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Samantha Turns Eighteen

By: Flashy_Gordon



Samantha is the one beautiful remnant of my miserably failed marriage. I was nearly forty years old when she was born and she was just as beautiful as a baby as she is as a young lady. Although I can only share her with my ex, I cherished the moments we were able to spend together and took pride in her achievements as she grew and developed.

I never fought her mother for custody because I didn't want the animosity which would surely have developed from the courtroom drama. Her mother was suitable enough to raise her properly, especially with the child support money I provided to insure she got the best of anything she wanted and needed. Her mother was well aware if she didn't give it to her, I would. Samantha is the girl next door personified ten-fold. She has the face of an angel with pearly-white teeth so perfect she could model for any dentist in the world. Her trim and fit figure has gotten her modeling contract offers, which the three of us determined wouldn't be the best route for her to take as developing her mind was just as important and the body she was blessed with. She has long blonde curls that cascade down below her 32-c breasts and the sight of her creamy thighs in her short skirts is enough to make any straight or bi-man erect... even her father. While she is strikingly beautiful she has a little girl innocence that I can't even describe.

Some might say she was spoiled by all the things she got, but she was well behaved and loyal to the rules her mother and I agreed on for her. The first major rule that ruled her early years was her "No-Dating Rule". She wasn't allowed to date or even pretend to have a boyfriend until her sixteenth birthday. Her mother didn't have to work so Samantha didn't have to depend on her friends for rides to and from activities so her schedule was easily monitored to know where Samantha was and what she was doing.

When Samantha was fourteen her mother advised me it was time to have that all important grown up discussion with her, but my ex was incapable of doing it, so I sat Samantha down one Saturday and we talked about what she thought she knew about sex and what she needed to really know about sex. Trust me when I say it was a sincere innocent exchange and I didn't whip out my cock and show it to her or anything like that as we wanted Samantha to remain pure and innocent. I did have some pictures I downloaded from the internet showing both the illustrated and real female and male reproductive organs and made sure she understood clearly enough that she wouldn't explore foolishly. I talked with her about masturbation, both female and male and explained how a boy might pretend to need something from her, which he could easily provide to himself. I encouraged her to explore herself by using her own fingers to pleasure herself and insure her that I would talk to her mother about giving her the privacy she would need to do this. The last thing we talked about was the value of her virginity. I explained virginity is something she can only have until she lost it and no matter how much she might pretend and lie about it... it would be gone when it was gone. I told her how the guy she really wanted to give it to would know it wasn't his to take if she gave it foolishly to someone else. I explained she could even take her own virginity from herself by using toys such as dildos on herself. When I was certain she understood what I'd said I leaned across from my seat to where she was seated and took each of her hands on mine and said, "If you're still a virgin on your eighteenth birthday I'll buy you a brand new car... if not you can ride the bus with the other sluts," She giggled because I guess at fourteen that sounds funny to hear a father say.

As I said we were close and she learned she could and should talk to me about everything. When she did start to date she talked to me about the boys who asked her out and what they tried to do and how she would stop them. In her words she reminded me that she had "her eyes on the prize of that brand new car" In the meantime when she was old enough to get her license we bought her a reliable piece of crap that ran good but was beat to shit by its previous owner. I wanted her to have reliable transportation, but I wanted her hungry for that shiny new car.

When Samantha was seventeen she carried her virginity like a badge of honor and already understood it made her stand out amongst all her friends who had lost it to guys who were long gone and forgotten. We had talked about oral sex during our discussion, but she said when boys would bring that topic up she preferred to remain pure of mouth also because it seemed to make her special that guys wanted to date her regardless and she didn't have to feel like she needed to please them to get them to date her.

It was her eighteenth birthday and the big party was at her Mom's house and of course I was invited. She had a small party with all of her close friends in attendance. Her mother was aware that at the end of the party she would be leaving with me and the next day Samantha and I were going car shopping and once she selected one we were going to take it on an immediate road-trip to Las Vegas, which was the other special gift she requested.

She chose the yellow Camaro over the Mustang which would have been my choice, but it was her reward and her car. Once the deal was finalized and detailed the keys were handed to her because it was licensed and registered directly into her name. As she got into the driver's seat behind the leather covered steering wheel and settled into her new leather seats I watched her short sundress shift to expose her thighs so high I could see a glimpse of her white lace panties.

As she straightened her arms against the steering wheel and leaned back into her seat and smiled, she said, "I used to wonder if this offer you made was just a myth."

"It's no myth sweetheart, you earned it and you deserve it," I didn't want to be obvious about where my eyes wanted to look so I carefully glanced between her smiling eyes and thigh as they opened while she turned to look out the rear window while she backed her new Camaro out of the parking space they put it in for her. I know it wasn't right, but I couldn't take my eyes off her panties and now as her thighs were opened I could see how shear the lace of her panties was as I could see easily see the lips of her pussy and felt uncomfortable as I felt I was getting the biggest erection of my life and it was my pure and innocent daughter I was getting it from.

She fought with the shifter trying to get it into gear and I wondered why she wanted a manual shift car, but she was insistent and it was her car, her choice. The clutch growled as she didn't have her foot full enough on the clutch and I put my hand on her hand against the shift knob and calmly said, "Slow down... foot on the clutch," and she pushed the clutch pedal to the floor and then with some gentle guidance we shifted from reverse into first gear.

"I would be lost without you Daddy," She said as we started slowly and smoothly to drive off the sales lot. We had packed together into one larger piece of luggage which was transferred into our trunk by our salesgirl and they already had Samantha's old car which we used as a trade-in. As she tried to shift again coming from a red light the clutch growled at her again and I leaned her way and put my hand on her smooth thigh and whispered, "Slow and easy as if you're making love with it the very first time."

"If you keep talking like that you're going to make me wet Daddy," She said, shocking me with her words.

"Too much information," I replied.

"Oh Pleaasssee Daddy, you must know I get wet," She teased, as I pretended to cover my ears and then removed my hands.

"I'm well aware of your anatomy and how you must react," I said, deciding to have an adult conversation with her instead of pretending I wasn't interested.

"It hasn't been easy saving myself," She said, as we made it safely with less and less clutch growls to the freeway and fortunately traffic was mild and we wouldn't need to be shifting too much.

"I couldn't have done it," I replied.

"Guys aren't expected to," She said as she smiled when she turned to look at me and I exchanged a smile and then looked down to see her dress skirt had remained high and her thighs were still parted. When I looked back upwards toward her face it was clear she had seen where my eyes had wondered off to.

"Is my dress too short?" She asked.

"It's distracting," I said and found my hand instinctively reaching over to take the material between my thumb and finger and pull it down as I did many times when she was a little girl.

"It's not like you haven't see one before," She said as she watched me cover her.

"Let's pretend I haven't," I said as I brought my hand back into my lap.

"Did you know Mom wasn't a virgin your first time with her?" Samantha asked.

"We never talked about it, but I was aware. I knew she'd been with a few other guys," I explained.

"Did you wish you were her first?" She asked.

"We didn't meet and marry until she was older so I would have been surprised if I would have been," I replied.

"At what age do you think I should love my virginity?" Samantha asked.

"I think that's going to be your decision to make... when and who. I just wanted to get you to a point where your judgement would be mature enough to make a good decision," I explained.

"You could sweeten the pot and make me hold onto it until I'm twenty-one," She teased.

"What would that cost me?" I asked with a smile from ear to ear.

"Three years from now I could exchange this car for a brand new one," She said with a happy smile.

"I'll have to think about that," I said as I discretely adjusted the position of my erection inside my shorts.

"Is that from me?" She said as I realized I wasn't as smooth and discrete as I thought I was.

"Sometimes you do that to me... it doesn't mean anything," I replied.

"It means I turn you on. Is that normal?" She asked.

"You're very beautiful and while you're not sexual, you are very sexy," I replied.

"But is it normal for a father to get an erection from his daughter?" She asked.

"I've never talked to anyone else about the subject, but I would suspect it's common, if not normal," I replield.

"If I told you that knowing you're hard is making me wet... would that shock you?" She said.

"I think it would make me ask if we can change the subject of our conversation," I said.

"We can, but I just wanted to know if you thought that was common or normal because this isn't the first time I've had this feeling," She explained.

"I'm sure it's normal and I'm more than flattered, but can we change the subject," I pleaded as I threw my hands up as if I were surrendering.

"The car is mine right?" She asked.

"It's titled in your name and we paid for it in cash," I said.

"If I had told you I'd been with a girl would that have changed your buying it for me?" She said.

"Did she use any toys on you?" I asked.

"Just her tongue and mouth," She said, and it was clear she was enjoying the fact her confession was turning me on something fierce.

"I think I would let that slide," I replied.

"When we had that talk why didn't you talk to me about options with girls?" She asked.

"I honestly never thought about it," I replied, finding myself curious about when she was with the other girl and how come she never talked about it before.

"What if I'd been oral with a guy?" She asked.

"Were you?" I asked.

"No," She replied.

"Did you think about it?" I asked.

"God yes... many times," She replied enthusiastically.

"Was it your question if it would be allowed or not that stopped you?" I asked.

"It wouldn't be penetration, so I assumed it would be ok," She said.

"So why didn't you allow it... or do it for them if that's what you're suggesting," I said.

"I didn't know how much self-control each of us had," Samantha replied.

"How often were you with the girl?" I asked, unable to resist my desire to know.

