Daddy's Pretty Baby Page 5

  The girl’s eyes went wide at that, her mouth ceasing all movement before audibly gulping.

  “Are you serious Daddy? This is your … semen?” she stuttered, almost unable to say it.

  I nodded mildly.

  “That’s right sweetheart. All of your meals with be flavored with a little something from me. You might have bacon and eggs with cum, or a little cum in your milk in the mornings. Maybe the mayo for your ham and cheese sandwich will be semen-flavored. But whatever it is, my little girls get a dose of sperm with every meal, it keeps them strong and healthy.”

  And instead of being grossed out, Melissa’s eyes shone bright, unsure still but titillated.

  “Are you serious?” she asked again softly. “Oh god Mr. Lancaster.”

  And I took her hand in mine.

  “That’s right baby girl, welcome to Valley Pine. I like my girls to get as much of my cum in them as possible during their stay here, in their pussies, in their mouths, even bathing in it when the time is right. So honey, finish your meal and then we’ll go upstairs, hmmm? Daddy will help you change and then tuck you in for the night. It’s been a long day for you, and little girls get tired easily.”

  And with that, I squeezed that small palm encouragingly before leaning forward to give her a kiss on the forehead.

  “And if you’re good,” I added. “You’ll get a couple kisses goodnight, on your forehead, on your mouth, and honey, on that pretty pussy too. Doesn’t that sound good? Doesn’t that sound like something you’d like sweetheart?”

  The girl flushed then, her whole body going up a couple degrees, trembling a bit, eyes wide and bright.

  “Yes Daddy, it does sound good,” she murmured, shy yet willing, big boobies heaving. I was sure that small pussy was beginning to leak, fluid dripping between her thighs.

  So with one last satisfied kiss, a grunt deep in my throat, I got up from the dining room table. Shit, with the way things were going, Melly and I were gonna be a perfect fit, she’d be the yin to my yang, the white to my black, the little girl to my older man. It was illicit, it was fucked-up, it was disgusting and nasty, but shit yeah, it was totally worth it. Coming back from Buenos Aires stat on the Concord had been a good call because now I was revved up and ready to go … with Melly as my delicious playmate.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Melly

  I don’t know what kind of weird alternate universe I’m living in, but Mr. Lancaster evidently wants me to act like a little girl. He evidently wants me to actually be a little girl for him, to wear the clothes, do my hair in pigtails, and skip around like a fifth grader. It’s weird. It’s really fucking weird.

  But to my astonishment, I kinda like it. I guess my real life had gotten to me, what with no money for rent, the grind of my waitressing job, heck, even dealing with Catherine at home. My real life sucked to be honest, and now to let go, to sit back and let someone else take care of me was a relief, like warm waves caressing my back, soothing muscles that I didn’t even know were strained.

  Because of course the first thing I did after dinner was over was rush up to my room and pull out the contract from my bag, that huge, stiff tome. Damn, it hadn’t gotten any shorter and my fingers brushed the page edges like they were an accordion, flipping idly. But it was no use. I couldn’t read then, and I can’t read now. Or more accurately, I can read a little, but half the words swam before my eyes, incomprehensible, literally dancing in squiggles. I managed the first few paragraphs, and snapped my eyes shut, head hurting. That was it. I couldn’t go any further.

  So I sat back on the carpet. What the hell had I gotten myself into? I’m a grown woman for crying out loud, twenty years old, supporting myself since I was sixteen. I was a woman of the world, fierce, independent, taking nothing from no one, and now the situation was upended. I’d landed a sweet gig, but obviously it had caveats, huge ones at that. My employer wanted a little girl as a pet, and I was that pet for the next three months.

  Could I do it? Could I put my inner instincts on the back burner and let this man take care of me? Let him be my Daddy even, making sure I had food to eat, clothes to wear, disciplining me when necessary? Because I was sure that was part of it. I was sure Mr. Lancaster had a firm hand when it came to intransigence, and I’d be feeling that flat of his palm on my bottom.

  But before I could mull the issue more, a knock came, gentle but firm.

  “Melly,” rang his deep voice. “It’s Daddy. May I come in?”

  And I scrambled onto the bed, shoving the contract hastily into my backpack.

