Danielle's Diary: A Casino Run and A Dinner Date

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Danielle's Diary

The Amorous Exploits of a New Jersey T-Girl

Episode 1: "Vacation in Atlantic City!

Chapter IX: Shopping and Businessmen"

by DanielleStefani997@yahoo.com

Copyright(c)2023 Danielle Stefani, All Rights Reserved

Day 7: Saturday

Danielle quietly padded around the room in the semi-darkness dressed only in her untied lavender satin robe; it fluttered gracefully as she stepped about. The light from the breaking dawn was giving her just enough light to see. She'd awakened a little while earlier and kept herself busy by tidying up what little mess the two of them had made. It was still a bit early to wake Jason; she had some errands to run this morning and wanted to take him shopping, but that couldn't be done until at least 9AM.

She noiselessly lowered herself comfortably into the easy chair and settled down to wait, folding her legs under her. She had her iPad with her and although she did log onto the internet, a few minutes after, she found herself gazing at her sleeping lover. Jason lay on his back, one arm above his head, one resting along his left side, breathing softly; his body glowed slightly in the slowly-brightening morning light. Her gaze trailed from his peaceful face down his chest and abdomen, to his bare feet; the only part of his body she couldn't see, was his pelvic area that he unconsciously covered at some point after she got out of bed. She watched his chest rise and fall gently with each breath he took. Danielle smiled softly as she replayed many of their interactions from the past week. Not necessarily the sexual ones, though they were hot memories; she mainly replayed their initial meeting and subsequent interactions, both romantic and humorous. She felt a warmness in her heart when she looked at him as he slept and recalled all their tender moments.

Her intimate thoughts were interrupted by her iPad coming to life, its brightness casting a glow on her face. It was a notification that her previous day's order would be ready to be picked up by 8AM. She also noticed that she'd been watching Jason for almost an hour.

She quietly got up, tied her robe around her body and made sure she had the room key. She needed to make a room service call and didn't want to disturb Jason; the closest house phone was located by the elevators. So she quietly opened the door and closed it silently after her. She walked through the empty corridors to the elevators in her robe and bare feet; she didn't think she'd run into anyone at six in the morning, but it didn't matter if she did, she wasn't timid anymore.

She called down to room service and placed her breakfast order for two.

"Coffee will be fine, milk and sugar," she added to the order.

The kitchen worker read back her request.

"That's correct. A breakfast tray would be helpful, my boyfriend is still in bed. And could you add one more thing?"

She told the man what she wanted and said goodbye. She headed back to her room, passing a middle-aged man and his wife.

"Good morning," she said happily.

The man smiled and his wife scowled at her lack of dress; she went back to her room, quietly letting herself in, making sure that Jason was still sleeping. She grabbed a 10-dollar bill from her purse and waited by the door.

It was a tedious forty-five minutes; she'd left the door open a crack and she waited by the door, taking frequent peeks outside so she could intercept room service. She preferred that they not knock and wake Jason. Eventually, she caught sight of a service cart being wheeled around a corner. She went out into the hallway to meet the young man.

"Hi," she said softly, "I'll take it from here. I'd prefer setting things up before my boyfriend wakes."

"No problem, Miss," he said smiling at her as he gave her the once-over as she signed the bill.

"Here you go, honey," she said, handing him the tip. "Thank you."

"Thanks, Miss. Have a good day."

"You too," she said, waiting for him to walk away before rolling the cart quietly in the room.

She parked the cart by the table and loaded all of Jason's breakfast items on the tray. She popped on the music channel at low volume and leaned over and kissed his cheek. He stirred momentarily and she kissed him again, this time caressing his chest. His eyes sleepily fluttered open and it took him a few tries to keep them open.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

"'Mornin'," he mumbled groggily.

"C'mon, sit up, I have something for you."

"Didn't we do this already?"

"Oh shut up."

She smiled at him as he sat up, propping some pillows behind him. A moment later, she placed the tray over his lap.

"Whoa."

"What? You think you're the only one who can serve breakfast in bed?" she asked, grinning, raising an eyebrow.

She handed him his utensils and then brought the service cart close enough that she could eat her breakfast as well, even though she was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Your coffee is there on the nightstand," she said.

"You think of everything."

"I try," she smiled.

They dug into their eggs and bacon. Occasionally, Danielle would lean in and give Jason a coffee-flavored kiss.

"Who's the romantic one today?" he asked, biting his toast.

"Just call me 'Miss Romantic'," she said, chewing on some bacon.

"Shouldn't that be Mrs Romantic?" he asked, taking a sip of coffee.

"It will be when you marry me," she said matter-of-factly.

"Aren't you the determined one?" he asked, smiling.

"You bet I am."

"I wouldn't want you any other way," he said, pulling her down for a long kiss.

She sat up. "After breakfast," she began, poking his chest softly, "a shower for you. You stink," she said, wrinkling her nose.

"Look who's talking."

"Ha, I showered when I woke up this morning. I also shaved my legs; made sure everything was nice and smooth," she said, winking. "Not that I needed to; there wasn't much to worry about."

He stared at her luscious legs all the way down to her succulent toes.

"You're supposed to be paying attention to your breakfast, not my legs."

"You're the one that's got them stretched out. Besides you started it."

"Eat. Your. Breakfast," she said through slitted eyes as she poked him in the chest with each word.

"Yes, Ma'am," he muttered into his coffee cup.

She smiled slyly at him at his attempt to hide his grin with the coffee cup.

"This was wonderful of you," he said, smiling.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it."

"There's something missing," he mumbled into his cup.

"Something missing, you said?"

"My paper. I should be able to read-"

Danielle whipped out the folded newspaper that she'd been sitting on.

"You were saying?" she asked, grinning.

He took the paper from her. "Hmmm, think of everything, don't you?"

"One of us has to," she said, poking him.

He looked at the paper and said, "Hey, it's today's paper."

"You figured I'd give you an old one?" she teased.

He scooped up some eggs looking at the front page and Danielle leaned in and kissed him. And poked him at the same time, causing him to spill the eggs onto his abdomen.

"Ew, now I got eggs on me," he whined unconvincingly.

"Oh, stop being a baby," she said, leaning down. She licked and sucked all the scrambled eggs and traces of ketchup that splattered on his skin. She licked up all the food but kept moving her lips upwards until she was gently licking and sucking at his nipples, causing him to moan. She snuck her hand under the breakfast tray and softly felt his hardening cock. She finished by leaving a trail of kisses from his chest to his lips.

She asked: "You were saying?" pumping his cock gently, smiling devilishly.

"You're amazing," he said, getting into her ministrations of his love stick.

She let go of his cock, making him utter a groan of disappointment.

"Come on, finish up, we have things to do today."

"Ugh...like what?"

"Well," she said as he went to finish the food he had left, "first, I need to go to Northfield and pick up a package. I ordered some things on Amazon last night and they'll be ready at eight. Then I thought we'd do some shopping."

"Sounds like fun," he said, sounding none-too-thrilled.

"You know something, you haven't shown me your apartment yet. And it will be fun."

"I just live in a small place over by the Marina."

"I'd love to see it."

"Okay. But I have to get you back here around noon. I have some family stuff to take care of this afternoon."

"That's fine, honey. Can we do dinner?"

"Sure. But I have to work at six, I volunteered to help with inventory, so you'll have to spend the night without me."

"Well, I'm sure I'll find something to do," she said, mock-pouting.

"How about I meet you here in the morning around eight and we can go out for breakfast?"

"Okay, it's a date," she said smiling.

"Perfect."

"I guess we better get going then," she said, taking the tray off of his lap.

"I really need to pee," he said, getting off the bed.

"Don't forget to shower," she teased.

He smacked her bottom and went into the bathroom.

Danielle collected all the used dishes and containers and loaded the service cart before she wheeled it into the corridor. Ten minutes later, Jason came out of the steamy bathroom, drying his hair. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her on her hands and knees on the floor by the table.

"What's wrong? Looking for something?" he asked walking over to her, looking at the floor.

"Yes, this," she said just before she lifted her head and took his semi-soft cock in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned.

She moaned, too. Because as she bobbed back and forth on his cock, she could feel it get hard in her mouth. She pulled him the few inches closer that she needed to sit on her feet and be able to grasp his soft ass and caress him as she sucked.

"You're so fucking amazing, baby," he panted.

Even after the lovemaking session he'd given her and the intense orgasm that he'd had only a handful of hours before, he was still turned on by not only her sexiness, but by her ability to arouse him greatly. He dropped the towel on the floor and caressed her soft head as she bobbed back and forth on his leaking cock. She was swallowing every drop of precum that oozed from the tip. Although she still bobbed back-and-forth, she did so only slightly; she let Jason set the tempo as he'd had a firm grip on her head. The more he pumped in her mouth, the further he pushed his cock in, eventually coming into contact with the back of her throat, causing her familiar sounds of gagging. He was getting more aroused by the moment; as a result, his cock leaked even more precum. She moaned around his cock, tasting his sweet nectar. They kept up this steady rhythm for several long minutes; Jason's breathing became more and more jagged, drowning out the slurping and gurgling sounds coming from Danielle's mouth and throat. Without warning, his legs and ass stiffened, he moaned loudly at the ceiling and unloaded a flood of cum in Danielle's mouth. She hadn't been ready for it and choked as it rushed her throat, causing some of his cum to flow out of her mouth. But she did manage to get control and swallowed the rest of his sweet essence. He took several short jabs in her mouth with his cock as his cum lessened to several drools. He panted heavily, his head still leaning back, eyes closed. Danielle was panting herself; she swallowed the last of the spit-and-cum mixture and gave his ass a loving squeeze before letting go. He staggered slightly, regaining his footing as he let go of his lover's head. Wiping her chin with her fingers, she swallowed one last time to make sure she got all his semen.

"Jesus, Danielle, you're the hottest girl I know. How do you do it?" he asked as he plopped himself on the edge of the bed, catching his breath.

She moved the few steps to him on her knees. She kissed his panting mouth, moaning at how it felt. "When you have a special guy, it's easy," she said smiling. "Catch your breath and get dressed. I'm going to run into the bathroom and wash my face and put my makeup on. After I dress we'll head out."

"Sounds good," he said, taking hold of her face gently and kissing her again.

It didn't take Danielle very long to fix herself. Ten minutes later she was coming out of the bathroom naked, heading for the closet. She put her satin robe in the laundry and went to the dresser. Taking little time to slip into a black bra and panties, she went to the closet and took out her outfit for the day. First spritzing on a few dashes of gardenia scent, she dressed in a black sleeveless top and a black and gray houndstooth-checked skirt.

"Damn, Danielle, you look gorgeous," he said, enjoying every inch of her beauty.