"A few times," She said.

"How many is a few?" I asked as it was obvious she was being evasive with her response.

"I don't know... maybe seven times," She said.

"You must have enjoyed it," I said, smiling.

"It was better than my fingers," She replied and as we neared an upcoming turn-off ramp she steered her car smoothly onto the exit and pulled into a gas station.

"I don't think we need gas yet," I said as I saw more than a half tank of gas.

"I need to pee," She said, as she pushed her door open and clicked away in her wooden heeled sandals to head off to the restroom. I went ahead and filled the tank using my credit card at the pump and when she hadn't returned I pulled the car away from the gas pumps to park it in front of the convenience store associated with it.

I went inside the store and asked the first young man I saw behind the counter, "Did you happen to see a beautiful young blonde come in here a few minutes ago"?

"Couldn't miss her... she's in the ladies room," He said, pointing towards the hallway at the far end of the room where the restroom sign was hanging overhead.

"Thank you," I said and decided to use the bathroom myself because I didn't know how long it might be before we stopped again. I finished milking my dragon and washed my hands, taking my time and when I went out to the car she still wasn't there. I returned into the store just as she was exiting the ladies room.

"Is everything okay?" I asked quietly as I approached her coming towards me and the exit doors.

"It's all better now," She said as she flushed a blush across her face.

"You were really that horny?" I teased.

"I'm sorry," She said as we exited the store and I opened her door for her, but she decided I should drive, so I walked her around to the passenger side of the car and opened that door for her. She settled into her seat before I could get into mine and watched me get behind the wheel and adjust the seat and mirrors to fit to my body.

"I didn't think it would take so long... I'm sorry," She expressed.

"It's okay, I should have done the same," I replied as my honesty came out and I had thought about stroking it, but I'd never consciously masturbated or cum while thinking of her and I know that's what I would have done.

She reclined her seat and asked if I would mind if she closed her eyes for a few miles.

"Sweet dreams," I replied as she turned her hips to lay nearly on her side in the seat while bending her knees up and the skirt of her dress nearly disappeared and I realized she had taken her panties off.

I drove for a good hundred miles before she moved, and yawned and stretched herself awake. "How far are we?" She asked.

"A couple more hours," I replied.

"We should have flown," She said as she sat upright in her seat after putting the seatback upright again.

"Not unless I would have bought you an airplane," I teased.

"I should have held out for an airplane," She teased in response.

"You have me curious who the girl is... Was it only one girl multiple times?" I asked.

"I think you know Cassidy?" She said, and of course I knew Cassidy, she ws practically a clone of Samantha except she had brunette hair.

"I do," I replied.

"Do you think she's sexy?" Samantha asked, as if requesting my approval of the girl she'd had sex with.

"I think she's very sexy... almost as sexy as you," I replied.

"She said the same thing," Samantha replied.

"About you being sexier than me?" I asked.

"Believe it or not, yes," Samantha answered.

"Again you flatter me," I replied.

"Would you want to go out with her?" Samantha asked.

"I'm sure she wasn't that impressed by me," I replied.

"I was supposed to ask you a long time ago if you would like to go out with her, but I never did," Samantha explained.

"Why would you without information like that?" I questioned.

"I was jealous," She replied.

"How did you learn this from her?" I asked.

"We were playing a game of Truth or Dare," She explained.

"Just the two of you?" I asked.

"Don't worry her secret lust for you is safe with me," Samantha said.

"Did she dare you to tell me?" I asked.

"No... I truthed her, and asked her if there was anyone I knew that she felt would shock me to know she would like to fuck him... and she said you," Samantha explained.

"Not even a date, just to fuck her?" I teased.

"I suspect you would take her out to dinner first," Samantha said with a smile.

"I suspect I would... might be nice to get to know her before I fucked her," I replied.

"How sexual are you with the ladies you date?" Samantha asked.

"I date some ladies because I enjoy their company without the sex," I explained.

"Because you're not attracted physically to them?" She asked.

"More or less," I replied.

"What percentage do you have sex with?" She asked.

"Fifty percent or more I'd say. I've dated some ladies I can't imagine I would ever have sex with," I replied.

"I'm guessing a hundred percent of them wish you would have sex with them," Samantha replied.

"It's difficult to get one hundred percent of anything," I teased.

"Rounded up," She replied quickly.

"Who dared who to start the sex?" I asked, as I intuitively felt that was how things had begun between them.

"Cassidy dared me to kiss her," Samantha said and paused to watch my reaction. "Then I dared her to go further," She added.

"Did you prefer giving or receiving?" I asked as my lump returned to my shorts again.

"Giving was fun, but having a climax is having a climax after all," She said.

"There's nothing quite like it is there?" I asked.

"Not physically that I know about," She replied.

"Nor I," I replied.

"Were you and mom very sexual?" Samantha asked.

"Sexual enough to make you," I teased.

"You know what I mean?" She whined in protest of my answer.

"at one time we were, but our differences affected our desire to please the other," I answered honestly.

"She says I look just like her when she was my age," Samantha explained.

"I didn't know her when she was your age, but I can see you look like her," I replied.

"Did she suck your cock and let you into her ass?" Samantha asked.

"That's a personal question involving someone you know and I won't answer it on their behalf," I explained.

"Ok... forget mom... in general have you done all those things?" Samantha asked.

"I have," I replied.

"Even anal?" She asked, wanting to make certain I knew that was part of her question.

"Certainly not with every woman, but with some we've done it," I replied.

"If I would have had anal sex with someone would that have upset you?" She asked timidly.

"I think it would have bothered me if I knew you had gone that far and expected me to buy you a car as a reward," I explained as I wanted to choose my words carefully.

"I didn't... but it's another of those things I wondered about," She said.

"I think it would have degraded you to give yourself to a boy that way for your first time," I said.

"It seemed like it would be a pretty desperate way to satisfy a guy," She explained.

"The first time I did it was at her request," I said.

"Did that shock you?" Samantha asked.

"It did... I'd suggested it to a couple of girls, but they wouldn't hear of it," I said.

"It can hurt... Right?" Samantha asked.

"I've never experienced it, but I've been told it can hurt and it can also be very pleasurable," I explained.

"I've heard it hurts at first and can get better," She said.

"Size it always an issue," I explained.

"Big is not always better back there," She said.

"Big is not always better anywhere unless the man knows what he's doing and you happen to like the extra size," I said.

"I think every girl want to try someone big at least one time," Samantha replied.


Samantha Turns Eighteen



"You know what big is usually associated with?" I asked.

"Black guys?" She replied.

"That's the rumor," I replied.

"I'm not sure I'd go out of my way to be with a black guy only to discover the rumor was a rumor," Samantha replied.

"If that was your only purpose it could be a bad choice," I agreed.

We were passing through Kingman and not too far from Vegas as I decided we should fill up and take care of any personal business which might need attending to.

I decided it was safe to stroke it off to the mental image of me with Cassidy. As I sat on the toilet I imagined her in short little sundress like Samantha was wearing and imagined slipping her panties down from behind and leaning her against the kitchen counter and plunging my cock deep into her. As I stroked my cock firmly I imagined it was her tight young pussy and when I came I didn't even attempt to catch it with anything as I sprayed my cum against the beige metal door of the stall. I felt so much better when I was finished.

Samantha was in her car waiting for me when I got to it and since she was behind the steering wheel I got into the passenger seat.

"I think I know what took you so long," She teased as she put her car smoothly into reverse then shifted into first and not a growl or a lurch of any kind.

"Are you Sherlock Holmes now?" I teased.

"Hardly," She said with a smile.

"Speaking of discoveries... what happened to your panties?" I asked.

"They were so wet I flushed them down the toilet," She said.

"Are you wearing disposable panties now?" I teased.

"I guess I should have just brought them back to the car with me," She said as she blushed, "Are you offended?"

"No, I was just curious," I said.

"Do you want to see my pussy?" She asked.

"I'm not sure how to answer that honestly..." I said as I paused.

"With the truth," She said.

"Ok... the truth is if I saw it I doubt I would turn away, but I'm not sure I would want you to show it to me," I explained.

"You're not sure," She teased.

"You do have a way of selecting words you want to hear," I replied with a grin.

"If I told you I would like to see your cock because I've never seen a real one before... what would you think?" She asked.

"I think if you've never seen on it's natural to be curious," I replied.

"But would you show it to me?" She asked, wanting some confirmation.

"How about we just be a little less modest while we share our suite and you'll have your chances to peek if you want?" I asked.

'I'm liable to stare," She said.

"I'm liable to stare back," I said, intending it to be humorous, but knew it was true.

"Do you mind if I close my eyes for a few miles?" I asked.

"I'm fine and the GPS is telling me right where to go," She explained.

"Drive safely," I whispered and closed my eyes.

I woke when we slowed and were driving through Henderson which is a suburb of Las Vegas between Phoenix and Vegas.

"It say's twenty-five minutes," She said as if reading my mind and I hoped she hadn't been reading my mind while I was sleeping and couldn't control my thoughts about fucking her in her sweet bottom.

"We made good time," I said as it was my turn to stretch and yawn before getting comfortable in my seat again.

"I really like my car," She said.

"I know you're going to hate me for saying this but our deal we made with you probably delayed our getting you a brand new car," I said.

"The used car was fine and I appreciate this one all the more after driving it," She said.