  “Yes Mr. Lancaster,” I murmured tinnily. “Come in.”

  The door swung open to reveal my employer’s tall, dark form.

  “Melly, usually I don’t like closed doors in the house, anything you do can be done before my eyes,” he frowned. “There’s nothing you could do that would shock or offend me.”

  And I nodded, contrite.

  “Oh of course not, Daddy, sorry, it’s just habit, my old roommate was so nosy that I needed to create distance. But I won’t close the door from here on out. Except the bathroom,” I added quickly. Surely, I could do my business in private right? It was gross otherwise.

  But Robert merely shook his head mildly.

  “No honey,” his voice continued. “There’s nothing that you could do that would gross me out or turn me off, and that includes using the potty. So when you’re in the restroom, the door is open honey. It doesn’t mean I’m going to look inside, but there are no barriers between us, none at all.”

  And my cheeks colored. Holy shit, was he for real? This was crazy, I needed privacy to do my number twos, just to preserve my dignity. God, was this man insane?

  But he merely continued.

  “When you’re showering honey, I want the door open in case I want to join you, to make sure my little girl gets clean. And if you need help wiping your bottom or washing that bottom, Daddy’s always here as well. Don’t be afraid to call for help.”

  I tried not to look shocked, to contain my disbelief. Really, he was going to wipe my bottom for me? Wrap the toilet paper around his hand and wipe my dirty behind? But different strokes for different folks, and clearly, there had been more than enough hints that Mr. Lancaster was no normal alpha male. Holy cow. Well, hopefully I could do my business at the opposite end of the house with him out of earshot, god knows the manor was big enough with dozens of lavatories. So I merely nodded once more.

  “Okay Daddy,” I said in a small voice. “I will.”

  And Robert nodded approvingly then.

  “Good, I’m glad we got that settled. Now, sweetheart, are you ready to get changed for bed? There are a couple comfy PJ sets in your closet, did you pick one out? Was there one that caught your fancy?”

  I shook my head.

  “Sorry Daddy, I haven’t had a chance to look yet.”

  And the big man merely nodded, striding over to the wardrobe and flinging the doors open to look inside. I almost laughed at the incongruity. He was such a big man, tall and dark, and the clothes inside were ludicrous, frilly little girl items, bobby socks with patent leather shoes, empire waist dresses, ruffly and girly, all in various shades of pastel. In my normal life, I wouldn’t be caught dead in that stuff.

  But right, that was normal life and now I was in Oz with the wizard, Willy Wonka and Christian Grey rolled into one. Besides, Robert saw nothing wrong. He was now opening a bureau drawer and rummaging around, scrutinizing this and that before pulling out a pair of pink panties with a heart on the front, plus a short white nightgown, plain cotton, with a high neck and long sleeves.

  “Come on baby,” the big man said, sitting on my bed next to me. “Let Daddy help change you.”

  And slowly, I got to my feet, standing before him. Oh god, what was going to happen now? Slowly, I kicked off my shoes and rolled my socks off, my pink polished toes digging into the carpet. And next to go was my dress, but Robert helped me with that one.

  “There are buttons in the back, Daddy will unbutton you,” he growled, dark slashes streaking his cheekbones. And shit, but was that his penis bulging against the crotch of his pants? I could see a hard length, a definite ridge in that cotton cloth, pulsing and huge. Oh shit, oh shit, my employer was already rock solid, ready to take me, and my pussy gushed suddenly in response, desperate to get it in me, desperate to feel a man for the first time.

  But Mr. Lancaster was sure and deft. With a few swift movements, he’d undone the buttons on my dress in back and the material slipped off my shoulders to pool on the floor.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, taking in my huge breasts. Obviously as a little girl, I hadn’t worn a bra and my tits quivered before him, white, creamy, begging to be sucked, rosy nipples pointed straight at his mouth. But he held back.

  “Baby,” he said slowly, holding up the pink panties. “We change our underwear at night too. You want Daddy to help you do that?”

  And I bit my lip. Well I didn’t need help, but the way my pussy was gushing right now, yes, I desperately wanted his help, in whatever way, shape or form. So biting my lip, I nodded.

  “Yes Daddy,” I whispered. “Help me change my panties.”

