Note: This is a sequel to my story Baby Girl.
When Mom agreed to let Steve take Jessica to Vegas, it felt like a wet dream come true. Three days with Daddy in the vice capital of North America, with no one who knew them, no one who would report back to Mom, no one who would even care if they made out in the Strip in broad daylight.
Jessica packed all her sexiest clothes and wore a skimpy, strapless red dress with matching red heels for the flight. No bra, of course. Her pert breasts strained against the thin fabric of the dress, the nipples clearly visible. It came down mid-thigh — a pretty respectable length — but the slightest breeze would send it fluttering above her waist, revealing her lacy crimson panties.
Daddy gave an appreciative whistle when she came downstairs, valise in hand. She twirled, feeling pleased, giving him a glimpse of her sexy panties.
“You look hot, Baby Girl,” he said. “But you might get cold on the airplane. Carry that pretty white shawl of yours, okay?”
Daddy had taken her shopping last winter, just before her eighteenth birthday, and bought her a soft, lovely white shawl that felt both warm and sexy on her skin. But it was summer. Besides, she didn’t want to cover her creamy shoulders.
“Daddy, you can warm me if I get cold, right?” she wheedled.
“They’ll throw us off the plane if I start fucking you,” said Daddy drily. “Which I’m going to want to do every second you’re wearing that fuck-me-dress and those spank-me heels.”
Jessica giggled. That was exactly how she wanted Daddy to feel. They’d only had sex once, but it had been amazing. She was no longer a virgin. She wanted to shout it from the rooftops. I’m no longer a virgin.
Ever since that wonderful night, three days ago, Daddy had kept her at a distance. She couldn’t understand it at first. She’d knocked on his door every night, pleading to be held in his strong arms, kissed by his sinful mouth, and licked by his skillful tongue. He’d let her into his room, kissed her chastely on her cheeks, and let her snuggle up to him in bed.
But he had refused to give her any more than that. No sex, oral or otherwise. Not even any fingering of her cunt or licking of her nipples. Her breasts ached for his warm, wet mouth. Her pussy craved his male hardness, thrusting inside. Now that she knew what it felt like, she couldn’t think of anything else.
“But why, Daddy?” she’d asked, nearly weeping in frustration when he sent her back to her own bedroom last night, unfucked and unsatisfied.
He’d smiled and gently squeezed her breast, sending a shiver of desire through her. “I want to keep you hot for Vegas.”
Then she’d understood. Vegas would be like their honeymoon. Daddy wanted to save the best for their trip. He wanted her full of desire and anticipation, so that her release, when it finally came, would be all the sweeter for the waiting.
That didn’t mean she’d make it easy for him to keep his hands off her. In the car ride to the airport, she leaned over and unzipped his trousers, slipping her hand inside.
“Jesus, Jessica!” Daddy swerved to avoid an oncoming car.
“Look at the road, Daddy,” she murmured. “And let me take care of that for you.”
That was the massive erection tenting his underwear. He pushed his underwear down, and his cock sprang free, taut and glistening and oh so suckable. He pulled her head down on it.
“Go on then,” he said, his voice thick. “My slutty little Vegas Girl.”
Delighted, she bent to her work. Daddy hadn’t let her taste him for three long days. She licked the tip of his cock, teasing him, resisting her impulse to take all of him inside her at once. She slid her mouth up and down his shaft, then began to lick his balls. Daddy seemed to really like that, from the sound of his moans. He kept one hand on the wheel, the other on her head, guiding her. She spent some time licking his balls and the underside of his cock, then she slid her mouth up again and finally took his cock into her mouth.
Daddy gripped her head hard. “I’m gonna come soon, Baby Girl,” he gasped.
He must be really aroused by her dress, because he never came that quickly. But he couldn’t hold his orgasm back this time. His body jerked forward and went rigid, and she felt his hot cum shoot into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed, trying not to gag, and kept his cock firmly in her mouth until it had stopped twitching. Then she gave a few last sucks and licks to make sure she had swallowed all his semen and his cock was nice and clean.
She rose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Was that good, Daddy?”
He pulled her to him and kissed her lips. “That was so good, Baby Girl,” he said, releasing her. “You’ve become a pro at giving head. I could rent you out and men would queue all along the Strip for the pleasure of your mouth.”
His words gave her a stab of satisfaction. She was about to ask him to insert a finger inside her sopping cunt, but illegal bahis just then he took an exit for the airport. There was no time for Jessica to give herself an orgasm. They arrived shortly afterward, parked the car, and made their way inside. Her panties were soaking wet, and she was dying for her own sexual release. Perhaps she could rub herself to an orgasm real quick in the bathroom?