"And they say you're selfish and spoiled," I said.

"Who says that," She barked playfully.

"Everyone that knows the truth," I teased.

"I know I'm spoiled, but I share my toys," She said. And as I woke up a bit more and looked over her way I realized her skirt had to be intentionally pulled up and there was little of her left to my imagination.

"My cock has done enough calisthenics for today I said as I reached my hand and pulled her skirt down.

"that wasn't intentional, I've just been squirming in my seat... I think my body knows when you're cock is hard and reacts, and I know you were having some sort of sex dream," She said.

"I think we do release pheromones which can affect those around us," I replied.

"I don't think... I know," She said with a smile.

"I guess I should apologize for indirectly arousing you," I replied.

"Why apologize... I like the feeling," She replied as we had entered Las Vegas on the freeway and saw the turn-off for the strip and followed the GPS guidance to take it. A few minutes later we were parked at the valet parking and a bellman was getting our bag from the truck.

"I don't want to give my baby to anyone else," She said as she clung to the keys when the valet came to get her car.

"I know the feeling... that's how I feel about you," I teased, as she released her keys to him and before he closed the door she reached into the back seat to retrieve her purse.

"Take care of it... it's brand new," She warned before she closed the door and he slowly drove away.

"Think of your car as being with the babysitter," I teased as we followed our piece of luggage until the bellman directed us to the check-in desk.

We checked into our suite and the bellman took us to the room and opened the shades and showed the room to us. I tipped him of course and he left.

"Swanky," She said as she fell back onto the bed in the bedroom portion of the room.

"Is that your way of saying you want the bed, and I'm getting the fold-out?" I asked.

"Well I do want the bed," She teased as she simulated doing snow angles on the comforter.

"Only because it's your birthday gift," I said grudgingly.

"Only because I'm spoiled and selfish," She teased.

"But you said you weren't selfish," I replied.

"I'll share the bed, but I don't think you're willing," She replied.

"I'll sleep on the fold-out," I replied. I set the luggage onto one of the luggage stands and opened it. I had packed first and rather than divide things side by side Samantha just packed all of her things on top of mine. She had a pair of lace trimmed pale canary panties on top and I picked them up and took them over to her.

"You are a prude you know," She said as she pulled them past her bare feet and I watched thinking out erotic it was to see my daughter putting a pair of panties on beneath her dress. When she had them in place she got off the bed and came to start unpacking her things and put them into the drawers and closet. When she was finished I left mine in the luggage as that's what I was used to. What I did notice was something she had left behind as there was a box of a dozen condoms which I knew I hadn't packed unless they were somehow left in the luggage from a previous trip. I pushed them down under my clothes and hoped she didn't see them if they weren't hers.

"I made some dinner reservations," She said, surprising me.

"For when and where?" I asked.

"Wolfgang Pucks restaurant at 7:30," She said. I glanced at my watch and it was only Three-Thirty.

"We have some time to kill," I said as I removed my watch and sat it on the dresser.

"I might go take a swim?" She said.

"Sounds refreshing, but I think I'll stay here and relax after the drive," I said as I lay on the king sized bed and lay on my side facing her. I watched as she removed her sundress which she didn't wear with a bra and then her panties before she even began to look into the dresser drawers to find one of an assortment of bikinis I knew she would have packed.

I watched her bottom in awe as she seemed to have trouble choosing, and then turned towards me with a bikini top hanging from each hand and said, "Which do you prefer?"

"Hmmmm... I think your left breast," I teased.

"It's smaller than my right you know," She said as she put the bikini in her right hand back into the drawer and found the matching bottoms for the one she kept.

"I like that it's delicate," I said, as this time I did make a discrete adjustment of my erection before she turned around and I watched her pussy waxed pussy intently as she stepped into her bikini bottom and then asked me to help her tie the top into place.

"You're a little tease," I teased.

"But I'm not teasing," She said, and before I could respond she had her bikini cover on and the door was swinging slowly closed behind her. I gave her a few minutes before I went out through the sliding balcony door and watched for her to emerge from the hotel and then watched as she placed her towel onto a chaise lounge and smoothly dove from the decking into the deep end of the pool. A couple of men immediately gravitated towards her as I expected they would. I couldn't imagine she would retain her virginity long unless I did extend the deal she requested.

She woke me as she returned to the room because she didn't take a room key with her. I returned to the bed and watched once again with envy towards anyone who might someday enjoy her body as she removed her bikini and walked naked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

"You better start getting ready," She yelled before I heard the glass shower door glide closed and thump against the wall. I struggled to find the energy to get my lazy ass out of bed and got my razer, toothbrush, and toothpaste and went into the bathroom. The glass shower door was only slightly fogged because the bathroom door had remained open and through the mirror I could watch and see as Samantha caressed her body with the small complimentary bar of soap and used it to caress her nipples and breasts and even between her thighs against her pussy and ass. My cock was so fucking hard I was leaning against the sink cabinet and rubbing myself against it until I thought I might orgasm and stopped.

Somehow I managed to shave and brush my teeth without cutting my throat or swallowing my toothbrush and I returned to the bedroom. She was almost immediately out of the shower and came out of the bathroom with a towel covering around her hair and head, but everything else was bare and glistened with humidity as she had obviously dried her body once.

"It's all yours," She said seductively as if she was offering her body to me, but I knew she meant the bathroom and the shower.

I took a cold shower because I felt I needed one, but felt a little embarrassed as she came into the bathroom to get her curling iron and my cock was shrunk like a little boys. As she promised she would, she stopped and stared and I wanted to explain the physics of cold nature to her, but let it be because it didn't really matter if she knew I had a nice firm 8" of beautiful length.

"You've been working out?" She said as she looked at my 5' 10" frame and I was proud I'd begun to eat better, walk more and play more handball and was down to a trim 160 pounds.

"It's nice that somebody notices," I teased as I instinctively turned my body away from her, removing her eyes from my cold limp penis.

"Mom has noticed too, but she doesn't like to compliment you directly," She said.

"Thank you for telling me," I said as she left the bathroom and I turned to rinse my body beneath the cold water one last time.

Regardless of what I might have said I couldn't parade around naked in front of my daughter, so I wrapped a towel around my hips to cover me and went to the bedroom to use another towel to towel off.

"Let me get your back," She offered, and came to me, taking the dry towel from my hand and used it gently across my back between my shoulder blades where I couldn't have easily reached.

"Thank you," I said as she handed the towel back to me.

"My pleasure," She said.

She wasn't naked, but she wasn't clothed as she only had her canary panties along with the lace trimmed push-up bra that matched it. She looked to me like one of Victoria Secrets beautiful Angels.

I looked at the clock and didn't have a ton of time to get ready and we shared some of the space around the sink in the bathroom while she finished her hair and added the finishing touches to her beautiful face. Every time our bodies touched I felt as if I could feel her sexual energy surge through my body, straight to my cock, keeping it in a constant state of arousal.

I was in my boxer briefs when she came from the bathroom, but they did little to hide the impression my cock made as it traced down my thigh until its crown head nearly pushed out the leg openings. Thank goodness I wasn't nine inches I thought, but then thought that was a stupid thought because just like any other guy I would love to have been nine inches.

"You're turning me on again," She teased as she came to me and brushed her fingertips against my erection before I could react and turn away from her.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"I doubt it," She replied as she went to the closet and selected her strapless black dress which fit her snug above the waist, but billowed just a little at her hips to fit her loose around her thighs. It was short enough that I often imagined when she sat down the material couldn't possibly have covered her bottom and thought if she didn't have panties on she could feel the cool wood of my dining room set at home. Before she pulled her tip into place she removed the bra as this dress didn't call for one... at least not with the size and firmness of her perfect breasts. With her dress it place she sat on the edge of the bed and while watching me select a dress shirt and slacks said, "I feel like I should take my panties off?" as if she were asking for my opinion or my approval to do so.

"Why would you want to do that?" I asked.

"Because you keep making them wet," She said.

"I think you're exaggerating things," I said. With that she stood at the edge of the bed and slipped them off seductively from beneath her dress and handed them to me. They were soaked in the front as if they'd been placed under running water.

"If I make you horny... making me hornier isn't going to help you," I teased as I placed them on the corner of the bed and selected one of my three ties I'd chosen to bring and began to tie it. As she often did when I tied my ties in front of her she came to me and worked her magic on the knot to make it perfect. "Everyone is going to think you're my Sugar-Daddy?" She said.

"I am your Sugar-Daddy," I replied.

"Oh yeah... You are," She said with a giggle and a laugh.

It was seven and I didn't know if the restaurant would hold our reservations past the 7:30 time so I suggested we get moving and exited our room to the lobby and took one of the many taxis up the strip a ways to his restaurant. I couldn't remember a time when my date looked so stunningly beautiful as I watched her emerge from the cab while holding her hand and helping her out I paid the cabbie as she leaned her body against me and held her hands delicately on my hip as if she were watching and learning how much I paid and tipped.

Moving into the Caesars we followed the signs to find Spago's and while we were actually five minutes early we were taken directly to our table which couldn't have been more perfect located in the spacious dining area. The service and food was fit for royalty as they made us feel like King and Queen from the moment we entered until we finished. We based our dinner around Samantha's insistence that she wanted oysters and went with whatever they recommended from there, including the Chardonnay we approved. I don't think anyone cared to card Samantha and she enjoyed the wine along with me as they filled her glass just as they did mine. It was the most romantic dining experience I ever had without having my hand between my dates' thighs. We enjoyed the meal and most of the dessert they served and I have no idea where Samantha put it all on her slender frame.

