You are rushing from the airport and heading into the city. Michael has booked a room for the evening at the Drake and you are meeting him early for a drink in the bar before going to dinner. It is a very traditional and stuffy old hotel, but just the sort that your older friend seems to appreciate.

You took some time to slip into something appropriate for an evening out in the restroom before leaving the airport. Simple, but elegant. A cream colored silk shirt, a knee length skirt - fitted enough to show off the curve of your hips and short enough to highlight your shapely legs. Also a classic pair of black heels - low enough to be practical to walk in, yet high enough to be stylish and sexy. You hope your lover will be pleased. Actually, you know your lover will be pleased. You have grown quite confident in your ability to anticipate and execute exactly what your gentleman lover seems to most desire. You find the look on his face as he first sees you to be such a thrill. You love how he always makes you feel like daddy's good little girl.

The cab drops you at the main entrance and you walk through the lobby and step into the dark intimacy of the bar. Your heart is beating with excitement as you anticipate seeing your older lover. As your eyes adjust, you see him sitting at a small table in the corner and you cannot help but burst into your most radiant smile... a smile you know will melt the heart of your kind and generous lover. You quickly walk over and are surprised that his eyes do not light up as they normally do and your smile is not returned. All you see is a steady and emotionless gaze.

You immediately sit down and reach your hand out to hold his. Daddy's hand slips past yours and roughly grasps your wrist. You are shocked and his grip is much firmer than needed and painful and you give a little yelp, but as he sternly looks at you over the top of his glasses, you know better than to protest or whimper. But what have you done to displease daddy so? You are on the verge of panic and tears, but you force yourself to breathe deeply and wait for him to say something... anything.

After a moment of silence, Daddy begins. "It seems little girl that I have made the mistake of spoiling you a little too much. You are getting all of my attention, affection and love by doing little more than being sweet and pretty. I am creating an entitled little princess. This evening it is time for you to begin working a little for your Daddy's love. Tonight you are going to learn how to satisfy Daddy's needs."

These words come as such a shock... you, an entitled princess?! But you are such a hard working professional! None of your friends or coworkers would dare call you that.But what have you done to displease your loving Daddy so? His stare is so intense and does not waver. You fight back your tears and try to remain calm.

While maintaining his iron grip upon your wrist, Daddy steps up and impatiently pulls you along. The bartender looks at you both with concern, but you give him a shake of your head before putting all of your concentration into avoiding stumbling as Daddy drags you along.

The ride up the elevator and walk to the room is just a blur. Your heart rapidly beating and your mind racing. Could this be some sort of game or a trick? On the other hand, you feel so alive and such exhilaration! His vice-like grip upon your wrist, while his other hand rests upon your lower back and guides you along. The intensity of Daddy's gaze and the crisp, authoritative commands that he delivers. And what about satisfying Daddy's needs? You find yourself fearful and upon the edge of panic, but also turned on in a way that Daddy has never done to you before.

Daddy swiftly keys and opens the door. Not a single movement is wasted - as soon as the door is open enough you feel yourself flung into the room. Daddy follows right behind and quickly closes and locks the door. You begin walking around looking at the room... It really is quite comfortable and nice. Suddenly you jump as you hear the snap of daddy's fingers and your head swings over to see him staring. You quickly return to him realizing he is in no mood for the antics of a young woman. As he crowds you up against the wall, you feel the intensity of his glare fixing you in place and you feel paralyzed and weak. You are no longer excited and are simply fearful - wishing your kind daddy would return. Your lower lip begins to quiver, and you break eye contact and drop your head as a tear trickles down your cheek.

As soon as your chin hits your chest, you feel Daddy's hand grasp your chin and roughly raise your head until you are looking into his eyes once more. His piercing gaze fixes your eyes into place, and you know better than to break it again. You earn a rough couple pats on the cheek as Daddy growls "Good Girl." Your heart gives a little start, and you feel a glow deep inside the moment those words leave his lips. You will his lips to come closer and offer you a comforting kiss, but his eyes partially close and he just makes a subtle move closer to inhale the fragrance of your hair, and then of your skin. Daddy has always loved your fragrances and natural scents, but this is quite different. You feel as though you are at the mercy of a ravenous beast having a final sniff prior to completely devouring you. Then you hear it... A low growl from deep in his chest. You are horrified. You simultaneously feel the hairs raising on the back of your neck and a wetness in the crotch of the panties that you carefully selected just for your beloved Daddy.

