Another Date with Daddy part 2 (getting there)
I caught a ride share to the hotel. I was wearing as little as possible without drawing attention to myself as I got out of the car and stood at the Hotel's front entrance. How was I going to maneuver myself across that lobby, in front that desk and down that hall while still being able to stand naked at the door as Daddy ordered?
With the loosest sweatpants over my thigh highs, baggy sweat shirt covering my bitch titts and high heel shoes under my arm, I was able to saunter across the almost empty hotel lobby un-noticed. I made it to the nearest restroom to apply a little eyeliner and rouge as a finishing touch before making my journey down the hallway to Daddy's room, still not sure how I was going to pull the whole thing off. Oh, and did I forget to mention that I downed an entire bottle of Merlot in the ride share? So, I did have a little liquid courage to assist.
Making it to the hallway was no problem and as always hallway traffic on a hotel floor is hit and miss. So, there I was. My fat, drunk sissy ass pressed up against the hallway wall looking for the right time to peel off those clothes, put on those heels and knock on Daddy's door. I found a linen closet to store my sweats but it was on the other end of the hallway from Daddy's room. I knew I would have to walk my naked ass down that hallway and hope no one decides to exit their room in the process. I cool down and just go for it. In one swoop, I peel off my sweats, fold them, hide them in the linen closet, put on the heels and strut my naked ass down the hallway to Daddy's door in nothing but thigh high socks and heels. By the grace of God, no one comes out of the elevator or one of those rooms.
Heart beating out of my chest, I knock on the door. My being horny isn't even in the equation. I'm in survival mode now. I'll concentrate on the cure for my itch, once I'm on the other side of that door. I know the room isn't that big, so why does it take Him so long to answer? We all know why. The risk is half the turn on. The idea of me shivering my naked fat ass on the other side of that door, I have to believe had Him rock hard. The longer I stood out there, the colder I got, the more nervous I got and the tighter my little clit crawled up into my tanned, shaved naked body. I have to admit, the thought had me a little wet too in between the anxiety. I knock again. No answer. I need to keep my heart from exploding out of my chest and remain calm. So, I start to rub my clit and ass pussy while leaning against the door, whispering and begging for Daddy to let me in. I'm almost in tears in fear of getting caught. By now the eyeliner is slightly running from my eyes, which I didn't mind because it gave me that cheap whore look. But I usually don't obtain that look until after a few slaps across the face and an hour of gagging and choking on Daddy's dick. I hear a, "DING" down the hallway. I hear talking. Is it fainting in the opposite direction from the door I'm standing at? I can't be sure.
Fuck!!! I can't call time out. There's no one there to call it to. I can't get out of character. I left that option balled up, hidden in a closet 8 doors down. By now, I'm knocking and crying. I'm starting to wonder if He's even in the room. I'm just about to go into, "Fuck It" mode, take my chances and walk my naked, jiggly faggot ass back to that closet, get dressed and bounce. I'm already picturing myself begging the hotel manager to put the phone down and allowing me to leave peacefully. But, if I had that kind of courage, I wouldn't be a sissy in the first place.
I hear footsteps on the other side of the door, then a click. It opens. There stands Daddy, fully clothed as He gazes over His shivering, crying, naked little chubby whore and smirks.
Stand by for: Another Date with Daddy part 3 (whore for use)
With the loosest sweatpants over my thigh highs, baggy sweat shirt covering my bitch titts and high heel shoes under my arm, I was able to saunter across the almost empty hotel lobby un-noticed. I made it to the nearest restroom to apply a little eyeliner and rouge as a finishing touch before making my journey down the hallway to Daddy's room, still not sure how I was going to pull the whole thing off. Oh, and did I forget to mention that I downed an entire bottle of Merlot in the ride share? So, I did have a little liquid courage to assist.
Making it to the hallway was no problem and as always hallway traffic on a hotel floor is hit and miss. So, there I was. My fat, drunk sissy ass pressed up against the hallway wall looking for the right time to peel off those clothes, put on those heels and knock on Daddy's door. I found a linen closet to store my sweats but it was on the other end of the hallway from Daddy's room. I knew I would have to walk my naked ass down that hallway and hope no one decides to exit their room in the process. I cool down and just go for it. In one swoop, I peel off my sweats, fold them, hide them in the linen closet, put on the heels and strut my naked ass down the hallway to Daddy's door in nothing but thigh high socks and heels. By the grace of God, no one comes out of the elevator or one of those rooms.
Heart beating out of my chest, I knock on the door. My being horny isn't even in the equation. I'm in survival mode now. I'll concentrate on the cure for my itch, once I'm on the other side of that door. I know the room isn't that big, so why does it take Him so long to answer? We all know why. The risk is half the turn on. The idea of me shivering my naked fat ass on the other side of that door, I have to believe had Him rock hard. The longer I stood out there, the colder I got, the more nervous I got and the tighter my little clit crawled up into my tanned, shaved naked body. I have to admit, the thought had me a little wet too in between the anxiety. I knock again. No answer. I need to keep my heart from exploding out of my chest and remain calm. So, I start to rub my clit and ass pussy while leaning against the door, whispering and begging for Daddy to let me in. I'm almost in tears in fear of getting caught. By now the eyeliner is slightly running from my eyes, which I didn't mind because it gave me that cheap whore look. But I usually don't obtain that look until after a few slaps across the face and an hour of gagging and choking on Daddy's dick. I hear a, "DING" down the hallway. I hear talking. Is it fainting in the opposite direction from the door I'm standing at? I can't be sure.
Fuck!!! I can't call time out. There's no one there to call it to. I can't get out of character. I left that option balled up, hidden in a closet 8 doors down. By now, I'm knocking and crying. I'm starting to wonder if He's even in the room. I'm just about to go into, "Fuck It" mode, take my chances and walk my naked, jiggly faggot ass back to that closet, get dressed and bounce. I'm already picturing myself begging the hotel manager to put the phone down and allowing me to leave peacefully. But, if I had that kind of courage, I wouldn't be a sissy in the first place.
I hear footsteps on the other side of the door, then a click. It opens. There stands Daddy, fully clothed as He gazes over His shivering, crying, naked little chubby whore and smirks.
Stand by for: Another Date with Daddy part 3 (whore for use)
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