Daddy picked me up in the usual place after practice. Right after school, I’d stuffed my spankies and my panties in my bag so there was nothing under my skirt, taking a minute to check myself out in the restroom mirror.

I knew that Daddy would think I looked superhot in my cute little skirt and tight top, damp with perspiration from a vigorous workout. I liked it when Coach drove us hard. It always gave me such an endorphin rush, leaving me super horny.

“You look so fuckable, baby girl.” He drew the word ‘so’ out, like he really meant it, making me blush a little. 

“I look good for you, Daddy.”

My pulse raced as he reached over to brush my loose hair back from my face, his gaze electric as our eyes met until I broke and looked away, much to his amusement.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Do you want to be my little slut? Do you want me to use you like a whore? Do you want me to defile your tight teen body?”

I didn’t answer at first, breathless, pure lust burning between my thighs and deep within.

“I want you to lose control, Daddy.”

“We’ll see,” he chuckled as he drove, his hand resting on my bare thigh, moving slowly under the hem of my skirt.  “We’ll see.”

I thought maybe he needed a little more incentive, so I pulled my skirt farther up so he could get a good look at what was hidden underneath.

“Fuck, baby.”

“You like looking at my underage cunt, Daddy?” I teased, framing my pussy with my index and middle finger. I was so wet already. “It’s all yours.”

I smiled when he let out a soft grunt of pure desire.

Same parking lot, same hotel. As we got out, he grabbed a small pack from the back seat, throwing it over one shoulder.

“What’s that?” I asked, curiously.

“Never mind,” was his brusque answer as he grabbed my bicep and guided me across the lot so quickly that I stumbled, keeping up.

The lobby was empty. Just the guy at the front desk, the same guy who was always there. I could tell he recognized us.  Or he recognized me, at least. I don’t think he was paying much attention to Mr. Thompson.

“Need a room for…. Daddy paused, glancing over at me thoughtfully. An hour should be enough.”

“212 is free.”

He grabbed a key off a hook on the wall and placed it on the counter, leering at me, mostly at my stiff, swollen nipples as they poked through my thin cheerleading top.

“Pay the man, Katy.”

I blinked a couple of times, surprised. Daddy always paid. Besides. I’d left my bag under the front seat of the SUV.

“I don’t have my wallet, Daddy.”

“Guess you’re going to have to figure out something else then.”

His voice was dark. Stern. Cold even, and it left me shivering as I stared at him, mouth gaping, speechless, and then, hesitantly, pulling my skirt up and showing the desk guy my pussy.

“Fuck me,” he mouthed as his gaze shifted from my tits to my cunt, smacking his lips as he took in my smoothly shaved mound. 

“Fuck. You are a lucky dude.”

I couldn’t keep the blush from my face as I stood there, frozen, exposed, and thoroughly turned on by his attention.

“Would you like to touch her?”

Startled, I made an unintelligible noise meant as a protest. It died on my lips when Daddy put his hand between my shoulder blades and gave me a little nudge.

“Give him a feel, baby girl.”

I could hear the command in his voice, and it sent a thrill through me. I felt deliciously dirty as I slowly walked around the counter and stood before him. I didn’t even know his name. Just a guy who rented us a room by the hour so we could fuck.

I stood there, nervously, exposing myself simply because Daddy had told me to.  I could see it on his face. He was imagining what it would be like to take his cock out and shove it in me. Right here. Right now. I glanced down. There was a bulge in his pants. It was hard to tell how big he was. Big enough. I felt my breathing go shallow as he moved closer, reaching out. palm up. I braced for it, for the moment when I’d feel his fingers on my pussy. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, my heart pounding against my ribs.

I let out a soft gasp of pleasure as he cupped me, rubbing his middle finger up and down my slit, focusing on my face. I could imagine what he could see.  My wide blue eyes framed by light lashes. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I panted softly, reacting to the feel of a stranger degrading me as I stood there and allowed him. It was surreal. I felt so exposed and more than a little ashamed. I didn’t care.

