Daddy and I have been dating for 4 years since we met online. I'm 32 and he's 42. We love exploring our kinky sides together, especially our Daddy Dom/Babygirl play and tonight is no exception. Tonight is Daddy's poker night.
He has laid out a short yellow sundress and a brand new white thong for me to wear this evening so that I look very pretty for our guests. One of Daddy's rules is that I am never ever allowed to wear a bra, so I am not surprised that there isn't one laid out. I change out of my t-shirt and jeans and slip the sundress over my head. Next, I slide the brand new white thong up over my hips and settle it into place. It makes me squirm a little in discomfort, but the discomfort turns me on. It's a reminder that I am not in control, Daddy is. Plus, the thong makes me feel really sexy.
I am looking myself over in the mirror when all of a sudden the doorbell rings. I rush downstairs to answer it. Daddy's three work buddies, Randy, Ryan, and Timothy enter the room. They are all the same age as Daddy.
"Hi!" I say cheerfully.
"Babygirl, you better greet our guests properly!" Daddy reminds me from the living room where he's sitting on the couch reading a book. Daddy likes me to give each guest a big French kiss to welcome him into our home.
I walk up to Randy, put my arms around his neck, and lean in for a kiss. As we are kissing, Randy squeezes my butt cheeks with both hands. "Hi, Babygirl. What a nice tight ass you have! Your Daddy is quite a lucky man to get this body all to himself!" He lands a smack on my right cheek as I go to greet Ryan.
Ryan sticks his tongue in my mouth and rolls his thumbs over my nipples until they are hard and visible through my dress. "Mm, Babygirl, I never get sick of taking a handful of these big boobies. What size are they again?"
"34 DD, Sir." I answer.
I move on to Timothy. As Timothy presses his lips to mine, he lifts my skirt and tries to slip a hand down the front of my panties. At this point, Daddy walks into the room and tells Timothy he's not allowed to touch me under my clothes - yet!
"Now that everyone has been welcomed in, why don't you go get us some beers, Babygirl?" Daddy says.
"Yes, Sir. I'll be right back." I quickly go to the kitchen, grab a tray, and place 4 beers from the fridge on it. I'm not allowed to drink alcohol, unless Daddy offers me a sip of his. I carefully balance the beers and bring them into the dining room where the first round of poker is just starting.
"Does anyone need anything else?" Daddy asks his guests. They all shake their heads no.
Daddy asks me to sit down beside him for good luck. I obey. Daddy starts to rub my thigh as he plays cards. I don't know how he can concentrate while he teases me like that. He gradually inches the skirt of my dress up until my white thong is on display for everyone. He keeps gently rubbing the insides of my thighs, inching closer and closer to my wetness. Everyone is noticing.
"Babygirl, why are you squirming?" Ryan asks from across the table.
"Oh, I'm sorry if I'm distracting you, Sir. I will try to sit still," I reply.
"Yes, please do. It is very distracting," Ryan answers me. I just look down in embarrassment and my cheeks flush red.
Daddy stops touching my thighs and wraps his arm around my shoulder, gently massaging. It feels really good, but I am careful to sit still and silent.
Daddy offers me a sip of his beer. "Good girl, take a few sips." Daddy knows it doesn't take much alcohol to make me tipsy, but he also knows a few sips relax me.
I lean back into the chair, into him He slides one strap of the dress off my arm, and his hand moves down under the fabric. My nipples are still hard from the greeting Ryan gave me and Daddy's fingers just make them harder as they brush against my right nipple. Daddy's massage of my booby feels really wonderful. I'm sure I'm soaking my white thong. The guys are still playing cards, making small talk, but each one keeps stealing glances over at my beautiful body which Daddy is teasing so blatantly in front of them.
Next, I feel Daddy slide the other strap off my other shoulder. He pushes the fabric down so both of my breasts are fully exposed. He gives me a few more sips of his beer and then he stops touching me for a few minutes, letting my body sit there, exposed. Randy, Ryan and Timothy aren't even trying to be subtle about glancing at me anymore and are now fully staring at my displayed titties.
The doorbell rings. Timothy says, "That must be the pizza."
Daddy hands me two twenties and says, "Babygirl, please go get the pizzas."
"Yes, Sir!" I start to pull the straps of my dress back up, but Daddy stops me.
"No, no. I didn't give you permission to pull your dress back up. When you answer the door, show off your beautiful titties to the pizza man. Tell him he may kiss them if he wants, one kiss for each nipple." My face flushes red, but I don't want to disappoint Daddy.
