2 comments/ 16452 views/ 11 favorites Rendevous By: breastman80 This story I feel cannot be labeled as a work of fiction. If I were to attach a label, it would be "story of a true life event involving real people that merely hasn't happened yet." Think of it as a glimpse into the future. And I'll go ahead and spoil at least half of it here. "Daddy" in this story refers to me. My Babygirl, who lives far away, and I have not met yet. We both believe that one day we will. An added note: All characters in this story are over the age of 18. This is the story of the fateful day where... DADDY AND BABYGIRL MEET ***** Daddy was nervous. Much more nervous than he could ever remember being. His hands were clammy as they tightly gripped the steering wheel of his car, which streaked along the highway towards his destination. His whole body seemed to be tingling, as if every cell were vibrating against one another in restless anticipation. He shifted slightly in his seat, alleviating a small muscle cramp in his lower back. His trip had started thirty hours ago, when the stars had aligned and fate had finally, finally started him down a path he had long since ached to walk. The path that ended with Babygirl. He smiles to himself as he thinks of her. Her visage immediately coming to his mind's eye, her voice immediately tickles his ears. He also remembers her scent. He had mailed her a shirt of his some time ago that he had worn for a day, to ensure his scent would be on it. After it had finally faded she had washed and worn it repeatedly and sent it back to him, along with a pair of her panties that she had worn as she pleasured herself for him, the fabric carried her intoxicating essence to him, and the scent had stirred his blood and ignited supernovas of overpowering desire. They had met in passing years earlier in the online game they both played. At first they were merely friendly and cordial with each other, having the same circle of friends, until one day he had been feeling silly and flirty and had started in on her as soon as she had logged on. Neither of them would ever be the same again. Their chemistry was immediate, startling. Sexual fantasies and kinks, beliefs, personality traits. Both had seemed like they had been made for the other, a hand for a glove so to speak. For a long time they had spoken, illicit chat messages and phone conversations bouncing back and forth between them. It had been the verbal equivalent of throwing gasoline on a raging conflagration. During that time, he had developed his dormant dominant streak. Her willingness to submit had seeded it, watered it, made it bloom. She was a sub without a dom, and he stepped into that role immediately without even realizing at first that he had. She loved daddy/daughter play, and he could still hear the first time she had huskily whispered it to him over the phone. His title, his purpose. Daddy... And then her marriage (which had been on the ropes before they had even met) failed. Daddy had also been married at the time. After a while, she had found someone new. Someone who made her happy. So he had stepped back, voluntarily. For her and her happiness, not willing to make waves when he realistically couldn't expect her to have eyes only for him, separated as they were by over a thousand miles. It had been one of the hardest things he had ever done. Three years passed. He thought of her often, hoped she was well and happy. But in the back of his mind he always wondered. What if... What if her new relationship failed? What if his marriage failed? What if he contacted her, would it be like it was, or had that time passed forever, never to be repeated? So he maintained his distance. Until he hit a particularly rough patch. Little made him happy. His marriage and job were hollow shells, his confidence and libido ailing. And one day he had had a weak moment and looked at her profile on a social networking site. Saw her pictures, her smile. He had twisted up inside. And he contacted her the next day. A simple hello, how have you been? Three days passed. No response was forthcoming. His mind acknowledged it with a grim, tortured finality, his current mental state refusing to believe anything other than it's over. Over. And then, she had answered. He could still feel the rush. Their opening conversation had been tentative, he had gently probed her to see if he could still realistically consider her his, as she had said she always would be. Subtle and not-so-subtle flirtations were casually sidestepped. His stomach plummeted to somewhere around his knees. You're not her Daddy anymore. That time has passed. Be her friend, like you always were. So they had talked as friends for a while. Shared stories of children, houses, jobs. Then a subtle compliment from Daddy had brought about... Babygirl- Still as sweet as ever I see. Daddy- To you, absolutely. I have you to either thank or curse for putting water on my "dominant" seed