Candy's Daddy

by Cherry Lee

  She felt suddenly shy as she gazed at the beautiful girl with straight blond hair held back by a headband. Would Jane like her? “Hello,” she whispered.

  “Hi.” Jane didn’t look at her but around the room, and she didn’t let go of her Daddy’s hand.

  “Don’t be shy, Janie. It’s all right,” Mr. Fischer said.

  Knowing that Jane was nervous too made Candy feel bolder. “Want to come see my room and my toys?”

  Jane glanced up at her Daddy before answering. “Sure.”

  The two girls scampered off to play, their Daddies trailing after them and chatting about grown up things like “adjusting” and “role playing” and “regression”. Candy wasn’t really listening. Her attention was on her new friend, Jane.

  She showed the girl her dollhouse with all its tiny furniture. Then they climbed onto the bed and chose which stuffed animals were their favorites.

  “I have some special toys in my toy box,” Candy said. “I think you’ll like them.”

  She slid off the bed and knelt beside the box, opening the lid to reveal the toys she and Daddy kept for some of their special games. Jane lifted out a thick, black dildo. “What’s this?”

  “You can put it places, like in your mouth or down here.” Candy pointed at the place between her legs. “Do you want me to put it in you? It’s really neat.”

  “I guess so.” Jane looked doubtful.

  Candy leaned in and hugged her then gave her a soft kiss on the mouth. “Don’t be afraid. It’s a fun game. You’ll see. But first we have to take some of your clothes off.”

  She told Jane to climb onto the bed again and Candy took off her guest’s shoes and socks. She tickled Jane’s feet until the other girl giggled and squirmed. Then she sang the Itsy Bitsy Spider song as she crawled her fingers up Jane’s legs toward her panties. Jane laughed and rolled back and forth it tickled her so much.

  Candy flipped up the skirt of Jane’s embroidered party dress and pulled down her lacy pants. The other girl’s pussy was pink and pretty like rose petals. Candy slid her fingers in between the folds and touched her all over. Then she brought her fingers to her nose and smelled Jane’s musky scent and tasted it.

  Jane lay very still, tense and afraid. “I don’t think I want you to put that big thing in me.”

  Candy glanced at the doorway where their two Daddies leaned against the wall, watching them play. Oh, she could see how much they enjoyed this game. Mr. Fischer was rubbing his cock through his trousers. Her own Daddy’s eyes glittered. He looked as hungry as the Big Bad Wolf in the story.

  “It’s okay, Janie. Let her do it,” Mr. Fischer croaked.

  Jane looked at him with trust and adoration in her blue eyes. “All right, Daddy. If you say so.”

  Candy slid her fingers in and out of Jane’s pussy, stretching and widening it. Then she tickled Jane’s special little button and the girl began to relax. While she did those things, Candy sucked on the dildo, which tasted like licorice. One of the Daddies groaned he liked the way it looked so much.

  Now Candy brought the big dildo to Jane’s opening and pressed it inside. She watched the girl’s cunt wrap around the toy as Candy pushed it inside. The sight made Candy’s own pussy feel slippery and empty. She wanted something to fill her too—something like her Daddy’s special part.

  “Candy,” Daddy said softly. “Janie would like it if you lick her down there. Why don’t you do that?”

  She smiled at him over her shoulder and bent to obey, breathing in the strong scent of the other girl’s smooth pussy. She could see Jane’s body grasping at the dildo as Candy drove it in and out of her, and she could tell Jane was excited because her little red bud stood erect and because she was moaning. Candy spread Jane’s pussy lips with the fingers of her spare hand and leaned close to lick her cunt.

  Janie shuddered and whimpered. Candy liked the sound of her pleasure. She looked over at the two men and made a show of licking Jane like she was a desert. “Mmmm,” Candy moaned loudly. “You taste so good, Janie.”

  “Christ, that’s hot,” Mr. Fischer muttered, and when Candy glanced at him again, his cock was out of his pants and he was rubbing it fast.

