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Daddy and Little One Ch. 01

By: bronzeage



Chapter 1

It was not an unusual day for the girls of J Dorm. They had returned from breakfast and were changing the sheets on their beds when Madame came through the door and ordered them to assemble in the hall. Each girl knew this meant a prospective employer had come to find a shop girl or a laundry maid. No girl was excited about the idea of such drudgery even if it meant leaving the home. The girls lined up in the hall and nervously waited for Madame to return with the visitor. Madame entered the hall with a tall man. The Man did not look like the previous visitors. He was broad shouldered and had a silver beard. He did not go down the row, examining each girls hands and pinching their arms. He walked behind the line first. Each girl felt a strange chill as the man stopped behind them. Madame followed the visitor and made comments about each girl as the man walked behind the row of anxious girls. The man stepped to the front of the row and again walked slowly, looking each girl in the eyes. He stopped at the last girl in line. She was shorter than all the other girls. Her breasts were well formed and pushed against the buttons of her shirt. Her nipples were hard in the cold hallway and showed through her bra and shirt. The man had already carefully considered the shape of her full round ass. The girl was looking down, her long black hair, hiding her face. The Man put one finger under her chin and raised her head. Her green eyes were framed by long silky black lashes. She bit her bottom lip pensively, unused to direct attention.

"What is your name, girl," the man asked. The girl gave a slight curtsy.

"I don't have a proper name, sir. I was brought to the home when I was very young. I have always been called Little One, sir," she answers. The man considers her carefully before turning to Madame.

"Let's discuss this in your office," he tells her.

"Girls, return to your room and continue gathering laundry," Madame orders. 

The girls file back into the room and excitedly discuss the strange visitor, except for Little One, who sits on the edge of her bed and remembers the piercing blue eyes of the man and the strong hand that lifted her chin. :Little One's friend, Edith, ran in and bounced on the bed beside her. The other girls picked up the laundry baskets and carry them out the door, leaving the two on the bed alone. 

"Did you see how that man looked at you?" Edith said. 

"I thought he was looking through me," Little One answered. Edith wrapped her arms around Little One's neck and pushed her down on the bed.

"Are you panties clean?" Edith asked.

"Why?" Little One cried. Edith leaned over Little One, a few inches from her face. 

"Because that man is taking you with him and you better have clean panties when you leave," she answered. "And you can't wear mine. I soaked mine when I saw him walk through the door." Edith took Little One's right hand and pressed it against the damp spot weeping through her panties.

"Oh my, Edith, you are wet." Edith ran her hand up the inside of Little One's thigh and pushed her fingers inside Little One's panties.

"Look who else is wet," she said. "Just think what it will be like to have a real man play with your pussy. I bet he has a big cock too."

"Edith!" Little One cried, "You are terrible" Edith's fingers pulled Little One's slit open and softly stroked. Little One closed her eyes and lay her head down. Edith's experienced fingers continued circling Little One's clitoris. Little One opened her eyes to see Edith smiling in concentration, as Little One thrust her hips up against her fingers. Little One closed her eyes again, feeling the heat build in her stomach. Suddenly the door swung open.

"What on earth!" Madame exclaimed. Edith and Little One quickly pulled their hands free and sat up. Madame stood in the door with a small suit case. She tossed it on the bed beside them. "Are you two never going to outgrow this nonsense?" Edith and Little One looked at each other and smirked.

"We are sorry, Madame," they said together.

"Neither of you are sorry, so don't bother to apologize," Madame said. "Little One, get your head out of your panties and pay attention." Little One stood up and tried to straighten her skirt.

"Yes Madame," she said, seriously. 

"You will be leaving with the man who was just here." Little One's face turned pale.

"I don't want to leave the Home, Madame. Do I have to go?" 

"Don't look so sad. You are almost too old to stay here any longer. This is a very wealthy man and he could have chosen any of the girls. You are very fortunate." Change into your Sunday dress and put all your clothes in this case." Little One looked at the suitcase and then at Edith.

"Yes, Madame," Little One replied. Madame turned as she was leaving the room. 

"Both of you need to wash. I cannot imaging what Sir would think if he could smell this room right now." Little One and Edith ran quickly to the shower room and pulled off their dresses and panties. Edith adjusted the shower spray and both stood under it, face to face, their breasts barely touching. 

"I'm going to miss you, Edith," Little One said. Edith slid her hand down Little One's stomach and pressed her fingers into her vagina. 

"I know what you are going to miss, my fingers in your pussy. That's what you will miss." Little One put her face against Edith's shoulder as she rubbed faster. Little One began to shiver and put her arms around Edith's neck. The hot water spraying down between them muffled Little One's cry when she felt her orgasm jolt her. Edith pulled her close and hot water filled the hollow between their breasts.

"I will miss you, too, Little One." She said.

Little One quickly dressed in her best clothes and filled the suit case. All the girls hugged and kissed her goodbye and she walked out of the building, where the man and his car were waiting. The man smiled at the little one and put her suit case in the trunk of his car. He opened the door for the little one and she sat in the front seat. The man leaned in and fastened her seatbelt. The little one watched the gate to the Home pass by the car and she turned to look at the man. His face was calm and happy. He looked to the little one and said, "I will call you Little One."

" I have always been called Little One," she replied.

"You will be my Little One from now on," said the man. 

"What should I call you" Little One asked

"Little One, you may call me Daddy," he answered. Little One smiled and looked at her new Daddy. She never had a Daddy before and she was not sure what a Daddy did. 

Daddy and Little One Ch. 02



Little One watched the streets and houses fly by the window of Daddy's car. She had never been this far from the Home before. The houses were now larger and most had long driveways and gates. The car slowed down and Daddy pulled up to a large iron gate. The gate began to slowly move out of the way and beyond the trees, Little One could see a large house, two stories with tall windows on the second floor. Daddy stopped the car in front of the big front door. He walked around and opened Little One's door. She stepped out and looked up at the house and around the lawn. She could see a fountain and a pool to one side. 

"Daddy, will I be working here?", she asked.

"Little One, I will expect you to do certain things during the day, while I am away, but this is not a job. This is your home. If you like it here with me, this is where you will live."

"Do you mean I'm not going back to the Home tonight?"

"Little One, this is your home now," Daddy said.

Daddy carried Little One's suitcase up the curved stair case in the front hall to the first bedroom at the top of the stairs. Little One's opened wide when she followed Daddy into the room. There was a pink canopy bed and a vanity with a large round mirror. A ceiling fan turned slowly overhead. Little One turned in a circle and examined the entire room. She had never seen a bedroom like this except in magazines.

"Daddy, is this my bedroom?" Little One asked with a hesitant voice.

"Yes, Little One. Do you like it? We can get a different bed, if you don't like this one."

"Daddy, I love my bedroom. A princess would be happy in this bedroom."

"Yes, Little One, she certainly would. I'm glad you like it, Little One." Little One reached up and hugged Daddy's neck.

"Thank you, Daddy, for my bedroom. I don't want to go back to the Home."

"Little One, you may stay here with me as long as you are happy. Unpack your suit case. You have a dresser and a closet. We will go shopping for clothes this afternoon. Daddy will be down stairs preparing our lunch. Come down when you are finished." 

Little One sat on the bed and ran her hand across the satin comforter. She opened the door beside the closet and found a large bathroom with a deep claw foot tub, a sink and a toilet. There were two robes hanging beside the tub. One was a fuzzy terrycloth and the other made of thin silk. Little One put her clothes and underwear away. Her clothes barely filled up one drawer. Little One went back to the bathroom, pulled her panties down and sat on the toilet. It took a moment to relax in a strange place. A small trickle dripped into the water. Little One took a pad of paper to wipe with and dropped it into the water. She spread her knees slightly and looked down. There had never been any privacy at the Home, with twelve girls in one room and sharing a toilet. Little One's middle finger reached between her legs and combed the curly black hair. Little One shivered and pulled her slit open. It felt so good to touch herself without worrying someone might hear. She thought of Daddy, the new man she had known only for a few hours. His neck was so strong. He had not bent at all, even when her feet came up off the floor. Daddy smelled of lime and spice. His beard was trimmed short and neat. Little One loved the feel of his beard against her cheek. 

Little One's finger began to circle her clitoris. She dipped into her vagina to moisten the tip and went back to gently rub her sensitive spot. The scent of Daddy's cologne filled her mind again as she rubbed harder and faster. Her arms were around his neck again, his strong hands pressing her breasts against his chest, her feet off the floor. Daddy's blue eyes were looking at her as she floated over him, catching him by his chin. Daddy opened his mouth and sucked Little One's fingers, biting lightly. Her hand now moved furiously and she squealed in delight. Little One collapsed and leaned forward, resting on her knees. She looked around and saw she was still in her bathroom, all of which seemed to be real. She pulled another pad of paper and wiped herself again. Little One washed her hands at the sink and dried them on the towel. Her scent still filled the room. She thought again about Daddy's cologne. Little One's finger slipped back inside her panties and dipped inside her wet pussy to bring back a bit of her cream. Little One dabbed her finger on the inside of each wrist and licked her finger clean.

She suddenly felt hungry. She could smell food from downstairs. Little One found Daddy in the kitchen, putting plates on the table.

"Little One, please sit down and we will eat," he said. Daddy pulled a chair out and Little One sat down and settled her skirt over her knees. Her heart was racing, but she was not certain why. Daddy sat across from her and poured tea from a glass pitcher.

"Do you like your bedroom and your bathroom, Little One?" Daddy asked. Daddy knows, thought Little One. He knows I played with myself. She held her breath and studied his face for a clue to his thoughts. She imagined Daddy standing in the doorway, watching her rub herself. She wanted to pull her skirt up and touch herself again.

"I love my bedroom, Daddy," Little One answered. "I never had my own bathroom before. Its very nice," Daddy smiled and sipped his tea. 

"Very good, Little One," he said. "After our lunch, we will go shopping and find pretty things to put in your closet."



Daddy and Little One Ch. 03



Little sat in the front seat of Daddy's car watching traffic and people walking on the sidewalk. Daddy drove slowly down the street in front of his house. People waved and smiled at Daddy as he and Little One passed by. 

"Daddy," Little One asked, "Are these people your friends?"

"They are our neighbors Little One. You will meet them soon. I'm sure they will like you."

"Daddy, where are we going?" she asked

"We are going to a special store, where they sell pretty clothes for young ladies. We are going to find you some pretty things to wear." Daddy said

"At the Home, we only had a dress to wear on Sunday and another we wore all week long." Daddy parked the car and opened Little One's door, just as he had earlier. The store looked very much like an ordinary house. There was no business sign, except for a small plaque by the door bell, which read, Pater Design and Apparel. Daddy rang the door bell and the door opened immediately. A tall elegantly dressed red haired woman greeted Daddy and Little One.

"Good afternoon, Sir. We have been expecting you. Please come into the showing room." The lady led Daddy and Little One to a large room, furnished with a comfortable wingback chair and several tables. There was a curtained door to the left and a window that looked out on the garden to the right.

"Please be seated, Sir. Would Sir like a Brandy or wine?" Daddy sat down in the chair.

"Thank you, Saleslady. Brandy would be very nice. Saleslady, this is Little One, the young lady I spoke about." Saleslady extended her hand to Little One.

"I am very pleased to meet you Little One. You are a very pretty young lady." Little One blushed and shook Saleslady's hand

"Thank you very much, Saleslady," Little One said shyly. A young woman in a black maid's uniform brought a tray with a decanter of Brandy and a snifter. She poured a bit in the snifter without saying a word and left. Daddy raised the glass and took a small sip.

"Saleslady, Little One needs clothes for everyday use, for parties and for evening wear." Daddy says.

"Sir, might I suggest we start with lingerie for Little One. A young lady, who is so well formed, needs proper underwear if her clothes are to fit and be attractive."

"Certainly," Daddy replied, "You are correct. We must find lingerie first."

"Come with me, Little One," Saleslady said to Little One and led her through the curtains to the fitting room. 

There was a small platform in the middle of the floor and mirrors on three sides. Saleslady pointed to the platform and Little One stepped up on it. Saleslady unbuttoned Little Ones shirt pulled it off her arms and then unsnapped her skirt and let it fall. Little stood before Saleslady in her plain white bra and panties. Little One was used to being naked in front of the other girls at the Home. Saleslady unsnapped Little One's bra and pulled it loose. She then pulled Little One's panties down to her ankles and Little One stepped out. Saleslady ran her finger over the damp crotch an looked up at Little One with a knowing smile. Little One blushed crimsoned and looked away. Saleslady squeezed Little One's hand. 

"There is nothing to be ashamed of Little One. This only means you are a healthy young lady." Saleslady took her tape measure and put it around Little One's waist. Saleslady's fingers pressed the tape into Little One's tummy and pulled it tight. She next pulled the tape around Little One's ass and held the tape against her curly black hair. Little One shifted on one foot. Saleslady's touch was disturbing, but not unpleasant. Saleslady pulled the tape between Little One's legs and pressed it between Little One's round buns. Saleslady pulled Little One's pussy lips apart and the tape pulled tight against Little Ones clitoris. Little One jumped to the side. Saleslady's right hand shot up and slapped Little One's bottom.

"Hold still girl. You must be properly measured if your clothes are to fit properly. I will not disappoint Sir and you are not going to, either." Little One bowed her head.

"Yes, maam," she said. 

"Move your feet apart Little One", SalesLady ordered. Little One adjusted her stance a bit. SalesLady reached between Little One's thighs and pulled a finger through Little One's buttocks, raking a finger nail over Little One's anus, stopping before she touched Little One's vagina. SalesLady held the tape to this spot and stretched the tape to Little One's ankle. Little One felt her heart beating like it had earlier in the bathroom. She wanted to sneak her hand to her clitoris, but did not dare. She took a deep breath and tried to relax. Saleslady ran the tape around Little One's breasts and nipples and then just under her breasts. SalesLady squeezed Little One's breasts together to judge her cleavage.

Saleslady pulled several bras and pairs of panties from a drawer. Little One gasped when she saw them laid out on the platform. She had never seen such delicate lingerie. Saleslady held each pair up to Little One and decided on a white pair with a lace waist band. Little One lifted on foot and then the other as Saleslady pulled the panties up her legs. Saleslady pulled the panties up over Little One's round ass and positioned them perfectly. Saleslady frowned. Little One's pubic hair was sticking out both sides of the panties. Saleslady tugged and repositioned the panties and tucked the curly hair inside. Her fingers pressed against Little One's clitoris again and seemed to linger on it. Little One felt her stomach quiver. Saleslady tugged at the hems of the leg holes, until she was satisfied with the fit. Little One was confused. She could not tell if Saleslady was trying to play with her or not. She could feel her pussy start to moisten. Little One was stricken. Her heart was racing. What if she soiled the new panties? What would happen? Little One tried to think of other things, but Saleslady's hands kept touching her and running over her skin. Saleslady held up the bra that matched the panties and slipped it over Little One's arms. Little One had never seen a bra that snapped in the front. SalesLady pulled the cups over Little One's breasts and fastened them. She tugged and adjusted until the bra was straight and Little One's breasts were pushed up high.

"Take off those horrible shoes and slip these on", Saleslady said as she handed a pair of black heels to Little One. Little One sat on the edge of the platform and pull the shoes on. She had never worn heels before and stood shakily in front of Saleslady.


"Let me see you walk, Little One." she ordered. Little One clumsily walked to the wall and back, ankles shaking and knees bent. 

"Oh, Little One, that will not do at all." Saleslady turned Little One to face the mirror and held her under her arms.

"When you walk, Keep your shoulders straight and let your hips move." Little One and Saleslady walked forward, watching the mirror. Saleslady's hands were warm against her. Little One felt warm in her tummy and wanted to squeeze her thighs together.

"Straighten you knees with each step, Little One. Now, walk back towards me." Little One walked with more confidence and balance this time.

"Very good Little One. You learn very fast. Sir will be very pleased." Saleslady said and pulled the curtain back, "Let's show him now." Little One was startled. She did not expect to walk before Daddy in her underwear. Saleslady acted as it were an ordinary thing to do. Little One felt her pussy quiver again. She bit her bottom lip and took a breath. Little One walked into the showing room with all the balance and grace she could maintain. Daddy stood up and smiled.

"Little One, you are beautiful in your lingerie," Daddy said and took Little One's left hand, raised it over her head and stepped to the side. Little One made a perfect twirl as Daddy held her hand. Daddy turned to Saleslady. 

"This is very nice, Saleslady, but, do you think the fabric is too heavy for a young lady?" Saleslady slipped her hands inside the bra and rolled Little One's nipples in her fingers. Little One looked down to see her nipples standing out, perfectly pressed through her bra. Little One blushed and looked down again. She could see Daddy adjust the front of his pants. There was a bulge in the front that had not been there before. Little One looked at Saleslady and saw a knowing smile on her face. 

"Yes," Daddy said. "That is what I want. Little One will need several sets like this, in red and black as well. Now, Little One, would you like to try on some dresses for Daddy?"

"Yes. Daddy, I would like that very much."

Little One tried on many dresses for Daddy. Each time she returned to the showing room in a new dress, her walk was more graceful and smooth. She would twirl and Daddy would carefully consider what she was wearing. Every time Daddy smiled, Little One felt warm inside. One dress was so short, it barely covered Little Ones panties. Daddy had to readjust his pants again. Little One liked the look on Daddy's face when he did that. It felt good to make Daddy happy. Daddy picked out two dresses as his favorites and Little One chose the rest for herself. Saleslady wrapped all the clothes in tissue paper and placed them in gold colored boxes. Saleslady helped Little One put on one of Daddies favorites and she wore it for the trip home.

Little One held the box with her new panties on her lap as Daddy drove back to their home. Little One looked at Daddy's profile as he drove. Daddy had a happy smile on his face. Little One thought about the pretty clothes she would soon wear and smiled too. She had heard Daddy tell Saleslady the clothes were for everyday, parties and evenings. Little One had never been to a real party. She wondered what it would be like to walk into a party wearing her new dress with Daddy. 

Daddy carried all the gold colored boxes to Little One's bedroom. She unwrapped each dress and hung it in her closet while Daddy watched. She put the panties and bras in her dresser drawer. Little One put her arms around Daddies neck and hugged him again.


"Daddy, thank you for my new dresses." Little One did not want to let go of Daddy. She felt very warm and could smell the cream she dabbed on her wrists and Daddy's cologne at the same time. 

"Daddy," Little One said with a bit of hesitation. "Why did you buy me all these nice things. Nobody has ever bought nice things for me in my life." Daddy put his hands on Little One's waist and held her so he could look into her deep green eyes. 

"Little One, I am going take care of you and see that you have everything you need," he replied. Little One thought her heart stopped for a moment. A tear leaked form her right eye and she pulled Daddy back down to her and hugged him as tight as she could. 

"I love you, Daddy." She said.

"I know you do, Little One. I love you too." Daddy replied.



Daddy and Little One Ch. 04



Little One unwrapped each dress and laid them on her bed. This was more clothes than she had in her entire life. Little One picked up the simple black dress. It was her favorite. She slipped off the short skirt and shirt she had worn home with Daddy and held the black dress to her breasts and looked in the tall mirror on the wall. Little One did not recognize herself. She turned sideways and gazed at the young woman in a lacey bra and panties and high heels. The heels made her legs look long and slender. Her bottom was round and smooth, filling the lace panties perfectly and her breasts were held high by the bra. Little One stared at the figure in the mirror. She felt pretty for the first time in her life. This is what Daddy sees, when he looks at me, she thought. Little One put all the dresses on hangers and put them in her closet, practicing her walk, the way Saleslady had taught her, checking in the mirror each time she crossed the room. She then looked for a place to put her bras and panties. Her vanity had deep drawers on both sides. Little One bent down and pulled the drawer open. She looked in the vanity mirror and saw her reflection in the tall mirror behind her. Little One could see her pussy lips molded in the fabric of her panties. She wondered what Daddy would think if he saw her like this. Little One stood up and faced the vanity mirror. She rubbed her nipples through her bra and watched them stand out as they had at the showing room. Little One remembered the smile on Daddy's face when Saleslady pinched her nipples and made them hard for Daddy. Her hand slowly slid into over her stomach and under the lace waist band of her panties. Her fingers found her curly hair and tugged it a bit. Little Ones heart began to beat faster. She pushed one finger into her slit and into her vagina. Little One brought her finger to her nose and inhaled slowly. Little One closed her eyes and rubbed the sweet cream on her upper lip. Her hand returned to her panties and began to press against her clitoris when She heard Daddy's foot steps on the stairs. Little One jerked her hand out of her panties and spun around to see Daddy appear in the doorway. 

"Little One, Would you put on one of your new dresses and come down for dinner." Little Ones face was flushed red. She was sure Daddy could hear her heart beating from across the room. 

"Daddy," She asked, "Would you help me put on this dress", and held up the black dress. 

"Certainly, Little One." Little One held her arms up and Daddy slipped the dress over her head. Daddy zipped up the back and Little One straightened her bra and smoothed the dress over her hips. She turned to face Daddy and he kissed her on the lips. 

"Little One, you are the prettiest thing I have ever seen." Little One's face felt hot again. Daddy had tasted her pussy on her mouth. His eyes were so close to hers ,she could see gold flakes in his blue eyes. Little One leaned forward and kissed Daddy. Her mouth opened slightly and she felt Daddy's tongue touch hers. Daddy's mouth tasted good. She wanted to climb inside his mouth. Daddy pulled back and ran his tongue over his upper lip. 

"Thank you, Daddy." Little One said. "I like it when you tell me, I'm pretty." 

Daddy poured wine into his glass and looked across the table at Little One. She looked at him through her long black lashes, her head down slightly. He wondered what she was thinking. Was she thinking of him. What did she think of him? Little One smiled at him. She seemed to always smile. Could she be happy here with him? She would sleep under his roof tonight. Daddy knew he would lie awake and stare at his ceiling and wonder what the angel in the next room was dreaming about. Little One put her fork down and smiled at Daddy again. 

"Thank you for dinner, Daddy. It was delicious." 

"You are very welcome, Little One." Daddy answered. "It has been a long day. It is time for your bath and then to bed." Little One smiled and took a deep breath. 

"Daddy, will you help me with my bath? I'm not sure how to work the faucets on the bathtub." 

"Of course, Little One, Daddy will give you a bath. Would you like that?" 

"I would like that very much." Little One said quietly. 

Daddy turned the water on to fill the tub and unzipped Little One's black dress. Little One pulled it off over her head and put it in the closet. Daddy was standing by the tub when she returned. Daddy unsnapped her bra and let her breasts free. Daddy's eyes shined. He had imagined what Little Ones breasts looked like, but now he could not remember what he had dreamed of. Her pink nipples stood at the center of perfectly shaped round breasts that rose gently from Little Ones white shoulders. Daddy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Little One did not seem shy at all. Daddy knelt on one knee and pulled her panties down her thighs and to her ankles. Little One put her hand on daddy's shoulder and raised one foot and then the other. The sweet scent of her pussy filled Daddy's nose and he shivered a bit. Daddy stood up and took Little One's hand to help her step into the tub. Her pussy lips split apart and revealed her pink vagina and swollen clitoris as she raised her foot and stood in the tub. Little One sat down and the water covered her white thighs. Daddy took the cloth, soaked in the water and squeezed it out over Little Ones shoulders, letting the hot water run over her breasts and back. Daddy took the soap and rubbed it in the cloth to make a lather. 

"Stand up, Little One. Let Daddy soap you." Little One stood up and Daddy gently turned her to face away. He ran the cloth in small circles over the back of her neck and shoulders, then down each arm. Little One arched her back and moaned. She raised her arms and put her hand on the back of her head. Daddy soaped her underarms and back. 

"Turn around for Daddy, Little One." Little On turned to face Daddy. She could see the front of his pants bulge like they had at the showing room. Daddy ran the cloth over Little Ones pink nipples which instantly rose up tight and firm. Little One's eyes were half closed and she bit her bottom lip. Daddy rubbed the soap on the cloth again and continued to paint Little One in a coat of soap lather. The cloth moved in the same slow circles over her stomach and moved over the matted wet hair below. Little One shuddered and moved her feet apart. Daddy pushed the cloth between her thighs and pulled it back through her pussy lips. Little One whimpered and swayed almost loosing her balance. 

"Little One, turn around and hold the edge of the tub, so Daddy can wash your bottom. Little One turned and bent at the waist and took hold of the tub. Daddy knelt and dipped the cloth in the water. He could see Little One's brown anus and swollen pussy lips. Daddy wondered what kind of flower would bloom from this bud. Some tiny delicate chocolate flower, which he would plant fields of, if he ever found one. Daddy put the cloth on the small of her back and slowly moved down through the cleavage of Little Ones firm round bottom. Daddy's finger touched Little One's anus and she pushed back on his hand quickly. Little One moaned again and rocked on her feet. Daddy pushed through Little One's pussy and dropped the cloth into the water and continued with just through Little One's pussy and dropped the cloth into the water and continued with just his hand. 

"Daddy," Little One moaned, "I think I need to be washed there again" 

"I know, Little One, Daddy knows all about it." Daddy rubbed two fingers gently against her clitoris and pressed his thumb against her little puckered hole. Little One's knuckles turned white as she tightened her grip on the tub. Daddy continued rubbing, moving faster, in time to Little One's quickening breaths. 

"Daddy," Little One cried, "Daddy, don't stop Daddy. Yes, Daddy, I love you Daddy, Daddy, please, please, please," Little One let out one last choked scream and her knees buckled. Daddy let her gently down to sit in the tub. Little One leaned over pulled Daddy by the arm and lay her head on his shoulder. 

"Daddy," she said quietly, "Will you give me a bath like this every night?" 

"Yes, Little One, Daddy will bathe his little girl like this every night, if you want me to." 

Daddy dried Little One with a large fluffy towel. It was softer than any towel Little One had ever felt. 

"Daddy, I think I forgot to pack my nightgown at the home this morning." 

"That's not a problem, Little One. Daddy unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Little One held out her arms and Daddy slipped his shirt on her and buttoned it up over her breasts. Daddy pulled the bed covers down and Little One climbed into the bed. Daddy tucked the covers under her chin. 

"Daddy, Can I ask you a question?" Little One said. Daddy sat on the side of the bed and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. 

"Little One, you can ask Daddy, anything, anytime. What would you like to ask Daddy? 

"Daddy, how long will I stay here with you?" Little One sucked in her bottom lip and waited for Daddy's answer 

"Little One, This is your home. You will stay here as long as you are happy." 

"Can I stay with you forever, Daddy?" 

"I would like that very much, Little One. Now, you need to go to sleep." Daddy bent over to kiss Little One on the cheek. She put her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to her. Little One kissed Daddy with her tongue deep in his mouth. "I love you, Daddy." she said. Daddy smiled at her. 

I love you too, Little One." Daddy turned out the light and pulled the door closed behind him. Little One pulled the collar of Daddy's shirt to her nose. It smelled like Daddy, the same lime and spice she smelled the first time she hugged him. Little One rolled onto her back and raised her knees. She pulled Daddy's shirt up to her waist and put her hand between her legs. She fell asleep, gently rubbing herself and thinking of her bath with Daddy.



Daddy and Little One Ch. 05



Daddy sat at the large desk in his study. He read business reports every night before going to bed. His dress shop had done very well, even though he and Little One were their best customer, today. SalesLady had been very kind and helpful to Little One. Daddy made a note on his report to be very generous to her. Daddy closed the folder and put it in the drawer. In the drawer was an empty silver frame. No pictures, thought Daddy. I must have photographs made of Little One. Maybe not photographs, a painting perhaps. Little One had brought no pictures with her. She may have never been photographed in her entire life. I will have to take many pictures of her, Daddy thought. 

Daddy left the silver frame on his desk and turned off the lamp. He was thinking of a large oil painting of Little One, nude, sitting with her legs curled under her, looking at the viewer, her deep green eyes inviting him closer, her lips slightly parted, waiting for a kiss. His penis moved in his pants. Daddy smiled and straighten it, thinking of how much time spent that day with a continuous erection. SalesLady had noticed and he thought Little One had noticed as well. If she had not, He knew SalesLady would have pointed it out to her, taking it as a compliment to the dresses she had chosen for Little One. Daddy quietly opened the door to Little One’s bedroom. He could hear her soft breath in the dark. His eyes adjusted and Little One’s face emerged from the dim. Daddy sat on the chair by the vanity and watched Little One sleep. The soft night light from the window gave the barest outline of her face. Little One lie on her side with her hands curled under her chin in mock prayer. This is what a sleeping angel looks like, thought Daddy. I have an angel, sleeping in my house. Daddy smiled in the dark. How does one care for and feed an angel? What does an angel eat? Daddy knew of no books on this subject. Perhaps he would write one. Divine food for a divine creature. Did he have such food in his pantry? No, he thought, such food does not come in sacks and cans. This food is not found cut up and displayed in a glass case. Angels feed on love and Daddy knew he had plenty of angel food. If he could feed an angel, could an angel feed him. Could an angel return his love? Could and angel devote herself to him. Daddy studied Little One’s sleeping face for a clue, for an answer. He wanted to wake he up and beg her to love him the way he loved her and swear to her by all that was precious that he would care for her and protect her, that she would never be cold, hungry or unloved. Little One shifted in her sleep and made a small contented sigh. Daddy smiled. His angel had answered his prayer. Daddy slowly closed Little Ones door and went to his own bedroom. 

Daddy stripped off his pants and hung them over the chair. He stood before the sink in his bathroom and washed his face. His thoughts returned to Little One and the sight of her bent over in the tub, her curly black hair matted in soap lather, her perfect brown anus under his thumb and the lips of her vagina, parted just enough to show her swollen clitoris. He could hear Little One moan as his fingers moved through her slit. Daddy's penis was hard again, pressing against the countertop. Daddy wrapped his hand around the shaft and stretched the skin up over the head. He shivered and thought again of Little One's kiss. He closed his eyes and pulled again, with slow easy strokes. The image of Little One's wet soapy bottom filled his mind, his hand between her legs again, rubbing her clitoris as she cried for him. His hand moved faster, holding tighter over the head. He opened his eyes to see himself in the mirror, face slack, fisting his penis furiously. Daddy stifled a moan and watched semen splash into the sink. Daddy put leaned on the counter with both hands and took a deep breath. That would get him through until morning, he thought.



Daddy and Little One Ch. 06



The alarm woke Daddy in the middle of a dream, that escaped him as fast as he could hit the snooze bar. He wondered why he still got up so early, even when there was no need to be anywhere. It was barely light outside. He rubbed his eyes and stumbled to the bathroom. Daddy turned on the water and stepped in the shower. His morning erection, the only thing remaining from his dream slowly relaxed under the hot water. The previous day had been like a dream. The first thing on Daddy's list today was breakfast with Little One. The first of many breakfasts. It was going to be wonderful having her in the house. Daddy lathered up and rinsed quickly. He wanted to brew some coffee before he woke Little One. Daddy pulled his large towel off the rack and rubbed his face and chest. He was running it through his hair when he heard Little One's voice.

"Daddy, Daddy, Can I come in?" She called.

"I'm in here, Little One," Daddy answered. "Come in. I just took a shower." Little One looked around the corner and her mouth dropped open. Little One had never seen a naked grown man before this moment. Daddy was bending down and drying his shins. He looked up and smiled. "Good morning Little One. Did you sleep well." Daddy stood up and turned to put the towel over the shower curtain rod. Little One carefully studied him. Daddy's shoulders were wide and his back tapered to his waist. Daddy's butt was smaller than she thought it would be. It was muscular and curved in where hers was round. Daddy's legs looked hard and strong. Little One fought the urge to grab Daddy around the waist and hug him from behind.

"Yes, Daddy, I slept very well. My new bed is much nicer than the one at the Home." Little One was trying not to stare at Daddy's penis. She knew this was the bulge in Daddy's pants she had seen the day before at the dress shop, but it did not seem right. The girls at the Home had talked about boys and how a boy's penis would get hard like a bone, but Little One had never really understood how it worked. The hair that covered Daddy's chest and stomach grew very thick close to it. It looked so soft and swung when Daddy moved. Little One could not imagine how it could get hard or stand up. Daddy ran hot water in a cup and mixed up a sudsy lather with his shaving brush.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" Little One asked.

"I mixing up shaving lather to shave with." he replied. 

"Oh no Daddy, please don't shave. I like your beard." Little One cried. 

"Little One," Daddy answered, "I'm only shaving my neck." Daddy took Little One's hand and held it to his throat. She felt the short bristly whiskers under her fingers.

"Can I watch you shave, Daddy?" Daddy folded a towel and laid it on the countertop beside the sink.

"Sit here, Little One." Daddy picked Little One up by the waist and sat her on the towel. Little One smiled. Daddy made her feel like a doll when he picked her up. Daddy took his razor from the cabinet and ran it up and down the strap hanging from the wall by the sink.

"What is that, Daddy?" she asked.

"This is my razor, Little One. I have to sharpen it each time I shave."

"I've never seen a razor like that Daddy. It looks like it could cut you very bad."

"Not many men use a razor like this, Little One. I'm very careful. I have shaved with this razor for a long time." Daddy lathered his neck and pulled the razor down from his chin across his throat to his collar line. Little One was fascinated by the sight. She pulled her heels up on the counter and put her arms around her knees. Her pink slit could be seen peeking through the curly black hair, between her legs. Daddy felt his penis start to stretch, but kept shaving.

"Daddy, your thing is moving!", Little One said excitedly. Daddy looked in the mirror and forced the smile off his face.

"My thing?, Little One. What thing?" Daddy's penis was now half erect.

"Your thing, Daddy," Little One said more earnestly, "Your thing, your cock, Daddy, your cock is sticking out." Daddy looked down and could not stifle his smile any longer.

"Yes, it is, Little One, you act like you've never seen one before." Daddy's penis was now standing above the sink. It was redder than Daddy's legs and curved up just a bit.

"Not a big one, Daddy. Just a baby boy's. My friend Edith told me about her boyfriend, but I've never seen one before now." Daddy continued to carefully shave his neck

"What did Edith tell you, Little One?" Daddy asked.

"She said his cock would get hard like a bone when she kissed him and he would act like it hurt." 

"He was being silly. It doesn't hurt at all." Daddy brushed some more shaving lather on his neck and kept shaving.

"I know," Little One said, "We learned about it in class." Daddy put his razor down and wiped the soap off his neck.

"There was a hard cock class at your school?" Daddy laughed.

"No, it was health class. They never said cock in class."

"What did they say?"

"The teacher said a man's penis gets hard so he can put it in a woman's vagina and sperm from the penis meets the egg and a baby grows inside the woman, 

"That is just about the whole story, Little One."

"Daddy, can I ask you a question?"

"Little One, I told you last night, you can ask me anything, anytime."

"Daddy, why did your cock get hard while you were shaving?" Little One asked quietly.

"When you pulled your knees up, Little One, your little pink pussy made my cock get hard," Daddy answered, Little One's eyes opened wide.

"I made your cock hard, Daddy?" she said with amazement.

"Yes, Little One. Just like at the dress shop yesterday and last night when I gave you a bath. Anytime I think about your pussy, my cock gets hard." Little One felt her face get hot and realized she was blushing. Little One felt self conscious and pressed her thighs together. Daddy smiled at her and her face felt hotter than before. Daddy held out his hand and helped Little One step to the floor. He hugged Little One and his hard penis pressed against her. It did feel like a bone, Little One thought. 

"Don't worry, Little One," Daddy said. "It doesn't hurt a bit." Little One put her arms around Daddy and hugged back. She wanted to touch Daddy's penis, but suddenly felt very shy, being so close. She could feel it pressing against her stomach, through Daddy's shirt.

"Would you like pancakes for breakfast, Little One.?" Daddy asked. Little One's brow wrinkled. Pancakes?, she thought, who cares about pancakes? Little One took a deep breath to clear her head.

"Pancakes would be very nice, Daddy." she said. Daddy pulled a pair of pants on and tightened the suspenders over his bare chest. Daddy picked up a green bottle from the counter and unscrewed the cap. The scent of lime and spice filled the room. Daddy splashed a bit in his hand and rubbed it over his neck. Little One took Daddy's hand, held it to her face and inhaled deeply. 

"I'll go make breakfast for us, Little One" Daddy said.

"I will be down stairs in a little bit, Daddy." 

Daddy went down stairs, trailing lime and spice in the air behind him. Little One went to her room and closed the door. She fell across her bed with her feet on the floor. Lime and spice and Daddy's penis filled her head. She tried to imagine Daddy's cock in her pussy. Little One straightened her knees and reached between her legs. She pushed a finger deep inside. It did not seem possible. How could it fit, she wondered. Her finger felt very good. She tried to imagine her finger was as big as Daddy's cock. She began to rub slowly, pulling cream from her slit and smearing it across her pussy lips. Little one imagined Daddy standing behind her, his big hand cupping her pussy and pushing his thick fingers inside her. Daddy's cock seemed so big. There was no way it could fit inside. Would it tear her pussy? Would it hurt? Could it hurt worse than wanting it? Maybe this was what Edith's boyfriend felt like. Little One found her clitoris and began to rub harder and faster. Daddy was behind her. His hands gripped her hips and he pulled her back. She rubbed harder, but still could not imagine the penetration. The smell of lime and spice and her cream filled the room. Daddy's hands holding her became hotter. He was rubbing her pussy and pressing on her bottom. Little One pressed her face into the bed to stifle her scream. Her knees became very weak and she slipped off the bed, sitting on the floor knees apart. She looked in the tall mirror. Her pussy was swollen and purple. A little puddle of cream had formed under her. Her breathing was relaxed now. A sweet smell was added to the lime and spice and cream. It was like cake or bread. Little One heard Daddy, downstairs, calling her. She stood up on shaky knees and went into her bathroom to clean up before going down to breakfast.



Daddy and Little One Ch. 07



"Daddy?" Little One asked, "Would you like for me to clear the table and wash the dishes? I was trained in house keeping at the Home."

"Little One, I did not bring you here to be a maid," Daddy answered, "I would appreciate it very much if you cleaned the kitchen for me. I have to go to the dress shop to take care of some things. Will you be alright if I leave you here alone?"

"Will you be away long, Daddy?"

"I'll be back before lunch," Daddy said. He pulled Little One close to him and kissed her on the forehead. Little One stretched up to him and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I won't be long, Little One. Daddy straightened the front of his pants and smiled at Little One before he turned and left. Little One soon heard Daddy's car start and drive away.

Little One cleared the table and rinsed the plates in the sink. Soon the kitchen was in order again. Little One suddenly felt very alone. She had not been completely by herself any time she could remember. Daddy's house seemed larger on the outside. There must be parts she had not seen. The front parlor had a fireplace and tall windows that went from the floor to the ceiling. Beyond the Parlor was Daddy's study. Daddy's desk was in the center of the room. There were three empty silver frames, in successive sizes laying on the blotter. Little One sat in Daddy's swivel chair. The leather was cold against her thighs and bottom. She kicked at the floor and spun around. The study smelled like Daddy. The room was like him. The desk and all the other furniture, chairs, bookcases, and lamps, seemed strong and immovable. Little One studied the yellow legal pad on the desk. The hand writing was bold and large. Daddy printed all his letters. Little One picked up the pen, lying on the blotter. It was heavy for its size. Everything about Daddy seemed heavy and strong. Little One pulled the collar of Daddy's shirt up to her nose and inhaled deeply. He seemed to be there with her. Little One squeezed her thighs together and felt her pussy moisten. 

She jumped up quickly, afraid she would make a spot on the leather. Little One leaned back on the desk with Daddy's chair between her feet. She imagined Daddy sitting before her, looking her in the eyes. Little One unbuttoned Daddy's shirt and pulled it back to expose her breasts to the imaginary Daddy. She leaned back on her arms and felt the pen under her hand. Daddy held the pen up and smiled. Little One closed her eyes and felt the pen touch her. It lightly grazed her vulva and pushed though the lips, probing and slipping inside her. She had never played like this before. Her own fingers were the largest thing she had ever put inside her. The pen pushed deeper and explored. Little One bit her bottom lip and trembled. She felt the pen rubbing against her pubic bone, finding an electric spot, that made her eyes pop open. This was something new. Imaginary Daddy vanished. Little One took a firm grip on the pen and pressed again. The electric spot felt like she had touched her clitoris from the inside. Little One wanted Imaginary Daddy back. She closed her eyes again, but could not find the same feeling. Frustrated, Little One, put the pen in her mouth and licked it clean. She wiped it dry on Daddy's shirt and put it back on the blotter.

Little One walked back to the parlor and bounced up the stairs. She stopped at her bedroom door and saw the open door of Daddy's bedroom. Little One walked cautiously to the door and looked in. Daddy's large bed was unmade. Little One instinctively pulled the sheet tight and tossed the blanket to smooth it out. She looked into Daddy's bathroom and thought about the morning. Imaginary Daddy was shaving again. Little One could see him plainly, standing before the sink, his penis standing out straight. Little One suddenly felt self conscious and pulled Daddy's shirt closed over her breasts. Daddy's bathroom was larger than hers. The toilet and shower were in a small room beyond the sink and vanity. Daddy's large closet was next to it. Little One switched on the light. Daddy's closet was almost as large as her bedroom. There was one wall of clothes on hangers. The opposite wall was shelves and drawers. The top shelf was a row of hats. Little One had never seen a real man's hat before. She reached high and pulled down the closest one. A black cowboy hat, thought Little One. Is Daddy a cowboy, she wondered. Little One put the hat on and it sank down her forehead over her eyes. She pulled it up and rested it on the back of her head. Little One turned to look in the mirror and imaginary Daddy was back again, standing before the sink, his concave hips and back holding her eyes. Little One hopped up on the counter where Daddy had put her earlier. Imaginary Daddy's cock was hard and he was smiling at her. Little One pushed her finger inside her vagina and rubbed cream through her slit. Her fingers slowly circled and pressed her clitoris. Little One's half closed eyes spied the green cologne bottle. She picked it up and unscrewed the heavy lead cap. The lime and spice filled the room. Little One held the bottle in her left hand and began to rub again, faster and harder. Daddy's naked body filled her mind. She could smell him coming closer to her. She closed her eyes and Imaginary Daddy pulled her to the edge of the counter, his hard cock standing out straight, just inches from her pussy. Little One felt the heat building inside her. The green bottle slipped from her and bounced off the counter and hit the floor, breaking at the neck and spilling the cologne. Little One leapt off the counter and knelt on the floor. The bottle was broken and most of the cologne was on the floor. Little One's face flushed blood red. Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. She pulled a towel down to soak up the cologne. The bottle neck fit perfectly back on the bottle, but it could not be fixed. Little One was scared now. What would Daddy do? She picked the pieces up and placed them on the counter. Little One stood on her shaking knees and walked back down the hall. She sat on the top step of the stair case and began to tremble. She cupped her face in her hands and sobbed softly. She knew Daddy would take her back to the home. There were other girls, who had left and been returned, always ashamed to talk about it. Now Little One understood why. Little One felt very cold and alone. She pulled Daddy's shirt tight across her breasts and shivered, rocking slowly on the stair. 

A few minutes later, Little One heard Daddy's car in the driveway. Little One trembled when she heard the key in the lock and the door slowly opened. She looked down at Daddy and tried not to cry out loud. Daddy looked up at her. His brow wrinkled as he studied Little One's stricken face.

"Little One," He finally said, "What is the matter? And why are you wearing my hat?" Her heart sank lower. The hat, thought Little One. She had forgotten the hat. Now Daddy knows I was playing in his closet. Daddy walked quickly up the stairs and stood below Little One, at eye level with her. "What is the matter, Little One. Are you alright?" Little One tried hard to compose herself.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she answered through chattering teeth. "I broke your green bottle. I'm very sorry." Little One put her head down and clenched her eyes tight, trying not to cry. Daddy stepped past her and walked to his bedroom. The smell of his cologne was strong. 

"Little One," she heard him call, "Come here right now." Little One stood and walked slowly to Daddy's bedroom. He was standing by the sink with the bottle in his hand. 

"How did this happen?, Little One." Little One could not look up. 

"I was playing with the bottle and I dropped it."

"And the hat?"

"I was playing with the hat, too." Daddy looked at the counter where Little One had sat earlier. He ran his finger across a smear of moisture on the countertop and held it to his nose. It was not cologne. 

"Little One, you are not telling me the truth," he said sternly. Little One sobbed and put her face in her hands.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. I was touching my self and I dropped the bottle." Little One finally looked up to see Daddy's eyes on her, his face solemn and impossible to read.

"Please, Daddy, don't send me back to the home. Please don't send me back." Daddy walked into his bedroom and sat down on a chair by the bed. 

"Little One, you are not going back to the home, unless you want to," Daddy told her. "You have snooped in my closet, where you have no business and you have lied to me, Little One. What should I do?" Little One was relieved only a bit. Daddy's voice was very hard.

"I don't want to go back to the home, Daddy. I want to stay with you."

"Little One," Daddy said coldly. "You must learn a lesson. Daddy loves you very much, but you will have to be punished." Little One's heart raced again. She felt her face get hot.

"Please, no Daddy. Please don't punish me. I'll be good. I promise."

"Come here, Little One. I will not be defied." Little One crossed the room to Daddy with the smallest steps she could take. 

"I love you very much, Little One. Do you know that?" Daddy asked. 

"Yes, Daddy. I think so." She answered very quietly. 

