Daddy’s Bachelor Party: A Vegas Tell-All (2 page)

Kia suddenly pushed off the door and went
back to the room. She wrapped with the metal knocker, and didn’t
have to wait long before it swung open wide.

“Kia.” Andy’s best friend, Aaron, raised an
eyebrow and narrowed his eyes on her skeptically. There was no way
Aaron would let her pass, so Kia shoved her way, but he still
gripped her arms and stopped her. “You can’t come in here.”

“I need to talk to Andy…about…mom. It can’t
wait.”

“He already knows her plans. He doesn’t
care. So unless Sam is in trouble you need to leave. You’re too
damn young to be in here.”

Kia shoved Aaron hard in the chest, but he
didn’t loosen his grip.

“Heeeeyyyyy, Kia,” Andy’s younger brother,
Brody, cheered upon seeing her, and then approached while holding
with a beer and a joint in the same hand. He hugged her, and
managed to pry her from Aaron’s grip. She grinned at him for
managing it. “I’m so wasted, Kia, and you’re not even drunk. Stick
with me, and I’ll be your stick for the night.”

“Stick?” Aaron asked confused.

“Damn it, man, loosen up! You need to drop a
twenty to get a fucking blow job, because you start pissing me off.
Can’t you see she’s beautiful; she needs a fucking stick.” Brody
laughed. “I can’t stop saying stick.” Brody draped his arm around
Kia, and the weight was considerable as he leaned against her. She
had never seen Brody so intoxicated. “I’m Kia’s cock block. So see,
not too young to be my drinking party. Let her live a little.”

“She’s underage and leaving,” Aaron snapped.
“She’s jailbait!”

“She’s eighteen and hot!”

“Stop hitting on her. Your brother will kick
your fucking ass.”

The bickering gave Kia the perfect
opportunity to slip away from Aaron. She left the two arguing, and
went in search for Andy. The suite was packed with mostly men, but
there was still plenty women. Unfortunately, most of the people Kia
knew through Andy. She hadn’t thought about how he’d be handcuffed
in a room full of people who knew he’d soon be her father. Maybe
he’d demand her not to touch him simply because everyone was
watching.

Then she saw him. He was in the middle for
the room, handcuffed to the chair by his wrists and ankles. Kia
ignored several men who said hi to her, passed them all, and walked
up to Andy. Cherry and her friend were stripping, removing their
button up shirts for the crowd but mostly for Andy when she walked
up. Andy looked as if he was thoroughly enjoying himself when she
came into his peripheral vision. He did a double take when he
noticed her. She stood in front of him, and tried not to shake. She
was damn gutsy for entering a room full of his friends, and she
wasn’t sure if she’d get as far as a lap dance but she had to at
least kiss him. He’d know she liked him if she kissed him.

“Kia, what are you doing here?” he asked,
more concerned as if he concluded something was wrong instead of
her having sneaky ulterior motives for showing up. Kia began to
tremble. She licked her lips while working up the nerve to kiss
him. She had to do it. After coming so far, showing up in his room,
she had to kiss him.

“Kia, what’s wrong?” he asked when her body
shook worse the more she tried to still. He looked around at all
his friends. Some of them were staring right back at them. He shook
his head and even shrugged at a buddy of his. “Kia.” Andy smiled at
her, but it slowly faded the shakier she became. “No, baby. No, no,
no.” He kept saying no, obviously getting the meaning why she
came.

Kia wasn’t going to let him reject her
before she even let him feel how soft her lips were or how
passionate she could be despite her age. She refused to let age be
factor. “Yes,” she protested, and before either of them could get
in the way of what she wanted to happen next, Kia put her palms on
his knees, leaned down, and kissed him.

As so many times before, she was rigid with
nervousness. She kissed him with pursed lips, held her mouth to his
for the length of a slow breath, and then stood. Andy simply gaped
at her confused. There was no sparks in the kiss, just churning
butterflies in her stomach, but she chickened out before trying to
make it passionate.

Kia was as equally bemused as Andy, but her
uncertainty was because she had no idea if Andy kissed her
back.

“Aaahhh, shit!” Brody’s drunk ass yelled in
slur. “Did you just see her fucking kiss him?”

