Blackmail/night out/"You could scoot over here closer"
From Create Your Own Story
You scoot over closer to your Daddy as he slides a hand up your thigh.
"Now spread your legs..." he whispers.
You open your legs a bit. Your Daddy then takes this opportunity to slide a finger into your pussy! You gasp and grab the table,
"Shh... just relax..." he whispers. Then, in a normal voices, he asks "So how was work today, honey?"
You bite your lip as he continues to finger your pussy with an evil smile on his face. You gulp and answer, "Uh work was fine dear. It was... oh....a ...uh... light day and Dr. Milton let me leave early."
Your Daddy smiles as he pushes a second finger into you. "Oh and how is ole Doc Milton these days? Still quacky as ever?"
You grunt as your Daddy continues fingering you. "Dr... uh... Milton.... is doing....uh.... very well..." you reply.
You then jerk as your Daddy removes both fingers suddenly. And just as he does the waiter comes back in with two plates of steak. He sets the smaller steak down in front of you and the larger in front of your Daddy.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" he asks.
"No, no we are just fine," replies your Daddy.
With that the waiter withdraws and closes the curtains again.
The your Daddy holds up the two fingers that were inside you.
"Be a good girl and clean these off for me," he says.
You don't want to lick your own juices off of Daddy's fingers! That's gross! But somehow you are compelled so with your mind screaming no, your body leans forward and sucks on the offered fingers. Well it didn't taste that bad... way better than Dr. Milton's cum earlier.... but why did you just do that you wonder.
"Now eat your steak... and make sure to drink your wine dear," says your Daddy as he cuts into his steak.
You grab your utensils and start in on your steak and potato. You've been acting strangely lately. Why did you just suck your own juices off Daddy's fingers? And why did you not wear underwear to Dr. Milton's today? What is wrong with you? You remember your wine and drink that while eating your steak. Somehow the two just taste right together. Soon your glass is empty and you are full with a quarter of your steak left on your plate. You Daddy looks over at you.
"Are you going to finish that?" he asks.
You just shake your head. With that your Daddy sticks his fork in your steak, cuts it into two bites and quickly eats it. He smiles over at you while hitting a small button.
Shortly thereafter the waiter comes back in, collects the plates, and asks about desert. Your Daddy's says that you have other plans for desert and asks for the check.
The waiter then departs.
You ask, "Where are we going for desert, dear?"
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
