A girl that I’m mentoring asked me to write something sweet and sexy. The story about joyful, excited service. The kind of story where she excites Daddy’s men friends with sexy waitress service.
There’s a baseball game on tonight. Daddy‘s friends have arrived ,six of them tonight.
She must wear 10 pieces of clothing. During each inning, one man will be chosen to remove one piece of clothing.
Daddy, of course is put out the rules of conduct for this evening to make things more interesting.
Depending on the size of a tip. Each man would be allowed to run his fingertips over whatever flesh is exposed.But only with the whisper of their fingertips. And you must keep your eyes closed while it’s happening.
Bigger tip may be a little squeeze here and there, but still a soft, feel a teasing touch a nipple pinch a soft slap on the ass but it’s a compliment being so amazing.
Everyone on their best behavior so far as matters goes, please and thank you. Men constantly, whispering compliments to you. And to each other about you.
Watching your Daddy glow with pride as other men drool over you is an amazing feeling for him. And so exciting for you.
Perhaps another tip. You would straddle a man’s lap and allow him to feast on your magnificent breasts, but only ever so softly. The tip of his tongue and his fingertips, but only a soft squeeze.
As your clothes become more scant. Your skin will be teased more and more with the feathery touch of drooling ,horny men craving your attention.with only softest caress of fingertips. Insidiously raises your temperature, temperature higher and higher. The voice of your inner fuck toy, screaming to be used. With Daddy’s permission and supervision you can be a good girl doing naughty, naughty things.
Daddy sees how excited you are. He knows that look in your eye when all you can think about is wanting to be a good girl and please all these men.
Your eyes begin to plead with Daddy. They say everything without words to him do you want the game to be over. But 9 innings is much too long . Do I have wait DADDY PLEASE !!!
But you also noticed that it may be the seventh inning, but more and more of the men are watching for the next piece of clothing that will come off that so much about whether the batter will be struck out.
There is one big, comfy chair that is pointed in the opposite direction of all the others watching the TV.
You check all of them one more time to see if they need another drink your handshake a little bit. With the anticipation.
Daddy taps one of his friends on the shoulder and leans down, whispers into his ear.
Then he looks back into your eyes. And you know you need to go to him now.
All he says, is round one. First chair.