"Then you must take your punishment like a little lady. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy, I will try." Little One closed her eyes and started to shake. 

"Good, Little One. We will see how well you do." Daddy pulled the hat off of her and took Little One's hair in his left hand and pulled her across his lap. She felt clumsy and off balance.

"Listen carefully, Little One," Daddy said. "Do not struggle. Put your hands at your side." "Yes, Daddy," She answered and pressed the palms of her hands to her hips. Daddy tightened his grip on Little One's hair and raised his right hand over his shoulder. Daddy's large rough hand came down and slapped against Little One's ass. Little One's legs kicked and she squealed in fear and pain.

"Be silent, Little One," Daddy commanded. Little One tensed her whole body in anticipation of the next blow. Daddy's hand was swift and struck again. A large pink hand print formed on her right cheek. Daddy's hand smacked the other cheek, raising another pink hand print. Little One sobbed through clenched teeth. Each blow stung worse than the one before. She lost count and did not think it would ever stop. Little One braced herself for another smack, but it never came. Daddy loosened his grip on her hair and his hand softly caressed her burning bottom. Little One's sobs became quiet weeping. Daddy reached under her shoulders and pulled her up to his face. Little One's cheeks were streaked with tears. Daddy kissed away the tears on the right and then the left. Little One's breathing slowed to normal and she closed her eyes and pressed her face against Daddy's chest with her hands cupped between her breasts. Daddy put his arms around Little One and rocked her gently. 

"Daddy," she hoarsely whispered, "I'm sorry. I promise I'll be good"

"I know, Little One. I know you will." Little One stretched her arms around Daddy's chest and hugged him tight. The heat in her stinging bottom was spreading. She squeezed her thighs together. Her pussy felt warm and she could feel the cream seeping between the lips. Little One concentrated on the feeling between her legs. The smell of lime and spice was stronger that ever before. She felt empty, torn between spreading her legs and squeezing her thighs again. Little One knew what she wanted. She wanted to feel Daddy's naked body against hers. She wanted to touch and hold Daddy's cock and play with his balls. She would nip and suck his nipples and even kiss his cock if he would let her. Little One wanted Daddy to lie on top of her and push his cock inside her burning pussy. Little One bit her bottom lip. How could she ask? What would Daddy say, if he knew what she was thinking. Thinking about it more, made her pussy wetter. 

Daddy's arms were hard and strong. She felt like a tree's branches were holding her. Little One put her hands against Daddy's chest and pushed to break Daddy's grip around her. She shifted to sit astride his lap, her knees on either side of him. Little One felt her pussy lips pull open and she could feel Daddy's hard cock though his pants. 

"Daddy?" She asked, "Did I make your cock hard again?"

"Yes. Little One. Your beautiful round bottom, all red with my hand prints, made my cock very hard." Little One felt short of breath. She felt her face getting hotter. She pushed against Daddy's chest again and he laid back on the bed and looked up at Little One. The shirt was open and he pink nipples tight and hard. Her face was a bright pink that spread down her throat across her breast, making her nipples a rose red. Daddy smiled and reach to stoke her hot cheek with his hand. Little One closed her eyes, pressed Daddy's hand to her lips and kissed it softly. Little One took a deep breath, and tried to speak.

"Daddy, May I ask you a question?" Daddy put his fingers to Little Ones lips and her tongue darted out to taste him.

"Little One," Daddy replied. " I have told you before, you can ask me anything you like," Little One took another deep breath and tried to compose the words. 



Daddy and Little One Ch. 07b



Little One took another deep breath. Daddy laid his head back and looked at her through his lower eyelashes. The blush on Little One's face was fading. She tightened her lips and swallowed. Her mouth suddenly felt very dry.

"Daddy," she finally said, "Am I pretty?" Daddy reached up and softly stroked her cheek and ran a finger across her lips. 

"Little One, you are the prettiest thing I have ever seen in my life." Little One closed her eyes tight, trying to hold in tears. Daddy gently touched the inside of her eye, caught one tear on his finger tip and brought it to his tongue.

"Shhhh, Little One, why are you crying?" Little One choked and tried not to sob.

"I'm scared, Daddy. I'm scared I'll do something bad and you will send me away." Little One trembled again. Daddy smiled and pulled Little One down to lie on the bed beside him. He rose up and leaned on his elbow and brushed Little One's hair out of her eyes.

"Sweet Little One, that is not the way it is. You will be with me until you choose to leave. Daddies do not send their little girls away. When you misbehave, we will deal with it then, but I will never send you away." Little One looked opened her eyes to find Daddy's eyes only inches away. He kissed her lightly and licked away another tear. Little One curled into him and rubbed her face against his shirt. 

"Did I hurt you, Little One?" Daddy asked. 

"It stung, Daddy, but now it feels warm. I was just so scared you would make me leave."

"I love you, Little One. I will never make you leave." Daddy stroked Little One's cheek and ran his finger tips down the side of her neck and across her shoulder. "You must understand this, Little One. I spanked you because I love you. I know you want to be good and I must help you be good. If you are not punished when your act bad, you will never learn. If I let bad behavior go unpunished, I have not been a good Daddy for you." Little One shivered and pressed her face harder against him. The spilled cologne filled the entire house, but Daddy's smell was richer and more powerful.

"I want you to be a good Daddy for me." Little One whispered. "They were nice to us at the home, but as long as I didn't cause any trouble, but nobody cared what I did or what I thought." Daddy pulled the shirt up over Little One's breasts and covered her stomach.

"You look cold, Little One. Tell me about the bottle now."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I really am sorry."

"I know you are. Just tell me what happened." Little One took a deep breath. 

"I was thinking about you shaving, Daddy. I wanted to rub myself, thinking about you."

"Rub yourself?", Daddy asked. Little One closed her eyes and her face felt hot again.

"You know what I mean. Daddy. I wanted to rub my pussy.". In a quieter voice, she asked, "Is that bad?, Daddy." Daddy smiled and stroked Little One's cheek.

"No, Little One, there is nothing bad at all about touching yourself. You can do that all you like. I do it too. So how did the bottle get broken?"

"I sat on the counter and I opened the bottle to smell you cologne. It slipped out of my hand and broke. I'm really sorry, Daddy." Daddy smiled down at her.

"Its over, Little One. Do not worry about the bottle any longer. What were you thinking about?" Little One smiled back up at him.

"I was thinking about this morning when you looked at my pussy and your cock got hard. My pussy got wet and I wanted to touch my self then, but I was afraid to, so I came back after you left." Little One unconsciously moved her hand down her stomach and stroked her pubic hair. "Daddy, Will you give me a bath tonight, like you did last night. I liked it very much when you washed my pussy and my bottom." Little One squirmed a bit and squeezed her thighs together. 

"I'll give you a bath like that every night Little One." Daddy answered 

"Daddy," Little One asked, very quietly, "Did you know, you made me cum in the bathtub last night?" Daddy choked a bit. The image of Little One bent over, soapy lather running down the cleft of her ass and inside her thighs stopped every thought in his head. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Yes, Little One. I know. Your bottom is so pretty. I couldn't resist touching you like that." Little One's finger pressed lightly against her slit.

"Daddy, can I touch myself while you watch?" Little One's smile broadened.

"Yes, Little One. Let Daddy watch you touch your self." Little One raised her knees and pushed her finger into her slit. The scent of Little One's cream mixed with the lime and spice. 

"Daddy, am I pretty?" Little One asked.

"Yes, Little One. You are beautiful. You are Daddy's beautiful little girl" Little One's fingers moved faster around her clitoris. Daddy reached down and straightened the front of his pants. 

"Daddy, did I make your cock hard again? Are you hard for me, Daddy?" Little One's breathes were faster, her eyes locked on Daddy's face, which was watching Little One's fingers move furiously through her curly black hair. Little One's eyes closed to slits and she could see Daddy before naked again, his cock straight and hard. Naked Daddy stepped closer to her, his cock in her reach. 

"Yes, Little One, you made my cock hard, Its very hard." Little One began to rock her ass on the bed and turned her face into Daddy's chest again. 

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, please Daddy," she moaned and pulled her knees up to her breasts and rolled against Daddy. Daddy put his arm over Little One and pulled her close to him.

"Sweet Little One," he said softly and kissed her forehead. 

"Thank you, Daddy." Little One whispered. "It was nicer when you did it last night." 

"Its always nicer when somebody else does it, Little One." Daddy gently rolled :Little One onto her back. She looked up at him with surprise.

"Lie still, Little One." He bent down and kissed her as his hand slid up her thigh and his fingers found her dripping pussy and parted her swollen lips. Little One put her hand on the back of Daddy's head and pulled him hard against her mouth. Little One's tongue pushed between his teeth and she sucked his breath out of him. Daddy's fingers found Little One's clitoris and gently moved around it, just close enough, but not too intense. Daddy broke loose from Little One's sucking mouth and whispered in her ear. "Just lie still. Daddy will take care of everything." Little One sighed and closed her eyes. 

"You are Daddy's pretty little girl and Daddy is going to take good care of you." Daddy's breath was hot on her ear, flowing through her hair and down her neck. His fingers were slower now, but pressing harder. Little One slid her hands over her breasts and caught her nipples between her fingers. "Sweet Little One, your Daddy loves you. You are my pretty little girl. You are so beautiful, Little One. Let Daddy show you how good it can be." Little One slid her hands down her stomach, pressing her fingers into the hollow of her thighs, pulling herself open and framing Daddy's slow moving fingers in her hands. Little One's heels dug into the bed and she tried to rise against Daddy's fingers. Her thumb pressed into her mound, pulling her clitoris over her pubic bone, directly under Daddy's circling fingers. "Show me, Little One, show Daddy what you want." Little One pulled harder, stretching her pussy tighter. Her breath was short gasps. She rolled her head, trying to find Daddy's mouth, Her lips found his, but could not form a kiss, puffing into Daddy's open mouth. "Tell me, Little One. Tell Daddy. Tell Daddy what you want." Little One tried to form words, but her throat was closed. There was no air in her lungs. She bucked and pressed her face into Daddy's collar, sucking lime and spice into her brain. Little One wrapped both arms around Daddy's neck and clamped her thighs together, trapping his hand. "That's it, Little One. Let Daddy see. Let Daddy see how good it feels." Little One relaxed and Daddy pulled his hand from between her thighs and brought it to his mouth. Daddy inhaled deeply and licked his fingers clean. Little One kissed Daddy lightly under his chin. 

"I love you,. Daddy, I love you so much." Little One whispered. "You make me feel so good." Little One rolled on her side to face Daddy and pulled her knees up. She stared quietly at Daddy's shirt and the hair showing at his collar. Daddy gently stroked Little One's hair. She looked up at him, but he was looking past her, at something behind her or maybe far away. Little One put her fingers to Daddy's shirt and began to undo the buttons and pull it out of his waist band. Little One ran her fingers though the hair on Daddy's chest, catching between her fingers and tugging at it, and rubbing her face against him. She rose on her knees and pushed Daddy down flat on his back. 

"Daddy, you are so hairy." she said and combed her fingers through his chest. Little One threw one leg over him and straddled his stomach. Daddy could feel Little One's wet pussy against him and his stomach muscles rippled under her. Little One giggled and placed her hands over Daddy's nipples and scraped him with her finger nails clawing lightly and squirmed against his stomach. Daddy imagined putting his hands around her waist and setting her down on his cock. "You are my hairy Daddy." She said and fell forward, pressing her elbows into his shoulders, holding her lips barely against his.

"Guess what, Daddy, guess what." Little One whispered into his mouth. Daddy licked Little One's lips and tasted the sweat that beaded on her chin. 

"Tell me, Little One, Don't make me guess." 

"Daddy, you make me float. You make me feel like I'm floating away." Little One's tongue met Daddy's and she painted his lips and chin, kissing and licking down his beard and onto his neck. 

"Did you like that?" Daddy asked. "I like to make you float, Little One," He kicked his shoes off and pushed to the center of the bed. Daddy rolled Little One onto her back and sat up beside her. Daddy brushed her hair out of her eyes and smiled down at her half closed eyes. Little One caught his left hand in hers and brought it to her mouth, kissing his finger tips. 

"You are my pretty girl, Little One. You are so pretty, I can't see anything but you. You have filled my entire world." Daddy's right hand slid up the inside of Little One's thigh and pulled her pussy lips apart. One finger slipped inside her vagina up to his knuckle. Little One pressed Daddy's other hand tight to her face and breathed through his fingers. Daddy curled his hand to Little One and gently pressed his thumb against her clitoris. Little One gasped and pulled her knees apart. Daddy began a slow stroke, between his thumb and finger, pressing tighter, circling Little One's swollen Clitoris. Little One closed her eyes and moaned, still holding his hand to her face. Her breath was hot and wet against his hand, blowing up across her eyelashes. She felt light headed and hot. 

"Daddy, I'm floating again." She whispered into the palm of his hand. The finger in her vagina felt strong and thick. She tried to squeeze it inside her and felt the same electric shock as it rubbed in and out. Little One's eyes clenched tight and her breaths were short and rapid. Daddy was naked again, holding her to his bare chest. Naked Daddy was talking to her. 

"Pretty Little One, show Daddy how much you like you like it." She wanted to close her legs and feel them holding him. Little One clamped her fingers around Daddy forearm and bit down on the palm of his hand. Daddy's hand at her pussy was moving faster, pulling her inside, finding the electric spot over and over. Little One felt her face beginning to burn under Daddy's hand and she screamed, mouth wide open through his fingers. Daddy kept his rhythm inside her, feeling her squeeze and hold his finger inside her. Little One felt three rapid spasms move through her and then she fell limp, holding Daddy's forearm against her cheek. Daddy slowly pulled his finger out of her and gently placed his hand on her stomach. Little One jumped as one last spasm was sparked by his touch. Daddy leaned over her and kissed her lightly on the lips. Little One opened her mouth and let Daddy's breath fill her. She put her arms around his neck and held him to her. Daddy slipped down beside her and pulled her head to his chest. 

Daddy closed his eyes and realized he would quickly fall asleep if he did not move. 

"Little One, we need to get up," he said quietly. He felt Little One's eyelashes tickling his chest hair his chest. 

"Please, Daddy. Can't we stay here all day long. This feels so nice." She answered. 

"You have an appointment with a Doctor, this afternoon." Daddy told her. 

"Daddy, why? I'm not sick." 

"This is a check up, Little One. This is a special Doctor, for young ladies." Little One has a suspicion, what that meant. 

"You will need to take a bath before we leave and I need to take another shower." Now, Little One knew what kind of doctor this was. 

"Will you go with me Daddy? Will you be in the Doctor's office with me?" Little One asked. 

"If you like, Little One. I will be there." 

"I would like it if you stayed with me Daddy." Little One paused for a moment and continued. "Daddy, may I take a shower with you, instead of a bath?" 

"Certainly, Little One. Lets go get in the shower."



Daddy and Little One Ch. 08



Daddy slid the glass shower door back and turned on the spray. The shower had a large shallow tub and a shower head on opposite walls. Little One sat on the bed and watched him, framed by the door way, drop his pants and step out of them like a flamingo, perfectly balanced on one foot. He pulled his boxers down and let them fall to the floor. Little One took a deep breath. Daddy's penis had lost its edge, hanging down as it had the first time Little One had seen it earlier that morning. Daddy motioned to her and she bounced onto the floor and into the bathroom. Daddy gently tugged his shirt off her shoulders and stepped back to look at her as she stood before him. Her hard nipples were reddened from the earlier play and she shyly held her hands crossed over her curly black pubic hair. Her skin was white made whiter by the jet black hair on her shoulders and between her legs. Little One's breasts rose as she took deep breaths, trying to hold off a dizzy feeling. Her face was getting hot again. Daddy did not speak. His eyes were held on hers, but she could not keep the gaze. She slowly dipped her eyes down Daddy's hairy chest, over his flat stomach to see his cock, revived and hard again. She looked back up to see Daddy smiling at her. Little One took another deep breath and smiled, knowing her face was red. She pulled a towel from the rack and tied her hair up, exposing her slender neck. Her raised arms pulled her breasts high on her chest and her nipples pointed upward. Daddy held his breath as Little One finished tucking the towel up. He imagined her as a polished marble statue, her perfect form, so smooth and round carved by Michelangelo. He thought again of a portrait of Little One. Perhaps two portraits, one for the front parlor, over the mantel and another, as she stood before him, for his study. 

The bathroom was now hot and foggy from the shower running for several minutes. Daddy stepped into the shower and held out his hand to Little One. She stepped in with him and they stood toe to toe with the hot water hitting each ones back. Little One swallowed hard. She did not dare look down. She knew Daddy's hard penis was almost touching her. . Daddy rubbed the soap in the wet cloth to make a foam and spread the lather across Little One's shoulders and down between her breasts. Little One closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Daddy's slick soapy hands felt so good under the hot water. Daddy made slow circles of foam across her stomach and down between her thighs. Little One spread her knees slightly and put her hands on Daddy's shoulders to keep her balance. Daddy knelt down and ran the cloth though her legs up the cleft of her bottom. 

Little One opened her eyes. The fine spray was washing through Daddy's hair and down his back. The hair on his back was not as thick as on his chest and danced in the streams running down his back. Daddy cupped Little One's ass in his hands and pulled her to him. He kissed her navel and opened his mouth to catch and drink the hot water running down her stomach. Little One rubbed her fingers across Daddy's shoulders. The muscles rippled when he raised his arms and made his back wider, looking like wings under the skin. Little One bent down a little to run her hands down across his shoulder blades. Every part of Daddy seemed solid and unmovable. Little One liked the sound of the water spraying on them. She was sure Daddy would hear her heartbeat if the water was turned off. Little One's hands ran up Daddy's neck and behind his ears. Daddy slowly stood up, catching Little One' s nipples, one and then the other, in his lips. Her stomach shuddered at his touch. Little felt his cock slide up against her slick stomach and she shivered, even under a spray of hot water. Daddy wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hugged her to him with her forehead against his cheek. He could feel her nipples against her chest and hugged her a little tighter. 

Little One could feel Daddy's penis pressing hard into her stomach. It was hard like Daddy's arms. She tried to remember all Edith had told her about her boyfriend, how she would play with his cock and make it shoot cum. Would it work standing up, she wondered. Daddy brought his mouth to hers and kissed her, their lips a perfect seal. It was a new taste, not like before. Little One curled her fingers on his back, raking her nails over his skin. 

Daddy relaxed his hold on her and let her step back a bit. He took the soap and the cloth from the dish and pressed into her hand. Little One sucked her bottom lip in and realized what he wanted. She rubbed the soap vigorously and made a foamy lather. The soap squirted out of her hand and bounced around the tub at their feet. Little One put the cloth to Daddy's chest and wiped it across him and down his stomach in one motion. She wanted to be gentle, like Daddy had been with her, but her heart was racing, her head felt hot, the steam from the shower filled her lungs and she wanted air. Little One's hands shook as her fingers made rows in the soapy hair. Daddy leaned back against the wall and relaxed. Little One's hands were soft and smooth running through his hair. The fine spray was washing down from both sides. He closed his eyes and felt the cloth wrap around his penis and Little One's hands squeeze him tight. The cloth dropped off and her fingers curled around it, gliding on the suds. Daddy felt his back relax and flatten against the wall as Little One slid her hands over the head and back down to the base. Little One cradled his scrotum gently in one hand. It was hanging loose and smooth in the hot shower. Little One pulled it forward to see it better. It was nothing like a baby boy. Little One tried to remember all of Edith's story.

 She heard Daddy moan and looked at his face. His eyes were closed and his head was turned slightly, resting against the wall. Daddy's moan was more like a growl or a purr deep in his throat. The soap had rinsed away and Little One remembered Edith's instruction. She squeezed the shaft gently and pulled the skin up and over the head. Daddy's legs tensed and held him solid against her pull. Her hand slid back to the base and pulled again. Daddy growled again and Little One felt encouraged. She pulled the skin up again and marveled how the veins moved with the skin. Daddy's cock was harder than his arms or his legs. She could feel ribs in the muscle under the skin. The underside was softer and with each stroke, shiny fluid appeared at the tip. Little One felt Daddy's balls pull up against his penis. Daddy's fingers uncurled and he flattened his hands against the wall. Little One could see his chest heave as he breathed harder and faster. Little One pumped faster as her heart raced. She felt Daddy's balls move in her hand and the underside of his cock swell under her fingers.

 Little One stared with her mouth dropped open as the head of Daddy's cock flared and a jet of white semen leapt from the tip, followed by three more that splashed on her arm and across her thigh. She caught the last spurt in the hand and looked up to see Daddy smile at her through half closed eyes. Little One proudly grinned and held her hand up for Daddy to see the rivulet of semen slowly run across her palm. She caught it with her finger and delighted in its sticky texture. Little One put her finger to her mouth and touched it to her tongue. Her head swam for just a bit. It was a new taste. She was not sure what she was expecting, she thought it might taste like her pussy cream, but this was different. She wanted a name or label for this new taste and feel on her tongue. She looked again at Daddy, still leaning against the wall, but looking awake now. It tasted like Daddy, she decided. It was Daddy's mouth, his neck, his chest, his arms, lime and spice all in on drop, clinging to her finger. Little One looked down to see the water washing the rest of it off her thigh and wished she had caught it all. 

"Did I do that right, Daddy" She asked. Daddy smiled and put his arms around her and held her tight.

"Yes Little One. You did that right. You did that exactly right." he whispered to her.



Daddy and Little One Ch. 09



Little One sat in the waiting room with her knees together tight. The Doctor's office was more like a person's home than any waiting room she had ever been in before. Daddy was talking to the receptionist, who sat at an elegant desk by the door. Little One looked at the form in her hands. She had answered most of the questions and was waiting, nervously, wondering what was next. A nurse came out of a side office and spoke to Daddy quietly. The nurse was wearing a white uniform with a skirt and a little cap, pinned to her hair. Daddy and the nurse stepped to where Little One was seated. 

"Little One, this is Nurse. I want you to go with her. She will ask you a few things. Tell her everything she needs to know. I'll be with you when you see the Doctor, Little One," Daddy said. 

"Its nice to meet you Little One," Nurse said, "Lets go sit down in my office."

Little One sat down in front of the nurse's desk. Nurse arranged the papers on her desk and smiled at Little One.

"Little One. I need to ask you a few questions. Everything you tell me is confidential, so can you be truthful with me?" 

"I think so," Little One replied. 

"Very good. Have you ever had sexual intercourse with a man? she asked. Nurse waited for Little One's answer with a slight smile. 

"No," Little One said quietly, "I've never done that." Nurse looked surprised. 

"How long have you been with Sir?" Nurse asked. Little One thought she sounded skeptical. 

"Just a few days, now," Little One answered and wondered if there was a schedule she was supposed to follow. Earlier that morning, right after her spanking, she had thought Daddy was going to put his cock inside her. She imagined him holding her legs up as she lie at the edge of the bed, and his cock opening her up. It had seemed so real for a moment and then it slipped away as his fingers rubbed her clitoris. Little One could feel her pussy getting wet as she sat there. She held her knees together but that seemed to make it worse. Nurse looked at the forms again and smiled. 

"I'm sorry, Little One. I thought you had been living with him much longer." Nurse paused and then continued, "Do you masturbate often?" Little One felt her face get a little hot. 

"I think I do it a lot," Little One said quietly. Nurse gave Little One a sympathetic smile. 

"Every girl thinks they do it a lot, at some time. There really isn't anyway to say what is a lot. What do you think about when you masturbate?" Little One did not want to tell Nurse that Daddy was the only thing on her mind, when masturbating or not.

"My friend Edith had a book about a girl who was a dancer. Men would take her to parties and things like that. I used to pretend I was that girl and was waiting for a man to come to the Home and take me to a party." Little One looked at Nurse, hoping her answer was enough to satisfy her. Nurse kept her sympathetic smile and made a note on the paper. 

"Where were you, when you masturbated?, she asked. Little One was not expecting this question.

"Most of the time, in my bed, when it was dark. Sometimes in the shower."

"When you masturbate, have you ever inserted objects in your vagina?, Nurse asked and again paused, waiting for Little One to answer. Little One felt her face get hot again "There is no need to be embarrassed, Little One." Nurse continued. "Many young girls do that. They use hair brushes or small bottles, other things like that. Now, tell me what you used." Little One took a deep breath. She wasn't sure what to say. 

"My friend Edith at the Home had a toy. She called it her plastic boyfriend. I used it on her and she really liked it, but when she tried to put it in me, it hurt and I made her stop. Edith had done it with her real boyfriend and she said the plastic boyfriend was the same size as him." Nurse seemed much more interested now.

"I take it, then, Edith and her boyfriend were sexually active?, Nurse asked and made a note on the form.

"She could only see him on Sundays. They would go to the park and hide in the trees. I would sit on a bench and wait for her."

"Did you have boyfriend, too?"

"No, sometimes I would talk to boys, but they never came back to the park." Little One smiled wistfully. The days in the park seemed very long ago.

"Did Edith tell you about having sex with her boyfriend?" Nurse asked, trying to keep Little One on the subject. 

"She told me all about it. Edith loved to talk about her boyfriend and everything they did." 

"Tell me about Edith's plastic boyfriend. What was it like? Nurse asked.

"It was supposed to vibrate but the batteries were dead. Edith and I always had kitchen duty at night, so we would be alone after dinner. She would tell me what they had done in the park and get all excited. We could hide in the pantry and play with each other. We kissed and hugged and Edith liked to put her hand down my panties and rub my pussy until I came. Edith would get on her knees with her head down and pull her dress up. I knew what she wanted. I pulled her panties down and her pussy would be red and puffy and wet. Plastic boyfriend would slide inside her so easy. I never had to push hard. Edith made sounds like she was crying, but I knew she liked it. She liked it best when I moved it in and out slow, but it was hard to keep moving it slow when she was making so much noise. Nobody could hear her in the pantry and she would scream when she came. It made me so hot, I wanted to cum again and she would rub my pussy some more." Little One looked at Nurse expectantly, hoping this was enough. 

"How did she hurt you with the plastic boyfriend?" Nurse asked. Little One was hoping to avoid that part of the story.

"I kept asking her what it felt like, when her boyfriend was in her. She tried to tell me, but I couldn't imagine it at all." Little One said quietly. 

"So, Edith tried to put the plastic boyfriend in you?" Nurse asked. 

"Yes," Little One said. "I laid on a table in the pantry and she played with my button and fingered my pussy. She was teasing me with Plastic Boyfriend and it felt really good. I thought I would cum just like that, but she pushed in me real fast and it hurt so bad. I thought it tore me open and I made her stop." Nurse did not say anything. She waited a bit, but Little One did not speak again.

"Did you bleed after that, Little One?" Nurse asked. 

"Yes, it was terrible. I couldn't put my panties back on. Edith felt terrible and she was real sorry. We went and took a shower and went to bed. It still hurt the next morning. It burned when I peed. It doesn't hurt anymore." Nurse made a note and closed the folder. 

"The Doctor will have to look carefully to be certain there is not a problem from your experience." Nurse said. 

"What kind of problem could there be?" Little One asked. 

"Little One, the reason, Sir has brought you here today, is so the Doctor can examine you, to see if you are healthy and to see if there is any reason you can not enjoy sexual intercourse with a man." Little One was surprised to hear it put so bluntly. "Intercourse should be a wonderful experience. You already know what an orgasm feels like because of masturbation, sexual intercourse should be much more." Nurse paused to see Little One's reaction. Little One's brow was wrinkled, like she was deep in thought. "Are there any questions you would like to ask me? 

"Does Daddy want to have sex with me?" Little One asked.

"I'm sure he does, Little One," Nurse answered. "You sound surprised."

"Then why doesn't he?" Little One cried, "I wanted him to so bad, but he didn't. I thought I wasn't pretty enough for him." 

"Little One." Nurse said sternly, "Sex with a man is a very serious thing. Sir does not take this lightly. You should consider yourself fortunate. He is caring for your every need and he will take care of this one when he thinks you are ready." Little One's head felt light. She knew she was blushing again. She was trying to imagine Daddy's cock, deep in her pussy, his weight pressing on her. The only thing she was sure of was the smell of lime and spice. She would bury her face in Daddy's neck and fill her lungs with lime and spice. Little One was lost in her daydream. She did not realize Nurse had left until she heard her name called from the next room. 

"Slip off your dress and underwear and put this on." Nurse said and handed Little One a silk robe with a white rose embroidered on the right breast. It was nicer than any hospital gown Little One had ever seen. Little One thought she was in another nice office, until she saw the exam table and the stirrups. She laid her dress along with her bra and panties on the chair and pulled the robe over her shoulders. It felt smooth and cold against her nipples. The day had been so confusing. It started off with pancakes, a spanking, Daddy played with her pussy, a shower and watching Daddy cum and now a doctor would sit between her spread legs and look at her pussy. The door opened and Daddy entered, followed by the doctor, wearing a white jacket and a stethoscope around his neck. 

"Little One," Daddy said. "This is Doctor." Doctor extended his hand to her and she shyly shook is hand. 

"It is nice to meet you, Little One." Doctor said to her. "Lets take you robe off so we can take a look at you." Little One handed the robe to Daddy, wondering why she had put it on. Daddy folded it over his arm and sat down in the large chair against the wall. Doctor started his examination by looking into her eyes and ears. He checked her throat and felt under her jaw with his thumbs. The exam seemed like every other one, thought Little One, except she was naked. 

"Little One, Turn around and lean on the table." Doctor said. Little One complied, but wondered what kind of exam this was. Her bottom was pointed straight a Daddy. Doctor placed his hands on her shoulders with his thumbs on her spine. Doctors hands were warm and smooth. He moved slowly down Little One's back, sliding over her shoulder blades, gently pressing her spine. Little One began to relax and enjoy his touch. She wondered if Doctor was blocking Daddy's view. Doctor stopped at the small of her back and placed one hand oh her chest above her breasts and the other on her back. He pushed her upright and made her lean back as he supported her. Little One closed her eyes and imagined Daddy's hands holding her up. Doctor pushed her back up straight and released her. Little One felt a little dizzy. She turned to see Daddy smiling at her. He seemed very pleased. Doctor made some notes on his chart. 

"Have a seat on the table, Little One," Doctor said. Daddy stood up and put his hands around Little One's waist and set her on the table. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. 

"You are doing very well, Little One. I am very proud of you" Little One smiled and tried to hold her knees together so Daddy and Doctor would not see her pussy starting to get wet. Doctor stood before Little One and put his hands under her breasts, weighing them carefully. Little One felt her heart beat a little faster. She kept her eyes locked on Daddy's reassuring smile. Doctor squeezed each breast carefully and massaged them, catching each nipple and rolling it slowly and tugging until they were stiff and tight. Daddy had the same reassuring smile. He seemed very pleased. 

"Raise your arms, Little One," Doctor said. Little One held her arms high. Daddy nodded to her. Daddy shifted in his chair and held Little One's robe over his lap. Daddy very pleased. Little One was being very compliant and obedient. He could see her breasts rise and fall with her slow deliberate breaths, trying to conceal her growing excitement. Her green eyes closed half way and popped open again when Doctor shifted his hands to press under her arms. Doctor stepped back and smiled at Little One. 

"Everything seems to be fine, Little One." Doctor said, "Nurse, would you prepare Little One for the rest of the exam." Nurse took the robe from Daddy and gave him a sly grin when she saw the bulge he had concealed. 

"Little One," Nurse said, "Swing your legs over here and slip your robe back on." Little One pulled the robe over her breasts, and slid her bare bottom to the end of the table. "Lie back now and relax. This will be easy." Little One kept her eyes on Daddy as Nurse held her ankles, placed her feet in the stirrups and adjusted her legs wide apart. Little One felt her wet pussy lips pull apart. "Is that comfortable, Little One?" Little One nodded, yes. It was anything but comfortable, she thought. Little One had never felt so exposed. She looked at Daddy and he nodded again, which made her feel better. Nurse pulled a lamp over the table and focused the light between Little One's legs. Little One immediately felt the heat on her vagina. Doctor pulled on a pair of exam gloves and sat on the little stool between Little Ones legs. Little One felt his gloved fingers pull her lips apart and on finger slide inside her. She tried to think of something else, but all that came to her mind was the morning on Daddy's bed. She wondered if her bottom still showed Daddy's hand print. Doctor pinched her clitoris between thumb and forefinger. Little One reflexively pulled against the stirrups and pushed against his hand. Doctor continued to gently press her clitoris with one hand while pressing a finger inside her with the other. Little One bit her bottom lip, closed her eyes and tried again not to think of Daddy's fingers that morning. She was certain her pussy was dripping by now. She wondered if Daddy could smell her cream from his chair. Doctor removed his hands and she could see Nurse hand him something. 

"Relax, Little One, this may be a bit uncomfortable." Doctor said. Little One felt something hard and cold at her opening. She looked at Daddy with her eyes wide open. Daddy held up his hand and nodded to her. She felt a little better. "This is an instrument that will let me look inside you, Little One." Doctor said. "Don't be afraid". Doctor pushed the speculum inside her and opened Little One's vagina. Little One gasped. She had never felt cold air inside her pussy before. Little One clinched her fists. It did not hurt, but she was not how to describe it. Daddy's gaze did not leave her eyes. He did not seem to be interested in what Doctor was doing to her pussy. Doctor released the speculum and handed it to Nurse. Little One saw it for the first time. It was wet and looked slick. She could not believe it had been inside her. Doctor stood up and squirted something on hid fingers from a large tube. 

"One last thing to check, Little One," he said and pushed his finger deep into her anus. Little One was not expecting it and cried out loud. Doctor's finger wiggled inside her and then pulled out. "Nurse will clean you up and you can dressed, Little One. I'll talk to you in a few minutes." Nurse began to run water in the sink and took a cloth from the drawer. 

"I'll will do that for you, Nurse." Daddy said and took the cloth from her. 

"Certainly, Sir. I'll be outside if you need me, " Daddy let the water run until it was warm to the touch and soaked the cloth in it. 

"Let me clean you up a bit, Little One and we can go home." Daddy said. He put the warm cloth against her vagina and wiped gently up, cleaning away the jelly and then pressed it to her anus and wiped down. Little One felt relaxed and comfortable under his strong hands even in the position she was in. Daddy took another cloth and patted her dry. Little One closed her eyes and sighed. Daddy cupped the cheeks of her bottom in each hand, bent down and kissed Little One's belly, just above her curly pubic hair. He picked her feet up out of the stirrups, let them down and pulled her to sit up on the end of the table. Little One out her arms around Daddy's neck and hugged him. Daddy kissed her gently and pulled her close to him. 

"Am I alright, Daddy. Did the Doctor see anything bad?" Little One asked. 

"I'm sure everything is fine. Get dressed and we will talk to him." Daddy answered. 

A few minutes later, Little One and Daddy were seated in large upholstered chairs in front of Doctor's desk. Daddy took her hand in his. Doctor looked over his notes for a minute and finally spoke. 

"Well, Little One," Doctor said, "You seem to be a very healthy young lady. Everything looks very good. Do you understand what a hymen is?" Little One nodded yes. "At one time you had a rather substantial one, which seems to have been torn rather harshly. In Nurse's interview, you said there was some play with a sex toy. Do you think that was it.?" Little One nodded again. She did not want to look at Daddy, but Daddy squeezed her hand and she felt better. 

"Well, now, there is good news. You have healed nicely and you should have no problems in the future," Now Little One looked at Daddy and squeezed his hand. 



Daddy and Little One Ch. 10



Little One laid in her bed and looked at the night shadows through her window. The wind seemed louder tonight. She thought about the amazing week that had just passed Her bed at the Home seemed very far away and a long time ago. Life with Daddy had become a routine, but with something new everyday. Little One had taken over all the house keeping duties. Daddy never had a maid or house keeper. He was very happy to let Little One do the laundry and other cleaning. The work that had been so tedious at the Home, sorting and folding laundry, now seemed fun. Little One loved to put Daddy's underwear and socks away. It made her feel very close to him, when he was gone. Little One felt like she was playing house, but with a real house and a real man. 

Daddy enjoyed cooking for both of them, so he continued to do most of the kitchen work. Little One made certain the kitchen was clean and ready when Daddy came home in the afternoon. Little One spent a lot of time, each afternoon, picking out the clothes she would wear when she met Daddy at the door. Daddy seemed to like short skirts and dresses. 

When Little One heard Daddy's car in the drive, she ran to the door and waited to hear his key in the lock. Some days, she put her hand inside her panties and ran a finger through her slit to catch a little of her cream and rub it on her wrists. Little One loved to see Daddy's eyes flash when she reached up to hug his neck and he caught a hint of her fragrance. She would sit on a stool and watch him chop and mix to prepare the meal, always something delicious, better than she had ever tasted. Little One cleaned up after dinner, while Daddy watched. When Little One bent over to put something away she expected to feel Daddy's hand caress her bottom. His big hand was warm and gentle, moving across her panties and always ending with a quick pinch. Little One would spring up, spin around to meet Daddy's kiss. Daddy's neck was scratchy by the end of the day. Little One loved the feel of his short whiskers on her cheeks. 

When the kitchen was finished Daddy and Little One sat on the couch in the parlor. Little One and Daddy would talk until bath time. Daddy told her many stories about himself and Little One would tell about growing up at the home. When it was bedtime, Little One and Daddy went upstairs to Little One's bathroom for Little One's special bath. Daddy's strong hands washed her gently down her back, over her breasts and belly, always ending the same way, Daddy's skilled fingers pressing and rubbing Little One until she felt a wave of orgasm whip through her. Little One masturbated several times a day, always after folding Daddy's laundry, but her solitary orgasms were small and hollow compared to the feeling of Daddy's wet fingers in the bath. 

This evening she fell asleep with her head on Daddy's arm. She awoke in Daddy's arms, halfway up the stairs. There would be no bath tonight. Daddy laid her gently on her bed and tucked the blanket under her chin and kissed her goodnight and she quickly fell asleep again. Some time later, she awoke. The night sounds of the house were different. There were new and strange noises in the dark. The wind was moving the trees outside her window and the house creaked and popped. Little One thought she could feel the floor move under the bed. The howling outside the window was a high pitched scream. Little One heard something knock at her window but could not see anything against the black night sky. She sat up in bed, holding the sheet tight, staring at the dark frame.

A flash of lightning lit up her room. A boney hand clawed at the glass. Little One jumped from the bed, tangled in the sheet and threw her door open as thunder rattled the house. She tumbled into the hall and against the opposite wall. The sheet was wrapped around her shoulders and when she tried to get up, her elbows were on the sheet and she was held to the floor. Little One screamed and rolled onto her back, trying to escape the sheet. The hall light came on and Little One found herself lying at Daddy's feet, his cock hanging down above her head. Daddy dropped down on one knee and helped her sit up on the floor. 

"Little One, what's wrong, Did you have a bad dream?" Daddy asked. 

"Something is trying to get in my window, Daddy." she cried. Daddy heard the slapping at her window and stood up to turn on the light in her room. A slender tree branch whipped in the wind, striking the glass. 

"Its just a tree. Nothing to fear." Daddy said and bent down to pull Little One up. Little One pressed her face against Daddy's chest. 

"It scared me Daddy," Little One said, nearly in tears. 

Daddy held her close and patted her back, just as the lights flickered twice and then went out. The house was black as ink. Daddy took Little One's hand and felt his way down the wall to his door and sat Little One on his bed. 

"Stay here. Little One," he said and let go of her hand. Little One strained to see in the dark . She heard a scratch and Daddy appeared in the light of a burning match. Daddy held the match to a candle on his dresser and the room became a soft yellow. 

"Daddy," Little One said, "I'm scared. Can I stay here with you?" Rain began to drum against the windows and another flash of lightning with sudden thunder lit the room. Little One jumped off the bed and threw her arms around Daddy. He felt her tremble against his chest.

"Little One?" Daddy asked. "Are you afraid of thunder?" Little One shivered.

"I hate it, Daddy", Little One cried. "It scares me so bad" 

"There's nothing to be scared of. You are safe here with me", Daddy said as he pulled the blanket down and stretched out on the bed. Little One could barely see him in shadows. He held his hand out to her. "Come lie down with me, Little One. There's nothing to be scared of tonight. Nothing can hurt you." 

Little One closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wondered if this was a dream and she would wake up as soon as Daddy's hand touched her. Little One opened her eyes and Daddy was still there, lying on his side, his arm extended. The candle light showed his silhouette from his shoulders to his hips. Little One had seen Daddy naked many times in the past week, but now, half hidden in the dark, he looked bigger and stronger. She couldn't see his eyes but she felt him looking through her. Little One kept her gaze on the eyeless face and felt her hands rise to unbutton Daddy's shirt and let it fall to the floor. She put a knee on the bed and crawled to Daddy's open hand. Lightning flashed again and Little One collapsed on Daddy's chest. Daddy pulled the blanket over them and put his arm over her shoulders. 

"There's nothing to be scared of Little One, you are safe here." Little One curled her fingers in Daddy's chest hair and rubbed her face against him. The storm seemed far away now. Daddy smelled good. His chest was hard and she could feel the muscles move under the skin when he moved his arm. Little One felt very warm, her face felt hot and her palms began to sweat. Daddy's hand moved slowly down her back. Her lips found Daddy's neck, at the edge the silky hair, just below the shaved part. She kissed his neck and tried to suck the skin in between her teeth. Daddy rolled his head back and groaned. Little One could feel it in her lips and tongue, like the purr of a lion. 

He wanted to wait before this happened, but Little Ones fingers and lips were cutting into him. It was starting to feel right. It didn't matter at this point. He knew that once he had pulled the blanket over them there was no turning back. Little One wanted to be as close as possible, to touch as much as possible. She pushed her knee up over Daddy's hip and squeezed her thigh against his stomach. Daddy's hand caught her ass and pushed her up his chest, to meet his mouth to hers. Little One's tongue had a different taste. There was a sharp flavor. Little One's free hand was loose across his stomach and caught Daddy's cock between her fingers. She jerked back in surprise, but returned and carefully wrapped her fist around the shaft. Daddy pushed his hand through the cleft of her ass, across her anus to reach her wet slit. Little One arched her back to let his fingers inside her and began to pump his cock in her fist. 

Daddy shifted to lie on his side and Little One rolled onto her back, still stroking his cock. Daddy's hand found her curly hair and ran his fingers through it to open her swollen lips. Little One raised her knees and tried to push against his hand as two fingers pulled the lips apart and stroked the sides of her clitoris. Little One stopped stroking Daddy's penis and just gripped it tight, trying to pull Daddy on top of her. Daddy rose to his knees and pried her hand loose. He held Little One by the hips and pulled her to him in the center of the bed. The candle light gave Daddy a yellow halo around his whole body. In the dark, with the rain beating the windows, Daddy seemed even bigger and Little One felt very small. His hands moved her with no effort. His shadow put her in complete darkness. Lightning flashed again through the window, but this time Little One did not jump. 

Daddy bent down and held his weight on his arms to kiss her nipples, pulling gently at one and then the other with lips curled over teeth. Little One put both hands on Daddy's head and held him to her breast. Daddy broke free and kissed her again. He raised his head and Little One thought she could see him smile, but all there was in the dark was his great black shape above her. Daddy rocked back on his hips and pulled Little One's knees up to her breasts. The head of his penis rested against her slit. He pushed forward just a bit and Little One tensed and braced herself, waiting to feel Daddy's cock open her pussy, but it slid up and the shaft ran across her clitoris and pressed his scrotum against her vagina. Little One gasped as he took her ankles in his hands began to saw across her with a slow easy rhythm. 

She flattened her arms against the bed and drew the sheets into her fists. Her breasts were heaving as she tried to thrust against Daddy's evil tease. Daddy looked down at Little One's pale form against the sheet. Thoughts of waiting were draining from his mind as he listened to Little One breathe and whimper. Little One put the palm of her hand over the head of Daddy's cock. It was slick with her cream. She pressed down as Daddy rocked forward. Daddy was jolted by the intense pleasure. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and when Daddy pulled back, she held him at her vagina and let his cock slide slowly inside her until her hand was pinned between them. Little One's mind went blank. She pulled her hand up. Daddy was not moving. His cock was inside her pussy. She had felt it slide inside her. It had not hurt at all. Daddy held his position. It had been so long since he had felt this. 

It was so right and so good. Little One put her hands on his sides. They were warm and smooth. Her gentle pressure told him she wanted him to move again. He pulled back and began a slow deliberate thrust, feeling Little One squeeze him as he went in. Daddy dropped down over her holding his weight, letting her hard nipples graze his chest, and kissing her neck and up to her ears. Little One whimpered in his ear and bit at his shoulder. All Little One could think of was the feeling of her pussy stretched and full of Daddy's cock. Her thighs were pulled wide apart by Daddy's hips. Daddy moved slow, letting her feel the head of his cock pull back to her lips and push her open again. Little One gasped each time Daddy hit bottom and bucked back up to him. Little One's breathing became faster and Daddy quickened the pace, thrusting in time with her. He raised up on his arms and Little One started giving him quick pecking kisses on his chest. 

He could feel his cock getting hotter inside her. Little One felt herself start to float. It was a familiar feeling. She knew Daddy's cock was about to make her cum. She floated up through Daddy and held onto his back, her arms holding his chest, riding him like a horse, hanging on as he bucked. Daddy held his rhythm, sure and steady. He felt Little One contract again and she screamed, pulling his full weight down on her and bucking against with him three quick jerks. She collapsed, lie limp with her open mouth breathing against his left arm. Daddy's continued thrusting pulled her out of her little trance. She could feel his breath getting faster and harder. His cock was pounding her harder than before. The slow gentle stroke was gone. 

