Daddy's Pretty Baby

by Cassandra Dee

  And oh god, I did want it. I wanted it so bad that I threw all caution to the wind and leaned back, parting my thighs involuntarily, giving myself to him, cupping my breasts to emphasize their lushness, rolling the tips in my fingers.

  “Yes, Daddy, yes,” I mewled, showing him my pussy once more. “Put it in, put it in.”

  But Mr. Lancaster couldn’t be rushed. Everything happened in good time, according to his clock. The big man crouched over me, running one big finger along my crevice, savoring the engorged flesh, how I was so wet, so swollen.

  “Baby,” he rumbled, arousal starkly evident, his dicktip leaking like a faucet now, dripping to stain the coverlet. “Daddy wants you to fuck yourself onto my dick, for my little girl to break her virginity on my thick cock.”

  I paused, eyes flying open, astonished.

  “But how?” I whispered, cheeks flushing pink. “How? You’re so big, and I’m not sure …”

  “Not sure that I’ll fit?” he rumbled, eyes still hot on mine.

  I blushed even more then, nodding without words.

  “Yes, Daddy, I’m … I’m nervous,” I said, stuttering a little. “I need you to do the honors.”

  The older man merely leaned down to swiftly kiss my pussy once more, giving it a long, loving lick, before leaning up against the headboard and pulling me into his lap so that I straddled that big form. Oh god, I’ve never been this close to a man before, much less a naked one, and I wasn’t sure what to do next. His dick stood up like a pole between us, huge, throbbing, the head literally brushing against the bottom curves of my breasts, I have such huge tits and he was so long. I didn’t know where to look, my cunt creaming hard against his lower thighs, moisture seeping all over that bronzed muscle.

  But Mr. Lancaster merely tipped my chin up with one finger to look deeply into my eyes.

  “Daddy’s gonna help you,” he said soothingly. “Daddy’s gonna help you fuck yourself onto my dick, it’s gonna feel good.”

  And I nodded slightly, biting my lip.

  “I trust you Daddy,” I murmured. “I trust you.”

  Something swept into his eyes then, something unreadable, making a muscle tick in his jaw, those blue eyes growing even more intense. But he didn’t say anything. Instead, two big hands grabbed each side of my fleshy waist, pulling me up until I was kneeling over the head of his cock, my pussy lips just kissing his glans, pre-cum smearing on my private place.

  “Now honey,” he growled, eyes on mine. “Don’t look away from Daddy’s eyes. Drop your hips slowly baby, lower yourself onto Daddy’s dick but never look away, it’ll be easier that way.”

  And biting my lip, I obeyed. Oh god, this wasn’t going to be easy. My brown eyes clung to his, seizing strength from that blue as slowly, I lowered my hips. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. It felt so good, his glans nudging my labia, slowly spreading my pussy. I glanced down for a moment, shocked at how my lips gripped his fuckpole so tightly, my pinkness a tight ring around his cock, the bottom of my pulsing clit gliding against his hard flesh.

  But Mr. Lancaster grabbed my chin again.

  “Look at me baby, the hard part’s coming,” he rasped.

  Because I was sinking down onto his pole, that huge shaft spreading me wide, filling me so full as slowly, I sampled my first dick. Oh god, oh god! It was so amazing and I moaned slightly, our eye contact electric, my small hands on his shoulders as the penetration continued.

  “Ahh!” I gasped. “Ahh!”

  Because the time had come. His dick was in my interior channel, pushing against that soft tissue, the proof of my virginity, and I couldn’t go any further without breaking it, without pain and blood.

  “Oh Daddy!” I cried out, stopping, unsure of myself. What was I supposed to do? Fuck myself down?

  But Mr. Lancaster had a solution. With one swift movement, he lowered his head to suckle at a nipple, my breastflesh pressed into his mouth, and I jerked at the sensation, a shock running straight from my tit to cunt. Oh god that felt good! But Rob doubled down then, one big hand leaving my hip to worm between our bodies, stroking my clit as I fucked him, caressing the hot nub, making me whine and scream.

  And suddenly it was done. The triple jolt of hot dick in my puss, his clever finger on my clit, and that mouth on my breast made me go ballistic and with a scream, I impaled myself all the way down on his cock, burying that hot shaft in me until he was balls deep, testicles pressed against my ass.

