How do the older man and the young lady in this story know each other? Are they role playing or...? That is left to the reader's imagination.
When the man checked in at the front desk, the woman on duty assumed that he was the father of the young lady beside him. She smiled because they were such a sweet pair. He looked distinguished and she was pretty and vivacious. When the man asked for one room with a queen bed, she realized that he must be out visiting his daughter at college. It was so cute the way the young lady took his arm as they went over to the elevators.
After they got up in the room, the man and the girl looked at each other in silence for a moment. Then the man said, "Okay, we said we'd review the rules at the beginning. I'll tell you how to pose and take pictures of you. We can say anything we want to each other. We can touch ourselves. But no kissing on the lips and no fucking."
The girl just gulped and nodded.
The man continued, "We never really decided whether we could touch each other at all, though."
The girl shrugged. "Can't we hug?"
The man smiled paternally. "Of course we can hug. But what about other touching, as long as it isn't kissing or fucking?"
The girl sounded impatient. "I don't know. Whatever. Let's just see how we feel."
The man's eyes narrowed as he said, "Don't get petulant with me, young lady."
She blushed. "Sorry."
"Sorry...who?"
She blushed even more as she said, "Sorry...Daddy."
He smirked as he said, "You're a whore for doing this, you know."
The girl looked weak in the knees as she answered, "I know."
He took out the camera and said, "Okay, first, get on your knees in front of me."
She looked up at him sweetly as he snapped pictures. Her face was fresh and beautiful. She was a natural redhead with lovely fair skin. From her face, she could easily pass as a much younger girl, but her tits were full and womanly. Her top was tasteful, but from this angle the man had a good view of her ample cleavage.
"Do I look pretty, Daddy?"
"You're gorgeous, Sweetpea. You always are."
"Good. I like to look pretty for my Daddy." She reached over and tenderly stroked one leg of his slacks. Her face was uncertain now, looking for reassurance.
The man nodded and said, "Yes, I think that's okay. You're just touching your Daddy's pant leg after all."
She hugged his legs, her face just inches from the bulge in his pants, and said, "Thank you, Daddy. You're so wonderful. You teach me so many things about life, and culture and science and...just everything."
He smiled. He enjoyed how much she admired him. "You know, Sweatpee, Mommy's not here."
"Yes, Daddy."
"So I think you can even touch me like this." With that, he took her petite right hand and put it on top of the bulge in his pants.
She instinctively started stroking it. "I like making my Daddy hard like this."
He moaned and ground his hips against her hand for a few moments, but then suddenly stopped and pulled her hand away.
"Did I do something wrong, Daddy?"
"No, but Daddy wants to take more pictures of you. Did you bring the lingerie?"
She got up happily, grabbed her bag, and disappeared into the bathroom. A few moments later, she came out wearing a black babydoll and matching high heels. The babydoll was semi see-through, so her large nipples were partially visible, as was the outline of her bare pussy. She bit her lip and said, "How do I look, Daddy?"
The man groaned, "Oh yes. That's good. Good girl."
He took a few pictures of her just standing up with her hip cocked, then lying on her side on the bed with her head on her hand. Finally, he looked her in the eyes and ordered, "Spread."
Trembling, she opened up her legs, making the babydoll slide back over her hips, so her pussy was fully visible.
"How come your pussy is all wet and open, Sweetpea?"
"I can't help it, Daddy. Showing you my pussy makes me so excited."
"Rub your creamy slut-pussy."
Her fingers slipped over her pussy lips, fingered her cunt and then gently rubbed her clit. Her hips began to twitch. She was so aroused that she forgot for a moment about the flash of the camera. But then she looked up to see the man taking pictures from various angles, trying to get the sexiest shot. She loved being watched. She loved being enjoyed. She loved being admired. And most of all she loved pleasing him.
"Do you want to touch yourself too, Daddy?" She licked her lips, excited by the thought of seeing him stroke his hard cock.
"Not yet. First I have a present for you." He reached into his bag and pulled out a vibrator. "I got this just for you, Sweetpea. Mommy hasn't used it."
She reached for it, but he gestured for her to stand up. Sitting down in a chair, he handed the vibrator to her and said, "Stand in front of me and fuck yourself with this."
It was an awkward pose. She had to squat slightly and hold up the edge of the babydoll with one hand while she used her other hand to slip the vibrator in and out of her hole. She felt the orgasm building up inside her, but then she heard the man say, "Don't you dare cum, young lady."
"Oh please, Daddy! I need to!"
"Filthy, disobedient whore! You'd better listen to your Daddy!"
"Yes sir," she whimpered.
"Look at me while you fuck yourself."
She obeyed, even though it was excruciatingly humiliating. But she noticed that her humiliation was making her even wetter.
Tell me what kind of a whore you are!"
"I'm a dirty, masturbating, exhibitionist slut!"
"And is it your fault that Daddy is so hard?"
"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry for making you so hard. Do you want to fuck me, Daddy?"
The man was rubbing himself through his pants now. "Yes. Fuck you, you filthy Daddy-fucker!"
"I want to touch you, Daddy. Don't you want to touch me?"
"Yes...it's so hard to hold back...but we mustn't...it would be so wrong..."
