Message-ID: <13226eli$9807211528@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Norm DePloom" Subject: {ASSM} "Daddy's Girl" part 4 "Karen's Airplane Ride" (Mdom) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <6p19u5$duc$1@nnrp2.snfc21.pbi.net> If you don't like sex stories, don't read it. If you don't like stories about sex with children, don't read it. If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read it. If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it. If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it. Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at normdeploom@yahoo.com. Daddy's Girl Part Four "Karen's Airplane Ride" by Norm DePloom normdeploom@yahoo.com All of the "Daddy's Girl" stories are written for and dedicated to a very special 'Little Girl'.- Norm Karen squirmed in her seat, her short plaid skirt just barely covered her hairless crotch. She was waiting for the airplane to take off for her flight to meet her Daddy who was in San Francisco on business. Karen thought about the empty brown glass bottle in her purse and blushed thinking every one on the plane could see it laying inside her purse and, seeing it, new what she used it for. Karen was squirming both from the excitement of flying to San Francisco, the anticipation of seeing her Daddy after almost a week apart, and the anticipation of following her Daddy's explicit directions for her activities on the flight. Karen's nipples got hard thinking about seeing her Daddy again. The air conditioner vent blowing across her breasts would have made them hard even if she hadn't been thinking about her reunion with her Daddy. Karen looked down at the T-shirt covering, but accentuating rather than hiding, her firm breasts. The three letters "D L G" were emblazoned across her breasts in bright scarlet. With the 'D' and the 'G' positioned to neatly circle and emphasize her hard nipples. Karen's Daddy had instructed her that if anyone asked her what the "D L G" stood for she had to tell the truth, they stood for "Daddy's Little Girl". As Karen waited for the airplane to taxi out to the take off point a man entered the cabin and, walking down the isle sat in the seat beside her. Karen caught her breath. At first she thought this man was her Daddy. She almost threw her arms around him until she realized, with considerable disappointment, that it wasn't her Daddy. On second look he didn't even look that much like her Daddy. Karen was just so excited about seeing her Daddy again that she imagined a resemblance when she first saw him. As the plane finally taxied out to the strip, Karen remembered the day her Daddy left for his business trip. Karen's Daddy had packed his clothes, then spent the last hours before heading to the airport, with Karen. They had fucked the time away right up to the moment the cab arrived for him. When the door bell rang Karen's Daddy drained the last of the beer from his bottle then, handing the empty bottle to Karen, instructed her to use it to fuck herself whenever he called and gave her permission to. After her Daddy left Karen had sat looking out the front window, feeling deserted and forlorn, holding the empty beer bottle, her only connection to the man who ruled her life, to her chest. She jumped when the phone rang, then walked slowly across the room to answer it. This couldn't possibly be her Daddy, he wouldn't land for another two hours. "Hello." Karen spoke mechanically into the cordless phone. "Hey Lil One." Karen almost came right there unexpectedly hearing her Daddy's voice calling her one of her favorite nicknames. "Daaddyyyyyy." She squealed excitedly into the phone. "I miss you already Daddy." Karen began to gush uncontrollably, from both ends. "Where are you? You can't possibly be in San Francisco yet. Did something happen to the flight? Are you coming back home?" "Whoa, girl, calm down, I'm calling from the plane." Karen could hear the smile in her Daddy's voice. "Oh." Karen said with undisguised disappointment. "I've got the skyphone and I'm in the bathroom." Karen's Daddy told her. "I want you to take the cordless phone, and your bottle into the bedroom." Karen followed her Daddy's instructions. "OK, I'm in the bedroom." "Lay on the bed, and hold the phone next to your ear." "OK, I'm laying down." "Good, I've got my cock out, your going to fuck yourself with that bottle, and I'm going to stroke my cock while I listen to you." "Oh Daadddyyyy." Karen squealed excitedly as she slipped the neck of the bottle into her waiting hairless slit. The acceleration of the plane hurtling down the strip and leaping into the air caught Karen by surprise, she looked around the cabin and swallowed a few times getting reoriented. Another second, Karen thought blushing, with those memories and I would have had my hand in my crotch right in front of this man. Karen reached into her purse and pulling out an envelope baring the number 'one' on the outside, opened it and read the note she found inside, being careful to hold the paper so the man next to her could not see what it said. "When the seatbelt sign goes off take your bottle into the restroom and fuck yourself with it. Love Your Daddy P.S. Open envelope number two before returning to your seat." Karen felt an extra gush of lubrication seeping from her already wet cunt as she waited staring at the seat belt sign. As soon as the lighted sign went dark accompanied by the 'bong' of the chime Karen grabbed her purse and mumbling 'scuse me to the man in the isle seat pushed her way past him and walked towards the restrooms. Karen entered the first available restroom and locked the door behind her. Karen turned and looked at herself in the mirror. Her tight T-shirt conformed to every curve of her breasts making them look bigger than they would have if she had been naked. She reached up and pinched her nipples through the material and moaned softly. Instead of sitting on the toilet Karen decided to lean up against the wall so she could watch in the mirror as she fucked the bottle in and out of her wet, glistening cunt. Karen loved watching things as they slipped in and out of her cunt. Each time Karen pushed the bottle into her self it banged against her clitoris. After day dreaming about her Daddy's 'goodbye' fuck before takeoff, it only took a few 'bangs' on her clitoris before Karen stopped pinching her nipple with her spare hand and