I was never brave enough to touch myself in front of the other girls, no matter how curious I was. And when I came here and had Daddy near me, I never wanted to touch myself for fear that I would get in trouble.
“What do you need me to do?” he asks.
I open and close my mouth, wanting to say it but not being able to bring myself to do so.
“Come on, Little Pet. What do you need Daddy to do?” he repeats. “Can you be a good girl and say the words?”
“Please, Daddy,” I plead with him.
He knows what I need, but he wants me to say it. How cruel can he be?
“Say the words, and I’ll gladly help you out,” he says.
I take a deep breath and slowly let it out. Do I want to actually say the words, or do I want to just forget all about it and pretend that nothing happened?
But when will the feeling go away?
Whenever Daddy fed me with his mouth, I always felt weird for a while after. It’s the same feeling I’m going through right now, but this time it’s more intensified.
“Come on, Little Pet,” he urges me. “You can do it. Daddy believes in you.”
“Can you touch me?” I ask before I can stop myself. “Please, can you touch me and give me pleasure?”
A smile blossoms across Daddy’s face, and he sets the treats on the table.
“Such a good girl,” he purrs before he picks me up. “You were so good for Daddy.”
Daddy walks into his room and places me on the bed. His eyes run up and down my body, and I can’t help but shiver before wrapping my arms around my breasts.
“Did Daddy say you could cover yourself?” He tilts his head to the side.
I shake my head, but I keep my arms over my chest.
“Move those arms and place them by your side. If I have to do it for you, there will be consequences,” Daddy says.
Immediately, I place my arms at my side and look at Daddy. A smile blossoms across his face. He takes a step forward,pulling my diaper off in one move. Gasping, I squeeze my legs together and look up at Daddy.
“Such a pretty sight,” Daddy purrs as he bends down and pushes my legs apart. He dips down, so he is eye level with my pussy. My face heats even more.
“A-are you just going to stare at it?” I ask.
“Stare at what?” He locks eyes with me. “Say the word.”
“A-are you just going to stare at my pu-pussy?” I ask once again.
“I’m going to taste it,” he replies.
I open my mouth, but before I can say anything, Daddy runs his tongue through my folds and latches onto my clit, sucking lightly. My back arching, I moan as pleasure courses through my body.
“Please,” I beg him.
He swirls his tongue, and I grip onto the bedsheet as another moan overcomes me.
“Daddy,” I whimper.
Daddy moves so his tongue teases my entrance, entering a little before pulling out. Frustration and pleasure grow inside of me as I arch my back even more.
“Pl-please,” I breathlessly beg.