  She continued to fuck Jane with the dildo and lick her pussy until the other girl cried out and jerked on the bed. “Oh, oh, oh, Daddeeeee,” she called out to him as she came. Mr. Fischer gave a strangled groan and his red cock head spurted white cream, just like her Daddy’s did when he was excited.

  Candy loved how their guests were enjoying the party. It made her pussy throb and ache and her little nipples go as hard as diamonds. She hoped that later, Jane would lick her and suck on her titties.

  After Jane was finished, Candy slid the wet dildo from inside her and licked it clean while she gazed into her Daddy’s eyes. She knew he wanted to take his cock out like Mr. Fischer had, but he kept it in his trousers, a big, thick bulge.

  Candy helped Jane pull her panties up and smooth down her dress. She put on her socks and tried to buckle her shoes, but it was too hard and Mr. Fischer had to finish for her. And just in time, too, because the doorbell rang again. Their last visitor had arrived.

  Candy was surprised when she went with her Daddy to answer the door. The child named Chris was not a girl but a boy. She hadn’t known there would be a little boy at the party. He was with his Daddy, Mr. Bryce.

  Chris was a tall boy, even taller than his Daddy. He had blond hair like Janie only darker. He looked at Candy and then down at his feet.

  “Come in,” Daddy Bob said. “Come and sit down and we’ll start the games.”

  The three Daddies sat on chairs, but their little ones sat on the floor near their feet. Janie sat close to Candy and held her hand. They were best friends now. Both of them stared uncertainly at the strange boy.

  Daddy Bob broke the awkward silence by getting the children to play games. They pinned the tail on the donkey and Janie won. She got a prize and the others watched her open a sparkly necklace that flashed lights. She put it around her neck.

  The played hot potato next and Chris was the first one stuck holding the ball so he was out of the game. He seemed happy to crawl over to his Daddy and lean against his knee. Mr. Bryce petted his head and leaned to whisper something to him. Chris looked up at him and his Daddy brushed his hair back from his forehead and kissed him tenderly. When the music stopped again, Candy was holding the star-spangled ball. Janie had won again. This time her prize was a huge, all-day sucker. She smiled and winked at her Daddy as she received it.

  “Let’s let the kids play on their own for a little bit,” Mr. Bryce suggested. “See what they get up to.”

  The men poured drinks at the bar and the little girls and boy sat looking at each other, trying to decide what to do. Candy felt like she should get things moving since it was her house. The dildo had been a big hit with Janie, perhaps Chris would like to play that kind of game too. She slid in close beside him on one side and Jane on his other side. Jane offered them all licks of her big sucker.

  “How old are you, Chris?” Candy asked. “I’m seven.”

  “Me, too.”

  “Do you live with your Daddy all the time?”

  He shook his head. “No. Sometimes I have to go to work and be a grown up.”

  “That’s too bad. How about you, Janie?”

  “I have a job, too.”

  Candy thought how lucky she was to be able to be a little girl all the time. She leaned close to Chris and whispered loudly, “Have you ever had a girl touch your winkie? Can Janie and me look at it?”

  “I guess so,” he mumbled.

  Candy exchanged glances with Jane then she reached for the zipper of Chris’s short pants. She pulled the zipper down and drew out Chris’s soft penis. It wasn’t nearly as impressive as Daddy’s, but she knew how to make it grow bigger. She rubbed her hand up and down until the shaft grew stiff and stood up straight.

  “Cool.” Janie stared at the boy’s erection. “Can I touch it?”

  Hi
s face was bright red but he nodded. Soon both girls were exploring his penis and balls, rubbing their hands all over him. Chris groaned and closed his eyes.

  “Want to see mine?” Candy asked, and without waiting for an answer, she flipped up her skirt and pulled down her underwear to expose her bare pussy. Jane followed her example, giggling as she grabbed Chris’s hand and placed it on her. “You can feel me there.”

  The three children touched one another, exclaiming at how different girls were from boys. Chris stroked both soft little pussies until the girls moaned and squirmed. Candy returned the favor by rubbing his penis until he began to shake.

  “Oh...I’m going to....” Cum shot from Chris’s penis onto Janie’s knee and she shrieked and scooted back.

