Daddy's Soaked Treasure

My p***y has been throbbing for five minutes but the bus hasn't arrived. I bet that there is even an entire pool of juice between my folds, giving off the thick scent of s*x. I can hear the couple next to me asking each other with a low voice before leaving the bus stop, leaving a sentence. "Such a bitch." But I don't care. The big billboard on the opposite building is displaying the face of Zeston Alberghini in black suit, walking in a flashlight as if he is born to be in the center. His elegant yet majestic appearance, somehow, harmonizes to the low, husky voice in my earphone. "Such a good daughter." "You serve your little daddy so well... hmm... So tight down there... Now daddy wants to fill up your hungry pussy..." "Ready to get pregnant now, my little daughter?" I bite my lips, eyes rolling back as the vibrator still working in my folds, but immediately looking back at the billboard. I need to look at him. Zeston glances at the camera, still and emotionless—just a public action before getting into his Maybach car and soon disappearing in people's eyesight. The reporter says something—maybe about the latest plan of his company, Kaston Group, to cooperate with some Italian company, but I'm not sure. My underwear is already soaked, and the damp will surely leave a filthy stain on the bench. The bus stops right in front of my eyes. I grasp the bag, trying to walk with all my strength to get on the bus. The vibrator is still working deep inside my bad p***y. My ears are full of the dirtiest words generated based on the most majestic man in this country. For God's sake, my legs nearly collapse when I scan the QR code to pay the fee with my phone. The bus is not quite crowded at this time. I can see my friend Lacey already on her seat, waving at me. "Karla, here!" I nod at her, then sit next to her without a word. Lacey is one of a few friends that I have in the university, who has a weird interest in Zeston Alberghini. Like a fan, I'm not sure. I just want to hang out with my friend like any other girl but dripping all the way with a filthy trace left behind, ready to be criticized. "You seem not to be so excited, Karla." Lacey tilts her head, swinging my arm. "Come on, girl, it's the first time you hang out with your classmates. Just smile!" The remote kept in my hand slides to the strongest mode, thanks to her actions. The vibrator now stirs my p***y up as if it's gonna break out of the squeezed walls, but I don't adjust it. I bite my lips again—or else I would scream like a bad slut right on the bus—and glance at the girl next to me. "Be quiet, Lacey." Lacey rolls her eyes, sliding back to her seat, sighing. "Okay, okay, just be a cold girl as you always are." But a second later, she leans into, saying with excitement. "But have you seen Zeston Alberghini on the billboard? He is so handsome! It's definitely my favorite daddy vibe!" I look at her, slightly nodding. Not only knowing him, Lacey, not that simple. I have to rely on the fantasies of being his dirty b***h to survive every day. Since the age of fifteen, I have dreamed of being his slut. I got dildos, vibrators, butt plugs... all used on this body dreaming that he's still playing me on his bed. Just that moment I felt alive, feeling that I was still his b***h just waiting for his seeds, screaming "daddy" till my throat was sore, instead of the killer pushing him to hell in my past life. "Yeah, I have heard about him." I answer, feeling the vibration transmitting all over my body like some essential pulse that gives me life. I look at the glass, and am not even surprised to see an addicted slut looking back at me as her p***y is dripping in public. Lacey doesn't notice me, as well as my damped panties which are not gonna hold back the vibrator in such a swamp. She leans into the glass window as if she is checking for something, then she immediately tells the bus driver with a joyful voice when the bus is about to go across someplace. I glance at the outside, just seeing the colorful LED board flickering in the night. STARFIELD CLUB. "Sir, please stop, we're gonna drop here." Then she turns at me with even clearer excitement. "Stand up, Karla. We have prepared a big party tonight." Lacey says, and she acts at the same time. She pulls me out of the seat, and believe me, she would never know that her accidental action makes my body jerks, and I c*m right under her nose. "In... a nightclub?" I ask back, trying to follow her steps while the juice is dripping off my thighs. Such a slut. "Why not?" Lacey holds my wrist as we get out of the bus and head to the nightclub, which seems to be a lavish place to burn your money. "Tonight we got a male model who looks exactly like the man we saw on the billboard moments ago." "Zeston Alberghini." Lacey blinks her excited eyes, running towards the nightclub, leaving her words behind. "I strongly recommend you to come and visit him tonight, and that man is gonna leave this club tomorrow to start a new career." "He won't be there anymore, we have to go and check it out." It's impossible. That's the first thing reflected in my mind when I hear that. Zeston is not some random celebrity that will allow someone to impersonate him for fun. He's the ruthless mafia king reigning this criminal world. His identity is the highest, so how could there be someone similar to him right in his territory? That should have been eliminated long before. Impossible. "Karla?" Lacey looks back at me when she realizes that I am standing at the same place. The low moaning sounds echo from the earphone. The vibrator in my p***y is still stirring up everything. "Right here." And I rush into the nightclub like an addict just having heard of some drug dealer, no matter how trembled my legs are. This time I only know one thing. I am not gonna go and interrupt Zeston's life as I used to do, yet I can't live a normal life with anyone as I am just a terrible, dirty b***h with the word "Zeston" etched in my soul. Just breathing in the same air to him makes me c*m badly, and I'm afraid that one day I would run into him, spreading my legs and ruining his radiant life. Tonight I need a substitute. If this filthy body doesn't deserve to be claimed by him, then let his replica play with it. Oh, what a slut I am, my little panties are already soaked just thinking about that. But don't worry daddy, this time I won't pollute you anymore.