and causing it to bloom. Babygirl- Well, I'd be equally happy with you thanking or cursing me. Either one has the potential to excite me. Daddy- I'll curse you during, and thank you after. How's that? Babygirl- Perfect. I like that idea. Daddy- It's a date. Babygirl- Should I get naked now? Lol. Daddy- Patience. Not until I say so. Babygirl- I'm no good at being patient, but I'll try to be a good girl for u. A three year gap had closed as if it was nothing. Their chemistry was as strong, stronger than it had ever been. And they began to drive each other crazy from far away. Their bond became such that Daddy could bring her to climax merely from counting down from any number to zero. She so willingly gave herself to him that her orgasms became his as well. Each time, every time, with no self-stimulus, when zero was said, her orgasm was instant. Daddy notices a town sign flash by. His pulse quickens. The town she wanted to meet him in. He follows his navigation to their chosen meeting spot, a nondescript fast-food restaurant in town. I'm almost there, Babygirl. He thinks, At long last. ******************************** Babygirl chews her lip nervously and sips at a coffee. She is seated in the restaurant, waiting. Every movement from outside draws her eye. He has given her the description of his vehicle, and every car that pulls in first excites, then disappoints her. Her brain can't stop thinking the same thought over and over again. Oh my god. It started in her head as soon as she woke up that morning to Daddy's text that he was mere hours away. Oh my god. He's almost here. Oh my god. She prepared for him. Showered, shaved herself silky smooth, knowing as she languidly drew her fingers across her tingling pussy lips that before the day was done Daddy Her DADDY would finally be touching it himself. Pleasing her utterly as he had always sworn. The barest brush of her fingers almost induced climax, but she relented. She wanted to save all of them for him. She pulled her hair back in twin pigtails, knowing how much he loves them. Makeup is carefully applied, and quicker than she can ever remember it taking, she soon stood in front of her mirror, gorgeous, ready. So ready. She had climbed into her car and turned the key, the engine roaring to life and reminding her that her Daddy was driving right now too, their paths converging at a breakneck pace. Oh my god. She had made the drive in record time, and now sat trembling in her seat, hardly able to believe that the moment that they both had ached for, had waited so long for was almost upon them. Oh my god. Her phone's notification tone of an incoming text goes off, making her jump in her seat. She fumbles it out and pulls it up. Daddy. "In town. Five minutes. Shaking." Oh my god, five minutes. Five minutes! Oh my god! Ohmigod omigod! I get to see my Daddy in five minutes! Ohmigod omigod omigod omigod... She lowers her head and looks at the table, nerves firing, hands shaking. She squeezes her eyes shut, bites her lip and tries to steady herself. Her sex is tingling and openly weeping fluids already, she squirms in her seat and feels her panties dampening. She breathes steadily through her nose and mouth and calms slightly. She raises her head and opens her eyes, reaching for her coffee cup. She lifts the cup to her mouth, and as she sips, she sees the car. His car. HIS car. Daddy. He has arrived. Oh my god. Drink forgotten, she bolts out of the chair and rushes out the door, stopping at the edge of the sidewalk in front of the restaurant bordering the parking lot. The car pulls into a spot facing away from her. The driver's side door opens. Time slows to a crawl. Slowly, she sees a leg slide out and settle onto the ground. A head followed by a pair of shoulders eases out, and with a sudden push her Daddy uncoils from his vehicle and stands up straight. She watches in slow motion as he takes a deep breath, blowing it out with a puffing of his cheeks. His right hand casually drops his car keys into his right front pocket. He ruffles his jacket lapels and turns towards her. Oh my goooooood. He is beautiful. The most beautiful thing she has ever seen. His dark brown hair is close cropped and gelled into short spikes. His face has a mustache and full well-trimmed beard, so manly. His eyes are hidden by his sunglasses. He wears jeans and a collared shirt covered by a leather jacket. He closes his car door and takes a half step forward, then sees her for the first time. He freezes, as does she. She sees the unreadable mask of his face, sculpted from ice like the rest of him. Slowly, his hand comes up and removes his sunglasses, revealing steely blue eyes that pierce her like a laser even from a distance. Her heart hammers against her ribcage. Ta-Tump, Ta-Tump. Oh...my...gaaaaawd. He hooks his sunglasses on the collar of his shirt and regards her for a moment, hands at his sides. She imagines him thinking the same thing