His belligerence calmed Kia slightly. His
amusement made Kia feel like her actions weren’t so shocking after
all, although almost all his friends were staring. She even glanced
at Aaron who was too surprised to stop her, when a moment ago he
seemed ready to forcefully throw her out.

“Someone take these cuffs off me!” Andy
yelled, and then dropped his voice to speak to Kia, “I’m going to
take you back to your room. You shouldn’t be here. I don’t know who
put you up to that, but you’re going back to your room.”

Apparently she had more of an audience than
she thought because Cherry rushed over with keys. “No, please,” Kia
begged. She didn’t want Andy thinking her kiss was all some
bachelor party joke. She needed to do a lot more than kiss him.
Cherry gave a nod in understanding.

In front of all his friends, Kia slipped her
finger up under her skirt, and tugged down her panties to her
thighs. Andy followed the silky white fabrics and shook his head as
she slowly pulled them down. “Kia, baby, please don’t do this. I’m
cuffed and a little drunk, but sober enough to know I can’t let
you...” She couldn’t hear anything else he said, because suddenly
every man in the room was either loudly cheering her on or watching
while rendered speechless. The applause made Andy squirm. By the
time she shimmied her panties down to her knees he was talking a
mile a minute, trying to get her to stop.

“Kia, this isn’t you. Stop fucking with me?
I don’t know who put you up to this, but I’m going to kick his ass.
Don’t do this! Everyone is watching, and you’re not this brave.”
Calling her out on being a coward gave her all the strength she
needed to continue. She was going to give him that lap dance, with
no panties on. Since he was cuffed to the chair, he had no choice.
In a way, neither did she. Kia had to take it as far as she
could—all the way if possible. “Did Brody fucking talk you into
this?”

Kia slipped her bottoms off, stepping high
to strip off her panties, and then she brushed the smooth silk over
his lips. He squirmed and the room cheered. “Shh,” she said to get
him to stop talking nervously. Until she was sure she kept her
panties against his lips long enough he smelled them, she continued
to graze them along his mouth.

“You lucky dog!” Brody bellowed, and because
he was trashed, he howled like a horny wolf.

When Andy opened his mouth to yell at his
brother for bribing her, Kia slipped some of the silk into his
mouth, and said, “He didn’t make me. Now, don’t try talking me out
of this.” Kia leaned forward, pulled her panties from his mouth
with her teeth, and then took them in her hand before skimming them
along his shirt and down to his pants.

“KIA!” He yelled in panic, wriggled in his
seat, and struggled to get out of the cuffs. When she brushed her
panties over his stiff groin he jolted. “Okay, this is funny.
You’re mom is going to freak, Kia!” He nearly came unglued when she
dropped to kneel, and then began to unbuttoned his fly. “Okay, this
is going too far. No, too far was you making me taste your pussy.
Stop right now, Kia Purity Wentworth!” He suddenly roared with
anger, “
Don’t fucking record this!
Turn that
off!
”

“Dad,” Kia crooned to get his attention, and
incase she didn’t have it, she opened her legs. After glancing down
to her shaved pussy, he stilled long enough to lock eyes on her.
She could see his inward battle beginning to brew. Andy had no idea
how to manage her, and with him in cuffs, he wouldn’t be able
to.

“Kia, I won’t be mad if you stop right
now—at you, I mean; I’m going to kill whoever put you up…”

“Dad,” she interrupted him again. “No one
asked me to come, well besides the strippers on my way up here, but
this is all my idea. I’ll let your figure out why.” She smiled, and
slowly unbuttoned his fly. Andy looked more afraid than ever as she
teased him by running her panties over his boxers.

His hard cock hid under thin fabric, and
with his jeans no longer constricting him, his shaft spread the
gaping hole. He was about to burst free, and with little effort,
she’d make sure to free the only part of him she didn’t want
confined. She tickled the portion of his stiff, red flesh that was
exposed by the stretched material. His cock was impressive in size
if it strained the cloth as it was.

Andy watched her confused, and shocked she
was so daring. Everyone was immersed in her every move. Maybe they
were all wondering how far she would take this madness, but the
more she speculated people thought she’d cower, the more she pushed
on and the more she wanted him.

Kia slipped a finger into the slit of his
boxers. The skin-to-skin touch made Andy jump in his seat, but his
dick twitched with excitement. He liked it, but didn’t dare admit
it.

