“Daddy?” she whispered up at me. “Will you, like, let me kiss you?”
“Of course, sweetie,” I replied and I presented my cheek to her up-turned face.
She planted her mouth on my cheek, but it wasn’t a quick peck. I felt her wet mouth linger on my cheek, then she traveled closer to my lips, until finally she grabbed my chin and turned my head so I faced her directly. Her lips found mine, and we kissed for only a few seconds when her tongue licked my lips. I hesitated for a couple moments as I began to wonder what Ashley was thinking about all of this. That didn’t last long as Ashley came over and hugged us both. I broke the kiss with Alyssa and turned to Ashley, she kissed me long and hard. Then Ashley kissed Alyssa and… well I lost track after that but there was lots of kissing between us.
Ashley’s hand groped my rigid cock. “You should feel this, Lys.”
I felt another hand on me, beginning to stroke me through my slacks.
“Hey, um… the uh, Father (cough) daughter dance… well… Blaire is expecting pictures.”
They both smiled at me. Ashley began, “Yeah, shit. I almost don’t want to even go now. But, we have to, right?”
We reluctantly separated and each began our touch-ups. I just needed to wipe all the lip-gloss off my face and check my hair, then I was ready.
The Event
We arrived a little late, walking in and finding our seats just as they were finishing up the, “thank you’s.” I was glad to see we weren’t the anomaly, several other dads had two girls with them also. The men at our table nodded at me, and the girls all giggled and complemented each other.
As we settled in and watched the first of several student-talent acts, I felt feet working up each of my legs. Those little minxes are going to get me in trouble.
I should probably mention some of Alyssa’s physical characteristics at this point. Where my Ashley was very petite but with an impressive chest for her small frame, Alyssa was more of the athletic type. Several inches taller than Ash at about 5’9”. She also had some thick thighs and an ass to go along with it. But what most people noticed was her rather busty nature. I couldn’t say for sure, but I was guessing very full D cups which were quite impressive. Her statuesque appearance starkly contrasted with Ashley’s little pixie vibe, but I found her immensely sexy. My Ash was the prettier of the two, her well-defined features made people notice wherever she went. Alyssa was more girl-next-door type, pretty but not quite model-quality like my daughter.
At the intermission, the other dads seemed very interested in me and my situation; complimenting me on my daughter and her friend. I made sure to keep the whole conversation on the up and up as I wanted no implications, complications, or insinuations. I was pretty sure, though, that a couple other daughters at the table were giving me the once-over. I mean, you know, most dads hit thirty-five and the “schlub” factor starts increasing exponentially. Whereas I worked out and took care of myself so that even though I’m past forty, I looked better than most of the dads there. Plus, I had the suit on and most of these dads wore outfits that seemed to magnify their dad-bods.
After some speeches about Grandma’s House of Hope (a really great group doing things for at-risk families), we finally got down to the dancing. The first few songs were fast and danceable so both of my “daughters” danced with me. A few other dads had both their girls with them so we didn’t look out of the ordinary. We had fun trying to keep it clean in spite of the suggestive looks they both kept giving me.
The DJ then announced two slow dances were coming up to end the dance portion of the evening. Alyssa sat down as Ashley stepped up to me, her arms encircling my waist.
“Honey, we have to dance proper, okay? Put your right hand out to the side, good girl.” The lights lowered as the Amy Winehouse rendition of “To know him is to love him” eased forth from the speakers. Such a beautiful song with poignant lyrics, it made both Ash and I teary-eyed as we moved around the floor. She also made sure to brush her breasts against me now and then, smiling when that happened. By the end, my sizeable erection pressed into her as we hugged and quickly kissed each other on the lips.
Fortunately, the lights stayed low as that song ended and Ashley departed, soon to be replaced by Alyssa as “My Wish” by Rascal Flatts began playing.
However, as my dance with Ashley was fun and loving yet still proper, this dance began with Alyssa clutching onto me tightly. Her shoulders jumped as she sobbed into my shoulder. Still with my hard-on, I felt her unusually large breasts crushing into me. My mind spun as I tried to reconcile my body’s reactions with what I should be doing; comforting this poor girl who’s dad was a shit-heal.
I shushed her and stroked her hair while we danced, and she calmed down a bit.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Nothing to be sorry about, Lys. I’m sorry about my, ummm…” I wiggled a bit to show her I meant my cock.
“Mister… I mean, Daddy… I just don’t know what to say. My Dad is like… well, such an asshole. And you’re so much not an asshole. Thank you for bringing me here and… everything else you’ve done for me….”
She hugged me harder and I could hear her sniffling. I’m glad my Ash is so observant, she saw this and came out on the floor immediately as the song ended to escort her friend to the ladies room. With people’s eyes on them, nobody seemed to notice my tented slacks as I quickly made my way to our table.
“Is she okay?” asked Jack, a nice guy with a cute daughter to my right. The whole table looked at me.
“She’s just very sad about her real father. He left a few years ago and has been absent and out of touch. We thought this might be good for her: you know, me stepping in and being a pseudo-dad. But now I’m not so sure.”
The other fathers reassured me that I was doing an honorable thing. I wondered what they would think in about forty-five minutes, if getting it on with her was still honorable.
My phone buzzed.
“Oh,” I announced to the table. “Well I guess our evening has come to an end. Alyssa needs to go home, it seems.”
I shook hands with the Dad’s and promised to pass on the good wishes to Alyssa from the girls. I found my dates and we walked out of the hallway and into the parking lot with a daughter on each arm.
“You okay, Lys? Can I do anything?”
Her head leaning on my shoulder, she spoke in low tones.
“You can take me to your house and fuck me. I mean, after Ashley, of course. But can you fuck me soon? Ashley promised me you would.”
“She did? Well, I don’t see a problem with that. But first, Ashley is going to need a spanking for making promises that concern me without telling me.”
I turned my head to see Ashley looking up at me. Her eyes sparkled in the pale light of the parking lot.
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“My room. Ten minutes.”
The girls scampered inside as I made my way to the bar. I poured myself a couple fingers of Maker’s Mark into a tumbler. I thought better of that and poured another finger, drank about half of the glass, then went up to my room.