"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.
"Turn around, my little pornstar," she commanded, and I pirouretted around to rub my ass against the big silicone cock I felt through her boxers. "Grind it, baby," she ordered, and I began to circle and grind my ass against her. She pushed back, pulling my hips toward her with her hands. "I want these off," she said, popping the elastic on my wet panties. "Is your pussy hot, princess?"
"Oh yes, Daddy, just for you," I breathed. No one can make me hot like my Daddy. She is my heart, my life, and my lover. I want a tattoo over my mound - Daddy's Pussy. She owns me.
"Touch my hard cock," she commands, and I slide my hand into the slit in her boxers, pulling out the biggest, thickest, most beautiful cock I've ever seen. I take it in both hands, stroking its length, admiring it, raising its head to my lips. It's too big to take in my mouth, but I kiss the round head, flick my tongue down the shaft.
"You're gonna take this, baby," she growled, pushing me back onto the coffee table. I lay back and spread my legs wide in the air, like a vee. I'm flexible for a big girl and like to show off for my Daddy. She took her big cock in her hand and started rubbing the head of it against my wet little clit, making me moan with happiness. She took that cock and rubbed the head up and down against my clit, my slit, and my ass, again and again, making me beg her for it.
"Oh fuck me, please fuck me," I pleaded.
"How much do you want it?" she demanded.
