Champ, or she could love him if he'd just help her out a little with not being completely obnoxious—only this woman was being more obnoxious than Champ could be on his best day and Waverly found it kinda hot. Maybe because it seemed like she could back up all the dirty innuendo instead of falling short. And Waverly would really like some sex that couldn't best be described as 'falling short.'
"Yeah," the woman growled, drinking in Waverly's reaction like it was on tap. "I knew you'd be a little dyke slut once I got you warmed up. But I can see from the way you're just standing there, waiting on me to make my move, that you're no top either. You're a bottom bitch who wants nothing more than for me to tell you what to do. How about I give you a little kiss to start getting you off, just for starters?"
She grabbed Waverly by her crop top and pulled her in to a passionate kiss, her tongue dueling with Waverly's in the erotic playground of their joined mouths. Their tongues twisted together as they both tasted each other. Waverly felt her nipples harden into stiff pebbles poking into Daddy's own luscious breasts. She knew that Daddy could do whatever she wanted with her. Waverly didn't want to deny her any part of her body… not even her ass.
That dirty thought thrilled Waverly more than her entire relationship with Champ. She knew what it looked like, but it didn't feel like Daddy was assaulting her or even dominating her. She felt liberated by the woman. At that moment, Waverly would've gladly given up the life she'd so carefully built in Purgatory for the good fuck this woman promised.
Wynonna thrust her tongue against the girl's, pushing it back into her own mouth. Now that they'd sorted out who was on top and who was on bottom, she'd had enough of foreplay. She wanted to get back to that fine ass her baby girl had first attracted her with. Just a little more seasoning and this bitch would be putty in her hands.
She'd better get a move on. This being Purgatory, there was no telling when someone would come in for some day drinking. She wanted this girl's asshole opened nice and wide by the time she was back to serving drinks.
She moved down to the girl's neck, taking a deep breath of her perfumed scent. It made her boil inside. Wynonna went up to the girl's ear and exhaled hotly, heavily, prickling the delicate flesh of the girl's earlobe. Baby girl gasped in response, clutching Wynonna tightly. Wynonna all but laughed, feeling her baby girl's tits pressing into her own, nipples marble-hard.
"A dirty slut like you," Wynonna breathed, "belongs on her knees, nose-deep in my snatch, thanking me for giving you all your spank bank material for the next year. But if you ask real nice, I'll fuck that tight little ass instead. You'd really get off on that, wouldn't you? You nasty little whore. Beg for me to top you. Beg for my cock up your ass. Or the closest you'll get to this prick will be taking it down your throat while you suck me off. I know I'd get off on that. Would you?"
And she thrust her tongue into the girl's ear, overwhelming her after all the foreplay that had turned her into a sexual livewire. Now, with Wynonna's tongue licking through the tenderly sensitive flesh of her ear, the girl writhed and rubbed against Wynonna with a fierce need. A need to be the whore that Wynonna had called her.
While Wynonna fucked her ear with her tongue, the girl frantically grabbed Wynonna's hands and pulled them to her ass, shoving them under the tight shorts. Letting Wynonna get a good feel of her lacy panties and pert ass.
She couldn't take the need anymore. "Please… D-daddy … fuck me… I want you in my ass! I'm burning up, not having your cock in my ass! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…!"
Wynonna smiled. Her pussy throbbed so hard that it shook her strap-on. She'd just seen this girl's ass a few minutes ago, but hearing baby girl beg to have it fucked felt like a lifelong dream finally coming true. Goddamn, she was going to change this bitch's life. She might breeze out of this shithole once she got to the bottom of whatever the fuck had happened with Uncle Curtis, but she'd leave at least one person with an unquenchable desire for getting ass-fucked.
"Bend over the bar, just like when I came in," Wynonna ordered. "We've wasted enough time getting to know each other. I'm gonna open up your cheeks the way I should've five minutes ago."