"Thank you, honey," she said, going up to kiss him. "Did you want to stop at your place and get a change of clothes?"

"No, I didn't wear this stuff much last night," he said, grinning. "So if you don't mind me not changing, I'll stick with it."

"I don't mind at all, darling."

Finishing her ensemble with her black suede ankle-high boots, she grabbed her purse and made sure she had all the accessories she'd need for the day. Jason grabbed his jacket and she grabbed his arm and they were out the door.

They made their way through the lobby, waving to Scott as they walked past. Heading into the quiet employee parking deck, Danielle caught some movement out of the corner of her eye. Sitting in the back seat of a black sedan was Brian and a dark-haired girl, entwined hotly as they made out. Jason saw the look of surprise on Danielle's face and smiled. They got to Jason's car and closed themselves in.

"There aren't any cameras here in this section of the parking deck," he said. "So some of the staff take advantage and have some breaktime fun, or whenever."

"I wonder if she works here or she's a guest."

"She works in the kitchen," he said, starting the car.

"Nice. You guys play out here a lot?"

As he backed out of his spot, he said, "Fairly regularly. I'm surprised there wasn't anyone fooling around when we came out here last time."

"Maybe the hotel should supply a room for you guys," she teased.

"We'd need more than one room," he joked, navigating down and out of the parking garage. They shared a laugh as Jason merged onto Pacific Avenue.

Fifteen minutes and some traffic later, they were on their way out of Atlantic City towards Northfield.

"So where are we heading in Northfield?"

"Oh, sorry," Danielle giggled, "Tilton Road."

She told Jason the number and the building they should look for.

"So what did you buy?"

She stuck out her tongue at him in response.

"Not gonna tell me, are ya?"

"Nope," she giggled.

Jason chuckled at her playfulness and found the address within 10 minutes.

"This isn't too far from Scott's place," he said.

"Is that right?"

"You've been to his place."

"That was at night, silly," she said poking him.

She got out and took several minutes getting her parcel. Returning to the car, she sat and took out her keys from her purse. Using one of the bigger keys as a knife, she opened the sealed box.

"Whatcha get me?" Jason teased.

"What makes you think I got you anything?" she asked, grinning.

"Well, you didn't mention what was in there, so..."

"Uh, huh."

Danielle reached in the box and pulled out a small container.

"A Casio calculator watch?" he asked after she opened the smaller box.

"Yup, my Dad bought me one when I was little. I still have it, I just don't wear it. I'd hate for something to happen to it. So I thought I'd get one to wear all the time. This isn't like the original one I have, this is a CA-53W, but it'll do."

"What's the one your Dad bought you?"

"Oh, it's a black one from Casio from the 1980s. All I remember is 'CFX'."

"Nice. What else ya got?"

"I bought me an assortment of makeup," she said, taking a small, soft package out of the box, keeping it from Jason's eyes.

"What's that?"

"Not for you," she said, sticking out her tongue.

"Tease."

She handed him the box with the rest of the items she'd ordered.

"Except for the makeup, the rest is for you."

"See? I knew you bought stuff for me."

"Oh shut up."

He opened the box and was pleased by the rest of the contents.

"Wow, thank you, baby," he said, leaning over and kissing her.

He first brought out a 'How To' book on DSLR photography. He spent a few minutes paging through the thick book.

"I know that you know a lot about photography, but I wasn't sure if that would book be helpful or not."

"It's awesome, I'll enjoy reading it."

He put the book aside and pulled out a box containing a camera maintenance kit containing brushes, wipes and sprays.

"This is cool," he said.

She smiled watching him take out all his gifts. The last item was a piece of black clothing wrapped in plastic.

"You don't have to take that out 'til later, but they're satin pajamas."

"Oo, nice. Thank you very much, honey." He leaned over and kissed her deeply. "When are you gonna quit buying me things?" he chuckled as she took the box from him.

"Never," she said smiling as she put everything back in the shipping box.

"Crazy girl," he said as he pulled out onto the roadway.

"Yup."

"Wanna see my apartment?"

"Ooo, of course," she said excitedly.

"Okay, we'll be there shortly, it's a quick ride from here."

Fifteen minutes later, they were navigating through a section of town that had many single-family homes and a handful of apartment buildings. Jason pulled into the small lot of one of these; a six-story brick building a short distance away from The Marina. Several boats could be seen moored at the various piers lining the outskirts of the small inlet. Jason parked in a spot numbered "32" and shut off the engine.

They got out and made their way inside the building. A short elevator ride later and they were on the top floor, approaching apartment 32. Jason unlocked the door and Danielle stopped him from going in.

"Aren't ya gonna carry me across?" she said, smiling devilishly.

"You're too much," he chuckled.

She giggled happily as he pushed her gently in the apartment.

She entered a short hallway with some closets on the right facing a wall dotted with various framed pictures. The hallway opened up into a spacious living room with three large picture windows where the morning sunshine poured in. The room was comfortably cool as Jason had the air conditioner on automatic.

"Wow, this is nice!" Danielle said as he closed the door.

On the left wall, Jason had an entertainment center set up and directly across was a couch and coffee table.

"Thanks. It's small, but comfortable."

He showed her the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen that ran along the left part of the apartment and she took a cursory peek into all the rooms. In a section between the closets and the entrance to the kitchen was a small dining area with a table and chairs.

"This is lovely, honey."

"Thanks. My Mom helped with the curtains and stuff, I hadn't much of a clue," he chuckled.

"It's wonderful. Can we have dinner here tonight?"

"Sure, if you want. There are some decent places close we can order from."

"Don't you cook?"

"Sometimes. But sometimes it's convenient to order or use the microwave," he chuckled.

She went over to the large windows in the living room; the view was spectacular, facing the Marina with the Atlantic Ocean in the distance, the water sparkling in the morning sun. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, gently caressing her tummy as he kissed the side of her head.

"What did you want to go shopping for?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing important, really. I thought I would look at clothes and such, but to be honest, I can do that when I get home. I didn't drive here so I should cool it on buying stuff, I already have enough to carry," she chuckled, turning to face him.

"How did you plan on getting home, train still?" he asked as she reached up and put her arms around his neck.

"I already have the return ticket. Unless something better comes along; I'm not sure at this point."

"I guess we'll figure it out."

"What's this 'we' stuff?" she asked playfully.

His response was a long kiss, rubbing his tongue gently on hers. She moaned into his mouth as she ran her fingers through his hair. He could feel her take soft humps on his body, feeling her cock grow harder. He traced kisses across her cheek and down her neck, causing her to gasp in ecstasy. She loved having her neck nibbled and kissed, and he knew how to do it so well. She held his face in her neck as she ran her free hand across his back; she was getting hot, but not from standing in the sunshine from the window. She went back to kissing his soft lips, mixing their tongues lovingly.

"Mmm, you do know how to get me going, Mr. Spencer."

"You're so hot, how can I help it?" he asked, smiling.

"Gonna show me your bedroom?" she asked devilishly.

Keeping one arm around her waist, he pushed the slightly-ajar door fully open. It was a simple layout; he had a bed next to the wall with the two windows. The foot of the bed faced a TV and small dresser; across from the bed, opposite the windows were another dresser and a bookcase. The covers and pillows were neatly arranged; the bed was not made in the strictest sense, but it was satisfactory.

"The bed looks comfy with all those pillows," she said.

"It is. You'll have to sleep in it sometime," he said smiling.

"Oh, I intend to," she said, turning into him and kissing him again.

He responded by caressing her hair and back and feeling down to her skirt-covered ass. They stood in the muted light that came through the curtains, kissing deeply. Jason lifted the back of her skirt and snuck his hands inside her panties, feeling her soft, bare ass. She, in turn, pressed her cock against him and moaned as she felt herself getting hotter and harder. As he kissed her, he peeled apart her ass cheeks slightly and slipped a finger in her crack, searching for her tight hole. Finding it, he pressed his mouth against her neck and slipped the tip of his middle finger in her hot love button.

"Oh, Jason...yes...more, please," she moaned loudly as she felt precum starting to leak from her cock.

He continued kissing and nibbling her neck as he lightly wiggled his finger in her asshole. He turned their standing bodies around and then he sat on the edge of his bed, pulling her panties down and over her boots. Her hard cock poked up hotly and tented the front of her skirt.

"Hold your skirt up, baby."

Danielle did as instructed and he took her hard 6-inch cock in his fingers and licked the tip, eliciting a moan from her parted lips. She watched as he slowly took the head in his mouth and lowered it along her shaft. She moaned again at the hotness of his mouth; she reached with one hand and caressed his head as he began bobbing slowly on her stiff prick.

Taking his mouth off of her cock momentarily, he said, "Spread your legs a little, baby."

She repositioned slightly to give him the room he needed. He went back and worked her cock with his mouth; he took one hand and lightly caressed her tight balls and he snaked a finger in her ass crack with the other, inching closer to her pulsating asshole. Her freshly-shaven balls felt heavenly in his fingers and he moaned around her cock, sending tingles along the shaft. He swiped his tongue around the head as he enjoyed tasting her sweet precum. She let Jason control the tempo, but she found it difficult holding off pumping in his mouth at least a little bit. She was reaching the end and her breathing quickened; she was moaning loudly through her open mouth and she gripped some of his hair in her fingers roughly. Jason wiggled his finger in her asshole as he felt her clench her anal ring rhythmically with her short thrusts. Her precum was oozing freely at this point and he sucked harder and bobbed deeper, wanting to bring her off with an intense cum. He sucked and swirled his tongue; his fingers tickled her balls and his finger fucked her furiously.

"Jason," she gasped breathlessly.

A second later, her body stiffened and she moaned loudly; semen spurted from her cock and Jason moaned, swallowing it gratefully. She gripped his hair roughly, thrusting further in his mouth as her cock pulsated with each successive spurt of her gurl cream. She panted heavily as she came, eventually slowing after she finished letting loose six heavy shots of sperm. Jason swallowed all she had to offer and even kept her cock in his mouth after she finished cumming, feeling little drools of cum ooze out of her softening cock. Gently sucking one last time along the soft shaft of her cock, he kissed the tip and licked his lips. Danielle softly slumped down on the bed next to him, leaning on him, catching her breath.

"That was wonderful, honey, thank you," she said holding him.

"My pleasure," he said, lifting her chin and kissing her deeply.

"Mmm, you taste good," she said. "Cum kisses are hot."

"Well, that wasn't exactly a cum kiss. We'd need to save some for that."

"Close enough for now," she said, winking.

"Still want to go shopping?"

"No, it's not important."

"I guess I can get you back and I can take care of my family stuff. Want me to pick you up at three o'clock?"

