The taxi pulled up outside the Sunset Motel and the cabbie said, "That will be $43.60."
I handed him a $50 dollar note and asked, "Can you take my suitcase out of the boot, please?"
Grudgingly he got out the taxi and dumped my suitcase on the sidewalk and then looked at me up and down as if undressing me with his eyes.
I entered the new, modern-looking motel. There was a woman in her forties at the reception desk and I asked if there was a room booked for me.
"Yes, Miss, here's the key."
I smiled and said, "Thanks."
"Oh, Miss, there is a package that arrived for you today."
Package for me! How exciting. I love packages even if I know what is in them, but this one came as a total surprise. Suddenly I felt awake; the excitement of this package was invigorating. I opened my door, entered my room and started to open my package.
Inside were a red satin mini dress, red patent six-inch stiletto heels with ankle straps, a little red leather handbag and an envelope.
I opened up the envelope and read the letter inside.
My Asscunt,
Wear only what is inside this box. NO underwear and you need to be at the White Stallion Bar at seven pm tonight. And wear your butt plug.
Daddy
I looked into the full length mirror in my room. I ran my hands over my nineteen-year old, curvy, slim body. I squeezed my 32B breasts; I moaned, in a few hours Daddy's hand would be doing this to me, he would run his hands though my shoulder length dark hair and fondle my firm round ass. I got wet just thinking about him doing this to me.
The clothes I was wearing were not sexy, but comfortable for a long journey. I had just flown from the UK to the midwest of America and it had been over fourteen hours since I left my house and I was ready for bed and starving since I hadn't eaten all day.
I kicked off my pink Nike Air trainers, pulled down my jeans and pulled my baby blue T-shirt over my head. I looked at myself in the mirror. I hope he likes me. Well he did pay for this all just to meet me in the flesh. My hand went to my pussy and started to play with my clit. I easily slid my finger inside myself, I was so wet. I moved my other hand up to my left breast and played with my nipple -- it was already hard. I fingered myself slowly while thinking about him.
I was suddenly brought back to reality. I needed to get ready for our first meeting. I stopped playing with myself, licked the finger I was fingering myself with and walked over to the bathroom.
I took a shower and did my hair and makeup with deep red lipstick that I found in the handbag.
I put on the red dress, which barely covered my bottom and put on the six-inch heels. The dress was low cut well below the bottom of my breasts, revealing my young cleavage. It had spaghetti straps and it looked more like a red satin chemise than a dress. I had never worn that high a heel before and they hurt a bit to wear, but they looked fantastic against my milk white legs. I gave a twirl in the mirror. The heel made my bottom stick out more, lifting the dress even higher up my backside. I decided to have a little practice walk around my room. It was very hard to walk without exposing myself, but if I walked really slowly it didn't look too bad.
I started to head out the door, but just before leaving I had one last look at the note. 'Shit I had forgotten the butt plug.' I went over to my case and found my sweet little pink butt plug.
I put one foot on the chair, licked my little finger and started to tease my tight asshole, thinking of how Daddy would use my cunt with his cock while slowly pressing my little finger in my ass. I gently finger fucked my ass flower until it opened up enough to start using the butt plug. Since I had no lubricant, Daddy said not to bring any because he had some, I made it nice and wet with my mouth and slid the butt plug into my tight virgin ass.
I started to fuck my ass with the butt plug, but it needed more lubrication so I spat on my butt plug and continued to fuck my asshole slowly and it started to go farther into my ass. It hurt just the same as when I had bought it.
My mind wandered back those six months to when I first bought it. Without his knowledge I decided to train my ass so I could wear it for a twenty-four hour period without any breaks. When I had completed this task, I told Daddy, and he wasn't very happy with me. He ordered me to take it out immediately and rest my ass for at least four days. That just made me want it more, but I did as he ordered. After the four days he instructed me to only use my butt plug when he wanted me to. One month ago Daddy instructed me not to use the butt plug saying he wanted my ass to fully recover from it.
Finally it entered far enough to pass the widest point and my ass gripped the smaller shaft next to the wide base. I moaned. The butt plug filled my ass and made it so I had to sway my hips even when walking slowly.
I left my room and headed to the reception desk. As I neared the counter the middle-aged woman looked up as she heard the clip clop of stiletto heels on the hard floor. I looked at her and saw the shock on her face as she looked up.
"Miss, there ain't many places around here that you need to dress like that."
"Oh, can you tell me where the White Stallion Bar is?"
"Yes, Miss, it's about three minutes walk down the street," she pointed the way, "but I think you are way overdressed for that cowboy bar."
I just smiled as I said, "Thanks."
"Well, have a nice day," she called out as I clip clopped out the door. I could feel her eyes on me watching my ass wiggle as I stepped out into the warm summer's evening.
As I walked to the bar I passed two men and I could hear them talking.
"Did you see that whore?"
"Hell yeah, I wonder how much she charges."
I dared not turn around, walking a little faster, not caring that my ass would be on show.
I finally reached the safety of the bar. "Three minutes my ass," I said to myself, "it took me more like ten minutes." My feet were hurting a little more, but he wanted me to wear these shoes and I hoped that it would make him happy.
The bar had muted lighting. It was a dark, dingy dive of a place with a wooden floor and a long wooden bar.
I looked at the clock above the bar: three minutes to seven. I am always late and smiled to myself, proud that I was early.
I looked around the bar; there were only three guys sitting at a table in the corner.
I didn't recognise any of them but they all turned around and looked at me as I clip clopped across the dance floor to the bar. This made me feel really uncomfortable, being in this flimsy red satin dress, but I could also feel my pussy getting wetter seeing the desire in their eyes.
I finally reached the bar and asked for a beer.
"Can I see some ID, Miss?"
"Yes, certainly." I handed over my passport, which I got from my little red handbag.
"Sorry, Missy, you need to be 21 to order alcohol in this county," handing back my passport. "But you can have soda here."
"I will have a bottle of Coke then, please."