I brushed my napkin over my lips and placed it on the side of the table and officially surrendered that I was full... "No Mas" I declared.

"I would die to have a date like this," Samantha said as they came by the table one more time and tipped off my coffee as Samantha indicated she didn't want any more.

"Do you feel like taking a walk around before we return to our hotel?" I asked.

"I would love that," She said, and as our bill arrived at the table I inserted my credit card after giving it a quick glance and returning into the padded leather folder.

"How much was it?" She asked.

"More than we got for the trade-in on your car," I teased, which wasn't actually true, but it seemed clever and funny to me at the time. The credit card receipt was returned with my card and I added a generous tip because things couldn't have been better and helped Samantha with her chair as she got up from the table.

"Are you going to do any gambling?" She asked as she took my hand and walked smoothly beside me.

"I might stop by a Crap table for a bit," I said.

"Do you think they would let me watch?" She asked.

"They will until they won't, " I teased.

"I have no idea what goes on with craps," She said.

"Because it's a variety of things you can bet on," I replied and I pulled her left into the casino and found a crap table with some space around it where she could stand beside me and watch. I tried to explain what bets were placed and why they would pay off or not, but I think Samantha was so overwhelmed with the atmosphere she may not have heard anything I said.

I was playing a modest amount of money, betting on the six and eight and had a roller hit them a combination of seven times before he crapped out, giving me tidy profit on our first roller.

"You did well," Samantha said as my stack of chips had easily doubled.

"I like to play, but I also like to watch," I whispered to Samantha as I closed my hand around her waist to keep her close to me.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"The man beside you just made about five grand on the same set of dice that we shared," I explained.

"Really!" She said as if in disbelief.

"Look at the value of his chips," I said and she saw he was playing with five hundred dollar chips. I don't believe he heard me talking about him and they pushed the selection of dice towards him to pick the two he would throw. After he selected his dice he put a five hundred dollar chip in front of Samantha on the "Come" line, and twenty-five hundred dollars in front of himself and said, "This bet is for the pretty lady if she will throw the bones for me," as he tapped his finger on the five hundred dollar chip, and handed the dice to Samantha.

"What do I do?" She asked, as she'd probably felt she might do something wrong. I knew I would bet on the six and eight again, but couldn't until the number was established.

"Throw the dice and make me proud," the man who made the bet for her said. Samantha tossed the dice and one went right off the end of the table and scattered onto the floor where someone had to go get it and have it inspected, set aside, and replaced with another. The collection of dice this time were pushed towards Samantha.

"Obviously you didn't like that other dice, pick the ones you want," The man player said to her and she carefully selected on from one side and another from the other side and this time when she tossed them they landed, kicked to the padded end of the table, rolled back and came up "winner seven... pay the line" and everyone on the line where Samantha's and the players bet were got payed.

"What do I do?" Samantha asked as they pushed her winnings toward her.

"You're only getting started honey, I'm letting it ride," The player said as he put the five thousand on the line. Samantha tossed the dice again and once again a five and two came to a stop and once again "winner seven" was announced and Samantha now had two thousand dollars while the player had ten grand. He took two thousand more from his bank and added it to Samantha's two thousand giving her a four thousand dollar bet and once again "winner seven... hot roller" was called out as Samantha rolled a six and one combination and her four thousand became eight thousand, while the player just acquired twenty thousand.




Samantha Turns Eighteen



The board was still empty so I couldn't bet and I didn't want to jinx their bets by jumping on the come line now so I watched once again as she rolled a four and three and the they called out "Winner seven, winner seven" and her eight thousand became sixteen thousand dollars.

"That can't be my money?" Samantha said as she held the dice in her hand and I could see it tremble.

"It's yours until you lose it," I said, thinking she should remove it and repay the guy is original bet, but I didn't want to say anything.

"Roll'm again princess," The player said as he added another four thousand dollars' worth of chips to Samantha's stack giving her a twenty thousand dollar bet at the table.

She tossed the dice and it came up eight and she was immediately disappointed as she felt she lost, but the man said not to worry all she needed to do was hit another eight and then he tossed a five thousand dollar chip over to the craps guy and said, "Give me a hard eight," and they put his money on the hard eight spot.

"What does that mean?" Samantha asked.

"It means I want you to roll me two fours," the man said.

"I'll do my best," she said as she shook the dice in her hand and tossed them to the end of the table and one landed a four, while the other spun in circles before it stop as a four also. "Crazy eights, Winners on the line," the guy announced and Samantha had forty thousand put in front of her and the hard eight paid the guy 10 to 1 so he got his massive bet plus split half of the fifty thousand bet with Samantha giving her sixty five thousand dollars.

"Take it now," The man said, and I made sure she heard him and she scooped up all the chips and put them onto the chip holder they brought to her. When the chips were in front of her I realized if she were to win it all they would do a tax form for her so I put it in front of me and assumed the player understood as he nodded his head that I did a good thing. 

She tossed the dice one more time and rolled a four and then tossed them again and rolled "seven craps" and the table was cleared and all the bets were lost and removed.

"Thank you, I don't know what to say," Samantha said as she looked at the chips and at the player who played them for her.

"Baby you made me money and that's all I ask," He said as he did indeed make a small fortune by playing his larger amount alongside hers.

"Are you sure? I feel guilty taking it all?" She said.

"I would take a kiss from you if your date would allow?" He said as the new roller spun the dice out onto the table, but none of the three of us had bets in play.

"How could I refuse," Samantha said and as he leaned into her he folded his arms around her and they kissed with her kissing him back just as hard and passionately as he kissed her. While they kissed multiple times he skillfully gathered and raised the skirt of her dress in his hand until he had the palm of his hand cupped against her bare bottom and was bold enough to brush the tip of his finger against her pussy lips. I thought he might actually finger her right there in front of everyone watching but once he got a touch of her wetness he ended the kiss and let the skirt of her dress fall into place. The cock bulging at the front of his trousers looked massive as Samantha moved away from where he had been pressed against her. He then gave her another ten thousand dollars and declared, "Best Kiss ever" to the crowd gathered around our hot table and they clapped an hooted their approval.

As we began to leave the table the finance people showed up and asked if we were going to continue to play and I said, "I think I'm going to cash out." They took us to a special area where tax forms were completed and I was required to sign before the money was to be paid.

"Do you want cash or a check?" the man said as he was satisfied.

"Ten Thousand in cash and the balance in a cashier check please," I said. He counted out the Ten Thousand dollars and handed it to me and someone produced a check for the balance made out in my name.

"How much?" Samantha asked in a whisper as we nervously continued to leave the casino to begin the rest of the Caesars tour.

"It was Seventy thousand, but after they took out taxed you're left with fifty thousand," I whispered as we left the hectic casino area and passed through the section called "Forum Shops".

"I want to buy something to remember this with," She said, as she window shopped for a moment before deciding to go into the Gucci shop and bought herself a twenty-five hundred dollar purse and then stepped into another shop and bought herself a twenty-three hundred dollar black shear lace designer nightgown that I could only imagine how sexy it would look on her.

"I'm happy," She said as she clutched the lingerie box in her hand and put the rest of the cash in her purse and she decided we should leave before bad luck happened to us.

A cab pulled up and the doorman opened the door for us and I tipped him generously.

"Did you notice when he was kissing you he was feeling you up?" I asked, as the cabbie began to pull onto the strip and head towards our hotel.

"Of course I noticed even though I was distracted by his size," She said. "Do you think I care?" She asked.

"I don't know... I guess not," I said.

"He just won me seventy thousand dollars from his own money and he wanted to rub up against me and touch my pussy... more power to him if that made him happy," She said.

"I guess it sounds silly for me to feel jealous?" I said.

"I think its sweet you were jealous," She said as she leaned towards me and gave me a kiss that could never be described as Fatherly. As she kissed me deeply she caressed my rock hard cock through my pants and then turned towards the cabbie, knocked on the glass and said, "Can we just drive around and show us the sights for a while?"

"Ignore that request and take us to our hotel please," I said, and the cabbie nodded at my request.

"Are you drunk?" I asked.

"I am so Not drunk," She said, as her hand continued to caress me even though our kiss had long ended.

"Apparently bigger cocks make you bigger horny," I teased.

"I'm so wet I'm sure there'll be a wet spot on the seat when we leave," She said.

"I think you need to pump the brakes young lady?" I whispered.

"I've never felt this way... ever!" She declared, "I want to go out dancing somewhere," She said.

"I can't think of anything more dangerous than that," I said, as the cabbie pulled into the circle drive of our hotel and let us off. She immediately wanted to go to the casino, but I informed her of how lucky we were that they didn't card her and keep all the money because she wasn't even legal to play.

"I have like five thousand here... we could just have fun and see what happens?" She said as I guided her to the elevator and selected the floor our room was located on. The elevator dinged and the door slid silently open for us to exit and go to our door. I fumbled with the electronic key to open the door and she went in first and I followed.

"I'm going to put my new nightgown on," She declared and began to strip off her dress while I picked it up and put it into the closet for her while she slipped into the black lace nightie which showed every bit of her body, but just made it look sexier.

