A Night Out with Daddy Ch. 01

I walked in to our little apartment, feeling tired from a long day of classes. It was my last semester at the university and my schedule was packed tight. I was prepared for a long night alone, because I had thought you would be out late at a work function.

Then I saw a note, written hastily in your left handed scrawl, taped to the bedroom door. Seeing your hand writing made my heart lift, thinking you had left me a little sweet love note.

Baby,

Daddy needs a favor. I want to show you off at this work thing tonight. I know it will be a bore but I bought you a pretty new dress and I promise we will have lots of fun later. So make yourself look like Daddy's princess. I will be home around 7.

xxx

I eagerly opened the box to see a beautiful strapless cocktail dress. It was satin and a deep wine color that looked so lovely against my skin. It tickled me how well you knew what your baby doll liked and I couldn't help but get excited. I readied myself for a different type of evening with you; nervous because I had never met anyone from your work before and I wasn't sure what to expect.

After a long, soothing shower, full of all of the little preparations a girl must do to please her Daddy, I wrapped myself in a towel and began the process of turning into your princess. I thought I shouldn't wear make-up quite as heavily as you usually prefer and that I might try to look just a wee bit sweeter and more modest than one of our typical nights out.

I pulled my honey colored hair to the side and curled it into big sumptuous waves. I painted my lips a deep berry color that matched the dress and except for a thick layer of mascara, I decided to let my eyes shine for themselves this evening.

But of course, underneath the pretty dress, I would be Daddy's secret little whore. I searched through my lingerie and found a lovely, strapless black lace balconette bra with a tiny burgundy bow right in the middle; it displayed my big tits so alluringly, I couldn't help but cup them and admire myself in the mirror for a bit. Then I found a pair of matching panties, with a little ribbon on each hip. I slipped a frilly burgundy garter belt over my hips and pulled my black thigh high stockings up, clipping them to the garters. I faced away from the mirror and looked back over my shoulder, the sight would surely please you Daddy. The way the silky g-string slipped between my asscheeks and the frilly garters framed them so sweetly had an almost wholesome, appeal, like a vintage pin up girl, who just hinted at her naughtiness with a sparkling eye. I bit my lip, imagining you kneeling behind me, loving my pretty ass, kissing it, licking it.

Taking a deep breath I shook myself out of my little fantasy and poured myself into the dress. Oh, Daddy it was so exquisite but I worried it might be a tad sexier than you had anticipated for an evening out with your work colleagues. I have always had a way of making even the most innocent outfit look provocative. My breasts flowed over the top of the straight neckline, untamable and the hem of the skirt stopped dangerously close to the top of my stockings. But Daddy your taste is just so superb, it was a stunning choice. I finished off the outfit with some pretty sparkly jewelry.

Just as I dabbed perfume behind my ear and slid into my strappy black stilettos, I heard your keys rustling and you coming through the door.

"Baby, I'm home, you almost ready?"

I don't know why, but the sound of your voice made me so nervous, my tummy flipped a little.

"Coming Daddy!"

I took a deep breath and walked into the living room where you stood with a rented tux over your shoulder, looking through some mail.

The clicking of my heels on the hardwood floor got your attention and you looked up. A broad satisfied smile spread across your lips as you dropped the mail and laid the tux down over a chair.

"Baby...Oh honey, you look perfect. Come here."

"It's not too short? Too low cut? Do I look too slutty for the people at your work?"

"No baby, you look amazing. I know every curve of your body and I knew exactly what I was doing when I picked that dress. Now, do as I say and come to your Daddy."

I blushed and walked into your open arms. You slid your tongue across my lips and gripped me to you tightly. I touched your cheek and slowly, reluctantly pulled away from your kiss.

"What's going to happen tonight? Can I call you Daddy?"

"Of course, sweet heart, I'm always your Daddy."

A sober realization washed over me; I wouldn't be able to touch you or kiss you or show you any affection whatsoever. Tonight I would be your daughter not your lover.

You kissed my forehead reassuringly.