Daddy's eyes open back up and you are certain to maintain eye contact. He asks a simple question... One you are completely confident in the answer because he has told you over and over - almost since the first day you met. "What are you to Daddy?" You answer with confidence "I am the one you adore, Daddy. I am your Sweetheart!" Smack!!! Your head is spinning and you feel a stinging burn on your cheek and your vision blurs as you try to maintain Daddy's gaze. "Wrong answer! You are Daddy's dirty little whore!" Your vision clears up and you stare with wide eyes. Daddy has never spoken to you in such a way, and he has never laid a hand upon you in anger. What is going on? Your mind is racing to keep up and attempting to decipher what is going on. You are asked once again... "What are you to Daddy?" You immediately answer, "I'm his dirty little whore!" You wait for the praise, but it does not come. Instead, you get a follow up question... "And what is your purpose?" You fight panic and your mind races as you blurt "To please Daddy!" You again hear the growl and brace for another blow. "Good girl. You always were a quick study for such a dumb little cock crazy whore." You bask in the praise as you feel his hand firmly pat your cheek. You feel absolute certainty that these are the kindest words Daddy has ever shared with you.

You again hope for a kiss from your loving Daddy as he continues staring into your eyes. You are tempted to bat your lashes and show him your doe eyes, but now know better. Instead you watch closely... attempting to interpret and anticipate what Daddy wants next.

Your knees are feeling weak and you are hoping Daddy will have you kneel for him. you will show him what a good little girl you are. Instead, he leads you to the floor-to-ceiling windows, opens the shades and spins you 180 degrees so you are facing the window. You feel his hand pressing your shoulders forward until you have to brace yourself with each hand. The room is on a mid level floor and faces north. You can see the southbound traffic on Lakeshore drive heading directly towards you. With your outline backlit by the room, your outline is clearly visible in the large window.

You hear a low grunt of approval as you sense Daddy close behind you - his face close to the side of your neck, inhaling your fragrance as though you are to be his next meal. Crack!!! Suddenly you feel a hard slap across your ass. It is more a shock than painful, yet tears begin streaming down your face. Who is this cruel and harsh man?

"This skirt will have to go." You feel fingers pulling at the zipper and drawing it down. You step out of the skirt as it drops to the floor. Daddy kicks your legs apart and places a hand upon each hip to draw your ass back. Your hands are fully stretched out, your back is arched with your ass sticking out and your legs are spread. You are wearing nothing more than your cream-colored shirt, a thong and black heels. Daddy gives another little grunt of satisfaction and seems to approve. You are relieved, but also pleased to have earned his approval

You can see yourself in the reflection of the glass as well as Daddy's serious face hovering over your shoulder. You feel his hand brush up along the back of your thigh and he steps away. The lights in the room suddenly become much brighter. "Our audience deserves a better view of me taking care of my little whore." Your head continues to race and your insides are tingling with exhilaration as well as fear. There is something about this dark Daddy that you find to be quite exciting.

You feel a hand upon each hip. Your gaze is fixed upon the pedestrians and traffic below, but you can sense him looking you over. His left hand slides across your bottom and between your legs. You feel the fingers reach up between your legs and probing your wetness. He is very close right now - you can feel his breath upon your neck. He whispers "I see you like how you are being treated... I knew you were a deviant little whore!" You feel a hard smack from the right hand as he continues to grope you through your panties.

"Does daddy's whore like being on display for the entire city to see? I imagine some pervert is already recording this. My little slut is going to be an internet porn star!" Your panties are grasped by the waist and pulled to the floor. You gasp and begin to protest, but before you can say a word, Daddy bunches them up and stuffs them into your mouth. "Let's keep those right there until your mouth is actually needed."

You feel yourself being roughly felt up - large fingers probing inside you and feeling your wetness. You feel like a piece of meat being closely examined and probed. Something that has no purpose but to be used for the pleasure of another. And that is exactly what you are. A whore on display and waiting to be used by your dirty and savage Daddy.

You notice a couple young men along the street pointing up at your window and laughing. One pulls out his phone to take a photo. Suddenly you are brought back with another hard Smack! upon your bare ass. Daddy's rough fingers continue exploring your wet pussy and then a single finger strays and slides inside your tight ass. His face is back up near your ear. "Put on a nice show for the boys little whore." he whispers. His hand withdraws from between your legs. You hear his belt unbuckle and his fly unzip and soon feel his hard cock pressing into your tight pussy. This is so much more forceful than normal. Fortunately, you are ready, and your wet pussy takes the full length of him as he begins aggressively thrusting. You find you were needing this much more than you were aware and your legs weaken with the feeling of him completely inside you. You arch your back further to allow deeper penetration. He grips your waist firmly and begins pounding harder and harder. You look down to the street once again and notice the two young men now appear to be recording and have been joined by a larger group. You would normally panic and be humiliated, but you find this empowering. You have never felt like such a whore, and you love how this makes you feel.