"Sounds good. Where are my panties?"

He bent down and took them off the floor where he'd dropped them.

"Oh, thank-what?"

She stopped when she saw Jason slip her panties under his pillow.

"I'm keeping them."

"Oh?" she said with eyebrows raised.

"You don't mind, do you? I have to have something of yours here."

"Whatcha gonna do with them?" she asked, grinning.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he said, winking.

"Ooo, I know what you're gonna do. It would be hot to watch you jerk off in them," she said smiling, her eyes wide with excitement.

He leaned in and kissed her. She slipped her tongue in his mouth and he responded in kind.

"When you come back, don't forget to bring up the pajamas I bought you."

"Yes, Dear."

She poked him and they shared and laugh and a hug. A few minutes later, they were heading toward the door.

"Honey, can I drive?" she asked as they approached the car.

"Uh, sure."

They got in, buckled up and were on their way in just a few minutes. Danielle navigated the streets and avenues with ease, driving with a concentrated purpose.

"Can you spare thirty or forty minutes, honey?"

"Sure, it's no problem. What did you have in mind?"

"A little something," she said, smiling slyly.

Ten minutes later, shortly before the casino district, she took a turn into a strip mall and parked.

"Be back shortly, honey. Don't let anyone steal you while I'm gone," she said smiling, getting out of the car.

"Um, okay," he said, wondering what she had up her sleeve.

She entered the clean waiting room and went up to the counter. A young Hispanic man was organizing all of the different items that were on sale near the register. His dark hair was neatly trimmed and groomed; his gray shop shirt and black slacks looked crisp and professional.

"Good morning, Miss, how can I help you?"

"Good morning. Last night I went to your website and reserved five Bridgestone Ecopia Plus tires."

"Your name, please?" he asked, accessing his computer.

"Stefani. They're for a 2010 Chevy Malibu LT."

A few key presses were all that were needed.

"Ok, I see it here. P215/55R17s...and we do have them in stock."

"Great. Also, I remember seeing something on the website about a free tire promotion."

"Let me check to see if Bridgestone is included in that promo." He checked several items in his computer and then went into a back office. A few minutes later he came out and entered a few things into the computer. "Yes, that will apply. I made a note on your purchase order."

"Thank you. How long will it take to do the four plus the spare?"

"A half an hour or so. I'll have one of the techs get right on it. Can I have your key, please?"

Danielle gave him the key and told him that she was parked out across from the front of the store. He invited her to sit in the waiting area, indicating free coffee and pastries, if she desired.

"Thank you. I'll get my boyfriend out of the car, first," she said smiling.

She went out to the car and opened his door.

"Come on," she said, waving him out of the car, "out."

"What's up?" he asked.

"Come with me," she said, taking his hand and closing the door.

As they walked toward the tire shop, he realized what she'd been doing.

"Honey," he said as they stood outside the large windows, "you don't have to replace that tire. It wasn't your fault."

"I'm not," she said, leaning in and kissing him.

"Then what-" he stopped when he realized what she'd really been doing. He looked at her in surprise as she smiled happily at him and opened the door to enter the waiting area. He followed her in, still stunned.

They mingled in the waiting room sharing a coffee and donut. Occasionally, Danielle would reach and hold Jason's hand or she'd hold him and rest her head on his shoulder.

During one of these quiet times, she asked quietly, "You're not mad at me, are you?"

"No, of course not," he responded. "I just don't know what to do with you."

She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and held his hand.

A little over thirty minutes later, she heard the counter Technician.

"Miss Stefani, your car's ready."

"Wonderful," she said approaching the counter.

He took Danielle through all of the charges. "I also applied an online rebate of $70 as you reserved them through the website. Five tires, one free, comes to a total, with taxes, of $955.75."

"I'll use my debit card," she said.

"Okay, one moment," he said, tapping a few keys. "Okay, go ahead and insert or tap your card."

Danielle waved her card at the terminal and a few moments later, the computer printed out her receipt. Taking it from the printer, the Tech took Danielle through the charges.

"I also added for you, free of charge, road hazard insurance," he said smiling.

"Thank you," she said, touching his hand.

"Be sure to keep the receipt in case you need to use the insurance."

He explained the warranties and terms and had her sign the work order. Giving her a copy of the order and the car keys, he said, "Thank you, Miss Stefani. You have a wonderful day."

"Thank you, you do the same."

She hooked her arm in Jason's and they left the shop.

Approaching the passenger side, she handed him his keys, "You can drive now," she said, smiling devilishly at him.

"Five tires! Almost a thousand-- what am I going to do with you?" he asked, taking her hands in his.

She pursed her lips and scrunched her nose, making it seem that she was deep in thought. Then she smiled and said, "Fuck me on your back seat?"

He laughed loudly and then took her gently in his arms, hugging her tightly. "I love you, Danielle Stefani," he whispered in her ear.

"I love you, Jason Spencer," she replied.

He kissed her one more time then opened the door for her and held her hand as she got in.

Fifteen minutes later, after dealing with heavy traffic, Jason pulled his car into a spot in the quiet employee parking section. He turned the car off and quickly got out and went around to help Danielle out of the car. Before he opened her door, he opened the back passenger door and took off his coat and tossed it inside. Opening Danielle's door, he reached in and held her hand as she got out.

"Mr. Romantic," she said smiling as he closed her door. "Wait, my pur-"

"Uh huh," he responded, whipping the back door open again and pushing her into the car, causing a surprised "Oh!" to escape her lips. He leaned in quickly and pushed her down on the seat and she saw that his hard cock was poking out of his open zipper. He drew her legs up as far as he could, and pushed on her thighs. He leaned in and spit on her quivering pucker and then he climbed over her, jabbing his cock up her tight asshole in one quick thrust.

"Oh, fuck!" she yelled.

He gave her body a hard push on his next thrust, causing her to slide slightly on the seat. She bumped her head on the door as he pumped her hot asshole furiously. She raised her legs as best she could, resting one along the top of the back seat and the other she leaned on the top of the front passenger seat. She raised her hands and held onto him, caressing his sides and back as she got the fucking she'd asked for. Her grunts and moans filled the inside of the car along with the strong smell of sex.

"See what...(uh)...happens to...bad girls," he panted as he pounded her.

She felt every bump and ridge of his cock on her anal ring and it sent tingles to her cock.

"Oh, fuck...harder, Jason," she said breathlessly, "(uhn)...I wanna...oh fuck...I wanna be your whore...(uh)...fuck!"

He licked her lips and sucked her tongue. He ran his lips to her neck and sucked and nibbled. Fucking her for several long minutes, his pumping increased in tempo as he got closer to the edge of orgasm. It got to a point where her head would hit the door with each successive thrust of his hips, causing her to grunt in response.

Danielle had cum earlier, so even though Jason was giving her the fuck she'd wanted, this cum was going to be for him. He grabbed her hair roughly and shoved his cock up her hot asshole as far as he could. She wailed loudly and he groaned into her neck. He flooded her bowels with his second cumload of the day; six hot spurts of his seed flowing hotly into her body. She held him tightly as he pumped her full of his love. She felt his hot breath on her neck and she moaned softly. He relaxed after a few moments, resting on her body as she wrapped her arms around him, catching her breath as well. He raised his head, placing soft kisses all over her face.

"Happy now?" he asked softly.

"Oh, yes," she responded smiling. "But I need to get up. I'm cramped, thank you."

It was then he noticed her head was against the door at an odd angle. "Oh, sorry."

They chuckled as Jason got off of her and she raised herself, grunting, and stretched her neck.

Jason backed out of the car, zipping up his soft cock as Danielle dropped her leg down from the front seat. With a soft grunt, she shifted toward the open door; Jason held his hand out to help her out of the car. Smoothing down her skirt, Jason got her package and purse from the front and then locked the car. They walked slowly towards the entrance to the hotel.

"Wow, that was..." she said breathlessly.

"Yeah," he responded smiling.

They entered the lobby and saw Scott leaning against the counter with wide grin on his face.

"Took ya's long enough. Couldn't you guys wait til you got to a room?" he asked playfully.

"Nope," Jason replied with a grin of his own.

Danielle's response was to fan her face with an open hand. "Whew!" she said, smiling as she walked past Scott.

"See you later, Jason," Scott said. "You can tell me all about it," he chuckled.

Jason escorted Danielle up to her room. She put the box and her purse on the table.

"Thank you, darling, I had a fun morning," she said, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him deeply.

"I did, too. And thank you for all the gifts. I still don't know what I'm gonna do with you."

She took a breath to say something, but Jason put a hand over her mouth.

"Shush. Surprise me," he chuckled.

She laughed happily and kissed him again.

"I'm gonna run. I'll be back here at three. Any idea what you'll want to do for dinner?"

"Why don't we pick up something along the way?"

"You're the chef."

She smiled devilishly at him and kissed him again. He said goodbye and left her standing in the room, smiling.

Danielle spent several minutes organizing her new makeup and taking her new outfit out of the plastic wrap. Hanging it in the closet, she then went to the bathroom and freshened up her makeup. Not seeing a need to change out of her black sleeveless blouse and checkered skirt, she grabbed her purse and left the room and headed towards Suzie's. She didn't bother replacing her panties; she honestly didn't think she'd need them. She wasn't necessarily looking to be fucked again, but if it happened, it happened. She didn't see the 'Do Not Disturb' card on Suzie's door, so she knocked. A moment later, her blonde friend opened the door, smiling.

"Well, look at you!" she said.

"What?" Danielle asked, looking herself over.

"You look like you've just been fucked," she said matter-of-factly as a couple of bellhops walked past. "You've got that glow about you."

"Just announce it to everyone, why don't you?" she chuckled.

Danielle smiled at the two young men as they glanced back at her, smiling. She turned and went into Suzie's room.

"Slut," she said to Suzie.

Suzie leaned in and kissed Danielle hotly and deeply. She felt Suzie's hand caress the front of her skirt momentarily; she reciprocated by cupping Suzie's hard satin-encased member under her skirt.

"Mmm, someone's ready to go," Danielle said.

"I am. I'm going to meet a T-Girl friend at the Sampson. She's going through a bad breakup and I told her the best way to forget it is to get on her knees at an adult store."

"Good advice," Danielle said, sarcastically.

"What else was I gonna say?" Suzie chuckled.

"You know, some people eat or pig out on chocolate."

"Cock is healthier."

"I-I can't argue with that."

They laughed as Suzie quickly organized her purse.

"Want to tag along?" She asked.

"Why not? Jason won't be back until three, so maybe a cocktail or two would be enjoyable."

Suzie giggled at Danielle's childish humor.