"Ok... so I've decided I want to give you the deal you suggested earlier. Make it to twenty-one and you'll get a new replacement car," I explained as I sat on the bed beside her. Her mood changed almost instantly to be very serious and very somber and I listened carefully as her lips moved and she spoke.

"I've got a better deal," She said.

"Okay?" I replied.

"I want to tell you why I really saved my virginity?" She said.

"Okay?" I replied.

"I saved it for someone special who would really appreciate it," She said.

"And that's a good thing," I said.

"I know it is," She said confidently.

"So what is your deal? You're going to continue to save it for that special person?" I asked.

"I already know who that special person is," She said.

"I didn't even know you were dating anyone seriously?" I said.

"I'm not," She replied, "I also have another problem which saving myself has caused," She explained.

"What would that be?" I asked.

"I'm inexperienced and afraid," She explained.

"The right guy will be patient and understanding," I replied.

"I know that, which is why I've chosen this man," She said.

"I'm confused if you're not serious about anyone who that could be?" I asked.

"It's you Daddy," She said softly.

"It can't be me," I whispered my response.

"My deal for you is this," She said and paused as if to collect her scattered thoughts and then continued, "I want you to teach me about sex, take my virginity and be my lover when I need one and I won't be with any other man until I'm either married, or turn twenty-one," She said.

"I can't be your lover sweetheart," I said.

"Yes you can," She said.

"Honey as much as my cock is saying yes... it's just not right," I replied.

"Kiss me Daddy," She said softly. And I leaned in towards her and as I kissed her intimately I knew my heart was telling me to be the respectable father who wouldn't consider what she was asking, but my body was moving me in a different direction as her tongue danced lightly in my mouth and her fingers were fumbling to unzip my trousers. As the kiss ended her fingers working at my zipper continued.

"This is not something I'm just thinking about, this is something I've wanted since I turned sixteen and started dating," She said as she shifted her fingers from my zipper to my belt buckle an undid it and then undid the hook that held my pants together. "I want you to make love to me. To fuck me soft and fuck me hard. I want you to show me different positions and let me suck your cock and lick my pussy and fuck my ass," She said until her words were almost breathless and she had my zipper opened at last and her hand inside my cotton boxer briefs holding my cock.

"Sweetheart it's too risky," I as she pulled at my pants and I was forced by instinct to stand and let her pull them down my hips until she could remove them as I sat onto the edge of the bed again.

"I started taking birth control two months ago and I brought condoms," She said.

"Oh God Baby, there are so many things wrong with your plan," I said as she leaned over me and took the head of my cock into her sweet warm wet mouth and began to give me head. Instinctively my fingers tangled in her curly blond locks as her mouth devoured the first four inches of my cock and I knew no matter what happened afterward... I was going to cum in my daughter's mouth.

"Oh God Baby... you're playing with fire," I moaned as I was already fighting my urge to climax and cum into her mouth. Up and down my shaft her mouth traveled smoothly and tightly as her fingers caress my thighs, dragging her nails across my skin just enough to make my skin crawl with excitement all over my body.

"Oh God Baby, I'm going to cum," I moaned and with her mouth secured around me I started to spurt deep into her mouth and she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed as I continued to flow. When I saw her face again, white streaks of cum were dripping from her lips down to her chin and hanging like tiny icicles until I touched my finger against them and cleaned them from her chin. She captured my wrist with her hand and brought it to her mouth where she extended her tongue and licked my fingers clean before she wiped her chin with her fingers and then licked them clean.

"I never knew you tasted so good Daddy," She said with a smile, as she moved onto the bed beside me. As she sat beside me I couldn't resist touching her through the soft expensive nightgown she'd just purchased. I had never seen so much money paid for a nightgown, but I'd never felt anything so soft and silky as I cupped one of her breasts in the palm of my hand and she leaned backwards to lie onto the bed letting me touch and play with her breasts as she lay peacefully with her eyes closed, letting me explore her near virginal body.

"I can't believe I'm going to fuck you," I whispered as I traced my fingers over every inch of her skin, even touching between her delicate toes before sucking them individually into my mouth and washing them with my tongue.

"I don't want you to use a condom," Samantha whispered as I ran my tongue up along the inside of her right thigh and then matched my movement along her right.

"Now you're just talking silly," I replied.

"I want to feel you cum inside me," She whispered as I could see her pussy so clearly through the lace of the panties which came with the nightgown.

"Why do you insist on taking chances?" I asked.

"At least just once... just the first time," She moaned as I caressed her through the transparent material with the tip of my nose.

"You're going to get us both into trouble," I moaned, but knew I wanted to cum inside her as badly as she wanted me to if not more. I slipped her panties from her and then as she lifted her upper body I lifted the nightgown off her because I couldn't imagine damaging such an expensive piece of lingerie.

"Tell me you love me Daddy," she whispered.

"Oh Baby I love you with all of my being," I moaned as I slid the tip of my tongue between the wet lips of her pussy and tasted a sweet innocence of purity that I'd never experienced before. I knew immediately she was a virgin without a doubt in my mind. 

"God Daddy... you're tongue feels like heaven," She moaned and opened her thighs generously for me.

"Better than Cassidy?" I whispered.

"I don't want to talk about her," She replied as I tipped my tongue just a bit deeper into her and felt it bump against what I knew had to be her clit from the way her hips bounced and she moved her pussy towards me.

"Thank you Daddy," She moaned as I concentrated my tongue against and around her sensitive little aroused bud and as my tongue danced, so did her body beneath me.

"Oh DADDY... oh DAdddy... ohh ohhhh, I'm cumming DADDY!" She started to moan, but it turned into a scream as she called out the only name she ever called me. I wasn't satisfied with a small climax, I wanted her to experience something earth-shattering, and mind boggling as I nibbled at her clit with the tips of my teeth and felt her squirm and heard her squeal as she tried to push my head away, but I wouldn't let her as I drove her so far gone she was just humping her hips towards my face and mouth furiously until I realized she couldn't catch her breath and I slowed to a stop and saw the tears in her eyes and thought I'd hurt her in some way.

"Are you okay Baby?" I asked.

"Let me breath," She whispered as she took a few deep breaths in and exhaled slowly until she recovered her breath.

"I never felt so much pleasure in my life," She whispered.

"I'm going to make love to you now," I whispered.

"I can't wait," She moaned as she pulled her feet in towards her and bent her knees upwards and out. The way her pussy opened and showed the delicate folds of her lips was like a flower blooming and I was going to be the bee that pollinated her. As I moved between her thighs until I was cock level with her pussy I felt her reach her hands to touch and caress my arms and she opened her eyes and looked deeply into mine and said, "Make love to me... Kiss me and love me."

I lowered my lips to hers and we kissed as I moved my his toward her and felt the wonderful sensation of my cockhead parting her lips and entering between them and into her. For a moment I wondered if she wasn't a virgin, but then my cockhead bumped against her unbroken hymen and I knew I was her first and only.

"See... I save it for you," She said proudly as she knew where my cock was and what it meant just as I had told her when she was fourteen years old.

"You may feel a little pain when I push through your hymen," I whispered.

"Will you kiss it and make it better when you're finished?" She asked.

"As many times as you want," I replied and with a quick movement of my hips and a squeal from her lips she was no longer a virgin and my cock was about halfway inside her.

"It's such a wonderful feeling," She moaned.

"I'm only half inside you my princess," I whispered and moved my body forward feeling her wrapping around my cock and gripping me with the warmth of her body making me feel secure and needed.

"Now I'm all the way inside you," I whispered as my body was tight against hers.

"You feel so deep," She moaned.

"I'm not small," I replied.

"Fuck me Daddy, I want to feel you cumming inside me," She moaned. Slowly I began and increased my stroke and impact with each and every thrust of my hips. I had never had sex with anyone that felt so right as if our bodies were made for each other, but I thought she was made by my body for me.

She twisted her legs around me, locking her feet behind me as she gripped her hands on my arms which braced me as they were on each side of her against the mattress.

"Oh Daddy I feel like I'm going to cum again," She moaned.

"Tell me when sweetie, and I'll cum with you," I whispered.

"Oh God Daddy... so close," She moaned, "Deeper Daddy". I drove my cock as deep as I could into her young body and knew I could only hold back for a stroke or two more when she screamed, "CUMMMMMINNNNNNNGG" and as I knew would happen the joyous pleasure of her orgasm was easily enough to trigger and instant rush of cum from my body and the same seed that created her, was now flooding and dancing inside her as we continued to plunge deep and fuck her until we were both too exhausted to continue.

I lay atop her my body limp, but cock still hard as I was exhausted and out of breath. When I found the energy I managed to roll off to the side of her and lay panting like a man out of shape that just finished a marathon race.

"How are you doing princess?" I whispered.

"I don't know... every nerve ending in my body is a tingle," she replied.

"I think we should take a break, and enjoy what we just did," I said.

"I soooo made the right decision to have you take my virginity," She whispered.

We cuddled in the bed and kissed and touched until we fell asleep beneath the covers. At some unknown hour of the night or morning I woke to the feel of Samantha's lips wrapped around my cock again and she must have found me hard and decided to help satisfy me.

Slowly she sucked my cock until I could reach and latch my fingers onto her knee and pulled her towards my head. She moved her knees to straddle over my face and as I cupped my hands on her sweet ripe ass cheeks she lowered herself to my tongue. We exchanged mutual oral pleasures until she came twice and I flooded her mouth once again as she was already able to take me deeper into her mouth than before.

