Dinner a Party [ddlg]

“Do I look ok daddy?” I smoothed the skirt of my blue -line dress and adjusted the off-the-shoulder sleeves. Daddy had told me a million times before we left the house that I looked fine, but I just had to make sure.

“Yes baby, you look just like a princess,” daddy said with certainty as we walked up the stoop of the house’s ornate front door. Daddy knocked three times, and we waited patiently for someone to come answer. I took a deep breath and mentally prepared for a whole night of acting like a big girl. Daddy’s boss invited us to a fancy dinner party to celebrate his promotion at work, so I had to act good.

“Russel!” Daddy’s boss answered the door, his voice booming as he grasped daddy’s hand for a firm shake and a hearty pat on the back. He stepped aside, inviting us in, and I walked through the threshold of what could only be described as a mansion. “And you must be Miss Zoe,” Daddy’s boss held out his hand to me too and shook it more daintily. Not knowing what to say, I just smiled shyly and laughed awkwardly.

“Welcome!” Daddy’s boss continued as he led us through the foyer and into the kitchen, where several more of daddy’s colleagues stood around mingling. “Feel free to make yourselves at home, I’m just running out to grab some more wine, seems like I didn’t get enough on the first round,” he chuckled before walking away, throwing us into the throng of business casual attire.

“Don’t be so nervous,” daddy said to me gently under his breath, squeezing my hand as he approached another tall man in a sports coat and slacks. They began talking, something about their job, but I just stood quietly behind daddy, covertly checking daddy out. He looked so sexy all dressed up, certainly the most attractive man here. I was just starting to zone out, thinking of all the things I wanted him to do to me, when his mention of my name snapped me out of my daydream.

“-my girlfriend Zoe.” I heard the last part of daddy’s sentence as he pushed me forward by the small of my back. Looking up and smiling, I brushed my neat, curling-ironed hair out of my face, hoping that I wasn’t making things too awkward still.

“Oh, nice to meet you!” Daddy’s colleague shook my hand in that same way that daddy’s boss had. I guess they think that’s how you have to shake a woman’s hand. “I’m Todd, and this is my wife, Paige,” the man gestured to a woman who stood slightly behind him, clad in an elegant red silk cocktail dress. She nodded, acknowledging me, and then sipped from her flute of champagne with an upturned nose. She looked much more mature and regal than me in my baby blue party dress. I swallowed. “Nice to meet you guys,” I said in a voice that was smaller than I meant it to sound.

“We’ve heard so much about you from Rusel, it’s great to finally put a face to a name,” Todd spoke more to daddy than he did to me. Once again, I faded into the background. I tried to take my place slightly behind daddy again, but he held me right next to him, firmly by my waist, while he continued to mingle and I continued to meet different women clad in different cocktail dresses.

After I was sure I’d been introduced to every single suit and tie there and been ogled by their wives and girlfriends, I was starting to wonder when the dinner part of this “dinner party” was gonna come around. Though it was comforting to be pressed tight to daddy and led around by him, it was tiring to have to act surprised at every “Russel talks so much about you.” It was all becoming a little too much for me.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go find the bathroom,” I broke away from daddy’s grip and excused myself from the couple we were currently talking to. Away from the big kitchen and living area, I wandered the halls until I found a bathroom, whereupon I ran in and locked the door behind me.

Sighing deeply, I took a look around. The tub was the size of an indoor pool, and it had jets. The shower was bigger than some people’s walk in closets, and it had jets too! The counter tops were made of cool granite and the jack and jill sinks were up against a huge mirror, expertly lit with white makeup lights. If this was just the hallway water closet, I wondered what the master en-suite had to be like.

I hopped up so that I could sit on the counter, facing away from the door. My dress was a little too short, so I could feel the cold granite on my thighs when my asscheeks when I sat down, which made me shiver a little. Opening up my phone, I started playing my favorite cake baking game. Decorating the pretty cakes calmed down my anxiety a little, but I wished that I had brought some headphones to listen to music too. I didn’t want to hear the sounds of the “party” going on down the hall anymore.

Just as I was really starting to settle down, my back leaned against the mirror and my legs in criss cross applesauce, I began to ponder whether anyone would hear me of if anyone would care if I just went ahead and played my music out loud, when-

“-just gonna check and see if my girlfriend is ok! Yeah!” Daddy’s voice got louder as he came towards me, and his footsteps echoed down the marble hall. He sounded jovial, and a tad louder than necessary, likely the result of a few glasses of champagne he knocked back while I was away.

I heard two hard knocks on the door. “Zoe?”

Slowly, I got up and turned the lock. Peeping the door open a tiny crack, I looked up at daddy. “Yes?”

He chuckled. “Can I come in?” I opened the door for him all the way. He stepped into the huge bathroom and closed the door behind him once more.

Turning away from him, I walked back up to the edge of the counter to grab my phone. As I slipped it into my dress pocket, he still had yet to say anything to me. My tummy turned and I suddenly burst into tears. “Are you mad at me?” I managed to squeak out before hiding my face in my hands and choking on a sob.

“Baby, no” daddy hugged me from behind, wrapping his arms all the way around. He was so bi and warm, and I just melted into him, crying some more. He just held me there for a moment, my face still covered and my voice breaking while I tried not to make any loud noises. I figured the hallway would echo just like with daddy;s footsteps.

“Hey,” he said firmly, shaking me a little, after a few more minutes when I still had yet to stop crying. “I’m not mad at you. Why do you think that?”

“‘Cause,” my voice still sounded high and squeaky, “I’m awkward and I barely talked to your friends,” I sniffed audibly, “and just ran away and have been hiding in the bathroom.”