  “Ohhh!” I screamed this time, “oh oh oh!”

  Because it hurt, I won’t lie. Something had definitely broken inside, there was the definite tear of my hymen, Rob’s hot shaft so deep, so thorough that I squirmed slightly, like a pig on a stick with nowhere to go.

  “Unnh!” I wailed again. But Rob had me, I was safe in his arms.

  “That’s right,” he rasped, popping off my breast. “That’s right, that’s how little girls fuck their daddies. Now sweetheart, look into my eyes as I fuck you. That’s right baby, I want you to remember this.”

  And with that, our eyes met as the big man began rocking inside. It was gentle at first, a few millimeters up, then down, my puss adjusting to its first penetration, the first time I’d ever taken a man deep. But soon I was going along with it, riding that cock like a pro, taking him deep, deeper still, hard and thorough, savoring the heavy pound.

  “Yes,” I breathed, staring into the dark blue eyes. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me.”

  And a muscle jumped in Mr. Lancaster’s jaw, a flush staining that bronzed cheek as he pushed into me once more, still rubbing my clit with a finger.

  “Fuck,” he muttered. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight.”

  And I creamed slightly then, tilting my chin back, pussy on fire, loving the stroke.

  “Yes, unnh, yes,” I moaned again, and this time, Rob went one further. Despite the fact that I’d just had my pussy cherry broken, he surprised me by fingering my ass. Oh yeah, with no warning, right when I was about to crest, he shoved a thick finger into my butt, the digit tunneling into my back hole, parting my pleats, my anus seizing around him.

  And it was too much for a virgin. Double penetration for my first time was too much, even if his finger was only an inch or two up my behind. I screamed, I shouted, I twisted, and my body flew into heaven, shattering into a thousand tiny bits as ecstasy overwhelmed my senses, pussy and ass clamping and clenching, squeezing down on the man within. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I was so violated, so fucking fucked, and it felt so good.

  And my shaking, my moaning, my screaming, pushed Mr. Lancaster over the edge too. Because with a mighty roar, the big man’s penis jerked in me, once, twice, before blasting lash after lash of hot white into my insides, coating my fertile channel, making me come even harder, each spasm of my pussy drawing that precious jizz deeper inside.

  I cried, I screamed, I thrashed in his arms, but I only wanted more. My pussy pulsed around him, milking that thick cock of all its semen, ass clamping again and again around his finger, the hot dryness such a contrast to my wet insides.

  And we both gave it up, moaning, the white four poster rocking violently as we shattered, his male body pure, hard, huge, blasting pulse after pulse of hot semen into my insides, I never thought it’d end, there was so much virile male juice.

  But finally, the ecstasy crested and our bodies began to float back to Earth. My shakes became mere tremors, my desperate spasms subsiding into occasional shivers as I caught my breath, gasping.

  “Ohhhh,” I moaned, forehead dropping against the big man’s shoulder, wrung out and exhausted, like I’d just run a marathon. But yeah, it felt good. My body was alive for the first time in my life, all senses alert, every nerve sizzling, my pussy and ass so fucked.

  “Oh is right,” growled the big man, softly stroking my back with a big hand. “Fuck that was amazing.”

  And I lifted my head to look at him, eyes molten pools of caramel.

  “Daddy, did I do good?” I asked softly. “Did I do good?”

  He merely chuckled,
chucking me under the chin.

  “Little girl, didn’t you feel the huge load I gave you?” he asked. “Deep into your insides? Didn’t you feel the hot juices? That’s how much Daddy liked it.”

  And I flushed. That was true, he’d deposited an incredible amount of semen into me, but I’d never done this before. How much was a lot? I wanted to see for myself. So with a coy smile, slowly I maneuvered myself upwards, still kneeling above Mr. Lancaster as his cock slipped out of my pussy. Both of us watched, mesmerized, as that huge purple member reappeared from between my slick folds, covered in white, like it’d been dipped in super glue, still huge and hard.

  And finally, it was all out, the last part with a soft sucking sound as my vaginal opening let him go.

  “Oh god, Daddy,” I murmured, “oh god.”

