Daddy's Pretty Baby

by Cassandra Dee

  I groaned, dick going stiff once more. Because yeah, we’d supposedly enjoyed the movie together last night. But more accurately, Melissa had watched Frozen, her head in my lap as the movie flickered on screen, alternately licking and sucking my balls, giving me head again and again. Fuck I must have had five orgasms last night as the characters whirled on TV, dancing and singing, who the fuck knew what the plot was. All I knew was that I’d blasted repeatedly, my best girl’s mouth hot on my dick, vacuuming semen from me, one thick milkshake after another. Oh yeah, movie nights are big at Valley Pine, real big.

  But we could watch movies anytime, that was no big deal. In fact, we could even watch on the Concord, I was chartering a private flight so it’d just be me and my girl, fucking the whole way if we wanted, making good use of the private cabin. The Magic Kingdom was coming, and I chucked Melly under the chin again.

  “We’re gonna leave tomorrow honey,” I rumbled. “Do you think you can pack by yourself? Or do you want Daddy to help?”

  She sat back, flushed, still stunned from the prospect of a trip to Orlando.

  “I can pack myself Daddy,” she whispered, brown eyes wide. “I can do it.”

  And I nodded approvingly, leaning over to give her a kiss, tasting the unmistakable mixture of chicken and semen on her lips. Fuck, it was so delicious, I almost threw her over my shoulder again, ready for another sex session. But right, discipline. I needed to get discipline, I was the Daddy, I needed to lead by example. So I sat back, restraining myself.

  “Good,” I rumbled. “Then we’ll leave first thing tomorrow honey. Are you ready for a good time?”

  And the brunette turned to me, brown eyes wide.

  “Yes, Daddy, yes,” she breathed. And it was a promise, an invitation, a forever rolled all into one. Because this was my little girl … and no matter what happened, Melly would always be mine.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Melly

  It’s like I’m living in an alternate universe, life is so unreal. I don’t know what’s happened to the old Melissa, but it’s almost like she’s never existed now. These last two months, I’ve become Melly from the inside out, inhabiting her skin non-stop.

  And it’s been easier and better than I thought. At first, I expected the worst. I really thought I’d be embarrassed as hell, embarrassed to be seen in public in little girl dresses with frilly white socks, a huge bow in my air. I’d been so reluctant initially that I’d seriously considered trying to pass it off as the next hipster fashion, I was wearing these outfits in an “ironic” way.

  But instead, it’s turned out okay. I feel okay going out in the pink frills, I feel okay eating kid food, drinking milk and orange juice, no alcohol in sight. So long as everything is served with a squirt of Mr. Lancaster’s cum, then I’m good to go.

  And Robert himself has been surprising. Most littles have a relationship with their Daddy that’s strictly limited. Most littles just watch movies and play Chinese Checkers, without doing too much talking. But with Mr. Lancaster, it’s different. He wants to know me, he wants to know about me, what makes me tick, what makes me happy, even if it’s all within the confines of our lifestyle.

  Take last week for example. We’d been having a lazy night in, playing Connect Four, Mr. Lancaster with a glass of bourbon at his elbow, me with a mug of warm milk shot with cum. Oh yeah, I love the bubbly, it’s the source of my nutrients, it fortifies everything I drink these days. I’d watched with pleasure as Daddy had milked himself, blasting into my mug before finishing in my mouth, letting me drink straight from the source. Mmm, my pussy gushed as I lapped at his cock, the tip dipping with the stuff of life. Oh fuck, oh fuck, my sweet lips parted as I looked up at him, silently begging for more.

  But it was game night tonight, and Daddy admonished me.

  “Honey didn’t you want to play Connect Four? I thought that was your special thing.”

  I stopped licking for a moment. Hmm, Connect Four or licking my Daddy’s cock? Both were good but Daddy had promised to let me win tonight, so it was a tough choice. Scrambling to sit up, I’d smacked my lips together, wiping the back of my mouth with my hand

  “You’re right Daddy, I’m red tonight!” I called out quickly. “You’re black!”

