Becoming Daddy's Little Halloween Princess - Sex Stories

Becoming Daddy's Little Halloween Princess

... Scotch. I noticed Daddy looking at me. Then, we locked eyes again. "You make me feel like a big stupid lug sometimes," Daddy said, almost in a whisper. I looked down. There was another pause. "I feel like you tease me a little bit, too, sometimes." I looked up and gave Daddy a little smile. "But I like it when you tease me." We sat looking at each other, sipping our drinks. "You look so beautiful tonight, Timmy. It makes me want to call you Kimmy instead." I smiled again. "You are so pretty, Kimmy. Why is it that you are such a pretty little princess?" "You make me feel pretty, Daddy." I looked at Daddy, but this time I batted my eyes, parted my lips. I wanted to look sexy. He held my gaze. Then, Daddy got up, refilled our glasses, and put on some Middle Eastern belly dance music. "This won't wake up Mommy. She's out cold." He took pillows from the sofa, threw them on the floor, and made himself comfortable on the pillows, like the Sheikh of Araby. "Dance for Daddy," he said. "Be my secret harem girl tonight, Kimmy." I stood. I felt the music first in my fingertips. The music moved through my fingers and my hands and wrists began snaking sensuously in the air. My shoulders responded next and soon my long blond hair was swaying as well. Then the music moved into the core of my being and took over my hips. As the music swelled, my hips gyrated. My eyes were mostly closed, but I would take little glances of Daddy, looking like a grand pirate, sprawled at my feet, enjoying the ...

... show. I swirled and swirled, my hips swiveling, and though a virgin, the music, the drink, the evening, brought out a sensuality deep in my soul and made me feel as though I was making love. I ground my hips to the music feeling like a woman being driven to ecstasy by the thrusting into the center of her body of a hard, powerful cock. I had been totally lost in the music and the response of my body. I hadn't been aware that Daddy had unbuckled his pants and was stroking his large and growing cock. I straddled him, dancing over him. Then he got to his knees and put his hands on my swiveling hips. My own penis started hardening, which was not good because I had it tucked away as best I could. I changed tempo, slowing my hips, and taking Daddy's head in my hands. His hands, meanwhile stroked my back and then came down and he cupped my derriere. I lost my balance and sort of fell onto the sofa. Daddy rose up. He pulled off his pirate shirt, kicked off his pants, and stood in front of me, naked. He was gorgeous, a passionately hungry expression on his handsome face, broad shoulders, hairy chest, bulging biceps, and a ramrod cock sticking up straight and tall. I had waited so long. I wanted him so much. "Do you want to be Daddy's special little princess?" "Yes, Daddy." "Promise not to tell Mommy?" "Yes, Daddy." "Would you like me to call you Kimmy instead of Timmy when we're alone together?" "Oh, yes, Daddy, I would love that." "Okay, Kimmy. I think you are beautiful and sensual and ...