Daddy s Daughter Gracie
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Darkening the doorway as she let her eyes adjust, Gracie took in the bar that she was entering. At the bar to her left was a young couple lost in each other. Down at the other end of the bar was a nice-looking woman; mid-twenties, she surmised. Along the tables to her right was a group of men talking about the upcoming Super Bowl. Too much testosterone there, she thought.
She stood in the door with the sun at her back. In the transparent low cut top she was wearing, anyone from the inside could see the silhouette of her body, though her breasts were in the shadow she was casting. Her short skirt came mid to high thigh, and her three-inch heels closed out her look; she was on a mission. At 5’4” tall, 120 pounds, and 36D-cup breasts, she was a head-turner. Her blue eyes and frosted brunette hair cut to the neck finished off a beautiful package.
The cut in her loose-fitting blouse, nearly to her navel, did little to hide her breasts. What was covered was clearly visible through the material. Her erect, studded nipples were clearly on display.
After scanning the room, she locked on the woman at the end of the bar. She was, after all, perfect for the task that Daddy had given her. Remembering the message she received earlier from him, she slowly walked toward the good looking blonde woman.
The message had read:
You are to go to Frank’s Hangout and start a conversation with a woman of your choosing. You are to seduce this woman and go with whatever direction this effort takes you. Dress so there is no doubt about your intentions.
What is he thinking!? I’ve never been with a woman! And why did I respond with “Yes Daddy”?’she asked herself.
The woman looked to be about her size and had what looked to be very nice C-cup breasts.
Candy was enjoying a vodka tonic after a long day at work. She didn’t usually stop here during the week because of work but this evening she decided she needed to unwind. She was halfway through her cocktail when a woman entered the bar and stood in the doorway surveying the room. Nice figure, she thought, wish she would get out of the sun so I could get a good look at her.
Candy was single and it had been a while since she had been with anyone intimately. That was part of her need to unwind...she needed something more than her dildo, and she needed it soon. Being wound too tight was starting to show. As the woman in the doorway began to move her way, she could see that her top was very low-cut and transparent. Candy could not help but stare at the woman’s large breasts with pierced nipples clearly visible as she approached her. Damn, those tits are gorgeous! she thought.
Candy was for the most part straight but was always open for a little pussy action if it came up, and this looked good so far. The nervous smile the woman gave her made her take a deep breath and she felt her pussy tingle…But why? she wondered.
Pointing to the barstool next to her, “Hi, can I sit here with you?” Gracie asked.
“Uh…sure!” Candy answered. Candy’s eyes bulged out as Gracie moved onto the barstool. Her top was loose and her tit came into full view as she sat down.
“Oops!” Gracie blushed, pulling her blouse back over her breast. “Sorry about that, I’m Gracie,” she said, extending her hand.
“Candy,” she replied as she gently took her hand. “I love your tits, I mean top!” Candy stammered. Through a shy smile, “Well, thank you, that was the plan,” Gracie answered.
The bartender came up and Gracie ordered a Crown and Diet Coke, double, tall. “And bring another for my new friend too, please.”
Gracie glanced down at Candy’s legs, noticing her skirt had ridden up above the top of her stockings. Sexy, she thought. “I like your stockings, Candy, and your legs are beautiful too!” she managed to get out without stuttering.
“Thanks!” Candy said, smiling. “I hate full nylons.”
“Me too, girl! Thigh-highs are so much more comfortable and I feel sexy in them,” Gracie said as she ran her finger along the top band of Candy’s stocking, looking her in the eye as she did. “Is this OK? I mean, do you mind me touching you like this?” Candy’s pussy started flowing into her white lace thong.
“No, I like how that feels. What’s going on here, Gracie?”
The bartender brought their drinks and set them in front of the ladies. She smiled, taking in Gracie’s tits and noticed her hand high on Candy’s thigh. Damn, I’d like to be on that side of the bar right now, she thought as she felt her pussy tingle. Smiling at Gracie, she pushed her drink to her. “Nice tits, maybe I can see them up close sometime,” she said, then walked away.