“Pssh,” daddy practically laughed, “they’re not my friends. I’m only here so I can keep my promotion. I wish I could’ve hid in the bathroom too.”

“And I wore the wrong dress. All the other girls- women- have long cocktail dresses and I just have-”

“Let me stop you right there,” daddy grabbed both my hands and took them off my eyes where I was covering them, forcing me to look at myself in the mirror. My mascara was running a little bit. “You’re the most beautiful person here. I’ve been trying not to stare at you all night. Anything else?”

“I just wanna go home and be little,” I said in a small voice, turning away from my reflection.

“Well, who says you have to go home?” Daddy’s hands went from wrapping around my whole body to snaking their way down my arms as he pulled them behind my back.

“What?” I made an “oof” noise as my waist slammed hard up against the edge of the counter.

“Shh,” daddy put his hand over my mouth, gently at first, but then when I started trying to talk again he squeezed tighter.

With the other hand, daddy pulled my arms the rest of the way behind my back and pressed down so that I was forced to bend over the granite counter. He pressed his body up against me so that he could let go with his hand and I heard the sound of his pants unzipping, then the sound of the door being locked once again. I felt a cool draft as my dress was lifted up over my ass.

“Oh, you know you want it babygirl, I’ve seen you looking me up and down all night,” with one hand still covering my mouth, he rubbed me through my white lace panties. My pussy was already a little wet, but he made me soak my panties as soon as he touched me.

“Whore,” he rubbed me harder, pressing down on my clit enough so that it hurt a little. I whined through his hand that covered my mouth, which earned me a slap on the ass, which I thought made just as much noise as me, but I stayed quiet and still, hoping that he’d just start fucking me if I acted like a good girl. I wanted daddy’s dick so bad. He was right, I’d been wanting it all night.

My panties still covering my pussy, daddy rubbed his dick in between my thighs, teasing me and only touching my clit through the cloth. I started to whine through his hand again, but he shoved two fingers down my throat which choked out any noise I could’ve hoped to make.

“I said to shut up, whore. You better be a good little girl or I won’t be touching that pussy at all,” he hooked one finger around the crotch of my panties and yanked down, ripping them and ruining all chances of me being able to bend over or sit down anywhere for the rest of the night. I tensed up, ready for it, but he just stroked my pussy lips with one finger, still teasing me. Then, just as I relaxed again, he put it in. I practically scratched the counter top with my nails to keep from screaming.

“Feel good?” Fingers still in my throat, he nodded my head yes for me, then laughed a little. He pounded me so hard, stopping a moment to adjust and make me arch my back a bit more, then when he started again, he was hitting my g spot every time. Still staying silent, more tears started to stream down my face.

Finally seeing that I was going to listen and be quiet now, he took his hand out of my mouth and instead used it to yank on my hair, which forced my neck to jerk back and my head to go up, but I didn’t scream or make any choking noises. I didn’t even cough.

“Open your eyes,” I kept them squinted shut, I had to. I felt an even harder yank on my hair and felt a few hairs be ripped from my scalp. “Open your eyes and look at yourself getting fucked.” Looking up, I saw myself in the mirror once more, mascara even more messed up. My mouth was open and my whole body jiggled every time daddy thrust into me. He was still hitting my g spot just right, and little drool started to run out of my open mouth. With my eyes opened wide like they were, I looked like a brainless fucktoy.

“Yeahh,” daddy said, as he started to go slower, but still hard. I put one leg up on the counter to spread my pussy more so he could go deeper. He gripped my asscheek, spreading me open with the hand that wasn’t holding onto my hair like reins. My legs started to shake. I didn’t think I could stand up much longer even if I was up against the counter. He was just hitting it too good.

“Tell daddy how much you like it,” he leaned down and whispered in my ear. I let go of the strain I was using to hold back my voice, but all that would come out was a pitiful whimpering noise. I felt hot, sticky cum run down my leg.

“Ww,” daddy kept fucking me and held me down as my knees buckled and I started to shake, riding out my orgasm. “That’s cute,” he shoved two fingers in my ass while he fucked me “but I meant for you to use your words.” I had to bite my lip so that I didn’t scream at my ass being stretched that quick. Daddy’s fingers are so big.

“I- love- it- daddy-” I felt the last of my cum run down my leg. “Please- fuck- me- like- your- little- toy-”

“Mhm,” he added a third finger and I squinted my eyes shut and screamed silently. “Now tell me what a dumb slut you are.”

“I’m a dumb slut-” I said obediently. “I’m made for daddy- To fuck me.”

Daddy grunted and I felt him release deep inside of me. “Good girl,” he said as he took his fingers out of my asshole and squeezed my asscheeks. He sort of laid down on top of me, tired, but not too sweaty that anyone would question him.

“Mm,” daddy grunted again and stood up, pushing off of me so that I fell flat on the counter again. He took a moment to collect himself. His hair was adorably messy and the collar of his shirt was upturned on one side, his tie crooked. Somehow, the slightly disheveled appearance made him even sexier. “Well now do you believe me that you’re the hottest one here?” Face still laid on the counter top and still bent over with my pussy out, I nodded in agreement.

“Here,” daddy said laughing, he helped me up and helped me smooth down my dress once more. I ran the water in the sink and washed the remainder of the mascara off of my face. I had butterflies in my tummy that we just did all that in his boss’s fancy mansion bathroom.

“You ready to go back? I’m pretty sure dinner’s almost ready to start,” daddy took me by one hand and rubbed my back with the other.

Just as we reached to unlock the door, we heard a voice that sounded like Todd echo from down the hall. “Russel? Zoe?”

Daddy and I just looked at each other and giggled, both like little kids.

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