Once again while enjoying the after-ecstasy of the experience we cuddled and enjoyed the security of each other's touches as we returned to sleep again.

We were awaken by the bright sunlight as it flooded through the opened curtain of the balcony door. Samantha shielded her eyes while I got out of bed to shut the curtain at least until the brightness didn't cross over the bed.

"Your body is so beautiful Daddy," She said as she watched me returning to the bed.

"My body is old and worn... your body is young and fresh and beautiful," I said.

"Your body is seasoned and experienced and unrushed," She said.

"This is not going to be an all sex all the time three days," I whispered as I caressed her smile with the tip of my finger and then she leaned towards me and we kissed.

"I'll let you be in charge," She said with a smile.

"How could I possibly deserve you?" I whispered.

"I do have a request that I need you to approve," Samantha said.

"What would that be I asked as my fingertip crossed her lips and she kissed it before speaking.




Samantha Turns Eighteen



"I want to return to Caesars and see if we can find that man," She said.

"For what purpose?" I asked.

"I want to suck his cock for him," She said.

"I thought you were only for me?" I asked, finding myself confused.

"I'm asking your permission... I think it's a nice gesture since he obviously liked me," She explained.

"In a very lustful way," I said as I couldn't resist tracing my finger around her nipples and the curves of her breasts.

"I'm asking if you'll let me," She said.

"Just to suck his cock?" I asked.

"That's all," She replied crossing her fingers over her breast as if she were crossing her heart.

"What about when you discover his cock is Humungous?" I said.

"I will probably want to feel him inside me, but I promise I won't," She said.

"What if I want you to experience his size so you're not curious any longer?" I asked.

"I will let him fuck me if you think he's big enough," She replied.

"I want to be in the room with you the whole time," I said.

"I wouldn't do it if you're not," She replied.

"Do you want me to ask him for you?" I asked.

"I do because I wouldn't have the nerve," She explained.

"I think we will be lucky to find him, but we can go there and look for him and then have breakfast and look some more," I explained.

"You really understand me Daddy," She said as she gave me one of her youthfully daughterly big hugs. The difference from normal being that she was naked and I could enjoy the sensation of her nipples and breasts touching seductively against me.

We cleaned up deciding to take separate showers and Samantha complained about not bringing enough clothes, and I joked and called her a clothes whore.

"Did you just call me a whore?" She asked, and I thought she was genuinely angry.

"I was only joking... I called you a clothes whore," I repeated.

"Did I say I didn't like it?" She asked as she changed her stern look into a smile and I realized she'd just been playing with me.

"So you don't mind if I call you a dirty little whore?" I asked, expecting I was taking a big chance in testing her.

"I would rather you say My dirty little whore, She said as she slipped into a pair of casual shorts and grunted at herself for not bringing something more interesting.

"I know where this is headed," I teased.

"Where?" She asked.

"You're going shopping?" I replied.

"I did notice a pair of lavender shorts that would be divine with this blouse," she said as she held it out on the hanger for me to see.

"I'm sure we can stop by the shop and get them," I said begrudgingly.

"I'll be forever in your debt," She replied as she put the shorts on she was unhappy with along with the top she had shown me and I thought she already looked divine. She slipped her small feet into a pair of leather sandals and announced she was ready, and as I got my wallet she announced, "Right after I use the bathroom."

"Let me know when you're really ready?" I teased as I opened the curtains and looked out over the pool at the many casinos spread around the area.

"Ready... ready!" She announced as she reentered the room from the bathroom.

"Off we go," I announced as I picked my wallet up again and the room key while she hooked the strap of her new purse over her shoulder and cradled it like a price under her hand.

"Don't forget the money is in there," I reminded her.

"You really think I would forget that?" She replied.

"Silly me," I teased and took her hand as we exited and made sure the door locked behind us.

"I'm having the best time ever," She bubbled as we waited for the arrival of the elevator and watched the numbers tick off as it advanced towards our floor until the doors opened.

"Good morning," An elderly man said as he peeked around the corner and saw Samantha and then me.

"Good morning... how are you today?" Samantha asked as she pushed the button for the lobby even though it had already been pushed.

"I'm good, but I don't think as happy as you sound," He said as he gave her a warm look.

"That's because I lost my virginity last night," She said with a smile.

"Not everyone needs to know that," I said.

"I didn't tell everyone... I just told him," She said as the elevator bounced slightly to a stop and the doors opened.

"Who was the lucky man?" The old man asked.

"My Daddy," Samantha chirped, and with the man standing with a stunned look on his face we walked away.

"You're just cruel," I teased as we neared the doors.

"He asked," She said.

We took the cab to Caesars and Samantha wanted to go right to the shops, but I convinced her we should look for the crap player first and take every opportunity to find him if she was serious. We walked through the casino and it was only sparsely filled with tired looking gamblers and while we zigzagged through the maze of blackjack, crap and roulette tables mixed with the slot machines, we didn't see him and returned to the shops where Samantha knew exactly where to go.

The two-hundred dollar pair of lavender silk shorts were there and when she put them on with the top I had to agree they looked fabulous on her as they fit her body perfectly, but not too tightly.

"Feel them," He said as she bent her bottom out towards me and as I caress my fingers across the material it felt as if I was touching her naked bottom.

"Isn't that nice?" She said as she knew what I was feeling. She paid for the shorts and pushed the other shorts into her nearly empty purse and I saw she had removed her panties and had them inside the purse as well. Taking a second look at her as she moved a few steps ahead of me it looked as if her shorts were painted on her and I swear they moved with her body just as her skin would have. I took a few quick steps to catch up and walk alongside her and she turned her head my way and said, "They make me feel like I'm naked."

We walked through the casino again and again no sign of our friend so we asked one of the pit bosses where a normal breakfast place might be. He pointed us in the right direction and we found it easily. We followed the instructions of the big "Seat Yourself" sign and as we were sliding into the booth across from each other we heard his voice saying, "Good morning Sunshine," We both looked around.

I didn't see him, but I never really paid him much attention last night so I'm not sure I could have described him but expected if I saw him I would know him.

"I'm over here!" He said as he tapped his knuckles against the diffused glass partition which separated the tables on our side from the tables on his side and I figured he must have seen us as we were sitting down but we weren't watching for him.

"Can we join you?" Samantha asked as she stood and looked over the short height of glass towards him.

"Only if you sit beside me," He said in his rough accent that I hadn't noticed last night. We walked around as the waitress was coming with our menus and she followed to place them in front of us as we joined him with Samantha seated beside him as he requested. He moved his arm as she moved into the booth next to him and I could see he must have placed his hand high on her thigh, and from the way she reacted may have been touching his fingers against her pussy.

"You have a bold touch," She said.

"When a pretty butterfly like you flutters up to me I can't resist," He said.

"Is that a Texan accent? I asked as I ignored my menu and slid it to the corner of the booth table.

"Texas twice removed," He said.

"What does that mean?" Samantha asked.

"I grew up in Texas until I was 'bout your age and then I move to Louisiana, and now I live in Albuquerque New Mex," He said.

He was a handsome man that looked like he spent more than his fair share of time in the sun. His sun worn skin made it difficult to place and age on him, but he was definitely younger than me, and older than Samantha.

"You're going to leave me with a wet spot," Samantha said calmly and I knew he must be caressing his touch against her pussy.

"I think you're beyond that Butterfly," he said. I was frustrated because with the table in between I couldn't see a thing of what they were doing, but as she moved her hand I assumed she was touching him as a smile filled her face.

"Find something you like?" He said in his drawl.

"Something that interests me," She said.

"Do you mind I ask what your relationship to each other is?" He asked.

"That's my Daddy," Samantha said, and then just to make sure he understood she added, "My real Daddy."

"Kinky, but I like it," He said.

"Are you here alone?" Samantha asked as her hand continued to stroke him.

"I'm here with you and that strange man over there is watching us," He teased.

"He wants to keep me safe," Samantha said.

"Like a good father should," He replied, "But to answer your question seriously... I'm here with my wife, but she's having a spa-day," He said.

"Is she beautiful?" Samantha asked.

"Butterfly... compared to you nobody is beautiful," He said.

"You're so kind... and generous," Samantha said.

"Hell, shit baby... you were my lucky rabbit's foot last night," he said.

"Where was your wife?" Samantha asked.

"We got here from the plane-port and I dumped her in the room and came down to play the dice," He said.

"Tell me about her," Samantha said.

"She's a skinny little thing just like you, but she's got some years on her and got some sags going on here and there," He said as he moved his hand up to lift the underside of one of Samantha's breasts and she obviously was enjoying all the attention she was getting.

"Did you fuck her when you got to your room last night?" Samantha asked.

"When I got to my room this morning I found a fuck you note on the dresser waiting for me, but my wife was gone," he said.

"What did the note really say?" Samantha asked.

"Word for word?" He asked and then said, "Fuck you, where were you all night".

"That's sweet, she was worried about you," Samantha said, being optimistic.

"I'm just thankful for you that it was a profitable evening so she'll be happy," He said.

"How profitable?" Samantha asked, and I anticipated a big number from how he was playing.

"After being down, and you bringing me up I finished the night about ninety-grand ahead," he said, "that's a sweet gentle touch you have there," He said.

"I'm a beginner. If you like something different you let me know," Samantha said.