She ran her fingers through his hair and Daddy's face rubbed hers, frantically seeking her mouth. Daddy's mouth locked onto hers and he inhaled, sucking air from her lungs. Little One felt him drive deep one last time and the muscles in his back ripple under her fingers. Her pussy suddenly felt very hot. She could feel Daddy's cock jerking and realized Daddy was filling her with his cum. Daddy froze and his weight settled down on her. It was hard to inhale, but it felt good. She smelled Daddy's sweat mixed with her cream and his sperm. The wetness was slowly leaking from her and the only thought she had now, was she knew why she could never imagine how Daddy's cock would feel inside her. This was something so wonderful and strange, it was beyond her imagination. 



Daddy and Little One Ch. 11



Little One lay very still. The power was still off and the candle had burned out. Little One opened her eyes, but there was nothing to see. The dark was so solid, she could not tell eyes open from eyes closed. She could hear Daddy's heartbeat and his breath. Little One thought again about how it felt when Daddy came inside her. Little One rubbed her face in his chest hair and ran her fingers through it. She adjusted her breasts where they were pressed against Daddy's ribs. She was soft and smooth, where Daddy was hard and hairy. Daddy was hard all over. Little One could feel the muscles under the skin, all over his body. This why Daddy is so strong, she thought. Little One slid her hand down his stomach and lightly touched Daddy's penis. It was soft now, the only soft part of him. 

Little One was still amazed how quickly it could change and stand straight up. Daddy's breathing changed slightly. Little One thought he had woken up and for a bit, wished he had. She wanted to play with his penis and make it hard again. She liked the way Daddy became when she touched his penis. Daddy was big and strong. He was in charge of everything. Everywhere he went, people called him Sir, and did whatever he told them to do. Now, Little One had seen a time when Daddy was not in control. 

She had seen a short time when he was not in charge. Little One noticed it first in the shower. There was a point where Daddy relaxed and she was in control. Daddy was helpless for a few seconds and he felt safe with her. She wanted to feel that again. How many ways, could she do that, how many times a day, she wondered. Little One's mind floated back to earlier in the night. Daddy's thrusts suddenly changed and she felt his whole body become rigid. The muscles in his neck were tight, his cheek pressed against hers, and all his weight came down on her, pinning her to the bed, crushing the air out of her. 

Daddy was always so gentle and careful. He could pick her up and carry her like she was a doll and now she felt like he might kill her if he did not let her up. It felt dangerous, but she was not scared. Little One rubbed her face in Daddy's hair again and felt it brush her eye lids. She knew her eyes were closed. Little One sighed and pushed closer to him. She felt him shift under her and his hand came to rest on her shoulder, giving her a gentle squeeze. 

Daddy could see gray sky though the window when he woke up. Little One was sleeping curled beside him, her ass pressed against his hip. He slid out of the bed and pulled the blanket back up over her back. Daddy looked at her sleeping face. She lay on her left side with her cheek resting on her right hand. The position did not look comfortable, but her face was completely calm. Daddy walked slowly to the bathroom and stood before the toilet. When he held his penis he suddenly remembered the night before. He knew that Little One would be his lover eventually. It was why he had brought her to his house, but this was sooner than he has expected. He thought it would take more time for her to feel secure with him. There was no schedule or plan, but he thought there were things she should know, things she should learn, before they made love. Right now, he could not remember any of them. 

All he could think of was the look on her face as she crawled across the bed to lie beside him. She was like a cat, slinking with her shoulders down. He thought he could see a tail on her shadow. Even then, he still hesitated, but when he felt her slender fingers around his cock, it was more than he could bear. The taste of her mouth, the smell of her hair, her bare skin against his, it was all more than he could bear. Maybe it was because he had been alone for so long, he thought. His penis began to stiffen in his hand. A shiver went though him as the feeling of pressing the head of his cock against her pussy lips came back to him. I better wake up or I'll piss on the wall, he thought. Little One was still sound asleep. The clock was dead, the power was still off. Daddy slid under the blanket and spooned against her back. He closed his eyes and was soon asleep with her. 

Daddy shuffled the papers on his desk and tried to fit them into a large envelope. He was aware Little One was standing behind him. He could feel her breath on his neck and her fingers on his shoulders. He looked to his left and saw her hand slide down his arm and across his bare chest to catch his nipple between her nails. Daddy swiveled his chair to face Little One. She was naked and as she ran her hands down his ribs, he realized he was naked as well. Little One put her hands on his shoulders, slid one knee beside his thigh and climbed in his lap. She pulled herself up and put her left breast to his lips and he began to suck, biting softly, savoring the sweet taste of sweet warm milk on his tongue. Little One shifted on his lap and his cock slid down her pussy lips and caught on her pubic bone. She flexed her pelvis against him and his cock slid deep inside. Little One's pussy was hot and wet. She ground herself against him and dug her fingernails into his chest. Daddy opened his mouth to suck her nipple harder and it vanished. 

He opened his eyes and saw the morning sun highlighting Little One's hair as she threw her head back, eyes closed, and arched her back, rocking back on his cock. He was back in bed. Her breasts bounced each time she kicked her knees, riding up and back down on him. Daddy reached up and caught Little One's breasts in his hands. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. She laughed and dropped down on him, letting all her weight rest on his stomach, and flicked her tongue, licking his lips and his cheek. Little One started to slide up and down Daddy's cock, squeezing harder as she pulled up, almost losing him and pushing back down again. Little One's elbows dug into his chest and she turned his head to the side and put her mouth against his ear. 

"Daddy," she whispered, "Daddy, I love you. Daddy, I love your cock. Daddy, fuck me Daddy." Her voice made his head swim. Little One squeezed his cock tighter. "Fuck me, Daddy. I want you so much. Fuck me hard". Daddy felt his balls tighten up and his cock pulse inside her. Little One felt him begin to shoot and slammed against him harder. Daddy's penis became so sensitive he wrapped his arms around he and held her tight to him, to let the last few pulses fade away. He relaxed his grip and Little One rose up and held her lips just a bit away from Daddy's. Her green eyes and long black hair was all he could see. 

"I love you, Daddy," she said and laid her head on his shoulder.



Daddy and Little One Ch. 12



Little One stood by the window that looked out over the driveway and the gate. Daddy had been away for two days. He was in distant city, on a business trip. Daddy called each morning when he woke up and again in the evening. He had said he would be home by six that evening, but it was now seven thirty and she was worried. 

Little One could not remember having been alone for two days in a row, in her entire life. Little One spent the day as she usually did, keeping house, doing the laundry and other chores. Her favorite part of the day was when she dumped the laundry basket out on Daddy's bed and sat there to fold and sort his underwear and socks. Little One held a pair of shorts and rubbed the crotch between her fingers. A shiver ran through her as she thought of Daddy's cock rubbing the cloth like her fingers, all day long. I wonder if Daddy's cock gets hard during the day, when he is working, she thought. It would get hard many times during the night. Little One was a light sleeper. Daddy would wake her up when he rolled over and pulled her to him, She would lie awake, listening to Daddy breath and feel his soft cock, pressed against her back. Daddy's breathing would change slightly and his cock would grow hard. Little One pressed back against him and went back to sleep. She would wake up again when he rolled back on his other side and Little One would spoon against his back. She did not sleep well the first few nights in Daddy's bed, but she soon adjusted to Daddy's constant movements. 

Little One felt a familiar ache between her thighs. She slid her hand inside her panties and rose up on her knees. Little One closed her eyes and she was sitting on Daddy again, early in the morning. She woke to find his penis standing hard and wanted to see Daddy's face as she held it to her slit and pushed down to feel it push her pussy lips apart and fill her up. Daddy's sleepy eyes were half open and a slight smile curled his lips as he pushed up against her. Little One's finger began rubbing her clitoris, rocking on her knees in rhythm to Daddy's imaginary thrusts. She fell forward and caught herself on her free arm. Little One rubbed harder and pressed her face into Daddy's pillow, inhaling his scent. Daddy was now behind her, his hands on her waist, pulling her back on his cock. Little One felt his thrusts become harder and suddenly his hands were in her hair, pulling her head back. She craned her neck back, mouth open, the pillow cutting into her throat. Little One pushed her left hand between her legs and inserted her thumb inside her vagina and dug her fingers into her bottom. Daddy's weight came down, her knees slid out from under her, flattening her against the bed as her orgasm rocked through her. Daddy slowly faded away. 

Little One lie there and thought of the feeling of having her hair pulled. She put her hand to the back of her head and tugged at her hair. She felt one last orgasmic contraction, deep inside. How could she get Daddy to pull her hair as she came, she wondered, or even better, could he pull her hair as he came. 

After two days alone in the house, there was very little to do. Little One thought Daddy should have called before now. She looked out the window and down the drive. The clock seemed to have stopped. Little One heard a phone ringing somewhere in the house. It was not the phone in the front hall or the kitchen. The sound was coming from Daddy's study. Little One ran to Daddy's big desk and picked up the phone. 

"Hello", she said hesitantly. 

"Little One, are everything alright there", she heard. It was Saleslady, from Daddy's shop. "It took you so long to answer the phone. I was worried."

"I'm sorry", Little One said, "I didn't know this was a different phone. Why didn't you call on the other phone?"

"Sir is the only person who can use that line. This is the business line. Sir will not be home as we expected. There is a storm and his flight had to land in another city. He will not be home for another four hours" Saleslady paused and waited for Little One to respond.

"I wish Daddy had called me. I'm worried to death." Little One finally said.

"Sir would have called you, if he could. The airline called to tell us he would be arriving late. He should be home with you about midnight", Saleslady said. 

"Thank you, Saleslady." Little One listened to Saleslady talk for a few minutes more, but could not remember anything she said after she put the phone down. 

Little One looked out the window, into the dark at the gate. This was the third night without Daddy. Now that Little One was used to sleeping with Daddy, she found it hard to fall asleep without him. Little One went upstairs one more time to be certain everything was ready for Daddy's return. Little One picked up Daddy's pillow and hugged it to her breasts. She had not laundered the pillow case because it had Daddy's scent on it. Little One pulled the comforter off of her bed and carried it with the pillow to the front room. She curled up on the couch, holding Daddy's pillow and pulled the comforter over her. She looked at the clock again and wished Daddy would hurry. 

Little One woke to the sound of the chimes that announced the gate was opening. She jumped from the couch and ran to the window. A yellow taxi was in the drive. A minute later she heard a key in the door. Little One was stood by the door as she did every evening when Daddy arrived home. She was shocked by the fatigue on Daddy's face. He was exhausted. He dropped his suitcase just inside the door and his shoulders sagged. 

"Daddy," Little One cried, "Are you alright? I was so worried about you."

" I am just a little tired, Little One," he said. " My trip back took eight hours. I hate sitting that long." 

"Daddy, let's get you into bed, so you can relax." Little One said. Daddy stepped slowly up the stairs. Little One grabbed his pillow from the couch and followed him to their bedroom. Daddy pulled his jacket off, threw it on the chair and began tugging at his tie. Little One picked up his jacket and found a hanger for it. Daddy was still working on taking his tie off when she walked out of the closet.

"Let me help you, Daddy," she said and her little fingers quickly had it loose. She unbuttoned his shirt and Daddy slowly pulled it off. Little One unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants and shorts down and gently pushed him down onto the bed. Daddy lay back and Little One kneeled down to untie his shoes. She grabbed his pants by the cuffs, pulled them off and laid them on the chair. 

Little One stood up and looked him over. She gave him a push on the ankles and he rolled over straight on the bed. Little One climbed onto the bed and straddled Daddy's stomach. He looked up at her through half opened eyes. Little One leaned forward and worked her fingers into Daddy's neck muscles. He smiled slightly and she began to rub his shoulders. Little One heard a growl, deep in Daddy's throat. It was the sound Daddy made when she made him feel good. Daddy closed his eyes and tried to relax. He was very tired, but Little Ones fingers were making him feel much better. Her thighs pressed against his ribs and her panties were smooth against his stomach. He thought he could feel her warm pussy though the silk. Daddy opened his eyes enough to see Little One's green eyes studying his face. Her bottom lip was curled in and her breasts rose under his shirt as she took a deep breath. This is why, he thought to himself, this is why he brought Little One to live with him. He had come home too exhausted to think and now this beautiful angel was massaging the fatigue out of his body, completely unselfish and concerned only with him. He could see the love in her face. Yes, he thought, this is why. 

Little One dragged her nails through his chest hair caught his nipples between her fingers. Little One pressed her hands against Daddy's chest and pushed, sliding down his stomach, catching his now hard penis against her ass. She lifted up to let it spring forward and sat down, trapping it against her panty covered pussy. Little One bent down and took Daddy's right nipple in her teeth and tugged gently at it. Every muscle in Daddy's body flexed all at once. She shifted to the left nipple and instead of biting, she closed her lips around it and sucked at it, pulling it up against her hot tongue. She Daddy shift under her and he put his hands on her shoulders and rubbed the back of her neck. She sucked a little harder and felt his fingers curl up in her hair. She returned to the right nipple and sucked it like the left. Little One could feel the tension in Daddy's hands rise when she pulled at his nipple. She felt a gentle tug at her hair. Little One slid down Daddy's stomach, feeling his cock against her stomach as her lips traced a line down his chest. She rubbed her nose in the hair and found his navel. Little One opened her mouth and jabbed her tongue deep into it. Daddy jumped and she giggled. His penis had slipped inside her shirt and was held between her breasts. She put her hands on his hips and pushed up to free Daddy's cock. Daddy released her hair and she rocked back, sitting on his knees. Daddy's cock was hard and standing up straight. She put her hand around it and pulled the skin up over the head. Her first thought was to pull her panties off and sit down on it, but in the light she could see a drop of clear liquid bubble from the tip when she squeezed it. She caught the drop on her finger tip and smeared it across the head of his cock. Daddy flinched like he had when she bit his nipple. 

Little One wondered why she had not done this before. It was fun to tease Daddy and make him jump. More liquid formed at the head of Daddy's cock. She caught this drop on her finger tip. It formed a sticky string between her finger tips. Little One touched it to her tongue and suddenly felt very silly. She had not realized the sticky liquid was the same semen Daddy's cock shot into her pussy when he came. It doesn't shoot out all at once, she thought, a little flows at the beginning. Little One put her hand around Daddy's scrotum and squeezed gently. She knew he liked that a lot. Daddy's penis flexed and more semen flowed. It formed a trickle across the round red head. Little One bent down and licked it off. Daddy's entire body jumped. She liked that reaction and licked one more time. He didn't jump as hard the second time. Little One licked her lips and slid the head in her mouth. She ran her tongue over it and sucked like she had his nipples. Daddy growled loudly. She and took more in her mouth, running her tongue against the underside. Her front teeth scraped and Daddy's growl became a sharp quick squeak. Little One released his cock instantly.

"Oh, Daddy, did I hurt you?" She cried. 

"Its alright, Darling, just be careful with your teeth", he said. 

"I'm sorry Daddy, I'll be careful," Little One said. Daddy reached down and stroked her cheek. 

"Its alright, Little One, a little teeth is nice, just not so much." he said with a smile that reassured her. 

"Yes, Daddy, I'll be careful," she said and curled her lips over her teeth and let Daddy's cock slide inside her mouth. Daddy inhaled sharply and then relaxed. Little One tasted the semen leaking into her mouth. Daddy's cum tastes good, she thought. She wondered how much would shoot out when he came. Edith made her boyfriend cum in her mouth and Little One was certain she could make Daddy cum. She just had to make her mouth act like her pussy. Little One pushed down and felt Daddy's cock against the roof of her mouth. She tried to push down more, but started to choke. She wanted to feel Daddy's cock deep in her mouth, the way it went deep in her pussy. Her tongue was coated in cum. Every time she raised her head, more semen flowed. Daddy's strong hands were back on her head, fingers combing her hair, stoking her gently. Daddy's fingers stroked her cheek and touched the corner of her mouth feeling his wet cock slide though her lips. Little One kept pushing harder, trying to swallow as much cock as possible. The taste of Daddy's cum was driving her faster. Each time his cock brushed the back of her throat, she could feel his hands tense in her hair. He was growling louder and Little One knew he was losing control. 

Daddy's gentle hands were becoming hard in her hair, tugging and twisting. Little One fought the urge to gag and felt the head of Daddy's cock deep in her throat. Her throat was trying to close around his cock. She tried to raise up, but Daddy's hands gripped her tight, holding her down. Tears formed in her eyes and she tried to inhale through her nose. Her ears began to ring. Daddy held her head and thrust his cock up into her throat. She could hear Daddy's growl become a yell and his fingers pulled her hair tight. The cock in her throat was getting bigger. It was jerking against her tongue. Daddy is cumming in my mouth, she thought, I did it. She could feel her throat filling but she couldn't swallow. Little One put her hands on Daddy's hip bones and pushed up as hard as she could. Daddy's grip on her hair relaxed and she raised her head, catching the last few spurts directly on her tongue. 

Little One raised her head, trailing a string of semen from Daddy's cock to her lips. She collapsed on his stomach, breathing deeply. Daddy's hands were gentle again, one stroking her hair the other on her shoulder. He curled his fingers under her chin and pulled her face up to his. His semen was smeared on her lip. Daddy held her head in his hands and licked her lips clean. Little One began to tremble. 

"Shhhh," Daddy said, "Everything is alright". He turned her head a little and pulled her to him for a full kiss, tasting his semen in her mouth. He held her head up again to look into her eyes. "You are my sweet little lover and I love you so very much" Daddy let go of her head and she lay her head on his chest. They both quickly fell asleep with the lights on.



Daddy and Little One Ch. 13



Little One carefully measured the coffee and pushed the filter basket in place. Early morning coffee was one of the things Little One had come to appreciate in Daddy's home. The girls at the Home never had coffee. It seemed Daddy never drank water. It was coffee in the morning, ice tea with lunch, wine with dinner and brandy in the evening. The only time Little One saw Daddy drink water was in the shower and even then, very little. Daddy would open his mouth to the spray until the water ran down his chin and then spit most of it out. Little One liked Daddy's hot tongue when he kissed her straight out of the shower. Little One poured two mugs full of coffee. Daddy's coffee was always black. Little One added sugar and cream to her cup until it was looked like cocoa. Daddy teased her and said it was the color of her bottom. She was not completely certain what he meant, but he had said it more than once. 

Little One carried a mug in each hand up the stairs and heard Daddy turn off the shower as she reached the bedroom door. Little One put the coffee down on the vanity and pulled Daddy's big towel from the bar. When Daddy slid the shower door open she held the towel open for him. Daddy raised his arms and stepped into the towel as Little One draped it across his chest and patted it into Daddy's thick wet fur and buffed his chest and stomach. Little One gathered the towel in her hands and bent down to pull it between Daddy's thighs. She gently dried his scrotum and squeezed his penis through the terry cloth. It instantly started to swell in her hand. Little One laughed and bit her bottom lip. She loved to feel Daddy's cock harden in her hand. Daddy turned around and Little One raked the towel down his back and to the cleft of his ass. She looked for any reason to run her hands over Daddy's ass and try to cup his muscular cheeks in her hands. Daddy was very patient with her. Little One watched him dress every morning and insisted his shirttail was not straight. Daddy would loosen his belt and Little One would run her hands down the back of his pants to pull his shirt tight. 

Daddy pulled another towel from the bar and ran it over his hair while Little One brought him his coffee. Daddy took a sip and set the mug on the vanity. He and Little One stood side by side in front of the large vanity mirror. Daddy was trying to decide if he should shave when Little One gathered her hair in her hands and raised it off her neck and shoulders. 

"Daddy, do you think I should cut my hair?" she asked. "Do you like it better, short or long." 

"I think you are pretty either way, Little One," he answered. Little One let her hair fall and pressed her fingers to her cheeks. She leaned forward and studied her face in the mirror and frowned. 

"My nose is too big and I wish my hair was brown," she said to the mirror. She tugged at her cheeks, trying to pull her nose back. Daddy took another sip of coffee, but did not say anything. "I wish I was prettier, Daddy. Do you think I'm pretty?" Daddy looked in the mirror and watched his lips pull into a knowing smile. He put the cup down and stepped behind her. Little One looked in the mirror. She suddenly felt very small. Daddy was much taller than her. The top of her head was below his mouth. Little One's shoulders were the width of Daddy's chest. His arms showed on both sides of her. Daddy put his hands on Little One's neck and pulled her hair off her shoulders. Little One looked back in the mirror to see Daddy's warm eyes looking over her head. His fingers ran under her chin and raised her head just a little. 

"Smile for me, Little One," he said, keeping his eyes firmly on her reflected eyes. She looked puzzled. His smile became a little warmer and he leaned closer to her. His voice was a little lower when he said, "Smile for me, Little One. Smile for Daddy." Little One felt her face get hot. She could see a pink flush moving up from her collar across her cheeks. Sometimes Daddy's voice did that to her. She did not really know why, but when Daddy spoke low and soft she would blush and feel her pussy moisten. Little One lowered her head, but kept her eyes on Daddy in the mirror. She could not help but smile. Daddy's fingers felt so good in her hair and his eyes made her feel warm all over. Little One smiled and made a little laugh. Now Daddy's smile was bigger too.

"When you smile like that, Little One, I think you are the prettiest thing in the world." Daddy said and gathered her hair and pulled it to the top of her head. "It doesn't matter how long your hair is. Your hair is so dark and beautiful. When its long, there is more beautiful hair, and when it's short, I can see your smooth white shoulders and neck. Your eyes hold me when I look into them and I can't look at anything else until you say something and your lips move." Daddy put his finger on Little One's bottom lip and pulled her mouth open. "These lips are the last thing I taste at night and the first thing I taste in the morning." Little One's tongue darted out across his fingernail. Daddy's hands slipped back across her shoulders, over her shoulder blades and under her arms to cup her breasts. Little One's nipples hardened at his touch.

"Your hands make me feel good, Daddy," Little One whispered. She leaned back to press against Daddy's chest. Daddy rolled her nipples between his fingers.

"Does that make you feel good?" he asked. 

"You know it does,:" Little One moaned. Her pussy felt warm and she realized Daddy's hard cock was pressing against the small of her back. Daddy put his hand on her stomach and pulled her back against him. 

"How does that make you feel, Little One?", Daddy asked.

"That makes me feel," Little One hesitated and took a breath. "That makes me feel pretty, Daddy," She answered. "It makes me want you." Daddy's blue eyes in the mirror held her green eyes. Daddy leaned down to speak in her ear.

"It makes you want, what?" Daddy said softly with a low purr. "Tell me what you want, Little One." Little One leaned forward and held her weight on her arms. 

"I want you to fuck me, Daddy," Little One moaned and arched her back to push ass against Daddy's cock. "I want to feel your cock inside me. Fuck me here, right now." Little One dropped to her elbows and arched her back deeper to raise her ass higher.

"Patience, Little One, patience." he answered as pressed one hand on the small of her back and cupped her vulva with the other. A thick finger pushed and spread her pussy, sliding deep inside. Little One's eyelids slowly dropped and she sighed. Daddy's free hand sharply slapped her ass and Little One's eyes popped open in surprise.

"Keep your eyes open. Keep your eyes on mine. I want to see your face." He said. A shiver ran through her body. Daddy's voice was gentle and soft, but firm and strict at the same time. This was the voice she heard when Daddy wanted her complete attention. Little One wanted to lay her head on her folded arms but resisted, keeping her gaze on Daddy's face. Daddy pulled his slick finger through her slit, over her perineum and found her anus. Little One shivered again. When Daddy bathed her, he always gave gentle attention to her bottom. She liked the feeling of his soapy fingers rubbing her anus. Little One fought the urge to close her eyes. Daddy would not look away from her. 

"Little One, even your asshole is pretty." Daddy said and kept massaging pussy cream into it. "A pretty little flower bud." 

"You said it looked like my coffee," Little One replied, trying not clench her teeth. 

The pleasure from Daddy's low voice and his finger were pulling at her. She wanted to turn around and jump on Daddy, wrapping her legs around his hips and feeling his cock sink deep inside her pussy. Daddy picked up his shaving mirror and held it behind her, catching the overhead lamp and shining its light directly on her asshole. Little One's mouth dropped open. She had never seen her own anus before. It was cocoa colored with darker lines that radiated from the center like a star. The black curly hair between her thighs tapered to a fine black down between her cheeks. Little One could see the bottom of her pussy lips, purple and swollen. A crystal thread of cream shined in the reflected light. Little One was held breathless by the sight. Daddy pushed his middle finger in her pussy for more cream and then pressed it against her brown pucker. Little One gasped as she felt and saw Daddy's finger slide inside her asshole. 

"How does that feel?, Little One," Daddy asked in the same low, gentle voice. Little One's head was swimming. He sounded far away. She tried to speak but her lips did not seem to move. She took a deep breath.

"Daddy, Daddy," Little One finally managed to say, "That feels delicious. I don't know why. It feels like I'm tasting something good, like chocolate is melting in my mouth. Daddy, why does it feel so good?"

"It feels good, Little One, because I love you so much and this is just one more way to show you how much I love you." Daddy put the mirror back on the counter and picked up the bottle of his hand lotion. Little One had tried it once. It was very slick and creamy. Daddy pulled his finger out of her and dripped the lotion on it. He smeared lotion all around her asshole and pushed his finger in again. Little One braced her self and tried to rock in time to his strokes. He squirted more lotion and she felt a second finger stretch her hole and push inside. Daddy was no longer looking at her face in the mirror. He was looking down intently. Little One no longer wanted to put her head down. She could not look away from Daddy's face. 

Little One had never seen Daddy like this. He was not smiling, but he looked very happy. His mouth was open, just a bit. His eyes were concentrating. His face was redder than it had been. Little One could see Daddy's chest rise high as he inhaled. He was breathing faster, working his fingers in and out of her asshole. Daddy had shown her so many wonderful things she had heard about and wanted, but this was new. No one had ever touched her this way. She had never felt anything like this. Little One held her breath and all she could feel in her entire body was Daddy's fingers sliding in and out of her. 

"Daddy, its good. Its so good," Little One moaned. "You make me feel so good, Daddy". Each time he heard Little One's voice say Daddy, his cock jerked. 

"It is going to feel much, much better, Little One." Daddy said and pulled his fingers out of her. Little One felt empty, the muscles of her anus slowly contracting. Daddy squirted more lotion on her asshole and held his cock against her. Little One gasped and curled her fingers into fists. Daddy turned his eyes back to hers. Little One rolled tongue across her top lip. The feeling of chocolate was still strong in her mouth. Daddy placed his hands on her hips and pressed forward. He wanted to look down and watch his cock press Little One's asshole inward until it popped back over the head of his cock, but this time he wanted to see her face. Little One's eyes were wide open, her skin had gone white. She held her breath and felt her anus stretch over Daddy's cock. Daddy pulled back just a bit and pressed forward, each time a little harder, pushing deeper. She could feel the heat of the cream dripping from her pussy. 

"Relax, Darling. Just relax and feel it. Daddy is going to make your bottom feel real good. Feel my cock open your little flower. Its going to be very nice." Little One sighed and the color returned to her face. She could feel her asshole opening and Daddy's cock going deep, pressing against her pussy from inside. Daddy pulled back on her hips and she was pinned to him, his cock all the way inside her. They stood still for a moment. Daddy placed his right hand on the small of her back and gently stroked her. Little One could feel little twitches in the ring of muscle that held Daddy's cock as it adjusted to this unexpected penetration. 

Daddy leaned forward a bit and took Little One's right arm and pushed her hand down between her thighs. The look in her eyes showed confusion. "Touch yourself, Little One. I want to feel you cum while I fuck your ass" Little One's fingers felt like a lit match on her clitoris. She pressed two fingers into her slit and began to stroke gently as Daddy pulled back and began to stroke in and out of her asshole. Little One kept her eyes locked on Daddy's. His steady rhythm pounded her ass, flaring her anus as he pulled almost all the way out and pressed back in deep. Little One felt the familiar sensation of her orgasm building, but this time is was different. Daddy's cock was pushing deep inside her ass, something she had never dreamed. It felt good, maybe better than in her pussy. It was confusing, but nice. She rubbed faster and thought she would cum quickly. The heat in her stomach built and she looked to Daddy's eyes again. He nodded to her. She knew what he wanted but it was just out of reach. She needed to hear him say it. She wanted to hear Daddy's low, gentle, soft firm voice tell her. She rubbed harder and faster, feeling her pussy contract, but not going over the edge. Daddy could see the pleading in her eyes. 

"Do it Little One," he said. He knew what she wanted to hear. "Show Daddy how much you like his cock. Show Daddy how good it feels. Cum for Daddy, with his cock in your asshole." Little One arched her back and shut her eyes tight. Daddy held her tight and slammed against her ass, feeling her anus contract and squeeze his cock. Through the haze of her own orgasm, Little One could feel Daddy's cock pulsing in her ass. Daddy suddenly froze, his cock deep in her, to let the last few jets of cum die away. 

Little One lay her head on the counter. She tried to think of something to say, to tell Daddy how good felt, but words wouldn't form. Daddy slowly pulled his cock from her. He smiled at the sight of her anus, fresh fucked, swollen and red. She would be sore for a day. He turned on the hot water tap and pulled a cloth from the rack. Little One lie still as Daddy gently wiped the mix of lotion and his semen from her ass. Little One stood up on wobbly legs and put her arms around his neck. 

"That was delicious, Daddy." she said. "Can we do that again, real soon?"



Daddy and Little One Ch. 14



Little One met Daddy at the door for his usual hug and kiss. Daddy was carrying a shiny white box with a wide pink ribbon and bow. Little One recognized the gold foil label. The package was from Daddy's shop.

"Put this on the table by the stairs, Little One," he said and placed it her hands. 

"What is it?, Daddy," she said, unable to keep an excited smile off her face. Little One shook the box, but there was no sound from inside. 

"It is something pretty for you. We will look at it after dinner." Daddy said. Little One put the package on the table and Daddy went upstairs to change clothes. 

Little One ate very little at dinner. She could see the package through the door of the dining room. She tried to imagine what it might be. A dress, perhaps or a night gown. Maybe Daddy was tired of her wearing his shirt around the house and had brought her a robe. Daddy's shop was full of pretty things. Her closet was full of clothes. She could not imagine what more Daddy could bring her. Daddy's voice brought her back to the present.

"Little One, if you are finished, clear the table and see me in our bedroom. I will be waiting for you," Daddy said. He picked up the package and Little One watched him climb the stairs. Little One rushed the dishes and silver wear to the kitchen. She was careful not to drop anything in her hurry. Daddy would not be pleased if she broke one of his china plates. The idea had come to her many times of dropping one in hopes of another spanking, but not this evening. She made one last check of the kitchen and dining room. Little One stopped for a bit and looked over the house she lived in. Sometimes she wondered if her life was a dream which she would wake from and be back at the home. 

Little One dried her hands and stepped quickly up the stairs. She found Daddy sitting in his chair by the large dressing mirror. The white box was on the bed. Daddy had a gentle smile which Little One found very familiar. Daddy was very happy tonight. 

"May I open the present now?, Daddy," Little One asked. Daddy nodded and gestured to the box. Little One pulled the wide pink ribbon over the corner of the box, careful not to tear the gold foil label. She lifted the lid and folded back the tissue paper. Daddy relaxed and waited for her reaction. Little One seemed to be frozen. Her hands were half way to the box, fingers open. Little One felt her face get hot and realized she was blushing, but did not understand why. Laying in the box, as if she were wearing it, were a pair of pink panties, pink stockings and a pink garter belt. She had never seen anything like this in her life. The stockings were made like a fine net. White roses were embroidered across the mesh. The garter belt and the panties were embroidered with the same white roses. The girls at the home were taught sewing and knitting, but Little One could not imagine the fine handwork required to knit and sew the things before her. She heard Daddy's voice call her from her reverie.

"Little One, would you like to try them on for me?" he asked. Little One quickly pulled her shirt and skirt off and tossed them on the bed. She looked down at her high waist panties and suddenly thought they looked childish as a diaper. She self consciously pulled them down her legs and stepped out of them. Little One looked to Daddy.

"Daddy, will you help me put them on?" she said. Daddy smiled and stood up. 

"Bring your white heels, Little One. I think they would look best with this, Don't you think." Daddy said. Little One skipped across the hall and came back with the shoes. Daddy knelt on one knee and held the panties for Little One to step into. She put her hand on his shoulder and raised one foot and then the other. Daddy pulled the panties up her thighs and pulled them snug against her pussy. There was one white rose sewn into the fabric just above her mound and a row of smaller roses circling the waist band. Daddy straightened the garter belt and adjusted it to show about two inches of Little One's white stomach above her panties. Daddy rolled a stocking in his fingers and Little One lifted her foot. Daddy slipped it over her toe and unrolled the stocking up her leg. When the other stocking was pulled up and straightened, Daddy clipped the snaps in place in front and gently turned Little One to face away from him. Little One shivered when she felt Daddy's knuckles slide down the cheek of her ass, smoothing the strap and snapping it against the back of her thigh. Daddy held Little One's shoes while she slipped her feet into them and then stood and stepped back to look at her.

Little One turned to face the dressing mirror. She had never felt so pretty in her life. She saw Daddy's smile in the mirror. Daddy was very pleased. Little One looked at her reflection carefully. Her legs looked longer and slender in heels and stockings. It made the curve of her ass seem rounder and full. Little One tried to smooth the front of her panties, but her thick black pubic hair made the delicate fabric bulge over her mound and curls of hair pressed out both sides. She tried again to tuck the hair in and remembered Sales Lady's frustration when she tried on panties at Daddy's shop. Little One's face now showed the same frustration.

"What is the matter?, Little One," Daddy asked, enjoying the serious look on Little One's face. 

"My pussy is too hairy. It doesn't look right." she replied. Daddy knelt down in front of Little One, eye level with her pussy and smiled. He unsnapped the straps, pulled Little One's panties down to her ankles and fluffed the curly black hair. It was very thick, he thought. When Little One stood, hair covered her cleft. Daddy pushed his finger into her vagina and pulled it through the lips, parting the hair. Little One moaned quietly. Daddy stood up and grabbed a pillow and walked into his bathroom. Little One was confused She stepped out of her panties and followed him with her garters loose to find him folding a towel to put on the vanity. He put the pillow against the mirror and picked Little One up by her waist and sat her on the edge of the vanity with her feet hanging off. Daddy slipped Little One's heels off and raised her legs to place her feet on the vanity with her knees high. Daddy's smile was gone and replaced by the intense expression Little One had learned so well.

This was Daddy's face when he wanted her. Little One knew this face meant no play, no teasing, and no waiting. Daddy tried to always be gentle and sweet to her, but she had discovered things she could do, which made him loose all gentleness. Little One remembered one afternoon she found Daddy in his study, working at his desk. She snuck quietly up behind him, reached over his shoulders, pinched his nipples through his shirt and bit him just below his ear. Daddy froze for a moment and then his fists closed around her wrists and Little One found herself flying as Daddy pulled her over his shoulder, kicked his chair back, and rolled her off his lap onto the floor. Little One was shocked by how fast he moved, rolling her thighs against her stomach and pulling her panties down, just enough to expose her pussy. 

Daddy had his pants unbuckled and his cock pressed against her pussy lips before she could react. Little One felt Daddy's cock slide deep inside her and she pulled his shirt up to find his nipples. Little One caught each nipple between her fingers and twisted, tugging in time to Daddy's thrusts. Daddy began to growl and pump into her faster and harder. Little One kept her grip on Daddy's nipples and twisted harder until Daddy's growl became a roar and he dropped down crushing Little One's hands between them. Daddy's thrusts became hard short spasms, pounding Little One into the carpet and with one last shiver he collapsed on top of her. Little One loved the moments just after Daddy's orgasm. His breathing was slowing and she could squeeze her pussy and make him jump. Little One stroked his hair and kissed him gently. She liked it when Daddy was gentle and sweet and made her cum over and over, but she really liked making Daddy act crazy and getting him so excited he fucked her right where they were.

Daddy was not acting crazy right now, but he seemed very serious. It occurred to Little One, if he were going to fuck her, he would have already. Daddy opened the hot water tap and let it run, the way he did when he shaved. 

"Daddy?" she asked, What are you going to do?" Daddy pushed her knees apart and leaned over to kiss her.

"I am going to shave your pussy, Little One. Would you like that?" he said as the smile returned to his face. Little One was a little pale, thinking about it. 

"I think I would, Daddy. It scares me a little," Little One replied. "I've thought about it when I shave my legs, but I'm scared to touch my pussy with a razor." Daddy mixed up shaving lather in his cup and dipped his fingers in the mug. He gently worked the lather into Little One's thick curly pubic hair. Little One closed her eyes and smiled. The hot cream and Daddy's fingers felt delightful. Little One's eyes popped open when she heard the razor slide down the strap. Daddy stroked each side about a dozen times. Little One held her breath and her knees wide apart as Daddy laid the razor flat against her belly, just above her mound. The razor moved slowly into the lather and matted hair, leaving a small path of pink skin. Daddy made slow easy strokes, working over Little One's mound exposing more skin. Daddy paused to rinse razor under the tap. Little One rubbed her fingers across the new skin and slipped on finger across her clitoris. She made slow lazy circles in lather. Daddy took her hand and placed it on her thigh. 

"That is distracting, Little One." he said. "I need to pay attention to what I an doing" Daddy worked carefully around the top of Little One's cleft, using the tip of the razor to make small precise strokes. He pressed his fingers flat inside her slit to raise the lips up and pull them tight. Daddy's hand blocked her view, but she could feel the back of the razor against the hollow of her thigh. Daddy laid the razor on the towel.

"I need your help, now, Little One," Daddy said and pulled her hands to under her thighs and pressed her fingertips against the globes of her round ass. "Pull your bottom open for me." Little One spread her ass, stretching her vagina and anus for Daddy. He applied more lather, working it slowly around Little One's brown bud, unable to resist pushing his finger inside to the first knuckle. Little One moaned in pleasure and the groaned in disappointment when he pulled it out. Little One could not see what Daddy was doing, so she closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of his fingers and hands. This felt more luxurious than when Daddy bathed her. When Daddy shaved his neck, the razor made a scratching noise, but it was silent against her pussy, slicing the curly hair so close to the skin, it was as smooth as her breasts. 

Daddy placed the razor on the far side of the sink and soaked a cloth under the tap. He wiped the remaining bits of lather and patted her dry. Daddy held his shaving mirror for her to get a full view. Her mound was full and round. Little One ran her hand across the newly naked skin. It had been many years since she had seen her pussy without hair and she couldn't really remember what it looked like then, but it did not look like this. She could not believe how big her pussy lips looked without hair covering them. 

"Daddy," Little One said quietly. "I look like a grown woman." Daddy set the mirror back on the vanity top.

"Yes, you do, Little One, a very pretty grown woman," Daddy answered. Little One lifted her feet in the air and spread her legs. She looked down at her pink stockings with white roses and her smooth pink pussy. She felt very grown and pretty.

Daddy bent over and kissed her stomach just below her navel and trailed his tongue down her mound and across her clitoris. He sank to his knees and kneeled between her thighs. Little One put her hands on his head and worked her fingertips into his scalp. Daddy explored the petals of her labia with his tongue, listening to Little One gasp each time he brushed her clitoris. Little One pressed down on Daddy's head, trying to guide him lower. Daddy did not seem to follow her lead, keeping his tongue working inside her vagina and over her clitoris. Little One released Daddy's head and rolled her knees up to her breasts. She reached under her hip to pull her ass open again and present her anus to Daddy's probing tongue. Daddy's mouth quickly found her tight pucker and pressed his tongue inside, smoothing the wrinkles. Little One squealed in delight and tried to press back against Daddy's mouth. Daddy felt the ring of muscle relax and open to his tongue. He returned back to Little One's clitoris and gently painted his tongue across the little button as he pressed a finger against her anus and let is slowly slide deep inside her. Little One grabbed Daddy's head again, this time to hold it in place, keeping his lips and tongue on her clitoris as she felt the heat grow deep in her belly. Her body began to feel loose, as if her legs had no weight. She straightened her knees and clamped Daddy's head between her thighs as she felt the pressure between Daddy's tongue and the finger in her asshole build. Little One put her hands on the counter edge and bucked against Daddy's mouth as the wave of her orgasm washed through her body.

Little One lie limp, her heart still pounding, breathing hard and deep. Daddy stood up and bent down for a kiss. She put her hands on his shoulders, holding him back to lick her cream off his lips and chin before their tongues met. Daddy unbuckled his belt and Little One reached down to free his cock and balls. Daddy pressed his cock against her pussy, but Little One pressed her hand firmly against his stomach to stop him. Daddy's eyes met hers in surprise. Little One smiled and reached for Daddy's hand lotion. She kept her eyes locked on Daddy's as she squirted lotion on her fingers and coated the head of Daddy's cock. Daddy shivered as she ran her slender fingers down his shaft, coating it with lotion and then held the head against her anus. Daddy leaned down to kiss again and when his mouth was sealed to hers, Little One felt his cock push inside her, stretching her asshole over the head and deep until she felt his balls against her. Daddy paused only for a few seconds, not breaking their kiss and began to thrust in and out of her ass, pounding harder and faster with each stroke. Little One slipped her hands inside Daddy's shirt to take control of his nipples. She pinched each nipple gently, tugging and twisting, timing it to Daddy's cock sliding in, to force him to slam against her ass harder and harder. Little One felt the muscles in his chest go rigid. Daddy reached under Little One and picked her up off the vanity and held her tight against him as she felt his cock spasm in her asshole. Daddy kept his balance even as the last jets of semen were squirting inside her. Daddy carried Little One into their bedroom and fell backwards across the bed, with Little One sitting on top of him, his cock still deep in her ass.



Daddy and Little One Ch. 15



Daddy was already out of bed when Little One woke up. She barely remembered him kissing her, wondering if had been a dream. She could smell toast and coffee. The morning air was chilly and she realized her robe was across the hall, in her closet. She slid slowly out from under the covers and into the cold air. Her nipples were hard and she could feel goose bumps spread across her breasts. She cupped her breasts in each hand as she crossed the hall. A shiver ran down her back when she felt her warm hands against her nipples. Little One quickly pulled her robe and slippers on. 

She suddenly had to pee. She stepped quickly into her bathroom, pulled her robe up to her waist and sat down. The cold toilet seat was a shock and her bladder began to empty immediately. Little One smiled, thinking if Daddy were upstairs he would hear her. The girls at the home could see, hear and smell each other pee all the time. There was no privacy at all. Daddy had never seen her sit on the toilet. It was the only bit of modesty she had. 

Little One thought of the first time Daddy peed in front of her. They were about to take a shower together. She stepped into the shower and turned back to see Daddy standing before the toilet, holding his penis. Suddenly urine started to spray from the tip. Little One's heart raced. She had not expected to see this. If she had been a step closer, she would have reached out to touch his cock or maybe dip her fingers in the stream. Little One knew her face was turning red. She had never thought about it before, but it was wet, warm and coming out of his penis. She was fascinated and could not look away.

Little own wiped her pussy and remembered the night before. She was deliciously sticky. She loved the feeling of Daddy's weight pressing on her as he completely lost himself in his orgasm. It was not always the same. Sometimes Daddy froze without a sound and she could feel his penis pulsing inide her, but last night was a frenzied orgasm. She liked those better. Daddy started thrusting faster and harder. Little One tried to curl her legs around his waist and lock her ankles, but Daddy bucked so hard, it pushed her legs apart. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his neck, biting and scraping with her teeth. Daddy's hands snaked under her and his arms wrapped her tight, pressing her lungs empty so fast her head swam. 

Little One clenched her eyes tight and held on to Daddy's neck. She knew it was only be a few seconds, but it seemed like it would last forever. Daddy quickly collapsed on top of her and she was pinned under him again, unable to move. Little One had learned what to do. She gently kissed and nibbled Daddy's neck, just under his ear until he returned to this world. He pressed down with his left arm and rolled onto his side. Little One squirmed to pull her thigh from under his leg and snuggled up close to him. She could feel his slick cock soften against her stomach and his cum leaking between her thighs. Little One rested her head on Daddy's arm and he kissed her forehead.

"I love you, Little One," he whispered. "I love you so much." Little One stretched to find his lips and kissed him lightly.

"I love my Daddy very much," she whispered back.

For a moment Little One wanted to stay and rub her clitoris and relive the previous night one more time, but Daddy would think she was still asleep and would leave without waking her. She decided to wait and take a bath after he left. Little One looked in the mirror and ran a brush through her hair and a toothbrush through her mouth . That will do for now, she thought. She pulled her robe tight and tied the belt snug. . She pulled the silk tight under her breasts and her nipples were perfectly formed in the fabric. Little One licked her lips and smiled in the mirror. Now she was ready to kiss Daddy goodbye and see him off for the day.

Daddy sat at the small breakfast table, a cup of black coffee in one hand and a thick book in his lap. The title of the book was Complete Digital Camera System Operation. Little One saw he was not wearing his usual blue shirt and tie. His shirt was not even buttoned. She stood in the door, bowed her head slightly and waited for him to notice her. Daddy looked up and smiled. Little One's yellow robe clung to her waist and hips, showing her shape perfectly in the morning light.

