“Darling, would you get the door? Daddy’s friend is a few minutes early.”
Kitty got up from where she had been kneeling on the floor and brushed out her short skirt. She smiled at me, offering just a hint of a blush, and then she sauntered to the door and opened it.
I could see around the corner, but I heard my friend John say hell, hug her, and kiss her on the cheek before she offered to take his coat. She followed him in and pointed him to the chair across from me. I stood up, shook his hand, and then both of us took our seat as my darling girl hung up his coat.
“Darling, I think martinis are in order, don’t you? You remember how Daddy likes his martinis, be a good girl.”
“She’s getting older,” John said with a wink as Kitty made her way to the bar cart. His gaze fell on her skirt, her tight sweater, her thigh high stockings, and her saddle shoes. She was dressed for the part, and not one of us was complaining.
“I wouldn’t go that far, although I suppose it might be true. Mostly, she’s just learning how to be a good hostess, isn’t that right, Babygirl?”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m doing my best. You’re teaching me so much.”
“Don’t be a suck-up, little one,” I said as she handed John his martini before mine. I smiled at her and nodded, because the truth was, she was learning. Only a month ago, she might have served me first, and that would have been downright rude.
Once she finished her delivery, she retook her seat on the floor, kneeling between us with her hands in her lap as she looked at the floor. Kitty was the perfect angel, and tonight was going to be a special one. Neither of them knew it, but they’d find out soon enough.
We sat and talked for close to an hour, as John Coltrane played in the background. Kitty made us another round of drinks, and when I suggested she sit on John’s lap so he could see how much she’d grown, she did so without hesitation. He was polite, placing a hand on her back as she sat and laughed at his jokes while we talked.
Each time she crossed her legs, her skirt rode higher, and as the evening went on, it was clear that John was very much enjoying her company.
“Tell me, darling, do you think my friend is handsome?”
“Oh, he’s very handsome, Daddy.”
“Why don’t you give him a little kiss, then. Just to show him that you appreciate him.”
She squinted her eyes at me before turning to my old friend. He peered past her at me, and I offered him nothing in exchange. But when Kitty put her hand on the back of his head, leaned in, parted her lips, and kissed him ever so gently, he pulled her closer. Just when I thought the kiss would end, I saw her pink tongue dart from her mouth into his, and both of them gasped when they finally pulled away.
“She really is a good girl,” I said as she kicked her feet. John nodded and polished off his drink, attempting to hide the growing bulge in his suit pants.
“You really should see how she’s filling out; Kitty, you don’t mind, do you? John, reach up under that sweater and give her a feel. She’s simply delightful.”
Kitty nodded her head as he looked up at her, and then all three of us held our breaths as he slowly slid one hand under her sweater, up her stomach, and cupped her breasts, one after the other as my sweet girl moaned her enjoyment quietly into his ear.
“She’s coming along very well,” he said, making no effort to stop. “Quite delightful, as you said. Do you mind if I take this off? It’s a shame to cover her up now.”
“Not at all,” I said, motioning for him to continue. Kitty glared at me but didn’t stop him when he pulled her sweater off over her head and tossed it to the couch. He leaned back and looked at her, and I leaned in to do the same. Her small breasts were full and round, and her nipples were rock hard. When he touched her again, she squirmed and moaned, and I knew there was no going back.
In fact, we needed to move ahead full speed, or I was going to lose my mind.
“There’s a dear,” I said, moving closer to them as I took another sip of my drink. “Now, why don’t you open your legs so my friend can see how excited you get from being touched.”
“But Daddy!” She said, looking at me in mock surprise. “That’s private.”
“Don’t be a tease,” I said as John slid his hand up her thigh in spite of her protests. “Nobody likes a tease; besides, you’ve already let him feel you up and take off your shirt. And little girls who don’t wear panties, deserve what they get.”
Before she could protest any more, John’s hand found what it was looking for, and she squealed in surprise and delight as he began to gently touch her, rubbing his fingers up and down her soft, smooth lips before pushing two of them inside her.
“She’s positively soaking,” John said, pulling her back and parting her legs so I could get a better look. “Is she always like this?”
“Most of the time, but tonight is a little special. You see, I think she’s just realizing now that I’m going to let you fuck her. Assuming you’re interested, that is.”