used it to cover her mouth to muffle her orgasmic screams. Once the orgasm faded, Karen sat on the toilet to keep from falling down. After resting for a few minutes she dropped her special beer bottle into her purse and pulled out the envelope marked with the number 'two'. Ripping the envelope open Karen pulled out the note and read it. "If you are not sitting beside a man change seats so you will be. If you are sitting beside a man stay where you are. I want you to keep your seatmate hard for the next hour without ever letting him know you are doing it on purpose. After an hour return to the restroom and fuck yourself again, then open envelope number three." Love and Eternal Hardness Your Daddy Karen carefully folded the note from her Daddy and, standing up, looked at herself in the mirror while she planned how she was going to tease that poor man without letting him know she was doing it on purpose. Using the fingers of both hands Karen carefully patted water on the T-shirt over her nipples then directed the air current from the vent across them. After letting her nipples harden to the point of aching Karen stepped away from the sink and, looking in the mirror, decided she could hike her skirt up another half inch without showing her cunt with every step, if she walked carefully. Leaving the restroom, Karen walked back to her seat attracting the attention of every male along her route. Some of them braving icy reactions from their wives too openly stare at her swaying hard nippled breasts. When Karen arrived at her seat she stepped over the man's legs facing him instead of facing the front of the plane. This brought her breasts right across his field of vision. As she stepped into her seat Karen allowed her skit to ride up even further giving the man a glimpse of her hairless pussy. Karen was rewarded with a rapidly growing bulge in the mans trousers. Once past his legs Karen turned her back to him then bent over slightly to place her purse on the floor giving him just a glimpse of her firm bare butt. As she stood back up Karen made a production of pulling her skirt down and smoothing it into place before she sat down beside him then, crossing her legs, allowed it to hike back up her thighs again. For the next hour Karen found excuses to stand, bend over, lean over dragging her breasts against his arm or leg, step past him into the isle and back into her seat again, and anything else she could think of to keep herself 'innocently' displayed for this man. During the whole process Karen got hotter and hotter, her own obvious sexual excitement adding to the man's. Finally, when the hour was up Karen grabbed her purse and almost ran to the restroom where, after shutting and locking the door, she slammed the bottle into her wet cunt with more force than she ever had before. She fucked her self violently with the bottle, not stopping until she had cum three times. Then sitting on the toilet and leaning back against the wall, her face flushed with excitement and her breasts heaving as she attempted to regain her breath, Karen pulled out envelope number three. God, she thought as she ripped open the envelope, I never imagined I would have rough sex with myself. Karen read the note then moaned. "Give him a hand job. Then open number four." Was all it said. Karen stayed in the restroom for several more minutes. She knew her Daddy sometimes liked to share her with his friends, and liked to watch her tease and sometimes fuck other men, but her Daddy had always been there to protect her. Now she was going to have to fuck, even if it was just a hand job, without her Daddy there. Karen left the restroom to walk back to her seat much subdued. As she walked back to her seat Karen noticed more stares from the other passengers. It seemed like everyone on the plane was staring at her. Oh my god, she thought, they heard me. In her sexual frenzy Karen had forgotten she was on a plane. Everyone must have heard her screaming as she came again and again in the restroom. As she walked her face turned redder, and redder. As she scooted into her seat Karen tried to hide her face in embarrassment and humiliation. Finally she looked up and saw her seatmate staring at her. "I can only imagine what activity went with those groans and screams." He said letting his hand brush over the bulge in his trousers. Karen's face turned red again. Karen pulled a coat out from under the seat. "My Daddy told me to bring this with me." She said casually laying it over both their laps. "He said it would be cold in San Francisco." "Yes," the man said turning slightly towards her, "I imagine it will be." Karen slipped her hand under the coat and almost shyly stroked the mans cock through the material of his trousers. The man reached under he coat and, pushing her hand aside unzipped his fly. Karen reached into his pants and pulled out his hard, already seeping cock. After an hour of constant teasing and, Karen was not sure, how many minutes of listening to her cum in the restroom, the man's cock jerked and emptied its load onto her hand almost immediately. As Karen pulled her hand out from under the coat and reached for a Kleenex she saw the man wipe his cock off with her coat then zip up his pants. How rude, she thought seeing the wet spot as she folded the coat and put it back under the seat. As she sat back up and reached for the next envelope Karen heard a woman's voice from the seat behind her talking about 'that slut'. Suppressing the urge to turn around and say 'Well, at least I can get them off that's probably more than you can do bitch. ' Karen tore open envelope number four. "Very good dear Li'l One. I knew you would do as I asked. Now, cover yourself with your coat and pretend to sleep. I want you to finger yourself while the plane lands. You are to cum just as the wheels touch the earth. I want your legs to still be trembling when we meet in the airport." I am waiting with eager hardness, Your Daddy Karen pulled the coat back out from under the seat and covered herself with it, turning to face the window so her back was to her seat mate. She did not want to encourage any more interaction with him. Karen put her hand between her legs and gently stroked herself. With expert skill Karen kept herself on the brink of cuming until she felt the wheels touch the ground. "Yes Daddy, I'm all yours." 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