I wake up from my nap with a throbbing pussy and wet panties from the spanking I got earlier.
Horny and feeling like a tease, I don't bother dressing as I leave my room in search of Daddy. As I pass the floor length mirror in the hallway, I look to see if his handprints are still visible on my bottom. Large red prints adorn each cheek and my nipples harden to visible peaks beneath my little cropped tank. Oh yes. Daddy will love seeing me in these cheeky panties that show off what he did.
As I pad downstairs to his office I hear voices. Realizing he's in a meeting with his friend and business partner, Brock Prescott, I hesitate at the door not sure if I should interrupt.
Daddy glances up at my face then immediately zeroes in on my double D's and hard nipples. He bites his lip as his gaze travels down my tummy to the wet spot on my light gray panties, all the way down my bare tanned legs to my pink painted toes before he glances back up and makes eye contact with me. His eyes are a caress that makes my body heat and shudder. They blaze as he smiles and says, "Baby...Come sit on daddy's lap."
My pussy clenches at his words and knowing Brock will be watching, I add a little extra sashay as I slowly walk over to Daddy's chair and stand between his legs. He grabs my hips, kisses my tummy, and turns me around to position me on his lap. As I turn and he catches sight of my blistered bottom, he groans and leans down to bite my right hip before pulling me down onto his muscular lap. He loves seeing his marks on me.
My legs are on each side of his knee and my back settles into his chest. His right arm circles my waist as his thumb rubs lazy circles on the ribs right below my left breast. My left hand curls up around his neck to play with the hair at his nape. His stubbled chin scratches my neck as he whispers in my ear...
"Did you get a good nap?"
"Yes, sir..." I say hesitantly.
"But?..."
"But my pussy is achy.".. I say with a little more whine than I intended.
"I bet it is. I can smell you. It's making my mouth water. You love when daddy spanks and marks you. But I'm in a meeting with Mr. Brock, so you will have to be patient until we are done"
Pouting, I say "yes sir" and squirm my bottom on the large hard bulge I feel beneath daddy's slacks. He grips my thigh with his left hand, stilling me and returns his attention to Brock.
Sitting in the leather club chair on the other side of the desk with one knee crossed over the other and a glass of scotch resting on the chair arm, Brock is staring at my breasts and hard nipples with unrestrained desire in his eyes. The little gray cropped tank does nothing to hide my big heavy tits and my nipples tighten to nearly painful peaks at his attention. If he could see behind the desk, he would be able to see the wetness pooling in my panties.
Had I known we had company, I would've dressed more appropriate before leaving my room. Then again, it makes my pussy cream so good to be watched and wanted. I really like when daddy shows me off to his friends. I want to make their cocks so hard and leak with how bad they want what daddy has. I bet if Brock put his leg down, he would be sporting his own tented slacks right now.
"Brock, you've met Meredith, right?"
"Indeed I have. We met at the charity gala a month ago. It's nice to see you again, Meredith. I must say, you looked striking in that red silk ballgown, but I'd much rather see you like this." He winks and takes a sip of his scotch as he reaches down to adjust himself and further confirming my suspicions that his cock is so hard for me.
Breathily, I say "hello Brock. It's nice to see you again as well."
Daddy lets out low chuckle and nips my neck as he continues drawing circles on my ribs. "My baby girl is a fucking sight isn't she? You should see how wet her little pussy is. I had to spank her earlier and that always makes her wet but she is absolutely dripping right now. I can feel the heat and wetness soaking through my pants."
I blush so deeply to hear Daddy talk about me like this to his friend, but my body body betrays how much his words actually turn me on. I try to inconspicuously grind my bottom and aching pussy on his hardness. But Daddy's smirk tells me he knows better.
"Baby, does Brock looking at your little body turn you on?"
"Yes sir."
"Are you trying to tease him and make his cock hard?"
Embarrassed at his forwardness, my cheeks turn pink and I bury my face in daddy's neck. "Yes, sir."