But Daddy said no, they were already late for their flight. They rushed through check-in and security, and boarded the plane. Daddy gave her the window seat and sat on the aisle seat next to her. She tried to rub her thighs against him, and he gave her a knowing smile.
“What’s the matter, Baby Girl?” he teased. “Can’t wait for Vegas?”
“It’s not fair, Daddy,” she whispered. “I need to come too.”
He squeezed her bare thigh. “Wait until we take off.”
What did he mean? What was he going to do? She closed her eyes and settled back, trying to control herself. But her pussy ached with need.
When they had reach cruising altitude, the seatbelt sign was switched off, and people relaxed. Jessica felt something cover her legs and opened her eyes. Daddy had pulled her white shawl off her shoulders and laid it across her thighs.
“I don’t need that,” she protested.
Daddy gave a wicked grin. “Trust me. You do.”
He leaned across her, as if looking out the window, and slipped his hand inside the shawl. When she realized what he intended, she nearly moaned aloud. She parted her legs to give him access, wishing she hadn’t worn panties.
But those lacy little panties posed no obstacle to Daddy’s questing hand. He pushed aside the thin fabric and thrust his index finger inside her wet cunt.
She made a sound in her throat, drowned by the airplane engines.
“Lovely view, isn’t it,” said Daddy conversationally, pushing his finger deep inside her. She arched her back and lifted her hips, needing more. He thrust a second finger in, and she bit down a scream.
Slowly, he finger-fucked her under the shawl, while his expression remained bland, as if they were strangers. “Do you think it will rain in Vegas tomorrow?” he asked. His fingers made a hook inside her, nearly pushing her over the edge. “I hope not. I’m looking forward to strolling down the Strip.”
Jessica groaned, unable to help herself.
The stewardess rolled by with the drinks cart and asked if they wanted anything. Daddy turned around without removing his fingers from Jessica’s cunt and bought two bottles of beer, managing it all with just one hand. The stewardess threw Jessica a puzzled look, and Jessica gave her a strained smile in response. Just fucking go, she thought furiously, so I can fucking come.
At last, the stewardess rolled her cart away. Daddy whispered in Jessica’s ear, “You’re getting fucked so hard tonight, Baby Girl, you’re gonna scream and beg for mercy.”
That was enough to set her off. Jessica clamped her lips as she came, trying not to buck too hard and too obviously. It was the most delicious and frustrating orgasm she’d ever had.
Afterward, Daddy sucked his fingers and said, “Mmmm, delicious”, which made her blush. Then he opened the beer bottles.
“To my Vegas Girl,” he said, raising his bottle in salute.
“To the sexiest Daddy in the world,” she responded, raising her own.
They both drank, but Jessica had no head for drink. Even a single bottle was enough to make her woozy, and she fell asleep. When they touched down in Vegas, she woke with a start to find that Daddy had somehow removed her panties. She was wet and sticky between her legs in a way that made her want to open them and beg Daddy to fuck her then and there. But she kept her legs decorously closed and followed Daddy obediently out of the plane and down into the waiting bus. They sat down, squeezing together in a space meant for one. A man opposite them stared at her, and she realized her dress had ridden all the way to the top of her thighs, revealing her naked mound. She smoothed her dress down, flushing.
Daddy bent his face to hers, his words a hot breath in her ear. “Every man in this bus wants to fuck you. How does that make you feel?”
She licked her lips, not daring to meet his eyes. In truth, it turned her on. Hard. “I’m only yours, Daddy,” she murmured.
“Good girl.” He pulled her into a rough kiss in front of everyone, surprising her. As his tongue thrust into her mouth, and his hand slid up her thigh, she turned her head sideways so she could see the man who had been ogling her.
He was watching them, his expression a mixture of disgust, desire, and envy. Her eyes traveled down, and her heart soared when she saw the thick bulge in his trousers. Nor was he the only one watching her like that.
Triumph flooded her. Daddy was right. All the straight men in this bus wanted to fuck her so bad it was turning their insides liquid right now. They were staring at her with avid desire, at Daddy with bitter casino siteleri envy. Because they knew they couldn’t have her. She belonged to Daddy Steve.
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Daddy’s conference was in a huge, fancy hotel on the Strip called Caesars Palace. Jessica stared wide-eyed at the marble statues in the opulent lobby and the lavish Roman paintings on the walls and floors. It was like a combination of stepping back in time and stepping forward into the future. A smiling, smartly-dressed clerk checked them in.