  Because my pussy looked so swollen, so fucked, and I loved it, absolutely loved it. The pink flesh was used, glistening, smeared with fluids, and I realized suddenly that this is how pussy is supposed to look. This is how I wanted it to look every night, freshly fucked by a man, and I wanted Robert specifically, I wanted his dick to do the honors, whenever and wherever he wanted. Oh shit, what was happening? I was slipping into little play so easily, the old Melissa forgotten, the new Melly squarely in her place.

  And letting the new me take over, I smiled wickedly. Because it was fun to have fun, and shit, it was only for three months anyways. So I let myself go and wriggled my hips. Because I hadn’t done a cream pie yet, and reading my mind, Robert chuckled.

  “Push a little baby girl,” he rumbled gently in my ear. “Push down with your stomach, tilt your pelvis up.”

  And slowly, I did, concentrating, furrowing my brow. Like magic, it came then, appearing first as a small bubble, a small white drip before transforming. Because with a sudden rush, a great gust of white rushed out of my hole, hot, wet, virile, and there was just so fucking much of it. It was like a gallon of milk spilled on Rob’s thighs, the thick creaminess so goopy and sticky, warm and frothy.

  “Ohhh!” I cried out again, shocked at the volume, the evidence of his desire mixed with mine. “Oh!”

  But Rob wasn’t at all surprised. Instead the big man merely dipped his finger into the good stuff before lifting it to my pussy, caressing my labia, massaging me, even pushing some hot white back into my vaginal passage.

  “That’s how babies are made,” the big man rumbled, eyes intense, meeting mine. “That’s how babies get made, little girl.”

  And I flushed then. Because oh god, we hadn’t used any protection and I was a fertile teen with a huge load of spunk inside. Even though a gallon had just dripped out, I knew there was plenty left, Mr. Lancaster was that virile. And I should have been terrified because I’d only known Robert for a day, he was a stranger who’d come in me hard and deep, blasting me with his baby batter. But the new Melly was out in full force because instead of terror, a strange feeling of warmth and contentment crept over me, making me lay my head trustingly against his strong shoulder, leaning closer to that bronzed chest. I wanted him, I wanted to be with the alpha, to feel Mr. Lancaster’s hot virile spunk in me … and for the next three months I’d enjoy it as much as possible.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Robert

  It’s been a crazy two months because Melly is the best little I’ve ever had. There have been girls at Valley Pine in the past, here to test the waters, and there was even one who worked out pretty well, Nicole took to the lifestyle without too much trouble. But Melly is a whole other game. The brunette has slipped into the lifestyle full-time, wearing the princess dresses, putting her hair in pigtails, and best of all, letting Daddy fuck her non-stop.

  Because yeah, my little girl has a sweet twat that’s always wet, made for dick, and more often than not, we end up going for it hard at every chance. I give her swimming lessons in the pool, and we end up fucking in the water. We take a long walk around the grounds for exercise, and I end up fucking her in the bushes. And bath time? Holy shit, the water’s completely filled with sperm by the time we finish, that clear liquid’s practically white and foamy, I’ve come so fucking much, my sperm flying everywhere.

  And no, we’re not using protection. To be honest, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, it’s like I’ve lost my mind. It’s in the contract that all littles need to be on birth control, and that first week, I’d made an appointment with the doctor myself, to make sure that Melly got on something.

  But when the day came, the appointment completely slipped my mind and I ended up fucking my little on that white four-poster, hinges creaking, bed rocking back and forth, mattress groaning. Without protection of course, which is even more ironic, my dick spurting deep into that tiny pussy hole, seeding her once more. But somehow, I haven’t been compelled to re-schedule, shit, I could ask the doctor to come to Valley Pine for a house call, he’ll do it for enough money. But I dunno, something’s taken over my mind, my body, and I let it slip. Just like that, Robert Lancaster, who always makes sure his littles are protected, is suddenly playing it fast and loose, again and again, with my sweet girl.

  So yeah, I dunno exactly what’s wrong with me, it’s like a haze of fog has taken over my mind, I’m a man wandering dazed and lost, only coming to life when Melly is in the room. Thank god my businesses run themselves, thank fuck that I have billions already, so I can step away for a couple months and lose myself in the lifestyle. And Melissa’s been so good, so amazing, that I’m taking her to Disneyworld as a treat.

  “Melly,” I said one night after dinner. “Daddy has something special for you.”