"Little One, you look like an angel this morning," he said. "Would you like breakfast?" 

"Thank you, Daddy," Little One answered and made a slight curtsy for him. "I will have just coffee." Little One poured coffee in her cup and mixed in sugar and cream until it was the cocoa color she liked. She bit her lip, thinking of what Daddy said the color reminded him. Every night her anus received gentle and sometimes not so gentle attention. The thought caused a small quiver in her pussy and her bottom. There were some mornings she was certain Daddy's favorite part of her must be purple, instead of cocoa colored. 

"Daddy, are you going to the dress shop today?" Little One asked.

"No, Little One," he answered. "I am expecting a delivery of a camera, this morning" 

"You have several cameras, Daddy. Is this a special camera?" Little One said with a slight hint of tease. She had become accustomed to Daddy and his toys. She could not imagine buying a gift for him because if he saw anything that interested him, he bought it. 

"This a very special camera, Little One," Daddy said, smiling at her tone. "It is a digital video camera that can produce still photos and portraits. I have no photographs of you at all. We will correct that today." 

"Will you take picture yourself, Daddy?" she asked. "I would like to have a picture of you, too"

"Certainly, Little One. That makes me very happy. There will be plenty of pictures. We can take thousands of pictures and print the ones we want to keep," Daddy answered. 

The gate chime began to ring and Little One heard a large truck nearing the house. "The delivery truck is here, Little One. You need to dress for visitors."

"I will go take a bath, Daddy." Little One said with a smile. "I'm all sticky from last night." Daddy smiled back at her.

"Please do that, Little One and pick out a dress for the photos," Daddy said. 

Little One heard Daddy open the door as she reached the top of the stairs and entered her bedroom. She filled the tub with hot water and soaked for a few minutes, before sitting on the edge to shave her legs. The fine hair on her legs only grew halfway up her thighs. The razor slid easily over her shins and calves. Little One was glad that Daddy kept her pussy smooth with his straight razor. She was still afraid to touch her pussy with a razor. Little One sat back down in the water and ran her hands up her legs and then leaned back until the water covered her nipples. She rolled each nipple in her fingers until it stood up, even in the hot water and slid her hand down her stomach to her pussy. 

Her thoughts quickly went back to the night before. Daddy had been excited all evening long. The kiss at the door when she met him was longer and harder than usual. Daddy kept her close to him as they prepared dinner and set the table. His hand was always reaching out to stroke her shoulder, pat her back or a gentle squeeze of her ass. Each touch made Little One more eager for bedtime. She was soon naked on their bed and her first thought when Daddy pulled her to him in the bedroom was that he seemed hungry. Daddy's mouth moved quickly from her lips to her shoulders, kissing, licking and biting her. Each bite made her shiver. Daddy rolled her face down and ran his tongue and lips down her spine. He put his arm around her hip and under her stomach. 

His weight came down on her back pinning to the bed. Little One opened her eyes to see Daddy lying on his stomach, his knees beside her head. She stroked his thigh as she felt him pull her ass open. She closed her eyes and Daddy's mouth to covered her asshole. His tongue was warm and felt wonderfully hard and smooth at the same time. The hand under her pushed two fingers into her slit and wiped cream across her clit. Little One spread her legs as far as she could and buried her face in the pillow. Daddy's tongue was probing and pushing inside her as his fingers kept a steady stroke across her button. 

It was exactly the way she did it when she was alone. How does he know, she wondered. The pillow muffled her moans and her hot breath trapped against her face drove her higher as the mouth and fingers worked her asshole and pussy. Little One tried to raise her ass against his mouth, but she could not move. Daddy held her in place and it made the feeling more intense. Little One felt the heat in between her legs move into her stomach and her first orgasm hit quickly, it seemed with no build up. Daddy did not relax or let up. His tongue pressed harder against her asshole, which was opening and then clenching tight as she came. Daddy's fingers kept the same steady motion over her clit and he sucked harder on her asshole. Another orgasm raced through her. 

Little One quit trying to move or push. She lie limp as Daddy's tongue kept pushing her over the edge again and again. Finally she found her voice.

"Daddy, I can't do it anymore. I don't have any left. I can't feel my legs," she whispered. Daddy released his grip on her and rolled her on her back.

"That's my good girl," he said. 

Little One felt warm water on the back of her neck and realized she had slid down into the water almost to her chin and her hair was floating over her shoulders. I'll have to wash my hair now, she thought. Daddy and his special camera will have to wait a little longer.

Daddy knew he should pay attention to the crew as they assembled the camera system, but he all he could think about was posing Little One for his new camera. It was all he had thought about since he received the phone call confirming the delivery time. When he came through the door the evening before, the smell of Little Ones hair made him crave the taste of her. He wanted to run his mouth over her entire body, lick and suck every part of her. He resisted the urge to push her down on the table and push his cock into her from behind. He had something much better in mind. 

When they went up the stairs, Little One paused by her bedroom door and asked if he would like to give her a bath, he said to let the bath wait until morning. 

"Daddy, I worked all day. Are you sure?" Little One asked. She caught his hand, curled his arm around her and rubbed her ass against the crotch of his pants. 

"I'm quite sure, Little One. I've waited all day for this," he answered. 

Little One giggled and ran ahead of him into the bedroom. She was sitting on the bed, pulling her panties off when he walked through the door. Little One rolled back and sprawled on the bed and watched him pull his shirt and pants off. 

He climbed on the bed with her and kissed her, tasting her mouth, running his tongue over her teeth. Little One's tongue was sweet against his, but now it was a distraction, keeping him from tasting what he had been craving all day. He rolled her on her stomach and traced a trail straight down her back with his feet touching the headboard. He shifted his weight and slipped his arm around her waist. Her scent caught his nose and he stopped to inhale slowly. The musk of her anus and the cream of her pussy filled his head. Daddy reflexively ground his cock into the bed. 

He pulled her ass open to gaze at her sweet asshole. The mix of sweat, musk and cream made him drunk. It looked so delicate, perfectly tan with streaks of darker brown. A perfect asshole, he thought. Daddy slowly lowered his mouth to Little One's anus and swept his tongue across it, tasting her sweet sweat. He began to stroke her clitoris in rhythm with his tongue. Little One's bottom was getting hot against his face as her anus softened and relaxed. She spread her legs apart and squirmed under his weight. He was lost in his own pleasure of her taste and smell, when Little One's anus squeezed back against his tongue, forcing it out. He could feel the muscles of her buttocks and thigh harden under him as she came. He did not let up, keeping gentle pressure with his lips and fingers until Little One whimpered she couldn't cum again. Daddy kissed her anus gently, happy with his work.

"Sir, we have it set up and ready," a voice said, bring Daddy out of his reverie. Daddy turned to see the delivery man with his clipboard. Daddy signed the invoice and the man and his crew were quickly out of the house. Daddy studied his new toy. The high ceiling room had once been a small ball room and now it was a forest of tripods. Three of the tripods held a stack of high intensity lamps with reflectors and shades. Each lamp had a motor attached to allow it to pan sideways as well as up and down. The camera was on the central tripod. It also had a motor attached. A large tripod held a twenty seven inch flat screen monitor a little above eye level. A large printer and the lamp control box were on a steel rolling cart against the wall. 

Daddy picked the remote control unit and stepped in front of the camera. His thumb rolled the track ball on the remote and the camera came to life. Daddy rolled the ball until he could see him self in the monitor. He held up his hand and compared it to the hand on the monitor. The color was perfect. He wished Little One would hurry. He was anxious to create portraits of her. Daddy stepped back and reentered himself in the monitor for a full length portrait. The lamp motors whirred and the lights dimmed slightly as the camera controls adjusted for the new shot. This is nice, Daddy thought. This is going to be a lot of fun. 

Little One dried and brushed her hair, sitting naked at her vanity. She carefully considered her clothes for the afternoon. Little One pulled the drawer open and looked at the row of folded panties. She picked an ivory thong with a wide lace waist band and slipped it on. Little One stood in front of the mirror and straightened the thin fabric. She liked the way the thong laid flat over her smooth mound. She pulled the waist band up high which made a slight cleft through her pussy lips. This will please Daddy, she thought. 

Little One picked an Ivory lace dress with a thin lining and slipped it on. It fit tight around her waist and hung delicately from her hips. The spaghetti straps were so small they barely showed against her pale shoulders. Little One smoothed the fabric around her waist and adjusted her breasts so her nipples pushed through the lining and were caught in the eyelets of the lace. Little One liked this dress because the low neck line pressed against her breasts. She raised her arms and felt her nipples pull against the lining. She knew she would have to be careful how she moved. 

When she went to close the vanity drawer a pair of white socks caught her eye. The socks had a band of lace around the top and matched her dress. Little One slipped on a pair of ivory ankle strap high heels and stood before her big mirror. She bent down and folded the lace sock tops into a cuff just above the ankle strap. Daddy will like this very much, she thought. 

Daddy heard Little One's heels clicking in the hall way and turned to see her in the door way. She stopped and stood still, waiting for his approval. Daddy smiled, raised his hand and made a circle in the air. Little One pulled her skirt out full from her thighs and twirled for him, turning back to face him with her right shoe turned to the side, the toe pointed to the floor. Daddy studied her, looking at her as if it was the first time. How did I ever find a thing so beautiful and graceful, he thought.  

"Little One, you are beautiful in this dress, "he said at last. "The socks are perfect." Little One looked down. Daddy told her she was beautiful many times a day and it still made her self conscious. 

"Thank you, Daddy," she answered. "I wish I was as beautiful as you think I am." Daddy's face became stern.

"Come here, Little One," he said. Daddy raised her chin and looked into her green eyes. This was the firm Daddy voice. "We have talked about this before and it is very important. When a person compliments you, do not insult them in return. What you said, questioned my judgment, as if I do not know beauty when I see it."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she answered shyly. "Thank you, Daddy. You are nice to say I am beautiful" Daddy smiled again.

"That is the correct way to answer any compliment, Little One. Please remember it. You will be meeting many new people soon. You will receive many compliments and you must be gracious."

"Yes, Daddy. I will remember it," Little One said with her shy smile. 

"Come sit here, Little One," Daddy said with a gentler voice. Daddy led her to a flat leather upholstered bench, placed at the center of all the stands. Little One looked at all of the equipment and felt a little silly for teasing Daddy earlier. It was a special camera. Daddy moved the monitor stand to beside the camera and pressed a button on the remote. The camera and the lamps buzzed for a second and Little One saw her face appear on the monitor. 

It was surprising to see herself a little larger than life size. Daddy ran his thumb across the remote and the image shrank to show all of her sitting on the bench. "Smile, Little One. Smile for me." 

Little One suddenly felt very self conscious. She wanted to look away from the camera. Daddy stepped behind the camera and held up his hand above it. "Look here. Little One." Little One tried to focus on his hand but she felt more nervous than before. "Little One, think about last night." Daddy said in a low soft voice. "What was your favorite part?" Little One was looking in the monitor and watched her face turn red and the blush move down her neck. 

"Daddy," Little One said and smiled. "You are embarrassing me. I liked all of it." Daddy smiled and ran the focus in for a closer shot of her face. 

"I'm sure you did, Little One," he said. "What part did you like most of all?" Little One saw her face return to its natural color, but felt a little warmer between her legs. She shifted and crossed her knees. Her face on the monitor was different than her mirror. She looked at it carefully. The camera is like Daddy's eyes, she thought. This is what Daddy sees. A sly smile tightened Little One's mouth. She raised her chin a bit and looked into Daddy's blue eyes.

"I know what your favorite part was, Daddy," she answered. "It was the part just before you stopped moving." Little One's tongue snaked down towards her chin and curled up over her upper lip. She squeezed her thighs together, remembering Daddy's weight crushing her and grinned at him. Daddy looked right at her, but she could tell he was someplace else at this moment. The same grin slowly pulled his cheeks back. 

"That is always my favorite part, Little One," he said. "When you smile like this, you are the most beautiful creature in the world."

Thank you, Daddy," Little One said. "You are very nice to say so." 

" Look to the left and then back to the right," Daddy said. Little One slowly turned one way and then the other. "Perfect. Now stand up and twirl for me, like you did before." Little One made a slow spin, faced the camera again and curtsied as she had for Daddy earlier in the morning. Her left strap had slid down her arm and her breasts were pushing against her neckline, nearly showing her nipples. 

Little One looked at the monitor and then at Daddy. Daddy had his content smile on his face. She shifted her shoulders and her left nipple slid out of her dress. Little One watched Daddy's face carefully. She could see the pleasure in his smile and reached behind to tug at the dress's zipper. Daddy made the same circle gesture with his hand and she turned her back to the camera. Her hand slowly pulled the zipper down, exposing her white back until just above the waist band of her thong. 




Daddy and Little One Ch. 15



Daddy rotated the monitor to face him and tried to focus on it and Little One at the same time. He kept her centered on the screen as she began to turn back to the camera. Little One stopped with her profile to the camera and held her dress against her breasts with cupped hands. She turned her head and smiled at Daddy, across her shoulder. Daddy lost all thought of the monitor and stared at Little One's lips. She had never looked so seductive and wanting in all the time she had been with him. He reached down and straightened his cock in his pants. Little One's tongue slowly slid over her bottom lip.

She turned to face Daddy and let her dress down over her nipples, exposing her breasts and let it slip down over her hips. Little One lowered her head and watched Daddy through her eyelashes. 

Daddy was frozen to the spot, but his chest was rising with slow deep breaths. Does she know, how beautiful she is, he thought. She had never acted like this before. The camera had an effect on her he had not anticipated, but he liked it. Daddy thumbed the remote to bring the camera in close for a shot of her wet lips. Little One couldn't see the monitor but took the cue and licked her lips again. The dress fell to the floor and she stood there holding her breasts, her nipples showing between her fingers, in only the thong and heels, with the white lace socks. Little One laced her fingers in her hair and picked it up off her neck. She twirled again, this time without direction and made another half turn, her back to the camera. She arched backwards and let her hair fall over her shoulder blades. 

Daddy swallowed and his mouth felt so wet he thought he was about to start drooling. He suddenly felt the taste of her from the night before. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down over the round globes of her ass. The ivory lace formed perfectly to the contours of her hips, bridging the cleft of her ass and popped against the back of her thighs. Little One bent at the waist and pulled her panties down her slender legs, stopping with her fingers at her ankles, her brown anus and reddish pussy lips turned up for Daddy's delight. 

She slowly slid her hands up the inside of her legs, to the hollow of her thighs. She stepped out of her panties and again turned sideways to the camera, her head down and hair almost touching the floor. Little One stood up, whipping her hair into a fan and sat down on the bench, her knees together and turned to the right. She laid back on the bench with her hair off the end, raised one knee and put her heel on the bench. Little One seemed lost in her own world until she turned her head and gave Daddy a mischievous smile.

"When may I see my pictures, Daddy?" she asked. Her voice brought him out of the trance she had put him under. Daddy swallowed and took a deep breath.

"We can pick some right now, if you like, Little One," Daddy said. He turned the monitor to face the bench and sat down next to Little One. She sat up to put her hands around his arm and rested her chin on his shoulder. 

"Did you enjoy the picture show, Daddy?" she whispered in his ear. "I bet I know what your favorite part was." Daddy turned and kissed her gently.

"Little One, you are sitting on my favorite part," he answered. Little One giggled and laid her head on his shoulder.

"I thought so," she said and giggled again. Daddy fingered the remote and Little One appeared on the monitor, sitting in her ivory dress. The image froze and a small red ring appeared in the corner. Daddy pressed a button and the ring became a solid red circle. 

"Any screen with a circle will be our picture," he said and put the remote in Little One's hand. "Press the red button when you want to make a picture." Little One watched her self stand and twirl. She pressed the button every other second, as she watched the monitor replay her performance. 

"Daddy, is my bottom really that big?" she asked.

"Your ass is perfect, Little One. Just look at it," he answered and laughed. Little One watched herself pull her panties down and bend over. She had never seen her self from this angle, even in a mirror. Only Daddy could see this view. She wondered if Daddy would pose like this for her. I bet he would if I was with him, she thought. 

When the screen showed Little One lying on the bench, Daddy took the remote and the screen became tiled with the images Little One had chosen. Daddy highlighted a close up of her face and it filled the monitor. 

"You take a lovely picture, Little One." he said. Daddy stood up and adjusted the monitor position, to have a better view. "I want to print this one. The paper is in my study. Do not touch any of the equipment," he said as he left the room. Little One looked at the monitor. The image was fuzzy since Daddy adjusted the angle. She stepped closer and the image was worse, the colors were washing out. 

Little One tried to move the monitor to get a better angle, but it was stuck. She turned the swivel lever on the stand and pulled on the monitor again. It slipped out of her hand and flipped forward. Little One jumped back as the monitor and its stand fell towards her and hit the floor. 

"What happened?" Daddy said. "Little One, Are you alright?" Little One looked up to see Daddy standing in the doorway with a package in his hand. 

"It just fell, Daddy," she answered and crossed her arms across her breasts. She suddenly felt very naked and self conscious. Daddy bent down and picked up the stand. The monitor swung loose on its swivel mount. Daddy flipped the lever back to the lock position and examined the monitor. Little Ones smiling face was still on the screen. There did not seem to be any damage. He picked up the remote and ran through all the screens and satisfied everything was working, her turned to Little One. 

"Little One, did you loosen this lever?" he asked quietly. Little One choked and tried to answer. She swallowed and felt her face get cold. She felt cold all over. She wanted to speak, but her teeth were clenched. She was thinking yes, but couldn't form the word. 

"No, Daddy," she finally said. "It just fell." She suddenly felt very hot. She had lied to 

Daddy and there was no way to change it. She stood there with her mouth open, trying to get her words back. Daddy sat on the end of the bench and held out his hand to her.

"Come here, Little One," he said sternly. Little One closed her eyes and crouched slightly, her arms still crossed over her breasts.

"Please, Daddy. No. I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to lie." 

"Little One, you disobeyed and lied," he said. "I will not tolerate this behavior." Little One slowly stepped to him and laid across his thighs. She tried to hold her hands flat against her hips, but they trembled and would not be still. Little One tried to breath but felt paralyzed. Daddy seemed very angry. His hand curled in her hair and pulled her head up. Little One closed her eyes and waited for the sting of his hand on her ass, but instead she felt a gentle hand on the small of her back. 

"Little One," Daddy said calmly. "You disobeyed me and then lied to me. I must punish you. Do you understand?" Little One sobbed quietly.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I really am sorry," she said, choking back another sob. 

"We will discuss your apology after your punishment," Daddy replied. 

Little One stiffened her back and tried to prepare herself. I have been very bad, she thought. Daddy will show me how to be good. Little One felt the gentle hand leave her back and just as suddenly the firm hand smacked her ass with a sting. Little One held her breath, waiting for the next smack and felt the fear melting away inside of her. 

She closed her eyes as Daddy's hand came down again. The sting and the sound came together. She gasped and took a deep breath. The next sting came just as quickly, but with no sound. Little One felt a strange calmness settle over her. Daddy loves me, she thought. She repeated this to her self again, trying to say it as many times as possible before the next stinging blow. Daddy loves me, was all she could think, driving out all other thought. Each smack pushed her a little bit forward, pulling her hair. Her mound was exposed to the air, as Daddy spread his thighs to hold her in place. 

Her ass no longer felt the separate stings. Little One's right hand stretched under her stomach, trying to reach her pussy, but was a just a painful inch short. The last smacks of Daddy's hand blended together. She felt hot, like she was sitting in a shallow bath. The warmth spread across the globes of her ass and inside her thighs to her pussy. Little One realized the spanking had ended and Daddy was gently rubbing her ass. 

Daddy took a deep breath. He had not expected it to end this way. It was hard to remember his purpose when Little One's ass was turning red and pink with his hand prints. He had listened to her fear and sobs fade away, to be replaces by excited gasps and short breaths. He knew what this meant and further punishment was pointless. His cock was straining against his pants leg and there was no way to free it, as Little One squirmed on his lap, trying to grind her mound against his thigh. She slipped one leg over his knee and pushed up straddling his thigh. Daddy could feel her wet pussy soak through his pants leg. Her eyes were half closed and she rocked on his thigh, rolling her pussy under her. 

Little One put her hands on his shoulders and pressed her mouth to his, pushing her tongue deep inside. She pulled back quickly and held her green eyes only a few inches from his.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she purred. "I'll never lie or disobey again." Little Ones fingers pulled at his shirt buttons and quickly exposed his chest to her teeth and lips. She kissed and sucked at his nipples, tugging each between her teeth until she heard him moan. 

"Daddy, I'll never lie or disobey again." Little One rocked on his thigh and pushed him back, to lie flat on his back. She reached between her thighs and found Daddy's cock, bulging through his pants. "Daddy, I'll never lie or disobey again." She quickly unbuckled his pants and pulled his cock free, wrapping her slender fingers around it and pulling the skin over the head. Little One pumped it slowly several times, watching the fluid rise from the slit and her fingers milked Daddy's penis. She slid off his knee and kneeled on the floor, keeping her hand around his cock and stretched to kiss him again. 

"Daddy, I'll never lie or disobey again.". Little One returned to Daddy's penis and ran her tongue across the slit, licking the semen that bubbled up with every stroke. Daddy shuddered at the touch of her tongue and tried to push his penis into her mouth. Little One licked her lips, opened her mouth and lowered her head over his cock. He moaned when the warm roof of her mouth slid over the head. Little One pulled her hair back and pressed down, feeling Daddy's cock press against her throat. 

She stopped for a moment, shivered as she felt her throat relax and pressed again, letting Daddy's cock open her throat and slide deep into her mouth. Little One moved up and down slowly, keeping the head clasped in her throat. Daddy's stomach jerked with each movement. She moved faster with each stroke, feeling her mouth fill with the taste of semen, driving her to suck harder. Daddy's scrotum was pulled up tight against her chin. She could hear Daddy growl and felt the heat grow against her lips. 

Little One wrapped her fingers around his balls and tugged gently as she felt them begin to pulse in her fingers. This was what she had been waiting for. Little One raised her head to hold her lips and tongue around the head of Daddy's cock and sucked it like a nipple. The shock of cold air on the wet shaft and Little One's sucking lips drove Daddy wild. He bucked and jerked, trying to thrust his cock back into her warm throat. Little One sucked and swallowed each jet of semen as it shot into her mouth, holding on to Daddy's hips, riding him as his orgasm subsided. Little One moved slowly, licking last few drops and shifted back to his mouth. 

Daddy took Little One's head in his hands and kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue. Little One swung her leg over Daddy and straddled him. She heard a buzzing noise and looked to see the camera move slightly. The monitor showed her sitting on Daddy. She smiled, realizing it had all been filmed. Little One leaned down and whispered "Daddy, I'll never lie or disobey again."

I hope you do, Daddy thought, wondering if he had said it out loud.



Daddy and Little One Ch. 16



Little One heard the alarm chirping. She tried to snuggle closer to Daddy, but he had already rolled over to turn it off. He groaned as he turned back to her. Little One opened her eyes to see an expression of pain on Daddy's face. 

"Daddy?", she asked, "What's wrong?" Daddy 's lips pulled tight and he stretched his right arm out and twisted his hand. 

"I think I slept on my arm, Little One," he answered. "My shoulder is sore this morning." Daddy lie on his back, trying to work his shoulder muscles against the mattress. Little One rose to her knees and knelt beside him. 

"Poor Daddy," she said with concern, "Would coffee make you feel better?" Daddy looked up to see her apprehensive smile. Little One crossed her arms, raising her breasts. Daddy never complained about anything. She wasn't sure what to do. He reached up and stroked her cheek. 

"Coffee would make me feel much better, Little One," he answered. Little One put her hand over Daddy's and held it to her lips. She leaned forward on her arms and slid her knees off the bed. 

"I'll be right back with your coffee, Daddy, and then I'll make your shoulder feel better." Little One slipped her silk robe on and walked quickly down the hall, wondering why she said that. What could she do to make his shoulder feel better? 

Daddy closed his eyes and inhaled the trace of perfume Little One left behind. Even with the ache in his shoulder, their short exchange had left his penis half erect. Little One was always cheerful in the morning. It made the whole day much nicer when it started with her smile. He had grown to dislike the days when early meetings meant he had to leave before Little One awoke. 

A perfect day started with Little One waking him with her hand on his cock and kissing his neck. Daddy's hand instinctively wrapped around his cock and felt it swell to full erection. His stiff shoulder felt a little better as he thought of Little One sliding her smooth leg over his stomach and straddling him, slipping down and rubbing her pussy across his cock. 

Daddy could feel her rise up on her knees to let his cock slip between her pussy lips and sit down, pushing his cock deep inside. Daddy continued to stroke his cock slowly, wishing Little One would return bring his daydream to life. She said she would make his shoulder feel better and his early morning daydream seemed like good therapy. Another firm stroke and he could see Little One raise her hands and pull her hair off her shoulders. She looked down at him and licked her lips. 

"You must be feeling better," she said. Daddy's eyes popped open. Little One was standing by the bed with his big coffee cup in her hand. Daddy smiled and let go of his cock. 

"It seems to help," he said. Daddy sat up in bed and reached for the cup with his left hand. Little One slid behind him and began to stroke his shoulder, starting at his collar and moving over his arm. Daddy arched his back, took a sip and sighed, feeling her soft fingers slide over his skin. 

"Does that feel good, Daddy?", Little One purred. 

"Yes," he answered, "It feels very good. Your fingers are very talented." 

"When I lived at the Home, Edith and I would give each other massages." Little One continued. She began to knead the muscles in Daddy's neck. The strength in her fingers surprised him. "When we worked late in the kitchen, we would be tired and sore. I would massage her and then she would massage me." Daddy took another sip. 

"I can imagine the massages you two gave each other", he replied. Little One giggled. Daddy felt her chin on his shoulder and her teeth nip at his earlobe. 

"Would you like a massage, Daddy?" she whispered. Little One leaned against him, pressing her nipples to his back, took his coffee cup from his hand and placed it on the nightstand. 

"I think I would like that very much, Little One," he said. 

He leaned on his left arm and turned to lie face down on the bed with his arms pulled up and his hands under his head. 

Little One took a deep breath. Daddy's shoulders looked larger when he raised his arms. Muscle webbed from under his arms down his ribs like wings and tapered to his waist. There were patches of curly hair on Daddy's shoulders like his chest hair that became a fine fur on his back The fur became thicker where the cleft of his ass separated and disappeared into the tight seam. His hips were flat, making a straight line from waist to thigh. Little One placed her hand on the small of Daddy's back and traced the curve of his ass as it rose up and rolled down to the crease of his thigh. She smiled and thought if Daddy's ass wasn't round like this, he would have nothing but his cock to hold his pants up. Little One never tired of looking at Daddy's naked body. 


Little One slid off the bed and stepped into Daddy's bathroom. She pulled a towel from the rack and picked up the silver hand lotion bottle. Daddy watched Little One fold the towel in half and lay it beside him with the lotion on its side. She untied her robe, let it fall to the floor behind her and climbed on the bed, straddling the small of Daddy's back. Little One squeezed some lotion on her hands and began a circular motion on his right shoulder, working her fingers and thumbs together, kneading from his neck to his upper arm. 

"Little One, that feels wonderful," Daddy moaned. He closed his eyes and smiled. Her soft finger tips curled against the palm of her hands, working across his neck and over to his left shoulder, pausing for more lotion. Little One curled her lower lip between her teeth as she felt Daddy squirm under her, a ripple running down his spine, lifting her up and setting down to grind against the bed. Little One pressed her knees against Daddy's ribs and felt him take deep breaths. She slid off his back and onto her knees beside him, rubbing the lotion into his skin, feeling the ridge of his spine and the thick muscles slide under her fingers. 

Little One felt her face warm as she listened to Daddy's low growl each time he exhaled. She squirted more lotion on her hands and placed each on the cheeks of Daddy's ass. 

"I like to touch your ass, Daddy," Little One said. "Its not round and soft like Edith's." She squeezed each hand and curled her fingers, leaving pink trails in the white skin. Edith's bottom was soft and round. Your ass is round on the top." Little One squeezed again for emphasis. "But, its flat on the sides, and hard too. Edith's bottom is round all over and soft. Edith used to talk about men's asses all the time. When we went to the park, we watched the men running or playing football in their shorts. Sometimes a man would walk by where we were sitting and I wanted to pinch his butt, just to see if it was as hard as it looked." Little One tried to pinch Daddy but her fingers were too slick with lotion. 

"Did you ever do that, Little One?", Daddy laughed.

"Edith might have, but I was too shy." Little One answered. 

"You never seemed shy to me," Daddy said. Little One continued to circle her hands on the cheeks of his ass. His cock had been hard the entire time her soft fingers had been working his back. He was beginning to feel impatient. 

"Its different with you, Daddy," Little One murmured quietly. She suddenly felt shy again.

"Different? How?" Daddy asked.

"I was scared of those men and boys. If one smiled at me or tried to talk, I didn't know what to do or say, but with you, I'm safe. I can do or say anything." 

Little One bent down and lightly nipped the edge of Daddy's hip. Daddy didn't react, so she bit again, this time, harder than before.

"Ow!" Daddy exclaimed. Little One giggled and bit again, but not as forceful.

"You bite me all the time, Daddy," she reminded him and kissed the red mark she had made. Daddy felt Little One's hands slide from his ass to press the insides of his thighs. He spread his knees apart and Little One brushed her finger tips over his scrotum. 

"I don't scare you?", Daddy asked. Little One slipped her fingers under Daddy's testicles cupped them in her hand. His muscular thighs pressed against her hand. She could feel his hard cock straining against the mattress. Little One paused before she answered. 

"Sometimes its scary, Daddy. Like when I have disobeyed and you are angry," she said, pressing her thumb into his scrotum, feeling his testicles through the thin sack. "But, I'm never scared." Daddy took a deep breath and tried to form some words. Little One's teasing fingers were driving him insane. He had been pressing his hard cock into the sheet since she sat on him did not think he could stand it much longer, but he was intrigued by what she was saying.

"Why aren't you scared, Little One", Daddy asked. Little One tugged at his balls, gently stretching them away from his crotch. Daddy closed his eyes and moaned.

"Because, Daddy. I know you love me," Little One said. She lightly rolled her fingers again. "Its like this, Daddy. I'm holding your balls in my hand. Are you scared?"

"No, Little One," he answered. "I see your point"

"When I am with you, I know I am safe and nothing can hurt me," She said. "I like to hold your balls, Daddy. You're so big and strong, but this part of you is soft and tender, I have to be very careful, don't I? I wouldn't want to scare you." Daddy's back stiffened and he wrinkled his brow. The tone of her voice was playful but he still felt a small bit of anxiety. 

"I will tell you if it gets scary, Little One" he replied. 

Little One held the lotion bottle up and let a stream drip onto his scrotum and made a slow circle over the crease of his ass. Daddy drew a sharp breath when the cool lotion hit his skin. Little One giggled and rubbed it into the lower side of Daddy's ass, letting her fingers curl against the spot where his balls met his crotch. She could feel his hard cock muscle through the skin. Little One pulled her slick hand back through Daddy's tight crack, her little finger brushing over his anus. Daddy reflexively arched his back inward, pushing up against her hand and moaning. Little One smiled and ran her fingertips back across it.

"I think you like that Daddy. I know I like it when you touch me there." she said. "Does that feel good, Daddy?" He closed his eyes and could see her delighted smile in his mind.

"Yes, Little One," he answered after swallowing. "It feels very good. You are driving me crazy" 

"Poor Daddy," Little One giggled. "You do this to me all the time, playing with my pussy and my bottom till I don't even know my own name." Daddy felt Little One's slender finger press against his hole. She couldn't see it, but felt the ridges and puckers tighten around her finger. The resistance surprised her. She pulled back to gather a bit more lotion and pressed harder. Little One's heart raced as her finger slipped inside. She heard Daddy sigh with pleasure. 

This must be right, she thought. Her knuckles were tight against his asshole when she curled her finger inside him. Daddy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. She had hit the perfect spot. He had not realized her fingers were so long.

"Little One," Daddy said, as calmly as he could manage, but his tone still startled Little One. 

"Yes, Daddy?" she responded.

"Little One," he said, with the same command tone, "Do something. Now!" Little One giggled and stroked her finger one more time. Daddy flinched the same way as when she tightened her lips on the head of his cock. She pulled her finger out and hooked both hands on Daddy's far hip, pulling him onto his back.

"Yes sir, Daddy sir!," she exclaimed and wrapped her fingers around his cock. "I will do something, right now, sir." Daddy pulled the pillow under his head and smiled at her as she slid over his leg and knelt between his knees with the lotion in her hand. Little One squeezed a generous amount onto her fingers and gripped his cock at the base and slid up the shaft, turning the palm of her hand over the head. Daddy inhaled quickly and held his breath a moment, bearing down on his stomach. He looked at her through half open eyes. Little One was looking at his cock, not his face. She looked up through her long eye lashes and smiled. 

"Is this something, Daddy sir?" she asked. She continued to stroke Daddy's cock with a slow firm grip, lotion squeezing out between her fingers.

"Yes, Little One," Daddy said between short breaths. "That's perfect." Her smile became a wicked grin. Little One wiped the excess lotion from the head of his cock with the middle finger of her right hand and pushed it between Daddy's cheeks, pressing into his anus. This time it slipped in easily and she curled her finger upward, hoping for the same reaction as before. The muscles in Daddy's hips clenched and she felt his cock pulse in her fist. 

"Daddy, I love your cock," she purred. "I love to hold it and stroke it." Daddy closed his eyes, lost in Little One's soft voice and her softer hands. Her finger was pressing his prostate in the perfect spot in perfect rhythm with the hand stroking his cock. Little One could feel the tension building in his groin. "I love your cock, Daddy. I want to watch you cum. Do it for me, Daddy." She tightened her grip on his cock and pumped faster, knowing Daddy's orgasm was near.

"Cum for me, Daddy. Show me Daddy. I want to see it." Little One thought her heart would explode as she felt something inside Daddy's ass press back against her finger. The first thick jet of semen fired through his penis and shot from the head, roping across her fingers, dripping to Daddy's stomach. Daddy opened his mouth wide and roared her name as she kept stroking, coaxing more jets, each smaller than the last, until she felt the last pulse. 

Daddy lie still, his eyes closed, his chest rising with deep breaths and a slight smile on his face. Little One pulled her finger from his anus. Daddy flinched one last time. She rubbed her slick hands on the towel and then gently wiped the lotion and semen from Daddy's cock and stomach. Little One straddled Daddy's stomach and leaned over his chest. He opened his eyes to see her face close to his with her familiar satisfied sweet smile.

"Does your shoulder feel better now, Daddy?" she asked?

"Yes, much better," he said, smiling back up to her, "but I may need more therapy." 

"I hope so, Daddy," Little One said, smiling and rocking on Daddy's stomach. "I've wanted to do that for a long time."

"Give me a massage?" Daddy said with a grin. 

"No, I meant," Little One stopped in mid sentence. "I meant put my," she stammered. She felt her face get warm and knew she was blushing and had to break away from Daddy's gaze. She swallowed, took a breath and continued quietly. "I meant, put my finger in your bottom, the way you do to me. I wanted to see if you like it as much as I do." Little One bit her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. She took another deep breath and looked back down. "Did you like it, Daddy? Did I do it right?" Daddy's smile became a grin.

"Oh, Little One," he said, his voice dropping to a slow growl. "You did that just perfect." Daddy put his hand against Little One's stomach and rubbed his fingers across her mound. Little One pushed up on her knees to let Daddy slip his hand under her. Little One shivered as Daddy's finger curled though her lips and pushed inside her. He pulled his hand free, brought it to his mouth and licked it clean. Little One felt a familiar shiver start high in her back and run straight to her pussy. The hungry look in Daddy's eyes stirred something inside her and she felt the contractions squeeze cream through her pussy lips. Little One squirmed to press her pussy against the matted hair on his stomach. He reached across the bed to grab Little One's pillow and added to the pillow under his head. 

Daddy reached down to hold Little One's ankles and pulled her feet forward, straightening her knees. Little One was off balance and thought she would fall backwards, but Daddy raised his knees against her back. He watched the startled look on her face change to comfort as she wriggled to settle her back against his thighs. Daddy spread his knees. She fell back again and he caught her under the arms with the tops of his feet. 

"Daddy!" she squealed, "What are you doing?" Daddy raised his legs and held her by the back of the knees, lifting Little One off his stomach, her pussy spread open, inches from his face. Little One giggled as Daddy swung her in the air. She could feel his breath on her pussy. He seemed so close, but not touching. Little One tried to raise up, but could not move her arms, held like she was caught in net. She pushed her knees and Daddy held her a little higher. Little One realized Daddy enjoyed this game of holding her, unrestrained but helpless and unable to move.

He inhaled and filled his lungs with the smell of her cream mixed with rich musk of her anus. It was a mix Daddy could not resist. On any morning when he had to leave Little One in bed, the last thing he did before leaving, was to pull the covers back to expose Little One's white round ass and pull her cheeks apart to run his tongue across her cocoa colored anus, filling his mouth with the night's flavor. It was a taste he savored until the first cup of coffee washed it away. 

He slowly brought Little One's wrinkled bud to his mouth and closed his lips over it for a sucking kiss. Little One closed her eyes and sighed. She loved the feeling of Daddy's tongue on her asshole. Daddy pulled his tongue slowly across Little One's anus and up towards her pussy lapping the cream that flowed from her swollen lips. Little One let her head drop back. Daddy felt her long hair brush his calves as she swayed in her perch. She moaned softly as Daddy's tongue probed the petals of her pussy, running through every fold, darting inside her vagina, searching for more cream. 

Little One's moan turned slowly to a groan as she tried to arch her back and bring Daddy's tongue to her clitoris. Daddy was moving slow, pushing his tongue into every fold and then sucking it between his lips. Each stroke of his tongue moved higher in her slit, teasing Little One with quick darts around her clit. Little One's pussy felt warm against his face, as the lips turned magenta, engorged with blood. Daddy shifted Little One's limp body, bringing her clitoris to his mouth. He circled it slowly, never directly touching, feeling the plump bud swell as he teased it. 

Little One began to tremble, a rapid shiver shook her thighs as she to tried to close her legs around Daddy's head. She felt his lips close over her clitoris, soft and warm, pressing lightly. 

"Daddy," she moaned, "Please Daddy, do it to me. Please, Daddy. I need it." The words choked off and her voice became a whimper. Daddy pressed harder and sucked lightly. Little One tried to wave her arms, but could only bend her elbows.

"Yes, Daddy, yes." she cried. Little One tried to thrust her clitoris against Daddy's mouth, but had nothing to react against and only flailed in mid air. Daddy sucked harder, drawing her clitoris between his lips and held it, feeling it swell even more. He released it just a bit to let it slip back, sucked again and repeated, giving Little One's clitoris a slow mouth fuck. Little One wanted to grab Daddy's head and press him tight to her pussy, but her fingers grasped the air. Little One's cries and moan drove him to suck harder and run the flat of his tongue over her captured clitoris. 

Wordless noises came from her throat as a spasm rippled down her spine, nearly pulling her pussy from Daddy's mouth. Daddy held firm, not breaking the rhythm of his lips, pulling and licking as Little One bucked, arching her back upward kicking her heels against his forearms. She suddenly froze, her spine locked and shoulders pressed hard against Daddy's feet. Little One's head fell back and her mouth opened for one long shrill scream, which shut off with a choke and she collapsed, sagging limp. Daddy released her clitoris and turned his head to kiss the inside of her thigh. 




Daddy and Little One Ch. 16



He set her down on his stomach and slipped his knees behind her, holding her from falling backwards. She sat there, her knees apart and shoulders slumped forward, with her hair tossed in her face. Little One swallowed and tried to speak. Her mouth opened, but she could not form words. After a few more breaths, she tried again. Her head was still swimming when a complete thought finally formed.

"Daddy, how do you know how to do things like that?" she said, with a tone of amazement. Daddy reached up to her and pulled her down to lie on his chest. 

"I've been doing this sort of thing for a very long time, Little One," he answered as he put his arms around her. She closed her eyes and wondered for a moment what Daddy meant. She knew Daddy must have had other lovers before her, but she had never thought of Daddy doing to them, the things he did to her. She opened her eyes and tried to put the thought out of her head.



Daddy and Little One Ch. 17



Little One stepped out of the tub and pulled a towel from the bar. The smell of food cooking suddenly made her feel hungry. It was Christmas eve and Daddy was home early. He was now in the kitchen, preparing a Christmas Eve feast for two and filling the house with wonderful smells. 

Little One dried quickly and pulled on her terry cloth robe. It was a little chilly and her nipples rubbed against the soft cloth as she tied the belt. She stepped quickly down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Daddy was busy moving from one pot to the other, adding something to one, stirring another, working so all would be ready to serve at the same time. A wok sat over the large burner, with a wisp of smoke rising from the oil. Daddy picked up a bowl of chopped red and green bell peppers and tossed it into the hot oil. A cloud of steam rose up and Daddy turned down the heat and dropped a lid over the wok. 

Little One sat on the tall stool, next to the kitchen island and watched Daddy work. It was warm in the kitchen and she loosened the robe, pushing the collar off her shoulders and letting her cleavage show. Daddy looked across the island and smiled at her. Little One's hair was pinned up to keep it out of the bath water and her slender exposed neck called him. He wiped his hands on the kitchen towel and stepped around the island to her. Little One tilted her head, expecting a kiss, but Daddy's lips went to the curve of her neck. He inhaled slowly, drawing in the scent of her skin and tasting the trace of soap. 

"You smell so good," he said as he pulled away from her neck and lightly kissed her lips. "I need your help for a bit, Little One."

"Please, Daddy," she said, "What can I do? Little One slid off the stool and followed Daddy to the prep counter where a large orange and a handful of cherries were draining in a colander. 

"I need you to slice the orange and chop the cherries for our Christmas punch," Daddy said as he pulled a long slender knife from the rack. "Be careful, not to lose a finger." 

Little One went to work as Daddy pulled two bottles, a brandy and a white wine, from the pantry and put them by the stove. A mixture of sugar and water simmered in a large sauce pan. Little One scooped up the orange and cherry pieces and brought them to Daddy. 

"Thank you , Little One," he said, concentrating on the other pots on the stove. "Drop the orange and cherries in the sugar water, but don't get splashed." Little One gently slid the fruit into the hot water. Daddy pulled the oven door open, pulled out the pork loin and the smell of roast pork filled the kitchen. Daddy left the roasting pan on the oven rack and returned to the sugar water. 

"This smells good, Daddy," Little One said. "What is it going to be?" Daddy leaned over and sniffed the fog rising from the pan. 

"This is our Christmas punch, Little One," he replied. "Stir, while I pour in the brandy." Little One made slow circles in the pan with a wooden spoon while Daddy pulled the cork from the brandy and poured is carefully into the sugar water. Alcohol fumes billowed up, making Little One's head spin. She blinked her eyes and leaned her head on Daddy's arm. 

"Daddy, are we supposed to drink it?" she laughed. Daddy poured about half of the wine into the pan and turned the flame off. 

"I think you'll like it, Little One," he said and pulled her to him, rubbing his nose against her cheek. "Lets set the table and eat." 

Daddy and Little One quickly put plates and silverware out. Daddy carved slices of pork loin for each of them and spooned the steamed vegetables and green beans onto their plates. 

"Christmas colors for Christmas Eve," Little One observed. Daddy brought two tall thin mugs to the table and filled each with the Christmas punch.

"Take a small sip, Little One," he warned. "Its rather strong." Little One held the cup to her lips and took a small tentative sip. The aroma of orange and cherry filled her nose. The punch was thick and tart. The first sip made her throat feel warm all the way to her stomach. 

"Daddy,:" Little One said, smiling across the mug, "Your punch is wonderful. We should have it more often." 

"Sip it slowly, Little One," Daddy chided. "I'm sure you didn't drink much brandy at the Home." 

"Madame was very strict about liquor, Daddy, but we smuggled wine and vodka into our rooms all the time. It was easy on weekends." Little One took another sip and giggled. "Edith and I mixed the vodka with fruit punch and called it jungle juice." Daddy grinned at her and then broke into a laugh. 

"I am familiar with jungle juice, Little One," he said. 

The plates were soon empty and Daddy filled both mugs again as Little One cleared the table. Little One was singing softly to herself as she put the plates in the dishwasher rack. Daddy looked over his shoulder and tried to estimate how much punch Little One had drunk. One mug, certainly, maybe two. He thought about putting the rest of the punch away, but decided Christmas was special. They were soon sitting close together on the sofa, watching the ceramic logs in the fire place glow red over the gas flames. Little One held her mug in both hands and kept sipping at it. 

"This is the nicest Christmas Eve, I have enjoyed in quite a while, Little One," Daddy said wistfully. "The shop is always so busy before Christmas, by Christmas Eve, all I want to do is rest. I never even thought about a Christmas tree until just now." Little One laid her head on Daddy's shoulder. 

"I had plenty of Christmas trees at the Home, Daddy," she said. 

"What was Christmas like there, Little One?" 

Little One raised her head and took another sip of punch. 