as her; that it's all a dream, and if they move, they will both wake up. Babygirl feels her lip trembling as she sees his jaw muscles working overtime, trying to keep some modicum of composure on his face. He is rapidly losing the battle. Hesitantly, almost tentatively, he raises his right hand, reaching out to her, before letting it fall back. And she moves. The dam bursts all at once. Years of pent up frustration are blown away in an instant. All the longing, the waiting, the fantasizing, the talking, the texting, the writing. All of it. It has all led to this. She moves. Babygirl surges forward, tears streaming from her eyes. She pumps her arms for more speed as she closes the gap, her heart pounding harder as she sees the smile split his face and his arms come open to receive her. As she draws within ten feet her mouth opens, and the word clumsily spills out. "D-Da-Daaaahddeeeeeeeee!" She slams into him full speed, an overcoming wave of heat washing over her as he lifts her into the air and spins her around. She sobs with great gasps, clutching at him as she wails happily. His arms press her snugly to him, molding her to his torso as she buries her head in the nape of his neck and cries, cries scalding tears that trickle down onto his neck. "Daddy!" She keens "Ooooh gaaaawd Daddeeeeeee!" Her ears register his voice, heard so long over a phone, now crystal clear and less than three inches from her ear. His voice is thick and husky with emotion, almost breaking. "Shhhh, Babygirl." He soothes, stroking her hair. "Shhh. I'm here. Daddy's here." She cries, and he holds her, feet dangling above the asphalt. Her mind dimly remembers that Daddy is much larger than her, and he can move her around like no one else before has. She sobs into his neck, peppering it with kisses, tasting her own tears on her lips. He lowers her to the pavement, and draws back, his hands smoothly coming up from around her back to clasp the sides of her face, tilting her head back to look up at him. Oh my god, so tall. Oh god Daddy. Daddy please... His thumb idly brushes away a stray tear as she arches her back and goes up on tiptoes, stretching towards him, lips slightly parted, puckering in anticipation... Daddy...Daddeeeeeee... Daddy makes a low guttural sound in the back of his throat and leans down, devouring her lips with his. Babygirl twitches, a single syllable grunt coming from the back of her throat. The warm sensation of Daddy's soft lips mashing against hers in a molten fusion better than she had ever imagined almost pushes her right into an orgasm. Her pussy flutters madly, dancing just back from the brink as her knees go weak and she succumbs to his flaring passions. Babygirl locks her hands at the back of his neck as he drops his own to place on her hips. Their tongues writhe over and around each other, wrestling for dominance in the joining of their panting lips. She tastes his mouth and almost swoons, pressing against him wantonly, feeling a steely hardness poking into her lower belly. Huuhoooh muh-muh-my...g-gaaaaawd... Daddy leans into her, his lips pressing hard into hers, a low undulating growl is welling up from his chest, gaining strength and volume as it rumbles out into her mouth. His dominance over her is surging to the fore, and her knees jerk involuntarily with the need to submit to his will, his desires. She starts to drop, but he stops her, breaking the kiss and staring into her eyes, breathing hard. "My Babygirl." He says, sending a delicious shiver of purpose down her spine, curling her toes and sending another oozing of fuck-lube out of her flowering sex. If he had asked, she would have let him take her right there. "I can't believe..." She begins. "Me neither." He says, grinning warmly, eyes glistening. "It's like a dream." She says. "I've wanted it so long. What if it isn't real?" He grins, and the shivers rattle her spine tremulously. It is a "Daddy grin", through and through. "Do you need proof?" He slyly asks, dominance radiating off of him in waves. Her breath quickens slightly as a warm numb tingle courses through her from head to toe. Eyes dancing with mischief and latent power, Daddy opens his mouth, the word coming in a silky smooth, syrupy tone. "Five." He says. Ohmigod. Daddy...yes. Her eyes widen and she clutches at him with clawed fingers, her sex immediately responding, trembling, the tingling building just from his words. "Four." He says, impaling her with his eyes. Her lips twitch, and she moans breathily, eyelids fluttering slightly as her eyes momentarily roll back. "Da-" She says. "Oh, Daddy." "Three." Yes. Yessssss Daddy it's yoursssss. "Two." In his eyes, she sees only the fire of his desire for her. She is falling. Her legs muscles clench and release over and over as she clings to him, the only thing keeping her upright. "One." "Her whole body tenses up, quivering, awaiting the word, awaiting his permission. He hesitates. A low pitiable whine