Daddy takes Kitten to the Theater

Kitten slipped on the new dress that Daddy had bought her. It was a beautiful yellow sundress that perfectly hugged her curves. She smiled as she smoothed the dress, appraising herself in the mirror. She twisted some of her dark auburn hair into a half up do and smiled again. Daddy was taking her to a play, and she was really excited to go. She loved doing things with Daddy, and Daddy loved the theater.

A tall reflection crossed behind her and she turned to see Daddy. She smiled up at him as he looked at her. He reached out and tenderly tucked a stray hair behind her ear before leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“You look stunning!” He ran his hand down her bare arm before intertwining his fingers with hers. Kitten looked down and grinned as her cheeks grew a soft pink.

“Thank you, Daddy.” He kissed her forehead softly and gently tugged her hand.

“Are you ready, Princess?” Kitten nodded, wrapping her arm around his as she followed him to the car.

He opened the door for her before walking around to the driver’s seat. Daddy’s hand soon made its way to Kitten’s thigh as they began the drive to the theater.

“That dress really does look fantastic on you, Princess.” Daddy gently squeezed her thigh.

“I really love it! Thank you for getting it for me.” Kitten softly leaned her head against Daddy’s shoulder, her fingers tracing the hand on her thigh. Daddy kissed the top of her head and slowly moved his hand up and under the seam of her skirt.

“And what panties are you wearing?”

“None.” Kitten giggled.

“Oh?” Daddy moved his hand to where the edge of her panties should have been, and finding nothing gently pressed his fingers into her flesh, “your such a little slut, teasing your Daddy like that!”

Kitten giggled and nuzzled against Daddy’s neck, “I’m your little slut.”

Daddy groaned as he slid his hand along her smooth mound. His fingers found her wetness and he groaned again, “already wet for me, little slut?”

Kitten giggled again and spread her legs a little, “yes Daddy.”

He glanced over at her with a big smile before pressing his fingers against her slit and gently slipping them along her opening. Kitten closed her eyes and let out a soft, gentle moan. Daddy’s fingers knew her body and he was rubbing her clit gently. Kitten’s hips rocked as she moaned and enjoyed the sensations Daddy’s fingers were providing. She arched and moaned, one hand gripped the car door and one hand gripped Daddy’s arm. Daddy smiled wide.

“Having fun, Little Slut?” Daddy slipped a finger into her warm cunt.

“Y-yes Daddy!” Kitten bit her lip as her moans filled the car. Daddy continued to work her body, grazing her g-spot and working her clit until she couldn’t take it anymore and she succumbed to the building orgasm. Her body shuddered and her head rolled forward as the orgasm washed over her. Daddy smiled and wiggled his finger one last time before pulling it out from her. He chuckled as a string of her juice continued to connect his finger to her.

“Better help me clean up the mess you made,” Daddy offered his finger to Kitten, who eagerly sucked it into her mouth. “Good girl.” Daddy smiled as Kitten cleaned herself off of his finger.

Kitten nestled against his arm the rest of the drive to the theater.

When they arrived, Daddy parked and opened the door for Kitten. He kissed her cheek as he helped her out holding her hand as they walked into the theater.

They found their seats and Daddy wrapped his arm around Kitten’s shoulders as she nestled against him. People filed in, filling most of the theater, but when the lights flickered signalling that the play would be starting, Kitten noticed they had the row to themselves.

The lights dimmed, the curtains rose, and the play began as Kitten’s hand slid across Daddy’s lap. Facing forward, she gently squeezed his thigh, catching her breath as she slid her hand higher up his thigh. Biting her lip, she continued to slide her hand until it rested on top of Daddy’s tumescent cock. Quickly glancing over at him, she unbuttoned his pants and slipped her hand inside, finding exactly what she was looking for.

Suddenly, she felt his hand on her wrist as he pulled her head towards his with his other. He warm breath in her ear, he whispered, “Needy little sluts better be prepared to finish what they start.”

Goosebumps crawled up Kitten’s skin and her breath caught as she whispered, “Yes sir.”

He released her and sat back, her hand easily releasing his erection from his pants. He stifled a groan as her hand slid down his length, tightly stroking him.

They sat there, pretending to watch the play, her hand stroking his erection. Sliding up and down, she gently ran her thumb over his head, gently pressing against it. Encouraged by a stifled groan from Daddy, Kitten’s pace quickened. Daddy’s fingers gripped her shoulder as he released into her hand. Daddy stifled another groan as she continued to stroke him.

Smiling, she stopped, his warm cum covering her hand.

“Oh Kitten…” Daddy’s whisper was barely audible over the rest of the audience’s laughter. Quietly, Kitten slipped out of her seat and positioned herself between his legs. Daddy looked at her with wide eyes.

“What are you doing,” he whispered.

“Cleaning my messes.” She ran her tongue along his still hard shaft before slowly sucking it into her mouth. He shifted and groaned a little louder, his hands coming to the back of her head. Kitten gripped his thighs as she sucked Daddy’s cock. Using a combination of her tongue and lips, she kept firm pressure on his cock. He gripped her hair, pulling her over him again and again. With a restrained groan, he came filling her mouth as she swallowed. With a smile she popped back into her seat right as the lights turned up for the intermission.

Kissing his cheek, she excused herself to the bathroom. After a few minutes, she slipped back into her seat and gently kissed Daddy’s neck. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her in and kissed the top of her head. The lights signaled the beginning of act two.

“I love you, Princess,” he whispered, “but do you know what’s going on?”

“I don’t have a clue!”