"Let me just swap the boots for my stilettoes. You never know when you'll meet a guy that wants to coat your bare toes in hot sperm," Danielle said.

"The way you're dressed, that should be easy."

"Yeah? Look at you," she retorted. Suzie was dressed in a mid-thigh length pale blue skirt with gold trim and matching 3/4-length short-sleeve blouse. Her slight cleavage and tummy showed under the blouse sexily as she moved. Suzie's metallic gold stilettoes matched perfectly with the outfit. "All you need is a cap and you could pass for a stewardess on 'Fuck Me Hard Airlines'."

"Oh shut up."

"Meet me in the hallway when you're ready, Air Marshall Suzie," Danielle saluted and giggled as she left the room.

A few minutes later the girls were getting in the elevator.

"Hey, if we're gonna look like sluts, we might as well act like it," Danielle said, taking hold of Suzie's hand, interlacing her fingers with her blonde friend.

"Oo, let all the guys think we're hot-in-love lesbians," Suzie chuckled.

"Aren't we? Sorta?" Danielle laughed.

"You're too much," Suzie replied, smiling.

"So tell me about this girlfriend of yours."

"Her name," Suzie began as they exited the elevator, "is Tara. She's a sweet redheaded kid that's going through a breakup with her girlfriend."

"How old is she?" Danielle asked as they made their way toward the lobby.

"Twenty-one. It's a complicated story. Simply, she was into panties and such in her teens, much like we were when we were growing up. After she turned 18 and went to college, she met a girl."

The girls heard "Hello, Suzie, hi there, Danielle," come from Scott at the main desk. They said their hellos in return and waved, continuing on toward the casino.

"She met a girl, a genetic girl, named Darla. They got along great."

"Until?"

"Well, that's the complicated part. Most boys who experiment with women's lingerie in their teens usually don't carry it into adulthood. He didn't find much time for it when he was in college, with the schedule he had and being in a dorm, sharing a room," she stated as they walked through the casino to the boardwalk exit.

"Sounds normal."

"Very. Well, at some point, they started dating, etcetera. Somehow in conversation she heard what he did in his teens and she thought it was hot. So she had him wear panties, at first, when they were going to have sex. 'To spice things up' Tara told me that Darla said."

"I could see that working to a point."

"It worked too well. She eventually had him try bra and stockings. And even went so far as to have him pick a girl name. So, after some time he chose the name Tara. Well, one day, he came to a realization, not quite like you did, but similar, that he felt he should have been a girl his whole life and that he was more content in his life as Tara."

"Oh, boy," Danielle said as they exited the hotel onto the boardwalk.

"Yeah. Not to mention that realization also triggered the desire in her heart that she loved guys more than women."

"Oh, shit."

"Yeah. The shit did hit the fan. Darla went off every way to Sunday. So they're in the process of sorting all their belongings and such, moving their own stuff in storage or whatever. But the problem is that Darla is being vindictive."

"Sounds rough."

"It is. Transgender people have a hard enough time as it is, we don't need it from people who supposedly love us. This bitch Darla started the whole mess and now wants to blame Tara."

"Unfortunate."

"So we'll meet at the Sampson, hang around a bit and see if she can suck some cock to let loose. Then we'll go back to my room."

"I hope things work well for her."

"Ah, eventually they will. With friends like us," she said, kissing Danielle quickly on the lips.

It was just noon when they entered the Sampson Adult Emporium. The name made it sound more glamorous than it actually was. It was a run-down white aluminum-sided building on Atlantic Avenue the size of a small neighborhood market. The white siding was water-stained in many places and the front windows were old and yellowed; its neon sign flickered as if it was on its last gasp. The section of town it was located in wasn't bad, but the other buildings in the area definitely showed their age. Some weathered time adequately, others, such as the Sampson, did not.

The girls went in the door and were greeted to a haggard-looking middle-aged woman in a white smock behind a counter to the left. Her white hair was a poufy-style hairdo not seen since the early-1960s. Her large-rimmed glasses magnified eyes that penetrated through you. She knew what activities went on in her establishment, yet her scowl made it seem those activities were beneath her.

The girls paid their admission and looked through the first section of store. All three walls in the section were lined with various toys, gadgets and items of clothing. The back wall had some items for sale, but the first half was taken up by a staircase that led to a 2nd floor with a hand-colored sign that said "Live Girls". The left wall, just past the counter, was an entryway into the booth area. There were a handful of booths in a 'U'-shape around the rim of the room. Three guys mingled and went from one booth to another, enjoying the different sex videos. A door, straight ahead, led into a small vestibule with two doors. The door to the right allowed access to the bathroom. The door to the left led into the theater. The girls took a peek inside but didn't see any guys. It was a room in size similar to the other two areas, but had a soft couch along the back wall where the door was situated and a video screen playing various porn clips on the far wall. In between, there were five wooden benches, much like the pews in a church. The girls returned to the store area and browsed as they waited for Tara.

"When is Tara due?"

"Should be anytime. I told her to park in the Starr's parking garage, this way she can stay with me and have easy access to her car," Suzie replied.

"Jeez, look at this," Danielle said in astonishment, pointing to a dildo that was at least 10-inches long and as thick as a beer can. "Who'd want that in them?"

Suzie chuckled, "Some say 'bigger is better'."

"Not that big."

A moment later, the buzzer rang signifying that someone was entering the store. A redhead, of average height, entered the store shyly, looking around, only smiling when she saw Suzie. The tall blonde walked over to her friend Tara and kissed her warmly on the cheek. Danielle admired the young T-Girl; she was dressed beautifully in a white short-sleeved flowered blouse, denim shorts and black wedge heels. Danielle watched as Suzie paid Tara's admission and the two came over.

"Tara, this is Danielle Stefani. Danielle, my friend, Tara Wright."

"Um. hi, nice to meet you," the shy redhead said quietly.

"It's nice to meet you, Tara. You look so lovely."

"Thank you," she said, blushing.

"So let's find you some fun," Suzie declared.

"Why not try a booth first?"

"Ah, listen to her, sweetie, Danielle is an expert in the Slut Department."

Tara loosened up a bit and laughed at Suzie's joke.

"Oh stop. Talk about slut. What was it you said yesterday about wanting six guys?" Danielle reminded Suzie.

Tara's eyes grew wide with the idea of Suzie with that many guys.

"Oh shut up."

The three T-Girls entered the booth area and were watched intently by the three guys milling about.

"Tell you what, I'm going to go mingle, maybe sit in the theater and rub myself. I'll see you guys later," Danielle said, kissing each T-Girl on the cheek. "Have fun!" Before she went into the theater area, she saw Suzie take Tara into a buddy booth and get the shy T-Girl on her knees at a glory hole.

Danielle entered the darkened theater room and sat on the couch, lifting the front of her skirt. The sex on the screen was two blonde girls in bikinis splashing about in the water, being playful by pulling on each other's bikini strings. Soon, they were both naked and up on the deck lying on towels. They were facing head-to-foot, so each blonde began caressing the other's legs and feet. Caresses turned to kisses and each blonde got hotter by the moment. Danielle lounged on the couch, lazily rubbing her semi-hard cock. She watched the action on the screen for about 15 minutes, and decided to head out to the other areas.

She walked through the booth area where she saw that Tara was in her own booth sucking a cock that was through the hole in the divider. Suzie was in a buddy booth sucking a guy's cock as he held onto her head for dear life. Danielle then browsed through the store once again, looking at a few items she thought she'd like to buy. She also ran into a very sexy, short blonde girl in a sheer pink nightie, pink satin panties and black classic stripper heels.

The blonde smiled warmly at Danielle and said, "Join me upstairs, honey?"

"Oh, thank you, but I'm waiting for a couple of guys to go in the booth area. Thank you anyway," Danielle said, returning the smile.

The blonde nodded and walked slowly back up the stairs. Danielle watched as the gorgeous set of legs and beautiful ass disappeared into a room on the 2nd floor. Danielle was standing in the booth area when she heard the door buzzer sound. A few moments later, a large, middle-aged man in a business suit came into the booth area. His thin, dark hair matched his suit and he had it groomed neatly. He smiled at Danielle and she smiled and nodded.

"Aren't you a cute little thing," he said, smiling.

"Thank you."

"What's your name, honey?"

"Danielle...yours?"

"Phil."

"Nice to meet you, Phil."

They shook hands gently. Danielle detected that his thick hand had power, but he knew how to control that power.

"That's a nice tent you got there in that skirt."

"Thanks, you can play with it if you want."

"Tell me, you one of those girls that, you know, charge?"

"You mean an escort? Oh, heaven's no. I couldn't imagine charging for something I love doing."

"Sorry, I had to ask. You're a rare find."

"It's okay. But is it really that bad?"

"Unfortunately."

"That's a drag. I honestly haven't seen any in my visits here or at the Blue Barn."

"Maybe they only come out at night. I'm usually busy during the day, but I had time today."

"Care to join me in the theater room?"

"I'd love to."

They went through the vestibule and Danielle settled at the end of the couch closest the door, crossing her right leg over her left so she could face Phil. He lowered his large body next to her, sinking in the soft cushions. He sat open-legged and Danielle felt his hand as it began to caress her thigh.

"Where do you work?"

"I'm an exec over at the Ocean Wave."

"Nice. Well then, it's your lucky day," she said smiling, rubbing his pants-covered thigh, detecting a large bulge close to her hand.

"Do you honestly enjoy different guys?"

"I do, yes. I'm not sure how to convey that to the guys I play with other than to show them a good time. I don't comment much as I don't want anything to sound trite or fake."

"And you aren't offended by me being over 250 pounds?" he asked, rubbing her thigh and legs more boldly.

"Absolutely not. I find you quite attractive. You're very handsome in your suit; you're well-groomed. You carry yourself well. I can tell you're very sure in your self-confidence without it being obnoxious. And you're much different than other guys," she said, openly rubbing his growing cock through his slacks.

"How so?"

"Well, we've been here this long and we've only been talking so far. Usually when I play with guys, I'm on my knees in a matter of seconds," she chuckled. "Very few are like you."

"But you service them anyway."

"True. But it's not all about them. I get pleasure from giving guys pleasure."

"You into married guys?"

"As a rule, I don't seek them out. I'm not in the market to being a defendant in a divorce case. But if I run into them in an adult place, they're fair game."

"You have a boyfriend?" he asked, running his hand higher up her thigh to just under her skirt.

"I do."

"What does he think of you playing in adult theaters?"

"He's okay with it. We know we'll eventually be together, just the two of us, so I'm in my 'get it out of my system' phase," she answered as she applied more pressure to his straining bulge.

"You guys going to get married eventually."

"Absolutely."

"And you wouldn't change for a guy like me?" he asked smiling.