comes from her throat. Her mouth cracks slightly and she forces words past her tightly clenched teeth. They are dripping with desperation. "Huuuh god Daddeee pleeeeeeeese." He smiles wide, loving whenever he has her hanging by a thread. And she loves him all the more for dangling her there. "Zero." Babygirl's pussy instantly explodes in a wild unhindered climax. She moans out loud and buries her face in his chest as her stuttering pussy spits gushes of her steaming girl-goo across the crotch of her panties, soaking them through almost immediately and creating a large damp spot on her yoga pants. She feels the cool air hit the wet spot, contrasting lusciously with the sizzling convulsions in her tightening, eager quim. As the ripples pound her overcharged cunt into submission she gasps and moans openmouthed into the hollow of his chest. Repeated "Hah" noises come from her mouth as she rubs her face across the front of his shirt like a contented kitten, breathing his scent greedily in great gulps of air. Never has she felt such pleasure. Never has she felt so fulfilled. Never has she felt so owned. She is loving every second. Daddy merely holds her patiently as the quivers work their way out of her system, a self-satisfied smile splitting his face. He is beaming with undisguised pride and confidence, his hands slowly stroking her back as she draws ragged breath after ragged breath. She melts into him and her hips begin a slow steady grind against him, a low mewling sound of need welling up from within her. "Daddy." She gasps, voice softening and raising in pitch as she adopts her little girl persona. "Oh, god. You make my pussy cum so good." "Daddy loves to make that little puss messy, princess." He replies, squeezing her tight. "Mmmm. I'm ready for more, Daddy. Let's go." "Not yet." He says. Babygirl looks up at him quizzically. She fully expected a mad dash to the nearest motel room after they met. "Did you forget?" He says gently, smiling down at her. "Forget..." Babygirl begins, and then in a rush she remembers. Her eyes widen slightly. Oh my god. Ohmigod ohmigod... Babygirl loves public humiliation, and Daddy always said one of the first things he would do when they met was walk her through a public place with his fresh semen dripping from her face. She leans slightly to one side and looks past him at the fast-food restaurant, doing a brisk morning business. "Are you ready?" He asks gently, the words seeming to enter her ear and take an express train straight to her pussy. "Yes, Daddy." She says, smiling up at him with a furnace of lust flaring in her eyes. "Let's go." Daddy releases her from his hug and throws one arm around her shoulders, drawing her in next to him as her arm goes around his back. They walk across the parking lot together, both of them more excited than they can ever remember being. Daddy releases her to reach the door first, pulling it open for her and inclining his head respectfully as she enters. Then Daddy falls in behind her. Daddy scans the interior and leans over. "There." He whispers in her ear, pointing down a short corridor to where a blue door with a "Restroom" sign can be seen. They both go down the hall together, Babygirl's pussy trembling more with each step. She looks up at Daddy's face and sees a slight flush. She smiles, realizing how badly this is affecting him too. She resolves to work extra hard to please him. Daddy reaches the door and pulls it open. Inside is a small restroom with sink, urinal, and a separate, enclosed stall. What they didn't expect to see was that the bathroom was occupied. A man stood at the sink, dutifully washing his hands. When the door opens and Daddy enters he glanced up, his eyes widening slightly as he sees Babygirl right on his heels. Babygirl feels a jolt go through her as the man locks eyes with her. She breathes faster, wondering what he might be thinking. Daddy takes the lead. "Good morning." He says, nodding at the man. He walks towards the stall door and knocks, then tries to open it. The door swings open easily. "Come here, Babygirl." He says, a slight undercurrent of a command in the tone. Babygirl shuffles towards him, her furiously juicing pussy making the mere act of walking difficult. She turns her head and beams at the man as she passes. "Good morning." She says shakily. Rendevous He nods and smiles slightly. Babygirl goes right into the stall, noticing thankfully how clean it is. She stops in front of the toilet and turns around, facing the door and Daddy. Daddy smiles at the man before letting the door swing shut behind him. He latches it and turns towards Babygirl, not even listening to make sure the man has left before he begins. "Sit down." He says, drawing his jacket off of his back and hanging it on the coathook on the inside of the door. Babygirl drops onto the toilet seat with a thump, her arousal rising to a fever pitch. She wiggles on the seat, knowing what is coming. Daddy