"Unfortunately we're somewhat limited here, otherwise I would like something completely different," He said and watched over to me from my reaction.

"Samantha would like to do you a favor if you would allow her to?" I said as he turned away, but hearing my voice turned back to listen to me.

"Bless the Lord... is your name really Samantha?" He asked.

"It is... why?" She asked.

"You got any more of that money left?" He asked.

"In Cash... about five thousand," Samantha asked.

"You want to turn it into twenty times that much?" He asked.

"Math wasn't my specially, but that would be about a hundred-grand?" Samantha said.

"Your math does just fine Butterfly," He said, "There's a horse running at Pimlico in about four hours named "Samantha Smiles" and I've already got a tip that it's underrated at twenty to one and my reliable source says it should win easy!" He explained. "I don't' believe in coincidences... I believe in fate and with meeting you I can't imagine that horse could lose," He explained.

"It's practically your money... I should invest it how you want me to," Samantha said.

"If you want to be cautious bet her to place or show, but I'm betting that bitch kicks the shit out of them other studs and kicks dirt in their faces," He said.

"I'm in," Samantha said.

"And what favor did you want to do me?" He asked with a smile.

"I might like to blow you," She said.

"You want to suck my big fat ugly cock?" He said as the waitress finally showed up to our table again and while we didn't order breakfast were happy that she filled two cups of coffee for us and topped off our new friends before leaving the insulated coffee warmer behind at our table.

"I may have to see how ugly it is first if it's that bad?" Samantha teased.

"It's old and wrinkled and well worn, but I'll bet your pussy would smooth all the wrinkles right out of it," He said.

"What's your name?" Samantha asked.

"Frank Murphy," He said boldly.

"If you're big enough Frank... I would like to let you fuck me," Samantha said.

"You're just the prettiest heaven sent bitch I've ever had the pleasure," He said as he glanced at his watch.

"Do you know where the off-track betting room is?" He asked over to me.

"I'm sure we can find it," I said.

"I have to do some bullshit brunch with my wife, but we should rendezvous in three hours and after the race you can have your way with me," He said. And as he began to scoot forcing me to get out of the booth so he could, he said, "And I guaran-damn-tee you I'm big enough".

I had no idea how Samantha felt until we talked in private, but I was so entertained by the man I didn't care if she lost five-thousand dollars of her "found money".

As she slid back into the seat across from me the waitress returned and Samantha ordered a California Omlet while I ordered a good old fashioned bacon, egg, hash brown, and toast breakfast.

"What do you think?" I asked to Samantha. She turned around to make sure he was gone and said, "He's huge."

"He's quite the character," I said.

"Does it make you jealous if I tell you I really like him and want him to fuck me?" Samantha said.

"But I still have veto power," I reminded her.

"I know you better than that... you'll allow me this one time," Samantha said as our breakfast arrived.

We took our time eating our breakfast and relaxed to enjoy more of the coffee before we decided to finish our tour of Caesars which we didn't take last night. I was keeping a close eye on the time as we didn't want to be late and had already located the Off- Track betting room so we walked a bit more to view the fountains scattered around the property. Because Samantha was beginning to get nervous we went early and were seated at a table when Frank walked into the betting room and came to sit beside us.

"How was brunch?" Samantha asked.

"Expensive," he said.

"All that money you gave me last night and you complain about the cost of brunch?" Samantha said.

"You asked," He replied.

"How do we make the bet?" Samantha asked.

"I'm waiting to hear back from my source... the odds increased to thirty to one and I want to make sure something hasn't changed," he said as he sat beside Samantha and behaved himself. His phone rang and he answered it, then listened and said "Thanks" and the call ended.

"What's up?" I asked, as Samantha looked on curiously.

"He said everything is the same and doesn't understand why the odds jumped," Frank said.

"So we bet to win?" Samantha asked.

"That's my plan unless I fall down and break a leg on the way to the betting window," He teased. Samantha reached into her purse and retrieved the cash and handed it to me.

"How much is here?" I asked.

"I don't know, I never counted it," Samantha said, and frank took it and quickly counted it and separated five-thousand from the few remaining small bills and said, "five grand," and handed it back to me. I followed him to the window and after I watched him put twenty thousand on the nose for Samantha Smiles I stepped forwards and did the same with our five-thousand. The race wasn't scheduled to begin for about fifteen more minutes but it was on one of the monitors so we watched as the horses and jockeys walked to the gate and then loaded and the gates opened and as they say, "There were off."

"None of us really knew which horse was which or which horse was favored but as the horses closed in on the stretch run they identified the horses and Samantha Smiles was in third, but closing fast. The finish was so close it went up as a "Photo Finish" and Franks said that meant we would have to wait to see what the results from the camera was. When they showed it they had to show a close up and as Frank said, "Samantha won by a smile," as only her nose was ahead of the other horse only by the way their heads were bobbed when they crossed the finish.

I couldn't even believe Samantha had given me five thousand and now I was standing behind Frank expecting to receive One hundred and Fifty thousand in return. I didn't even want to try to calculate what Frank's payoff was. Once again we were redirected to a different section with a confirmation of our winnings and once again we were asked to complete some paperwork giving our approval for a portion of the winnings to be without for the IRS. We accepted another ten thousand in cash and one-hundred and forty thousand dollars in cashier check.

"Did we really win?" Samantha asked as we returned to the table, and I showed her my check plus gave her the cash to put into her purse.

"Frank won six hundred," I said.

"Only six hundred dollars?" Samantha asked in disbelief.

"Six hundred Thousand dollars," I said as Frank smiled.

"But Uncle Sammy dug his hands into my pocket just like yours only deeper," Frank said.

"How much did they keep?" I asked.

"Two hundred," He said.

"Thousand?" Samantha asked.

"You're so damn cute," Frank said as he looked at Samantha and she smiled ear to ear. "Are you going to whisk me off to your secluded hideaway?" Frank asked.

"What is your wife doing?" Samantha asked.

"A mud bath or something... She won't miss me," Frank said. We left the Off Track room and the casino and as we got into a small cab Frank insisted we all sit in the back as he held Samantha on his lap.

"By the way you folks are joining my wife and I for dinner tonight... my treat," Frank said.

"We get to meet your wife?" Samantha said.

"Whoopie," Frank replied. I watched as his hands were all over Samantha, touching her between her thighs and even reaching his hand up beneath her blouse to fondle and play with her breasts and nipples. I was shocked at how turned on I got watching her being molested by his rough hands.

When we arrived at the hotel I paid and tipped our driver and had to dash quickly to catch up to Samantha and Frank as they ignored me and were walking ahead, with his hand plastered on her firm bottom. I barely caught them as the door was beginning to close on the elevator and neither of them intended to hold the elevator for me.

Frank was like a teenager, and Samantha actually was a teenager who was about to enjoy the second cock of her young sexual life. Inside our suite Frank removed Samantha's clothes lickity-split and physically picked her up in his arms and tossed her into the center of the bed. She tilted her head and watched as Frank undid the belt o his shorts and untucked his shirt and pulled it off to expose his furry chest of hair on his muscular bulk. When he undid his shorts and pushed them down along with his boxers I thought Samantha's eyes were going to blow out of her head. Frank was easily ten inches long and about as big around as the smallest part of Samantha's arm where she would normally wear her wristwatch. The amazing part was he wasn't even hard.

Frank crawled onto the bed and knelt beside Samantha and from his kneeling position his cock drooped down and brushed against her lips as he swung it playfully, letting it caress her face. I watched as she reached her hand to fold her fingers around him and he was a handful for her as she guided the huge mushroom head to her mouth and began to lick him.

"Is that your lollipop Butterfly?" Frank said as he looked down at my daughter licking his huge cock.

"Looks more like a fence post," Samantha replied.

"It's going to fill you so full you're going to squeal with every thrust," He said.




Samantha Turns Eighteen



"I don't know where you're going to put it all?" Samantha replied.

"So deep inside you that you'll taste it when I cum," He said.

"Aren't you going to wear a condom?" I asked from where I was seated watching,"

"I'm not," Frank answered quickly.

"It's okay Daddy," Samantha said, but it wasn't really okay with me, but I had become an observer and clearly no longer in control of anything.

As Samantha caressed and played and licked at his cock he began to stiffen, but he didn't seem to get longer or fatter, which I was thankful for.

As Frank stiffened he leaned over Samantha and with his cockhead in her mouth Frank began to gently fuck her mouth even though she could only handle about three inches of his width and depth while depending on her hand stroking him to do the rest.

I had never seen a girl looking so slutty and desperate for cock as Samantha was looking for Frank right now. While we both knew she wanted it... it was also obvious she was terrified of his massive size. While Samantha stroked and played with him in her mouth, he was having fun teasing and playing with her nipples and breasts.

"I do believe you're the most beautiful girl I'll ever fuck," Frank said.

"I like that you feel that way," Samantha said and returned his cock into her mouth.

"I think you're got a two handed cock in your hand Butterfly," He said. Samantha moved her other hand and together with two hands was stroking him and still holding him in her mouth.

"I might like to cum all over that pretty face of yours... is that okay?" Frank asked.

"If that's what you want to do," Samantha said and he placed his hand over one of hers and I could tell from Samantha's reaction he was gripping much tighter than she was and I worried it was hurting her, but about the time I decided I should ask his cock head exploded with a gusher of white cum which splashed hard onto Samantha's lip and splashed in a circular pattern across the bed. A few more spurts and her face was physically covered with his creamy thick spunk and he shot the next few last spurts into her opened and eager mouth. I couldn't help myself as I went to my beautiful daughter and began to lick Franks cum from her face and swallowed it down.

