Part 1 (2/2)

”I'm sure you can find yourself something else to snack on.”

”Hmm. I like your way of thinking. I do have a sweet little snack right here.”

”Please, Daddy.”

Excitement buzzes through me, and I can't tell if it's from embarra.s.sment, antic.i.p.ation, or the idea of Daddy eating me in front of someone else.

”That sweet little 'please' was so polite, Haley. Manners will get you what you want.”

Suddenly, I feel his tongue on me. His whole face is buried between my legs from behind, my chest still pressed down on the desk.

Daddy grabs both of my thighs, pulling them wider apart for him. He lifts me so my a.s.s bows off the desk, causing me to stand on my tip toes. For a minute I'm afraid my Mary Janes shoes will make me slip, but Daddy's grip is so tight I'm not going anywhere.

His tongue strokes around my tender c.l.i.t, teasing it, making it harder as it begs for more attention. His tongue applies firm pressure to my soft slick tissue as he circles back forth. His strokes grow faster and harder, and I just need a little more. I try to push back and plant myself on his face, but Daddy's grip won't allow it.

I scream out in frustration when his mouth suddenly pulls away from my greedy kitty.

”You're going to c.u.m for me, Haley. Hard. And when you do, I want you to remember whose sweet little c.u.n.t this is. It might be between your legs, but it's mine. You remember that the next time you think about showing it to someone else to get my attention.”

If I wasn't so close to c.u.mming, I'd have told him that it worked. But I knew that would only end with me in the corner and no o.r.g.a.s.m, so I lock my lips together and fight the urge to sa.s.s him.

All other thoughts leave my mind when Daddy's mouth goes straight back to my c.l.i.t. He sucks it into his mouth, and I c.u.m instantly. My head swims and my legs give way as the pleasure tears through my body.

”She might have a sour mood today, but she still tastes as sweet as ever,” Daddy says, pulling me off his desk. He lays me on his office sofa, my panties now hanging around one of my ankles. I try to close my legs but Daddy halts my movements.

”No, Haley. You wanted to be a brat and disturb our meeting. The least you can do is give Adam a nice view of your wet kitty while we finish.”

I'm so spent from my o.r.g.a.s.m I don't even protest. I just let my legs fall open.

”I told you all that sugar would make you crash. Now, lay your head on Daddy's lap and take a nap.”

I lean up, Daddy sits down, and I rest my head on his legs. I hear the sound of his zipper, and I don't even have to open my eyes to know what to do. Opening my mouth, I take him in and gently suckle on his c.o.c.k.

Running his hands softly through my hair, I slowly drift off to sleep.

2.

WILLIAM.

My hours have been too long this summer, and Haley needs attention. I've been trying to find another little as a friend for her, and I think today I did that. Giving her attention is my most favorite thing to do, but I've been too distracted with work to give her the proper care she deserves. I need something for us to do now, just the two of us.

When we get home, I make her some dinner and send her to bed without dessert. She stamps her foot and sticks out her bottom lip, so I eat her p.u.s.s.y on the kitchen counter to make her feel better. After the quick o.r.g.a.s.m, I paddle her bottom a little and send her to bed. She's been a brat today, but that's partly my fault.

Going into my office, I sit down at my computer, searching through hundreds of places we could go, finally settling on a vacation for us. We both need to get away, and my a.s.sistants can handle work while I'm gone. It's time I gave my little the attention she deserves and to show her she is my number one priority. She gives herself so entirely to me that I must show her that I do the same. That she will always come first.

After about an hour of booking and checking all the arrangements, I get up and head to the bedroom. When I walk in I see Haley on top of the covers wearing a tiny, blue, cropped t-s.h.i.+rt and no panties. The t-s.h.i.+rt looks doll sized and is stretched tight across her t.i.ts, her nipple begging for attention. She's fast asleep, spread out on the bed, and I can see her p.u.s.s.y, open and ready for me. She's got her arms wrapped around her stuffie, a fluffy unicorn I won her at the fair last month. Sometimes she rubs it on her p.u.s.s.y until she falls asleep. I usually watch her for a while and jerk off to it. Something about seeing her so innocent, owning that purity, feeds the beast inside me.

Tonight, seeing her spread out like this, I need her again. I was half-hard when I was eating her p.u.s.s.y for dessert and looking at her makes my c.o.c.k fully hard. I take off my clothes and go to the end of the bed, crawling on, trying not to disturb her. When I push the tip of my c.o.c.k inside her, she starts to move her hips.

I thrust in all the way and she moans, but still doesn't fully wake up. I love having her ready and willing every night when I go to bed. There is no question of whether I'll be getting into her p.u.s.s.y. I own her, she is my little and will always part her legs for me. I start pumping in and out, my c.o.c.k deep inside her tight p.u.s.s.y where it belongs. The only c.o.c.k she has ever known or will ever know. The only reason I ate her p.u.s.s.y in front of Adam today was because I knew Haley would get off on it. She loves all kinds of attention, and if Adam's and my littles are going to start having play dates together, we are all bound to see each other with our little in some form or other.

After a minute, she starts to wake up, and I lean over her, making shus.h.i.+ng noises.

”Go back to sleep, little one. Daddy just needs to get off really quick before bed. The sight of your sweet p.u.s.s.y made my c.o.c.k so hard. Be a good girl and rest. I'm almost finished.”

She nods her head sleepily, and I c.u.m inside her. It's hard and fast, but I keep silent so it doesn't startle her too much. Haley has had a long day and she needs sleep.

When I'm finished, I lean down and kiss her on the forehead, pulling out gently. I lie down beside her and spoon her body with mine as she cuddles her unicorn and c.u.m leaks between her legs. Having her in my bed and in my heart helps me drift into a peaceful sleep.

3.

WILLIAM.

The next morning...

”Where are we going, Daddy?” She's practically about to burst into a pile of glitter and barely able to stay still as I pack our bags.

”Haley, I told you it was a surprise. You can go color, or watch cartoons until it's time to go. We have about an hour,” I say, going through her clothes, debating what I should take. I would like her to wear her little clothes are often as possible during this weekend.

”I'm too excited to do any of that. You can't wake me up and tell me we are going on vacation and then not give me any details. I'm dying, Daddy!” she half-yells, while she jumps up and down on the bed, making the headboard hit the wall. The sound makes me c.o.c.k instantly hard.

I sigh and go over to her. This is why I can't tell her too far in advance we are going somewhere. She's adorable but has no patience.

”Lie down on your tummy on the bed, little one,” I say, indicating for her to stop jumping on the bed.

”Why?” she pouts, crossing her arms over her chest, sticking her bottom lip out.

”Because you're too wound up and you need some help,” I tell her in as calm as a voice as I can muster.

”Please don't spank me, I promise I'll be better.” She clasps her hands together as if she's praying for the opposite to happen. While the idea is tempting I don't need her wiggling on a sore a.s.s for hours on the plane. But maybe just a little one will do her good and she'll still be okay on the plane.

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