The Exhibition (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

Daddy proceeded to finger fuck my asshole, using a couple of different fingers. After about half an hour, I was already used to it, I was more relaxed and it actually felt good. I was ready to take his cock in.

“Daddy, give it to me.” – I pleaded as he ignored me.

“Sweetlips, you’re not ready yet.”

Daddy used his cock and rubbed it all over me: from my ass to my pussy and back again. This time, he didn’t enter me. I heard him jerking off and I felt the hot stream of cum dripping on my ass.

Daddy stood up and put his pants back on: “Clean yourself, sweetlips. It’s time to go.”

Chapter 8

We left the house and picked up my three friends: Laura, Sally and Ann. They were all my age and when it came to looks, we were pretty much the same: all tall, all model-like. After all, we were all cheerleaders. I was sitting in the front with Daddy while the three of them were in the back. They were all giggling of course, the excitement of the trip ahead was taking its toll. I was excited for the trip too, but at the same time I was extremely bummed for not being allowed to orgasm. It was driving me insane at that point and it didn’t help that I could feel Daddy’s smell so close to me.

Daddy was quiet, I could tell he was trying to play the “adult” role. He was stealing looks at my friends and I knew he found them all attractive. After all, Daddy wasn’t that old and with his looks, it all seemed as if he was just one very lucky guy.

We got to the airport, checked in and took off. Nothing too significant happened on the flight except for me catching him staring at us.

Once we got to Vegas, we left the airport and took a cab to the ESQUIRE RESORT. Mom had everything planned out, and everything was luxurious and beautiful. She simply wanted her daughter to have the best 19th birthday possible. Once we stepped in the ESQUIRE RESORT, I swear everyone was staring at us! Well, more specifically, everyone was staring at Daddy. At first, we were taken aback, but then we realized with two of us on his one hand, and the other two on his other hand, everyone was staring at Daddy because they were jealous! They all probably thought we were with him. My friends and I, we loved the attention and started giggling like teenagers do, completely ignoring daddy’s plea to behave. As we were making our way to the check in counter, a guy walks up to us and asks daddy: “How much for the girls?”

“Excuse me?” – Daddy retorted.

“You know man, specimens like this get expensive. But, I’m willing to pay the price.” – The man confidently replied. It was obvious the man had mistaken Daddy for a pimp, and he though the four of us were high-priced hookers.

I’ve never seen Daddy like that: his whole face flushed red, he stood very still zooming in on the man and barking at him: “Fuck off you sick bastard! I’m their daddy!”

The four of us were all falling down from laughter as we thought it hysterically funny to be mistaken for expensive whores. We never actually realized how angry Daddy was.

“Ok, man, I get it. You’re their 'daddy'.” – The man said, using his fingers in air quotes, when he emphasized the word 'daddy'. The man laughed, as daddy looked at him: “They’re my daughters, you sick fuck!” -He barked.

Realizing his folly, the man looked down and walked away immediately. My friends and I were laughing, calling daddy “our hero”, only to have Laura remember how the man said “you’re their daddy” and we all started calling him “our daddy”, in a very sexual way. As much as my friends were joking about it, the sound of saying “daddy”, had always turned me on. From that moment on, I couldn’t stop thinking about taking his clothes off.

All my friends kept calling him “daddy”, accenting the word like I myself normally do when him and I are alone, and all I kept thinking about was what we had done these last 2 days. It was literally driving me up the wall every second, I was regretting having my friends there. All I wanted was to fuck daddy’s brains out.

Chapter 9

We checked in the hotel only to discover mom had booked one of their finest suites for us! It was absolutely fantastic! The suite was enormous, four bedrooms, huge living room, a bar, a big balcony and a hot tub. It definitely looked like something out of a movie and we were all thrilled to be there.

My friends and I were behaving like 18 year olds do: yelling in excitement, jumping up and down, trying each other’s dresses…you know, the works. Daddy was sitting quietly in front of the TV, observing. I made it a point to walk out and model for him: from miniskirts to bikinis, I needed his eyes on me. Unfortunately, all my friends thought it was a good idea, so the next thing you know, all four of us are modeling in front of the TV, saying stuff like:

“Hey daddy look at me!”

“Who’s your favorite girl, daddy?”

“Do you like what you see daddy?"

Just by looking at him, I knew he was getting uncomfortable. So much, that he needed to

readjust his pants a few times.

Finally, we were all ready to go out! It was time to relax and have some fun! Daddy took us down to the strip of casinos. The air, the people, the hotels around us…it was as if we were in a fairytale! Millions of bars and restaurants around us, people dressed up funny, hookers, gamblers…all of it! We were so happy to be able to see it all! During our walk, we had to stop at a MINI MART for water and stuff like that. Ann noticed the MINI MART sold liquor, which, I thought very odd, but this was Vegas baby! All four of us literally jumped on Daddy, tugging him and begging him to buy some booze so we can all drink.

This was all happening right in the middle of the MINI MART and boy, we got some strange looks. There were quite a few people in there, they were all eyeing Daddy simply because they couldn’t believe his luck! They all thought he was actually with us! I saw Daddy look at the people around us, but unlike in the hotel, his eyes were different now: it was as if he was saying: “these are mine, don’t touch!”

We kept begging him to buy some booze and he kept refusing in. Finally, I stepped right in front of him, literally walked into his personal space, leaned in and whispered: “Daddy do it for me. I promise you won’t regret it.”

He starred at me for a while, before finally exhaling: “Fine. But, you girls have to promise me NO ONE will ever know I did this. Promise not to tell your parents or your friends at home. I can get in HUGE trouble, you know!”

“We promise! I promise! I swear!” – The four of us were yelling as he finally went up to the cash registry and bought a whole bag of booze. While he was waiting in line, I saw him sneaking a peak at us: his eyes moved from our legs to our breasts, he eyed each of us separately. I knew what he was doing as I’d seen that look before and it was clear to me he was longing for all of us. Our firm bodies, long legs, great racks, it was all circling in his head and I decided to make this a night he will never forget.