  She jumped up and ran crying to Mr. Fischer. “Daddy, that boy’s nasty!”

  But Candy felt sorry for the little boy. She leaned in and kissed his cheek. “It’s all right. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She tucked his spent cock back in his pants and pulled up his zipper.

  Daddy Bob broke the tense moment by announcing it was time for cake and ice cream. Candy pulled up her pants and went to the table to await her treat. As she and the other children ate their desert, their child personas slipped and they talked a little about what had led them to their lifestyle.

  “I’m an air traffic controller,” Chris said. “I don’t need to tell you how stressful that is. But when I come home to Stan at night, I can put it all out of my head and just be his little boy. I’ve lived in dom/sub situations before and some of them were okay, but I didn’t know what I was missing until I found my Daddy.”

  “Exactly,” Jane agreed. “I figured everyone went around feeling a little lost and empty, that it was just part of being human. But my Daddy makes me so happy I’ve stopped taking Prozac.”

  Candy thought about her relationship with Bob, still so fledgling. She wasn’t completely certain of how deep her role went. Maybe it made a difference if a person maintained a job outside the house like these two did. “I’m enjoying the 24/7 thing so far,” she told the others, “but it’s a lot to adjust to. Sometimes I don’t know who or what I am any more.”

  Jane patted her arm. “You’ll find your way. Just trust in your instincts and in your Daddy. If you work together on this and communicate, you’ll be all right.”

  When the meal was over, the three resumed their play, working on a block city in the middle of the living room floor. Jane acted out again, pushing Chris and knocking over the building he was working on. Candy understood why. The girl wanted her Daddy to punish her while everyone watched. Jane got her wish. Mr. Fischer called her over to him and bent her over his knee. He bared her bottom and spanked her hard enough to make her cry.

  Watching Janie’s humiliation, made Candy so hot her pussy throbbed. Chris’s tickling of her clit earlier had relieved some of the pressure, but now she wanted to sit astride her Daddy’s cock and ride him hard. She was ready for the guests to leave. She went over to Daddy Bob and leaned against his leg, patting his thigh to get his attention.

  “Are you getting ready for a nap?” he asked. It was their signal to end the party if she’d had enough.

  Candy nodded.

  He tugged lightly on her pigtail. “All right, sweetie. We’ll wrap this up.”

  Daddy Bob passed out the party gifts, and the children eagerly opened them. Each received a beautifully illustrated picture book about age playing Daddies and their charges. The words describing the unique relationship were poetic, and the story ended with a statement about rejecting shame and feeling pride in the close, special relationship. Candy was so moved tears stung her eyes.

  She closed the book and looked up at her Daddy, who gazed lovingly back at her. Everything would be all right. She would adjust to her new life and let the old one slip away.

  Chapter Five

  Watching Candy explore sex with her little friends brought back to Bob the desire to see her with other men. He was still very conflicted about it. She was his little girl. He wanted to keep her for himself alone. Yet at the same time he had an overpowering urge to watch her interact with others. Finally he decided the only way to get past this stew of emotions was to let such a scenario play out.

  He brought it up to her one evening as she lay across his lap watching a movie. Bob tickled her bottom with his finger until she giggled and turned toward him. “Are you tired of this movie, Daddy? Do you want to play a game?”

  “I want to talk to you.”

  “What?” She sat up, her doe-eyes wide. “Have I done something wrong?”

  “No, not at all. I’d like to find out how you feel about something. About doing something.”

  “Anything you want. You know that.”

  “We haven’t discussed parameters as far as multiple partners. I’m thinking of something a little more intense than the play time with your friends we had the other day.”

  “Oh yeah?” Her grin was not that of a little girl. Her eyelids lowered and she tilted her head. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I thought I might have a few of my friends over. Maybe set up a scene where they’re frat boys and...”

  “...I’m the school slut. I get it. God—er, I mean, golly, it gets my nipples hard just saying it. I’ve fantasized about a gang bang but I don’t know what it will really be like.”

