(This follows on from Daddy's birthday surprise...)
I woke on the fold-out bed, it was a bright morning, Daddy and Claire were already up and showered, dressing...
'Morning princess...sleep well?'
'Mmm, yes thanks, where is Claire?'
'Just downstairs, we are going for breakfast, but you can take your time, the room is booked until 2pm'
'Okay, what are we doing on Tuesday?
'Well, Claire is away at a conference, so shall we just go for a birthday meal? That Italian place you like?'
I nodded, and gathered myself as he left.
Showering, I couldn't help but wander to the night before...had I really fucked my Daddy? The dull ache in my pussy confirmed it...my lips still felt tender and there were marks on my hips where he had grabbed me tightly as he pumped his seed into my willing pussy, such a fucking slut taking his Daddy cum up into me, thank fuck I was on birth control, because I would have let him creampie me anyway, the heat of the moment robbing reason from my mind...
I dressed and went downstairs, saying a brief goodbye to Claire and Daddy, my mind wandering to Tuesday evening. Would we talk about what had happened..? Might it happen again..? I shivered at the thought...
Dinner was lovely. I had showered, shaved (legs and pussy) and was wearing a barely there dress, just a tiny lace thong and a very filmy bralet underneath.
My tits were barely contained, Daddy doing his best not to stare, but I caught him a couple of times, my pussy tingling at the thrill of arousing him.
He was dressed very stylishly, it felt, oddly, like a proper date.
He ordered wine for me, held my chair out, talked about all sorts, college, work, general stuff. Daddy avoided mentioning the weekend, or Claire, this was just us together.