Daddy’s Little Girl (Series. Pt. 2)

John heard a knock on his door as he laid in bed, listening to the thunder from the raging storm outside.

“Come in”.

Emma entered the room. Her voice was shaking.”Daddy, I’m really scared. I can’t sleep. May I please sleep with you tonight?”

Emma was standing at his bedside. Her little girl cotton panties were in his direct line of sight.

John often jerked off into Emma’s dirty panties while doing laundry. Today was no exception. His mind briefly wandered as he recalled secretly descerating a pair, just hours earlier.

John loved wrapping the crotch of her panties around his wide tip. Imagining Emma sliding them in between her legs, unaware the thin cotton barrier had been defiled and drenched in his cum, got him off every time. John knew it was wrong, but loved it, nonetheless. He justified it as a harmless way to release his growing desire for Emma.

Emma’s mother only cared about sex. She couldn’t be bothered with purchasing clothes for Emma. As always, John picked up the slack. He’d agreed to purchase everything Emma needed, with the exception of her intimate wear.

It was evident that his ex was dropping the ball on this simple responsibility. John’s eyes soaked in the view of Emma wearing a pair of outgrown little girl panties.

The restrictive material encased the puffy lips peaking out from the gap between Emma’s thighs, and grabbed at every curve. The material diving into her crevice was noticeably darker.

“Did she wet her pants?”, John wondered. He’d turned onto his side to hide his growing erection from Emma. She stood at the bedside, only inches away from him.

“May I, Daddy? Please?”  Emma’s voice snapped John back to reality.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Emma. You’ll be fine, honey. Go back to bed. It’s only thunder”.

Emma looked devastated. She’d always been terrified of storms. “Why not, Daddy? Are you mad at me?”.

“No honey, of course not. It’s just that you’re becoming a big girl”. His eyes moved from the dark, wet spot between her legs up to her chest.

John’s head spun with thoughts of all the erotic, perverted things he’d love to do to Emma’s breasts; straining against her tight tank top. They’d grown large enough to catch the eye of any man, yet firm and perky enough that she had no need for a bra. They were more swollen and full toward the bottom, lending to a tear-drop appearance that forced her nipples upward toward the ceiling.

Emma was nearly crying at this point. “Big girl? Do you think I’m fat, Daddy?!”

John wished Emma’s genuine naivety was a deterrent to his lust, but it had the opposite effect. He’d become obsessed with a raw, burning desire to take her; to protect her from being hurt by insensitive, inexperienced boys, or turning into her mother.

John didn’t want to lose her. He wanted to own that innocence; show her how a body as beautiful as hers should experience pleasure; and train her to be his, forever.

These thoughts consumed his soul as he reached out to console her. His slipped his strong hand in between her legs. He began to gently stroke her lean inner thighs while reassuring her.

“Emma, you are NOT fat! How could you think that? You’re Daddy’s beautiful girl. “Big girl” means you’re becoming grown up”. Daddy sleeps with big girls who know how to play special bedtime games, and let Daddy spend lots of  time tucking them into bed.”

John looked at his hand on her thighs. He was slowly inching upward with each stroke, dying to slip his hand further.

He had intentionally worded his answer in a manner that would make Emma feel jealous and rejected. He didn’t care. It was a means to a long overdue end.

“You play with other big girls?”. Emma looked devastated.

“Yes. Sometimes. Every Daddy needs to”, John responded nonchalantly.

“I’m a big girl! Teach me big girl bedtime games, Daddy! Then you’ll never need to play with other girls!”

John looked at Emma. “I’m not sure you’re big enough yet. There are a lot of rules.”

“I can follow rules. What are they?”

John chucked. “There are many, my love. I will teach you them in time. There’s only one you need to know now. Once the game starts, Daddy can’t stop until it’s over.”

For the first time, Emma appeared apprehensive. It looked as if she was realizing Daddy wasn’t talking about innocent games.

John pulled his hand away from her thigh and began turning away from Emma. “You’re not big enough yet. That’s ok. You asked. Not me. I have other big girls I can play with. Go get some sleep, sweetie.”

“NO Daddy!! I AM big enough!” Emma had never raised her voice to her Daddy, but her tone bordered on yelling as she responded. John knew he’d made her jealous.

John rolled back to face her. Emma stood on display at his bedside. He immediately noticed how much the once tiny wet spot on her panties had spread. The tight, cotton material between her legs was drenched.

“Wow! Ok, honey.” John responded to her dramatic reaction with feigned surprise.

The wild passion that reeked havoc on him was quickly evolving into a refined level of arousal as he gained control over her. He felt whole again. He was already enjoying this more than he’d anticipated in his wildest dreams.

“Remind me. What is the #1 rule?”

“Once it starts, Daddy can’t stop playing a game until he’s finished”.
Emma replied.

John smiled. “That’s my good girl”. He pulled back the covers to allow  her to join him in bed.  Emma quickly jumped in, pressing her body against John.

John began stroking Emma’s long dark hair with one hand while casually touching her body with the other. “Were you really scared, honey?” He already knew the answer. Storms were a genuine fear of hers.

“Yes, Daddy. I was terrified.”

John’s hand brushed up between her legs, on cue with her response. He acted surprised, pulling his hand away in response to feeling her wetness.

“Oh honey! Were you so scared that you wet yourself?”

I wasn’t an unreasonable question. Emma had frequently done so during storms when she was little. She’d be crying so hard that she couldn’t talk, so John had learned to check for accidents.

John was already playing her like a fiddle, protecting her innocence and devotion to him as he took her. He knew this was what they both needed and deserved.

Emma embarrassingly stammered. “I don’t think so…”

John had uncurled his arm from around her to shift his position in bed. He looked into her beautiful blue eyes. His cock pulsed at her innocent beauty.

He gently kissed her. “It’s ok, sweetie. You don’t need to be embarrassed. Daddy will check for you.”

Emma laid there, obediently, as Daddy slid down to position his face between her soaking wet thighs.  She felt his warm breath against her special spot as John whispered, “Let the games begin”.

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