"Christmas was my favorite time," Little One began. They always made a big affair out of it. There was a big tree and all the girls made the decorations for it. People would visit and bring presents for all the poor little orphan girls and wish us Merry Christmas, and then we would never see them again." Little One giggled and continued. "The day after Christmas, we all sat down wrote thank you notes, as proper young ladies do. I wanted to say, Thank you for the lovely socks, they are much lovelier than the socks I got for Christmas last year, but no, I never wrote that. Just thank you for the lovely socks." Little One giggled again and emptied her mug. "May I have some more punch, Daddy?" Daddy looked at her crooked smile and could not help smiling himself. 

"Lets wait a bit, Little One. We might want some tomorrow," he said. Little One set her mug on the end table and lay her head on Daddy's shoulder again. "What was your favorite part of Christmas, Little One."

"That's easy, Daddy," she said and sighed. "The Nutcracker. We always went to the ballet for Christmas. I don't know how many times I have seen it, but I love it so much." 

"The Nutcracker?" Daddy asked. "I haven't seen it years. I don't remember the last time."

"Its wonderful, Daddy. When I was older, I saw how sexy it was. When Clara falls asleep under the Christmas tree with the Nutcracker in her arms, it would make my pussy wet, knowing he would turn into a live prince. I used to pretend I was Clara, waiting for Drosslemeyer to come take me away from the Home." Little One wrapped her hands around Daddy's arm and rubbed her face against his shoulder. "Then one day, my Drosslemeyer walked in the door and carried me away." 

Little One's voice trailed off to a whisper and her head was limp on Daddy's shoulder. Daddy pulled her onto his lap and stood up, holding her like an infant. Little One was vaguely aware Daddy was walking up the stairs. He carried her to her bedroom, where the covers were turned down and lay her gently on the bed. Little One felt Daddy's familiar beard brush her cheek and heard her door close. 

Little One was not sure how long she had been asleep, or if she had fallen asleep at all. There was music playing somewhere and she was trying to separate the still night of her room from a dream. Little One opened her eyes and saw the bedroom door open. There was a light on in the hall, near the stairs. The music was very faint, but she recognized the tune. It was the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy. The notes slowed as Little One slid off the bed and pulled her collar tight against the chilled air. She still wondered if she was dreaming, but the cold floor seemed very real to her bare feet. The music was slowing as she stepped into the hall and saw a small box at the top of the stairs. 

Little One knelt as the last few notes of Sugar Plum Fairy rang from the open box. It was a shiny black jewelry music box with the lid open. Little One picked it up. It seemed heavy for its size. She twisted the key on the side and it began to play again. The tune took her back to the ballet, where she was holding hands with the Prince, watching the Sugar Plum Fairy and her dancers. Little One closed the jewelry box and cradled it in one arm so she could hold the banister as she walked down the stairs. She was still dizzy from the punch and did not feel steady until both feet were on the carpet. Little One stood in the door to the front room and tried to focus her eyes in the dim light. 

Santa Claus was bent over, reaching into a large sack. He looked like Santa, with red pants tucked into tall black boots. The pants were stretched tight across his ass. Little One could not remember noticing that part of Santa before. Santa stood up and Little One could see two small packages on the floor by the fireplace. Santa's wide black belt drew his red jacket tight around his waist. This was not a jolly fat Santa Claus, but a wide shouldered trim one. Little One set the jewelry box on the table by the door and watched this Santa back away from the fireplace. 

She had come down the stairs thinking she was in a dream of the Nutcracker and now her dream had become the Night Before Christmas. The thought of it made her giggle and just as in that poem Santa turned to face her, his stocking cap and white fur ball falling over his face. Daddy pulled the cap off and smiled at Little One.

"Merry Christmas, Little One" he said. Little One bounced across the room and leapt as if she was trying to jump over him. Daddy caught her around the waist and hugged her tight, letting her down slowly. Little One's smile lit the room and she pressed her lips to his. 

"I love you Santa Daddy," she squealed and giggled. 

"Would you like to open your presents, Little One," Daddy asked. Little One suddenly felt very quiet inside. It had not occurred to her, the little packages were for her. Bring your jewelry box over here." Little One looked puzzled and realized the musical jewelry box was her first Christmas present from Daddy. He took the jewelry box, gave the key an extra turn and put it on the hearth with the lid open, Sugar Plum Fairy singing beside them. 

Little One sat on the floor beside Daddy and he handed her the smallest package. Little One recognized the gold foil box from Daddy's dress shop. She pulled the ribbon off and could smell sweet flowers. Little One opened the box to find a small blue frosted glass bottle. She pulled it out and read the label, Blue Gardenia Parfume. Little One unscrewed the crystal gardenia blossom cap and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. She tipped the bottle onto her finger tip and dabbed behind each ear, smiling with her eyes fixed on Daddy's, and then wiped her finger on his mustache. 

"Thank you, Daddy," she said. Daddy smiled but did not say anything, but handed the large box to her. It was wide and flat, made from the same shiny gold card board. Little One expected to find a dress inside, but opened it to find three different size clamshell boxes. She had seen boxes like this in jewelry stores. Daddy took the smallest clam shell and popped it open. Little One's mouth fell open and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. Inside the little box was a delicate ring, set with a brilliant emerald. Daddy took the ring in his fingers and held it up to Little One's face. 

"The color is perfect. I wanted to match your eyes," he said and lifted Little One's hand to slide the ring on her finger. 

"Daddy, its beautiful," Little One whispered. She held her hand up and the light from the fire danced through the facets of the emerald. Little One looked back to Daddy and he was holding the second box. It opened to reveal earrings, two thin gold leaves, each holding a pear shaped emerald, like a drop of dew. Little One swallowed hard and held one in her fingers. It swung from its hook, waving like a real leaf. She was worried the holes in her ears had closed, but each earring slipped into place with no effort. 

Daddy held up the largest box. Little One could not imagine what it held. She held her breath as Daddy slowly opened the box and turned it to the light. Little One had never seen anything so beautiful in her life, a gold chain necklace with seven emeralds, each held on a gold leaf, like her earrings. The center emerald and leaf was larger than the others and swung on a ring. Daddy fastened the necklace around her neck. The short chain hung just below the points of her collar bone. Daddy leaned close to kiss her and saw a single tear escape from her eye. He caught it with his tongue as it ran down to the corner of her mouth and kissed her.

"I love you, Daddy," Little One said in a soft whisper. "I don't have a present for you."

"Little One, ever day with you is a present," he answered. Little One jumped to her feet and ran to the front hall and stood before the tall mirror. She could only stare at herself, the earrings swinging as she turned her head and the green stones standing out against her white skin. She put her hand to her throat and felt the serrated edge of the leaf and the facets of the gem, running her fingers over the pendent. 

I have a present for Daddy, she thought and let her robe slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor. Daddy was still sitting by the fire when she walked back into the front room, put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him to the floor, sitting on his stomach. 

"Merry Christmas, Santa Daddy," she said with a grin and worked the big black buttons of the red jacket loose, working down to the belt buckle and pulling it open to expose Daddy's hairy chest. Little One ran her fingers through the thick fur and squirmed as she felt Daddy's cock move under her. Little One dropped down on her arms, kissing his mouth, pressing hard and forcing her tongue against his. The necklace dangled against his chin and dragged across his throat as Little One's mouth worked over his cheek, stopping to suck his ear lobe before biting at his neck and then sliding down to rub her nose in his chest hair. 

Little One slid off of Daddy. Her teeth found a nipple and plucked at it, sucking it into her mouth as a hand slid inside the Santa pants to find Daddy's cock straining against the fabric. Little One fumbled with the snap and the elastic waist band popped open, letting Daddy's cock stand up. Daddy groaned as her smooth fingers stroked the underside, pushing a drop of semen from the tip. Little One's hand rubbed over the head, smearing the fluid down the shaft. Little One abandoned Daddy's nipple to catch the next drop with her tongue, her lips sealing around the head and pushing down, taking all of his cock in her mouth. 

Daddy ran his fingers through her hair and over her cheek, touching her lips and feeling his cock slide into her mouth. Little One pulled her mouth off of his cock and caught Daddy's thumb in her teeth, growling and tugging as she pulled her knee over his thigh to straddle his cock. She reached between her legs and held Daddy's cock to her wet slit, leaned back and felt it slip inside her. She closed her eyes and sighed as she felt her weight settle down on Daddy's groin, his cock deep in her pussy. 

Daddy opened his eyes to see Little One above him, her arms limp at her sides and her head tilted back. He rocked his hips, pushing her forward to catch her hands on his chest. Little One opened her eyes and gave Daddy a wicked grin. She pulled her knees up and put her feet flat on the floor at his sides. Little One took a deep breath and raised her ass , pulling off Daddy's cock and then squatting back down, rocking on her hands. Daddy put his hands around her wrists and arched his back, keeping his cock at the perfect angle as Little One began to rise and fall, pumping his cock, squeezing her pussy as tight as possible, feeling the head of Daddy's cock pull through the lips and push down before it could slip free. 

Little One was soon lost in her own world, feeling Daddy's cock plunge into her and pull out at the perfect speed and rhythm. She could hear Daddy groan and growl, but he seemed far away. His grip on her wrists grew tighter as she moved faster, her back rippling as she slammed down on his cock. Daddy was lost as well, with nothing but Little One's hands on his ribs and her pussy holding his cock. Little One could feel the pressure building in her pussy, the heat moving through her thighs and up her stomach. Daddy began to thrust up to meet her, his cock pulsing, without the usual build up. Little One could not slow her motion, the contractions of her orgasm milked his cock, holding it tight as the sensations became intense, almost painful. 

Daddy pulled Little One's arms forward, pulling her down on his chest. Little One dug her fingers into Daddy's chest hair, rubbing her face against it, feeling the contractions deep inside her fade away. The next thing she was aware of was Daddy's hands stroking her back. Little One pushed up and kissed Daddy under his chin. Daddy hugged her tight, pressing her breasts flat against his chest. Little One rose up, breaking his grip and kissed him.

"Merry Christmas, Santa Daddy," she smiled. 



Daddy and Little One Ch. 18



Little One watched herself in the full length mirror as she walked slowly across her room, naked except for high heels. She turned to face the mirror, carefully studying herself. She tried to imagine standing on the runway at Daddy's dress shop, with a room full of people looking at her. 

It would have to be easier, wearing clothes, even just a bra and panties. Little One pulled sat at her vanity and opened a drawer to reveal a rainbow of bras and panties. She loved the different colors, all shades of soft warm pastels and cool shiny colors. Little One ran her fingers through the drawer, feeling the different textures, soft and smooth, and pulled out her favorite bra and panties, a satin green set with lace trim. 

This was also Daddy's favorite. He said the green made her eyes flash. Little One pulled the panties on without removing her heels, careful not to snag the delicate cloth. She stood up and bent over to let her breasts fall into the bra cups and stood to adjust the straps. 

Little One again imagined the mirror was her audience and turned to one side and then the other. She thought of being watched as she walked down the run way. This excited her and she felt a familiar quiver between her legs and it brought her out of her reverie. How, she wondered, did lingerie models prevent a wet spot from showing when they strutted with all those eyes on them? She tugged at the waist band of her panties, pulling them tight over her mound. 

The thin fabric creased through the lips, pressing against her clitoris, making muscles in her stomach ripple. Little One's finger tips caressed her stomach and slipped inside the waist band. She could see the outline of her red fingernails through the sheer fabric, and watched them cup over her mound as her middle finger pressed into the lips. Little One's eye lids began to close slowly as the delicious feeling between her legs began to spread. Models only walk in front of people, she thought, they don't play with their pussy on the runway. What would Daddy think if she rubbed herself like this, with a hundred people watching her? Little One pressed her hand tighter against herself and her eyes opened wide. She felt a few raspy short hairs close to her thigh. The sexy feeling quickly drained away. Daddy would have to do something about this. 

Little One gathered her thoughts and slipped on her silk robe. Daddy seemed amused, the first time Little One asked if she could be a model in one of the fashion shows at his dress shop, but she was persistent and he agreed to let her do it. The Spring show was a small one. It was lingerie only. The audience would only be a few dozen people, mostly owners of other exclusive dress stores, who sold Daddy's line of clothes and lingerie. There would only be three models and Little One intended to be one of them. 

Today would be the fitting day, where she would try on the pieces she would wear in the show, and perhaps practice her walk on a real runway. 

Little One pulled her hair off her shoulders with a band and composed herself for a moment. She took a deep breath, pulled the robe open, so it lay to each side of her breasts and practiced her runway walk across the hall to Daddy's bedroom. 

Daddy was standing naked in front of the bathroom sink, shaving lather still covering one side of his neck as he pulled his long razor down the underside of his chin to his collar line. Little One stood in the doorway, waiting for him to notice her. Daddy made a few more slow strokes, lay the razor down and wiped his neck clean. He turned to see Little One watching him, smiled and raised his chin to her. 

"Did I miss any spots, Little One?" he asked. Little One returned his smile and stepped close to him. Her heels made her tall enough to kiss his neck with only a slight stretch. She rubbed her cheek against Daddy's neck and sighed. When her hand brushed his cock, it stiffened against her and she felt the quiver in her pussy again, which reminded her why she was there. 

"Daddy," she said quietly, nuzzling her nose against his neck, "I wish my pussy was this smooth. I think I need a touch up." Daddy pushed his cock against her hip, feeling the satin fabric rub the head and down the shaft, as he folded a towel and laid it on the vanity top. Little One curled her bottom lip and slid her panties down her thighs. Daddy picked her up by the waist and sat her on the towel. She pulled her feet up and held her knees together so Daddy could pull her panties off past her heels. Little One took a deep breath when she looked though her thighs and saw his cock standing out straight. Daddy looked down to see Little One's pussy lips barely parted to expose a coral pink sliver coated with the glistening of her cream. He paused for a minute, mentally counting the minutes and deciding there was not enough time to carry her back bed and still be at the shop in time for their appointment. 

Daddy took his shaving mug and brush in hand, whipped the shaving soap and delicately painted Little One's pussy white with the stiff lather. Little One closed her eyes and leaned against the mirror. She loved the feeling of Daddy's fingers, pulling her tight so the razor could slide across her with slow easy strokes. Little One listened to the razor wisk down the strap a dozen times and then Daddy's strong hands pushed her thighs apart. She was soon smooth and slick again. Little One squirmed as Daddy rubbed the towel through her thighs and patted her dry. Daddy heard a soft sound that was something between a whimper and a sigh. He looked to see Little One, biting her lip again. 

"Daddy," she pleaded, "Touch me like that again. Please." Daddy smiled and thought again of the time. We can be a little late, he thought, took his shaving brush from the cup and held it under the hot water until it rinsed clean. Little One's fingers stoked her newly slick pussy. She pulled her hand away to watch Daddy run the warm brush over her clitoris. It was like a hot tongue, but hotter and softer. Little One put her hands flat against the insides of her thighs to keep them from trembling as Daddy kept dancing the brush over her button. She pushed her thighs farther apart, trying to press her clitoris against the brush. 

Little One began to feel light. It was a familiar feeling. She closed her eyes and began to rise off the vanity, Daddy's brush raising her in the air with no effort. The brush carried her to Daddy's mouth and left her suspended in mid air, floating as his lips closed over her pussy, pulling her clitoris between his teeth and rolling his tongue over it. His strong hands curled over her ass and she felt like a cup pouring into his mouth. Daddy's right hand kept the brush stoking in slow circles over her clitoris while he pressed his left hand into the hollow of her thigh, his thumb against her brown anus, pushing gently and rubbing the wrinkles of her pucker. Little One felt a spasm somewhere deep inside. She tried to resist and postpone the inevitable end. She opened her eyes to see Daddy looking down on her and took short quick breaths, still wanting to hold back and prolong his touch. 

"Do it," she heard him say. It was the firm, but gentle, tone of voice, which always pushed her over the edge. "Show me, Little One. Show me how good it feels." Little One's fingers curled, pinching into her thigh, her nails digging into the skin and then extended straight, trying to bend backwards. She felt a whistle in her ears, like a wind that carried Daddy's voice to her and then silence as she closed her eyes for a moment and all sensation except the contractions between her legs vanished. 

"Little One," she heard Daddy say, "You need to get dressed. We will be a little late." Little One opened her eyes. Daddy was still standing there, his cock still rigid, maybe even harder than before. 

"Yes, Daddy," she replied through short breathes. "I'll be dressed right away." 

SalesLady met Daddy and Little One at the front door of the shop. 

Good morning, Sir." she said politely. She smiled at Little One. "Good morning Little One. It is very nice to see you again." Little One smiled back at her and looked around the large front room of the shop. The day she had spent here, trying on dresses for Daddy seemed like a long time ago. Little One pinched her skirt in her fingers and instinctively made the slight curtsy she learned at the Home. 

"Thank you, SalesLady. It is nice to see you, too." Little One replied. A tall man, who resembled Daddy, stepped into the room. He studied Little One carefully and she felt uncomfortable under his gaze. She looked to Daddy, who had a cross expression on his face. 

"Sir," SalesLady said, "I was about to say, your cousin is waiting to see you." Daddy took a deep breath. 

"Hello, Michael. What do you need today?" Daddy said. The strain in his voice was obvious to Little One. She looked back to Michael. He had Daddy's blue eyes, but was younger and no beard.

"Robert," Michael said, with forced cheer, "Why would I need something? And, where are your manners?" Little One was startled. She had never thought of Daddy having a name other than Sir. 

"Forgive me," Daddy replied with the same forced cheer, "Little One, this is my cousin, Michael. Michael, this is Little One." Little One waited, hoping to hear Daddy give more explanation of who she was. If Michael was a cousin, she ought to have some sort of label as well. 

"Ah, Little One," Michael said. His smile was suddenly very charming. Michael extended his hand to her. Little One held her hand out to him, half expecting him to kiss it, but he only squeezed it gently. Little One smiled back and wondered why Daddy seemed so displeased to see his cousin. "It is very nice to meet you, Little One. SalesLady tells me, you are going be a model in Robert's next show." Little One started to curtsy again, but Daddy's thinly veiled displeasure stopped her. 

"Thank you," she replied. "It is very nice to meet you. I am excited about the show." 

"Little One," Saleslady interrupted, "Evangeline and Clothilde are in the fitting room. Let's go meet them and leave gentlemen alone, shall we." Little One was more than a bit relieved to leave the tension of the front room. 

"Daddy doesn't seem very happy with his cousin, does he?" she said to Saleslady as they entered the long hallway to the back of the store. "He seems very nice."

"You will need to ask Sir about that, Little One." Saleslady said curtly. "Michael only comes around when he is in trouble or needs money." Little sensed from Saleslady's voice, she was not fond of Michael either. 

"Who are Evangeline and Clothilde?" Little One asked. 

"They are models. They have worked in Sir's shows many times. If you want to be a model, you should pay attention and learn as much as you can." 

Evangeline and Clothilde were standing with their backs to the door when Little One and Saleslady entered the fitting room. Little One was struck by how tall each woman was, even in flat shoes. Both seemed very casually dressed, for models. Little One had imagined they would both appear in fine dresses, but each was wearing cut-off shorts and a tight t-shirts. Evangeline's blonde hair was styled in curls that held it off her shoulders and neck. Clothilde's hair was straight and red, hanging halfway down her back. 

"Ladies," Saleslady said, "This is Little One. She will be working the show with you." They turned together and seemed surprised to see Little One. Little One smiled at them, but they looked at each other before smiling back, as if checking the others reaction before deciding if they liked her. Little One could see her own face in the mirror behind them. Their make up was perfect. She suddenly felt quite plain, wishing she had spent more time on her face, earlier that morning. 

"I'm Vangie," the tall blonde said. Little One kept smiling as she took her time looking Vangie over. Her breasts seemed large for her very narrow waist and slim hips. 

"I'm Cloey," said the red haired woman. Little One thought Cloey was better proportioned than Vangie, with a thin figure more like she imagined a model to have. Both women seemed very confident and comfortable. Little One began to feel a little uneasy with the way they looked at her. 

Saleslady pointed to three clear plastic tubs that sat against the wall. Little One was pleased to see her name on the middle tub between the ones with labels for Evangeline and Clothilde. 

"Try on all the pieces in your tub," She ordered. "If anything doesn't fit, don't put it back in the tub. Leave it on the counter and I'll deal with it later." Saleslady turned and walked out of the room. Little One assumed Saleslady would stay and supervise the fitting. Now she was alone with Vangie and Cloey, uncertain what to do. 

"Honey, I can't call you Little One. What's your real name?" Clothilde asked. 

"It is my name," Little One answered. Clothilde and Evangeline traded glances. Little One wondered if they could hear each other think.

"Oh," Clothilde responded, "I thought it was a stage name. I mean it fits. You are so little and cute. How long have you been working? I've never seen you before." 

Little One had to replay Clothilde's words through her mind twice. 

"Working?" she asked, "I've never modeled before. I asked Daddy if I could be in this show." Evangeline and Clothilde looked at each other again. 

"Your Daddy is a friend of Robert's, I suppose," Evangeline said. Little One smiled slightly. These women acted like they knew everything in the world, she thought, but there were some things they didn't know. 

"Daddy is Robert," Little One said, with great satisfaction. The name was strange on her tongue. Both women's mouths opened slightly, but neither spoke. Little One could see each one carefully considering what they had just heard. 

"I never knew Robert had any chil-," Evangeline said, but broke off in mid sentence. She pointed at Little One and blurted, "Cloey, she's Robert's new toy." 

"On my God," Clothilde exclaimed. "I'm going to call you Lucky One. I heard somebody was keeping him busy, but I had no idea it was a," Clothilde paused, searching for a word. "a little one." Little One felt her face get hot. She had not expected this reaction. She was not sure what to say now. 

"Well, you are a lucky one, that's for sure," Evangeline sang. "Where is he keeping you? I bet he put you in condo in the Towers, and a car too, right?" Little One swallowed and tried keep her voice calm. 

"I don't drive. I live in Daddy's house," she said tersely and added, "With him." Evangeline and Clothilde were silent again, each trying to keep their smile from becoming a smirk. 

"Vangie," Clothilde sighed, "I never thought I would live long enough to hear a woman say those words." Evangeline was lost in thought for a moment. She seemed about to say something, but thought better of it. Her attention turned to the tubs of lingerie. 

"Lets get to work. I don't want to be here all day, trying on panties," she said and placed the tub on the long dressing counter. 

Clothilde pulled her shirt off, tossed it and then unsnapped her shorts, to let them drop down her legs and kicked them onto the counter beside her shirt. Evangeline stripped just as fast. Little One turned her back and pulled her dress over her head and hung in on the hook above her tub. She tried to seem disinterested in the two women. She was used to dressing in front of others, but she had never been so close to such beautiful women and now they were stripping naked as if they were unaware of her.

Little One pulled her bra off and slipped her panties down and off her feet. Little One turned around to see Evangeline's and Clothilde's backs to her. Each woman's ass was lean and muscular. Clothilde's skin was milky white, even paler than Little One, but Evangeline was light brown from head to toe, no tan lines anywhere. They turned together to face Little One. The pubic hair of each woman was trimmed the same, a vertical strip about an inch wide rose from the slit and was cut off square at the top. Evangeline's fine blonde down stood out against her tanned belly just as Clothilde's thick red fur contrasted with her white skin. It was as if she were back at the Home, sharing her space with naked girls, most of who were prettier and had little time for her. 

"My God!" Clothilde exclaimed, "He does like them young." Evangeline snorted, trying to stifle a giggle. Little One reflexively covered her smooth mound with her hand, feeling a strange modesty come over her. She wanted to say something, but Evangeline and Clothilde had both turned their attention to the garments in the tubs, pulling out bras and panties, lining them up on the counter. 

Little One determined to not let them bother her. She had grown up in this kind of atmosphere, and she was going to ignore them, just as she had then. Still, she wished Saleslady had stayed to help so she would have someone to talk to as well. Saleslady had told her she should pay attention to the two women, but she wasn't sure now, what they might teach her. 

Little One looked pulled the first piece out of her tub and held it up, a fleecy bra and panty set. It felt like lamb's wool, very soft and smooth. She stepped into the panties and pulled them up

"You know who she reminds me of?" Evangeline said, "Pearl girl."

"Who?" Clothilde asked. Little One tried to act as if she hadn't heard, but she wanted to know about 'pearl girl' also.

"Let me tell you," Evangeline sang. "It was a couple years ago at Mardi Gras. You were in Milan, that year."

"I remember the pictures you sent. It looked like fun." Clothilde said wistfully.

"Robert had the entire eighth floor for the company and an entire suite just for our group," Evangeline continued. "That was the year those big plastic pearl strands hit town. Of course, Robert had a case of them. Women were stripping in the streets for those things. Forget flashing your tits. It was bare ass and pussy, or no pearls. I couldn't believe it, but its Mardi Gras, so what can you say?" 

Little One was adjusting her breasts in the fleecy bra, still trying to appear uninterested, but she had seen a strand of the pearls, Evangeline was describing. There was a long strand in Daddy's closet. She could not imagine why anyone would want to wear a forty eight inch strand of plastic beads, but now it made sense. One of her roommates at the Home had actually been to Mardi Gras in New Orleans. She told them about the parades and the beads that were thrown from the parade floats. The men on the floats kept the prettiest beads to the side, and if a woman pulled her shirt up and showed her breasts, she would be rewarded with the fancy plastic beads. At the time, it all seemed very strange to Little One. 

"Robert brought an arm full to the party and he put a strand on all the women, with all kinds of kisses and rubbing all over him. You know how those women get when they've had a few drinks, and then they put on a mask. Robert and I were sitting at his table, he still had a half dozen strands left on his arm when this girl walked up. I knew she was trouble. She wasn't masked. I don't know how she got in, well yeah, I know, but still, she stood out. I think she was a college girl. God, she was hot. Not a straight line on this girl's body. Nice boobs, not too big, round ass and thighs so sweet and thick, I wanted to bite them." Evangeline lowered her voice a bit, but Little One could still hear. "You know how he likes them," just barely raising her brow towards Little One.

Little One felt her ears get a little warmer and realized she was grinding her teeth. 

"She was wearing a Maribou outfit. Pink and white feathered bra, she was nearly falling out it, of course, the same feathers on her g-string. White fishnet stockings and heels, I'm telling you, this girl was Tabasco on fire." Little One could see the girl in her mind. Daddy would like an outfit like that. 




Daddy and Little One Ch. 18



"She just walked up to Robert and asked him what she had to do to get a string of pearls. He tells her, 'Tonight only, it's just a smile'. She gave him the silliest grin you ever saw. That was all it took. He goes to hand her a strand, she reached for them, and Robert squeezes her hand and holds it. He's sitting there staring into her eyes with that smile of his and she just goes blank for second. Then she says, 'What do I have to do for all those beads?' I thought to myself, little girl, you don't know what you're getting into. 

Robert stood up and whispered in her ear, she gives him that silly grin one more time and the last I see of them, they're walking across the dance floor and get lost in the crowd."

Little One could see the whole scene in her head. She knew exactly the smile and the tone of voice. She looked in the mirror and imagined the fleecy bra and thong were covered in Maribou feathers. She pulled the panties off, still wanting to look disinterested in Evangeline's story, but in her mind, all she could see was the pearl girl walking with her hand in Daddy's. Little One wondered what Daddy was doing. How did Vangie know what pearl girl was getting into? 

She was beginning to think modeling would not be as much fun as she imagined. She wished Daddy would walk in the room. He would whisper something in her ear, and Vangie and Cloey could watch them walk out together. 

"Later, I had to pee so bad my teeth were floating. All I wanted was quiet place to sit for a few minutes, so I went back to the suite. I thought I was alone, but, Robert had brought her upstairs. Oh my God, you wouldn't believe the noise this girl was making. I just had to see what he was doing to her. I cracked the door open, just enough to peek in. 

There were feathers all over the floor. He had her on her knees in the middle of the bed, tied to the headboard with strands of pearls. She was wrapped in pearls from her wrists to her elbows, pearls hanging from her neck, pearls around her waist, pearls wrapped around her ankles, pearls everywhere. Her arms were stretched tight, with her tits flat against the bed, and the best part," Vangie paused for the dramatic effect. "Robert had her head pulled back with a strand in her mouth like a bridle and he was pounding her ass like he was beating an old rug and we know what that's like." Little One's mouth dropped open. She suddenly realized, Vangie and Cloey were Daddy's lovers. 

"I can't believe I missed this," Cloey cried. "Did he slap her ass and say, keep your eyes on mine. I want to see your face!" 

Little One had heard as much as she could stand. She grabbed her dress off the hook and ran through the door, pulling it over her head as she entered the hall and slid against the wall, blind and off balance until she could see again. She wanted to run, but the heels were awkward enough just to walk this fast. 

Daddy and Saleslady were standing at the long table to the right of Daddy's desk, looking through a large portfolio when Little One burst through the door.

"Daddy", she cried, "I can't do this. I'm not doing the show." Saleslady stepped behind Little One.

"Sir," she said quietly, "We can continue this later." Saleslady slipped through the door and let it close quietly. Little One pulled her lips tight across her teeth and turned her head.

"Little One", Daddy asked, "What do you mean? You have made a commitment." Little One could feel her pulse beating behind her ears. She swallowed and tried to look into his eyes, but couldn't stand Daddy's disapproval. "Look at me, Little One. What is the matter?" Daddy took her lower jaw in his hand and turned her stricken face up to him. She pulled back and turned away. "Look at me. I want to see your face," Daddy barked. 

Little One suddenly felt the pounding in her ears turn hot. She jerked loose from his grip and stepped away from him. Daddy had never seen this expression on her face. She stood before him like a cat with her shoulders raised and fists clenched. 

"Daddy!" she spat, "Have you fucked every woman you ever met?" Daddy's brow furrowed as he tried to understand her outburst. 

"Little One," he said quietly, "What are you talking about? Why are you so angry?" 

"Why am I angry? What do you think? You bring me to this place and every woman acts like I'm your new toy, if they even act like I'm here at all. You're here all day long with them. I don't know what you do." 

Daddy took a deep breath and leaned back on the table. Little One looked up at him after a moment to see his calm face looking back at her. A slight smile curled his lips. Little One was torn for a moment, his smile made her want to either cry in frustration or scream again in anger, she could not decide which. 

"No, Little One," Daddy said calmly. "You don't know what I do all day long." He paused for a moment and watched her shoulders slowly drop and he could tell she was listening to him. "Let's talk about what you do know." Daddy held his hand out to her and she felt the anger slip away, to be replaced by confusion. Little One reflexively stepped closer and he pulled her to his chest. "What has upset you, Little One?" he whispered. Little One closed her eyes and fought tears.

"Those women," Little One choked, "How do they know the things you say to me?" 

"Those women?" Daddy asked. He thought for a moment. "Ah, Vangie and Cloey. That was a long time ago, before I met you. I'm sure they have heard me say a lot of things." 

Little One pressed her face to Daddy's shirt and let a single sob escape her throat. The pounding in her ears began to slow and fade, until all she could hear was the steady slow drum of Daddy's heart. Daddy stroked her hair and rocked her in his arms. 

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered. "I shouldn't have yelled at you. I just feel so bad." Little One pressed her hands against his chest and pushed away, looking up at his face. "Daddy, am I your toy?" Little One's bottom lip curled in between her teeth and her eyebrows nearly touched. Daddy smiled and put his fingers to her forehead, smoothing the wrinkles. 

"It would be easy for someone to think you are, Little One," he replied. "It might be easy for you to feel like one at times." Daddy paused and brushed the hair from her eyes. Little One could feel the tension in her neck relax as his hand stroked her head. "It's been a very long time since I played with toys." Daddy's voice became soft and low. His fingers slipped under her hair and rubbed the back of her neck. "Little One, you have heard things Vangie and Cloey will never hear." Little One's eyes opened wide and she tilted her head slightly.

"What have they never heard, Daddy?" Little One asked. She could not help lower her head and look at him though her eyelashes. 

"Neither of them has ever heard me say I love you. They never will." Little One's eyes opened wide. "What do I do all day long? I think about you. I wake up every morning and your naked body is pressed to mine and my cock is hard. I don't know how I ever get out of bed. I'm talking on the phone, and all I can think of is biting the back of your neck." Little One felt a shiver run down her back. "I try to read a contract and I think of you, bending over, wearing nothing but my shirt, your sweet little pussy, peeking at me. My cock gets hard and I can't think about anything but coming home to you. If you were here all day, I would never get anything done." Little One smiled and bit her lower lip. She could feel a warm feeling deep in her belly start to build. It always started when Daddy talked soft and low. 

"Daddy," Little One moaned, dragging the second syllable out with a sigh, "What would happen if I were here everyday." Little One's fingers started to work the buttons of Daddy's shirt loose, pulling it from his pants and tugging at the belt. "Would it be hard for you to work?" She pressed her hand to the front of his pants and squeezed his cock through the cloth. "Or just hard?" Daddy ran his finger tip across her lower lip and she pulled it in her mouth, sucking and raking her teeth over the knuckle. Now a shiver ran down his spine. He put his hands on Little One's hips and gathered her dress, pulling it up to find her panties missing, her bare ass under his hands and pulled her to him. 

Little One pressed her nose into Daddy's chest hair and slipped her hand inside his pants, working them down to expose his cock. She kissed his throat and up under his chin as she felt Daddy lift her off the floor and turn to set her down on the table edge. Little One wrapped her fingers in Daddy's collar, pulled her feet up and caught her heels on the table edge. Daddy pulled her to him and she felt his cock press against her slit. Little One arched her back for the perfect angle and felt the head part her pussy lips and slide deep inside. Daddy leaned back to balance the pull on his shirt and began to thrust into her in slow steady strokes. 

"You won't get any work done this way, Daddy," Little One giggled. Daddy rocked on his feet, and began to pump harder, pushing her back on the table. Little One pushed with her feet to raise her ass and meet Daddy's cock as he drove into her. Daddy's eyes were half closed. Little One knew this look very well. Daddy was lost in the pleasure, unaware of anything except her pussy, squeezing his cock as she bore down, holding him tight. 

She leaned back hanging on her arms, concentrating on Daddy's cock when the office door opened. Little One looked past Daddy to see Vangie and Cloey standing in the doorway, mouths open, shocked by a sight that had been very familiar in another time. Daddy's shirt tail was pulled up, exposing his hard ass and his pants were at his knees, revealing the muscled thighs that pumped his cock faster and faster, slamming into Little One's pussy. 

Little One grinned at the two women, her teeth bared as she tightened the grip on Daddy's cock in rapid spasms, knowing this was more than Daddy could bear. Vangie and Cloey stood frozen as they heard Daddy's growl become a roar. He wrapped his arms around Little One and squeezed her to his chest, picking her up off the table, grinding his cock into her pussy. Little One could just barely see over Daddy's shoulder, staring at the two women, who had not moved a muscle. Daddy relaxed a bit and set Little One back down on the table, with his head resting on her shoulder. Little One watched the door close quietly as she stroked the back of Daddy's neck.

"I like spending the day here, Daddy," she whispered.



Daddy and Little One Ch. 19



Daddy parked the car in a space behind the dress shop. Little One was accustomed to parking near the front door and she had never seen the rear of the building. It was a busy place today. Men were unloading boxes from a caterer's truck and rolling them inside on hand carts.

Daddy held her hand as they walked past the workmen who seemed to pay them no notice as they approached, but each stopped their work to watch Little One walk across the freight dock and through the large doors. Little One noticed several empty wooden crates which once contained Champagne and other wines on the edge of the dock. 

"Daddy, why do we have so much wine at the shop?" Little One asked. 

"There will be a party after the show," he answered. "I am expecting large orders today. All the people who will be here are owners or buyers for clothing stores." 

Loud music with heavy bass blared for a few seconds and shut off. Daddy led Little One to the front show room. All the clothes racks were packed against one wall. A crew of workmen was raising large speakers and lights on stands. A tent-like curtain covered the door to the fitting rooms and a runway extended from it half way across the room. 

Little One stopped and stared. She let go of Daddy's hand and skipped up the steps behind the curtain. Little One strutted down the runway and looked across the empty chairs. She saw them filled with people and heard the music booming as she walked to the end where Daddy was standing. The music and people vanished when he held his hand out to her. Little One bent down and kissed him, holding his hand to her cheek.

"Thank you, Daddy," Little One whispered. "I will do a good job for you." Daddy squeezed her hand and smiled. 

"I know you will, Little One," he said. "They need you in the fitting rooms. I will be very busy until the show starts. I will be watching you on the runway." Daddy put his hand on the back of her neck and held her for another kiss. She closed her eyes and almost lost her balance. 

Little One stood up and shivered to regain her composure. Daddy waved for her to go and she turned to walk back to the curtains. He watched her graceful legs and the fluid swivel of her ass as she walked away.im. Now Daddy imagined people in the seats watching her. These people won't know what hit them, he thought. 

Daddy made a careful survey of the showroom. Everything seemed in place. The sound system and lights were ready. The bartender and the caterer were all in place. He looked at his watch. The buyers would start to arrive in an about an hour and he wanted them to feel pampered all evening. 

The fitting room was crowded with hair stylists, makeup artists and dressers when Daddy walked in. He stood in the door and watched all the activity with satisfaction. Little One sat in her panties before the mirror while the stylist pulled a long tress of hair between her fingers and rolled it up in the curling iron. Her long black hair spilled over her shoulders in large loose flowing curls. 

Vangie sat naked beside Little One while another woman worked on her hair. She seemed unaware of any one else in the room, even the woman pinning her hair. Vangie stared into the mirror and carefully lifted each breast, turning her nipples up to the mirror. Cloey bent over to push her shorts down her legs and stepped out of them. Little One had her back to Daddy. She smiled when she saw Daddy in the mirror. Cloey stood up and noticed Daddy standing in the door. 

"Robert," she said with a grin, "you should announce yourself before walking in." Daddy smiled and looked at his three models and the crowd of women helping them. It pleased Little One to see all the women in the room turn to Daddy and respectfully wait for him to speak. 

"I won't take much of your time," he began. "This is a small show, but it's a big money show. All the people in the gallery are here to spend. We have to make it easy for them to do that. Little One, Cloey, and Vangie, will be walking, but we are all working this show. No breaks in the runway. I want someone leaving as the last comes back in. I want them beautiful, sexy and seductive. I want every man out there to think, this is what I want to see in my bedroom. I want every woman to think, this is what I want to look like in my bedroom. Now Ladies, keep your walk slow, let them see what we are selling. Go out there and walk like what you really want to do is take it all off for them. Let's go." 

Everybody went back to their work as Daddy walked to Little One. She tilted her head back to look up at him with her hair falling down behind her chair. 

"Do you like my hair this way, Daddy," she asked. He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her lightly. Little One twisted her neck and kissed the hand on her right shoulder

"I love the curls, Little One," he answered. "You are going to be wonderful. Just be yourself out there and they will love you."

"Yes, Daddy," she said and took his hand in hers. She held it to her lips and kissed it again. "I'll make you proud." Daddy gave her shoulders one last squeeze.

"Good girl," he said as he kissed her again and turned to leave. 

Saleslady looked out the window to see a tall young man open the passenger door of a white sedan. A silver haired woman stepped out and took his hand. Saleslady recognized Maxine White, owner of a chain of lingerie stores. Her She was one of the company's largest customers. She picked up two show catalogs and waited as the door opened and Maxine stepped into the shop. 

Saleslady smiled and waited for the handsome young man to close the door behind them. Maxine's dress was from the company line and very expensive. Maxine was one of the few women with a sense of fashion sharp enough to impress Saleslady. Her clothes were always a perfect fit, never a crease or a wrinkle. Today her earrings matched her necklace, her pendent, her belt buckle and even the straps of her shoes. 

"Welcome to our Spring Showing, Ms. White," Saleslady said as extended her hand. Maxine took Saleslady's hand and squeezed it as a man might.

"Thank you, Saleslady," Maxine replied, not loosening her grip as she spoke. "Have you met my son Marcus?" Saleslady had tried not to stare past Maxine at the tall young man. Saleslady pulled her hand loose from Maxine's grip and smiled at him. Marcus took her hand and curled his fingers around it. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Marcus," Saleslady said. His hands were smooth, but strong. He looked straight at her with deep brown eyes and a slight friendly smile. 

"Thank you, thank you very much," he replied. Saleslady stifled a giggle. Is he trying to talk like Elvis, she wondered. "I'm glad I could make it here today."

Saleslady wanted for Maxine to speak and draw Marcus's attention so she could look him over carefully. The suit was a perfect cut, as she expected it to be. The shoulders appeared to be padded, but she realized it was all Marcus in the jacket. Saleslady ran her mental dress tape over him. Forty-five inch chest, thirty six inch waist, probably a thirty two inseam. He was tall, but well proportioned. The inseam caught her eye. Marcus's pants were pulled tight in the crotch, with a noticeable bulge against his left thigh. He had the pants tailored to fit like that, she thought. Maxine's boy was a bit of a showoff. 

"Would Robert have a few minutes before the show?" Maxine asked, interrupting Saleslady's reverie. "He hasn't seen Marcus for several years." Saleslady blushed a bit and wondered if Maxine had caught her staring at Marcus's crotch. 

"Certainly, Ms. White," Saleslady answered. "He's in his office. I know he would love to see the both of you." 

"Thank you, again," Marcus said. His smile had turned sly. Saleslady felt a little heat under her ears. 

He caught me checking him out, she thought. Saleslady watched the pair walk down the hall to Sir's office. The seat of Marcus's pants was tapered to pull tight across his buns, but hung loose from the thighs down. He knows what he's doing and does it so well, Saleslady thought. 

Daddy's office was at the end of the hall which passed by the back entrance to the fitting room. Maxine and Marcus heard a shriek and then a giggle as they walked by the door. The laughter of several female voices could still be heard as Maxine stopped at the office door and waited for Marcus to open it.

"Should I knock?" he asked. 

"Always knock on this door, Marcus," she answered. "You never know who he might have in there with him." Marcus smiled and rapped firmly on the door. 

"Come in, whoever you are," bellowed Daddy. Marcus pulled the door open for Maxine and followed her inside. Daddy and Michael stood in front of the big desk. Michael had a stern look on his face. Daddy seemed relieved to have the conversation interrupted. 

"Robert and Michael, in the same room?" Maxine chuckled. "I can't think of a more dangerous combination of manhood." 

"Maxine," Daddy said, holding his arms out. "I hoped you would be here today." Maxine stepped into his arms and pressed her lips to his. Daddy's familiar lime scent made her want to close her eyes and hold him a little longer, but she remembered the other men in the room.

"I couldn't miss the spring show, Robert," Maxine said as she pulled away and held her hand out to Michael. "Michael, how are you?" Michael smiled and bowed his head slightly as he shook her hand. 

"I'm fine, Maxie," he answered, keeping eye contact with her. Maxine could see the stress in his face, almost a look of anger, despite his pleasant tone. Maxine turned back to Daddy.

"Robert, when was the last time you saw Marcus?" Maxine asked. Daddy stepped forward and took Marcus's hand.

"It's been many years," Daddy said as he clasped his left hand around Marcus's cuff. "You look like you have done well."

"He has full charge of the Miami stores, now." Maxine added.

"I am impressed, Marcus," Daddy said. "You'll like what you see today. I'm sure of it"

"Thank you, Sir, "Marcus responded. Marcus wondered if he looked flustered. He had meant to call him Robert, of maybe Mr. Pater, but Sir was all he could manage. His mother and Michael were the only people who had ever called him Robert in his presence. Daddy looked at his watch.

"The show should start in a few minutes. I have seats for both of you on the front row," he said. 

"Marcus," Maxine said. "Why don't you and Michael find our seats for us and let Robert and I talk about the two of you behind your backs." 

"Why not, indeed?" Michael answered, knowing Maxine meant what she said. 

"It is good to see you again, Sir," Marcus said as he and Michael stepped into the hall. 

Vangie was just a little bit ahead of them. She was barefoot, wearing a silk robe and held a champagne bottle by the neck in each hand. She did not notice the two men following her. Michael and Marcus exchanged glances and stepped quietly. Vangie stopped at the fitting room door, unable to turn the knob. She was about to set one bottle down when Marcus reached past her and pulled the door open for her. 

"Thank you so much," said as she stepped through the door. Marcus looked over Vangie's shoulder to see Little One's bare ass. She was wearing only a garter belt with fishnet stockings and put her foot on a chair to straighten the mesh around her knees. She bent to the side, working the net straight on the inside of her calf, letting her pussy peek out from where the curve of her ass met her thigh. Marcus stood with hand was frozen to the door knob and his mouth open. Little One was too busy to notice the two men staring at her from the door way. 

"Excuse me," one of the hair stylists said curtly as she reached for the knob and pulled the door closed. 

"Robert did say you would like what you saw today," Michael said. This is going to be an interesting day, he thought. Marcus did not move for a moment.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," he blurted, "Who was that?" 

"One of the models," Michael answered. "She's a little short for a model."

"She's nothing like any model I've ever seen," Marcus said. 

The two men entered the large showroom. People were standing around, talking in groups. A few found their reserved seats and sat down. Marcus found his name on a hand written card placed on a chair in the middle of the front row. It was carefully centered on a show catalogue. Marcus sat down and sat down and stared at the cover. Three beautiful women struck model like poses. The blonde and the redhead were familiar, but the black haired young woman in then middle was new. The trio stood close together with the tall blonde and redhead slightly behind dark haired one, their hands lightly on her bare shoulders. Her head was tilted slightly down and turned to the side, smiling as if she was about to walk away, expecting him to follow her. 

"Do I need to call somebody for you?" Michael said. "You don't look well." Marcus was not aware he had sat beside him. 