"No offense, but I have my heart set on him. And as sexy as you probably are out of that suit, it wouldn't be enough to change my mind."

"Well-said. I do appreciate your honesty. And I find you very sexy and desirable."

"Well, I do hope so. I've been rubbing your cock through your slacks all this time and he's ready to burst the seams. So at least he likes me," she said smiling.

"Oh, I like you too." He leaned over and kissed her lips softly. "So why not get down on your knees like a good girl and take care of Uncle Phil."

"Mmm, yes, Sir."

She got on her knees as she'd been told and unfastened his slacks and pulled the zipper down. His girth from his body, as well as his cock, pushed his pants open quickly. He lifted his ass and the two of them pulled down his slacks and underwear; Danielle pushing them the rest of the way around his ankles. The video screen changed to a bright scene and Danielle could plainly see his hard cock poking obscenely at her like a missile.

"Oh my, God, Uncle Phil, your cock is so big!" she said, acting the part of a young, surprised niece.

"And it's all for you, baby," he said, grinning lewdly.

She leaned in and kissed the wet tip of his 5-inch cock. What was most impressive about his cock was the thickness; it was at least 3-inches thick. It was circumcised and had a large mushroom head; Danielle thought it was beautiful and told him so. He put a hand on her head and drew her face closer to his cock. The wet tip poked her lips and she opened her mouth, lowering her head and taking as much of his cock as she could. It wasn't the length that was giving her trouble, it was the thickness; one that thick, she found it difficult to get the whole cock in her mouth. But she tried. She sucked and slurped and tasted his sweet precum as it flowed onto her tongue. She reached in and caressed his large balls as she enjoyed his meaty fuckpole. She bobbed rhythmically, running her tongue all around the head and what part of the shaft she could reach. He was caressing her head and alternating from moaning and saying her name hotly. Just the way he was speaking to her was making her hard and wet.

"Baby, you look so fucking hot down there with my fat cock in your mouth," he panted. "Can I take a few pictures?"

Without taking her mouth off of his lovely cock, she nodded and hummed a "Mm-hm" to him. As she bobbed slowly, he took out his phone and took several shots of her with his cock in her mouth at various depths. She increased the speed of her oral manipulations of his love muscle and his breathing quickened. She felt his balls churn and tighten under her tickling fingertips. His precum was flowing out of his cock so much so that she had to swallow at regular intervals in order to keep it from leaking out of her mouth. She moaned around his cock as she got him closer to the edge of orgasm. But her moans weren't necessarily for his benefit; she was enjoying this man's cock immensely. It was clean, it tasted good and if his precum was any indication, his semen was going to be a very sweet treat.

"Oh, God, Danielle, I'm so close. Can I cum in your pretty mouth?" he asked breathlessly.

She repeated the head nod and "Mm-hm" as she felt both of his hands on her head. A few minutes later, he bellowed "Oh, fuck!" and stiffened. The first of several hot spurts of semen erupted from his cock, hitting the back of her throat. She took a deep breath and then swallowed his molten sperm as it fired in her mouth and filled her cheeks. He kept a hold on her head while he ejaculated. His breathing was ragged and loud; his panting mixed with his moaning was turning on Danielle immensely. Her cock oozed precum down her stiff shaft and dripped onto the floor. His body relaxed and he exhaled roughly one last time before he began to regain his normal breathing. He let go of Danielle's head and she swiped her lips along the shaft of his cock from base to tip, collecting all the cum that was still evident in her mouth. Swallowing one last time, she leaned in and kissed his still-rock hard cock. It bounced slightly with each beat of his heart. Danielle swallowed and wiped what little moisture was left on her lips. She looked up at his smiling face and she returned the devilish smile.

"Thank you, Uncle Phil, your sperms were tasty."

"Thank you, baby. Come up here and sit on Uncle Phil's lap."

He helped her to her feet and indicated to her how he wanted her to sit. She put her knees on the couch on either side of his big body. She lowered herself on his lap and she could feel the cool tip of his damp cock touch her hot asshole lightly. The touch sent tingles to her cock and she moaned at the contact. He put his arms around her and she did the same, encircling his wide shoulders so their faces were almost touching.

"Did I do okay, Uncle Phil?" she asked, placing soft kisses on his face.

"You did great, baby," he responded by kissing her lips softly. "You're Uncle Phil's favorite niece."

"Thank you, Uncle Phil," she said, rubbing her asshole on the head of his cock while kissing his lips.

He let his hands rub down her back and he cupped each cheek of her soft ass in each of his fat hands. He kneaded her ass gently, all the while kissing her face and neck. She continued to hump into him; her asshole wet from Jason's earlier cum deposit, it moistened the head of his cock, making the rubbing that much more arousing. They remained there, making out and rubbing on each other for quite some time, despite the handful of guys that came in and then left the room when they got no action.

"Baby," he said, hugging her firmly, "Uncle Phil has to get back to work."

She groaned in mock-disappointment, but she figured his lunchtime was nearly over as they'd been there for at least a half-hour.

"Maybe you can come see me at my hotel sometime. Would you like that?"

"Oh yes, Uncle Phil. Will I get to suck your cock again? Please, Sir?" she asked, kissing him softly.

"Mmm, I love your mouth on me, honey. You can have my cock anytime you want it."

"Thank you, Sir." Another kiss.

"You're welcome, baby. I have to go now."

"Okay," she said softly, feigning disappointment.

She kissed him deeply and then got up off of his lap slowly, making sure she had all her leg strength back. He got up off the couch and she helped him dress, kissing his cock one last time before he tucked it back into his underwear and slacks. They made sure they were reasonably presentable and left the theater room. As they got out to the store area, he handed her a business card.

"Call me anytime you want to play, Danielle."

"I'll do that," she said smiling.

"If you don't get me direct, just tell whoever answers that you want your Uncle Phil. It'll be alright," he said winking.

"Sounds good."

"Thank you for an amazing blowjob," he said drawing her face to his and kissing her.

"Thank you, Uncle Phil," she said smiling.

He smiled wide at her and left the store.

Danielle went back in the booth area to look for Suzie and Tara, but found neither. Taking her phone out of her purse, she saw that she had a text waiting from Suzie:

"Saw you were busy, didn't want to bother you. Tara enjoyed a couple cocks. Heading back to the hotel. Come see me later. xoxoxoxoxox"

She put her phone back in her purse and went into a booth as she heard the door buzzer once again. She was standing and rubbing her cock, watching the gay action on the booth's video screen when out of the corner of her eye she saw someone checking her out. She looked and saw another businessman, this one younger and slimmer, in a dark suit with his dress shirt open at the top with his tie removed. He had dark hair and gray sideburns, he had both his hands in his pockets as he smiled and looked her over. It was obvious she was a T-Girl as he watched her stroke her cock to the sex show. She figured she'd make the first move, so she let go of her cock and got on her knees. He had the option of joining her in the booth or going into the adjacent booth and sticking his cock through the hole. He wasn't sure which way to go, so she took her index finger and rubbed it around the head of her cock, then seductively sucked on her finger, tasting her sweet precum. His mind made up, he walked slowly into her booth and opened his zipper, fishing out his cock and hanging it in her face.

It was a semi-soft cock, uncircumcised and about seven inches long. The tip brushed her nose until she leaned in and licked the head. He opened his pants and let them and his underwear fall to his ankles. Then she opened her mouth and sucked softly as she reached up with a hand to stroke the shaft. In a few minutes, his cock was fully hard and she was bobbing rhythmically, stroking his shaft and caressing his balls. He was a loud one; as he pumped her mouth he moaned so loudly, people could probably hear him outside the store. But he was into the feelings she was giving his cock. His precum flowed and she swished it around her mouth as she swirled her tongue around the head. He held onto the sides of the booth and his head was thrown back. His entire body shook with the pre-orgasm shivers. She plunged his cock in her mouth as far as it would go; the slick head poking her throat. She momentarily gagged and he let out one more gasp. His cock fired off several quick spurts of watery cum. It wasn't the best tasting she'd ever had, but it wasn't too bad. She swallowed his seed while moaning around his cock, sending more shivers up his body. He couldn't take much after cumming and yanked his cock out of her mouth forcefully; his body still shivering in post-orgasmic bliss even after contact was broken with his sensitive still-dripping-cum cockhead. She swallowed and wiped her mouth; he looked down at her through glazed eyes and panted. She thought she heard him say 'Thank you' and she smiled at him as she got to her feet. She went into the store area, leaving the businessman to compose and dress himself. She waited an additional ten minutes for her cock to soften sufficiently that she wouldn't cause a scene on the way back to the hotel. She said goodbye to the old woman and left the Sampson.

When she got back to her room, she saw that it was only 1:30PM. She sent a quick text to Suzie:

"Just got to my room, kinda tired. Gonna lay down for a bit. I'll come see you when I get back from dinner with Jason, around 6. oxoxoxo"

Then she sent one to Jason:

"Sorry to bother you, just wanted to say I'm going to nap a bit. Call me when you get here. Love you. XOXOXOX"

She shed her clothes quickly, leaving them on top of the dresser. She jumped in the shower and did a quick wash, getting herself fresh inside and out. She dried, padded to the bed and lay down on the cool sheets. In moments, she drifted off to sleep.

Danielle awoke at 2:40. She lay there for a few minutes, looking up at the clouds, thinking. She got herself up and slipped on a black lace bra and panty set, the panties being of the thong type. Then she took out the outfit she'd received that morning. Two of the accessories she folded neatly and tucked inside her purse. She took out the outfit and her black pumps and got dressed. Checking herself out in the mirror, she was very satisfied at the result. Taking a black blazer that she'd bought on her Philadelphia trip, she put it on and buttoned it up, checking to see how it looked with her slightly-poufy black skirt. Pleased with the outcome, she decided to freshen up her makeup as she waited for Jason's call.

At 2:58 her phone rang.

"Hello, love," she said happily.

"Hiya, honey, I'm downstairs."

"Where are you at?" she asked slipping her purse on a shoulder.

"At the front desk."

"Okay, I'll be right down."

"Great!"

She disconnected, tossed the phone in her purse and closed the door behind her.

Entering the lobby, she saw Jason standing at the main counter talking with Scott.

"And here I thought you weren't one to kiss and tell," she said, teasing Jason.

"I wasn't, I-"

"Uh huh," she said raising an eyebrow.

"He didn't, really," Scott offered.

"Uh huh."

"Really, I-"

"Come on, Mr. Romantic," she said playfully as she grabbed his hand. "See you later, Scott," she said, glancing back, smiling.

"Really, I wasn't talking about you," he sounded apologetic.

"I know, silly," she said smiling as they made their way to the parking deck.