Gracie blushed as the bartender walked off, then turned to Candy. “Well, how do I say this? I want to have some fun with a woman, sexually. I thought I’d see if I could find someone to play with me.” Looking into Candy’s eyes for a reaction, she felt warm and continued. “I put this outfit on and came here. I am so nervous and my pussy is absolutely drenched from my excitement as well!” She turned toward Candy on the barstool and let her legs open. With her skirt high on her thighs, she was giving Candy a full shot of her shaved pussy, which was indeed dripping down across her ass and staining the skirt. “See, feel.” She reached for Candy’s hand and placed it on her pussy.
Candy gasped, took in a sharp breath, and then moaned from Gracie placing her hand on her pussy. “Oh my, you ARE soaked!” she said. She stroked the pussy, gently opening up Gracie’s folds and slipping a finger inside her. Gracie moaned and leaned over and kissed Candy deeply, pushing her tongue into her mouth. Sitting back on her stool, she removed her hand from Candy’s and took a drink of her cocktail.
Candy did not remove her hand from Gracie’s pussy. Instead, she started to stroke her finger slowly in and out of it. She took a drink of her cocktail and smiled at Gracie. “You’re really something!” she said. Gracie’s eyes were glazing over as she gazed into Candy’s. “Why are you being so forward, honey? Tell me what is going on with you.” She added a finger, sliding them in and out of Gracie’s pussy. Gracie gripped her fingers tightly with her pussy.
“OK, I guess I can tell you.” She reached for her phone in her purse, opened up Daddy’s text, and handed the phone to Candy. “This is why I am acting so urgent, so aggressive.” Gracie felt something building deep within her from Candy’s fingering and moaned loudly.
Candy read the text. Holy shit! she thought. Feeling Gracie’s legs open wider, she started fingering her faster.
“That is so fucking hot!” they both heard the bartender say. “Make her cum! I want a taste of it when she does.”
Gracie was in a complete daze and locked eyes with Candy.
“Will you cum for me, Gracie?” she asked.
All Gracie could do was moan and nod her head as her legs were beginning to quiver. She gripped the bar so tight her knuckles were white and then said, “Cumming!” loudly to Candy - loud enough for the entire bar to hear - and showered Candy’s hand as she squirted.
Candy slowed her pace as Gracie came down from her orgasm. She removed her fingers from Gracie’s pussy and licked one clean.
“Mmmmm,” she said…then offered the other finger to the bartender, who greedily sucked it clean.
“Fuck me, that’s good! Babe, you’re fucking crazy…and amazing.” She grabbed Gracie’s phone, typed her name and number into it and laid it in front of Gracie. “I’m Samantha…call me Sammi,” she said as she turned and walked away. “Call me, please!” she said over her shoulder as she walked down the bar.
Gracie and Candy sat silent, gazing into each other’s eyes. Gracie had done what Daddy had told her, but she did not realize the feelings she would have. She felt a connection to Candy that she had never felt with anyone before.
Finally, Gracie started giggling. “Well, that happened fast!” she said. “Thank you, Candy, for that,” leaning over and gently kissing her.
Candy held the back of her head and kissed her back hard. “Thank you, Gracie, that was amazing! I don’t want this to be the end.” She nodded toward the phone and said, “I know you did this because you were told to, but I think you enjoyed that. And you certainly have been openly sexual with me.”
Gracie smiled and looked down at the floor. Then she looked back at Candy. “I did enjoy it and I do want to experience more.” She kissed Candy again, then said, “Will you come home with me, Candy?”
“Hell yes! I am so turned on, and feel so close to you!” Candy replied.
Gracie picked up her phone and typed a text to Daddy:
Done, Daddy. I am not finished and am bringing my friend home. I want her to myself first, but maybe we can play with her after I make love to her? See you soon.
She showed the text to Candy with an eyebrow cocked. “What do you think?”
Candy read the text, then kissed Gracie deeply. "Send the text, and then let’s get out of here.”
Gracie hit 'send'.
To be continued…
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Author’s note: I had planned to take a break from writing and submitting stories to Literotica when I reached 300 submissions. I know I said that when I reached 100 and again when I reached 200 submissions but many of you loyal readers asked me to continue. Many of you also sent me story lines and topics to write about, some more detailed than others. Recently I received an e-mail from Peggy Sanford who has written several stories for Literotica and you can see Peggy’s profile and photo under...
