I lean forward, the tops of my thighs pressed into the edge of the bathroom counter top, getting closer to the mirror as I sweep mascara through the upper lashes of first my right eye and then my left. I straighten a little in order to examine my face fully. Sage green eyes, accentuated with black winged liner, stare back at me. Satisfied, I cap the tube of mascara, screwing the lid on tight. I then scan the counter top, littered with products, for my favorite dark plum lip combo. I find what I need and return to the mirror to line my lips and then apply lipstick.
A few spritz of perfume later, I'm pulling on the black floral dress I intend to wear tonight, and stepping in front of the full-length mirror. The dress has a high slit that exposes my entire left leg, my thigh tattoo clearly visible, and a deep plunging neckline that leaves little to the imagination.
I'm going out dancing tonight with my best friend and a few of our old friends from high school. I'm meeting up with Daddy for drinks beforehand and I don't actually know how he'd feel about my décolletage on display like this.
I quickly shimmy out of the dress, depositing it on the floor, and walk over to the tallboy dresser in the corner of the room to scrounge around in my lingerie drawer. I pull out a black lace teddy before sliding my panties down my legs and stepping out of them. I pull the teddy on, over my head and down my body before bending at the waist to fasten the snaps between my legs.
I walk back over to the mirror. Straps criss cross over the swells of my breasts while lace-covered satin cups lift my breasts high. Perfect. I snatch up the dress from the floor and step back into it, pulling it up my body, sliding my arms through the billowy sleeves and then zipping it up the back. The straps of the teddy are visible as are the scalloped lace edges of the teddy's cups. I am technically more covered than before but the lingerie underneath is doing nothing to make me appear more decent.
I smirk a little at that. It's a risky choice. Daddy will either love it or I'm in for a punishment. Both of which sound delightful.
After pulling on my favorite black Doc Martin boots, adding a few select pieces of jewelry and moving all of my essentials from my day purse to a little black clutch, I take one last look in the mirror. My dark brown hair falls in soft waves over my shoulders, my eyes are bright, my cheeks are flushed with excitement.
I'm ready to go.
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I pull up outside Daddy's house 45 minutes later. He's already waiting for me, leaning up against his car, his tattooed arms folded across his chest. I still get breathless and nervous every time I see him. He's just so fucking handsome.
He's quickly closed the distance and he opens my door with a smile on his face.
"Hey, beautiful."
"Hi, Daddy." I answer shyly.
He extends a hand to me and I take it stepping out of the car and into his waiting arms. His lips find mine and he kisses me deeply, his tongue claiming my mouth as his hands slide lower to possessively squeeze my ass.
Daddy leans back just enough that he can look down at my chest. He fingers one of the straps that criss-cross over my left breast.
"Did you wear this for me, baby?" he asks, "Or did you wear it because you like it when men have their eyes all over you?"
"Can it be both?" I squeak.
"Such a dirty girl," Daddy chuckles. "Come on, then."
Grabbing my hand, he leads me over to his car, first opening the door for me and then helping me settle into the passenger seat, before walking back around the car and getting behind the wheel.
His hand squeezes my bare thigh and stays there throughout the duration of the short drive, a reminder of his desire and his ownership. I don't know where we're going but Daddy does.
We pull up to my favorite Cajun restaurant, a place I had mentioned wanting to go to recently, but before I can open my door and step out, another tight squeeze on my thigh has me rooted in place. Without a word, Daddy watches me as his hand slides between my legs and he starts to rub my little clit through the thin fabric of the teddy.
My body arches into his touch and my breathing quickly becomes rapid and shallow. Pleasure blooms from my core and I can feel the lace of the teddy dampen. I grip the sides of the seat and squirm against Daddy's fingers, desperate for a release.
My head falls back against the seat and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I can feel his intense gaze on me as he watches me shatter and fall apart, a soft moan escaping my lips.
I sit up with a yelp when Daddy pinches my swollen clit.
"Let's go inside, baby."
He opens his car door and steps out while I do the same. I get a sharp look and swat on the behind for opening my own door but I just smile sweetly at him as I slide my hand into his.
We are quickly seated at the bar, Daddy ordering a beer on tap for himself and some kind of flowery gin drink for me. His hand, again, rests on my thigh and I secretly love feeling the eyes of other patrons on us with his ownership of me so clearly on display.
We spend half an hour, and a second round of drinks, just enjoying each other's company but more than once I notice Daddy's eyes fall to my breasts. I can see his hunger growing and I am not surprised he turns down the bartender when asked if we'd like another. Daddy rises to his feet, hand extended, and I quickly throw back the last of my cocktail and take his hand.
We still have a half an hour before I'm supposed to meet up with my girlfriends so after I am safely secured in the passenger seat, Daddy drives around downtown. He's looking for something but I'm not exactly sure what. Suddenly, he makes a sharp turn into an alley way that opens up into a deserted parking lot between towering brick buildings.
Shutting off the car, he turns to me and cups my face, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth across my cheek. I lean into his touch, nuzzle him almost. If I'm being totally honest, going out dancing is not what I want to be doing right now. Right now, I want Daddy to do naughty things to me until I'm crying and begging for mercy. He sees it. I know he does.
His hands fall from my face as he silently turns and opens his door, climbing out to walk around the front of the car and then he opens mine.
"What are you doing?" I ask, not sure I understand his intentions. I remain seated in the car. Anyone could look out any window and see us at any time and that has my heart racing.
He doesn't need to tell me. His hands make quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping his fly and he brings his hard cock to my lips. I take him into my mouth, grateful that I wore smudge proof lipstick tonight, and look up at him when his cock is fully seated in my throat. His hand fists my hair and he fucks my face then, barely allowing me time to breathe.
Just when I think I'm about to be rewarded with a mouthful of cum, Daddy pulls himself from my mouth and steps back, tucking himself back into his pants. I want to cry. I wanted his cum so badly. The idea of dancing at a club with his seed in my belly was really doing something for me.
"Stand up," he commands and I immediately comply.
Daddy then grips my biceps, turning me to face away from him and then urging me to kneel on the passenger seat and bend over the center console. He's flipping up my dress then, getting a full view of the teddy's thong threaded between my ass cheeks. He reaches up, undoing the snaps between my legs and baring my glistening pussy to him.
He runs a finger up my slick folds before plunging it inside. With his other hand, he fists my hair causing me to arch my back and anchor me in place while he fucks me hard with his fingers.The wet sound of my hungry pussy is all I can hear. I cum so easily for him, with his name on my lips, with nothing more than a throaty moan.
"Who does this pussy belong to?" he demands.
"You, Daddy! It's yours! All yours!" I sob as the last of the orgasm rolls through my body and I'm left a quaking, limp mess draped over the console trying to catch my breath.
"That's a good girl," he praises before closing my door and walking around the front of the car to slide back into the driver's seat.
"It's time to go meet your friends."