“That’s enough,” Daddy snapped after a few minutes of me being slowly finger fucked in the lobby. I’d almost forgotten he was there, watching. Almost, but not quite. Hurriedly, I let go of my skirt as soon as he withdrew. A moment later, I felt Daddy’s hand resting on my shoulder. It felt possessive, and I liked that.  

“Good girl.”

I smiled, backing up until I could feel him against me, his bulge nestled against the small of my back. “Come on, now, baby girl. Time to be naughty for Daddy.”

Room 212, other than a few changed details – like the picture on the wall – looked like the other rooms we’d been using. Ushering me into the bathroom, he turned until I faced him, hands around my slender waist as he lifted me up on the counter.

“Stay.”

Giggling a little, I barked like a dog, causing him to grin wickedly and pet me on the top of my head.

“Good girl. Want to be Daddy’s little bitch?”

I woofed again, wondering what he had in mind, thinking this could be fun as he set his pack next to me, unzipping it.

“Going to have to look the part.”

He pulled out a collar. Not a thick black one like they usually had in BDSM videos. A dog collar. It was kind of cute. Pink leather with a silver oval tag and a ring for a leash.  He held it so I could read the tag.  Baby Girl.  I felt my pulse pick up as I met his eyes.

“Who do you belong to, Baby girl?”

“You, Daddy,” I said breathlessly. “I belong to you.” And yes, I meant every word.

“Good girl,” he praised, petting me again before putting it on me. It wasn’t too tight. Just tight enough to make me aware that I was wearing it. That I’d just taken another step into the unknown. Something in my gut told me that I was surrendering a little bit more of myself and that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to recover it again. Not that I really cared.

“You look very pretty. Such a sweet little girl.”

Blushing, I let him lift me off the sink again and turn me so I could see my reflection in the mirror.

“From now on, every time I pick you up, I expect to see you wearing it. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy. Promise.”

“Now put your hands on the counter, baby, and watch. No matter what happens, keep them there.”

Placing my hands flat on the cool counter, I stared at my reflection in the mirror and at him, standing behind me.

He was gentle at first. Stroking his strong hands through my hair. Tracing my jawline with his fingertip. Kissing the back of my head tenderly.

“Who do you belong to, Katy?”

“You, Daddy,” I managed, my voice shaking as he began working the zipper on my uniform down my back.

“What are you?”

“Your… slut?”

“Mmhmm. What else?”

I watched his eyes, then his hand as he tapped a finger against the nametag on my collar”

“Your… pet, Daddy?”

“My bitch.”

He began to peel my top down, exposing my tits. I stared at my stiff and swollen nipples, thinking I looked pretty hot, watching as he reached around and pinched them until I let out a soft sob.

“You’re doing good, baby girl. Just let it happen.

My uniform slid down my legs, piling on the tiled floor at my feet. My breaths were growing labored as his hand settled possessively on my hips and the tip of his cock pressed between my slick pussy lips.

“Pay attention, bitch. Daddy is going to fuck you. He’s going to cum inside your tight little fuck hole. You are not allowed to cum. If you do, I am going to have to punish you. Got it?”

Instead of answering, I let out a soft bark. I was his bitch, after all. I felt him chuckle as he pressed against me, forcing me against the counter as he pushed his thick cock into my receptive cunt.

And then, he started fucking me fast and hard.

I felt so used. So owned. It was electric watching my face as a mixture of emotions and pleasure washed over it. I was panting. Drooling. My lashes fluttered, and my cheeks pinkened. I began to moan, gasping every time he shoved himself deeper into me.

I felt him thicken, and I began to clench, trying my best to milk him as he fucked me from behind. I felt myself being pushed to the edge. Remembering his words, I fought hard not to fall off the edge of the cliff, even if I wanted to cum in the worst possible way. I could see the struggle on my face. Daddy could see it too.

“Good girls don’t cum,” he growled.

“Fuck, was all I could think of to say. And then, I felt him swell, pausing before thrusting into me, this time not pulling out as he began to fill me with cum, His fingers tightening painfully, leaving me desperate to let go, unable to.

