(Sugar) Fathers Day
A repost of mine from bb.
He wasn't really her father. Kiko didn't even know her biological father. This man was a father figure to her, though. He took her on lots of trips; he gave her a place to live; he bought her everything she needed or wanted, and lots of gifts too. Kiko called him daddy, and he loved it; he loved her. He loved to show her off, he loved to get off with her. She was his Sugar Baby, he was her Sugar Daddy.
So for father's day, it was only right for her to dress up in a white crop t-shirt with "Yes Daddy" written on it.
He also loved it when she got high and drunk. So before she left to meet him for brunch, she lit a joint and smoked it.
And poured a glass of wine. By the time the joint was gone, so was most of the bottle of wine. Kiko felt FINE, a bit high and a bit drunk. Perfect to meet her Sugar Daddy. But, it was too early to leave for the restaurant. And weed and alcohol made her horny. So she pulled up her shirt, and began to play with her boobs.
Then she decided to tease her daddy, and stood, swaying slightly, and took a photo to send him, one boob mostly covered by her shirt, the other not, showing the two black banddades in a x over her niple. Then she texted it to her daddy, with the message “Like my fathers day out fit, daddy?” As she waited for his reply, she sat and pondered if she had time for another joint.
He made her decision easy with his reply. “Yes, Baby girl. Smoke a(nother?) joint and drink a shot of whisky.” She replied with another picture, taken using the timer and a phone holder, both hands cupping her tits.
Then she poured a shot of whiskey and drank it, before lighting another joint. She took a drag, then sat it on an ashtray. As she exhaled, She agan cupped her tits with her hands.Kiko then took another hit, before returning the joint to the ash tray. This time, she just sat and enjoyed her growing buzz as she exhaled.
Then she eyed the bottle of whiskey, and
pondered if she shold drink another shot.
Again her daddy decided for her, “Good girl. Make it two shots of whiskey.” She took another picture, though her growing intoxication resulted in a third of her face swaying out of the frame.
So Kiko took a second
And sent both. Then she poured herself a shot of whiskey and drank. Then she poured another, slurring aloud, “Ddaddy said too shoss uhf wiskey, He-he.” giggling at her clever reasoning to drink more. She then sat again fiddling with her braids.
Then she took another hit of the joint. The room was getting rather smoky now, as she took another photo to send.
The reply back was, “Good girl. But I think that's enough weed and whiskey for now.” Kiko took the following, slightly pouty face photo in reply.
Her dad's reply was, ‘Are you high and drunk?” She was, and it was clear in the photo she took. Inorder to sit reasonably still, she had to support herself with both arms, and yet again a third of her face missed the frame when the phones timer went off.
She also noticed how smokey the room was, and stood. She weavered like the smoke around her, and then wove in a drunken path as cured as the smoke to the switch for the exhaust fan in the bathroom. Acople of tries later the fan was on. Kiko then unsteadily made her way back to her phone. She set the timer to take another, but this time all of her face was out of the picture due to her intoxication, the smoke well dissipated by that time.
So Kiko just sent them. Her daddy replied, “That's my little whisky and weed girl. I bet you're horny too?”
She was. She leaned back on one arm, and began to rub her pussy through her white lace panties as her camera's timer snapped the next photo to send him.
She didn't send it right away, as she continued to rub her pussy. She only sent the photo after she made herself cum.
Her Daddy replied, “That's Daddy's baby girl. Finish your weed, pull your shirt down, get your shoes and come meet Daddy. Your uber driver Trisha should be waiting for you by the time you get down stairs.”
Kiko read the text, and then did as told, then leaned back and snapped a selfie in response.
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