The wall flickered with the light of the TV, and I rubbed my eyes, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I don't know what woke me, but I suddenly felt unsure and needed to find my Daddy. My small feet gently fell to the floor, and I slowly made my way towards the hall. It was dark, but a small light emanated from the end of the hall where Daddy's room was. I walked briskly, feeling my way down the dark hall calling out softly, "Daddy…Daddy…"
I made my way into the large room and saw that the TV was on. I could barely see over the bed and slowly climbed the side, collapsing onto it. Daddy was asleep, and the blanket was barely covering him. He must be cold, and I just needed to feel some sort of reassurance that everything was okay. So I crawled over to his side and pulled at the blankets. He mumbled something and pulled me on top of him. I had seen some of the ladies on TV sit like this and felt a strange feeling emerging inside my tummy.
My fingertips gently tugged at the waistband of his boxers, and I sat patiently waiting for an idea of my next move. He shuffled around on his back, scaring me, which in turn caused my fingers to slip from underneath. He sighed and was soon fast asleep again.
'No, no, I need to just stop, I don't want Daddy mad at me again.' I wanted to stop, but I just couldn't help myself. I had seen so many movies on TV about how the ladies made Daddies feel good, and Daddy was alone with no one to make him feel good. He deserved to feel that.
I turned away from him and lay there for a moment when I heard him mumble my name. It was silent, then again my name, and I saw his hand move down to his waist. What was he doing? I lifted the covers; his hand was on his boxers, rubbing them. He had a grin on his face, and small moans ran over his lips. I inched closer and laid my hand on top of his he stopped. I stared, scared that he was awake and readied myself for his anger, but nothing; instead, he grabbed my hand and placed it where he was before. There was something hard in his boxers, and I wasn't sure what to do. He put more pressure and moved my hand in a rubbing motion; I was confused, this was not what I had seen in any of the shows on TV. I gently grabbed his hand with my other placed it beside him, and reached into the opening of his boxers, and slowly pulled out his lolipop. It was hard and much larger than the Daddies on the TV. I leaned down and stuck my tongue out, remembering how the lady on the show had done, and licked the tip. He froze as did I; I repeated this a few times, each waiting at least two seconds before doing it again. He settled back into a relaxed position, and I opened my little mouth as wide as I could. He was thicker than my mouth could open, but I was determined to try. I slowly placed my lips against the tip and slid my mouth gently down, making sure to watch out for my teeth. I could hardly move my tongue around, but I managed to run it under and to both sides. Daddy's hand came up to the back of my head and gripped my hair. I stopped, he began to force my head down, his lolipop was long and I could only manage to get maybe half of it in my mouth but he wanted more. I began to choke and gag, he forced me down more, pushing his hips up to meet his hand. I pulled back, not being able to take any more, and deeply inhaled. I had lost my breath and wasn't sure what had just happened, but I know I didn't like it. I wiped my lips and stared as it stood straight up, looking back at me.
'What if I put it in me?' I had seen many of the ladies do it, and it looked fun. I climbed onto his chest and kissed his neck a few times. I then lifted my cotton nightgown and positioned myself over him. I slowly began to sit, but I couldn't seem to get it to go in. I repositioned myself and wrapped my tiny hand around the middle and tried to sit again. As the tip began to enter, I felt a sharp stinging pain run through me, i cried out quietly but continued. He was so big and the pain so intense, I hadn't realized he had placed his hands on my hips and was helping to push me down. I sat there waiting for the pain to subside. After a few minutes, I leaned forward and lifted my bottom slightly. His dick slid out a little and I sat pushing it back in. A fuzzy feeling in my tummy took over, and I started to ride him. Daddy's dick got even harder and his hands pushed me down further. I bit my lip to keep from making any noises and pushed my hips toward his chest, his nails dug into me. I pulled them back and did it again to see what would happen. He groaned and started to pump in and out of me. I felt my body get warmer and a feeling, which I assumed was pleasure, build inside me. I closed my eyes and started bouncing on Daddy's lollipop listening to the sounds our bodies made.
His moans and grip let me know I was doing exactly what he needed, and the feeling inside me built and built. I leaned back and let him take control of my body in a way I've never experienced before. His moans got louder as he thrust into me hard before letting out an audible groan and letting his hands drop beside him on the bed. My body quivered with wave after wave of excitement and pleasure. I lifted myself off him and fell in a heap on the sheets. My body shook violently, and I moaned loudly without a second thought.
I hadn't noticed, but Daddy was now sitting up, rubbing his eyes with a confused yet surprised look on his shadowed face. "Princess, what are you doing in here? Did you have another bad dream or just needed something to drink?" a smirk smeared across his lips as he stared at my disheveled nightie and hair. His hand reached out for me, and he pulled me into his lap, kissing along my forehead and down my neck. His hands lightly traced down my torso towards my hips and around my thighs.
"Daddy, I…" The words barely escaped my lips before his mouth clasped over mine and muffled a moan. His fingers lifted my nightgown, and his smile widened. "No panties, my love bug is being very naughty tonight, isn't she?" he whispered into my ear.
I felt a lump form in my throat, unsure what to do or say. He dropped me between his legs, my bottom in front of his lap, and my legs spread. His fingers slowly traced my mound and ran down between my lips and circled my opening before slowly pushing two fingers inside me. A loud gasp echoed in the dark room, and his other hand quickly covered my mouth, "Shh. You have to learn to be quiet, Princess, or we won't be able to do this anymore, okay."
My body melted into his as he moved his fingers in and out, wiggling them around and stroking the inside of my honeypot. I found myself moving in rhythm with his hand and moaned loudly again, "Daddy, yes please, Daddy more." He growled and bit my neck hard, pushing his fingers deeper, but not before adding another. His other hand held my arms behind my back, keeping my hands out of reach. My body was warm, and the feeling of pleasure radiated from every part of me. I fell into a slump and breathed heavily as he started kissing down my neck into the top rim of my nightie.
"That's a good girl," he moaned into me. "Now, how about a bath?"
I looked at him with droopy eyes and a tired body and nodded gently. "Yes, Sir."