  And Robert just chuckled deep in his throat, lazily leaning back, getting comfortable, adjusting that huge cock. But no, he didn’t put it back in his pants, his penis lay out, huge, glistening with my saliva, a giant hose dormant against his thigh.

  “Daddy you have to put it back in!” I squealed. “It’s distracting me, I won’t be able to focus!”

  He merely took another sip of bourbon, blue eyes eating me up.

  “No worries honey, why don’t you pull your panties to the side and we’ll call it even? Distract Daddy a little bit, honey, one for one.”

  And I giggled. Mr. Lancaster was so smart, why hadn’t I thought of that? So sitting on the couch with the game between us, I got comfortable. Slowly, I inched my white nightgown up until my panties were showing and sensuously rubbed my clit, making sure Daddy was watching.

  “Mmm,” I moaned, eyes closed, lips pouting. “Mmm.”

  And making sure his eyes were glued to my twat, with one small finger I swept the fabric of my crotch to the side, my gleaming pink pussy coming into full view.

  “Look, it’s saying hello!” I squealed, shifting my thighs so he could see, the creamy white vee parting to reveal more of my hot pink insides. Because sure enough my clit was stiff already, the nub visible between my labia and slowly I pulled my nether lips open, letting Daddy look right up into me. “See, my clit’s waving to you!” I huffed again.

  Daddy was mesmerized for sure, eyes glued to my twat, dick jerking against his leg, slowly but surely lifting a bit, getting hard, even leaking a little. Mmm, this was the way to distract Daddy, I was going to win tonight for sure!

  But Mr. Lancaster was taking no prisoners, and with sure hands, he dropped a disk into its slot.

  “Ooh!” I squealed. “You blocked me Daddy, why did you do that?”

  The big man just chuckled, cock huge. His member was rock solid now, the giant snake glistening wetly under the living room lights, liquid pooling at the tip. Oh god, I wanted it, I wanted it in my snatch, but Daddy had promised to let me win tonight and I wasn’t missing the opportunity.

  Robert just laughed at me, a gleam in his eye.

  “Just saw the opening, baby girl,” he rumbled. “Now you go.”

  And I bit my lip because what next? Mr. Lancaster was so good at games, he was so good at strategy, at faking me out. How could I possibly win this match? So I smiled coyly at him once more.

  “But you’re supposed to let me win, Mr. Lancaster, I’m your pretty pet,” I murmured, licking my lips lasciviously before taking a red disk in my hand. But instead of slotting it into the board, instead I licked it once, twice, before rolling it down my body and rubbing it against my puss. Mmm, it felt good! The hard plastic edge was exactly what I needed, the shallow grooves teasing my clit slightly. And with another sly smile, I pushed that little red disk right into my pussy, plastic disappearing within the pink folds of my cunt.

  “Oh, Daddy, did I win?” I asked coyly. “Did I Connect Four?”

  He growled then, deep in his throat, making me feel shuddery and warm, my pussy pulsing around the disc.

  “Fuck baby, fuck,” he ground out, dicktip leaking now non-stop. “You win honey, Daddy gives up.” And I giggled because that’s the truth of the matter. I have Robert wrapped around my little finger, the big man does what I want, and we both know it. We both know he loves me, absolutely adores me, and I giggled once more, slowly pulling my nether lips open to show him the red disk inside before pushing a finger in and fishing it out. Ooh, the puzzle piece was covered in goo, my cunt juice dripping wetly off the disc.

  “Mmm, Daddy, I’m happy to share with you,” I mewled. “Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?” And licking the puzzle piece, I sampled my cunt juice. Fuck, I was
slimy and tangy, the pussy cream turning me on. With another giggle I offered the piece to Robert. “Share Daddy?”

  And like a good daddy, he too took a lick, sampling my personal nectar.

  “That’s right baby,” he rumbled deep, blue eyes electric on mine. “Remember, taking turns and sharing, treating others just like you want to be treated. Those are the golden rules, and you’re such a good girl to share your win with Daddy. Now give me a kiss, baby, another kiss for this poor fool.”

  And I didn’t hesitate then, I pressed my lips to his, playfully at first, just a small peck, intending to tease and flirt. But quickly it deepened into something else. Pretty soon Daddy was growling into my mouth, his hands cupping my boobs, squeezing the breastflesh, making me moan.