"It will be okay darling. We won't be there long. I just need to make my presence known with the bosses, show you off a bit and then we are going to have so much fun I promise. We are meeting up with a colleague of mine, who shares our interests. He will be bringing his little girl along as well. She is your age, about 22 I think and that way you will have some company while Daddy schmoozes. Once every one of those assholes I work with is lusting after you and wondering how I have the self-control not to fuck you, the four of us will make our departure to the room we have reserved in the hotel where the event is taking place. Then the night will truly begin."

The way your voice trailed as you dipped your mouth to my ear, your tongue pressing against my earlobe, made me shiver in anticipation. Your hand snuck up the hem of my dress and you lightly fingered my lacy panties. I slapped your hand away playfully and planted a big kiss on your neck.

"We don't have time for that! Now go get ready Daddy!"

About 20 minutes later you emerged looking dashing in your tux. You were freshly shaven and your hair was combed in a way that highlighted the sexy silvering of your temples and sideburns.

"Oh, Daddy, you look so handsome!"

This time it was me who was sidetracked and wanted just a little bit of you before we left. I wrapped my arms around your waist and pulled your hips against me, biting my bottom lip. The intoxicating smell of your aftershave and the way your eyes sparkled made me long to have you. I fiddled with the lapels of the jacket absently, and then ran my hands up your chest and across your broad shoulders. My voice quaked a bit as I pushed my lips against your neck.

"God, you look so amazing Daddy, I just want to fuck you... I can't wait to feel you inside of me..."

You smiled at your horny little baby and kissed me softly. It felt so good to be lusted after, to be admired, to be the object of my desire, didn't it Daddy?

"How am I going to keep my hands off of you tonight, my gorgeous Daddy?"

You brought my hand to your lips and kissed it softly.

"A little discipline my darling. A little discipline."

I smiled at you mischievously.

"Are you gonna discipline me Daddy? Do you wanna discipline your bad, bad babyfuck just a little before we go? Please, Daddy. I might be a naughty little one if you don't teach me a lesson before we leave."

I pressed against you lustily, begging you to spank me just a little. You shook your head, smiling.

"Oh my pretty slut, you better stop before Daddy starts getting hard. Our car is going to be here in 10 minutes."

I pouted playfully; you kissed my forehead.

"If we wait baby, it will be that much more exquisite. The anticipation, the aching need, the all-consuming desire, will build and build all night long until finally we just can't take it anymore and we crash into each other's arms and fuck good and hard...And Daddy will spank that hot, needy cunt for you... until you just melt. So be a good girl and I promise at the end of the night, I will give you everything you need. Okay, my sweet, honeyed little fuckbaby? "

I was rapt by your words and staring at you in an almost trance, I nodded dumbly. Your voice made me feel so dizzy that I wasn't even sure to what I was agreeing,

We sat side by side in the town car. I pressed too closely against your shoulder, my hand sliding up and down your leg dreamily. You put your hand over mine and steadied it.

"Stop, baby. Be a good girl."

You lifted my chin and kissed me softly.

"You can be a good girl for Daddy, can't you?"

I moved away from you, realizing I would have to completely abstain from touching you if I was going to make it through the night. You smiled at me sympathetically.

We walked into the hotel's beautifully glittering reception hall, full of tables of people from your company, all decked out in their finest, talking over a nice meal, enjoying their special evening. You scanned the large room looking for your coworker, when you spotted him you took my arm in yours and led me to his table. You reached out your hand to him gregariously and he stood to greet us.

"Hey Dave, I'd like to introduce you to my daughter. My babyone."

I smiled shyly and reached my hand out to take his. He looked me up and down, letting out a soft sigh of approval as he brought my hand against his lips and lightly pressed his tongue between my middle and pointer fingers suggestively. Almost instantly, I began to tingle deep inside. He cleared his throat as he straightened up.

"My God, man. I had no idea she would be this lovely." He gushed appreciatively.

He was a very handsome man, though much slighter than you, thin and not very tall, standing only a few inches above me. I typically prefer someone tall and substantial, like you Daddy, to hold onto, but there was an elegance to his features that intrigued me. He looked to be in his late 50s, his salt and pepper hair was straight and short, his facial hair was silvering; he kept it neat and trimmed. I was perhaps most captivated by his icy blue eyes that squinted at me so charmingly.

