Missy: Day Sixteen

Day Sixteen

“Daddy?!” I squealed with surprise. Instead of Mommy in the school pick up lane, it was Daddy sitting in the car waiting for me after high school on Tuesday.

“Hi baby girl, hop in!” he smiled. Sigh, he was so handsome.

I did as he asked, clicking up seatbelt and looking up at him with a smile.

“Where’s Mommy?”I asked happy to see him but confused, Mommy always picked me up from school.

“Mommy’s having some girl time with Grandma this afternoon and I thought you might want to come to the spa with me instead,” he winked and I clapped my hands with excitement.

“Ooo I love the spa!”

Daddy laughed, “I know baby girl, me too.”

Daddy drove with confidence, his strong, lean fingered hands gripping the steering wheel. We chatted about my day and my English essay that I had due later on in the week. Before I knew it, we were pulling in to the a Rock & River Spa parking lot.

Gentleman that he is, Daddy held the door for me and gestured for me to go inside. I practically skipped with excitement.

“Oh Mr. Bourne so good to see you again sir!”

This came from a gushing Jessica behind the counter, the other female attendant next to her was quiet but smiled shyly in greeting. We walked up to the counter and Daddy leaned over it, smiling.

“Hello Jessica, nice to see you as well. You both look lovely, new uniforms I see,” Daddy said, his eyes roaming up and down the length of the two brunettes.

They both wore simple cream colored silk dresses with cute little cap sleeves and a few buttons down the front. They hit at mid-thigh and we’re delightfully see through. Both ladies were clearly not wearing undergarments and Daddy’s eyes lingered on the dusky circles of their nipples that showed through the silk. You could see Jessica’s full bush between her thighs as well.

The quiet girl blushed at his blatant admiration, her cheeks and neck warming to a nice rosy color.

“And who might you be my dear?” Daddy asked her.

“I’m Chloe, sir.”

“Lovely to meet you Chloe, I’d like to get myself and my daughter, Missy, checked in please. Can you help me with that?”

“Yes sir, of course sir,” Chloe stammered nervously and began typing quickly on the computer in front of her. The phone rang behind the counter and Jessica picked it up, murmuring responses to another member.

“It looks like you have a milking scheduled sir and your daughter has some time with Abuela is that right?” she asked, unable to quite meet Daddy’s eyes.

“Yes that’s correct, my little girl loves Abuela, doesn’t she?” Daddy said, looking down and winking at me.

I grinned up at him in response. Chloe sighed sadly as she watched us smiling at each other. Daddy raised his eyebrows at her as if to ask, ‘what’s that all about?’

“It’s just so nice, that’s all,” she explained quickly, gesturing between the two of us.

“What’s nice?” I asked.

“Your relationship with your father. Are you also in an incestual relationship?” she asked almost eagerly.

Daddy slipped his arm around my waist and hugged me to his side. His hand blatantly rubbing my ass cheek under my school uniform skirt.

“Of course I fuck her,” he said firmly, looking down at me. “Don’t I baby?”

“Oh yes, I love it,” I said happily, feeling my pussy clench at the thought.

Chloe sighed again, “I’m envious, you’re very lucky Miss Bourne.”

“Your father doesn’t fuck you?” Daddy asked her, his voice calm and compassionate.

“No sir, Dad doesn’t believe in it. My brother tries to make up for Dad but he lives an hour away in Kiterbury so I don’t get to see him that often.”

“That’s a real shame Chloe, I’m sorry to hear that,” Daddy said kindly, his hand now absently fondling my breast.

“Thank you sir, I appreciate it,” Chloe said looking back down at her computer. “Now I have a few questions before we bring you back for your treatments. You have plenty of time to relax in the members lounge since you’re almost an hour early so there’s no rush.”

Daddy and I nodded and I tried to concentrate on what she was saying as Daddy tweaked my nipple.

“Miss Bourne for your session with Abuela would you like her to focus on your cunt or asshole today?”

I looked at Daddy for guidance as I thought about it, squeezing my thighs together for some relief.

“If she fists your cunny baby you’ll be opened up for me to fuck you harder later. Cunt?” Daddy asked me.

I nodded in agreement, I loved it when he fucked me almost painfully deep.

“Okay then, and what lube would you prefer for your fisting?