“First time in Vegas?” she inquired.
“First time for my fiancée,” said Daddy smoothly. “I’m looking forward to showing her a good time.”
Jessica blushed, delighted that he was passing her off as his fiancée. The clerk’s smile widened as she took in Jessica’s strapless red dress and high heels. “You’ll love it here,” she told Jessica. “You’ll fit right in.” She handed them their room keys. “Have a wonderful time, lovebirds.”
“Oh, we plan to,” said Daddy, giving her a meaningful wink. The woman flushed and her mouth parted a little, as if she wanted Daddy to kiss it.
“She has the hots for you, Daddy,” said Jessica as they walked across the marble floor to the elevators.
Daddy cupped her ass and squeezed it, making her squirm. “I only have the hots for you, Baby Girl. Don’t want anyone’s pussy but yours.”
“You fucked Catherine,” said Jessica, and then wished she hadn’t. Daddy withdrew his hand from her ass and frowned. Then they were in the elevator, and there were too people for Jessica to throw her arms around his neck and say she was sorry.
A couple of other people got off on the floor with them, and then Daddy ran into an old friend of his who was also on the same floor and had been about to go down. They walked into a cozy alcove to chat.
“Bill!” Daddy pumped his friend’s hand, beaming. “Good to see you. How’s Maggie?”
“The same.” Bill gave Jessica an up-down look, undressing her with his piercing blue eyes. “Introduce me to this beauty, Steve.”
Daddy smiled. “My everything. Say hello to one of my oldest pals, Jessica.”
“Hi,” said Jessica shyly, shaking Bill’s hand. He grasped her slim hand in his as if he would eat it. She looked up at him through her eyelashes. He was a tall, thickset man with a short beard, sensual lips, and raven-black hair. Around the same age as Daddy, although heavier. He was kind of sexy, though in a different way from Daddy.
“Lovely dress,” said Bill, his eyes lingering on her bare shoulders and the nipples straining against the thin fabric.
“She’s even lovelier without it,” said Daddy.
“Daddy!” said Jessica, scandalized, then bit her lip.
Bill raised his eyebrows, smiling.
Steve put his arm around Jessica and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay, Baby Girl. I bet Bill is getting hard at the thought of you calling him Daddy.”
Jessica’s face grew warm. Bill laughed rather longer than necessary. He excused himself soon after, and if Jessica was not mistaken, there was a definite bulge in his pants. She smiled inwardly as Daddy led her to their room and keyed it open. It was so easy to arouse men.
Daddy pushed open the door, and she stepped into a huge, light-filled room with a single, enormous bed and a fantastic view of the Strip. Their luggage was already waiting for them, arranged neatly by the dresser. Jessica ran to the window to peer at the busy street and the soaring buildings piercing the cloudless blue sky, her heart lifting.
“Like it?” said Daddy, throwing himself down on an accent chair.
She turned to him, eyes shining. “I love it, Daddy. I’ve never stayed in such a fancy room before.”
He gave her an indulgent smile. “Get used to it, Baby Girl. I have at least three or four conferences every year. You can join me whenever your college schedule allows.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” She made to throw off her heels, wanting to snuggle up in his lap, but he stopped her.
“Wait, Baby Girl.” His expression grew serious. “We agreed not to mention Catherine again.”
She bit her lip. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” Catherine Philips was their horny neighbor, a buxom woman whom Daddy had fucked. Jessica had come upon them by mistake — a sight she could never forget. But Daddy had told her it meant nothing, and she had believed him.
“Saying sorry is not enough, pet,” said Daddy. “You know that.”
She hung her head. “Yes, Daddy.” She noticed the bulge in his pants, and her breath quickened. Daddy was aroused by whatever he was contemplating, and the thought aroused her too.
“What are you supposed to do?” he asked her softly.
Jessica’s eyes roved the room. She could go on her hands and knees on the bed, but perhaps Daddy would appreciate something different? Her eyes settled on the leather sofa next to the chair Daddy was sitting on. She walked forward and leaned down on it, her hands sinking into the soft seat cushions, her legs spread wide, her ass in the air. poker siteleri The heels gave her ass an added lift, presenting her to Daddy like a dish to be savored.
“Good girl,” said Daddy, stroking himself. “Now put a finger inside your cunt.”
She licked her lips and inserted her forefinger into her cunt, supporting herself with the other hand.