His cock was so rigid it easily sprung free
when she dipped her finger below his head, and tucked the material
below. They both stilled. They didn’t make a sound, but everyone
else in the room chanted for her to suck it. He gaped at her,
clearly worried that she would, but Kia had something else in
mind.

His impressive dick throbbed and twitched to
the pulse. She licked her lips, and reached for him. Andy tensed
and even made the chair scrape back when her hand neared his
cock.

“I can’t let you do this. I just can’t!” He
shook his head forcefully, but he wasn’t exactly throwing threats
at her to make her stop, and when she wrapped her silk panties
around his cock, he didn’t struggle to free himself to get away
from her. He simply let her cover his length from his thick head to
his wide base with her panties and then shuttered once she squeezed
down.

“You don’t have choice, Andy.”

Kia stroked his length with her panties. She
caressed his velvety, stiff cock with silky bottoms. She suppressed
her smile when Andy cursed loudly and groaned as if in need of
gratification. But instead of relaxing to the massage of her hand,
he strained in the cuffs; his entire body flexed with pleasure, but
the cuffs restrained him, making him endure every stroke and enjoy
her caress.

“Shit!” He held his breath, and somehow his
strained muscles tightened even more as he was obviously torn
between his ethics and his stirring arousal.

“It’s okay if you like my panties on your
cock.” She said with dirty talk, hoping his lust would win over.
Kia hoped the stripper was right, and that every man became wild
when instincts drove the beast. Every other man in the room was
proving that salacious thoughts raced in their minds.

She glided her panties down his shaft, and
watched him shift in his chair as he fought against the cuffs to
grip her arms. His fingers stretched out for her arms. Apparently
he wanted to hold her back, but he couldn’t find firmer words than:
“I’m not sure I can let you do this.”

She ignored his halfhearted attempt to
dismiss her, and stroked his dick with her panties. She tugged his
long cock with silk, bringing the smooth fabric up to his head to
wet them with pre-cum. Then she pumped his end in her fist,
continually squeezing his round tip with her panties. He arched,
looked up the ceiling, and groaned, “Fuuuuuuuck!” He thwacked his
head to the back of his chair a few times. “So fucking hot!” Each
time her fingers swiped over the ridge of his cock he jolted. There
was no doubt he loved her panties stroking him. Then again, all his
friends watching him get a hand job with panties from his soon to
be daughter could have been his biggest thrill. Either way, the
only thing repressing his lust was the handcuffs that confined him
in his seat. He growled in heat, when the crowd’s cry of approval
turned to lively demands for her to keep jacking him off, but she
took it one step further and liked the pre-cum off his tip.

“This is as close to feeling my cream on
your cock you’ll get without me fucking you,” Kia stated, knowing
he could feel her wet panties with each swipe. “But I do want you
thinking about how close these were to my pussy.”

He quivered. He tore his eyes from her hand
continually bobbing up and down his shaft to say, “Don’t…don’t talk
dirty, Kia. It’s…a weakness.”

To antagonize him, she said, “I was simply
pointing out that any wetness you feel is most likely cream from my
pussy.”

He tried to brace the chair, obviously
trying to manage his self-control, but the shackles prevented his
hands to secure the armrests and anchoring his lust was impossible.
Apparently having no choice but accept his soon to be
stepdaughter’s advancements in front of a crowd that would deem him
a legend was too arousing, and he had no choice when he let out a
loud groan, and yell, “Fuck, you’re sexy, Kia! This is the hottest
hand job I’ve ever had!”

His rigid body labored against the cuffs. He
was striving to be stronger then steel, and either hold her back or
hold her to him. She didn’t know anymore. “This isn’t just a hand
job, Andy.” She dropped her mouth to his head and circled her
tongue around his tip. She didn’t suck or lick long; she wanted him
deprived of skin-to-skin touch and desperate for more. From the
boisterous sound that escaped his lips, she could tell he was
already rendered to his craving.

He lifted his hips off the chair to thrust
his dick balls deep between her fist and mouth. Everyone cheered
when Andy pumped. The sounds of all the men drowned out Andy’s
helpless growl. She sucked him to the end, and then stroked him
with wet panties as she said, “You’re a bad boy, Andy. I’m in
charge, not you.”