"You are a very beautiful girl aren't you my sweet? I bet you please your Daddy so much don't you precious?"

I looked to you for your approval and you nodded benevolently.

"Yes, Sir; I try very hard to please my Daddy. I love him so much."

Dave looked at you, enviously, from the side of his eyes.

"God, you're lucky man. She is so compliant..."

You grinned and looked into the crowd of people milling about.

"Where is your girl?"

We both followed his eyes to a tiny brunette a couple of feet away from us; she was flirting shamelessly with a waiter, pressing against him, laughing loudly. As I do with every woman we meet, especially if there is a chance we will be spending time together, I tried to assess her from your perspective. She was definitely beautiful; small and petite with long dark hair in loose, wild waves. Even from a distance I could see she had her father's blue eyes. Her breasts were big and perfectly round, clearly fake, but still appealing in their own way. She wore an electric blue tube dress that accentuated her tiny waist and big round ass. Her dress was so short that it barely covered her ass cheeks and it was cut so low that it covered only about a third of her tits, revealing almost all of her black lace bra. I admired her spikey black heels with leather straps that wrapped all the way up her calves. This girl was obviously a tramp. A slut. A dirty, nasty little girl who liked to fuck and be very, very bad. In other words, just our type.

I looked at you as you took her in, wondering what you were thinking. I could see from the far away dreaminess in your eyes that you were excited by her trashy appearance, brazen flaunting of her tight little body and obvious naughtiness. I liked seeing you so taken with this cheap little slut. My confidence had grown and I was learning not to feel so jealous when you longed for another girl. I understand just how complicated you are Daddy and that one type of little girl could never be enough for you, but I also know deep in my heart that I am your preferred one. I am yours in a way no other girl ever will be and that gives me great comfort in these little moments Daddy.

Her father beckoned for her with the curl of his finger. She rolled her eyes at him, smacking her lips as she pulled away from her conquest and stomped towards us, pouting. But as soon as she noticed you, her whole demeanor changed, gone was the sulking naughty girl reluctant to leave the young waiter, replaced with a single-minded huntress, drawn to you magnetically. She exaggerated the sway of her hips and stalked toward you, stopping just inches from your chest. She couldn't have been more than 5'2" and she looked up at you in awe, as you stood well over six feet. The contrast was actually quite striking and I couldn't help but wonder what the two of you would look like fucking. I wondered what position you would take her in and thought you could hold her rather effortlessly. I imagined her in your arms, her legs wrapped tightly around your waist, hers arms draped over your shoulders, as you gripped her ass and bounced her tiny body up and down on your big Daddy cock. I drifted away for a few minutes, lost in my dirty thoughts until Dave placed his hand on the small of my back and pulled me back to the moment.

"This is my daughter, Alexis. Alexis, this is Emily and her Daddy."

Without taking her eyes off of you, she snapped her gum.

"You can call me Lexi."

You smiled politely.

"Nice to me you Lexi."

As it is with any girl you speak to, it was clear that the sound of your deep, smooth voice rocked her to the core. Hearing her name, spoken with such easy sensuality was so exciting to her; I immediately recognized that she was under your spell.

"Oh my God. Let's get out of here now. My Daddy said I could have anything I want in the whole world and I want you. You can come with me to my Daddy's car and I will let you touch me anywhere you want. I am starting to get so wet already. Don't you want to touch me? Feel between my legs. See how my dripping pussy is making these panties so wet. Maybe I will even suck that big cock for you. Would you like that, huh? Tell me."

You were amazingly cool, exuding that easy aloofness of yours that drives me crazy. It pleased me that you weren't doting on her the way that Dave was doting on me. Of course, I knew you wanted her, but you were making her work for it a bit, something she clearly never had to do with her own Daddy.

"You are a naughty, needy little slutgirl aren't you?"

You whispered through tight lips, not wanting to draw attention from passers-by. You continued sternly, more confident now that the music and bustling of the group would cover up your voice.

"We'll leave when I am ready. Do you understand me? We'll have plenty of time to learn all about your nasty, filthy ways later, you bad, bad, little girl. Until then, behave yourself"

I heard just the slightest waiver in your voice; your dick was beginning to stir and I knew that if she had pushed just a little harder, she could have had you right then. But that was a secret that only you and your precious little slut tease knew.