"Isn't it too hot for a jacket? And it looks like you're wearing a tutu."

"It's fine, and it's a skirt."

They got in the car and navigated out to the street. Jason finally got out onto Pacific Avenue and made his way toward his apartment.

"How was the visit with your family?" she asked, looking out the window.

"Fine. But I had to drive around for a bit with the windows open to get rid of the sex smells."

"Don't blame me, it was your idea."

"Who was the one who wanted to get fucked on my back seat?" he asked grinning.

"Oh shut up."

They ran into some afternoon traffic, but Jason managed it well. They were on the main avenue heading toward the Marina when Danielle saw something that caught her eye.

"Honey, pull in there...over to the left. We'll get something for dinner in there."

"In a supermarket?" he asked, making the turn.

"Don't you cook?"

"You asked me that already," he responded, chuckling.

"I'll take that as a 'no'," she said grinning.

They got out and Danielle made quick work of the items that she'd need to make dinner. She paid for the groceries and Jason was back out on the road in a matter of ten minutes.

Soon after, they were on their way up to his apartment. After entering, Danielle asked Jason to put the groceries in the kitchen and open the wine as she had to use the bathroom. She heard him call from outside, "Do you want me to pour the wine?"

She called back: "No, honey, it's alright."

As she removed her jacket, she heard Jason walk past the bathroom door and settle down on the couch. She made the two adjustments to her outfit that she needed and she walked out of the bathroom.

He was sitting on the end of the couch closest to the windows and when he saw her enter, he dropped the mail he'd been looking at. She walked over and stood at the opposite end of the couch, smiling at him.

"Good evening, Sir, dinner will be ready at five o'clock," she said.

His gaze took several passes of her from head-to-toe, as if he wasn't sure what he was seeing. She was dressed in a French Maid outfit; the white apron and white lace headband accented the costume perfectly. She beamed widely at him, appreciating his lustful gaze.

"Jesus, Danielle, you're fucking hot!" he finally blurted out.

"Thank you, Sir," she said as she did a proper curtsey. "Will you accompany me to the kitchen?"

"Hell yes!"

She giggled at his excitement.

Entering the kitchen, he scooped her in his arms and kissed her deeply. When it was over, she smoothed out her outfit as if he'd messed things up.

"Sir, I'll have you know I am a maid, not a sex toy," she said in mock- displeasure.

"That's what you think," he muttered.

"Oh shut up," she giggled. "Now get me a baking pan."

He reached in a cabinet near her head and handed the glass pan to her. It wasn't necessarily dirty, but looked as though it hadn't been used in quite some time.

"When was the last time you used this?"

"Um, I haven't."

"Oh, for heaven's sake. You do need a wife."

"The position's open and I'm accepting applications," he said with a grin.

"I better be the only applicant," she said grinning, as she rinsed the pan in the sink.

"So far," he chuckled.

"I'll rig the application if you don't behave," she said as she dried the pan. "You do have oil, yes?"

"Yes, I have oil," he answered, reaching in a lower cabinet.

"Put the oven on three-fifty, honey."

Danielle took the needed steps to oil the pan and prepare the Italian sausage for cooking.

"Foil and wine glasses."

"I have wine glasses?" he asked, handing her the foil from a drawer.

"It's 3:45," she said, looking at her watch. "I'll start the sauce at 4:10."

As she covered the pan with foil, Jason found two juice glasses he'd had and rinsed and dried them. After putting the sausage in the oven, she set the oven timer for one hour.

"Go sit, I'll bring the wine in."

He left the kitchen to return to the couch and Danielle organized the rest of the items on the counter that she'd need to complete dinner. She grabbed the wine and the two glasses and joined Jason in the living room.

She put the wine and glasses on the far end of the table.

"I'll have to set the table. Where are your dishes and utensils?"

"In the cabinet above the microwave. The forks are in the drawer next to the stove."

Danielle made quick work setting up their places on the dining room table. She went back and stood next to Jason; he'd been watching her glide happily around his apartment, doing all the required tasks to make dinner.

"Would you care for some wine, Sir?"

"I would, yes," he said, grinning.

She turned around and bent over the end of the coffee table where she'd put the wine and glasses. She had a grin on her face as she poured the wine; she could feel his gaze on her legs and nearly-naked ass. She raised herself up and turned around, trying to keep from smiling as she handed him his wine.

"Join me," he said.

"Yes, Sir, " she said, taking hold of her glass and sitting next to him on the edge of the cushion. As she sat, she noticed that he had a nice bulge growing in his loose pants. A little grin showed at one corner of her mouth. He saw her looking at him and he grinned, in turn. She took a sip of wine and licked her lips, while looking at his growing bulge.

"Stand up."

She stood up as instructed.

"No, over here in front of me."

She shifted her position to the one he desired.

"Now, on your knees."

"Yes, Sir," she said, lowering herself on her knees, sitting on her heels.

She looked at him with expectation in her eyes. She watched as he reached and unbuttoned his slacks, lowering the zipper and then pulling them, and his underwear, down to his ankles. She saw his beautiful cock spring around as he moved and she instinctively licked her lips. He took the shaft in a few fingers and pointed his cock toward her.

"Now suck it, but stay where you are."

"Yes, Sir."

In order for her to suck his cock, she had to lean forward on her hands so she ended up in the classic 'on your hands and knees' position. He held his cock with one hand and the other found its way to the back of her head where he pushed firmly. His cock entered her mouth and in seconds he could feel the head hitting the back of her throat. He took her head in both hands and used her head as a fuck toy; he raised and lowered her head as he saw fit.

"What was that you said about not being a sex toy?" he panted.

Her only response was muffled groans as he repeatedly jabbed his cock at the back of her throat; he loved hearing her gag. His precum started to flow and he was panting, enjoying her mouth on his cock as he watched her ass sway this- way-and-that in the reflection of the entertainment center's glass doors.

"Suck harder, slut."

She moaned that she understood his command and she complied; as a result, she felt more precum flow from his cock. His breathing became ragged and his grip became stronger. He fucked her mouth furiously and even though she swallowed as best as she could, she felt drools and drips of spit and precum leak from her lips. He grabbed her hair forcefully.

"Fuck!"

His cock erupted in her mouth and throat. She choked and swallowed the hot liquid that poured into her oral cavity. He continued to force her head to bob to his ejaculations as he tried humping his hips off the couch up to meet her face. She swallowed several times; each time the amount of sex fluid was less and less. His body relaxed on the couch as he tried to catch his breath. Her head slipped easily from his weakening grasp and she swiped her mouth up his shaft, causing him to shiver. She swallowed one last time and sat back on her heels.

"Fuck, you have a hot mouth," he panted.

"Thank you, Sir," she said in a raspy voice.

"Go wipe your mouth, slut, you have cum all over your chin."

"Yes, Sir," she said, getting up and heading into the kitchen.

She rinsed her chin and lips and dried them. Jason came in a moment later, wrapping his arms around his lover.

"You're amazing, I love role-playing with you," he whispered in her ear.

She turned her head and kissed him. "It's easy when I'm with you."

He kissed the side of her head.

"Now let me get to making the rest of our dinner," she chuckled.

He leaned against a counter as he watched her prepare dinner. The first thing she did was to take the sausage out of the oven and flip them. Then she put the uncovered pan back in to bake. In a frying pan, she browned ground beef and added spices, mushrooms and diced tomatoes. As they simmered, she poured in a touch of the Valpolicella. Then she started the water for the linguine. She went back to the frying pan and added a can of tomato sauce and one of puree.

"There. Everything will be ready at five."

"You're amazing to watch, you know that?"

"I did grow up in an Italian family."

"Say something in Italian."

She thought for a moment, put her hand on her head in surprise and said, "Ho dimenticato le candele!"

"What's that mean?"

"I forgot the candles."

"What? No it doesn't."

"Damn! And yes, it does," she chuckled.

"Oh, well, we don't need candles, we have each other."

She looked at him warmly and touched the side of his face. "Dici sempre le cose giuste; e ti amo," she said, then kissed him.

She saw the blank look on his face and chuckled. "I said 'you always say the right things, and I love you'."

He smiled and kissed her.

Thirty minutes later, Danielle was putting the final dishes on the table. She had him sit at the table so she could finish cooking and bringing everything out. They sat close together at the table and she served him his plate of linguine and sausage with a side piece of garlic bread. She took her portion and refreshed their glasses of wine.

"Buon appetito, Signore," she said, raising her glass momentarily.

They began to eat.

Jason took a forkful of pasta and sauce. The look on his face was pure astonishment.

"My, God, Danielle, this is fantastic!"

"Thank you," she said, smiling widely. "But didn't you think it would be good?"

"Yes, of course, but this is better than my mother's cooking," he said excitedly.

"Thank you for the lovely compliment."

"You could teach her a thing or two." They laughed.

They each had several mouthfuls of the excellent cuisine and sipped some wine as they held hands on the table.

"Speaking of your family, do they know you're gay?"

"Yeah, but they're not really into it. They tolerate it."

"Did you tell them about me?"

"I told them I met a T-Girl, then had to explain you to them."

"And?"

"They were expectantly nonplussed."

"Am I going to meet them?"

"Do you want to?"

"Honestly, I'll go with whatever makes you happy. If you think having me meet them will cause you issues, then I'll pass."

"Fair enough," he said as they sipped more wine.

After a little more conversation, they finished their dinner.

"This was amazing, Danielle, thank you."

"It was my pleasure, Sir," she said, giggling.

"You do make a hot French Maid," he said smiling.

"I'll be anything you want," she said, leaning over and kissing him deeply. Breaking the kiss, she said sadly, "It's almost time to go. We have to clean up."

Jason helped Danielle bring everything into the kitchen.

"Do you have containers, honey?"

"Just a bunch of Chinese food containers," he said.

"They'll do."

Jason watched as she put all the leftover food in containers and then stacked them in the refrigerator. She left two containers with food on the counter.

"Taking those back to your room?"

"Actually, I thought Scott might like a little home-cooked food."

He smiled and hugged her. "You're amazing."

She kissed him. "You keep saying," she chuckled.

"Because it's true."

Jason helped Danielle as she washed all the dishes; he rinsed and stacked them in the rack. In short order, everything was cleaned up from their dinner.

"I wish I could stay the night, but I know you have to work."

"Yeah, it sucks. Maybe another night before you go home."

"It's a date," she said smiling.

Ten minutes later, Jason was pulling the car out of the parking lot and on the way back towards the hotel.

As rush-hour had ended over an hour earlier, they made quick time back to the Starr; it was just approaching six o'clock. He pulled in the garage and drove up the incline to the employee's level. He pulled in his spot, parked and shut the engine off. He put his arm around her shoulders and drew her to him. He kissed her softly, licking her lips and then licking her tongue as her lips parted.