moves towards her, stopping when he stands right in front of her. His hand comes up and grasps his zipper, pausing there. He tilts his head slightly to one side as he looks down at her. "What do you want, Babygirl?" He asks. "I want your cock, Daddy." She immediately answers, "I want your cock in my mouth." They both hear a slight movement from outside the stall, the man who has not left yet. Babygirl grits her teeth to keep from moaning wantonly as she realizes how slutty she is acting within earshot of a perfect stranger. "I've been waiting a long time for this, Babygirl." Daddy says, slowly drawing his zipper down. "Me t-too, Daddy." She stammers, eyes glued to his crotch. Her tongue flicks once over her lips. Daddy unzips and unbuttons his pants and then unbuckles his belt. He slides his pants down his legs and stands back up straight. The front of his boxers bulges out, and at the end of the cylinder of cloth encasing his manhood she sees a dark patch of material, where his precum is already copiously oozing. Unable to resist Babygirl leans forward and mashes her lips against that damp spot, moaning as she suckles at the material, swirling her tongue over it and tasting Daddy's essence. The flavor makes her whimper and squeeze her legs tight together as her drooling cunt threatens to burst yet again. But she stems the tide, knowing she doesn't have permission...yet. Daddy growls as her lips rub hard against his engorged crown, his hands coming up to her shoulders. "Such a bad little slut." He hisses. "Can't even wait for Daddy to take his cock out first." "Mmm hmm!" Babygirl moans into his cock, shamelessly kissing her Daddy's manhood. "Very well, then." Daddy says. "If you want it so bad, you can have it!" Daddy shoves Babygirl back and his hands skin his boxers down his thighs. His hard cock springs up from its confines and stands up proud and firm. Babygirl drinks it in for a moment. Daddy's cock is not porn-star huge, but it is hot and hard, well proportioned, and finally all hers. She sees a slimy snail trail of precum glistening from the tip of his crown down the underside of his shaft, snaking towards his swollen full balls. Daddy reaches out and grabs the back of Babygirl's head. "Open." He commands. Babygirl's mouth yawns open, lips puckered, tongue protruding slightly. She pants in anticipation of her first taste of her owner's cock. Daddy smoothly guides his length into Babygirl's mouth, groaning as the hot silky interior enfolds him like a velvet blanket. He pushes until his entire length is inside her, tickling the back of her throat. "Mmmppgh!" Babygirl grunts as his hardness tunnels into the back of her mouth. She relaxes her throat to accept him as he begins to pump her mouth roughly, hands coming up to grab her "slut handles", her pigtails. Babygirl focuses on massaging his pistoning length with her tongue and lips as Daddy roughly fucks her face, knowing how much she loves to be used. She breathes slowly and steadily through her nose as her mouth is repeatedly invaded by his hot hard intruder. She purposefully dribbles as much spit as she can, coating his length in shiny slick wetness and having the excess drip down to settle on her shirt. The lewd, wet schlurp schlurp schlurping noises of Babygirl's face fucking carries outside the stall. Her pussy contracts once in pleasure when she hears what must be the man outside exclaiming softly. "God damn..." He whispers. Daddy increases his speed and force, ramming his cock into her mouth roughly, faster and faster. Her quivering pussy flexes over and over, almost in time with his thrusts. She whimpers submissively as her owner, her master, uses her for his pleasure. With each hard push of his cock in her mouth, a gurgling exclamation is forced out from the back of her throat as she desperately tries to hold off on gagging. Tears trickle from her eyes. "Play with my balls." He orders, and Babygirl's hands obediently come up to tickle and massage his dangling pouch. She moans as she feels their heft, knowing that Daddy has refrained from coming for a whole week before he started this trip, wanting to shower her eager face with a massive outpouring of cum. As if he is reading her mind, Daddy slows his speed and speaks. "I bet you're ready for Daddy's cum, baby." He says. "Mmm Hmmm!" She replies eagerly, suctioning harder on his length as she looks up into his eyes; her cheeks hollowing every time his length draws back from her soft welcoming lips. He pops his length out of her mouth and roughly smacks it against her cheek, making it wet and shiny with her spit. "Yes Daddy!" She gasps out loudly, wanting the man outside to hear. "I want all your cum on my naughty face!" "Soon, Babygirl." He murmurs happily, sliding his cock back between her puckered lips. "Soon it will all be yours." And he resumes fucking her face roughly. Occasionally he slows his pace to slowly and gently slide himself in and