Daddy removes his hands from your waist to lift off your shirt and remove your bra. You cannot hear, but you see the gathering audience cheer as your tits are exposed. All you can mutter is "Fuck me harder, Daddy!" through the mouthful of panties. He cannot quite hear, but he does.

As one hand grips your waist, the other grips your hair and Daddy begins pounding away harder and harder. He slows down just a bit to again whisper in your ear: "I want you to cum for me, Sweetheart!" As he picks up the pace once again, you find yourself immediately cumming for Daddy. "That's such a good little whore! You're Daddy's hot little fuck toy, aren't you, Sweetheart." All you can do is moan and nod.

Daddy releases his hand from your waist and pulls his hard cock from your wet pussy. He pulls you to the floor, so you are kneeling before him and stands beside you in front of the window. As your eyes look up at him, he pulls your panties from your mouth. You know exactly what to do and your mouth takes in Daddy's raging hard cock. You have become quite good at sucking Daddy's cock, but you feel the need to achieve a completely different level. This is no longer the patient and indulgent man you have gotten to know. This Daddy needs more and he needs it right now. You force your head down on Daddy's cock. Deeper, deeper and deeper yet. Your tears again begin to flow and you feel yourself trying to gag as the head of his cock enters and then pushes right past the opening to your throat. "Oh, that's such a good whore. You are learning to suck cock so good for your hungry Daddy!" This encourages you and you try harder... Bobbing your head up and down, allowing Daddy to guide your head down the full length of his cock and thrusting his hips as he begins fucking your throat. You no longer try to look at your audience. All you can do is look up into your Daddy's eyes. You were put here to please him alone. You are his dumb little cock hungry cunt.

You can feel his heavy balls pressed against your chin and do your best to lick them as his cock is pressed fully into your throat. You are no longer even gagging. Daddy is certainly pleased. You have never felt his swollen cock so large or so hard. You anticipate it blasting down your throat or all over your face and chest.

But your Daddy has other ideas... He continues to grip you by the hair as he draws his cock from your mouth. He circles behind you and presses your head to the floor and releases your hair. He collects both of your hands behind your back and tightly grips your wrists with one of his large, strong hands. You stare out the base of the window with the side of your face pressed into the rug. You feel him raise your hips and you arch your back, so he can easily slide back into your soaking wet pussy. But he doesn't slide into your pussy. You feel him pressing into your tight little asshole. This is going to be painful, but you can do it - you will do it. This ass belongs to Daddy. You relax and press back as Daddy slowly slides into you. "That's a good little slut - take Daddy's cock in your tight little hole, you filthy little whore." It is quite painful, but you are also feeling such pride and pleasure as he slides deeper and deeper into your delicate little hole. He continues with his praise and encouragement, which makes you feel better and better.

You can barely see the crowd on the sidewalk from your view, but you can tell it has grown quite large. And you can actually hear shouting and cheering and the honking of car horns as they drive past and see your performance. Daddy begins slowly thrusting. Deeper and deeper until he is balls deep inside your poor little ass. But your poor little ass is developing an appetite for Daddy's big cock. It has become your hungry, cock starved little ass. Daddy seems to sense this and begins thrusting harder and harder. "Fuck my ass, Daddy! Fucky my slutty ass!" And he begins pounding away inside of you. With each hard thrust, you feel and hear his heavy balls slapping and hear him grunting. You are a good woman. A competent and hard worker. A good daughter and friend. You are highly thought of by family, co-workers and friends. But this is your purpose. You were put here to please Daddy! You are his personal fuck toy and you have never felt so valued or so proud of yourself as he repeats "Good Girl!" over and over again.

You feel Daddy beginning to tense up and he begins to withdraw. You know exactly what to do. You turn and get up on your knees and take Daddy's cock in your hands just as he begins to release. He shoots his load into your mouth and onto your face as he lets out a great moan and deeply grunts with each spurt. As he slows down, you take him into your mouth, sucking him dry and licking him clean. You feel his cum dripping down your chin and onto your bare tits. You gently massage his balls with one hand as you once again take him fully into your throat. Your other hand rubs his cum into your tits as you look up into his eyes once again. "My good little girl!" he says as you gently suck him until he is soft.

Finally, he pulls away and gently lifts you by your arm. "Take a bow, my sexy little exhibitionist whore." You wipe the cum from your chin with your fingers and place it into your mouth as you give a little bow. Your spectators cheer as you both step back from the window and Daddy pulls the drapes.