She looked in the mirror and thought that she had hit the look she wanted. Tonight she was going to Atlantic City with work friends and wanted to have a good time. She had thought about this trip for quite a while and today she was ready for fun. The bus had an open bar and she started off with her first cocktail as they pulled out for the 75 minute trip.
Her red hair was nicely done as the red bangs framed her pretty face. Her lips had a nice shiny gloss. She loved the way the pencil shirt with the buttons in the back hugged her curves. The thin, light blouse was silky and smooth. It was obvious that she hadn't worn a bra. As she walked onto the bus and went back to her seat, the bus driver smiled as he checked out her ass in the rear view mirror. It was easy to tell that there wasn't a panty or thong line under that tight black skirt. Her black heeled boots fit the outfit and made the right impression. She felt good, looked sexy and so far she was getting some looks.
There was lots of laughter and loud noise as the trip went on and more drinks were poured. Everyone was in a festive mood. Lana and her co-workers had looked forward to this trip. She was looking to hear some great music in the casino night clubs and drink all night long. Most of the others were more interested in the gaming tables or slot machines than the music or booze. But that was okay with her. She was going to have fun. When they arrived at the casino, the driver told them he would meet them at 2am for the ride home.
The Taj Mahal was getting a bit old but still was big and gaudy and had a lot of action in the bars and clubs surrounding the gaming floor. Lana let the others wander off and she followed the sounds of the music to a bar just off the arcade section near the lobby. The group sounded good and the lead singer was a sexy woman who had a great voice. She sat down at the bar and ordered a Wild Turkey and Coke and sat there and enjoyed the moment. It was good to break loose and get away for a change and leave her husband home to take care of the child. Tonight she wasn't Mommy or a wife, she was a sexy young woman who looked good, She was here for the party.
Some people were up dancing and her mind wandered to Paul, who she called Daddy. He was a guy she had a long term online relationship with and he always seemed to know what she needed and how she wanted to be treated. He dominated her and called her vile names that seemed to ignite her needs. He was originally from New Jersey but had moved up north of Boston years ago. She had asked him often if he would please come down sometime and see her. She knew it was wrong and that a married woman shouldn't want to see another man, but she needed what he could provide her. He brought out the slut in her and she loved being his baby girl.
Just sitting there and thinking of him now was getting her wet. She felt her nipples getting aroused and hard as they rubbed against the silky blouse. She was on her second drink and thought how he had teased her that maybe he would come to Atlantic City and join her on her evening of freedom. But she knew it was too long a trip and he wouldn't come. The band was rocking now and the thud of the bass seemed to be pounding Lana directly between the legs. She hadn't been here an hour yet and she was horny and needy already. Looking down the bar she was trying to see if there were any men alone who she had an interest in. Most were with their wives or girlfriends or seemed like college guys just out to get drunk and gamble. She looked further down the bar and suddenly her eyes locked onto a man who was a bit older but quite attractive. Looking at him hit her in the stomach and she felt a flutter and tingle as their eyes met. He looked at her and mouthed the words, "Baby girl."
Lana's eyes went wide and suddenly she smiled. Getting up from her seat she walked down the bar to him. Suddenly her legs felt wobbly as she got closer to him. When she got to his spot he swiveled to face her and smiled.
"Baby girl, I came to see you," he told her as he reached up and gripped her red hair in his fist and pulled her lips down onto his. He could feel her passion immediately as their tongues were on each other and her mouth worked on his tongue like it was his cock. When the kiss broke she seemed stunned and dazed with their combined juices dripping from the side of her glossy lips.
"Oh Daddy, thank you for coming so far to see me," she said with her eyes looking directly into his. "I knew something special was going to happen here tonight."
When she said "Daddy," a couple of people around them seem to stare as if they were confused by the relationship. Daddy seemed amused by their interest.
Daddy got up and took her hand. He walked her out of the bar and into the carpeted corridor that surrounded the gaming floor. He led her to a metal door that was on the outside wall. They entered a deserted but well lighted staircase. The walls were gray painted cinder block and the floors and the stair landing was made entirely of concrete. Stairs went up on the left side and down on the right. She moved to him and lifted her arms to wrap around him. But Daddy had other ideas. He took the arms and turned her roughly and pushed her face first onto the cool gray concrete wall. His fingers were opening the buttons up the back of her pencil skirt until just one button was left below her waist. He pulled the skirt apart and saw that her ass was bare.
"What a dirty little slut you are," he told her as his hand reached between her legs from behind and his fingers ran up the full length of her exposed cunt. "No panties to protect this juicy cunt? I think you were hoping to get this cunt fucked hard tonight you trashy little whore," he said from behind her.
He then reached around and started to take her nipples in his fingers....first one then the other as his other hand fingered her soaking wet cunt.
"Oh, Daddy, please," she cried out as she started to grind her hips on his probing fingers; pumping her. But just as suddenly he stepped back from her and pulled his hands away. She moaned from the emptiness and her need for him to use her.
"First I need my baby girl on her knees with Daddy's cock down her throat," he told her as he unzipped and pulled out his fat dick. "You are my baby cock sucking slut aren't you?"
"Oh yes, Daddy, I need your cock in my mouth. I need to suck it." She dropped to her knees in front of him and took a hold of his big cock and began to pump it in front of her face. He reached down and opened her blouse and took her hard nipples in his fingers and pinched and pulled on them. After a few minutes of tit abuse he grabbed her red hair in his fist and pulled her roughly onto his hard cock.
"Blow me bitch," he growled down at her as he watched her talented mouth push forward and felt her tongue work his hard shaft.
He began to force more and more cock into her face and felt it push into the tightness of her throat. His grip on her hair held her in place as oxygen became short in supply. She ignored her lack of air and accepted as much into her constricted throat as she could. He kept forcing his cock deeper and all her air was cut off. She moved her tongue on his cock even as she was feeling light-headed from the lack of air. Her pink glossy lips held tight to his shaft and suddenly he pulled back on her hair and popped his cock out of her throat. Lana gasped and sucked in a big amount of oxygen just as he moved his hips and slammed his cock again all the way in her mouth.
"You like daddy face fucking his baby girl, don't you," he asked as he kept hammering in and out of her mouth. She looked up and nodded her head and knew that this is where she wanted to be. This is how she needed to be treated. She was able to capture small gasps of air between hard strokes as his hand directed her face back and forth onto him.
Then he suddenly stopped and pulled away from her. She looked up at him and felt so empty. She needed him so much.
"Please Daddy," she begged as the combined juices in her mouth dripped out onto her bare breasts and stained her thin blouse.