out of her hungry lips, his hands releasing her pigtails to tenderly caress her cheeks as he croons loving words to her, driving her crazy with alternating gentleness and roughness. She feels an overwhelming urge to taste him, and whenever he pops his cock free from her lips she moans up at him. "Daddy!" She says "I need it! Gimme your cum, Daddy!" "Soon, Babygirl." He replies while grinning down at her, firmly in control. "Soon." Babygirls moans with frustration and works her mouth harder, the sizzling arcs of his semen decorating her face the only thing she can focus on. She longs to smell it, taste it, feel it oozing down her face... "Oh god, Babygirl!" Daddy says with a sudden urgency. "Oh gaaawd!" Babygirls moans in anticipation and starts fucking his cock back with her mouth, chasing after it whenever it pulls away, and accepting it roughly into the depths of her mouth with each push. She slurps and slobbers harder, knowing the sights, sounds, and sensations are getting to be too much for Daddy, and he'll have no choice but to give her her treat soon. Daddy groans and throws his head back, feebly thrusting. "Yes, honey!" He says, "Here it comes!" He suddenly pops his cock free of her mouth and grips it firmly in his right hand. His left hand comes up to fasten on the back of her neck, holding her head in place. "Tilt your head back." He says. She obeys, head dropping back to create the perfect canvas for him to paint with his release. "Open." He orders. Babygirl's mouth opens, and her tongue pokes out, she is the picture of slutty wantonness as she awaits his anointing. "Cum on my face, Daddy!" She gasps. "Make your slutty girl messy!" "You first." He replies. "Cum for me, now." Babygirl moans as her gently flexing cunt suddenly lurches as her climax washes over her. Her pussy pisses another hot syrupy gush of her own ejaculate into her already sodden panties. She whimpers, moans and wiggles as Daddy strokes his cock and points the engorged head at her upturned face. Suddenly he groans in pleasure and as she glances down at his cockhead a long arcing strand of pearly white cum rockets from his shaft and splats against her face, gluing her left eye shut and sticking in her hair. Daddy carefully guides each molten arc onto an untouched part of Babygirl's face. He slathers her lips with his own special gloss, a thick streamer decorates her nose, and more squiggly strands fall messily across her cheeks and brow. Babygirl moans as she feels each jetting spurt smack against her countenance, her orgasmic shivers still shaking her like a tuning fork. She knew Daddy was going to cum buckets, she has seen him shoot many times in videos, and it was always thick ropey spurts, but she never expected this much. She gurgles and gargles around a sudden milky invasion of her wide open mouth, and she swirls and swishes it around her cheeks before gulping it greedily. Daddy's salty hot gouts begin to wane, giving way to thinner, more watery shots. They trickle and drip down her face and run off onto her clothes, and she giggles as the bombardment of her face finally ceases. She breathes the overpowering scent of his cum into her nostrils, and cracks her cum-bedecked eyelids, carefully looking up into her owner's panting, satisfied face. A wide, languid smile spreads over her own. Without needed to be prompted she leans forward to gather his spent length into her mouth again, eagerly suckling the salty dregs from his cock as she cleans him. When no more morsels can be found, she pops him free and smiles up at him, the warm mask of his semen hot and clingy on her face. "Thank you, Daddy." She replies gratefully, perfectly trained. "You're welcome, Babygirl." He replies, putting his clothes in order and beaming down at her in undisguised pride. "God, you look so sexy. Are you ready to show off all your hard work?" "I am." She replies, pussy buzzing in anticipation of the stares. "Then let's go." He commands, holding his hand out to her. Babygirl shakily regains her feet, and follows Daddy out of the stall. The man still stands there, a flush to his face and a lump in his pants. Daddy throws him a territorial look as Babygirl glances at the mirror and freezes. Daddy has covered her face in a mask of semen. Long meandering trails of milky white cover her face in white stripes, and uneven blobs and globs fill in the spaces between them. At least two spurts more powerful than the rest launched up high enough to leave oozing messy clumps sticking in her bangs and up over the top of her head. White drops sticking to her eyelashes wiggle in the mirror as she bats them coquettishly at her own reflection. Her shirt is dotted with wet spots up around her neck and across the swell of her breasts. Babygirl almost cums. There is no way that anyone outside is going to not notice this, and the thought drives her almost feral with lust and humiliation. "Hold on." Daddy says. He cracks the door of