  “If you don’t like it, we can stop any time. I promise. You’re my girl. I wouldn’t let any harm come to you. I just want to...see you like that, surrounded by all those guys, all those cocks.”

  She swallowed. He noticed her nipples pebbling the smocked front of her nightgown. “I’d like to see that, too. I only want to make sure you won’t regret it later, start thinking of me in a different way. Maybe you’ll see me as a slut and not your little girl any more.”

  He shook his head. “Not going to happen”

  From agreement to scheduling the play party was only a matter of a week. Bob called some friends back in Tallahassee and invited them up for a visit. They dropped whatever other plans they may have had to come see him and meet his new girlfriend.

  Bob was in a state of semi-arousal for days. All of his regular play with Candy, while still stimulating, seemed like foreplay leading to the event. He fantasized about her servicing his buddies until it detracted from his work. Then he focused and forced the enticing images from his mind.

  It was good to see Dennis, Miguel and Frank again. Bob had chosen these old friends because he wanted to make certain they were men he knew very well and not some he’d only recently met in the local clubs. They caught him up on other friends and what was happening in the Florida scene. They didn’t all come from Tallahassee but lived near enough that they’d been part of the BDSM crowd there. The men discussed changing partners, jobs and lives and then they got down to the point of the gathering, talking about the scenario and what would happen.

  “I don’t want her hurt or uncomfortable. If she signals to stop, then it ends immediately,” he warned.

  “We get it, Bob. We’re not novices,” Miguel said.

  “He’s just being protective of his little baby.” Frank smiled. “Must be true love at last.”

  The dig irritated him. He doubted Frank would recognize love if it jumped up and bit him in the ass, but that’s the way Frank was.

  Bob went to get Candy from her room. She leaned against pillows on the bed in her school uniform, looking at a fashion magazine, but he guessed her nonchalant pose was for show. Her eyes told him she was nervous.

  “Any time you want to quit, baby, you let me know,” he reminded her. “I’ll introduce you to the guys. We’ll hang out for a while and then go into the scene.”

  “Sure thing. I’m ready.” She was already adopting a bit of the teenage attitude she wore whenever she put on the outfit. She walked beside him with a bounce in her step, snapping her gum.

  He was so proud to be her dom as he saw the expressions on his friends’ faces. Candy was adorable, as cute as a butt
on and sexy as hell in this get up, and she was all his. He’d chosen to share her today, but could stop the scene any time he chose. Having that kind of power was a big ego boost. Easy to let it go to your head.

  After he’d introduced his friends, he went to pour fresh drinks and let Candy chat with them. She appeared much more relaxed by the time he brought the tray of drinks around. She was sitting near Miguel, laughing at something he’d said.

  Mine. My girl. The primitive voice clamored inside Bob and for a moment, he forgot why in the hell he was doing this. It no longer seemed like a good idea to share at all.

  He sat apart from the others, watching and listening as Candy slipped easily into her waitress persona and made small talk with the guys. Small talk drifted into the realm of flirting and in a short while, without any direction from him, the flirting crossed the threshold of a scene. Candy became the teen schoolgirl who’d gone to a college party and stayed long after the other girls had gone home. The drinking grew heavier and the innuendo in their chatting, more broad.

  Frank was the first to cross the line and touch Candy, slipping an arm around her and fondling her tit through her blouse. “Why don’t you take your blazer off, sweetheart? School’s over.” He helped her out of her jacket.

  “You don’t have a bra on, do you?” Dennis commented, his eyes trained on the dark circles of her aureoles, clearly visible through the white cotton blouse.

  Candy put a hand to her mouth in a parody of surprise. “Oops! Must have forgotten today.”

  Miguel pressed against her other side on the couch. He slid his hand up her front, casually loosening buttons on the way. He slipped his hand inside and copped a feel. “Nice little titties you got, girl.”

  Candy giggled and pushed her chest out. “Little is right.”

  “That’s cool with me. More than a handful is too much,” he said.

  Dennis knelt in front of her and offered her another drink. Bob had permitted alcohol for this one night, both to help her relax and to add to the illusion of the frat party scene.