"Who is this girl?" he asked, putting his finger on Little One's cleavage. Michael grinned and looked at his watch. 

"Her name is Little One. You'll see plenty of her in a few minutes," he said. 

Maxine waited for a moment to make sure Marcus and Michael had walked away from the door. 

"What was that all about?" Maxine asked. 

"Michael has never earned or invested a dollar in his whole life," Daddy answered. "He wants me to increase his allowance because he's found love."

"Michael in love?" Maxine sang. "The poor girl. Does she know what she's in for?" Maxine moved closer to Daddy, put her hands over his shoulders and leaned back, looking into his eyes. "I'm bored, talking about Michael. That's not why I came here." Daddy put his hands on her waist and raised an eyebrow.

"Why did you come here, Maxie?" Daddy asked. 

"No fair, calling me Maxie. That doesn't work anymore," Maxine chided him. "What I want to know, Robert. To who, did I lose you?"

"I didn't know I was yours to lose," Daddy answered. 

"You can be a bastard sometime, but I still love you," Maxine said, softening her tone. Daddy put his hands over hers and gently lifted them off his shoulders. 

"That doesn't work either, Maxie, we are too long over that," he replied. Daddy looked at his watch. "Would you like to meet her?"

"She's here at the show?" Maxine asked. 

"She is in the show with Vangie and Cloey," Daddy said with obvious delight. 

"Oh Robert. A model?" Maxine cried. "I thought this was something serious."

Vangie put a towel around the neck of the bottle and twisted the cork loose. Champagne fizzed and soaked through the towel and ran through her fingers. She squealed and tried to side step the drips, dancing to keep her feet clear. Everyone turned around to see Vangie sucking champagne through her fingers. 

"Okay, everybody," she announced. In a few minutes, Little One loses her cherry. That's something we can drink to." Cloey was the first to pull a paper cup from the water cooler and hold it out to Vangie. "Come on, everybody, we're drinking to the cutest ass to ever strut down the runway." 

Cloey passed her cup to Little One, who had been lost in her thoughts and was startled to realize Vangie was talking about her. Little One stood held her cup, feeling it get warm in her fingers as Vangie splashed more in everyone's cups. They turned to Little One looked at her expectantly. Little One felt very self conscious, thinking they wanted her to say something. 

"Umm," she stammered, "Thank you, I think." Vangie filled her own cup and held it up.

"Ladies," she said with mock solemnity, "I present for your consideration, Little One. She is about to experience the closest thing to public sex, except maybe public sex itself." 

Little One's ears felt hot. She had been having thoughts just like that. Vangie tipped her cup back and everyone did the same. Little One took a tentative sip. The cool champagne spread across her tongue. It was not as strong as Daddy's brandy, but it still made her head feel light as she swallowed. Vangie stood ready to fill the cup again. 

"You are going to do great out there," Vangie said as she filled her own cup. Little One smiled and emptied this cup with Vangie. Little One had been fighting a nervous feeling in her stomach, but it faded away as the champagne slowly settled in her. 

Music began to pound from the showroom and everyone started to move quickly. The hair stylist fluffed Little One's curls and the make up artist checked her lipstick for smears. Dressers made one last check of the racks of the lingerie and stood ready.

"Good evening and welcome to the Pater Design and Apparel Spring Show," Saleslady said over the speakers. "Please find your seats and our show will begin."

The lights in the showroom were dimming as Daddy and Maxine entered. They found empty seats on the back row and sat down as the Saleslady made her announcement. Daddy looked at his watch and checked the room. Everyone was in position. The DJ let the opening beat fade away and a faster song came through. 

Cloey appeared at the curtains in a green satin corset and sheer dressing gown. The gown flowed behind her like a cape as she walked briskly to the end of the runway for her turn. The gown slipped off her arms as she turned and caught it by the collar. It fluttered from her raised arm as she walked back. Cloey held the gown over the edge of the runway and dropped it dismissively. A dresser was crouched by the front row and caught it before it touched the floor. Maxine tugged on Daddy's jacket to pull his ear near to her.

"Nice touch," Maxine said. "When does your lady appear?"

"You'll know her when you see her," he replied.

Vangie stepped into the light and walked almost exactly as Cloey had, eyes level, shoulders rigid as her hips swayed. She made a quick mechanical turn and returned just as she had walked out. 

Cloey's dresser was fussing with her next outfit, trying to make the panties lay smooth in the front. The seam between the waistband and the front panel unraveled and lay over like a flag. The dresser looked at Little One.

"I need more time," she said to Little One. "Give me an extra thirty seconds." Little One had spent the last few minutes, mentally practicing her first walk and now someone wanted her to change it.

"How do I do that?" she asked.

"It's easy," Cloey said confidently. "Walk slow and on the way back, stop and make another turn." Little One nodded her head, trying to fit this new move into her mental walk. Vangie stepped back around the curtain and headed straight for her champagne bottle with her dresser following behind her, tugging at her zipper. 

Little One took a deep breath, stepped forward and she appeared on the runway wearing a black satin bra and sheer panties with her fishnet stockings. The effect she had on the buyers was obvious. Her smile and her walk made every man and woman pay attention. Her arms swung against the motion of her swaying hips. Jaded lingerie buyers, all accustomed to working with half naked women sat up as Little One walked down the runway. 

A world of razor thin, expressionless models faded behind Little One's smile. Vangie's and Cloey's boyish stomachs were flat and featureless from hip bone to hip bone. Little One's stomach was perfectly concave, holding the front of her panties tight to her skin, crossed by the waist band just under her navel. Her thighs were a smooth curve, starting at her knees, melting into her full hips. At the end of the runway, she stood with her weight on one foot; the other leg extended in a toe point as she spun and snapped her head, fanning her hair in the air, exposing her bare neck. There was an audible groan from the crowd. Little One scanned the seats, making eye contact with everyone in the front row until she saw Daddy seated in the back row. 




Daddy and Little One Ch. 19



Her slow walk made her look seductively nonchalant. She stopped and turned to face Daddy. Little One could barely see his face behind the lights, but he looked happy. She raised her right foot and touched the runway with her toe, sliding her foot forward until the heel caught on the floor. She bent at the waist and leaned forward to put her hand just below her knee, keeping her eyes on Daddy. 

Marcus found himself with the same view he saw through the fitting room door, but this time black panties covered the Little One's round ass. Her white legs glowed through the mesh of her stockings and the panties were so thin he could follow the cleft of her ass as it went below the waist band. Little One flipped her hair off her shoulder to let in hang over her arm as she slid her hand up her leg, and over her hips, standing up to pucker her lips and kiss the air. Everyone on that side of the runway felt the kiss was exclusively for them. Maxine sat motionless until Little One disappeared behind the curtain. 

Cloey appeared in her repaired outfit, but the audience were still in shock and barely noticed her. 

"Oh my god, Robert," Maxine said, not trying to be discreet at all. "Where did you find her?" Daddy grinned and laughed out loud. 

"I had her made, especially for me," he answered. 

Little One was still panting as the dressers pulled her stockings down. She held her arms out to let them slip on a red bra with a scalloped baby doll skirt. Vangie pushed a cup into her hand as she passed by. It was almost full and Little One tried to drink it in one swallow. The cool champagne slowed her breathing and the last of her nervousness faded away. The short dance she had done for Daddy started a tingle in her pussy. Now, two women were running their hands over her body, adjusting the bra and panties. A soft finger slipped inside the hem of her thong to pull the fabric out of her slit, rubbing softly while the other hand tugged at the back, pulling the strap tight between the cheeks of her ass. 

Vangie reappeared, took the empty cup from Little One and spanked her as she stepped through the curtain. It was easier this time. The music did not seem as loud and her legs felt lighter. Faces seemed more distinct, all looking directly at her. She spotted Michael in the front row, sitting next to a very handsome man. He leaned over to talk to Michael, but kept his eyes on her as she passed. Little One twirled at the end, making the baby doll skirt flare and float against her arms. She looked down at Marcus and flashed her brightest smile.

"I think she meant that for you," Michael said. "She'll be at the reception, you know." 

The rest of the show went very fast. The fitting room was a blur of stripping and redressing, several more cups of warm champagne and a shove through the curtains. Little One stepped back and the fitting room was strangely calm. The dressers were clipping the lingerie back on hangers and straightening the racks. Vangie sat naked with her back to the mirror and held the bottle upside down over her cup, letting the last of the champagne drip. Daddy's voice came through the speakers.

"Thank you for attending out Spring Show. We appreciate it very much. I have an open bar and food for you, so there's no need to hurry. If you have any questions about pricing or availability, any of our people can help you. Again, thank you very much." Vangie set the bottle down. 

"I love a man with an open bar." Vangie said as she set the bottle down and stood up to find her dress. Cloey was already dressed and was pulling on her shoes. Little One pulled on the fishnets she wore for her first walk and a short black dress. The dressers and the hair stylists already had their cases packed and Little One was the last one to leave the fitting room. 

Little One was surprised to see so many people in the front showroom. The chairs had already been stacked and a man pushed a cart load past her as she entered the room. She stepped to the side and nearly fell over. She wondered how she managed her last walk on the runway. The music was a much softer Latin Jazz tune. It made her sway to the beat. 

Little One looked around for Daddy and found him near the end of the runway in a crowd of people. She wanted to talk to Daddy, but she could see he was busy with customers. He seemed very busy with a silver haired woman who was standing very close to him. Little One could only see her head, but it looked like she had her arm around Daddy's waist. She turned away and took a deep breath. I am going to stay calm, she thought. I can put up with Vangie and Cloey, I can put up with this. 

A conversation behind her caught her ear. She turned to see two women looking at the show catalog with their backs to her. 

"Who was that slut on the runway?"

"I heard she lives with Pater. She's certainly not a model."

"That explains it. He should stick to selling dresses." Little One walked away quickly, short of breath and unsure what to think. 

She looked over the crowd from the corner of the room and saw a tall brown haired man looking at her. He smiled and started walking across the room to her. Little One's eyes were drawn to the bulge in his pants. It made him look off balance and she tried not to giggle. 

"Would you like some champagne?" a feminine voice said to her. Little One turned to see a young woman holding a tray with several fizzing champagne flutes. The last cup Little One had gulped down had been lukewarm and she thought she wanted no more, but the stem of the flute chilled her fingers and revived her thirst. 

"Please," Little One said as she picked the flute up and watched the bubbles break loose and float to the top. 

"I watched the show while we were setting up," said the waitress. "You were wonderful." She turned to hold the tray out for the tall man who had just walked up to them. Marcus took a flute and held it, waiting for Little One to speak. 

"Thank you," Little One said nervously. "Evangeline and Clothilde are the real models. This was my first show." Marcus smiled over his champagne.

"I can't believe that," he said. "You must be a dancer. You seem so natural and easy on the runway." The waitress quietly backed away and left them alone. Little One was frozen in place, unable to speak for a moment. She had never seen golden brown eyes like his. Marcus tapped his flute against Little One's. "Here's to your first successful show and a new career." Marcus held the flute to his lips and waited for Little One to do the same. Little One tipped the slender glass back and let the chilled champagne run over her tongue. It was much better cold. 

Marcus watched with a little surprise as she emptied the glass. Little One felt her lips tighten into a smile, but she wasn't certain why. The music and pieces of conversation became a buzz in the background as this tall man filled up her entire field of vision. 

"I'm Marcus White," he said. "You did very well today." Little One blinked and tried to concentrate on his words. 

"You have a champagne voice," she answered and instantly wondered why she said it. She took a breath and tried to gather her thoughts. Little One was afraid to open her mouth again, but Marcus did not seem to notice.

"Thank you very much," Marcus answered. Elvis, Little One thought and suddenly Marcus was on stage swinging a microphone stand and his hips. She shook her head to clear the image.

"I am Little One," she said, glad to finally say something which made sense. Little One held her hand out had Marcus squeezed it softly. His hand was warm and when he released hers, she left her arm extended for a few seconds. 

"That is a lovely name and it suits you so well. Is it a nickname or did you choose it just for work?" 

"I suppose it is a nickname, but it's always been my name," Little One replied. 

Marcus stood closer to her. She tilted her head and she was still looking through her eyelashes. His cologne smelled of cedar and made her want to close her eyes. 

"My nickname was Marky," Marcus said. "But now I'm known only as Marcus for business." Little One tilted her head to the side and smiled. 

"Marky is a cute name," she said, "but you're too tall to be a Marky now. What kind of business are you in?"

"I wish it was a business that hired beautiful models," he replied. "My family owns the White Solon. I run the Miami stores."

"I've never been to Miami," Little One said, "but, I have watched the police show about it. It seems like a dangerous place."

"It's not like that at all," Marcus replied. "Miami has the hottest clubs, the best food. Would you like to see my city?" Little One was startled by the question. The pretty waitress reappeared and held the tray out for their empty glasses. She smiled at Marcus as he picked up a full flute in each hand. Little One eyed the girl and wished she would go away. Marcus put on flute in Little One's hand and the waitress left them alone again. 

"I would love to see Miami," Little One said as she took a sip. She did not want to drink this one as fast as the other. Her head felt a little light and it was more difficult to form words.

"It's the perfect time of year. It's not too hot, the water is great, a few days to relax and play. Would it fit your schedule?" 

Little One heard his words, but could not reply. Marcus's face seemed large and she realized he was moving closer to her. She felt as if she was watching the two of them from across the room. Marcus raised his hand and ran his fingers across her cheek. Little One thought she would flinch at the touch, but didn't move. His fingers felt nice and his cologne was stronger. The only thought in her mind was 'you have champagne eyes'. She tightened her lips to keep from saying it out loud and raised her fingers to touch his jaw. The skin looked smooth, but her fingers felt a slight bristle. Marcus was very close now. Little One could feel his breath on her face. 

Daddy made a mental calculation. The pieces Little One wore in the show were more than half of the orders placed. 

"Well, Gentlemen," he said to the group around him. "And, ladies as well. Let's talk business later and enjoy ourselves for a while. The men smiled and headed for the bar and the buffet, leaving Daddy and Maxine alone for a moment. 

"Robert," Maxine said, "when do I get to meet your little model?" 

"Shall we find her?" he asked in return. "I think you will be impressed if you can get past your insane jealousy." 

"Jealous?" Maxine said, "I'm not jealous, Robert. I'm too smart for jealousy. I'm worried a girl like that might take advantage of you. 

"I appreciate it very much, Maxie," Daddy answered. "You should know all about it. You have always taken advantage of my good nature." 

The crowd shifted and they both spotted Marcus's tall form at the same time. His hand was on Little One's cheek and he bent down and kissed her on the lips. 

"Oh my God," Maxine moaned. "Robert, I am so sorry." She stood still for only a moment but before she turned, Daddy had spun on his heel and walked away. 



Daddy took his jacket off and pulled his tie loose. It had been a tiring day. He sank down in the large chair behind his desk. He slumped forward, rested on his elbows and rubbed his forehead. Little One smiled at him from a small framed photograph. He snatched it in his hand as if to slam it down, but stopped and set it down gently. 

A long time had passed since he last felt like this. What, exactly, did he feel like, he wondered. Why did he feel this way? Was it worth this? Was anything worth this? 

Little One had done so well on the runway. The effect she had on the buyers was obvious when she stepped out. He had smiled, listening to them groan for the beautiful thing who shared his bed. Marcus had groaned the loudest. Daddy thought of him still, as a boy, but there was no denying he was now a man. Why, he wondered, hadn't he seen this coming? You take her from a boarding school and put her in that house. A man such as Marcus would look very good to her. I can give her anything, he thought, anything but a young man. 

His meditation was interrupted by the slowly opening door. Little One stood there searching for words. She wanted to explain, but she wasn't really certain what had happened. She had been so excited and the champagne made everything cloudy. 

Daddy stood up and walked to the sofa at the left of his desk. He held his hand out to Little One. She let the door close behind her and stepped to him, trying to read something in his face. She had never seen this look before. 

"Come sit with me, Little One," he said, with no hint of emotion in his voice. Little One's champagne high was beginning to fade. There was something strange in the way Daddy spoke but she couldn't place it. "I have made a decision, Little One." She wrinkled her brow. This did not sound good. 

"A decision?" she asked. "A decision about what?" 

"I have not been fair to you, Little One," he answered. Little One felt something cold grow in her stomach. Daddy's voice was colder. The words were short and clipped. "I should not have cut you off from the world. I am going to put you in an apartment near the university. You can enroll in classes. After your behavior today, I think it would be best." Little One thought her heart stopped. 

"No, Daddy, no!" she wailed. "I haven't done anything wrong." Daddy's impassive face turned red from the neck up, his jaw tightened and he closed his eyes tight for a second, before raising his hand and slapping it down in the cushion between them, so hard it raised dust and made Little One lean back in fear.

"You kissed a man in front of my friends, my employees and my customers!" Daddy yelled. "Don't sit there and tell me you have done nothing wrong." He looked away from her, clenching his teeth, one hand on his forehead, trying to stay composed. He hated losing control more than he hated the way he felt this moment. 

Little One wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed. Daddy felt her hot face against his neck. Her breasts were heaving with her gasping breath. Blue Gardenia perfume clung to her hair. It was all he could smell. Daddy put his arms around her and rocked her gently. Little One's sobs turned to a steady moan as she caught her breath and inhaled. 

"Daddy, please, no, no, no," she cried. "Please don't send me away." Now Daddy wished he had thought this plan out before saying something. He reached behind his neck and pried Little One's fingers loose so he could see her face when he spoke. 

"Little One," Daddy said, as calmly as he could manage, "Do you want to stay with me?" She tried to inhale and felt like her lungs could not expand.

"Yes," she managed to croak. "Please don't send me away."

"Little One," Daddy said as her took her hands and held them between his. "You don't really understand what happened. You need-." Daddy stopped and looked away. Little One had never seen him do that before. He turned back to her, with his jaw drawn back tight and his brow wrinkled. "You need time to learn some things, things I can't teach you." 

Little One's head was beginning to hurt. How, she wondered could one kiss get her into so much trouble. She pulled her hands loose and curled her fingers under her chin. Daddy's face relaxed as he took a deep breath and sighed. He looks tired, she thought. No, she had seen him tired, but she this was different; he looked hurt. Little One began to cry again. Daddy put his hand on her knee and squeezed it gently. 

"I know what I did, Daddy." Little One said, between sobs. "I'm sorry. I need a spanking." Daddy tilted his head and looked at her carefully. Maybe he had been wrong, he thought.

"I will not spank you, not in the mood I'm in," he answered. "I would be much too hard."

Little One stood up in front of him and reached behind her back to unzip her dress. 

"No, Daddy," she said. "I need you to be hard. I need you to be harder than you have ever been." She pulled her dress off over her head, smoothed it out and laid it over the arm of the couch. 

Daddy looked up to see her standing before him, naked, except for her black fishnets and heels. She started to undo the garter snaps, but Daddy raised his hand to stop her. He looked at her expectantly. Little One kept her eyes on him and lowered herself to her knees, rolling her shoes over the toes without a wobble. She laid her head on his knee and began to cry again. Daddy put his hand on her head, stroking her hair gently.

"Little One," he said softly, "you don't need to do this." Little One sniffed and rubbed a tear on his pants leg.

"Yes, Daddy. I do need to do this," she said. "Please listen to me." Daddy kept stroking her hair.

"What do you want to say, Little One," he asked. 

"Forgive me, Daddy, for I have sinned," Little One began. She was speaking quickly, as if she had memorized her words and afraid to lose her place. "I drank too much champagne. I was jealous of the woman you were talking too. I didn't tell Marcus I was your little girl when he started talking to me. I liked his attention and let him stand close to me and whisper in my ear. I liked it when he kissed me. I knew what I was doing was wrong. I hurt my Daddy and I am very sorry." Little One paused to catch her breath. "I renounce my sin and I hate my sinful nature. Please help me, Daddy; you must punish me, to help me be good." Little One felt Daddy's hand grip her hair and turn her head to look at him. 

"Would a spanking help you, Little One?" Daddy asked. Little One swallowed hard.

"Yes, Daddy," she answered. She wanted to look away, but Daddy's eyes were too intense. His hand held her head tight and she didn't dare close her eyes. "It has to be very hard. I have been very bad." Daddy pulled Little One up by her hair. She almost lost her balance, but caught Daddy's shoulder as he pushed her across his lap. 

Little One's legs buckled and she dropped on his lap with her right knee between his, straddling Daddy's right thigh. She felt her naked mound rub the fabric of his pants as she squirmed, trying to straighten her left leg. Daddy let go of her hair and wrapped his arm around her waist. Little One's face pressed into the back cushion. It was an uncomfortable position, but Daddy held her tight against his side. He stroked his hand across her ass twice. It was perfectly round and smooth with pale white skin stretched tight across each cheek. Her legs were forced apart by his knee, exposing her rich cocoa colored anus. Little One's previous spankings had been with her thighs pressed together, hiding her little brown pucker. Daddy was distracted for a moment, but Little One's voice brought him back to his task.

"Daddy, I have been very bad," she said. She felt his hand lift away from her ass and come back down with a half hearted smack. "Daddy," she cried. "Tell me what I did."

"You let a man kiss you," he said as his hand slapped her right cheek, a little harder than before. 

"Yes, Daddy, he kissed me and I liked it." Daddy struck again, even harder. "I wanted him to touch me, Daddy." The next blow was so strong Little One shrieked. The force jarred her, pressing her pussy against Daddy's leg. She gasped, trying to clamp her legs around Daddy's knee.

"No other man can touch you, Little One," Daddy growled. Her words and tone infuriated him. "I have given you everything, Little One." 

"He smelled good, Daddy," she cried. "I wanted him close to me." 

Daddy's hand came down so fast, Little One could hear it whistle before it struck, making her scream. Her ass was burning on both sides. It was more than a sting. She closed her eyes and tried to brace herself for the next blow, but all she could feel was the heat in her ass flow to her pussy. She felt herself getting wet. The sharp throb in her ass was making her pussy lips contract. "Daddy!" she squalled. His hand came down hard and fast, pushing her face into the cushion. "Tell me why, Daddy. Why can't he touch me." she gasped before the next strike. Daddy's arm had begun to tire, but her words reinvigorated him.




Daddy and Little One Ch. 19



"What?" he yelled, without breaking his swing. "I am the only man who touches you." Little One screamed again when his hand came down. 

"Tell me why Daddy. Tell me why," she cried. The smacks were no longer measured and regular. Daddy's arm was fatigued and his hand was numb. He was flailing wildly, feeling the anger he had tried so hard to hold down drive his hand. Little One's ass was covered in red hand prints and finger marks that threatened to turn purple. 

"Why?" Daddy yelled. "You ask why. You are mine." Little One could barely hear him above her own screams. The pain was intense now, relieved only by the pressure of her clitoris against his hard thigh. "You are mine. I marked you. I put my cum in your pussy, in your mouth, in your ass. I'll mark your ass with my hand until you know you are mine and no other man touches you." 

"Daddy, Stop! Please stop," Little One screamed. "I'm yours, Daddy." Little One slumped against cushion. Daddy fell back against the couch back and dropped his arm. Little One settled down across his lap, whimpering and sobbing. She closed her eyes to block the tears. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours," she cried repeatedly. Little One pushed back with her hands, sliding her pussy down Daddy's thigh, stopping at his knee. Her ass felt like it was on fire, but it was heating her pussy. She grabbed Daddy's shirt and pulled her self up to his face. He was breathing hard; both arms were limp by his sides. A tear slowly crawled down his cheek. Little One caught the tear on her tongue and kissed him. She could not help rocking on his leg. It soothed the sting in her ass. 

"Daddy," she said and waited for him to respond. Daddy took a deep breath and shook his head to clear his thoughts.

"Yes, Little One," he whispered.

"Daddy, mark me. Make me yours again," she replied. She slid her hand across her ass and winced. 

"Let me see your bottom, Little One," Daddy said quietly. Little One quickly pulled her knees up and lay obediently across his lap. Her ass was fiery red on both sides with spots of purple beginning to show through. Daddy resisted the urge to stroke her bottom and put his hand between her thighs. Little One spread her knees and squirmed. Daddy could see her swollen pussy lips separate slightly, revealing a trickle of cream. He pressed two fingers inside and her opening relaxed, giving him easy entry, only to squeeze tight at the second knuckle. Little One felt Daddy's cock move, through his pants.

"Daddy," Little One purred, "Please Daddy, don't tease me." He pulled his fingers free and instinctively patted her bruised bottom. Little One shrieked and flinched, pressing her stomach against his hard cock. She slid her knees to floor and grabbed his shirt, pulling the buttons loose; tugging so hard one button popped its thread and bounced off her shoulder. She pulled his shoes off, tossed them to the side and hooked her fingers in his waistband. Little One leaned back with all her weight, trying to pull him off the couch. "I want my Daddy naked. I want you naked with me." 

Daddy stood, nearly letting her fall backwards as she unsnapped his fly and pulled his pants down. Little One wrapped her fist around his cock and rubbed the wet tip against her cheek. "Mark me, Daddy, mark me and make me yours." Little One put her lips to the head and sucked gently as she pressed her thumb to the underside, forcing a drop onto her tongue. The backs her shoes pressed into her tender ass, sending a shiver up her spine. Little One turned to her side and rolled onto her knees to crawl to the center of the room. She stopped with her arms straight and her hips locked, waiting for Daddy to take her. Daddy kicked his pants off and knelt behind her. The hand prints glowed bright pink and the purple bruises darkened. He leaned down and kissed the darkest one. 

"On your back, Little One," he said. "I want to see your face." Little One closed her eyes and sighed. She loved to hear Daddy say that. She rolled on her back, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth as her ass pressed into the soft carpet. Little One opened her eyes to see Daddy on his knees between her legs. He crawled forward, over her pushing her knees against her breasts, pressing his cock against her slit. Little One kept her eyes on his as she slid her hand down her stomach and put her fingers around his cock to feel it slip inside her. Daddy's thighs hit her bruised ass, making her gasp and cry out each time he thrust deep. Little One felt her pussy contract with every blow; feeling like Daddy was fucking and spanking her at the same time. 

She watched Daddy's eyes close slowly as he rocked against her faster and faster. Little One reached up and combed her nails though the hair on his chest, finding each nipple and rolling it between her fingers. Daddy arched his neck back and moaned. He could feel Little One's pussy clenching him each time he drove inside her. 

"Mark me Daddy," she whispered. "Make me yours. Give me your mark. I want to be yours. Show me who I belong to, Daddy." Daddy felt the heat grow deep in his stomach. He slowed his thrust to savor the feeling. Little One's voice pulled him on, building the pressure in his balls. He opened he eyes again to see Little One licking her bottom lip, her face framed by her black hair, wisps of it covering her green eyes. "Give me your mark Daddy. Show everybody I belong to you." Daddy buck one last time and fell down on her with his cock pulsing inside her. Little One clenched her pussy as tight as she could, to milk every drop from him. 

Daddy's senses came back to him in a few seconds. Little One whimpered in his ear. His weight against her upturned ass was painful. He rose up on his arms and rocked back on his knees. Little One looked up at him with a mix of fear and apprehension, wondering what Daddy would do with her. Daddy looked down between Little One's thighs. Her pussy lips were swollen and red. His semen started to trickle out of her slit. Daddy scooped some on his fingers and studied it. It cooled quickly on his fingers, becoming thin and sticky. It was a mixture of Little One and him. It smelled rich and earthy, like fresh turned soil and his slowly deflating cock stirred one more time when he inhaled the scent. 

He leaned over Little One again and crossed her forehead with his wet finger. Daddy drew his finger down the bridge of her nose and touched her lips. Little One inhaled the scent and her pussy reacted just as Daddy's cock had. He gathered more on his fingers and traced a line from her throat, between her breasts, down her belly and back to her pussy. He dipped his fingers inside her one more time and smeared it from her left nipple, through her cleavage and over her right nipple. Little One felt a wave of relief flow though her.

"Little One," Daddy said in his commanding voice, "Who do you belong to?"

"You marked me, Daddy," she answered. "I'm yours."



Daddy and Little One Ch. 20



When the alarm buzzed Little One was in the middle of a dream with her face mashed into the pillow. She tried to retain the dream in her mind as she crawled across Daddy's side of the bed and slapped the clock, but the dream quickly faded away and all she could remember was her face pressed against Daddy's chest. Daddy was already up. Little One could smell his cologne, fresh in the air and knew he had just left the bedroom. 

Little One scrambled to pull her robe on and ran to her room to brush her teeth and wash her face. She quickly brushed her hair and sat impatiently for a quick pee, before going down stairs to see Daddy before he left. Little One smelled the coffee as she came down the stairs. She found Daddy at the small table in the kitchen, reading his morning paper and taking sips of coffee between pages. He put the paper down as she bent to kiss him. His lips were warm and the cologne still strong. 

"Good morning, Daddy," she said and smiled at him. "Why did you get up so early?" Daddy smiled and took another sip of his coffee. 

"I have a busy day," he said. "Sit down. I have a few things to go over with you." Little One poured a cup half full for herself and sat down. She added cream until it was a cocoa color and stirred in two large spoonfuls of sugar. Daddy patiently waited for her take a sip of nearly chilled coffee. Little One grinned and ran her tongue over her upper lip, licking away the cocoa mustache. 

"Yes, Daddy?" she said, grinning over her cup.

"We will have house guests tonight," he replied. "Michael and his new girlfriend will spend the weekend with us." Little One wrinkled her brow. This was exciting news. 

"Michael has a girlfriend?" she said as if Daddy had told her Michael had grown a second head. "Have you met her? What's she like?" Daddy chuckled and took the last sip of coffee. 

"We have never met," he answered. "All I know is her name is Tina and Michael is quite taken by her. He's probably bringing her to show off, hoping I will raise his allowance." 

Little One did not spend much time worrying about Daddy's business affairs. The idea of a grown man having an allowance sounded funny. 

"Daddy," she asked, "Does Michael have a job?" Daddy laughed and smiled at her.

"Michael has never worked a day in his life," he replied. "He gets an income from the family trust. I see he has enough to live on, but not enough to get in trouble. Now he has this girlfriend and he wants to give her whatever she wants, so he needs more money."

"You give me everything I want, Daddy," Little One said, wondering what Michael wanted to buy. She tried to imagine Michael with a woman, but she didn't know him very well. Daddy seemed to tolerate him only because he was family and Saleslady did not like him at all. Daddy stood up and buttoned his jacket. 

"We make more money than we spend, Little One," he said. "Michael makes nothing and spends all he gets. He has always been jealous of what I have. He thinks he deserves just as much, even though he does nothing for it. They will be here late, so dinner won't be a problem. See the guest room is ready, you know what to do." Little One stood up and Daddy pulled her to him for a kiss. "I'll be home at the regular time."

Little One never worried about the guest bedroom, except to dust it once a week. It was on the first floor directly under Daddy's room, but about half the size. The room was furnished with a king size bed and a vanity. Little One kept the mattress stripped with only a comforter to cover it. The bathroom was the smallest in the house, with only a shower stall. Little One carefully dusted all the furniture and put fresh sheets and pillow cases on the bed, all the while thinking about the couple who would sleep there tonight. 

Michael looked a lot like Daddy, only younger and no beard. She thought Michael was at least thirty, maybe older. Tina could be my age, Little One thought. Perhaps she would be like Edith. There were times when she missed her friends from the Home. Little One finished by putting towels and soap in the bathroom and hanging two robes on the back of the door, a large terrycloth robe and a smaller silk one, both still in dry cleaner's wrappers. 

Little One sat by the vanity and looked around the room. Michael will fuck her in this bed, she mused. He certainly would if Michael was anything like Daddy. Would they be noisy? Daddy's bedroom was directly over the guest bedroom. If she could hear them, certainly they could hear Daddy and her. Little leaned back in the chair and slipped her hand inside her panties. She closed her and eyes remembered the sounds of Edith making love with her boyfriend in the park. Little One was supposed to be their lookout, but she had no idea what she would have done if someone had come near. 

The naked figure of Michael appeared on the bed before. It was Daddy's body, the same tapered back, slender hips and powerful legs with darker hair. Edith was under him, her legs on Michael's shoulders and her ass clamped between his thighs as he thrust his cock into her. Many times she sat in the park and rubbed her pussy, listening to Edith and her boyfriend, never really sure what they were doing. She knew now. The moans and whimpers, sighs and gasps which filtered through the leaves were now paired with clear images of Edith on her back bent double, her boyfriend's cock deep in her pussy, or on her knees with her face in the grass as he pounded her from behind. 

Little One cracked her eyes open just enough to see through her eyelashes. Michael was still there, making Edith cry short sawing moans each time he drove deep inside her with each rapid thrust. Little One closed her eyes tight and the imagined sounds of Edith became her own. She dug her heels into the carpet and arched her back, lifting her ass off the chair. She dragged her fingers through her slit, pressing harder as the contractions in her belly moved through her pussy until she collapsed back down into the chair, panting and softly squeezing her pussy lips. She shook her head and looked at the clock, glad to see she had time for a long bath before Daddy came home. 

Little One cleared the dishes from the table, made certain the kitchen was presentable and prepared for entertaining guests. She hurried upstairs to change, or as Daddy referred to it, "dress for company". She wondered what Tina would be wearing. Little One pulled a pleated skirt and a white shirt from the closet and held them to her in front of the mirror. No, she thought. I'm not going to look like a school girl for Michael and his girlfriend. She wanted something to make her look older and picked a white dress with a pastel flower print. It was casual and looked good with white sandals. Little One stood before her large mirror and was pleased. I look like the lady of the house, she thought. 

"Welcome to our home," she said to the mirror. "It's very nice to meet you."

Little One heard the gate chime and checked her hair and lipstick one last time before hurrying down stairs. Daddy stood by the large front door and waited for her before opening it. It was almost dark and a cool twilight breeze brought the scent of sweet olive across the yard. Daddy followed Little One outside as a small car came up the drive. Daddy and Little One were both surprised to see Michael get out of the passenger door. He stepped up the walk, not waiting for the driver, a very slender blonde who wore jeans and a tight shirt. She stepped quickly to catch up with him, taking long strides which made her large shoulder bag slap her thigh. 

Michael turned as if he expected her to be beside him and had look back to see her still walking towards them. An impatient look crossed his face as he and Daddy exchanged glances. Little One studied her carefully. She was taller than Little One, but much thinner. Her age was hard to guess, certainly older than Little One, but much younger than Michael. Tina's hair almost touched her shoulders. It was pale straw and perfectly straight. When she leaned over to let the shoulder bag drop to the ground, Little One could see the part of her hair marked by a line of brunette roots matching her brown eyebrows. Tina seemed to have no shape at all except her breasts. Her thin arms hung flat against her sides, with no hips to rest against. The seat of her pants was barely rounded but fit tight to her skin. She was looking over Daddy and Little One's heads, in awe of the house when Michael smiled and spoke. 

"Tina, this is my cousin Robert."

"Welcome to our home, Tina." Daddy said. He waited a moment for Tina to extend her hand, but she seemed someplace else for a moment, so he held his hand palm up out to her. Tina looked at his hand and came back to the present. She lightly placed her hand in his and Daddy gently squeezed it. 

"Thank you," Tina said with a big smile. Michael looked to Little One.

"And, this is his little, I mean this is Little One." Little One shifted her eyes to look at Michael, with out turning her head from Tina. She knew Michael was too smooth a talker to have stated it that way by accident. 

"It is very nice to meet you, Tina," Little One said and instinctively dipped to make her best schoolgirl curtsy. Tina raised her hand and Little One grasped it firmly, silently chiding herself for the curtsy. Tina looked at her hosts nervously, waiting for someone to speak. 

"Little One," Daddy said. "Would you please take our guests inside." Little One smiled broadly, stepped inside and turned back to Michael and Tina. 

"Shall we sit in the courtyard?" she said them. Michael and Tina entered the house and followed her down the large entry hall to the French doors which opened to the court yard. 

The courtyard was a U-shaped patio with the bedrooms on one side and Daddy's study on the other. The eaves of the house extended to cover a columned portico on three sides. A gas lamp flickered on each column. Four iron yard chairs with cushions formed a circle, each with a small table. Daddy and Little One waited for Michael and Tina to sit.

"Michael," Little One said, "Daddy has asked for brandy and cigars. Would you like that as well?"

"Yes, brandy and cigars, that's what I want," Michael answered. 

"Tina, we have wine and ice tea if brandy does not appeal to you," she said to her other guest. 

"Wine is good," Tina replied. "Can I come help you?"

"Please," Little One answered. "We'll leave the men to talk about us." Tina followed Little One to the kitchen, turning back to look at Michael as she passed through the door. He had a serious look as he began to speak to Daddy. The French door closed behind her and she did not catch any of his words. 

Tina looked around the kitchen and realized it was almost the size of her apartment. She wondered why the wall was silver and then realized she was looking at the refrigerator and freezer. 

"Your house is wonderful," Tina exclaimed. "Michael didn't tell me it was this big."

"Thank you," Little One said as she opened a cabinet door to reveal several rows of wine bottles in racks. Little One pressed a button above the door and there was a whirring noise as the top rack moved to the back and the one below took its place. "It's a lot of work to keep up, but I love it here." Tina did not seem to hear her. 

"Wow", Tina exclaimed. "What is that thing?"

"It's Daddy's wine cellar," she answered. "It keeps the bottles at the best temperature. I think its silly, but Daddy loves this sort of stuff." Little One pulled a green bottle from the rack and slid it into a small chrome arch mounted to the counter over the wine cellar. There was more whirring and a hiss as the machine extracted the cork. Little One grinned at Tina. "Daddy loves his toys." Tina looked overwhelmed. Little One wondered what Michael told her what to expect. 

"Why do you call him Daddy? He's not really your daddy, is he?" Tina asked. Little One put the wine bottle on the counter and thought for a moment. No one had ever asked this question. 

"I call him Daddy," she answered, "because he told me to call him Daddy."

"Do you do everything he tells you to do?" Tina said in a tone that had only a hint of tease. Little One grinned and pinched her bottom lip in her teeth. 

"I try to," she said, "but when I don't, Daddy makes me wish I had." Tina grinned back at Little One and felt a shiver go down her back. She assumed Daddy was an older version of Michael, but she began to see something much more substantial. 

What should I call him?" Tina asked. "Michael calls him Robert and I can't call him Daddy." Little One did not hesitate.

"To you, he is Sir," she said firmly. Michael is the only person I have ever heard call him by his name. Little One sensed Tina wanted to ask many more questions. She tried to imagine how she and Daddy must appear to a stranger and she wondered if Michael had prepared her for the visit, or just let her stumble into their life. 

A mahogany tray with two brandy snifters and two wine glasses sat on the table beside a gray bottle. Tina watched Little One pour wine into the crystal stems. The gray bottle had no label, only an enamel portrait of Napoleon and the letters, VSOP. Little One pulled the cork and passed the bottle under her nose. 

"I love the smell of Daddy's brandy." she sighed. "In the winter when it's cool, he warms it and the smell fills the whole house. Little One filled each snifter about half full and opened a polished wooden box which sat on the table beside the tray. A spicy tobacco scent escaped as she raised the lid to reveal a variety of different colored cigars. Tina was surprised to see dark black and green cigars among the familiar brown ones. 

"Does Michael have a preference?" Little One asked. 

"I've never seen him smoke a cigar," Tina responded. 

Oh," Little One said. "How long have you two been together?"

"I'm not sure we are together," Tina said, a bit wistfully. "I was shocked when he told me he wanted me to spend the weekend here. He usually shows up at my apartment and leaves a few hours later, after he's done." Little One felt her face blush a bit when she realized what Tina meant. Her fantasy from earlier in the day came back to her, but this time with Michael on top of Tina's thin frame. 

"Daddy says Michael is 'quite taken' with you," Little One said in a low voice. "And, he brought you here to show you off." Now, Tina's face turned a little pink. "We need to get back to the men before they come to find us."

Little One picked two rich brown cigars and placed them on the tray beside a small silver dish which held a handful of thick wooden matches and a silver cigar cutter. The cigar cutter looked like a short pair of scissors with large round blades. She snipped the end off of one cigar and placed by the opposite side of the tray from the other one. Tina wondered why she cut only one cigar, but didn't ask. Little One put a thick kitchen towel over her arm and lifted the tray. "We are ready, now"

Daddy and Michael had not notice how much time Little One and Tina spent in the kitchen. The conversation quickly became tense. As Daddy expected, Michael wanted his monthly allowance raised.

"Michael," Daddy said with exasperation. "Have you ever totaled up what you spend in a month? You don't know what you spend or what you spend it on." Michael stayed calm. He was familiar with all of his cousin's speeches about finances. 

"All I want is enough money for a larger apartment, so Tina can move in with me," Michael countered. 

"You have plenty of room for two people," Daddy said. Michael grinned and Daddy knew he had been waiting for something like this to be said. Now Michael would reveal the true purpose of the visit. 

"Tina is an artist. She needs studio space to work. My apartment doesn't have that." Michael declared. 

"An artist?" he asked, "How old is she? Does she actually sell any work?"

"She is twenty two and she makes a good income off her paintings. I sure don't spend any money on her," Michael said smugly. Daddy thought for a minute and looked intently at Michael. 

"OK, here is what I am going to do," He finally said. "I have a building which is being converted to loft apartments. When it is ready, you and Tina can move in. You will be the on-site manager. I will pay you twenty percent of the collected rent and cut your allowance by ten percent of the full occupancy rents. You can make your own raise. How does that sound?"

"Sounds great to me," Michael replied, already imagining Tina doing most to the work. 

"Do you think you can keep her? You are kind of hard on women. They don't last long with you," Daddy said sarcastically. Michael was wanted to respond immediately, but caught himself and took a breath.

"Tina is uh," he said and paused, "different from the others."

Little One appeared before them holding the tray. Tina sat back in her chair with her wine stem in her hand. Little One held the tray at waist height and let Michael take his brandy and the snipped cigar. 

"Thank you, Little One," he said. He caught Tina's eye and nodded towards Little One, who had turned to face Daddy. Tina furrowed her eyebrows, trying to understand Michael's meaning. Michael did not say anything, but motioned towards Little One. Little One set the tray on the table between the chairs and picked up the snifter.

"Your brandy, Daddy," she said as she held the snifter out to him with a slight curtsey. She took the kitchen towel, folded it in half and laid it carefully on the paving tiles by Daddy's feet. Tina watched with surprise as Little One rose on her toes and bent her knees to sink gracefully to the towel, keeping her back vertical. Daddy traded a quick glance with Michael, who could barely contain his envy. Little One held the cigar and sliced off the round end. She took a match, struck it on the pavement and waited for the head to burn away before holding the flame below the end of the cigar and rolling it slowly in her fingers. The flame barely touched the tobacco and burned almost to her fingers before she blew it out and struck another match. This time a wisp of smoke rose as she turned the cigar. The smoke vanished and was replaced by a blue halo. Little One struck one more match and the tip of the cigar finally began to glow pink. Tina looked at Michael, who had his eyes on Little One and her performance. How much trouble could it be to light a cigar, she wondered. 

Little One pursed her lips and gently drew on the snipped end. The burning tip flared bright red. Little One took the cigar away from her lips and let a little puff of smoke escape. She smiled at Daddy and held the cigar out to him. 

"Thank you, Little One," he said as he took the cigar from her hand. Michael looked to Tina and held his cigar up. Tina raised one eyebrow and made a slight chuckle.

"You can light your own cigar," she said. Michael's face went a little pale. 

"I guess I will then," he said, fishing a lighter out of his pocket and holding the flame to his cigar as he sucked furiously. Little One was shocked. Her eyes shifted from Tina to Michael. Michael looked annoyed, but not really angry. Tina looked confused. Little One could not imagine talking like that to Daddy, even alone, much less in front of people. 

Daddy puffed his cigar and took a sip of brandy. He had a half smile on his face, as if he knew a secret. He tapped his cigar on the edge of the table and a ring of ash fell to the tiles.

"Tina," he said, "Tell me about your work. Michael tells me you are an artist." Tina's face lit up with a smile. Little One was happy to feel the tension relieved. Michael was lost in his brandy and cigar. He did not seem to be paying attention. 

"I do portraits mostly," she said. "Nobody has time to sit for a portrait any more, so I take four or five photos and do a real portrait on canvas. It's the only kind of art people will pay for these days. I have so many sketches and studies for big canvases, but no where to work on them." Daddy smiled and wondered if Michael had coached her on that line. 




Daddy and Little One Ch. 20



The two couples sat in the flicker of the gas lights for about an hour as the cigars burned down. Michael did not say much. Daddy continued to talk to Tina about her art. Little One was content to listen to Daddy speak. She studied Michael for reactions to the conversation, aware he and Daddy were engaged in some kind of dance, with Michael wanting more money, and Daddy holding the purse tight. Finally Daddy set the short cigar butt in the ashtray and looked at his guests. 

"It is late and I have to be up early tomorrow," he announced. "Little One, would you please show Tina her room and make sure she is comfortable. Michael knows his way around the house. Goodnight Tina. It has been very nice to meet you." Little One stood up and he bent over and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"I'll be up in a few minutes, Daddy," she whispered. 

Little One pulled her dress off and carefully hung it in her closet. Even though she now slept with Daddy every night, she always dressed in her own bedroom. She felt as if her bedroom and especially the bathroom was her personal domain. Daddy had given her many things, but the thing she valued above all, was her private space to dress, bathe and pee without six other girls at her elbows. Little One pulled her black silk robe over her shoulders and tied the belt loosely. She was only stepping across the hall, but Daddy would not be pleased to see her walking around naked with Michael someplace near. She had put the robe in the guest room, just in case Michael felt the same way about Tina. 

