"Here, princess, take this," said Daddy, pushing a crisp bill into my hand. I spun around and chose a particularly festive-looking slot machine - one that spun little pictures of diamond rings and pinups. I wiggled up into the chair and Daddy sat down beside me, running her hands up my thigh and resting one across the back of my chair. "Push it, baby" she growled.
"Buy me a drink, willya?" I laughed, and she caught the waitress's eye, motioning for another round. I pushed the bet button and the jewels and titties flew past my eyes, lining up to give us $50. I paused to pull out a cigarette and Daddy whipped out a lighter to light it for me. The wheels spun and spun and we cheered on every small victory. I kept stealing little looks at my girl, the neon reflecting in her turquoise eyes. She was so hot with her dark spiky hair and perfectly pressed shirt. She wore heavy construction boots with her low slung jeans and I knew she'd worn them just for me. I'd dressed for her, too - a little black dress covered my curves, showing just enough cleavage to be sexy but not so much it would make Daddy jealous with other people seeing what was hers alone. We played and played until we had a nice little sum, double drinks in one hand, cigarettes in the other, laughing and cheering on the machine.
"Cash out, princess, I'm taking you upstairs," said Daddy, brushing her hand against my nipple, making it spring to attention.
Even though it was far past midnight, the casino was lit up like noon and packed with people. Daddy put her hand on the small of my back and guided me through the crowd toward the escalator. I was so proud to be hers, so proud that she was mine. As we made the long trek across the skyway to the hotel I got hotter and hotter, thinking of how I would please my girl once we got back to the room.
The room was a lovely suite with a living room and a ridiculously big bed. Beautiful watercolors of the mountains outside hung on the papered walls. Daddy pulled a baggie out of the wardrobe and sat down on the couch to roll a joint. I excused myself to the bedroom to wriggle out of my dress to show the baby pink corset underneath. Even thought it made breathing a bit of a chore, I loved the way the satin and lacing pulled in my curvy belly and pushed my titties up up up. I spritzed on a little more perfume in my blond curls and fixed my red lipstick, slipped on my five inch pink satin platform heels. I batted my eyes in the gold-framed mirror and pouted my lips in silent approval of my appearance.
Meanwhile Daddy had gotten comfortable in her boxers and rolled two neat joints. She was waiting for me in the low-lit living room.
"Fire up," she said, looking me up and down. I curled up next to her, rubbing my titties against her arm as I got comfortable and lit up. Daddy leaned across me to get the remote and put on some music - old R&B - love music, she called it.. We passed the joint back and forth and let the music and the smoke swirl through the room.
"You look beautiful, princess," my Daddy whispered, cupping my face in her hand. She leaned in close and pressed her mouth against mine, running her tongue against my lips. The second kiss was deeper, more urgent, as she parted my lips and pressed herself against me. Her lips traveled down my neck, kissing and licking my throat, suddenly giving me a hard little sucking bite that made me gasp. "That will leave a mark," I thought with satisfaction. I loved to be marked as hers.
Her hands with their perfectly manicured short nails found my breasts and started teasing my hard nipples, gently at first, then with little pinches and twists. I moaned and felt my pussy begin to gush.
"Daddy," I said breathlessly, "I love you."
"I love you too, princess," she murmured. "Now get your ass off that couch." I slid off the couch and stood as directed.
