I walk into the room, Krystal is wearing the pink dress I layed out. She looks ravishing with her brunette hair down, and some cleavage showing from her 44D breasts. Her figure has just enough curves to keep you warm at night but keep that dress looking perfect on her. She has an ass that makes you want to smack it, hard. She may be 22, but looks younger and acts older. "Who am I, baby girl?"
"You're my daddy," Krystal says. I look her over and smile. Knowing she's nervous by the goosebumps on her arms.
When we arrive at the dinner for my job, I kiss her and caress her boobs through her dress. "Later you are mine, baby girl!"
At the dinner, when prompted how Krystal knows me, she responds, "he's my dad" as I put my hand on her leg move it up her thigh. I slowly go to her pussy and finger her. She squirms and I quit. Licking my finger as I wink at her.
Near the end of the night I get an award. Soon after we both leave and head to my place. In the car I tell Krystal to lift her dress, and I finger her pussy again seeing how wet she is. I smile, "good girl, when we get home undress and silently wait for me on the bed."
Krystal undresses and gets on the bed. Getting wetter with each passing minute. When I walk in I get the vibrator out putting it in her soaked pussy grinning, "no cumming until I tell you to!" Krystal moans and I tell her in a stern voice "no!"
"Please daddy! I need to cum! I'm so close!" Krystal begs as I look at her with a grin.