Little One closed the door behind her. She had never seen this door shut before, but with guests in the house, it seemed natural. Daddy sat in the chair by the bed, untying his shoes. Little One was about to pull her robe off and hang it in the closet when she heard a soft knock on the door. The closed door was quite strange to her, but someone knocking on it was even stranger. She looked at Daddy, who recognized her puzzlement and smiled.

"See who it is, Little One," he said. Little One did not move for a moment. The late hour and the wine made her slow to react. It had not occurred to her the knock meant someone was waiting outside the door. 

She opened the door to see Tina standing in the hall, wearing the silk robe Little One left for her. It was similar to the one Little One wore and just like Little One, it was plain she was naked under the robe. Tina's lips were drawn tight, but when she saw Daddy she forced a smile. Tina kept her eyes on Daddy as though she were avoiding looking at Little One. 

"Sir," Tina said and then paused. There was a slight tremor in her voice. "May I speak with you?"

"Please come in, Tina," Daddy answered. Little One was more puzzled than before, but Daddy seemed to understand what was happening. Tina walked past Little One and knelt on the floor before Daddy.

"Sir," she began, with the same trembling voice, "Thank you for having me in your house." Little One stood by the door and studied Tina carefully. The fatigue and the wine wore off quickly. Tina looked up to Daddy with her hands flat against her thighs. Daddy smiled gently and his eyes shifted to Little One, which relieved her, a small amount, but not enough to make her feel comfortable. Tina seemed to be having too much trouble for a simple thank you. 

"You are welcome. Little One and I have enjoyed your company, "Daddy replied. Tina took a deep breath and crossed her hands over her lap. 

"Sir, may I suck your cock?" she said in short clipped sounds. Little One's mouth dropped open. Her first thought was to grab Tina's hair and pull her over backwards and out the door, but she felt her arm rise to slap Tina across the ear. Daddy raised his hand and Little One stopped with her arm extended. "I will also serve Little One in the same fashion, if it pleases you." Little One dropped her hand back to her side. Daddy lowered his hand also and his smile became a little broader. Little One wondered where Michael was at this moment. 

"Tina," Daddy said softly. "Tell Michael, Little One and I appreciate his kind offer, but we must decline. I am sure he understands." Now Tina's mouth dropped open as her neck turned red and the color spread over her cheeks. Little One could tell, she did not expect to be refused. For a moment a vision of the three of them naked passed through her mind, but it stopped cold when she thought of Tina touching Daddy's cock. 

Tina rose slowly and bowed her head. She would not look at Daddy. 

"Thank you," she whispered and turned to face the door. She was trying not to cry and the distress on her face almost made Little One cry. Little One slammed the door shut with enough force to make paintings on the wall rattle.

"Daddy," she said through her clenched teeth, "what was that all about? She comes in here and asks to suck your cock like its nothing. Is she crazy? I want her out of here!" Daddy studied Little One for a moment and held out his hand. Little One took his hand and slid onto his lap. 

"You shouldn't blame Tina for this," Daddy said softly. Little One looked into his eyes, but kept her teeth clenched behind tight lips. Daddy had seen this look before when Little One was trying to control her temper. "Michael sent her to do this." Little One's face quickly shifted from anger to confusion again. 

"Why would he do that? Is he crazy?" she asked. 

"This maybe hard to understand, but Michael likes to humiliate women. He finds women who like to be humiliated," Daddy explained. Little One bit her bottom lip and absorbed this thought slowly.

"She must think I hate her now, doesn't she?" Little One said quietly. "I need to talk to her, Daddy. Should I go find her?"

"If you want to talk to her, go ahead," Daddy answered. "If she is with Michael, wait until the morning."

Thank you, Daddy," Little One said as she slipped off his lap, pulled her robe tight and opened the door. She turned back to Daddy and smiled. "I won't be long."

Little One heard Tina crying in the kitchen. She stepped quietly down the steps and heard the door to the courtyard open. Little One could see Tina through the French doors and slipped through the door behind her. A cigarette lighter flared in the dark and illuminated Michaels face. Little One stepped back against the wall in the shadow of the column and stood still, hoping to not be noticed. Tina stood in the center of the courtyard and Michael approached her, drawing on his cigarette. He tugged at her belt, pulling it loose and pushed the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to her ankles. A thick bush of dark pubic hair glowed under the gas lamps and the curve of her ass was yellow against the dark background. Tina crossed her arms under her breasts. 

"You weren't gone very long," Michael said tersely. "What happened?"

"He said to thank you, but no," Tina replied. Little One could barely hear her voice. Michael held the cigarette up to Tina's lips.

"Take a drag," he said. 

"No, please. I don't like it," Tina said. Michael pressed it against her lips again. Tina sucked the smoke into her mouth. Michael kept the cigarette tight to her face until she had to inhale and started coughing. 

"You worthless slut," Michael sneered. "You can't even suck a cigarette. What made you think you could suck a cock?" Michael drew smoke deep into his lungs and exhaled in her face. Tina's eyes watered as she tried to stifle her cough. 

"I'm sorry Michael," Tina cried. "I tried." Michael bent down, close to her face.

"Did you offer to eat her cunt, too?" he asked. Little One felt a shudder in her chest.

"Yes, just like you said," she replied. Tina rubbed her eyes and sniffed. 

"You are not even a good slut," Michael said, almost with a laugh. "Why would a man like Robert put his cock in your mouth, or trust his girl toy's cunt with your tongue?" Michael paused for a moment and took another deep drag on his cigarette. "I know what you need." Tina raised her head, but didn't speak. "I think its time for a thumbscrew."

"Michael, please, no," Tina pleaded.

Little One put her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. Her first thought was to run to Daddy and tell him what Michael was doing, but the sight of Tina standing naked in the dim light before the tall fully dressed man held her there. Tina showed no resistance to Michael's harsh words or even cigarette smoke in her eyes. She could not imagine Daddy doing this to her, or how she would react if a man did treat her this way. Half of her mind wanted Daddy to come looking for her and stop this bizarre show, the other half was fascinated and could not turn away. 

Michael tossed the cigarette to the ground and ran his fingers through Tina's hair, bringing his fingertips to the back of her neck and his thumbs just under her ears, pressing against the jaw muscle. Tina made a sharp gasp and her mouth sprang open.

"Please, Michael," she tried to say, but could only make a high pitched squeal. 

"Be quiet!" he answered. "Your mouth's not open for you to talk." Tina sank to her knees and Michaels tone suddenly turned gentle. "This is what you need. When nobody wants your mouth, when nobody wants you, you know I'll take you."

Tina reached up and tugged on Michael's waist band with both hands and pulled at the snap, working it loose. She jerked his pants and shorts down around his thighs, exposing his cock. Little One was surprised to see it was not fully erect. Tina wrapped her fingers around his cock and vigorously milked it, pulling the skin over the head and stretching it towards her open mouth. Michael's cock grew in her fist, filling her hand and spreading her fingers as they slipped over the head. 

"You wanted him to say yes. You can't lie to me. I know you. You want that rich bastard in your mouth." Michael released her jaw, but twisted his fingers in her hair to turn her eyes up to him. "Say it, you little slut." Tina inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.

"I wanted to suck his cock," she groaned. 

Little One felt her heart beat faster and she was afraid Michael would hear her breath. Michael tilted his head back and a moan escaped his mouth. The lights showed Michael's silhouette and Little One saw how much he looked like Daddy. Except for the beard, in this light, he could be Daddy. 

Little One suddenly saw herself on the ground in front of him. She shook her head to push the image from her mind but it was quickly replaced by the feeling of Daddy's cock pressing deep into her mouth. Daddy's strong hands held her head when she sucked his cock, but he was never so mean or hateful. She felt her own mouth open slowly and her lips curl over her teeth. Michael looked down and pulled Tina closer to him. He forced her jaw open again and teased her, letting the head of his cock rub her lips and slide across her cheek. Tina squealed as Michael turned her head straight and speared his cock into her gaping mouth. The squeal stopped suddenly with a wet slap as his cock pushed into her throat and became guttural groans between quick hisses and gags. Michael kept his thumbs pressed tight to her head, forcing his cock into her in a slow deliberate rhythm. Tina's body became fluid, her arms limply flopping back as Michael thrust harder and faster. 

"That's it, Tina. You can't have Robert's cock. You have to settle for mine. Well, you stupid slut, do you feel like you settled?" 

The speed increased with each stroke until Michael tucked his chin against his chest and slammed Tina against his stomach. He held her tight, his hips jerking in rapid spasms. He kept his thumbs pressed tight to Tina's head and rocked her head from side to side, rubbing her chin against his scrotum as his cock pumped in her throat. 

Little One slumped against the wall, one hand over her open mouth and the other cupping her vulva through her robe. She tried to stay perfectly still, but both hands trembled. Michael seemed frozen for a moment and she thought this was her chance to escape unnoticed, but her legs would not respond. Michael opened his mouth for a slow lazy yawn and released Tina from his grip. He staggered back a step as his cock slid from her mouth and she slumped slowly to the rough tile and settled into a loose fetal position. Michael sat down in a chair, his pants still loose and his cock exposed. Tina made a few choking noises and began to whimper. The whimper became a soft sob as Tina tried to shift to a less uncomfortable position. Little One finally felt control over her feet and stepped towards the door, but stopped when Michael leaned down and reached for Tina's hand. 

Little One stared as he pulled Tina to her knees and she put her hands on his thighs. She tried to nuzzle his soft cock but Michael pulled her up onto his lap and tucked her head against his neck. Daddy had held Little One exactly like this, many times. Little One turned and ran through the door and into the house, not caring if she was seen or heard. 

Little One gathered her robe above her knees and ran up the stairs. At the top of the stairs she could hear her pulse beating in her ears and had to lean on the rail to catch her breath. Daddy stood by the window which overlooking the courtyard and she realized he had watched, just as she had. Little One closed the bedroom door as quietly as she could and stood there, her hand still on the door knob. He turned slightly and the bedside lamp showed his cock in perfect profile. It was almost horizontal, but not fully erect. Little One swallowed and took a breath. Even their cocks look alike, she thought. 

He waited for Little One to speak, but she only stepped closer to the bed, her mouth half open and her bottom lip pulled tight. Daddy held his hand out to her.

"Come here," he said softly. Little One took a deep breath and looked back at the door as if she expected Tina to knock again. 

"Daddy, Michael is a bastard!" she spit. 

"I know what he is," Daddy said softly.

"Why was he so rough and mean to her?" she cried softly. Daddy sighed. He had been standing by the window, wondering if Little One had seen Michael and Tina's performance. Michael knew he was in full view of the bedroom window. Little One looked at Daddy's cock again. The lamp made it cast a shadow twice its size. She felt phantom hands curve around her head and pounding pulse returned to her ears.

"I have to pee," she said and dashed into Daddy's bathroom. She gathered her robe around her waist and sat down. Nothing happened and after a moment she thought, I don't have to pee, why am I hiding in here. Little One tore a square of paper off the roll and folded it carefully. She moaned when she pressed it to herself. Cream soaked the paper and wet her fingers. She looked down, shocked to see her lips swollen and rosy pink. What is happening, she wondered. Little One wiped her fingers on more paper and flushed it. She found Daddy lying on the bed, one knee raised and his penis lying across his thigh. Little One pulled the belt of her robe loose, shrugged her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her hand reflexively covered her mound. 

Daddy his hand out to her and she climbed into bed, settling down on top of him. Instead of putting her head on his shoulder with her lips against his neck as he expected, Little One slid down and pressed her face to his chest, curling her fingers in the hair and clamping her knees against his hips. Daddy felt a shiver run through her body. He pulled the sheet over them and stretched to turn off the lamp. Little One fumbled in the dark and pulled the sheet over her head and pressed it to Daddy's collar bone. He folded his arms over her shoulders and held her, his fingers caressing her through the sheet. 

"What is wrong, Little One," he said softly. Little One rubbed her nose in his chest and kissed him. A muffled voice came from under the sheet.

"He was so mean to her, Daddy," she said. "He said horrible things about her, and me and you, too. He was so rough. I wanted you to come stop him, but I couldn't stop watching." 

"I know," Daddy answered. "It's like that sometimes. We see bad things happen, but still want to see how it ends." Little One's fingers pulled tight in his chest hair. 

"Please don't ever do that to me. Daddy," Little One whispered. Daddy's arms clamped down, pressing her tight against him.

"You know I would never do anything like that to you, Little One," he answered.

"I hated it, Daddy," she moaned, "but I liked it too."

"What did you like?" Daddy asked. He loosened his grip on her to let her breathe.

"I don't know. I'm not sure," Little One answered. "Tina was naked, she begged him not to, but she didn't fight. He fucked her mouth so hard and talked so mean. I was scared, but I wanted to touch my pussy." Little One felt Daddy's cock move under her. "I wanted to close my eyes, but even if I did, I could still hear them. Michael was saying horrible things about you and me and Tina was choking on his cock. Every time she gagged, I felt it in my, eww." Little One curled her fingers in his chest hair and pressed her forehead into his fur, trying to scrub the image form her mind. 

"We can't help what we like, or what we want, Little One," Daddy said. "Only what we do. Tell me what scared you."

Little One shifted a little and his cock pulled itself straight under her. She could feel its heat against her belly. Little One thought for a moment before answering. The weight of his arms over her shoulders and his fingers slowly stroking her shoulder blades was becoming a distraction.

"I saw you doing it me, Daddy," Little One whispered. "I couldn't stop you. I don't want to be like Tina. I don't want you to be like Michael."

"I am not Michael and you are not Tina. That is what they do. Michael likes to treat women that way and Tina might want it, I don't know, but I'm sure it's not the first time this happened." Daddy's arms tightened around her and his fingers curled into fists. "We are not Michael and Tina. Nothing like that is going to happen."

The air under the sheet was hot and thick with Daddy's smell. It was rich and musky mix of sweat and his cologne. Little One squirmed against his cock and heard a growl from deep in his chest. She rubbed her belly against his cock again and suddenly the air stifled her and it was too hot to stay under the sheet. 

She rose up on her arms and the fresh air chilled the thin layer of sweat which coated her breasts, filling her nipples so quickly she could feel the skin pull tight. Little One's neck went slack and she dragged her hair across Daddy's face. She whipped her head back, fanning her hair through the dark and dropped her open mouth to his, sealing their mouths and grinding her lips against his. She broke the kiss and hooked the corner of mouth with her tongue, tugging until it slipped loose and licked across his cheekbone and over his ear. All the smells and tastes of the evening coated her tongue, lime, spice, brandy, cigars and Daddy, most of all, the smell and taste of Daddy. Little One put her mouth to his ear.

"I know what I want," she said, loud enough to make his shoulders flinch. "I want you inside me. I want you on top of me." 

Daddy's hands clamped her ribs, lifted her off his stomach like a doll and rolled on his side, to pull her flat against his chest, her head resting on his arm. Little One kissed along his shoulder and onto his arm. Salt coated her lips and she ran her tongue flat over his bicep. Daddy's scent was strong in her lungs. She opened her mouth wide and bit, sucking the skin between her teeth, biting down on the muscle. Daddy's arm flexed and popped from her mouth, leaving her to nip at the hardened mass. Daddy pushed Little One on her back and rolled on top of her, pinning her wrists to the pillow over her head. He arched his back, released her wrists and planted his hands on the bed. Little One pressed her hands to his ribs, feeling the muscles flex as he bridged over her, letting his cock spring forward, dragging over her swollen pussy lips. She slid her hands between them and wrapped her fingers over his cock, bending it down to her slit. 




Daddy and Little One Ch. 20



Daddy's whole body quivered as he felt her slick labia open for him. His hips went slack, letting his full weight drive his cock into her. Little One wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into him until she could lock her ankles together. Daddy didn't begin to thrust. He ground his cock against her. Little One gasped and rolled her hips, feeling Daddy's cock touch something deep inside her and his pubic bone tug at her skin, pulling her clitoris tight. Daddy inhaled deeply and pulled back, rocking onto his knees and back into her. He thrust in and out, with a steady rhythm which matched his breath. 

Little One felt the familiar warmth in her belly. She could barely see Daddy's face in the dim light, but the smell of brandy, lime, tobacco and sweat was stronger as Daddy worked his cock in and out of her. She felt herself contracting instinctively in time to his motion. Little One's fingers curled in his chest hair again, this time pulling tight, nearly pulling some loose. Daddy jerked and thrust down hard with the exquisite pain. All his senses began to fade and all he could feel was Little One's hot vagina sucking at his cock and her fingers pulling at his chest. She shifted her fingers for a better grip and caught his nipples between her knuckles. 

Daddy's only reaction was to slam his cock into her with all his strength and speed. Suddenly her fantasy from the morning returned, but now it was Daddy on top of her, as she watched from the chair at the foot of the bed. His back rippled as his hips and thighs flexed, driving his cock into her swollen magenta pussy.. Daddy's balls were drawn up tight against his body, barely moving as he thrust rapidly. Images of his cock and balls filled her head as her belly tightened. Little One felt the strength leave her fingers and arms as her legs clamped tighter around his waist. Daddy sank down on her, pressing her breasts flat, squirming against her, as the heat in his cock rose. Little One's pussy was growing tighter with each thrust and suddenly clinched him tight. Her teeth scraped his chest as she frantically bit and nipped at his skin, making short gasping whimpers until she found his right nipple and sucked it between her teeth. Daddy drove his cock deep into her and froze, feeling nothing but his cock pumping inside her. 

His full weight settled down on her. Little One felt her haze clear slowly and she needed to breathe. She kissed Daddy's neck and he slid to his side, pulling her with him to lie face to face, her head resting on his arm. Daddy wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hooked his leg over her ass, pressing her tight to him. She could hear Daddy's heartbeat. The position was uncomfortable, but she knew she would stay like this until Daddy fell asleep and rolled onto his back.



Daddy and Little One Ch. 21



In the room below Daddy and Little One's bedroom, Tina lie on the bed, slowly stroking her matted pubic hair and combing it with her finger nails. She looked at the lightly snoring Michael. He was lying on his chest, cheek pressed into the pillow and his left arm hanging off the bed. 

He had been deliciously rough tonight and her jaws ached from the pressure of his thumbs. She softly massaged her neck just under her earlobes and felt a twinge in her belly. There might be a bruise in the morning, but she knew the next few minutes would be worth everything that happened earlier. 

Tina always waited until Michael left the apartment or fell asleep before pressing her fingers into her slit and relieving her own tensions. She wondered if he only pretended to be asleep while she laid beside him and rubbed herself vigorously, trying not to make any noise. 

Tonight, in a strange bed, something different happened. A strange sound drew her attention to the ceiling and she looked up at the air conditioning vent above the bed. She began to replay the evening in her mind, feeling Michael's fingers twist in her hair when she heard a faint song. The words were not clear, but the tone of a sweet soprano aria was coming from the vent. 

The song became louder and she recognized Little One's voice as the pitch climbed higher. Her smooth trill became staccato notes as a lower voice joined her. He's on top of her, she thought. He's holding her down and fucking her. Tina closed her eyes and the scene in her head dissolved to become Michael pushing her down and pulling her knees up to her breasts. 

She opened her eyes and Michael's face was inches from her. His face was slack and his eyelids sagged to half cover his blue eyes. Her fingers moved so fast she felt a cramp form in her forearm. She clenched her teeth and pursed her lips to keep from singing with Little One, but Michael opened his mouth and became the bass half of the duet. Her heels hit the bed with a series of rapid kicks and her head flopped back on the pillow, biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming. 

She was happy she had finished before her hosts in the room above her. Daddy's last cry came through the vent as her head settled into the pillow. 

Michael stirred beside her. He rose up, kissed her cheek and fell back on his pillow.

"Can we go to sleep now," he said. 

Little One stood in the door way of her bathroom and tied her hair up with a wide black ribbon as she watched Daddy draw her bath. He knelt by the tub, shirtless and barefoot, wearing only pants and suspenders. The soft morning light from the window above the tub highlighted the muscles of his back as he twisted at the waist and reached across the tub to adjust the faucet. Little One pulled her robe off, hung it up and stepped out of her slippers. 

Daddy took her hand as she stepped over the rim of the tub and settled down to soak. She leaned back, closed her eyes for a moment and slid low in the water, raising her knees. Her pussy was tender from the previous night and the hot water soothed her. Daddy rubbed the soap on the cloth and worked up a thick lather. He slid the cloth over her shoulders and down her arms. This was usually a quiet time, sometimes not a word would be spoken until Daddy stood to help her step out of the tub. 

Little One enjoyed watching Daddy's face, a slight smile of happy satisfaction, as he gently soaped and scrubbed her body. It never became a routine. He varied the order, sometimes her back first, other times her legs. Her pussy and ass were always last and even then, Little One never knew if Daddy would continue playing with her until he dropped the cloth into the water and she felt his bare hand against her. 

Daddy knew something was on Little One's mind. She had a perplexed expression, so he paused after he ran the cloth over her nipples.

"Yes, Little One," he said softly. Little One was surprised and had to collect her thoughts.

"Daddy," she said slowly, "Why does Tina let Michael do those things to her?"

"What things?" he asked in return. 

"You know what things," she said with exasperation. "Things like sending her to ask to suck your cock and then being so rough with her."

"Well, now," Daddy said, "That is an interesting question. Why do you let me do the things I do to you?"

"But you do wonderful things to me, Daddy," Little One laughed. "I like the things you do to me."

"Maybe Tina likes what Michael does," Daddy answered and motioned for her to turn around in the tub, so he could wash her back. Little One settled on her knees, holding the rim of the tub. 

"Ugh," Little One groaned. "I think it would be good for Tina to see the way you treat me. Maybe she never found a man who treated her nice." Daddy held the cloth over Little One's shoulder blades and squeezed it, watching soapy water run down her back and ass. He pushed the cloth under the water and massaged the bottoms of her feet. 

"I think," Daddy said and then paused to put more soap on the cloth. "First, I am the one who found you, and second, you just want to show off for Tina." Little One looked back over her shoulder and grinned.

"Of course I want to show off," Little One said, "but after Vangie and Cloey, Tina is not a problem for me." 

Little One heard the faint sound of feet on the stairs. The door to Michael and Tina's room has been closed when she made Daddy's coffee and there had not been any noise downstairs. 

"Hello," a tentative voice said from the hall. Little One looked back at Daddy again and waited for his signal. He gave her a wry smile and nodded.

"Tina," she called, "We're in here." It was more than a few seconds before Tina appeared in the doorway, wearing the same silk robe as last night. Her mouth fell open at the sight of Little One, kneeling naked in the tub and bare chested Daddy, kneeling on the floor beside her. 

"Oh my God," Tina blurted. "I didn't, I mean, I'll come back." Her words tapered off as Daddy wrung the cloth out and laid it over the rim of the tub. 

"Please, Tina," Daddy said with a slight smile. "Don't be uneasy. I always bathe Little One when time allows. It's a peaceful moment in the day, but we don't mind company." Daddy's hand was circling Little One's back and she was trying not to close her eyes. Tina took a deep breath and tried to concentrate. The look on Little One's face was very distracting. She seemed to be drifting off to some other place. 

"I want to apologize," Tina started, "for what I did last night." 

Daddy watched Tina with an amused smile, but kept his hand on Little One's lower back. 

"An apology is not necessary, Tina." Daddy replied. "I knew it was Michael's doing." Tina looked stricken, as if she had let a secret escape. 

"You did?" she asked. Her eyebrows almost touched over her nose. Daddy's blue eyes held her. She wanted to look away in embarrassment, but could not. 

"Yes," he said calmly, "I have known Michael all his life. It is exactly the kind of thing he would do." Tina finally managed to break his gaze and look down. She had not been sure what she was going to say past her apology and now was completely without words. 

"Well, anyway, I felt real stupid when I did it and I'm sorry," Tina said plaintively. 

Daddy rolled his finger tips over Little One's hips and into the water, cupping her right cheek in his hand and losing interest in whatever Tina had to say.

"Tina," he said softly, "the matter is over." Little One rose on her knees a bit to give Daddy's hand better access and wrapped her fingers over the rim of the tub. She tried to keep her composure, unsure what Daddy was going to do. Little One had been waiting for a pause in the conversation.

"Tina," Little One said, "What would you like to do today?" Tina popped her head up. The question surprised her. She tried to think what she would do on any other week end. 

"Michael wants me to pick up some things for him," Tina responded. "Would you like to go shopping?" Now it was Little One's turn to be surprised. She had not thought about leaving the house. Daddy's hand slipped between her thighs, which made it difficult to think about anything. 

"I think a shopping trip is a good idea," he said as he pressed his hand against her pussy. Little One inhaled sharply. 

"Yes," Little One said, trying not to gasp, "I like that. I mean I would like that." Tina was lost in her thoughts for a moment and did not realize what was happening. Little One's mouth was open as if she was about to speak more, but no words came out. Tina leaned back against the door and slowly absorbed the scene before her. 

Daddy had one hand on Little One's soft round shoulder and the other behind her, hidden below the rim of the tub. Little One smiled at Tina's blank expression. Daddy slipped a finger in her vagina and pressed his thumb to her anus. She moaned quietly as it sank slowly inside, as pleasantly warm as the bathwater. His finger and thumb pressed together inside her, a sensation Little One loved and she resisted the urge to thrust her ass back on Daddy's hand. 

Tina's knees began to weaken and she slid slowly down the door until her ass was on the floor and her robe pulled apart, over her raised knees. Little One's mind had been fixed on Daddy's hand and imagining the feeling of his hairy chest pressed to her back, but the sight of Tina's exposed pussy brought back memories of the Home and Edith. 

Little One was in her dormitory room, where she laid in bed, softly stroking herself until Madame made her last bed check. There was the sound of shuffling bed covers in the dark as a few of the girls slid beside a friend and soon, the light snores of those still asleep would be covered by stifled moans and whimpers. Little One pulled her nightgown up over her breasts waiting for Edith, who was so daring she left her gown on her bed and pressed her naked body to Little One. 

Edith pushed her arm under Little One's neck as they rubbed their bellies together with just enough room for their hands to slip between them and find the other's wet slit. Edith and Little One had played this game so many times, each knew the others rhythm and pace, beginning very slow, but increasing the speed and pressure of fingers against clitoris until both knew the other was close to orgasm. 

Daddy possessed the same ability to read her body with his hands, always knowing the perfect touch. It did not surprise her when his finger slid across her clitoris from below and began a slow soft stroke, just as she was feeling Edith's hand press into her lips. Tina was frozen in place, her breasts rising under the robe with her deepening breath and her tongue pressed against her bottom lip. 

Edith slipped from her mind, replaced by Tina, who knelt by the tub, her lips close to Little One's open mouth. She wanted to press her hand between Tina's thighs, run her fingers through the curly hair, and share the sensation Daddy was giving her. In her old bed, Edith would press her mouth to Little One's lips because neither could keep from crying out when the feelings peaked and now she wanted Tina's kiss more than anything she could imagine as the heat grew in her belly. 

Tina watched Daddy's face change from a gentle smile to intense concentration. She had never seen this expression on Michael's face. It took Tina back to the previous night and she was again on her knees, looking up at him, "Please, Sir, may I suck your cock," she said under her breath. Neither Daddy nor Little One heard her or noticed as her eyelids slowly relaxed. She could see their profile against the light as she replayed the memory of her humiliating refusal, but this time Daddy was silent. 

He rose from his chair and stood before her, his feet at either side of her knees. Tina raised her hands to his belt buckle and opened his pants in a motion smoother than she could manage in real life. Daddy's hard cock was at her lips and she looked up, to see his eyes not on her, but looking behind her. She opened her mouth and put her tongue to the head of his cock, running over the slit. Daddy groaned and she felt Little One's hand in her hair, twisting tight for grip. Little One's breath was hot on her ear.

"You want to suck my Daddy's cock?" she growled. "I'll show you how he likes it." Tina's chin dropped and her head tilted back as Little One's imaginary hand shoved her forward. Tina's throat was still bruised from Michael's rough handling and when she swallowed, she felt Daddy's cock forced against her throat. "You want my Daddy's cock?" the voice in her mind continued. "Make sure you get all of it." Daddy stood rigid as concrete while the phantom hand in her hair pushed with more force, holding her head against his stomach cutting off her air. 

She gasped and coughed, opening her eyes to see Little One's eyes closed and Daddy looking down into the tub. Tina took a deep breath and realized her hand was between her legs, her fingers webbed with her cream. 

Daddy held Little One firmly by the shoulder as she trembled under his touch. Her thighs were drawn up and her round ass, just out of the water, gave her the lines of a perfect feminine cello. The curve of her breasts gave way to her waist, which cut back out to form the globe of her ass. His lips tightened into a sly smile as his fingers played her body with delicate bow action, softly sliding through the cleft of her ass and over her clitoris. Daddy looked down at his thumb, pressing against Little One's light brown anus. 

He pushed lightly, squeezing small soap bubbles from the puckers. This part of Little One delighted him more than any other. He loved the feel, the smell, and the taste of her anus. It is fortunate, he thought, she likes it so much, because I don't do this for her pleasure. He pressed again and his thumb sank inside her asshole. Little One gasped and Daddy's cock pushed hard against his pants. The head of his cock was hot with the feeling of Little One's bottom opening for him. 

In his mind she was laying face down in their bed, her hands over her head, her legs spread, pulling her cheeks apart, exposing her sweet puckered hole to him as he held himself up on his arms, and pressed his cock against her. He felt his weight sink down and watched her fingers curl in the sheet as his cock slipped inside her. Daddy settled down, pressing his face into her hair and breathing deeply as Little One arched her pale white back and began to squeeze her anus, around his cock, flexing every muscle from her stomach to her thighs, in time to his thrusts. 

Little One squealed and Daddy realized he had pressed his thumb and fingers together, a bit too tight, clamping her clitoris against her pubic bone. It brought him back to present and he felt Little One's anus contract around his thumb, in quick pulses as her whole body quivered. 

Tina watched Little One's skin, already pink from the hot bath water, turn redder as a blush crept up her breasts and over her throat. She squealed and her eyes popped open. Little One's breath became a sharp and rapid pant, her mouth opening wider with each gasp. One great shudder wracked her and she flipped her head back, fanning her hair in the air. Tina sat on the floor, her right hand slightly raised, where it stayed when she realized she was about to touch herself again, barely aware of where she was and lost in the moment. 

A sly look from Daddy brought her quickly back. Little One gently laid her cheek on the backs of her hands, her visible eye looking at Tina and a pleased smile on her face. 

Daddy pulled a towel from the bar behind him and dried his hands. Little One sat up and turned in the tub to face him. She put her arms around his neck, and still feeling the memory of Edith's lips on hers, kissed him softly.

"Thank you for my bath, Daddy," she said. 

Tina and Little One sat in Tina's car, waiting for the iron gate at the end of the drive way to open for them. Little One held her small purse in her lap, thinking it felt oddly heavy. The purse normally held only her lipstick and compact, but today there was a phone, a wallet holding five crisp twenty dollar bills and a shiny black credit card. 

Little One had never seen a card, which looked like this one, but it had a credit card number and below that, raised letters spelled Robert A. Pater. She had expected the cash, but not the card. Daddy was so calm and business like, as if this happened everyday, she did not think to ask about how much she could spend. Daddy reminded her to bring back the sales receipts and she was getting in Tina's car before it occurred to her, this was her first trip away from the house without Daddy. Little One smiled and gave the purse a gentle squeeze, feeling as if Daddy were in it. 

Little One studied Tina, trying to fit her school friend Edith into her profile. They were about the same size and shape, but did not really look like one another. Her mind wandered, thinking about Edith and the Home, until she realized the car had stopped in traffic and Tina was looking back at her. 

"You're really sweet not to hate me," Tina said. This caught Little One by surprise.

"Why would I hate you?" she asked.

"Well, I did ask your man if I could suck his cock," Tina replied. "That's the kind of thing that pisses most women off." Little One's forehead wrinkled.

"Then why did you do it?" Tina paused before answering.

"I feel really stupid now, but Michael said it was the best way to thank Robert," Tina voice caught on the name. "Uh, I mean, Sir. It's just the way he talked about it sounded so hot, me sucking him while you watched." A horn sounded behind them and Tina's car took off with a jerk. Little One wondered where this awkward conversation was going and did not respond. "He said Rob-, I mean, Sir, liked that." 

"What!" Little One exclaimed. "He told you what!" Tina flinched at the tone of her voice. 

"Okay, okay. I said I was sorry," Tina said. "I won't do it again."

"You better believe you won't do it again," Little One continued in the same commanding voice. "You're lucky I didn't drag you down the stairs by your hair and throw you out the door. Daddy saved your ass last night, because I was about to knock you out." 

"Would you do that?" Tina asked meekly. 

"I'll do that and worse," Little One continued. "I grew up in the Home and I can snatch you bald and slap you silly."

"Wow," Tina answered quietly. She was not sure what the Home was, but Little One made it sound like some kind of women's prison. A vision came to her mind. She was lying on a concrete floor. Little One was naked and sitting astride her stomach, one hand clenched in her hair and the other ready for an open handed slap. "That would be hot."

Little One leaned back against the car door. Her eyebrows nearly touched in the middle.

"What?" she asked, incredulously. "What are you talking about?"

"Its hot, just hearing you say it, but thinking about it, you grab my hair and slap me, while I beg you to stop and promise to be good, swearing, I'll do anything you want," Tina said, all in one breath. 

Little One leaned forward to get a better look at her face, wondering if this was a joke. A pink blush was fading from Tina's cheek bones as traffic distracted her from her fantasy. Now the same image flashed through Little One's mind, but she had Tina on her knees, squealing and squirming as she pulled at the dark roots of her hair. Little One's anger fizzled as she tried to stifle a laugh, but it burst out as a giggle. Little One stuck her hand out at Tina and fanned the air like a fish tail, holding the other hand to her side, laughing hysterically, until she gasped for air. 

The car stopped in front of a sign, which read Gallery Tower Parking. It had an arrow pointing to the left and another pointing ahead. Tina looked around, unsure of which way to go.




Daddy and Little One Ch. 21



"Daddy goes to the left," Little One offered. Tina pursed her lips made a sharp turn and followed the lane around a corner. A young man in a white golf shirt and khaki shorts held his hand up to stop them. 

"He's cute," Tina said. "What's he want?" Little One shook her head and smiled. 

"He wants your car keys," she answered. 

"What?" Tina exclaimed, trying not to let panic show in her voice, twisting to see if there was traffic behind them. 

"Tina!" Little One barked. "What is wrong with you? He's going to park the car." Tina took a breath and relaxed in the car seat. She let the car roll slowly toward the smiling young man. 

Tina stood beside Little One on the curb, watching her car disappear around the corner. She studied the valet ticket stub with suspicion while Little One rolled her eyes. 

"You really are the country mouse," she said. 

"I know," Tina replied wistfully. 

The main gallery looked like a canyon to Tina. Little One stood and waited as she stared up at five floors of stores and shops, with sky walks crossing from one side to the other. A parrot squawked behind her and she spun around to see a brilliant blue bird chained to his perch. He tilted his head and looked at her sideways. Tina looked at Little One, the amazement showing on her face. 

"Have you ever shopped in the Tower before?" Little One asked.

"No," Tina replied. She opened her purse, pulled out a card, and showed it to Little One. "Michael wants me to pick up his shirts at this store." 

"I know this shop," Little One said. "Daddy's shirts are made there too. It's on the fifth level. Mr. D'Antoni is very nice." 

"Do you shop here a lot?" Tina asked, still looking around in amazement. 

"Most of my clothes are from Daddy's shop, but I like to shop here for shoes and makeup." 

"Makeup?" Tina said. "That's what I want to look for."

Ronets was one of the smaller stores in the Gallery Tower. It specialized in upscale cosmetics. The shelves and all the displays were constructed of glass and chrome. Little One looked across the large sales counter that formed an island in the middle of the shop. 

Tina was on the other side, looking at the nail polish display. She picked up one bottle after another and held it at her finger tips. Little One saw a flash of color drop from Tina's closed hand. Little One walked around the sales counter, keeping her eye on her. Tina's purse was on the floor by her feet. It was open, leaning against the base of the counter. There was another flash of color, but this time Little One saw a bottle drop straight into the purse. 

Little One backed away from the counter. Tina picked up two bottles at a time, but put only one back on the display. At the far corner of the sales island, a salesclerk was speaking on the house phone while watching Tina. The clerk made eye contact with Little One. The look on her face made Little One's stomach drop in her belly. The clerk put the phone down, but kept watching Tina. 

Little One stepped closer to Tina and tried to whisper, but her voice sounded loud in her ears.

"Tina! What are you doing?" Tina bent down quickly and snatched her purse off the floor. She looked at Little One with a puzzled expression. A loud deep voice boomed through the store.

"I need to see your purse." Little One spun around to face the chest of a tall black man in a light blue shirt. A large ornate silver badge was pinned to one breast pocket and there were gold epaulets on the shoulders. He had one hand firmly on the butt of a truncheon clipped to his belt. On the other hip, where Little One expected to see a pistol, was a slender aerosol can. He looks like a policeman, she thought, but he's not a real policeman. 

"Why?" Little One answered, but the man was looking over here.

"Not you," he barked. "Her!" Little One stepped from between them and looked at Tina. Her face was pale and her hands trembled. The man pulled the purse from her, opened it, and scooped out two bottles of nail polish. 

"I'm going to pay for them," Tina said with a shaky voice. The man dropped the bottles back in the purse and snapped it shut.

"Too late for that," he replied curtly. "Concealing merchandise is shoplifting. Let's go." He grabbed her by the arm and walked toward the entry. Tina had no choice but to step fast and keep up with him. 

The salesclerk stood there with a very smug smile.

"Please," Little One said. "Where is he taking her?" The clerk crossed her arms and raised her shoulders a bit.

"What is it with you rich bitches?" she snapped. "You got all the money in the world and come in here and think you can steal anything."

"I'll pay for it," Little One answered.

"You heard the man. It's too late, now. You should have told her not to steal." Little One felt her stomach churn. 

"I didn't know she was doing it."

"Don't give me that," the clerk replied with a sneer. "You were the lookout. You're just not a very good one." Little One felt her face begin to burn. She clamped her teeth tight to keep any of the thoughts running through her mind from escaping. The clerk raised one eyebrow, waiting for Little One's response. 

Little One spun and walked quickly from the shop. She scanned the Gallery both ways. The tall man in the blue uniform was easy to spot, standing a head above everyone else in the sparse morning crowd. Little One broke into a quick trot to catch up, losing sight of them when a fountain blocked the view. On the other side of the fountain, the man and Tina were standing by a plain door. He pulled the door open and they disappeared inside. 

Little One stood outside the door, uncertain what to do. A camera mounted on the wall stared at her as she read the gold lettering, which read, Gallery Tower Security Office, followed by a list of telephone numbers. The camera made her nervous and she walked across the Gallery to a bench on the opposite wall. She pulled her phone from her purse and scrolled through the names until Daddy came to the top. A few seconds later, she sighed in relief at the sound of Daddy's voice. 

"Hello, Little One. Are you having a good time?"

"No, Daddy," Little One moaned. "It's terrible. Tina was caught shoplifting."

"Calm down, Little One," Daddy said quietly. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, Daddy, but they took Tina to the Security Office."

"Security Office? Where are you?" 

"I'm sitting outside the Security Office of the Gallery Tower," Little One answered. 

"This is Michael's problem and probably his doing, as well. I'll call him and he can handle it. Have you had lunch?" Little One felt much better. 

No, Daddy. I haven't even thought about being hungry." 

"Just keep shopping. I'll call you when I get there and we can find someplace nice for lunch." 

"Thank you, Daddy. I would like that."

Security Officer Tim Rayford pressed the entry button and fellow Officer Taynell Johnson entered with his suspect. 

"Whatcha got there?" Tim asked. 

"This is the nail polish bandit from Ronets," Taynell answered. 

"Oh, yeah. I got some nice video of her," Tim said with a grin. Tina looked around the office. Tim sat with his back to four monitors, each a checkerboard of different camera views. 

There was a door with a tall narrow window to his left. A small sign read, Interview Room. 

"You mean you been watchin' something besides the lady's toilet?" Taynell pulled a clipboard from a hook and shoved it and Tina's purse at him. "Here, you get her info, while I tag the video files. 

"Why can't I tag the files?" Tim protested. 

"Because, you dumb cracker," Taynell said and then paused for effect, "You deleted the files last time you tried to tag them." 

Tim took the clip board and opened door to the interview room. He motioned to Tina. 

"C'mon, bad girl," he said. "Let's get this done."

Tina found herself in a small room with mirror on one wall. She assumed it was a two way glass, just like on television. There was a long narrow table with a chair on either side. She sat down and tried to stop shaking. She looked up and saw another camera mounted over the door. Tim dumped the contents of her purse and sorted out the nail polish bottles. There were five, in all. Tina took a deep breath.

"What happens now?" she asked quietly. Tim looked annoyed, turning a bottle over, looking for a price tag. 

"I take down your personal information, take your picture, and take you to the door. This is too small to prosecute, so you'll be banned from the Gallery Tower and if you ever come back, you'll be arrested for trespassing." Tina was noticeably relieved. 

"Wow," Tina said. "I mean, thank you."

"Yeah, sure, you're welcome," Tim said, still distracted by the form he had to complete. "What is your name and age?"

"Uh," Tina stammered. "Tina Smith. I'm twenty two." Tim looked at her with suspicion. 

"Twenty two? Show me your driver's license or picture ID." 

Tina picked up her wallet and thumbed through business cards and various plastic cards, but her license was not there. She emptied the wallet onto the table and spread everything out. There was a phone card, a video rental card, and two restaurant gift cards, but no driver's license. She reached in the empty purse and pulled at the lining. It was not there either. 

"I don't have it," Tina said, trying to fight panic. "I don't know where it is." Tim put his pen down. 

"Well," he said slowly. That's different." 

"Different? How?" Tina looked desperately at the table, hoping the license would suddenly appear. 

"Since you can't identify yourself, I call the City Police. They will arrest you and you're their problem." Tina felt cold from her throat to her stomach. 

"No, please, no. I'll do anything. Don't call the police." Tim pushed his chair back from the table and looked at Tina intently. His lips tightened into a smile. 

"Anything?" he asked. "Maybe we can work something out. Depends on what anything means." Tina stood and leaned across the table, her face just above his. 

"That's what it means. Do you want it or not?" she whispered. Tim stood up and unfastened his utility belt. He kept his eyes locked on Tina's as he flipped the belt onto the table with a loud clang. Tina hooked her fingers under his top shirt button and pulled him closer. "Don't look so surprised. I bet you bring girls in here, all the time." 

Her fingers worked the buttons loose, moving down quickly and pulling the shirt out of his pants. Tim's mouth hung open. This was moving much faster than he expected. Tina grabbed his belt buckle and popped it open with an exaggerated swing of her shoulders and hips. She slid her finger tips down the center of his chest, feeling a little razor stubble. 

"Oooh, you're smooth." Tim swallowed hard, trying to answer. His mouth was open but before words could form Tina unsnapped his fly and pushed her hand down the front of his pants. "You're smooth all over, aren't you?" The loose uniform pants slipped to his thighs as she pushed the waist band of his boxers down, cupping his scrotum in her hand. His cock hardened as she curled her fingers. It stretched and lay over her wrist. Tim's cock was no longer than Michael's was, but it was thicker. Tina wrapped her fingers around the shaft and felt it swell as she squeezed. The head was definitely bigger. 

She took a deep breath, knowing it was too late to stop. It levitated upward from her hand, pointing at her face. Tina looked back up at Tim. His face was redder than before and his chest rose with every breath.

"You gonna suck it or play with it?" he growled. Tina grasped it at the base and slowly pulled upward sliding her palm over the head, making Tim's mouth drop open slowly. 

"Will this get me out of here?" she asked, squeezing for emphasis. Tim took a deep breath to clear his mind, but Tina's hand was around his balls again. 

He gritted his teeth and gave her a smile, which became a sneer as he spoke.

"You do a good job and I'll think about it." Tina put her hands flat on the table and bent down, her lips almost touching his cock and ran her tongue over the head, making him flinch. This boy ought to go fast, she thought. She twisted her neck to look back up at him.

"When I'm done, you won't have anything to think with," she answered and let his cock slide into her mouth. Tim showed no reaction, so she pushed harder, lodging his cock between her tongue and palate. Now, he moaned, flexed his hips, and thrust up at her. The head lodged against her throat and she fought her gag reflex as half hearted spasms tried to force it back. Tim felt her bangs brushing his stomach. Tina was motionless, but something was massaging the head of his cock. This was a trick he had never seen. Tina's throat relaxed and her forehead pressed tight against him. Tim looked up at the camera over the door.

"Tay!" he shouted. "Hey, man. You got to see this." Tina heard him, but her ears were ringing from the pressure in her throat and the words were just noise. She gripped the edge of the table and pushed back, letting Tim's cock slip out of her mouth, raking her teeth lightly up the shaft, catching the head in her lips, and circling it with her tongue. She inhaled deeply and plunged back down.

Tay pulled the door open and stared at the sight of Tina stretched flat across the table, her head tilted back, and smacking Tim's stomach. 