I let out a sob, clenching again and being rewarded with a shuddering moan as he pumped another load into my overheated pussy.

We stood there, gazes locked in the mirror, his cock slowly softening until he pulled out of me. I could feel his cum running down the insides of my thighs, some of it dripping on the tiles.

“You’re making a mess, baby girl.” I felt his breath against my ear and shivered with unfulfilled desire.

“Sorry, Daddy,” I said, still panting.

“Get down on your hands and knees and clean it up.”

I didn’t move. I just stood there watching as he ran his finger through my ponytail before gripping it possessively and yanking.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” He growled.

Panicking, I grabbed one of the hand towels off the counter and knelt. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to do.

“Did I tell you to use a towel, Katy?”

“No,” I winced. “But-“

“Lick it up.”

My face burned with humiliation as I knelt on the floor, naked and exposed, and put my head down and began to lick. I could feel tears starting to well up as I imagined all the things that had probably happened here. People fucking. Pissing. Pooping. And here I was licking cum. What was even worse, it was turning me on a little. Daddy was standing over me, watching, fully clothed except for his zipper being down, his cock dangling from the opening in his trousers. Shiny with my pussy juices and his cum.

“Every last drop.”

I kept licking, not stopping when I felt the toe of his shoe sliding along my inner thigh and pressing against my pussy.

“Spread ‘em.”

I spread, exposing myself, a shiver of pleasure shooting through me as I felt the tip of his shoe rubbing against my clit.

“You are such a dirty little slut, Katy.”

“I know, Daddy.”

 I wanted to come so bad, but I didn’t dare.

He made me keep licking until the floor was clean, occasionally teasing my pussy with his foot.

“Clean my cock.”

In another life, I would have refused to be treated like this. That was before Mr. Thompson had become my Daddy and unlocked something inside of me. Now it sent a thrill through me.

I raised up on my knees and started licking his cock, humming softly as it started to thicken again, swirling my tongue over his cockhead and then along his shaft, finally taking his balls, one at a time, in my mouth and sucking. He was getting hard again. I felt him twitch as I took him in my mouth again, sliding my lips along his cock until I gagged.

“Feels good,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair, holding my head still as he started fucking my mouth. I was drooling. All over his cock, and down my chin. I could feel it hitting my tits as he slowly face fucked me. Swallowing as best as I could, I cupped his balls. Fondling them carefully as I fought for breath, my throat full of cock.

“Going to,“ he managed as he pulled out suddenly and blew his load all over my face. I felt it hitting my lips, cheek, nose, lashes. Everywhere. It was dripping down my face as I knelt there, fighting for breath. I hadn’t even realized that I’d started playing with myself until he said something. And then, reluctantly, I stopped, leaving myself completely unsatisfied. I wanted more, and yet he denied me. It was cruel, and yet, I found myself craving it.

Afterward, he sat me on the counter again and dressed me, drawing the zipper back up slowly while I trembled at his intimate touches against my warm flesh. When I went to wipe his cum off my face, he stopped me. He wouldn’t let me wash the cum from my thighs either.

“You can shower when you get home,” he said. “And don’t you dare come until I give you permission.  You're my bitch now, Katy. Don’t forget that.”  He tapped the tag hanging from my collar. “You belong to me. Understood?”

I nodded, my heart beating too hard and too fast. I reached up and touched the collar.

“Keep this on too. Tell your mom it’s a school fad or something.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said softly, a thrill raising goosebumps all over me.

“Let’s get going,” he said, smacking my bottom. “Don’t want Angie starting to wonder.”

He let me get into the car before turning in the room key. Luckily, my mom wasn’t home when I was dropped off, seeing as I still wore Daddy’s cum on my face and legs.

Before I got out of the car, He pushed his hand under my skirt and teased my clit until I thought he was going to make me cum. Then just stopped, leaving me a wet, needy mess.

“Angie is visiting her mom next weekend. She’s taking the kid, so clear your weekend. I’ll be in touch.”

And then he was gone, and I was in my room, wet with anticipation, desperate to fingerfuck myself into a frenzy. I would have Daddy all to myself.