“Are you wet, Baby Girl?” he crooned.
“Yes, Daddy, so wet,” she stuttered.
“Do you want to be fucked?”
“Yes Daddy,” she whined, pushing her finger harder.
Daddy got up and went behind her. “But do you deserve it, Baby Girl?”
“Daddy, please…”
He flicked her red dress up over her back, exposing her smooth, round ass. “Please what, darling?”
“Please fuck me,” she begged. Her pussy was aching for his cock, denied to her for so long.
“Please what, darling?” His voice had acquired an edge.
Oh no. That wasn’t what she was supposed to say. “Please punish me, Daddy,” she said, making her voice small and little-girl-like, the way he loved it.
“With pleasure, Baby Girl.”
He brought his palm down hard on her ass, and she yelped.
“No noise,” he warned.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she said, trembling. “Should I remove my fingers from inside my cunt and hold my mouth shut?”
“Hmm. No. Let me see.” He walked away and rummaged in his suitcase. He returned with a narrow strip of dark blue cloth and slipped it around her mouth, tying it firmly behind her head.
Daddy was gagging her with his tie. The thought was both scary and erotic. Her finger crept out of her cunt and began to massage her clit in slow circles. She wanted to come, but didn’t know if it was allowed.
“Perfect,” said Daddy, and smacked her ass with his palm. Her cry this time was muffled by his tie. She felt so utterly exposed, so vulnerable. Yet she trusted Daddy completely. She knew she could give herself over to him and he would take care of her every need, emotional and physical. So when his palm came down on her ass again, she moaned I love you, Daddy into her gag.
Daddy stopped to caress and squeeze her ass. “I wish you could see yourself,” he murmured. “See the prints of my palms on your gorgeous ass.” He smacked her again and yet again. Jessica rubbed her clit harder and faster, no longer caring about what was allowed and what was not. She needed to come so badly, she’d risk Daddy’s wrath for it. She was close now, so close.
Daddy realized too late what she was doing. His hands gripped her ass. “Stop,” he commanded. “I did not give you permission to touch your clit.”
But she couldn’t stop. Her body shook as she reached an extreme peak of pleasure, hung suspended for several seconds, and then was racked by several smaller spasms. God, that was intense. She teetered on her heels and collapsed on the sofa, sobbing and shaking.
Daddy knelt beside the sofa and removed her gag. “You okay, Baby Girl?”
She nodded, gasping for breath. “Sorry, Daddy, I couldn’t help myself.”
He smoothed the hair back from her forehead. “Your punishment was cut short,” he said, but he sounded more amused than anything else.
“How can I make it up to you, Daddy?” she asked. “I want to be your good girl.”
He hugged her. “You’re always my good girl, pet. But yeah, you need to make it up to me before I’ll fuck you again.”
She sat up. “Daddy! Don’t tease. We haven’t had sex since that first time. I thought, here in Vegas…” Her words trailed away, and the blood rose in her cheeks.
He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her nose. “Baby Girl, I promised you’ll get fucked hard tonight, and I’m gonna keep my promise. Trust me?”
She nodded. “With all my heart.”
He smiled at her tenderly. “Then go get some sleep. The flight must have tired you out, and I want you fresh and energetic tonight.”
His words filled her with anticipation. “Where are you going?” she asked as he headed toward the door.
“Gotta get registered for the conference.” He winked at her. “I came here to work, remember?”
Jessica laughed. He wasn’t going to get a whole lot of work done, not if she could help it.
#
The phone rang, the harsh ringtone invading her dream — a weird and sexy dream of herself and Daddy doing synchronized swimming in the hotel pool while naked guests watched from deckchairs and applauded their gymnastics. Jessica reached a groggy hand toward the receiver.
“H’lo?” she murmured sleepily.
“Hey, Baby Girl.”
Daddy.
Jessica woke all the way up and pushed the satin coverlet off her body. She felt woozy and sticky between her legs and her pussy throbbed faintly, as if she’d just orgasmed. “Daddy! Where are you?”
He gave a throaty chuckle. “I came up a little while ago and you were fast asleep, so I caught up with a few friends. But it’s nearly ten pm now, and I’d like to give you what I promised.”
The hard fucking, oh yes. “Yes please, Daddy. I’ll be waiting.”
“I want you to do a bit more than that,” he said, sounding amused. “Are you still wearing that little red dress?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Okay, listen to my instructions carefully, Baby Girl. I will be very displeased if you disobey any of them.”
“I’m listening, Daddy.”