My Daughter’s Night Out

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Olivia was disappointed, that much was for sure. She had been getting ready to go out all afternoon, pretty much camped first in the bathroom for hours and then in her bedroom. It was just as she was finishing her makeup when her friend messaged to say they couldn’t make it out after all.She was gutted, so gutted and upset that she nearly cried her makeup off, but she cheered up when I offered to go out with her instead.“You sure you don’t mind going out with your old man?” I asked as she squealed with delight at my offer. “Your father won’t be cramping your style.”“Nahhh,” Olivia said with a light voice. “I like older men. I’m used to going out with them.”I wasn’t sure how to take that comment, so I ignored it and got myself ready quickly. I showered, shaved, and dressed in a nice-looking shirt and jeans; all in the time it took Olivia to finish getting ready.She came to me when she was done. She stood in my doorway and gave me a twirl. “What do you think, Daddy?” she asked. She wore a purple minidress, held together on one side by three giant rings. It was completely open on that side, showing off her pale flesh and pointing out the lack of any underwear. Her heels matched in color and I must confess, she looked stunning.And not just the “isn’t my daughter beautiful” kind of way. She looked smoking hot and anyone attracted to women would have had to agree.“You look gorgeous, darling,” I said with the truth.“Thanks, Daddy,” she said. “You look fit too.” She held out her arm for me to take and off we went.We hit the first of the clubs, and I, naturally, got the drinks in. Beer for me and cider for Olivia. The club Ankara escort was warm inside. I felt myself starting to sweat already. The music was loud and bassy, thump-thumping into my chest. I could see heads turn as Olivia walked around. Her heels were high, giving shape to her legs, and her dress clung to her body. You could see all her curves, lots of flesh on the side, her cleavage, and her bare legs on display.As she danced happily, she knew what she was doing. She went out often, and I was starting to get the impression that she turned heads every time. She may only be twenty, but she wasn’t naive. Her dancing was sensual and provocative, matching the music. I felt a pang hit my cock as I watched, dancing slowly and trying not to embarrass her.The next couple of nightclubs were the same. I kept buying the drinks; the music kept getting louder and Olivia’s dancing because more and more fascinating to watch.We were in the fourth club of the night, having danced for hours. I was covered in sweat, mildly drunk, and she was backing up towards me, her butt cheeks almost pressing into my crotch. She had garnered a lot of attention, but the way she was pressing up towards me had seemed to cry any potential suitors off. Tonight, she was mine and mine alone. Pulling someone was, apparently, not on her mind.During a brief pause in the music, she turned around and faced me; her head was very close to mine.“Thank you for coming with me, Daddy,” she whispered in my ear. It sent a shiver down my neck.“I’ve not embarrassed you then?”“Not at all.”We carried on dancing, Olivia dancing right Ankara escort bayan in front of me, gyrating her hips slowly to the beat of the music. She really was dripping raw, pure sexual energy. She kept playing with her hair. Her beautiful blond locks had been curled towards one side and she kept twirling them around her fingers–looking at me.“Daddy,” she came closer and stood so close our noses almost touched. “This is the part of the night where I kiss my gentleman friend.”Without waiting for me to respond or question anything about what she said, my daughter kissed me. Her lips met mine, and it felt electrifying. My cock overrode the part of my brain that said that this wasn’t right. I should not be kissing my daughter. I shouldn’t be getting hard as she pressed up against me.But I was. I wanted her. I needed her.We broke our kiss for a moment and stared into each other’s eyes, trying to read the response. Her blue eyes looked a mixture of innocence and pure, filthy sex. I could see what she wanted, and I wanted it too.We kissed again, tongues this time, and another electrical current shot through me. My hands found their way to her back, pressing her firmly into me as our kisses turned into a frenzy. We couldn’t stop.We needed to get out of the club asap. My cock was hard, bulging against my jeans. Breaking off the kiss, Olivia whispered into my ear. “This is also the part of the night where my gentleman friend takes me home.”“And do what?” I croaked. My voice dry all of a sudden.“And fuck me. Take me home and fuck me hard please, Daddy.”I didn’t need to be told Escort Ankara twice.We kept on kissing in the taxi on the way home. The fire refused to die down, and she practically dragged me into the house. We kicked our shoes off in the hallway and I felt my cock grow very hard now we were back in private.“Come on, Daddy,” she said and skipped off to her room. I followed her and found her sitting on her bed, hunger in her eyes. We immediately started to kiss again before Olivia pulled away. She stood up, dropped to her knees, and gave me a dirty smile. Her hands fumbled slightly with my belt before it was loose and all of a sudden, she had pulled my jeans and boxers down, and my cock was in my daughter’s mouth. And my God, she was fucking good at it.She ran her tongue all along my shaft, licking around the tip and taking care to suck on my balls too. I was in heaven. She maintained eye contact too, staring at me, watching me edge closer to an orgasm. The sensation stopped before I could cum right then and there, pre-cum dripping away from her face as Olivia moved away.Quick as a flash, she pulled her dress off, tossing it onto the floor. I was right. She was naked underneath, and I devoured the sight of my daughter’s naked body. She was perfect. Her breasts were inviting, nipples just waited for my touch. She lay down and opened her legs, showing me her soaking wet pussy. Freshly shaved for her night out and ready for a cock.I gave her my tongue first.I climbed over her naked body, peppering her kisses. She moaned when I touched her breasts and moaned even louder when my mouth met her nipple. I playfully nipped at them, sucked at them.“Oh, Daddy,” she murmured as I kissed her naked flesh, not wanting to leave an inch untouched. I kissed the nape of her neck as my hands squeezed her breasts. I nibbled at her ear, biting it as I touched her thigh with my hand, trailing my fingers up lightly towards her pussy.

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