  And with a low growl, those broad square hands went to each side of my hips, toying with the elastic.

  “Mmm, baby girl, these panties are big girl panties,” he said with a frown. “Little girls don’t wear shit like this.”

  Because I hadn’t thought to change my underwear earlier, so I still had on some Victoria’s Secret bikinis I’d picked up on sale. They were silky and cut high on the thighs, barely covering me in back, leaving little to the imagination.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered, my eyes never leaving his, totally under his spell. “I won’t wear them again. Take them off for me, please,” I murmured, moving my legs slightly apart to make the job easier.

  And slowly, oh so slowly, Rob rolled the underwear down my hips, each inch so sensuous, his eyes never leaving my flesh. I stood before him like a trembling doe, barely breathing, breasts heaving in his face as more and more acreage was uncovered.

  “Mmm,” he moaned. “Fuck yeah.”

  Because I’m a dirty girl, I was turned on by this Daddy play, and oh god, but my body showed it. As my panties made their way down, a long string of goo trailed from my cunt to the crotch of the underwear, the sticky white evidence of my desire.

  “Fuck baby girl, you’re leaking,” he ground out, those blue eyes never leaving my cunt. “Mmm, fuck, Daddy better clean up this dirty pussy.”

  And with that, Mr. Lancaster leaned forward and broke the string of female cum with his tongue. He stopped for a moment, tasting my nectar, savoring it in his mouth before smiling wickedly.

  “My baby girl is delicious,” he murmured more to himself than anyone, “And honey, you’re dripping again, there’s more where it came from.”

  I blushed because I was so turned on that my body was going haywire. The minute he’d tasted the string of goo, I’d merely gushed more, another heavy burst of female ambrosia dripping from my delicate hole, and now another sticky string hung from my cunt, dangling in midair, begging to be kissed and eaten.

  And Mr. Lancaster didn’t hesitate. In one swift motion, his big body knelt before me on the floor, that dark head level with my breasts, broad shoulders so wide, so dominant.

  “Daddy’s gonna lick you clean,” he rasped, looking up for an instant and meeting my eyes before bending his head again. “Daddy’s gonna get his little girl clean,” and with that, he buried his tongue in my snatch.

  “Ohhhh!” I moaned, throwing my head back. Oh god, it felt good, he was so thorough, that tongue so talented. Because Mr. Lancaster knew exactly how to kiss a woman’s pussy. In addition to delicious licks up and down my labia, he was totally thorough, holding my nether lips open to expose my insides, licking up and down inside my pink folds, trailing over my most sensitive parts. “Ohhh!” I moaned again, legs shivering, the sensation unbelievable.

  But Mr. Lancaster wasn’t letting up, not now.

  “Put your hands on my shoulders,” he ground out into my folds. “Put your hands on my shoulders as Daddy tastes this sweet little puss.”

  And I almost keeled over then, had it not been for his big frame supporting me. Because Rob was now sucking on my clit before licking it a bit, touching his tongue to the hole where his dick would go before going back up to my bundle of nerves and sucking once more, making me squeal and shudder under his mouth.

  “Ohhh!” I shrieked then, throwing my head back, profile tilted to the sky. “Ohhh, Daddy feels good!”

  And the big man grunted with satisfaction, voice muffled in my sweetness.

  “Honey, this cunt is grade A delicious, and you know what?” he rasped, glancing up at me for a moment. “It’ll feel even better when I fuck it. Will you let me do that? Will you let Daddy fuck your sweet pussy, will you let me put my thick cock into this tiny hole?” he asked, and with that, he pushed his tongue up into my vagina, probing my interior canal, the wet walls pulsing wildly, gushing like Niagara Falls.

  But suddenly Mr. Lancaster jerked away, abruptly, like he’d tasted something bad, those big shoulders literally leaping back a whole foot.

  “Unnnh?” I moaned, drowsily opening my eyes, barely able to focus, my brain in a daze. “Unnnh, Daddy? What’s wrong?” My pussy was crying out for his attention, dying for his lips, tongue, any part he wanted to put inside, and I thought he was enjoying it too. So why had he stopped? What the heck?

