Your trophy toy

The next day you leave your toy alone. You do not visit her, you do not text her. You have been busy and after all, you just came inside of her several times in the last days, so you could go one day without. However, you realize that she has become completely addicted to your cock.

In the late afternoon you get a text 'Yesterday was wonderful Daddy! I love being used by you. Anytime. Anywhere. Do you want me to come by? Or come here again? I am always ready for you.' The text is immediately followed by several highly spicy photos. You did not even have to ask for them. Smiling, you put your phone aside. You would leave her wanting more for tonight.

Later that day you get a call from your boss. There is another one of those boring business meetings tomorrow. One of those get-togethers of people who want to feel important, hear themselves talk for a couple of hours, and end up deciding nothing. You hate those meetings. You hate them with passion. In the past, you had hated them even more because they all brought their ditzy trophy wives along. But now, you can play that game as well, you realize with a grin.

Looks like you will write her back tonight after all. 'You will meet with me tomorrow. You will put on an elegant dress. You will accompany me to a boring business meeting. And you will keep me entertained there. And especially you will be my reward for when I am finally done with it. Meet me tomorrow at 6 at this address. Do not be late.'

After some thinking, you add the words 'Fucking whore' at the end, just to make it even more demeaning. She would appreciate that. Her response came almost instantly. '_Yes, Daddy! Of course, I will be there!' _You go to sleep looking forward to tomorrow. You go through an uneventful morning and a boring day of work until it is finally time to meet up with her.

You arrive at the appointed place 10 minutes early. You had decided to meet up with her one block away from the actual restaurant so you could take a look at her, judge if you really want to bring her, and maybe even bend her over in the small alley next to you when you feel like it. However, that would probably ruin her look.

You see that she is already waiting for you. You have to admit, she looks much more elegant than you would have thought. Elegant, but still just slutty enough to make others jealous without looking inappropriate. Perfect! Not that you would tell her that of course. She has squeezed her curvy body into a tight black cocktail dress. Her big tits are getting squished together rather nicely. Her cleavage is just a tad deeper than what would be considered tasteful.

"Hi Daddy" she greets you in a submissive tone. "Hey, slut" you say. However, you realize that you two could hardly be calling each other that tonight. "Listen. Tonight, your name will be Stacy, understood?" 'Stacy' nods. "And don't call me daddy in front of my colleagues. Just say Rob, if you have to say anything." Once again, she nods.

"Okay. Just one more thing before we go" you say, pulling her a bit into the alley. "How quickly can you get from elegant to whore in this outfit?" Instead of an answer, she simply grins and starts shaking her upper body. First, not much happens, but her tits struggle free of the dress more and more with every shake. And a few seconds later, they are out in all their glory. Of course, she is not wearing a bra. Fucking whore, you think and grin.

"Perfect. Pack those jugs back up and lets go!"