"Yes, Sir." I head toward the door. When I open it, the delivery guy absentmindedly says the total as he hands me the pizzas. When he focuses and realizes what he is seeing, he says, "Whoa. Nice rack, lady."
I blush again. "Thank you, Sir. My Daddy says it's okay for you to kiss each of my nipples one time, if you'd like. You don't have to though."
"I would really like that, sweetheart." He bends down and takes my left nipple in his mouth for a quick kiss, then moves over to the right nipple. He sucks this one for a second and flicks his tongue over it before letting go. I moan in pleasure at the sensation.
"Wow, you have tasty titties. I'd really like to taste more of you sometime." I hand him the money. "I'll definitely make sure I deliver your pizzas every time you order, sweetheart." With that, he walks back to his delivery car and I shut the door.
"So, how did it go? Did he lick your boobs?" Randy asks me as I set the pizzas on the table.
"Yes, he kissed my left nipple quickly and flicked his tongue over my right nipple. It was very exciting to have a stranger touch me like that. I am gushing wet in my panties right now," I answer honestly. Daddy enjoys it when I go into thorough details about what his requests do to me sexually, especially in front of his friends.
Randy touches my panties and then slides a finger into me to confirm, "Yup, you have a very wet cunt right now, Little Girl!"
"You are a very good girl. I am proud of you for obeying me so well," Daddy beams at me. He really is proud of me when I follow his instructions well. "Please go get us some plates from the kitchen for our pizza. Don't forget to bring me a knife and fork."
I bring everything to the table. When Daddy finishes his slice, he cuts up a slice for me and feeds me one forkful at a time. "Good girl. Now, go clean up." He pats my bum when I stand. The plates are piled in the center of the table so I have to lean over pretty far to get them. My bare boobies brush against the table as I reach for the plates.
I wash the dishes and when I come back, the game has resumed. I sit down next to Daddy, with my breasts still hanging out for all the world to see. After a few more hands, Daddy announces that poker is finished for the evening and it is time to move to the living room. He has me pour everyone a liquor drink of their choice from his bar cart. Then he tells me to come sit on his lap. I do as I am told.
Daddy says, "Well, Babygirl, it's time for your bedtime spanking. You have been a very good girl tonight, and I am pleased. Tonight you did not earn a punishment, so we'll stick to just the hand, wooden spoon, and belt. You won't get the paddle. Please go to each of our guests, sit on his lap, and ask him to watch your Daddy turn your pretty bottom bright red for your bedtime spanking."
"Yes, Sir. Master Randy, may I please sit on your lap and ask you a question?"
"Yes, of course, Sweetie. Come here." As I sit on Randy's lap, he asks Daddy if it's okay to play with my exposed nipples, since they are out. Daddy nods so Randy's fingers rub my sensitive nipples over and over. Then he pinches them. "Hmmm. These feel really hard, Little Girl. I think someone is very turned on."
"Oh, yes, Sir. I am! Would you please watch Daddy give me my bedtime spanking? He's going to turn my little bottom bright red," I ask Randy.
"Yes, Babygirl, I would be delighted to watch him turn that tight little bottom of yours bright red." Randy smiles at me and pats my butt as I hop off his lap.
"Master Ryan, may I please sit on your lap and ask you a question?" I ask as sweetly as I can.
"Yes, Babygirl. And I have to say, I'm very jealous of the pizza man. I want to kiss those boobs as you ask me your question." Daddy nods consent to Ryan, who goes to town swirling his tongue on my boobies. It makes it tough to concentrate on asking my question.
"Sir, mmm, would you please, errrrmmm, please watch Daddy give me oohhhh my bedtime spanking and turn my bbbbbottom bbbbrrrright rrrrred?" I am half-moaning, half-speaking.
Ryan stops to answer, "Yes, Babygirl. Thanks for asking so sweetly." With that, he gives me a big kiss on the lips and then I get up.
"Master Timothy, may I please sit on your lap and ask you a question?" I ask Timothy.
"Only if you take that thong off first, Babygirl. You know the rules. No panties allowed when sitting on my lap." Daddy nods, so I slowly lower my thong all the way down my legs and step out of it before sitting in his lap. He slides his hand under my dress and easily slips a finger in and out of my soaking pussy.
I try to ask my question, "Sir, would you pppppllleasssse mmm oh oh OH!" I can't help but cum as he rubs my clit and fingers me. I have been very excited by all the teasing all night and I am on the edge by the time I sit in Timothy's lap. I know I am in trouble now though. "Uh oh!" I whimper.
"She just gushed all over my hand," Timothy confirms what everyone already suspected.
Daddy roars, "Babygirl, did you just cum without permission?!" He is angry now because I just broke our number one rule.