We’d never gotten to fuck anywhere other than the back of his car, but this time daddy had bought us a hotel room. The thought of letting him use my body for hours made my heart skip a beat.
Eagerly awaiting him to pick me up, I began scanning my wardrobe. I had to find the perfect outfit, one he hadn’t seen before. Eventually I landed on a maroon top I hardly wore due to its transparent nature. It was perfect. I slipped on my favorite black thong, short shorts, the see through shirt and a bra of matching color.
I did my makeup the way I knew daddy liked it, subtle so you could hardly notice it was there. Daddy liked what he called my “casual sexuality.” He loved all the subtle ways an eighteen year old girl could turn on a forty year old man. I didn’t really understand this. I was always trying so hard to please daddy. I always wanted to look pretty and be charming and sensual to catch his attention. But he seemed attracted to me in spite rather than because of my desperate efforts for his attention.
I inspected my self in the mirror. I was self conscious about my body but daddy seemed to love it. I had soft perky b cup tits with wider hips. Daddy loved to grab my “perfectly little teenage tits.” I daydreamed and awaited his arrival anxiously.
When his car pulled up into my driveway I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I’d told my mom my friend’s dad was picking me up so my friend and I could have a movie marathon. I took a deep breath and climbed into his car.
“Hi baby girl,” daddy smiled at me. I found it difficult to even meet his gaze, which was a shame because daddy was so handsome. He had the most charming smile, sharp blue eyes, and a short yet full beard I loved to play with when he kissed me. I don’t remember what we talked about in the car. But I remember being nervous and giggling and staring at the floor. Daddy put his hand on my thigh. My body reacted immediately as goosebumps appeared all over my legs. Daddy smiled pleased at the reaction he could get from me.
He had already checked us in at the hotel, so when we got there I followed him up to the room, hoping not to run into anyone who’d mistake me for a prostitute. When we got to the room, I immediately took off my shoes and sat on the bed. Daddy smiled at me. I met his gaze briefly. There was hunger in his eyes. Daddy made his way to the bed and sat down behind me.
He embraced me in his arms. I tilted my neck, leaving it more exposed.
“What a good girl you are for daddy” he whispered in my ear. His breathing got faster as his hands began exploring my body. He kissed my neck and I let my hands gently scratch his beard. I let the pace of my breath match his as grabbed my tits in his hands. He turned me to face him and we kissed passionately.
I could tell by the way he gripped me how desperately he desired more. “Get on your knees for daddy,” he instructed me. I promptly obeyed.
“Good girl” He said, placing his hand on my ass. He began rubbing the thin material of my shorts his hand reaching down as he rubbed over my clit. There was a sharp smacking noise and I gasped as his hand hit my ass.
He began to turn my body around with his hands and started pulling my shirt off. I took of my bra and we both stripped off all of our clothes.
He started kissing me again and pushed me up to the front of the bed pressing my legs up by my head. He used his fingers to find just how wet he’d made me. “Baby girl likes that doesn’t she?” He teased. He pressed his cock against me and rubbed it over my clit. “Do you want it baby girl?” He smiled down at me. “Daddy wants you to beg for it”
“Please daddy, daddy please!” I whimpered desperate to feel him inside me. He obliged pressing his cock deep in my pussy as I groaned feeling him fill me. Soon he began thrusting rapidly making me moan as his cock pressed into me deep over and over.
“Ahhh fuck you’re gonna make daddy cum” Daddy groaned as he finished inside me. Continuing to thrust as he started to slow down. He kissed me still hard, still inside me, ready to fuck me some more.