You had been begging for days to have some friends over for the weekend. Of course you checked with Mommy first, but she just responded with her usual “Go ask your father” mantra. You kept putting it off, but eventually relented and found yourself knocking on the study door one afternoon.

“Come.” A single word response that almost made your legs too weak to walk into the room with.

You stood before his desk with your hands clasped demurely in front of you, the way Daddy always insisted a young girl present herself. You politely make your case, but you can see on his face as he stares into your eyes that he isn’t convinced. You can tell he’s busy and stressed with work, and was probably looking forward to a quiet weekend instead of having to put up with some girls running around and making noise.

Finally you utter the phrase that both excites and terrifies you. Both of you, really. The magic words that you know will transform Daddy into something else in a way you simply can’t resist.

“Please Daddy, I’ll do anything.”

With that, everything stops. His gaze is still locked on your eyes, but you watch as it slowly travels down your face, lingers in your neck and shoulders, drags across every emerging curve and change your body is manifesting, and lingers on your legs before reversing course and coming to lock on your eyes.

“Fine. But you’ll all need to behave.”

And with that, you know that not only have you gotten permission, but that something special is likely in store for you regardless of your behavior.

The first day of the sleepover is everything you’d hoped. Your two best friends and you had a great time playing and talking. Both of them had obvious crushes on Daddy, and late in the afternoon they both decided to start teasing him in different outfits while walking through the house in an attempt to get his attention. You gave in and started doing the same thing, and each of you would find some artifice that would give you an excuse to walk past Daddy as he did various chores.

Daddy certainly noticed. During one such pass you noticed Daddy was admiring your friends, but when you came past all of his attention was suddenly on you and you couldn’t tell what to make of his expression. It was somewhere between anger at your behavior and hunger.

As evening drew on, Mommy took one of her pills and said goodnight. Daddy offered up his study with its big screen for you and your friends to use to watch movies all night, so you and your friends immediately brought in sleeping bags, blankets, and pillows to make the floor between the sofa and the screen as comfortable as you could.

Daddy closed the door and went off somewhere else while your friends and you started a movie and began talking and giggling. Several hours later, a knock on the door revealed Daddy bringing a special treat. He had made cocoa for everyone, and your heart melted when you saw he’d used your favorite mug for yours which had an extra large helping.

After reminding the three of you to behave and bidding goodnight, he walked back out.

You don’t even remember much else from the night, but found yourself waking up at someone repeating your name softly. It was still dark out and you could see the moonlight through the window blinds, so it couldn’t have been very long.

You groggily look towards the voice calling you and quickly wake up full as you see your Daddy kneeling on the floor next to one of your friends.

“Do I have your attention, princess?” he asks, and you nod. You notice that your friends are still quite asleep and are snuggled up with each other, their faces both upturned and quite close. Then you notice Daddy has his cock out and is slowly stroking it inches away from their mouths.

“Daddy…?” but he shushes you before you can get another word out.

“I crushed up a couple of your mother’s pills and added them to all of your cocoas. I made sure to give extra to your friends.” He says this last with a nod towards what he is doing.

“Now be quiet and pay close attention, little one.”

But he didn’t need to even say that. You are transfixed watching him. You keep fluctuating between shock, shame, and something else…

“I told you that you needed to behave this weekend, but you just had to tease me, didn’t you?”

His hand is moving differently now. More deliberate. You can see fluid starting to accrue at the tip and you feel your mouth water. You can’t even guess how long you watch this, but it is long enough that the drop forming at Daddy’s tip looks ready to fall.

But it doesn’t. Instead, Daddy lowers his erect member to the mouth of one of your friends. Her lips are already slightly parted as she lightly breathes through her drug induced slumber. He gets closer and closer, moving very slowly. His stroking has stopped, and he gently touches her full lower lip with his tip, transferring that juice directly onto her.

As he pulls back from her mouth, he changes his angle slightly and drags his head across the lips of your other friend, the result of which is her face being pulled even closer to the moistened lips of her sleeping partner.

Daddy sits up, and leaves his cock jutting forward obscenely. Proudly. You look back at your friends. You see a pink tongue slip out and tentatively lick at Daddy’s deposit. Apparently the taste is quite appealing to your friend and she licks even more, using more of her tongue this time. With that act you see that same tongue brush against your other friend’s lips, and in the time it takes you to look up at Daddy and back, they are both softly kissing each other while they sleep.

Daddy smiles down at this scene, watching them unknowingly trade his gift back and forth with their exploring tongues.

After a few more moments they fall apart, the drugs and sleep pulling harder than their sleepy lust.

Daddy looks at you, and just like the other day his eyes travel your whole body, stopping between your legs and you realize that your nightshirt has ridden up and somehow your hand had ended up in your panties without you even noticing. Daddy stands up and moves to the sofa, gesturing you to come to him…