"I am so glad I met you," he whispered in her ear, making her smile widely.

"You're pretty amazing yourself, Mr. Romantic," she replied, kissing him.

"We should go or I'll stay here all night with you."

"There'll be other nights, honey," she said as she kissed him one more time before getting out.

As he got out of the car, Jason noticed that Danielle was still wearing her headband and apron.

"You might want to take off...' he said, waving his hand in the area of his head and abdomen.

"Shit, I forgot," she chuckled. "I'm only a French Maid for you," she said, removing the extra items and putting them in her purse.

They started for the lobby, but she suddenly took hold of his arm, stopping him.

"I wanna kiss you one more time," she said, drawing him closer and kissing him deeply. He wrapped his arms around her and she moaned in his mouth. He kissed her cheek and then kissed and nibbled her neck. One final kiss on her lips and he let her go.

"That should hold you 'til tomorrow," he chuckled.

"We'll see," she smiled.

He held the door for her as they entered the lobby. Scott was at the opposite end of the counter in his street clothes. The two walked down and Scott smiled as they approached.

"Hey, guys," he greeted them warmly.

Danielle leaned in and kissed him and handed him the bag she'd made for him.

"What's this?"

"Danielle made dinner at my place tonight."

"And I wanted you to have some. There's linguine and sausage and the other container has the sauce. The foil has garlic bread in it," she said, smiling at the tall blonde man.

"Wow, thank you, Danielle," he said, genuinely touched by her kindness. "I really appreciate it," he said, leaning in and kissing her warmly. "I'll have to save it for lunch time, though," he added.

"I understand. Jason said something about some special work."

She kissed Jason again, "See you tomorrow morning, honey."

"I'll run by your room at eight."

"Take care, Scott, see you tomorrow."

"Good night, Danielle."

"Have a good night, guys."

She started walking away and turned suddenly, addressing Jason: "Ti amo!" and threw him a kiss.

He smiled and returned the gesture and then she was gone in the crowd.

Danielle made her way back to her room and disrobed from the maid outfit and pumps. She logged into Squirt and checked her mails. She saw a few offers from guys, but they were all from her hometown area, so she passed on those. One mail was from a guy in the Trenton area that she'd met previously, who was willing to travel nearly anywhere. She knew him as "Daddy David", a widower in his late-50s. After his wife passed, he discovered a fascination for young T- Girls, some who were proper sissies and others who just role-played. And even though she was one of the ones that just role-played, he was very much into her. The one time that they had met, David paid for a hotel room as well as dinner and gas for her car. He'd joined her that evening and stayed most of the night with her. She remembered it fondly of being a very loving and affectionate night. Yes, they'd had sex, but also engaged in a lot of caressing, kissing and cuddling. He liked his T-Girls in pink and pigtails and on the submissive side. Not that he was dominant in the strict BDSM sense, but he liked playing the role of "Daddy". They stayed in contact often; their lack of meeting was mainly due to Danielle's work schedule. Over time they'd exchanged photos, videos and even phone calls, so she knew him very well, even though she'd only met him in person once. He was always spending some kind of money on her; a lot of times he'd send her money with a bank transfer or he'd buy things for her from her Amazon wish list. He was always very sweet and kind. So she responded to his mail and told him that he could come by at eight that evening and stay 'til midnight as she'd have an appointment in the morning.

Wrapping a black satin robe around her and making sure she had her room key, she padded barefoot to Suzie's room. As the door handle was free of signs, she knocked on the door. A few moments later, Suzie's warm smile greeted her.

"Hey, Sugar," Suzie said, making way for Danielle to enter.

"Hi, honey," she said, kissing the sexy blonde as she walked by.

Tara was lounging in the easy chair barefoot, in shorts and t-shirt and smiled when she saw Danielle. She got up and walked over to her new friend.

"Hi, Danielle," she said smiling.

"Hello, sweetie," Danielle responded, kissing the young T-Girl on the lips, making her blush. "How are you guys doing?"

Suzie pulled Danielle over and they sat on the edge of the bed as Tara returned to her spot on the chair.

"We're doing good," Suzie said. "We were just going to have dinner, we just didn't decide where to have it. What do you think?"

"Well, if I may suggest," she began, "Tara your shyness gives a special quality to your cuteness, however, I believe you should get out more. Display to the world your true self. You're beautiful, inside and out, and you should show people that you're not afraid to be who you truly are."

Tara looked as though she was about to cry. She got up and went over to Danielle, getting on her knees and taking Danielle in her arms and squeezed her tightly.

"Thank you," she said sniffling softly.

Danielle returned the hug. "Hey now," she said softly, "no crying," she said, patting the young girl's back gently.

"Happy tears," she whispered, kissing Danielle's cheek.

Danielle looked to Suzie who looked like her eyes were moist. Danielle held out her hand and Suzie joined in the hug, kissing them both.

"So go out and enjoy dinner, it's a beautiful evening."

Tara kissed Danielle one more time and wiped her eyes as she sat back on the chair. Suzie dabbed at her eyes, though she teasingly made it seem she'd had something in her eye.

"Why don't you join us?" Suzie suggested.

"Thank you, but another night. I made dinner for Jason tonight at his place. So I'm filled with linguine and sausage."

"Wow, you're pulling all the stops out to get your claws into him, huh?" Suzie teased. Tara laughed along.

"They do say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach," Danielle said.

"There is another way," Suzie quipped.

"I had that, too."

"Slut!" Suzie exclaimed and Tara giggled.

"He is my boyfriend!" Danielle chuckled.

"That's not the point."

"Yeah, well. What can I say?"

Danielle got up and leaned over and kissed Suzie on the lips.

"Are you sure you don't want to join us?"

"Positive. I am kinda tired. How about tomorrow night?"

Tara nodded enthusiastically. Suzie agreed.

"It's a date," Danielle said.

Suzie got off the bed as Danielle leaned down and kissed Tara on the lips warmly, gently rubbing the tip of her tongue on the young girl's lips.

"Have fun tonight," she told the girl.

Suzie and Danielle started for the door and Tara smiled as she got up. They all walked to the door, holding hands.

"See you both tomorrow."

The girls said their goodbyes; Danielle gave Suzie a quick kiss on the lips. Then she gave Tara a warm hug and kissed her again, softly but deeply, caressing Tara's tongue with her own. A final kiss on the cheek and Danielle headed to her room.

As she walked away, she thought she heard the young T-Girl say "Wow!" and Suzie respond "She's amazing, isn't she?"

By the time she'd returned to her room, Danielle saw it was 6:45. After leaving Suzie's room, she'd realized that she didn't quite have the type of clothing that she'd prefer wearing for David. So she logged into Squirt to confirm that he was going to visit. Tossing on a t-shirt, shorts and sneakers, she grabbed her purse and headed out. The first stop was the Sampson, where she picked up a couple articles of clothing that she'd seen hanging in the store and a couple of accessories. Ignoring the urge to get on her knees in a booth as she saw quite a few guys hanging out, she left and hit one of the curio shops on the boardwalk for a couple of extra items to add to her night's outfit. Heading back to her room, she decided she'd take a quick shower and lay on the bed a while. She set her alarm for 7:30 on her phone and laid it on the nightstand, in case she fell asleep, and lay on the cool sheets, hugging a pillow and daydreaming.

Her phone chimed at 7:30, breaking her from a mental replay of her first night with Jason. She got up and made her way to the bathroom where she'd do her makeup for the night. Tonight's makeup would be a bit different: omitting the eyeliner, she put a very light coat of mascara on then some matte pink eye shadow; it's pink color was not bright or flashy, but rather on the subdued side and complimented her eyes just enough. Next came the blush; she used a shade slightly brighter than she'd normally use and she added a little extra to give her cheeks a distinct rosy hue. Last came the lipstick: not a color that she'd normally use for everyday wear, she applied a couple of coats of a Revlon color called 'Gentlemen Prefer Pink'. It was a bright-enough pink to be noticeable, but not so bright as to be clownish.

Then came her outfit for the night: first, because her natural hair was not yet long enough, she took her wig into the bathroom; there she styled it into pigtails with the bangs hanging just above her eyes. She took the pink ribbon she'd purchased earlier in the 99¢ curio shop and cut two-equal lengths; these she used to tie the pigtails in place. Using clips, she fastened the wig to her natural hair, in case Daddy decided to tug on her pigtails. Then she headed to the dresser. It only took a few minutes to dress as there were only four pieces of clothing to put on. Taking the remaining section of ribbon, she looped it around her neck, effectively making a satin pink choker from the ribbon. She fastened it, tying a bow, and adjusting it so the bow was off-center to the right. Putting the last two items for her costume on the nightstand, she logged into Squirt and saw that Daddy mailed her that he'd be arriving near the hotel close to eight o'clock. She sent a reply that she was excited to see him and that she'd leave the door open a crack for him. She included her room number and logged out. She got up and went and cracked the door open and returned to sit on the edge of the bed. Taking in hand the last two accessories from the nightstand, she sat on the bed, waiting for Daddy.

Ten minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. Standing up as the door opened slowly, she saw Daddy enter. He was dressed in a light blue dress shirt with the top few buttons undone, covered with a light jacket. His dark slacks fit his stocky 5-foot-8-inch body snugly, slightly overlapping dark athletic shoes. He closed the door as softly as he'd knocked, then came over, smiling.

"Oh, you look so pretty tonight, Dani Girl," he said, awed by her beauty.

She did a little curtsey as he looked her over. His eyes sparkled as he took in her pink babydoll nightie, which was short enough to show off her pink satin panties. To complete the look, she'd slipped on white ankle socks with frilly lace trim hanging down from the cuffs. He smiled at how her pigtails were secured with pink bows and that she'd had the same type around her neck. He softly said "Sweet" as he watched her there holding a stuffed bear. He stepped closer and reached for her face.

"You look so cute with that binkie in your mouth, baby," he said, gently pulling the small rubber pacifier from between her sucking lips. "Oo, such pretty pink lips."

"Thank you, Daddy," she said, smiling.

"Give Daddy a kiss, baby girl."

She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on his lips. He chuckled and stepped back, taking off his jacket, tossing it on the easy chair.

"You did better last time, Dani. Give Daddy a real kiss."

This time she shyly leaned in and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, squishing the stuffed bear between them. She pressed her lips to his and a moment later, his tongue snaked out of his mouth and parted her lips. For a few moments they mashed their lips and rubbed their tongues together. He broke the kiss gently, softly licking her succulent lips.