  But Mr. Lancaster grabbed my hips then, looking up at me insistently, almost shaking me to rouse me from my stupor, blast me out of my daze.

  “Melissa Anne,” he said sharply. “Are you a virgin? Tell Daddy,” he commanded, voice rough.

  And I blushed then, realizing what had happened. Because yes, I’d felt it in my pussy too, but wasn’t going to say anything, was just going to let him push through like nothing was wrong. But Mr. Lancaster wasn’t some clueless boy, he was a real man with experience and knew what he’d tasted. Because yes, he’d touched my hymen with his tongue. When he’d stuck his tongue deep up my puss, he’d grazed my hymen, licking the tiny bit of tissue, my precious secret.

  And I looked down at him, eyes pleading, chin trembling a bit.

  “Yes Daddy,” I whispered softly. “I’m so sorry, I am a virgin. Is that okay? I have no experience,” I murmured, “but maybe I could learn?” I begged.

  And the big man’s blue eyes bored into mine then, seizing my gaze, the intensity hot and electric.

  “Melissa,” he ground out, voice stern. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  I bit my lip. Oh god, this wasn’t the time to be having this conversation, I was completely nude before him, trembling, panting, ooze seeping from between my legs, my pussy aroma wafting in the air between us. Yet I had to tell the truth, there was no sense in hiding anything.

  “Mr. Lancaster,” I said, biting my lip, unsure. “I just thought, maybe you knew already? Maybe all the girls who come work for you are virgins. I’m just like all the others?”

  And Daddy groaned then, head dropping from his shoulders, shaking with exasperation yet hard and hot desire.

  “No honey,” he rasped. “None of my little girls are the same, you’re all special to me in different ways. And,” he rumbled, looking up at me sharply, those blue eyes seizing mine. “You’re the first virgin. You’re the first virgin Daddy’s ever tasted.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief although a complex slew of emotions jumbled in my mind, making me blush, stammer, and then ultimately say nothing. Because on the one hand, I was so happy. I was relieved that my virginal state didn’t matter, that Mr. Lancaster wouldn’t hold it against me. Who knows? I’ve never had a Daddy before, maybe he’d balk at breaking a new girl in.

  But still. This whole situation was so confusing and complex. Because by his words, I knew there had been other little before me and I hated, absolutely hated the thought of the other littles. I was so jealous at the thought of other girls staying at Valley Pine, fucking my Daddy, letting him taste their tiny pussies. I hated it, and turned on all my charms then, desperate to make this man mine.

  “Daddy,” I whispered then, trailing my fingers down his chest. “If you don’t mind, then I want you to be my first,” I murmured beseechingly. “Please, will you Daddy? Will you take my virginity?”

  And Rob’s eyes closed for a moment before re-opening, looking deep into my own, so dark now that they were a stormy grey blue.

  “Yes, baby,” he rasped. “Daddy will absolutely do the honors, there’s nothing I’d like more than to shape this fresh pussy to my dick, to mold it to my fuckpole. Yes baby, that’s what’s going to happen,” he growled, seizing my eyes once more. “Your cunt’s gonna be curved to the shape of Daddy’s cock afterwards, Daddy’s gonna fuck you so hard and deep. Doesn’t that sound nice? Doesn’t that sound like something you’d want?”

  And I gushed again then, mewling, trying to get closer to him, squirming and panting.

  “Yes Daddy,” I gasped. “Yes, yes, I want it.”

  And with one small hand, I reached between my thighs, two fingers on each side of my labia and slowly pulled apart the pink pussy lips, baring myself to him, letting him see my huge, throbbing clit, the two incher stiff and waving, begging for his touch.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I begged once more, showing him my glistening insides, tilting up my hips a bit so that he could see straight up my hole. “Please put your dick in here, please put your thick cock in my tiny pussy, break it in.”

  And Mr. Lancaster didn’t wait a moment longer. In a flash, his clothes were off and I was thrown on the bed, bouncing on the mattress, boobs jouncing, a gasp of surprise escaping my lungs.

  “Baby get ready,” he rasped, a bronze god before me, perfectly formed, that thick cock making me gulp, the air in my lungs freezing, his dicktip dripping so hard. “Baby’s gonna take cock for the first time and she’s gonna love it.”

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