  “Unnnh,” I grunted as he tweaked a nipple, pulling off the pink top with an audible pop. Oh god, the white nightgown was a thin, plain cotton, my hard nipples jutting out like rocks, begging to be touched, to be kissed. And I fully expected him to go for it, to feel his mouth descend on my boobs, for another hot session right here on the floor of the den. But instead, Mr. Lancaster held back.

  “No honey, I wanted to chat with you a little,” he rumbled deep, pulling up from our kiss. I gasped a bit, resurfacing, my cunt running hard. I moaned once more, grinding my pussy against his thigh, unconsciously trying to tempt him, to lead him back into the lair. Hadn’t we both just shared a treat, sucking my fluid off a puzzle piece? Why did he want to talk right now? How weird. But Robert was an alpha and couldn’t be distracted.

  “No baby,” he rumbled again, stroking my hair this time, running one big hand down my back. “Daddy wants to learn more about you.”

  And slowly, my eyes fluttered open. Dammit, I wasn’t gonna be fucked hard, right here on the floor of the den. Dammit, dammit, instead we were going to “talk,” nothing could be less fun. But I tried to go with it, to seem excited.

  “What Daddy?” I asked sweetly. The ease with which I called Robert “Daddy” now was shocking, the moniker just rolled off my tongue. “What do you want to know? How much I love you? How much I love having your dick in me?”

  And he grunted, pleased.

  “That’s true,” he acknowledged, dropping a kiss on the tip of my nose. “You do love having Daddy’s cock buried deep in those sweet folds, don’t you? But Daddy wants to know Melissa as well as Melly, you’re not a one trick pony. Now tell me honey, how did you find the ad for Valley Pine?”

  And I sat back a little then, surprised. This was a total U-turn. I thought for sure we were gonna have a hot sex session, that’s how game nights, movie nights, swim lessons, everything ended between us. So why was he asking? Why did he want to know about Melissa? We hadn’t talked about my real self in a long time, it was like she almost didn’t exist anymore, well at least not here at Valley Pine. In my mind, Melissa was still alive and well, healthy and thriving, just on a vacation. So I was cautious. Melissa belonged to me, not to Robert. And my mood completely shifted, suddenly I was sober and serious, although my twat still gleamed wetly under the lights.

  “What do you want to know?” I asked quietly, adjusting the nightgown so that it covered my thighs decorously, pink bits no longer on show.

  A short pause.

  “How you found your way here,” he repeated casually, voice smooth. “What brought you to the estate?”

  And I nodded, taking a deep breath.

  “Well Daddy,” I said. “You know my old living situation didn’t exactly work out. The girl I lived with was a bitch and ….” My voice trailed off. I wasn’t supposed to use bad words around the house. Uh oh. Was I in trouble now?

  But Robert merely ignored it. Ah ha, so the rules changed depending on what we were talking about. If I was Melissa, then it was okay to be a woman, cussing, talking about taxes and politics, all sorts of grown-up stuff. But if I was Melly, then swear words were a big no-no, my mouth would be washed out with Listerine.

  So I started again.

  “I was in a tough living situation,” I repeated once more, my speech enunciated, clear like an adult. “We were evicted because the owner’s son wanted to move in, which is legal under NYC rental law. But my old roomie blamed it on me because I was always late with the rent, and I think our landlord hated us anyways. So we lost our apartment with only a few days’ notice.”

  Mr. Lancaster face remained unreadable, giving nothing away although those blue eyes flashed briefly.

  “A few days notice is definitely not kosher,” he remarked. “You girls were forced out illegally for sure. Next time something like that happens, tell me,” he said swiftly. “And I’ll get my staff on it. But go on,” he continued. “Wasn’t there someplace else you could go, couldn’t you stay with family for a few days?”

  And I took a deep breath then because it was time to tell the truth, there was no way to gloss over my family situation.

  “My dad, he’s in jail,” I said slowly. “Well, he might be out now, but I’m not sure, I haven’t talked to Ray in years.”

  Mr. Lancaster’s eyes betrayed no surprise, but I was sitting so close to him, on top of him practically, that I could more feel than hear his deep inhale of air.