"Such pretty pink lips, Dani," he whispered again.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said before he slipped the pacifier back between her lips.

"Lay on the bed, Daddy's going to get undressed."

She did as instructed, leaning back on the pillows, tucking her legs behind her while she clutched her bear. She watched as he slowly, with purpose, unbuttoned his shirt and slacks. Laying the shirt on his jacket, he kicked off his sneakers and let his pants drop to the floor. He pulled off his underwear and placed them, along with his folded pants, on the chair with the rest of his clothes. He walked around the bed, coming to stand behind his pink-clad lover. He got down on the bed and she scooted slightly forward to make room for his stocky body. She could feel his hard cock poke her bottom through the pink satin. He wrapped an arm around her, hugging her close from behind, rubbing his face lightly on the side of her head, giving her little kisses.

"You always have something in your mouth, baby girl. Either binkies or your thumb, you're always sucking something."

She nodded and moaned an "Mm-hm".

"Let's take that binkie out of your mouth. Daddy has something else you can put in there, baby."

He pulled the pacifier out of her mouth causing a sharp smacking sound and he placed it on the nightstand next to her phone.

"I've missed you, Dani Girl," he said, taking a breath of her scent from close to her head. He took her bear and placed it on the bed, leaning it against the nightstand.

"I've missed you, Daddy," she said, turning her head so they could make out.

And make out they did; he kissed her lips and sucked her tongue like a man having a last meal. She turned her body so she was nearly facing him and her legs were stretched out on the bed. He caressed her under her nightie and she rubbed and stroked his leaking cock. They kissed hotly, moaning and panting into each other's mouth. Their faces got damp with saliva and his slight stubble tickled and scratched her soft face.

"Daddy took a pill for my baby girl tonight. So now Daddy can be hard for you the whole time, baby."

She moaned as she went in for another round of kissing. He moved his caresses from her soft chest and tummy to the front of her panties. He lightly caressed her hard cock and felt a damp spot on her panties; her cock was leaking and soaking the pink material.

"You're so wet, Dani. Daddy's so glad you're happy to see him."

"Very happy, Daddy," she said, placing kisses on his face and neck.

"Daddy's wet, too," he said. She felt his precum ooze of his cock and she frequently smeared it around the head as she rubbed him. He took her hand momentarily and slipped her first two fingers in her mouth. "Suck Daddy's precum, baby girl."

She followed his command and sucked and licked all his precum off of her fingers.

"That's a good girl," he said. "Now, come down here and suck Daddy's cock, baby," he said, pushing on the back of her head.

She positioned herself on her hands and knees with her head pointing towards his feet. She had clear access to his cock and he had access to her panty-covered ass. Which became panty-less as she lowered her mouth down his 6- inch cock. It was a lovely cock; average in length and a little above-average in thickness. He was circumcised and had a nice mushroom head. She moaned around his love stick as she savored its taste and texture.

"Do you like the way Daddy's cock tastes, Dani?"

She swirled her tongue around the head and moaned as she took her mouth from his cock momentarily to say, "Yes, Daddy, your sperms taste very good."

As she bobbed rhythmically on his pole, he peeled down her satin panties, revealing her sweet ass. He pulled the panties down as far as he could and kissed her ass all over. Soon though, he pulled apart those soft globes of heaven and licked her tight pooper. He moaned in her asshole as he licked and sucked. She moaned as the feeling of his hot tongue penetrated her most private erotic zone. This continued for some time; she sucked steadily on his cock as he sucked and licked her asshole.

But this circle of pleasure came to an end eventually as he took his mouth from the crack of her ass; his face glistened from his saliva.

"Come lay here on your back, baby, Daddy wants to fuck you."

She took her mouth off of his cock and she repositioned herself, leaning against the pillows. He took her panties from around her knees and over her sock-covered feet. After wiping his face on her panties, he tossed them on the floor, taking her ankles in his hands. He held her feet in the air, opening her legs, as he positioned his cock near her sloppy asshole. He grasped her thighs, just above her knees and spread them apart further. In a quick thrust, he jabbed his cock up her tight asshole and she whimpered loudly.

"Now, now, Dani Girl, just relax, it'll get better," he said, lowering himself on her and petting her head.

She whimpered again and nodded, and then he began a slow, steady pumping of her love tunnel. He leaned down and kissed her face, her neck and finally zeroed in on her lips. They made out as before, but this time his big body was pushing against her and his hard cock was invading her tingling anus. Her moaning increased in frequency and volume.

"Feel better?"

She nodded as she could feel tingles spread from his use of her asshole. She moaned quietly into his neck and held him tight. She wrapped her legs around his thighs as he huffed and panted and pounded her fuckhole. The frequency of his thrusts increased as well as their strength; her moans turned to grunts as he pressed into her heavily with each thrust. His breathing got ragged and she felt his cock grow harder.

"Dani Girl," he panted, "Daddy's gonna cum."

She moaned in response.

Taking a breath, he said, "Can Daddy cum in your pussy, baby girl?"

She moaned and nodded quickly to him. "(uh)...c-cum in my...pussy, Daddy," she panted.

She said the words he wanted to hear for a second later, he gasped and tensed up. His cock fired off several spurts of semen into her hot love tunnel. His cum was hotter and she moaned at how it felt flowing into her body. He panted and shivered as he kept his hard cock in her asshole. He panted and moaned into the side of her head, kissing her occasionally. When he felt he was done cumming, he slowly withdrew his cock from her slick asshole. She felt a little of his semen drip out of her as the tip of his cock passed her anal ring. She breathed freely as he lowered himself next to her, draping an arm over her tummy and kissing the side of her head repeatedly.

"I love you, Dani Girl," he said, catching his breath.

"I love you, Daddy," she said, seeking out his mouth for more kissing.

They lay like that on the bed for close to an hour, hugging, kissing and caressing each other. Even though he'd just fucked her and came, his cock was still hard and she enjoyed rubbing and stroking it. Her cock meanwhile, was just as hard and leaking, but without panties, her tummy and nightie were the things getting soaked with her precum.

"Daddy thinks his baby girl needs to cum. Do you need to cum, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He raised her nightie and took her cock in his hand. He started a slow stroke and leaned in and kissed her lips. She moaned in response and he increased the speed of his stroking; she humped her hips in time with his motions. He watched her body as he jerked her off; her tummy rose and fell quickly with her heavy breathing, her hips humped as she tried to drive her cock further into his fist and her toes wiggled and curled in her thin socks in time with her humping. She moaned loudly into the side of his face.

"Do you want to cum, baby girl?"

"Y-yes," she panted quietly. "May I cum?...Please, Daddy?" she asked breathlessly.

"Yes," he began as he smeared her dripping precum all around the mushroom head of her cock, intensifying the tingles she was feeling. "You may cum."

Her breathing became hard and jagged; and an occasional grunt could be heard coming from her throat. She gasped as silently as she could and pressed her face into his neck. She moaned loudly, but as most of her mouth was against his neck, it only sounded like a muffled cry. Her cock erupted all over his hand and her tummy as she spurted long ropes of built-up cum. She humped her hips up with each ejaculation and her toes curled and wiggled with the intense levels of pleasure. She slumped down on the bed, panting into his neck as he stroked her softly, making her jump and shiver with the heightened sensitivity around the head of her cock. When she regained her normal breathing, he laid her softening cock gently on her tummy into the sticky pool of her hot orgasm.

"Dani Girl, clean me off," he said, raising his cum-covered fingers to her mouth.

She opened her lips and swiped her tongue along his fingers, gathering up as much of her spent semen as she could. Then she sucked on each finger as if it was a small cock, cleaning it of her emissions, before she moved onto the next one. When she was done, he draped her nightie over her soft cock which still rested in the pool of her sticky mess.

"You're such a good girl, Dani; you had a good cum. But Daddy's not done with you yet."

She whimpered slightly and he slid his body down and kissed her thighs and legs. Standing at the end of the bed, he took her left sock-covered foot in his hand and kissed it all over. As he stroked himself hotly, he kissed and licked her foot, going from her heel to her toes and all around the top. He sniffed in her scent and rubbed her sock-covered sole on his face. He stroked his cock furiously, changing over to the right foot. He rubbed her foot all over his face, inhaling deeply. He stuck her toes in his mouth, all five at once, and sucked them, feeling them wiggle in their cloth confines. The wiggling of her toes sent him over the edge; he dropped her foot to the bed and quickly made his way up alongside the bed.

"Open your mouth, baby girl, Daddy's gonna feed you his cum."

She raised herself on and elbow and leaned toward him, opening her mouth.

"Stick your tongue out a little for Daddy, baby."

A moment later, three thick spurts of his cum landed mainly on her tongue, though some did splatter on her lips. She kept her mouth open in case he had any more. He didn't, so he took her pacifier from the nightstand and rubbed the tip of his wet cock around the nipple, coating it with the last drools of his emissions. Then he put the pacifier in her mouth, smearing the semen that remained on her lips around the inside of the rubber.

"Swallow Daddy's sperms now, baby girl."

She swallowed his small load, moaning at its sweetness.

"That's a good girl," he said, taking his underwear in hand.

She lay there on the bed, resting on the pillows and watched him dress. Before he put his jacket on, he reached over and grabbed her bear, placing it in her arms and wrapping her arms around it in a soft hug. He took the sheet and blanket and drew them up over her.

"It's your bedtime now, baby girl. Daddy'll finish tucking you in and then he'll have to leave," he said as he caressed her head.

She nodded to him in response.

He finished tucking the blanket around her, making sure she was comfy and secure.

"Good night, Dani Girl, I love you," he said as he kissed her forehead.

She nodded to him and he grabbed his jacket. He turned off all the lights and left the room, making sure the door had locked behind him.

Danielle lay there for some time, replaying the events of the night, smiling to herself. She was trying to decide what to do; get up and shower or stay in bed and fall asleep as she'd had a busy day. Her musings were interrupted by her phone coming to life; the screen lit up the room and it chimed that she had a text waiting.

Picking up the phone, she smiled reading that Daddy David had sent her $500 electronically. As before, he was sweet and kind. And generous. She turned the phone off, placed it back on the nightstand and curled up with her bear under the covers. She'd shower and change tomorrow. She drifted off to sleep with a warm smile on her face, the pacifier still between her pretty, pink lips.

To be continued... :)

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Here are the stories in Danielle's Universe:

Episode 01: "Vacation in Atlantic City!"

• I: The Train Ride to Atlantic City

• II: Check-In

• III: Dinner by Starlight

• IV: Sightseeing and a Little Road Trip

• V: A Casino Run and A Dinner Date

• VI: A Day with Jason

• VII: Posting an Online Sex Ad

• VIII: If You Knew Suzie...

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