When her face was only partially clean Frank ignored me and lifted Samantha from the bed and turned her face down with her face into the pillow and while his cock was softened somewhat to be pliable, it was still firm enough to feed it between my daughter's pussy lips until she moaned while he pushed it and pushed it until it disappeared deep into her body somewhere.

"Lord Jesus Christ my Savior," Samantha said as she felt the fullness of him buried inside her before he began to move and just as he promised with each thrust he returned back into her, she squealed progressively louder as he was probably growing and filling her deeper and deeper with each thrust. I was so fucking turned on watching my daughter getting stuffed with cock I had my own cock out stroking it.

Frank fucked her deep, he fucked her hard, and he fucked her relentlessly for at least a solid half hour before the look on his face told me he was about to cum and I watched Samantha's pussy closely when he announced he was cumming and I watch his flow go in and get pushed out and down along her thighs as he filled her again and again with his cock. When Frank was finished with her he pulled his massive cock from inside her and her pussy looked as if someone had shoved a fire hose into it as it pulsed and contracted slowly closed.

"She's all yours," Frank said as he moved aside and I waste no time hesitating as I filled her pussy with my smaller cock and after a few strokes couldn't stop myself from cumming inside her sloppy stretched hole.

Frank was already getting dressed by the time I pulled out of Samantha and Samantha was a mere puddle of her quick witted self as she lay on the bed recovering from the aftereffects of the pounding he had given her with his huge cock.

"Dinner is at seven at Puck's place," Frank said as he finished dressing and slipped out the door.

"Are you okay?" I asked as Samantha seemed almost comatose.

"I think I just had an out of body experience," She said.

"How did it compare?" I asked.

"You don't want to know Daddy," she said as she managed to sit upright, back against the headboard of the bed.

"That good?" I asked.

"Better than that good," She said.

"Now you're stuck with my cock for three years?" I teased.

"I love your cock Daddy... I just loved that cock more," She said.

She didn't move until she absolutely had to in order to be showered and ready to be at the restaurant on time.

Savanah was most frustrated that she didn't expect two night at a fancy restaurant and had only brought one dress fancy enough, but she was thankful Franks wife hadn't seen her in the dress she had to wear again.

She cleaned up well for a girl that just rode a cock the size of a fence post and we snuggled in the cab on the way to Caesars to the restaurant. As hard as we tried we arrived a few minutes late and Frank and his wife were already seated at the table when we were escorted to join them.

Frank's wife was nothing like he described her to be. She was young about the same size and shape as Samantha but with larger breasts and the most beautiful strawberry blond hair color I've ever seen. Her dress was so short I could see her white panties without even trying.

Like the gentleman Frank was he stood as we approached and made the introduction sharing Angela's name with us for the first time as he helped Samantha's chair for her.

"Are you sore?" Angela asked, as Samantha was obviously moving slow as she seated herself into the chair.

"No Ma'am," Samantha replied.

"Christ Frank, she's only a child," Angela said.

"She's three years younger than you," Frank replied back to his wife.

"Please don't call me Ma'am again," Angela said to Samantha.

"Okay, I won't," Samantha replied.

"Don't be intimidated, Angela just likes people to think she's a bitch," Frank said.

"I think you're beautiful," Samantha said to her.

"You need to go look in the mirror honey," Angela said.

"If you call me Honey... I'm calling you Ma'am," Samantha replied.

"Oh my... I think you had spunk before you got spunked," Angla said.

"So how was your day over there?" Angela asked across the table to me.

"Educational and profitable," I replied.

"Frank told me he did well with his tip and his rabbit's foot?" Angela said, "We usually come here and lose everything he bets," She added.

"Fortunately for you, I have it to lose," Frank interjected.

"What is it you do for a living?" I asked.

"Franks like Jed Clampett.. the Beverly Hillbilly, dumb luck," She said. He found an oil well that somebody forgot to drill deep enough and struck it rich," Angela said.

"It wasn't dumb luck... I reviewed the land and the depts. Before and realized all around they were striking oil, but drilling deeper. The fucker ran out of money and dumped the land," Frank said.

"Like I said, Dumb luck," Angela said.

"Are you going to be rude to everyone all night long?" Samantha said to Angela.

"She barks... does she bite?" Angela replied.

"Whatever," Samantha replied.

"Actually I'm looking forward to being very nice to you later if you'll let me," Angela said, changing her tone with Samantha almost instantly.

"Sounds like you have a desire to call me Ma'am?" Samantha said.

"Now that you're showing you have a backbone it might fit you... Ma'am," Angela said.

"I might have to spank you for how rude you've already been?" Samantha replied.

"I might have to let you," Angela said.

"Do you want to come sit here beside me?" Samantha asked as she indicated the place at the table where I was seated.

"If it weren't taken, Ma'am," She said.

"My Dad's about to move," Samantha said, and I stood away from the chair as Angela moved over from across from Samantha to sit beside her.

"You have beautiful thighs, but you should probably go remove those panties... they're so white and bright they're blinding me," Samantha said.

"And what should I do with them Ma'am?" Angela asked.

"Flush them, or eat them... your choice," Samantha said.

"With your permission Ma'am... I'd like to be excused to follow your instructions," Angela said.

"Kiss my Dad and then you can go," Samantha instructed. I was shocked as Angela gave me an intimate tongued kiss.

"Holy Shit... you're scaring me now," I said as I'd never seen this side of Samantha.

"This is the kind of relationships Cassidy and I had," Samantha said.

"Were you Dominant or submissive?" Frank asked.

"I can go either way. I just assumed Angela was Dominant, but she's just bitchy," Samantha said.

Angela returned to the table and asked Samantha's permission to rejoin us at the table and as she sat down it was clear her panties were gone as her pussy was visible beneath her micro mini dress.

"I want to apologize for being rude," Angela said, and sounded sincere.

"You're forgiven," Samantha said.

Samantha took charge at the table and when the waiter came worked with him to choose entrées for each of us as well as a collection of appetizers and a wine. We enjoyed the rest of our meal and dessert with coffee before we made our way up to the beautiful suite that Caesars had provided as a comp to Frank for the amount of gambling that he apparently did in the casino. Frank told me that I would probably get a comp letter since we did so well. He said the hotel doesn't like people to take their money and not return so they give them beautiful nice suites to lure them back.

We were chatting around a table in the corner of their suite when Samantha instructed Angela to get up from the table and strip naked. As instructed without hesitation she stood between Frank and I and stripped her short dress off and was instantly naked as she wore nothing beneath it.

Samantha stood and removed her dress and her panties and placed them carefully over the back of a chair before moving onto the center of the bed. She called for Angela to come and please her and while Frank and I watched, Angela licked and ate Samantha's pussy until she came at least twice and was instructed to stop.

"My Dad wants to fuck you and it would make me happy," Samantha instructed.

"Anything for you Miss," She replied and as she positioned herself on the bed Samantha came to the table and said, fuck her however you want, but fuck her hard and rough."

I quickly came to understand Samantha may have been innocent of actions, but her mind was anything but pure as she had an amazing kinky streak.

I fucked Angela hard as instructed, starting in her pussy, moving to her mouth and finally hammering my narrow cock deep into her asshole where she screamed for me to fuck her the hardest.

Frank fucked Samantha again, but a bit more gently as Samantha straddled him as he sat in a chair and lowered her pussy onto him and rode him gently with his cock deep inside her.

We all finished with our fucks at about the same time and Samantha thanked Angela for being such a wonderful hostess. She begged Samantha for her phone number and insisted we should come to Albuquerque for a visit, or plan to meet them in Las Vegas on one of their future trips.

"Hell... why don't we plan to take a cruise together somewhere?" Frank suggested.

"I'll be in touch and I'm sure we can arrange something," Samantha said.

"Take control... make the arrangements and just tell me when, where and how much I need to pay," Frank said. As we exited I was surprised at how wonderful the evening turned out... thanks to Samantha's ability to read the situation and adapt.

"How was Angela at licking your pussy?" I asked once we were alone inside the elevator.

"You're officially second best pussy licker," She said with a smile.

"That Bitch," I said jokingly.

"I want to take a cruise with them," Samantha said.

"Get the clearance from your mother," I said.

"I will," She replied.

We returned to the hotel and decided to spend the evening cuddling and I just enjoyed my daughter's warm soft body beside me through the night, until I fucked her in the morning when we woke.

We started driving home early because we wanted to get home and I had to get her back to her mother.

Samantha dropped me at my house and with her new purse full with ten-thousand dollars in it she drove her new car home to her mom's house.

Things would never be the same between us after that weekend as we became lovers who enjoyed a wide variety of sex. We only dated others to avoid the suspicions it would cause not to, but neither of us dated anyone long enough to establish sexual situations with them.

I have no idea if things will change or stay the same when Samantha turns twenty one, but I know she has enough money put into the bank she wouldn't need to depend on me to buy her a new car.

At the end of the year when I did my taxes I got a chunk more of her money returned that the casino advanced to the IRS for me. My accounting advised I write off any trip taken where they had gambling and wrote off as many ghost expenses as he could to get a forty thousand dollar return.

"And that cruise... What an adventure that turned out to be :)"