Dave looked at you, admiring the way you put Lexi in her place, then returned his longing gaze back to me. I felt a slight bit of pity and shame for him, the way that Lexi threw herself at you so aggressively, as if he weren't there. This was something I could never dream of doing unless, of course, you had explicitly asked me to do so, which you had done many times. But even in those times when I seduced another man in front of you, I was concentrating on pleasing you, not my target, he was merely a toy in our little game and his pleasure was always secondary to yours.

Placing my hand on his shoulder, I leaned in and whispered breathily in his ear.

"I am only being so subtle David, because my Daddy asked me to be a good girl. I promise that as soon as we are behind closed doors and my Daddy gives me permission, I will be naughty for you both in ways she couldn't even begin to imagine."

He inhaled deeply, relishing the way my warm breath traveled down his neck and taking in the sweet scent of my citrus shampoo.

The two of you left Lexi and me alone to sit at our table while you mingled about the large room, making your presence known. I watched you lovingly, admiring the way you held the attention of everyone you spoke to, somehow making them feel like whatever banality they were telling you about mattered to you. You laughed heartily and looked to be at such ease. You were getting sexier and sexier as the evening moved on. And every once in a while, you looked back at me and our eyes locked in a way that felt so intimate that I would momentarily forget that we were in a room full of people who couldn't know our secret.

Lexi prattled on and on about so many things I was uninterested in. She showed me all of the expensive jewelry her Daddy had bought for her and asked me what you had bought for me. I looked at her quizzically, unsure why she was asking me these things.

"I mean what does he buy you so you will let him fuck you? My Daddy bought me this tennis bracelet to come to this thing with him tonight. He said that after we play tonight, and if I let your Daddy do what he wants to me, he is going to buy me the matching necklace. So what is your Daddy giving you?"

"He takes very good care of me but I would never dream of asking him for presents to let him have me. I am his to be had."

Lexi rolled her eyes at me and shook her head claiming that I had no idea what I was missing. The reality was that she had no idea what she was missing. She took her sweet, sweet Daddy for granted while I held you, my firm, yet caring Daddy in the highest esteem. At that moment all I wanted to do was kiss this stupid little girl so she would stop talking. I concentrated on the way her glossy lips moved up and down instead of the words she so carelessly uttered. I couldn't wait until we were both naked, our tongues deep in each other's mouths, hoping she might finally shut up. Leaning into her and placing one hand on her thigh, I used the other hand to push her hair behind her ear in the way that only young girls can do without drawing suspicious attention.

"You are so beautiful Lexi. You should talk less, be a little more mysterious and alluring. You should make them wonder what is going on behind those big blue eyes. You can do that, can't you pretty girl?"

Her mouth hung open a bit and she leaned in closer to me.

"Oh, kiss me, please?"

I leaned away from her, sitting back in my chair. Assessing her coldly, I took a lesson from you, my cool, teasing, Daddy and spurned her advancement.

"Stop acting like such a shameless little cunt. There will be plenty of time for these little fuck games later. Your Daddy needs you to conduct yourself like a lady right now." I hissed severely.

She looked down at her plate regretfully and muttered an apology. It was thrilling to me to see this wild little girl broken, even if just slightly. My mind started racing with images of you and me disciplining her, teaching her, showing her, breaking her for her Daddy. He seemed so sweet; he deserved a more adoring, willing little fuckgirl. We had never worked in tandem to tame a wild, nasty little bad girl before Daddy and the possibilities electrified me.

Sooner than I thought you'd be, you were at my side, guiding me from the seat by my elbow and pushing a cocktail into my hand. I resisted my need to take you in lustfully with my big doe-eyes and instead averted my attention to the drink in my hand. You leaned toward me and wrapped your arm around my shoulders chastely.

"I want to introduce to some people I work with and of course my boss; then we'll be off. Okay babydoll?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Hearing you call me 'babydoll' made it very difficult to suppress my feverish urge to touch you and kiss you. I was almost relieved when you dropped your arm from my shoulder because the heat of your touch was making me feel all wobbly and weak. You make it so hard to be good Daddy.