  She paused for a moment, chicken nugget lifted halfway to her mouth. I noted with satisfaction that it was dipped in hot white goo, my sperm was her favorite condiment, she wouldn’t eat these days unless it was served as a side. God knows I fed that little girl full, both down her throat and up her twat.

  And she tried to guess what it was.

  “Is it the doll we saw at the store?” the brunette asked excitedly. “The one also named Melly?” Because I’d taken her to the Wooden Horse, a local toy store, and my girl had seen a doll who looked just like her with big brown eyes that opened and closed, long brunette ringlets and a blue dress. She wanted it desperately, but I’d resisted.

  “No baby,” I said gently, ignoring the stares of the salespeople and other customers. I admit, we looked a little weird, or more accurately, Melly looked weird, a grown woman dressed in a pale yellow jumper embroidered with flowers, with a big matching bow in her hair as she begged and pleaded with me, shifting her weight from foot to foot with excitement.

  But Melly was juiced and didn’t care about the looks we got, the stares from strangers.

  “Please Daddy,” she begged, her voice rising, starting to gain in volume. “Please, please, please, she even has the same name as me.”

  But I was adamant, frowning sternly.

  “Little girls have to learn restraint,” I said sternly. “And Melly hasn’t been showing much lately.” Because during our last sex session, Melly had begged me to put it in her ass, literally wiggling her butt at me, tempting me with that dark hole, pulling it wide for me to sniff. But I was saving anal for her birthday, so had refused, going on a spiel about discipline.

  And Melly had hung her head in the store, disappointed, shuffling her feet, looking down. In fact, tears had started to well in her eyes, and I was such a pushover I almost gave in. But right, discipline was paramount when working with littles so I shook my head again.

  “If you’re good,” I promised soothingly. “Daddy will buy it for you if you’re good.”

  The brunette nodded once more, miserable, eyes filled with tears, although she knew better than to protest again. See what I mean? The female’s learned quickly, much faster than any other little, and the progress we’ve made in two months is astonishing, really fucking incredible.

  But still, I wanted to reward the brunette in a small way for recognizing that it was futile to argue. So I led her outside an
d back to the car, opening the door and putting her in, buckling the safety belt myself, making sure the strap was tight. God, this girl was my most precious asset, I’d be devastated if something happened to my sweet, nubile female.

  “You be good,” I said, dropping a kiss onto her forehead, running my hand between her thighs, lightly niggling that clit once she was strapped in, making the female grunt with surprise and then moan with arousal, legs parting involuntarily. “You be good and Daddy will be sure to get the doll for you.”

  Because of course, I can deny Melissa nothing. I love my little, and it’s hard for me to say no to her, although I’m supposed to be the one in charge. Some days I wonder if she’s the Daddy, and I’m the little, it’s gotten so out of hand, Melly gets her way so often. And just like a giant pushover, I’m taking my baby to Disneyworld for her birthday, introducing her to the Magic Kingdom, where dreams come true. I looked forward to telling her, the tickets burning a hole in my pocket.

  “So what is it?” the female asked excitedly, a chicken nugget poised just inches from her mouth, cum dripping to her plate in gooey white blobs. “What’s the special thing you’re getting me?”

  And I grinned at her then, almost unable to contain my own excitement.

  “Baby,” I ground out. “Daddy’s taking you to Disneyworld for your birthday. Haven’t you always wanted to go? We’re gonna hop on the Concord and fly to Florida, rub noses with Minnie and Mickey.”

  Total silence for a moment before a gasp rang out.

  “Really Daddy?” she asked in a breathy whisper, cheeks coloring. “Where Mickey and Minnie live? With Donald and Dumbo? And Ariel, the little mermaid?”

  I nodded, grinning with pleasure, feeling ten miles tall.

  “That’s it, honey,” I said. “We’re gonna visit Ariel at home, Donald and Goofy, and um, um … who else?” I asked. Shit, I’ve never been good with cartoon characters, they all run together in my mind.

  “Well there’s Chip and Dale, and Ariel, and Princess Jasmine, and you know, the girls from Frozen, Elsa and Anna. And of course Olaf the Snowman. Daddy you forgot already? Silly Daddy!” she squealed, almost jumping up and down in her seat. “Don’t you remember, we just watched Frozen last night!”