the bathroom and looks out. This early in the morning there are probably no children afoot, but caution is key. "Clear." He says, grinning at her and holding the door wide. Babygirl almost cannot will her feet to move. So overpowering is her arousal in that very moment she feels she might collapse into an unresponsive puddle on the floor. But she overcomes it and moves out into the hall, going down it towards the dining area, her heart hammering so loud she's positive someone could hear it. She feels Daddy's commanding presence right on her heels, reassuring her with his proximity. Babygirl reaches the end of the hall at the border of the dining area. She sees the line of customers and looks around at the others already seated. No one has taken much notice yet. Babygirl begins to move across the room, angling towards the door. As she does she notices a few glances, and some different reactions. Some people's brows knit with confusion, one person shakes their head disapprovingly, and one man nudges his friend and they both look at her and smile wide. Babygirl's sex is a trembling, leaking mess as she walks. She smiles brightly at everyone she makes eye contact with, one thought continually ringing in her mind. You're a slut. People are watching. You're a slut. People are watching. You're a slut. People are... Babygirl is just about to reach the door when suddenly Daddy calls out softly from behind her. "Wait." He says, the sly smile evident in his tone without her even turning to look. "I want to get a drink real quick. Sit here." He gently takes her hand and guides her to a booth facing the entrance. She plops down, whimpering as the cool form-plastic seat presses snugly against her molten slit. From her position, everyone who enters the building will see her, first thing. She is totally exposed, with fresh semen dribbling down her face, and shirt clingy and saturated with spit and cum. Babygirl forces herself to make eye contact with everyone who enters as Daddy works his way through the line. She smiles wide at each of them, occasionally dipping a finger into the syrupy mess coating her countenance and slurping it noisily, the heady taste of her Daddy's cum so tasty as she rolls it about her mouth. Finally Daddy returns, idly sipping a soda around a wide grin. Babygirl is squirming in her seat and she is fighting hard to keep her composure. Her arousal has done nothing but climb since his arrival, her orgasms having done little to sate her. Daddy notices a glimpse of panicky desperation in her eyes, mixed with an almost bestial lust. "Time to go." He says firmly, reaching out a hand. Babygirl grabs it, noting the tenderness in his grip underlying the firm pressure as he hauls her from the booth on rubbery legs. They go outside, Daddy guiding Babygirl over to his car. "We'll take mine." He says. "I want to get checked in somewhere now. We'll come back for yours. Is it locked?" She nods, synapses firing too strongly for her to form words. Daddy unlocks the door with his key fob and holds it open for her. She sinks into the interior, almost imagining that she can hear an audible squish as her sloppy, saturated crotch makes contact with the seat. She drags three fingers on her right hand through the spunk-mask on her face and greedily suckles at them as Daddy goes around to his side of the car. He slides in next to her, grinning warmly. Babygirl turns and looks at him. "I love you." She says, smiling sheepishly, cheeks suddenly a vivid scarlet beneath his drying jism. He pauses in the act of placing the keys in the ignition, turning slightly in the seat to regard her. "I love you too." He says gently, eyes boring into her. "Having fun?" "Uh huh. I sure am, Daddy. You know the best games." His sly fluid smile returns, with a vengeance. "We're just getting started, honey." Babygirl's legs press tight together as she staves off another surge in her privates, mind whirling with delicious scenario after delicious scenario. She guides Daddy back onto the road and to a local motel that will suit their needs. Despite it being a relatively short ride, it seems to take forever. During the ride Babygirl continues to wipe his cooling cum from her face and lick and suck her fingers clean, until only a few spots of slick shininess here and there indicate she ever had anything on her face at all. They arrive at the motel and Daddy quickly gets checked in as she stands and fidgets behind him, shiny fluid still streaking her face here and there. They make haste to the room and after Daddy parks just outside he helps her out of the car, and while she waits by the door he grabs a duffel bag from the rear seat and joins her. "Are you ready for this?" He asks, a lot of weight to that question. "More than ever." She replies. "Then let's go." He smiles, unlocking the door and pulling it open, gesturing her to enter with a flourish. Babygirl takes a deep breath, and enters. TO BE CONTINUED.