Businessman Is Forcibly Transformed Into A Sissy By Sissycuckold It was a warm summer's day when it all began; I was a successful 34 year old, businessman man, with a large house, flash car, and a beautiful wife. As it was a Sunday I was out for any early morning walk, having just finished making love to my 27 year old wife Lorna, when suddenly a large black car screeched to a halt just before me. In a flash 4 burly men jumped out and I was unceremoniously...
and shorts; his cock and balls swaying in front of him. Mary smiled, leaned forward again and nuzzled Carol's silky cunt-hair, flattening it out to the sides and exposing her sensuous pink slit to their view. Then she stuck her tongue up inside it. Carol groaned happily and bucked her hips. John was standing over them now, stroking his thick cock while he gazed dreamily down at his sister's inviting pussy. Pushing a finger back up inside Carol's dewy cunt, Mary explored its...
"My parents are celebrating their anniversary this weekend, and they're planning a family party. I'd like to take tomorrow off and fly down - if it's alright with you, of course." Lucy Parsons came around the desk and stood close to him. He caught a flash of tanned thigh as her skirt flap parted. "This must be a first. A new lawyer showing consideration for the firm." "Isn't that the way it's done?" "Not usually. Young lawyers are a fairly arrogant lot, and favors...
Hello Everyone This is pradeep back again with the continuation of my first submission(IT’s NOT JUST LOVE MAKING),And people who does not read my first story please I request you to read my previous submission which was the first part,so that you can have a great brief introduction of the my story which im gonna share you all. So to say about me,I am Pradeep (Name Changed),From (Vadapalani) Chennai.Iam 21 years old and i am living in a private home.I am 5.9 with athlete body and average in...
I was young for my post but I had been doing it as a deputy it for several years with the old sheriff's forester. My father was a baron but I was only a younger son so I was not going to inherit. I carried the heavy stag into kitchen and ignored the quiet that fell. I shifted it off my shoulder and onto the large butcher table, "I took this from a poacher Anna." She wiped her hands as she crossed the kitchen, "how long..." I snorted as headed into the Keep, "a half day." When I...
September 1981, Milford, Ohio Kara came into the living room when the dishes were done and took my hand and led me to the den. We sat in our chairs, as her father insisted. “Did you put your mom up to that ice cream date?” I asked. “No! I was just as surprised as you were. I could tell that dad was really upset at her. And when you stepped in, I thought he was going to blow a gasket. You agreed with him and made him look bad at the same time. And then, when mom did that thing with the...
The studio lights go up, the audience cheers and applauds. Max Weinman, the slick studio host, launches into his well-rehearsed patter. "Welcome, welcome, welcome to another game of Beat the Forfeit. As always, we have two couples competing for tonight's jackpot of one hundred thousand pounds. First, in the studio, we have Jim and Russell. Let's meet them." Two men stand behind smart game-show lecterns each displaying a score of zero. Max touches the collar of his open necked shirt, tugs...
Lisa's head swam. She was so damn horny it was difficult for her to think straight. Every inch of her skin felt alive and sensitive. Her puffy and extended nipples even more so. Her cock ached with pleasure even as permanently limp as it now was. Even her balls, shriveled and atrophied as they now were, also ached with pleasure. Her ass was even worse. It felt empty now that Master Carl had removed the plug. Not that the plug helped much with that horniness. Oh, it filled her up...
We’re in the boring, flat, concrete car park, surrounded by boring family cars, looking at the boring red-brick buildings that combine to form the Beddingham International School. But here comes the excitement... She’s sexy, with a fuck-me-but-don’t-fuck-with-me face and long blonde hair is swept around to the side of her head and hangs infront of one shoulder. Her accent, friendly southern English but with a distinct Eastern European edge. “Hello, and welcome to a new series of ‘The...
(Fictional story told from Female point of view) My husband Ron and I like to play sexual games. One game that we sometimes play is Forfeits, this is where I am given some task to fulfil and if I fail I have to take a note from the Lucky Dip jar and act out whatever is written on it. These have ranged from relatively mild things, such as leaving off my panties and flashing my nakedness in a pub, to very severe things like inviting a strange Master from a sex contact mag, to come and beat me....