As I laid on my tummy on the floor, coloring in my favorite hello kitty coloring book, I kept sneaking looks up at daddy every so often. He was sitting up on the couch, watching one of his boring grown-up shows, while I colored. I wanted him to color with me, but he wouldn’t, and that made me real sad. But it was ok, cause while I was laying there looking up at him, I had already thought of another way I could get daddy’s attention.
“Daddy, I want a snaaack,” I said, trying to use my cutest, sweetest voice.
“Let’s see what we got in the kitchen for you babygirl,” he said before getting up and walking in there. I got up and followed him, but I immediately plopped back down to sit on the floor once we were in the kitchen.
“Let’s see,” he opened up the highest cupboard, the one that I can’t reach. Daddy always keeps the best snacks up there, so that I can’t sneak them for treats when he’s not looking.
“We’ve got Oreos, doritos, hot Cheetos,” he glanced down at me, looking for my approval, but I just kept my head down and smiled because my plan was going so good. “I can make you a bowl of lucky charms…hey, there’s some ice cream in the freezer!” He rushed over to open the freezer to look for what kinds we had, and I just giggled.
“What?” Daddy asked, laughing a little himself.
“I don’t want that kind of snack,” I said before hiding my face behind my hands. After a minute or so, I peeked out between my fingers, and daddy was standing over me, arms crossed and looking at me in a way that was scary, but that also gave me excited tingles.
“Yeah?” Said daddy. He ran his fingers through the curls of one of my pigtails. “And what kind of snack do you want little one?”
I giggled hysterically and got up from criss cross applesauce to sit on my knees. “I want the yummy juice.”
“The what?” He laughed at me and gave me a look where he put his eyebrows really close together. It made me embarrassed so I hid behind my hands again.
“I want the yummy juice that comes outta daddy when I make him feel good,” I said, trying to explain.
“Mm, you’re gonna have to show me what you mean princess,” daddy stepped closer to me so that the crotch of his pants was right in front of my face if I would just move hands. He pretended to not know what I meant, but I knew he really understood.
Biting my lip with a look of concentration on my face, I clumsily unzipped daddy’s pants. When I pulled them down, he was already a little hard. To help him out with that, I started rubbing him with one hand. I looked up tentatively to see if I was doing good.
“If you want the yummy juice, you’re gonna have to do a whole lot better than that babygirl.” I started sucking on the tip at the same time I jerked him off, I hoped that was doing a lot better.
“Want daddy to help?” Daddy asked me after a minute or so.
“Mhm,” I said with him still in my mouth. I felt daddy grab both of my pigtails, one in each hand. Before I could make any protest, he was jerking my head back and forth, shoving his cock all the way down my throat every time. I tried to scream, cause it hurt, but the only noise that came out was a glug glug glug sorta sound.
After a few minutes of that, I just had to come up for air, so I put my hands on daddy’s thighs and pushed away, hard. Collapsing to the floor, I felt globs of spit run down my chin while I tried to catch my breath.
“Nuh-uh,” daddy grabbed me by my hair (the nest pigtails we’re coming out a little now) and threw me up against the bottom kitchen cabinets. “You said you wanted a snack, well you’re getting a snack now,” he stood right in front of me with my back pressed against the cabinet so that I couldn’t get away even if I wanted. He started to grab onto my hair again, but I stopped him-
“Let me do it please please please let me daddy,” I begged.
“Fine, but if you can’t make me come by yourself like a good little slut, I’m helping,” he placed a hand on the back of my neck, gently for now, with enough slack so that I could do my own thing.
Nerves buzzing, I started going at it again, but this time taking daddy all the way down my throat like he was forcing me to a moment ago. I gagged on the first couple thrusts, but after a bit I got used to the soreness. I twisted my head a different way, just for comfort, but it made daddy groan a little, so I started twisting my head as I sucked on him too.
Daddy really started making noises when I tried using my tongue some more, especially when I pressed down really hard on the tip. During one of those times when daddy made a noise, I started to taste something salty. I just kept sucking at first, but then white stuff started to drip out of my mouth and I knew what it was: the yummy juice.
I stopped moving my head back and forth and just sucked really hard, like I was sucking all the juice outta daddy. I swallowed it too, and it was very yummy. Daddy groaned and started getting a little shaky too, but once the juice stopped coming out of him, he relaxed and pulled out of my mouth.
“Mm, you’re a good little girl,” he stroked the side of my face real gentle and I smiled with my eyes closed.
“Thanks for the snaaaack,” I said, drawling it out to try and be cute.
“Mhm,” he said in a sarcastic way. “Well I’m hungry now, so we’re making a real snack,” he said while he zipped his pants back up. “Now how bout that ice cream?”
“Yay!” I was so excited to get attention, and now actual snacks. “Do we have cookie dough?”
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ge4aat/yummy_juice_ddlg
so good