"Damn, cracker," he laughed. Tim grinned back and put his hand on the back of Tina's head. 

"She went for the plea bargain," Tim cackled. Tay flipped Tina's skirt up over her waist to expose a pair of white cotton panties. 

"Let's see what you hiding in these granny drawers," he said and yanked them down to her thighs. Tina squealed over the cock in her mouth and pushed up on the table. Tim grabbed her hair and forced his cock deep into her mouth.

"Bitch!" he barked. "You aint going nowhere. Work it good, cause Tay is next." 

"Tay aint waiting for nothing. If she chokes on your little thing, she won't even get the head of my cock in her mouth." Tay kicked at her feet, forcing Tina's legs apart.

"Look at this," he said and stepped to the side to let Tim see the mirror on the opposite wall. "Blondie aint a blondie." Tina's thick dark brown pubic hair filled the space between her thighs, split by a bright pink slit. The sight spurred Tim to groan and take full control of Tina, wrapping her hair tight in his fingers and plunging her head down faster. Tina could only grunt a protest as her hands slipped and she hung by her hair. Tay unzipped his pants and fished his cock out through the fly.

"I aint seen a hairy cooch in years," he said as he squeezed and stroked his cock to a fine edge. Tina felt his big fingers separate her labia. She squirmed and kicked, losing her footing and falling against the tabletop. "Hold still, bitch," he said, slipping his hands under her hipbones and picking her up to press his cock against her. "You can jump all you in a minute." Tina tried to inhale enough to scream, but it was futile. 

Tim's cock was deep in her mouth and Tay speared her from the other end. Her toes barely touched the floor and she was suspended between them. Tay rocked on his heels, slamming into her, as Tim held firm against the table. Michael had never been this rough. All she could hear were ghastly sucking noises from her own throat as tears poured from her eyes and she waited for it to be over.

Tay pounded her from behind. His groans became insistent and the rhythm of his thrusts slowed to match. His fingers dug into her waist and he picked her up off the floor again. Her panties fell off one leg and caught on her right shoe. He slipped from her as he set her down with her knees on the table. Tay stabbed forward and his cock bounced against her stomach, nearly touching her navel. He leaned back and pushed her down, spreading her thighs and forcing her knees to slide on the slick table top. 

"Oh, yeah," he cried as he thrust inside and pulled her back against him. Tina cried when he stuck a tender spot deep inside her. Tay began to rock, holding her tight, slamming harder with each stroke until she was numb and could not feel anything except her thighs pinned against the table. 

Tim grunted and thrust into her mouth with extra force and held her there. His cock pulsed against her tongue, but was so deep she couldn't taste his semen. Tim's fingers relaxed in her hair and just as he pulled his cock from her mouth, her chin hit the table, snapping her teeth together.

Tina opened her eyes and found herself lying face down on the table with her legs hanging off. Tim was buttoning his shirt and she could hear Tay behind her. She shook her head to stop the ringing in her ears. A loud buzzer sounded and Tay left the room, leaving her alone with Tim. Tina stood on shaky legs and gathered the loose items on the table. She put them back in her purse, careful to leave the nail polish. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and took a deep breath.

"Can I go now?" she asked. Tim snapped his belt buckle shut and raised his shoulders. 

"You're not going anywhere until we find out who you are," he snapped. 

"But, you said," Tina cried, only to be cut off in mid sentence by Tim's finger, in her face.

"You sit down and shut up." Tina stepped with her panties caught on her toe and nearly tripped as her. She sat down and felt her wet ass slide on the hard plastic chair.

Tay looked at the door camera monitor to see a man in a suit and tie, waiting to be let in. He checked his uniform over and pressed the entry switch. 

"How can I help you, sir?" he asked the man.

"I am Michael Pater. I understand you have my daughter here," 

Tay studied Michael for a moment. He seemed too young to be father to the woman in the interview room. 

"I don't think so," Tay replied. "What is her name?" Michael reached into his jacket and pulled out a laminated card on a long string.

"She could have given any name, but this is her ID." He held the card up for Tay to see. The card read "Saint Elizabeth's Academy" across the top. In the center of the card was Tina, wearing a white shirt and a broad smile. Below the picture was her date of birth. Tay did the arithmetic and felt the blood drain from his head. Before he could answer, Tim's voice crackled through the console speaker.

"Alright, Tay. Whad'ah we do with her now?"

Good God, I'm a mess, Tina thought as she reached down to pick up her panties. She winced when she inhaled her own smell. I have to drive home like this. 

The door opened and Michael barged through. Tina's mouth dropped open. Michael was the last person she expected to see in this room. 

"I'm sorry," she whimpered and bit her bottom lip. Tay stood behind Michael and put his hand to his forehead. Couldn't the bitch get her drawers on, just a little faster, he thought. Tim's belt hung unbuckled from his waist and half his shirt tail was still loose. 

Michael stepped closer to Tina and turned so he could see both men at the same time.

"Can either of you explain this?" he asked. 

"Um," Tay started and then cleared his throat. "She was observed shoplifting."

"Yeah," Tim added. "We have her on video." Michael looked down at Tina, who held her knees together tight and crossed her arms, trying to look particularly pathetic. Michael turned to Tay.

"Do you rape all your shoplifting suspects?" Michael asked tersely.

"Now wait a minute," Tim cried out. "There was no rape here. She wanted to," He was cut off by Tay's raised hand. 

"Shut up, cracker," he growled to the side. Tay was trying to form a sensible answer, but there did not seem to be one. 

"Do you know Peter Andrews?" Michael asked. 

"No," Tay responded. "Who is he?" Michael tried to stifle a smug grin. 

"He is the legal counsel for the corporation, for which you work," Michael answered. "Why don't you call him and ask if this was a rape. I'll wait." 




Daddy and Little One Ch. 21



Tay sighed and looked at the floor.

"Okay," he finally said. "There was no shoplifting, there was no, uh." He stopped in mid sentence. "Nothing happened and there's nothing to say or do." Tay looked past Michael and spoke to Tina. "You are free to go and I apologize for any, uh, misunderstanding." He held his breath and waited for Michael's reaction. 

"Put your panties on," Michael growled, while still looking at the two men. Tina stood and turned her back. Tay averted his eyes and saw Tim watching her in the mirror. Tay's hand shot out and punched his arm. 

Tay waited until he heard the entry door close and sat down on the table. 

"Who was that guy?" Tim asked. Tay rested his face in his hands.

"Cracker," he said. "Shut the fuck up." Neither moved or said anything for a minute. Tay looked up at the camera over the door. "Okay, cracker. Do you remember what you did, before, to delete the video files?"

Tina walked close beside Michael as they left the Gallery. 

"I'm sorry, Michael," she said quietly. "I didn't know what else to do."

"We'll talk about it later," he said. Tina tried to see his face and not trip at the same time. 

"How did you do that? They acted like you were the president, or something." Michael pulled the ID card out of his pocket and handed it to her. "Oh my God, where did this come from?"

"I've been making fake ID's since I was twelve." Tina turned the card over. It looked as real as any ID she had ever seen. 

"Where is Saint Elizabeth's Academy?"

"No such place."

"And Peter Andrews?" 

"Just a name I made up." 

"Damn," Tina said, with admiration. "You are good."



Daddy and Little One Ch. 22



Little One sat patiently at the large desk in Daddy's study, practicing her most professional voice, waiting for someone to answer the phone. In a few seconds, she heard a delightfully smooth feminine southern accent. 

"Thank you for calling Diamond Gulf Property Management. This is Grace. How may I hepyoo?"

Little One smiled before replying. The woman sounded a little like Daddy.

"Hello, I'm calling on behalf of Robert Pater. May I speak with someone about making his house ready for occupancy, please?" "Yes ma'am, I can hepyoo with that. When will Mr. Pater arrive?"

Little One quickly read the dates and waited as she listened to the woman tap on her keyboard. It felt a little strange to be addressed as 'Ma'am". Even though Daddy was "Sir" to most people, it never occurred that she might be Ma'am to someone. 

"Will Mr. Pater be having guests?" Little One had not expected this question. 

"I don't think so," Little One said hesitantly. "Just the two of us."

"That's fine. Is there anything you will need during your stay?" Another unexpected question.

"I don't know." Little One answered. "I've never been there before."

"Oh, Honey, you are going to have a wonderful time. It's a lovely house. We'll go in the day before you arrive and open all the windows and put fresh linens on the beds. The pantry will be full of good stuff to eat and Mr. Pater's brandy will be in the liquor cabinet."

"Thank you, so much," Little One answered. 

"Well, thank you as well, Mizz Pater. If there is anything else I can do for you, please call me." 

"Yes, I will, good bye." Little One put the phone down and closed her eyes, not waiting to hear the click. "Mizz Pater" was running through her head, wondering why the woman would think she was Robert Pater's daughter. She had been careful not to say "Daddy". Suddenly it hit her. "Mizz" means "Mrs." Little One closed her eyes and sat still, wondering how Cinderella would have felt if someone at the ball had called her "Mizz Prince Charming".

The heavy fat pen that stayed on Daddy's desk was in her hand and she watched "Mrs. Robert Pater" flow from the tip in her perfect school girl script. 

"Mizz Robert Pater," she said aloud and giggled. Little One picked up the phone receiver and said "Hello. Yes, this is Mizz Pater," to the dial tone. The receiver rattled as her shaking hand tried to place it back on its cradle. "Hello," she repeated as she stood and extended her hand to an imaginary guest. "I am Mizz Pater. I am so happy you could be with us tonight." Little One wrapped her arms over her breasts and closed her eyes. She could feel her heart beating fast and took a deep breath to steady herself. 

"Mizz Robert Pater," she whispered and dashed from the study, grazing the doorway as she ran through the front room, sliding on the slick floor past the stairs and came to a stop by the large mirror in the hall. Little One stopped dead and stared at her reflection. She rose on the balls of her feet and the slick soled blue flats she always wore around the house had been replaced with white satin pumps. Daddy's big white shirt became a long white dress. Her hands held the wide lace of a wedding gown above her knees as she turned one foot to view the dangerously high heel. 

Little One studied the lace a moment and decided it was too ornate. She let it drop over the toes of her shoes and it became the plain hem of a satin gown. Her hands slid up over the smooth fabric to lift and cup her breasts. This is where the lace should be, she thought. A wide band of lace circled her waist just above where the gown draped over her hips. Vine like curls rose from the band, sprouting leaves and delicate flowers as they spread across the bust. She dropped her hands and stared at her bare white shoulders and tight cleavage. 

"Oh my," she said aloud, wondering if a person could breathe in so tight a wedding gown. The word 'wedding' made her shudder and her face was suddenly red. She bent and grabbed the hem again and bolted up the stairs, taking two steps at a time, hoping her heels would not catch on the stair tread, not slowing down until she fell backwards on the big bed in Daddy's bedroom. 

The ceiling fan turned over her head. Little One tried to concentrate on the slow moving blades, wanting to block wedding images, but it did not help. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The scent of Daddy's cologne was in the sheets. Little One moaned and put her hands over her face. This fantasy was too intense. She tried to wipe it from her mind, but it played like a video full of fast cuts, flashing to one scene to another. A church full of people stared at her, but she could not imagine who they might be. 

Little One sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her reflection in the dessing mirror, watching the blush fade from her cheeks. The wedding gown was gone, changed back into Daddy's shirt. She felt a sudden emptiness. When she lived in the Home, she had learned it was easier to not want things. When she came to live with Daddy, she had not wanted for anything. Wanting was a strange feeling. 

Little One awoke and opened her eyes to an unfamiliar sight. The light was coming from the wrong side of the room and the sheets felt different. It was a moment before she realized she was at the Beach house. The air smelled different and there was faint roar. It sounded almost like a strong wind, but softer. Daddy was not with her, but his pillow was pushed close to hers, just as it would have been in her regular bed. 

She sat up and rubbed her eyes, looking around the room. It was simply furnished, but very neat. It had been dark when they arrived the previous night and the long drive exhausted her. She barely remembered Daddy carrying her from the car and placing her in bed. Her clothes were draped over a chair, but she was not sure if Daddy undressed her, or she had done it herself.

The wooden floor creaked under her feet as she stepped through the door and found herself in a large room that stretched from one corner of the house to the other. The far wall was all large windows which looked onto a wooden deck. Beyond the deck was a blue gray horizon. Little One's eyes adjusted to the bright daylight and she saw a brilliant white beach stretching down to the water of the Gulf of Mexico. 

She pushed the door open and a stiff breeze pulled it away from her. There was another house to the right, with more beyond it and large high rise buildings farther down the beach. Little One looked around for people, but there was no one in sight. She walked to the rail of the deck and stood there, letting the salty air blow over her naked body. The deck was at least twelve feet above the ground and gave her a full view up and down the beach. The morning sun was just over the tall buildings in the east and the sky was turning a brilliant blue with patches of bright white clouds.

A few people walked by the edge of the surf, but they were too far away to see her. A man stood up by the water, directly in front of the house. He held a long fishing rod in both hands and swung it over his head. Little One recognized the shape of Daddy. Even at this distance, his wide shoulders and large arms were distinct. Her first impulse was to bound down the wooden steps, but thought she ought to dress first. Little One had brought an entire suitcase with beach wear, but didn't take time to unpack. She pulled up the shorts she had worn in the car and grabbed Daddy's shirt, snapping the top two buttons as she ran barefoot down the stairs.

Little One tried to run, but her feet sank to the ankles in the dry sugary sand, pulling all strength from her calves and thighs in just a few yards. Daddy had vanished below the horizon and she had to plod with slow deliberate steps toward the Gulf. The white sand became darker and firmer, making it easier to walk. 

Daddy was sitting on a mat, close to the surf wearing only a pair of ragged cutoff pants. A large ice chest was on one side and his fishing rod was on the other. It was held upright in a piece of plastic pipe and the line stretched out into the water. Little One stopped to catch her breath. The walk from the house was more labor than she imagined possible. 

She called to him, but the roar of the waves covered all sounds. Daddy sat still, watching a large orange float bob in the swells. Every other swell would form a wave and the float vanished in the foam to reappear on the other side as it passed. Suddenly the rod bent toward the surf and the reel spun as the orange float was pulled under. Daddy stood and took the rod in hand, letting a little more line play out before sharply jerking back. He dipped the rod slightly and turned the handle, keeping the line tight. The muscles across his back rippled under the skin as he twisted at the waist to raise the rod slowly, keeping the tip bent under the strain.

Little One dashed the short distance over the wet sand to stand by his side. "Daddy!" she exclaimed. "You caught a fish." Daddy grinned at her without letting up on his effort. "Let's hope so." The float reappeared and darted left and right as the fish was pulled into shallow water. A flash of silver broke the surface and the helpless fish flopped as the wave receded, leaving it gasping in the air. 

Daddy held the rod high in his left hand, keeping the line tight as he bent down and picked the fish up by the gill. The fish continued to flop as it hung from Daddy's fingers. It was almost as long as his arm and reddish brown iridescent waves ran down its scales as it flexed. A large round spot just at the tail fin looked like another eye.

"Daddy, it's beautiful. What kind is it?" "This is usually called a redfish, but today, this is a lunchfish." Daddy set the rod back into the pipe and curled the fish into the ice chest. The ice rattled and the chest rocked as the redfish settled into its new home. He turned to Little One, obviously quite proud of himself. "Do you want go for a swim?"

Little One looked as the brownish green water. A small wave washed foam around her bare feet. " Swim? You mean in there?" She had just seen a fish almost half her size come out of the water and now was not sure she wanted to go where there might be more. 

"You can swim, can't you?" Daddy asked. 

"Of course I can swim, but it was always in a swimming pool. I could see what was in there." Daddy chuckled, thinking of the sea monsters going through Little One's mind.

"Don't worry," he said, slipping off his canvas shoes taking her hand. Little One stepped to the edge and let a small wave wash around her feet. The water was not as cold as she expected. The sand dropped off and she was suddenly thigh deep in the swirling water. She squeezed Daddy's hand, half to keep her balance and half to keep from dashing back toward the dry sand. Daddy could see her distress and stifled a laugh. 

Daddy tugged her in the other direction and she expected to be neck deep, but the sand rose and they were knee deep again. Little One looked down. The water was clear and she could she her red toenails dig into the sand. A small swell moved under her and snapped at the backs of her knees. She turned to face the Gulf and saw a larger swell moving toward her. It rose between her thighs, almost touching her shorts. 

"Look!" Daddy called, pointing at the even larger one following it. Little One gripped his hand as the water rose from knees to over her waist. Cold water rushed between her thighs, soaking through her shorts and shirt tail. The force almost rocked her over. Her arm wind milled through the air and slapped the water, splashing her face. 

"It's salty!" she said in amazement. 

Daddy laughed and kicked against the sandy bottom to push them back against the moving water. Little One felt weightless as she kicked, not touching the bottom. A small swell passed under, tugging them toward the beach, but Daddy held them in place, rising to keep their heads above water. 

Little One pulled her hair from her eyes and laid her head back on Daddy's shoulder. The gray mist had cleared and the sky was a brilliant blue. Daddy's eyes, she thought, and closed her own eyes, feeling nothing but his neck against her cheek and thinking she could easily fall asleep like this. Daddy's voice called her back to the waking world. "Look, the tide is coming back in.

Little One opened her eyes to see a new swell rise on the horizon rise and hide the Gulf beyond it. It grew taller, rising high above her head, until the top curled over and turned white as it rolled toward them. Her first instinct was to scramble back to the safety of the beach, but Daddy held her firmly against his chest. A trough of low water ran ahead of the wave. 

"Hold your breath" he said, yelling to be heard over the roar. As the water receded around them, Daddy crouched and waited for a moment and then sprang into the face of the wave. Cold water covered her head, muffling the sound, as they tumbled backwards and rising under the force of the water. The roar returned and Little One found herself flying through the air on the foamy crest of the wave. It lasted only a moment and her feet touched bottom again as she watched the wave roll up the beach. 

Little One shook her head to clear the water from her ears. "I want to do that again," she said and dashed back into the surf, high stepping until waist deep water made it impossible to move fast. The next wave came upon her quickly and she tried to jump into it as Daddy had, but was too slow. Daddy stood at the water's edge and watched her disappear into the rolling wave. 

Her feet came out of the foam, kicking wildly as she tumbled in the crest. Daddy braced himself against the current, trying to get closer, leaping to clear the wave as he met it. A mop of wet black hair appeared and Little One stood up in waist deep water, wiping her eyes and spitting salt water. 

"Are you alright?" he asked. Little One pulled the hair out of her face and grinned. "I didn't do very well that time, but I think I know what I did wrong," she said and turned back to catch the next wave. Little One spun as she jumped, turning to face the beach and spread her arms to ride the crest like a porpoise. The wave carried her almost to the sand and left her kneeling in the water, grinning at Daddy. 

"Do the waves ever get bigger?" she asked.

"Only in a storm. This is about as big as they get." Little One looked over her shoulder with a little disappointment on her face. 

"I always wanted to try it on a real surfboard." Daddy sat in the water beside her. The water washed around his chest as Little On put her arms around his neck and straddled his lap.

"If you want to really surf, we can go to California or Hawaii, even Australia. The waves there are big enough." 

"Could we, really?" Little One's shirt floated up around her neck, letting her press her breasts to his chest. 

"We could go anywhere," Daddy replied, holding her as they were rocked by a small swell. 

"Hawaii sounds nice. I saw an old movie that was set in Hawaii. It was about World War Two. A couple was lying in the sand, hugging and kissing while the waves washed around them. I thought it was so sexy and I couldn't sleep that night, thinking about making love in the surf." Little One wriggled closer, wrapping her legs around his waist. 

"That movie was old when I was younger than you," Daddy said with a smile. "There are a lot of things in movies, which are not as much fun as they look." A pout came over Little One's face. She had been enjoying a fleeting thought of slipping out of her shorts and replaying the scene. "Is that one of them?" "I'm afraid it is."

The glare of the sun on the water made Little One squint and turn her head away. Daddy looked up and declared, "We need to get out of the sun." "But this fun," Little One moaned. "I know, but there's plenty of time later."

They gathered up Daddy's gear. Little One carried the fishing pole while Daddy handled the ice chest and trudged back to the house. The sand was hot now and stung her feet. She saw why Daddy wore his ragged canvas shoes. 

There was a concrete pad at the base of the stairs and above it, fastened to the piling was shower head. There was a faucet with a short piece of green hose, closer to the ground. Daddy unsnapped his fly button and let his shorts fall to the ground. Little One looked up and down the beach, but there was no one else in sight. Daddy put his head under the spray, letting the water run through his hair and down his back. He ran his hand through the crease of his ass, rubbing vigorously with his fingers. 

Little One felt a slight blush come over her face. She had seen him do this with a cloth many times, but outdoors and in the daylight, it seemed much more salacious.

Daddy stepped back and waited for her. Little One peeled off the wet shirt and slid her shorts down. She stepped under the spray and squealed. The shower was frigid compared to the Gulf water. She ran her fingers in her hair, feeling grains of sand against her scalp. After a full spin under the water, Daddy turned the spray off and she thought they were finished, but he twisted the faucet handle and water spit from the green hose. 

"Spread you feet a little," he said, trying to suppress a smile. Little One's forehead wrinkled, feeling the cold water splatter at her feet. "The sand gets everywhere." Her mouth dropped open and she looked down between her thighs. Little One pulled a finger though her slit and felt course sand against the tender tissue. She pulled the lips apart and braced herself as he brought the hose closer. The cold water washed between her thighs, washing away the grit. Little One pushed a finger deep inside her vagina and sighed with relief. 

"Sex on the beach sounds terrible, now," she said, as she bent down to wring water from her hair. "It tastes like cough syrup, too," Daddy answered with a smirk. "What?"

Daddy could not suppress his grin. "Never mind. Just another old movie."

Little One took the time to unpack the suitcases while Daddy made noise in the kitchen. She had last seen him stroke a long shiny knife across a steel and then head down the stairs to where he left the ice chest. This was one part of fishing she would prefer not to watch. 

She looked over the suit bottoms in the drawer and picked up a white pair. The waist was just below her hip bones, but was cut full over the hips and came down to the crease of her thighs. The catalogue listed them as "boy shorts". Little One tugged at the crotch trying to make it lie flat across her mound, but the fabric perfectly defined her vulva. She wondered what sort of boy might wear these shorts, since there was barely room for her in them and certainly no room for boy parts. 

The redfish sizzled as Daddy slid the filets into melted butter and put a lid on the skillet. He turned the flame down until only a faint ring of blue showed from the burner and turned to see Little One smiling at him. She stood in the door of the bedroom in a white cover up, tied at the waist, but open across her cleavage. 

"Can we go swimming again, this afternoon," she asked. Daddy wiped his hands on a towel as his eyes studied her, starting at her feet and rising slowly. His sigh became an involuntary moan when she raised her shoulders to pull the thin fabric over her nipples. 

"Maybe in the morning, if you get up early enough. I have plans for the evening." Little One tried not to look cross. What was the point of a beach house if one did not go to the beach?

"We won't have time after lunch?" Daddy smirked and motioned to her with one hand. "Look at your legs." Little One looked down to see a crisp red line across the front of her thighs where the sun had found uncovered skin. "Any more sun than you got this morning and you will look like a crawfish." 




Daddy and Little One Ch. 22



Little One tried to figure how long she had been in the sun that morning. It seemed like a very short time. "From now on, when you are in the sun, you will have sunscreen on, and plenty of it." Little One softly rubbed the red line on her thigh. It was warm to the touch. "Yes, Daddy," she replied.

The mid-day sun turned the beach glassy white. Little One put her sunglasses on and settled down on the chaise lounge under the awning of the deck. Daddy sat in a chair at the table, scrolling through pages on his laptop. She could usually tell what he was doing, just by the look on his face. Daddy had one expression when he read business matters and another when he was browsing for fun. Little One was happy to see his "fun" face, because she hoped he would find some relaxation while they were here. Even though she never felt neglected when they were together, it was difficult not to feel jealous to the time he spent working. 

A cool dry breeze blew from the Gulf and Little One fought to keep her eyes open. The redfish Daddy prepared for lunch may have been to blame, but the cold white wine was a more likely culprit. Little One rolled on her side and fluffed the cushion under her head. Daddy was still staring at the screen intently, but relaxed. She loved to watch him in moments like this, which were not often. He had a way of making a cigar look like hard work. There had been a change in Daddy. She was not certain what it meant, but he seemed less eager to leave every morning and came home earlier. 

This trip to the beach house was a complete surprise. Daddy had never mentioned the place before the night he asked if she would like to spend a few weeks at the beach. Her first thought was she was being sent alone, because she could not imagine him taking more than a few days off from work. It was hard to imagine Daddy in a place where all he was supposed to do was relax. 

When Little One opened her eyes, the shadows were on the other side of the deck. She had no idea how long she had been asleep, but Daddy was no longer on the deck with her. Her belt had come loose and the cover up was open. She raised her sunglasses and looked down over her pale white breasts and belly, wondering how she would look with a tan. The red line was still tender to the touch. 

Little One had always envied the brown eyed girls whose skin darkened every summer. At the Home, there was a narrow staircase which led to the roof over the dining hall. In the early spring, some of the girls would sneak up the stairs, carrying a blanket and suntan oil. They would later appear in the showers, quite proud and pleased with their bronze bodies, unmarred by tan lines. Little One could not imagine anything more unappealing than lying naked in the sun on a hot day, but lying in the shade suddenly seemed like the most pleasant thing in the world. 

The beach scene from the movie came back to her mind. She could barely remember any other part of the film, even the actor and actress's names. The girls were lying around the rec room, some on the couch, and others on the floor. The only light was the flicker of the black and white movie and there was more interest in the debate over whose turn it was to make more popcorn. 

The chatter went silent when the surf rolled up to catch the lovers on the sand. Little One stared, unable to inhale as his huge arm rose from the foam and pulled her to him for a kiss. The actress obviously understood the sand problem because she quickly broke loose and ran for the blanket. 

Little One felt the floor shake when the man dropped to his knees on the blanket for another hard tight kiss. Her mouth opened as she waited to feel the pressure of his lips on her, but instead a high pitched whimper escaped her throat. There was a giggle and someone said, "Little One wants a big one," which produced a chorus of giggles. 

It was true. She did want a big one, though she was not exactly sure what it meant. A big man might have a big penis, but Edith had assured her this was not always true. Now, she had her big one and it was nothing like anything she had every imagined. Sometimes her life seemed more like an old movie than any old movie she had ever watched when she lived at the Home. 

Little One almost drifted into sleep again, but she heard voices from somewhere below the deck. Two men talked for a bit and then a car door slammed. She heard an engine start and at the same time heavy feet pounded the steps. Little One coyly pulled the cover up across her breasts and pulled the sunglasses down over her eyes, thinking Daddy might have someone with him. He appeared at the top of the stairs, alone, but carrying a large cardboard box. 

"Did you have a nice nap?" he asked as he set the box on the table. 

"I'm not sure I ever fell asleep," Little One answered as she swung her feet to the deck, wanting to appear interested in whatever was in the box. It was certain to be another Daddy toy, some kind of gadget that did something better than the old way of doing it. She had seen this many times and each time gave it her full attention. 

"What's in the box, Daddy?" she asked, trying her best to sound excited. He smirked and produced a wicked folding knife from his pocket. The blade swung open and locked with a sharp snap. Little One's eyes popped open at the sight. The beach house seemed to come with a new set of toys. Daddy quickly slit the packing tape across the top and tore down the side to pull the box open. 

Little One fought the urge to roll her eyes at the sight of what appeared to be an airline carryon bag. The one thing they had no need of was more luggage. Daddy pulled the packing away to reveal backpack straps and a soft button control panel. It wasn't an ordinary carryon bag. Daddy reached into the torn shipping box and produced an electric cable. He inserted one end into the side of the strange thing and the other into a wall outlet. Two small red lights on the control panel started to blink and a soft purr came from inside. Daddy smiled and waited for Little One's reaction.

She looked at him over the top of her sun glasses. "I think an electric backpack should have a longer cord." 

"It's not an electric backpack, it's a backpack refrigerator, and it's charging. It arrived just in time for our starlight picnic tonight." 

"I like the sound of starlight picnic," she said. "On the beach?"

"Not on the beach," Daddy replied, "but close. I know a nice place."

Little One settled back onto the chaise and let Daddy continue his preparations. There was a vague feeling she should get up and do something, but the breeze and the surf seemed to suck energy from her body.

Little One packed her beach bag with a few things she thought might be needed and pulled her hair off her shoulders with a band. The sun was just above the horizon when Daddy slid his arms through the straps of his new toy and pulled it to his shoulders with a quick shrug. Little One reached up and pulled the sleeve of his t-shirt smooth under the strap. The little lights on the control panel were now a cheerful green. 

The sand was still warm, but not as hot as earlier in the day. Little One discovered that her beach thongs did not make walking any easier, so she slipped them off and dropped them in her tote. When they reached the firmer sand by the water, they turned and headed down the empty beach. 

"Why aren't there houses here?" Little One asked. "There once were lots of houses along this beach," Daddy replied. "The state government bought all the property and made a bird sanctuary." "What did they do with the houses?"

"Some were moved, some were torn down." Daddy turned to face the dunes and scanned the horizon. "Now it's a wildlife preserve."

"Wildlife?" Little One asked, looking for any movement in the grass stalks that dotted the dunes. "What kind of wild animals live here?" 

Daddy smiled, certain Little One imagined bears watching them. "Just the usual creatures, rabbits, fox, raccoons, and all the birds. There were wolves and panthers, but the big predators have been gone a hundred years." Little One relaxed when she heard this. "The wild animal they were most worried about was the smallest one." 

Little One's eyes brightened at this thought. "How small?" she asked.

Do you see the grass on the dunes? That is sea oats. The roots hold the dunes in place. Without sea oats, all of this sand would blow away and storms would drive salt water into the trees and kill them." Little One tried to look at the dunes with new interest. Daddy had slipped into lecture mode and there was nothing to do but listen intently. She knew there was a point to it all, but sometimes Daddy took a while to reach it. 

"What about the little animal," she said, trying to speed the story. 

"The little animal is the dune mouse." Little One smiled. Dune mouse sounded like a children's story. "The dune mouse eats the sea oats. He stuffs himself and then buries whatever is left over. The buried oats sprout where he hides them and keeps the sand in place."

"So, he is like a little farmer, sowing sea oats all over the dunes," Little One mused, smiling at the thought of Farmer Mouse. "Why did the refuge stop at your house, Daddy?"

"Some people think it's because I had enough money and influence to stop the government from taking it."

"Take it? I thought you said they bought the houses," Little One said.

"They did pay for them, but the owners didn't really have a choice. By the time most of the land was purchased, they ran out of money and the refuge is smaller than planned," Daddy said with a relieved sigh.

"Would you have sold your house?" 

"I would hate to do that. My grandfather built this house to have a place to spend the hot summers before air conditioning. It's stood through more hurricanes than I can count. I spent a lot of time here when I was young. I was a lifeguard at the State Park when I was in school." Little One giggled, trying to imagine a young Daddy.

"Were you the guy who blew the whistle and yelled at the kids who were splashing in the pool?" she giggled. Daddy wrinkled his forehead, which immediately quieted Little One's laugh. 

"I was a saltwater life guard at the State Park Beach," he said firmly. Little One turned and looked over the waves that looked dark and sinister in the dusk light. 

"Did you ever save anyone's life?" she asked.

"I pulled a few people out of the water, but I wouldn't call it life saving. I never lost anyone on my watch, though." 

Little One was lost for moment with the image of Daddy sprinting across the sand and diving into the surf to, as he called it, "pull someone out of the water." She looked around again. The lights of the houses had disappeared behind the curved shoreline and the Gulf was now a large dark mass. All that remained of the sunset was an orange band across the horizon and stars began to appear overhead. 

She wished Daddy had not mentioned panthers and wolves. Despite his assurances, Little One could see panthers hiding in the shadows behind every dune and moved close to Daddy, catching his hand in hers. 

"What's the matter?" he asked, sensing her apprehension. "It's going to be dark out here. Where is the moon?" Daddy squeezed her hand and laughed. "The moon will rise in a few hours and there is enough light to see where we are going." Daddy said, pointing to a tall dune which dwarfed all others facing the beach. Soon they were facing a white bluff of sand. 

Little One craned her neck upward as they came near. It didn't seem possible for it stand so tall. A fringe of sea oats clung to the top edge, a few pointed down, hanging loose from the roots. Little One was relieved when Daddy turned again and walked toward a low spot between the dunes. The rear slope of the tall dune was much gentler and they were quickly standing on the flat top. 

Daddy slipped the backpack off his shoulder, pulled a thin blanket from the side pocket and spread it on the sand. Little One was not paying attention to him. She stood facing the Gulf, hesitant to get to near the edge of the dune. The sun set had faded, replaced by a black sky, peppered with brilliant stars. A few orange tinted lights dotted the horizon. The front panel of the backpack folded down to form a small table and revealed the contents of the cooler. A soft blue light shown on a champagne bottle and several small plastic tubs. Little One knelt on the blanket as Daddy wrestled the cork from the bottle and poured two cups.

"Thank you," Little One said with a smile as she took a cup from Daddy's hand. One tub contained cut fruit, cantaloupe and watermelon. The other was filled with chunks of white cheese. The fruit was icy chilled and the cheese was warm and soft. Little One was not surprised. 

Daddy set his cup back on the tray and waited until he had Little One's attention. "I have been thinking, lately." His voice trailed off, as if searching for words. Little One looked carefully at his face, hoping for some clue of what he was going to say. Daddy never wasted words and always sounded very sure. This was something new. "Would you like to live here, most of the year? On the Gulf, I mean." This was the last thing she expected to hear. 

"Would you be here with me?" Little One asked. There was a small choke in her voice. She tried to not reveal her first thought, which was some kind of exile to the beach, while Daddy went back to the house. Little One could see a slight smile curl his lips as he read her mind. 

"Of course I would be. What I am saying, is sell the store and retire to the Gulf. We could live here, travel whenever we wanted, do anything we liked." Little One's head spun from hearing Daddy use the word "we" so many times in one sentence. 

"But," Little One said in confusion. "What about the store. What would you do?" 

"Marcus White would buy the fashion division in a minute. I would just walk away from it." Little One could not imagine this happening. 

"Could you really do that? Would you be happy?" she asked. 

Daddy took a deep breath and clasped his hands in front of him. "Here is the thing, Little One. I am twenty years older than you. That is not a big deal now, but it will be, in twenty years, and an even bigger deal, twenty years after that." Little One stared at him, unable to speak. The starlight barely showed his face. Twenty years seemed like a very long time. She could not imagine that far into the future. In her mind, neither of them would ever grow old. 

"I want to spend the next twenty years with you, not selling dresses and worrying what color is in this year. I finally have something to do besides work and I don't want to waste any more of my life." Little One felt her bottom jaw slowly drop till her mouth was wide open. She would have screamed, but her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. She desperately wished for something wet besides the champagne, but she emptied her cup in on gulp and took a breath.

"I will live anywhere, go anywhere and do anything, if I am with you," she replied in a low steady voice. Daddy slid his hand over her cheek, slipped his fingers into her hair and pulled her face close to his. 

"Do you have twenty years to spare?" he asked softly. Little One closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his for a soft kiss. Her mouth was still chilled from the champagne and his tongue was warm against hers. 

"Twenty years and twenty after that, if you'll keep me that long." Daddy smiled and kissed her again. 

"Let's wait and see what these tired bones look like in twenty years," he replied and poured the last of the champagne into each cup. Little One picked up her cup and was about to take a sip when Daddy held his out to her. "Here's to twenty years and beyond." 

Little One waited a moment and touched her cup to his, hoping to hear just a little more.

"Yes," she whispered, hoping the darkness hid her wistful smile. Her boarding school days spoke to her as she looked at Daddy across her cup. Be happy for what you have and never be unhappy for what you don't have. I have a man who loves me. I have a home. I have everything I need. This short inventory lifted the wanting feeling and her smile brightened. "Twenty years at the beach with my Daddy sounds wonderful," she said and tilted her cup back. 

Little One lay on her back and stared at the sky. The sky was blacker and the stars more brilliant than she had ever seen. She tried to pick out familiar constellations, but there so many more stars, she was not sure where they were. A hazy silver streak was straight above them. 

"Daddy, is that smoke," she asked, pointing to the sky. 

"That is the Milky Way," Daddy replied. Little One closed an eye and tracked it across the sky with her finger.

"I've never seen it before," Little One said quietly. "Hera woke up to find baby Hercules sucking on her nipple. She pushed him away and milk squirted across the sky to form the Milky Way," she recited from memory. Little One rolled onto her side and studied Daddy's silhouette. "Poor little Hercules." 

Daddy smiled and chuckled. "I think I remember that story." 

"I love those stories. We had to learn all of the myths. My favorite was Medusa."

"Medusa? Why Medusa?" Daddy asked as shifted to face her. "She was so ugly, she turned men to stone. Little One pushed her hand under his shirt and ran her fingers across the hair on his stomach. 

"Maybe she wasn't ugly as all. Maybe she was so beautiful, men turned to stone because it was too intense." Little One hooked her hand in the waist band of his shorts and tugged down until her knuckles grazed Daddy's cock. It flexed and strained as she wrapped her hand around the shaft. "Look at this. You're turning to stone and you don't think I'm ugly, do you?" 

"No," Daddy growled, "Not ugly at all." He ran his fingers through her hair as she bent down to kiss the head of his cock and run her cold tongue over it. His penis warmed her mouth as she slipped her lips down until it was pressed against her throat. The position was awkward and she fought to inhale, not wanting to rise for air. His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her up just enough to let her breath. 

The beach scene replayed in her mind again and she craved to feel Daddy's lips pressed tight to hers. She pushed up on her arms, leaving a slurping kiss on his cock and craned her neck back to reach his mouth. Her toes dug into the blanket as they kissed, Daddy holding his back rigid to keep from rolling over backwards. He put his hands under her arms and lifted her up, holding her face inches from him. Little One strained to touch her mouth to his again. 

"Take off your clothes," he said. Little One pinched her bottom lip between her teeth and rocked back on her heels to stand up. She turned her back to pull her shirt over her head and let her shorts drop to her ankles. She bent at the waist and slid her panties down her thighs, keeping her knees straight until they were at her ankles. 

The star light reflected off the white sand painted her pale skin blue as she stood and gathered her hair, holding it off her neck. Little One stood motionless, waiting for his touch. The surf muffled all sound, but she knew Daddy was standing behind her. The cool breeze stiffened her nipples. She released her hair and ran her hands over her breasts, delighting in the shiver that went down her belly to her thighs. 

Daddy cupped his hands over her shoulders and pulled her back against his bare chest. His cock pressed into the small of her back. Daddy's teeth nipped her shoulder, sliding under her ear, forcing her head back against him. There was a faint taste of sweat and scent of her shampoo. It made him hungry for more and he pushed his tongue against the corner of her mouth. Little One twisted in his arms to face him, pressing her lips hard to his. She broke the kiss, needing to inhale and rubbed her face in the fur on his chest. Daddy cupped her ass in his hands and lifted, bringing her mouth to his and let his cock spring between her spread thighs. 




Daddy and Little One Ch. 22



Little One tried to lock her ankles behind his back, but just kicked at the air as Daddy bounced her, trying to force his cock into her. He groaned in frustration and pulled her tight against him. Little One shrieked as he bent at the knees and leaned forward. She thought they were going to tumble over, but Daddy lowered her gently to the ground with her ass resting on his thighs and her shoulders pressed hard against the blanket. Little One hooked her ankles around his waist and squirmed backwards, pulling herself against his cock. Daddy leaned down and kissed her neck, dragging his teeth across the tender skin under her ear. His untrimmed beard had lost its bristly sting and felt soft against her cheek. 

Little One slid her hands down his ribs and between their bellies, wrapping her fingers around his penis. Daddy rose on his knees, giving her room to pull the skin over the head. She wanted to push him over on his back and feel his cock deep in her mouth. The short taste she had a moment earlier left her wanting more, but the deep growl in his throat meant he would not wait. Daddy rocked on his knees, trying to thrust inside her, but she let her swollen lips tease the head of his cock, keeping a firm grip and sliding it against her clitoris. Little One enjoyed this, knowing it was the last bit of control she would have for a short while. 

There were times when Daddy held her naked body and played her like a violin. His hands slowly stroked and plucked, pulling the perfect chords from her, little moans and cries that became a melody that repeated, each time louder than before, until her voice became an uncontrolled scream. 

This time, she was not in the string section and she knew Daddy would soon pound her like a drum. This was just as good as a violin, but different. Daddy only endured the teasing because while one hand kept him from thrusting deep inside her, the other bathed his penis in her cream. Daddy flexed from his thighs to his shoulders each time her smooth hand slid over the head of his cock. Little One curled her spine into a ball, raising her ass off the blanket, sliding his penis across her perineum until it found her anus. 

It was wet and slick between her cheeks, but Daddy's first thought was of the need for more lubrication. Little One felt his hesitation and curled her fingers under his scrotum, feeling her anus flare as she pulled him closer. Daddy opened his mouth to speak, but Little One pushed two fingers in his mouth. He moaned as the scent of her cream filled his nose and closed his lips on her fingers, sucking them clean. 

"Please," she moaned. "Don't stop. I need it so bad." 

Daddy smiled gently pried her fingers from his testicles. Little One reluctantly released him and lifted her feet into the air. Daddy put two fingers against her slit and coated them in cream. A wanting whimper escaped her throat. "Please," she repeated, "I need it in me."

"Shhhh," Daddy said softly. "I know what you need." He pressed his fingers to her anus, rubbing the slick cream into the pucker, feeling the little muscle soften under his touch. Little One's whimper became a cry as first one finger and then the second slipped inside her. 

"Yes, that's it. Please," she moaned. 

Daddy pressed his cock to her slit one more time and then held it against her anus. Little One took a deep breath and waited for the familiar feeling of his cock slowly stretching her. It was the most delicious feeling she had ever known and tonight was more intense the ever before. The first thrust was never fast enough for her. The ache was exquisite and she wanted more of that sweet pain, but Daddy was in control, pressing just hard enough to be a cruel tease. 

He leaned forward and the sand shifted under the blanket, causing his hips to jerk reflexively. Little One gasped at the sudden stab. She reached into the dark and pulled her knees to her breasts, trying to roll her ass up to meet his cock. Daddy grabbed her ankles and held her tight, pressing forward until he felt her slip over the head of his cock. 

It was a little more sweet pain than she expected and her fingers curled, pulling the blanket into her fists. Daddy kept his hands on her ankles, holding the perfect angle as his cock went deep inside her. He waited for the tension in her legs to relax as the ache slowly faded. Her thighs were parted just enough for her hand to slip between and find her clitoris. The little bud was already swollen and hot to her touch. She pulled her fingers over it, sending a spasm thorough her belly and tightly clenching his cock. 

Daddy flinched, pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back inside her. Something was different, much tighter and hotter. He knew it was the lotion, or the lack of it. It did not matter now. He could not and would not stop. Little One felt the heat and friction, as well. Daddy's cock was pulling at her tender hole as he rocked back. Her fingers worked faster, dipping inside her vagina for more cream and rubbed harder. The first ripple moved through her belly followed quickly by a second. 

Oh no, she thought. This is too fast. She wanted it to last longer, but there was no fighting this feeling. Her arms went slack and fell useless, by her side. The wind moving through the sea oats became a roar in her ears and the stars began to move in the sky. The silver streak of the Milky Way undulated overhead. 

Little One wanted to touch herself again, but Daddy released her ankles and pressed his belly to hers. His thighs smacked her ass as he pounded into her, pushing her to the edge of the blanket. She tried to pull herself back onto him, but there was nothing to hold. Little One threw her legs around his hips and grabbed his chest hair with both hands. Daddy yelped aloud, but did not break his rhythm. Another spasm went through her belly. She pulled harder and caught his nipples between her fingers. 

Daddy fell down on her, crushing her hands between them, but she kept her grip, twisting his nipples until he opened his mouth wide and bit down on her shoulder. The sharp pain in her shoulder distracted her from the dull pain that was building in her asshole. It was dry and starting to burn but his cock pulsed and suddenly felt warm and soothing.

Daddy's thrust became short and desperate. His teeth loosened their grip and his full weight settled down onto her. She kept her legs around him, not wanting his cock to slip out of her. This was a familiar situation for Little One and she did not want it to end, but the need to inhale finally overcame her desires. 

Daddy rolled onto his back and pulled her close to him, with her cheek resting on his chest. Little One listened to the familiar drum of Daddy's heart beat. A small piece of the pale yellow moon appeared on the black horizon and rose quickly. Its speed mimicked the sunset she had seen earlier. 

The moon was soon a pale white disc, over powering the nearby stars. Little One bit her lip and inhaled slowly. She wanted to slide on top of him and rub her nose in the fur, but the moon held her in place. Salt air from the Gulf mixed with the scent of Daddy's sweat. She tried to catalog everything she could feel at the moment. Daddy's heart in one ear, the rush of the surf in the other, a warm breeze across her naked body and the moon painting a gray streak across the water, was the most she could list. Twenty years of nights like this one seemed a nice prospect. 

I have spent too much time indoors, she thought. I wonder if anyone on Earth could be happier than I am, at this moment. Little One closed her eyes and let her mind wander. If there was one person, it would have to be Mizz Robert Pater.