Kitty gasped and covered her blushing face as John pulled his hand back and licked his fingers clean. He turned her to look at him and removed her hands as he held her close. When he lifted her chin and stared into her eyes, I thought she might burst, but then he stood her in front of him, unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to the floor.
My little girl was naked for all to see, and I was harder than I had been all week. Kitty looked over her shoulder at me, and I could see the love, the adoration, and the fear all mixing into one adorable and tender expression of devotion.
“Darling, why don’t you make us one more round of drinks before sucking his cock––run along, be a good girl.”
I wasn’t sure which of us was more eager to continue, but those few moments of waiting as Kitty struggled with the gin and the vermouth, her hands trembling as she attempted to mix the drinks, were some of the most erotic and enticing of my life. By the time she handed him his glass and then mine, I could see her excitement on her thigh, and her lips were positively glistening.
I pulled her to me by one hand, kissed her mouth, and then slapped her bottom before sending her on her way.
It would be utterly inappropriate for her Daddy to do more than that, but a man does have his limits.
Like the good girl that she is, Kitty knelt at John’s feet, undid his belt, pulled down his zipper, reach her little hand in, and pulled out his thick cock before sucking it between her candy lips like she was in love. John leaned back, sipped his martini, and casually rubbed his fingers through her hair as she began to take more and more of him with each heroic gulp.
“She’s quite good at this,” he said, raising his glass to me. “You’ve raised her well.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear it. You’ll have to tell me how it is to fuck her.”
“I suspect you’ll know right away,” John said, shoving her head down harder as he bit his lip. His voice grew deeper, and he raised his hips to meet her until he was fucking her throat as she dripped spit down the considerable length of his cock.
I stood and approached them slowly with drink in hand.
Kitty was beautiful in her degradation, and I was impressed with her skill. Nevertheless, one can only so much of an appetizer before diving into the main course. So, I sat down on the couch next to them and motioned to my old friend with a flip of my hand.
He nodded, finished his drink, and then pulled my darling girl up by her hair.
“Come lie on Daddy’s lap,” I said, patting my legs where I wished her to rest her head. Kitty wiped her mouth and then dutifully lay down, her legs parted as she settled on her back with her pretty head resting against my painful erection. John put his drink down, gripped his cock tightly in one hand, and then knelt between her legs and wet his thick head with her excitement.
“Are you really going to let him fuck me, Daddy?”
“Of course, Darling. Why do you think I invited him over? He’s been drying to have a go at you since your birthday, now be a good girl and show him how big you are.”
“Please, Daddy,” she whined as he began to inch his way into her spread pussy, filling her slowly as she looked up at me with tears in her ears. I brushed them away with my thumb before rubbing her swollen lips tenderly. Just as she began to on suck on my finger, John pushed his way through to the core, filling her in one final thrust.
Kitty cried out, John moaned, and I practically gagged her as I watched. It was a beautiful sight; there was no doubt of that. My little girl was lying on my lap, taking a large cock inside her tight pussy. Her legs were spread wide, her cunt was shaved smooth, and my dear friend appeared to be enjoying her as much as I had hoped.
The fact that she was crying as she sucked my finger like she could somehow swallow my love was a bonus.
By the time Kitty began to come––and it didn’t take long, I might add––John was red with exertion, and she was covered in sweat. I managed to get my cock out as well, and in spite of my better instincts, I turned her head and shoved it down her throat to block out her screams. John bottomed out within her, I told him to come inside her, and all three of us were no longer human.
Kitty cried as she swallowed my come, her cunt clenching around John as her orgasm flowed through her, and all the while, he let go within her, flooding her pussy with his cum until she was an aching dripping mess from head to toe. I reached down to touch her stained body as I finished in her mouth, and Kitty gasped for breath when I finally released her.
John arched his back, pushed into her three more times before pulling out and giving us all a treat by letting the last few drops land on her smooth mound for all to see. She clenched her fists, bit her hand, and then let out one final shiver of delight before collapsing on my lap.
My old friend pulled himself together and stood up, returning his weaponry to its rightful place. And as I lay there, the dear man moved to the bar, mixed three martinis, and then placed them on the coffee table just within reach of my darling girl and me.
Kitty leaned up and kissed me as she ran her fingers over her abused body, and I kissed her forehead as I reached for my drink. She blew John a kiss which he dutifully caught, and then all three of us let out glorious sighs of joy and contentment.
It was a beautiful way to start the evening, and not a one of us could have asked for anything more.