  “That’s right,” I nodded again. “My dad is a felon, he held up a convenience store at gunpoint when I was five or so. So he went away, and my mom tried to raise me by herself. But Adele was really young, she had me when she was sixteen, so it was tough and she couldn’t manage very well. Adele put me in a home when I was six,” I said quickly then. “I don’t blame her, she was barely out of her teens herself, and she must have felt like there was no other choice.”

  Mr. Lancaster was still as a rock, the only movement the deep rise and fall of his chest.

  “So what you’re saying,” he said slowly, “is that you’re an orphan?”

  I shook my head.

  “No, not technically an orphan because both of my parents are alive as far as I know,” I said slowly. “Of course, I haven’t seen either Adele or Ray in years, so nothing’s for sure. But if what you’re really asking is if I grew up alone,” I said with a deep breath, “with no family, a ward of the state, then yes,” I finished. “Yes, I grew up in a group home and only left the shelter system recently.”

  Mr. Lancaster started then, that big body going hard beneath me.

  “When did you get out?” he growled, blue eyes intense. “When did you leave the group home?”

  And I was silent for a moment. Did he really want to know? It was painful relaying my past, there was nothing good to say, nothing positive, nothing girly and happy, such a contrast to my little girl life here.

  “I left about a year ago,” I stated, holding my chin up. “You’re a ward of the state until you’re eighteen, and then you’re cut loose.”

  Mr. Lancaster jolted once more.

  “Cut loose?” he ground out. “What does that mean?”

  I shrugged, trying to look casual.

  “Well, we’re expected to get jobs, to support ourselves once we turn eighteen. And yeah, there are some young adult transition services, but it’s not like college was on my horizon. There’s no way college was possible,” I stated more clearly, “so I got a job at Dunkin’ Doobie to pay the rent. And I figured the waitressing would give me time to fit in art classes on the side. Maybe I’ll be a graphic designer one day, it doesn’t take that much formal training, it’s more about instinct and love for design.”

  Mr. Lancaster was silent, those blue eyes shuttered.

  “So you only got out of foster care a year ago?” he rumbled, that gaze piercing me.

  “Not foster care,” I corrected. “I was never picked up by a family, not even a temporary one. I got out of a group home,” I reiterated again. “I lived with a bunch of kids in a government facility.”

  And Mr. Lancaster shook his head again.

  “Holy shit,” he ground out, almost under his breath. “You’re a much braver girl than I thought, Melly.”

  And I nodded, under
standing his point of view. At age twenty I’ve already lived nine lives, had a couple close brushes with death, my entire life a study in danger and hazards. No, there were no pink princesses or unicorns in Melissa Carlson’s life, no happy endings. Her experience was much different from Melly’s.

  “I think,” I said slowly. “I think that’s part of the reason why I’m so adaptable, why I’m able to take to this little girl stuff like a duck to water. One, because I don’t have many options,” I acknowledged. “I can’t go back to the group home, I’ve already aged out of the shelter system and was evicted from my old apartment. And two, because I’ve been living by my wits for a long time,” I said truthfully. “To survive for the last decade, I’ve had to,” I added simply. “There was no other way, it was either man up and get smart, or bad things would happen.”

  Mr. Lancaster’s big hand trailed up and down my back thoughtfully, the alpha saying nothing, merely looking at me thoughtfully.

  “I see,” he said, the voice deep, those blue eyes taking me in once again, as if I was different from what he expected, someone with a past, a human being with a myriad of experiences, a lifetime of hurt under my belt. And caressing my back soothingly the again, he asked, “And what are your plans after your three months here are up?”

  I took a deep breath.

  “I’m not sure,” I said slowly. “I think I can get my job at Dunkin’ Doogie back, god knows no one wants to work there,” I said wryly. “They don’t even pay us minimum wage, did you know that? The owner’s such a cheap bastard,” I said. “But the truth is, I don’t know. The fifteen thousand from this job is gonna help a lot, it’ll tide me over until I find something. So thank you for that,” I said quickly. “Thank you, I appreciate it, especially since housesitters usually work for free, well at least for room and board only.”