Sybil's Sitters 7 - Playing Dolls with Daddy

Lollypop Game

Petre

I felt ok when I woke up. Niki had been great, but I was a little frustrated that my ability to resist her failed so quickly. I hoped that it hadn't harmed her. She really needed a good person in her life. I'd try to be that good person. She would just have to be able to see past my helpless attraction and know I wasn't using her.

Ugh.

I made the call to Sybil first thing. I wanted Niki to know that I was committed. I followed that up with a call to a guy that does my digging for me. It was a pretty simple request compared to the usual stuff I gave him, and, even though I doubted he would bother, could be done completely legally.

I could feel that Niki was a bit fragile during the day, taking her usual distancing behavior a bit further. I was ok with that, we'd had a pretty emotional night, and I gave her space to deal with it. There was no way we weren't playing the promised game tonight. I'd gone too long without taking my enjoyment from her.

She wore the spiderman jammies. I think it was her way of saying that tonight would be about touching Daddy, not Niki. That was fine by me. I sat on her bed, pulled out our book, and asked, "You want to show me the lollypop game during story time?"

"Yes, Daddy," she nodded vigorously. I'd changed into my own pajamas, the satin pants having a metal snap on the fly. She made quick work of it.

I had incorrectly assumed that 'lollypop game' was a cute nickname for a blowjob. I turned out that it was a cute nickname for 'torture Daddy'.

The brief demonstration she'd given me of her oral skills had me almost too excited about what was to come, my biggest concern that I would finish too quickly and not get the proper enjoyment. But little Niki ...

Licked.

Not well, not with skill, almost tentative, tasting me, poking me with the tip of her tongue. It still felt good, just not the kind of good that was going to get me off. At least at first. But then, as I read her the book I think neither of us paid any attention to, it started to feel good. Her little coos, the targeted touch of her tongue, just the fact that it was Niki and she was playing with my cock. I started to build toward a massive climax. I could feel my balls filling, getting heavy. My voice started to crack as I read.

"Daddy, I'm thirsty. Will you get me a drink?" I looked down, expecting the imp, but getting a big-eyed blink that looked completely sincere.

"Sure, I'll grab you a glass of water."

She rubbed her chin. "Maybe ... a chocolate milk?"

Sigh. So, five minutes later she took one small drink out of the sippy cup and set it aside and went back to licking.

Fifteen minutes later she was experimenting with this thing where she would clamp down hard on the tip with suction and then pull away with a pop. This started getting it done, too. I was probably ten seconds from cutting loose, my breath ragged, when she pulled back and gave an exaggerated yawn.

"I'm sleepy, Daddy. I wanna go night-night now." She almost suppressed the smirk, only a tickle of the corner of her mouth as I looked down, incredulous.

After staring at her, my brain floating on a sea of hormones, I managed to get my mouth working. "Ok, sweetheart." Then, as sternly as possible, I said, "Finish up your treat and I'll tuck you in."

Finally, she started putting her cute little mouth to its proper purpose, taking me in and tonging me while she sucked gently. It was hardly her best effort, but it was way more than I needed. She gave a little whimper of pleasure, drawing my orgasm out of me like a milkshake through a straw. I came so hard it hurt, the muscles responsible aching after the long tease, the week long tease this girl had finally ended. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the pleasure, barely aware of anything Niki was doing.

I felt a twinge of sympathy for her. It had to have been a lot, yet she'd dutifully gulped and swallowed all of it. Then I remembered. Niki would love it, the less care for her comfort I showed, the better.

This was going to be fucking awesome.

She looked up at me, seeking approval. I was happy to give it.

"I like the lollypop game," I told her. "Good girl."

"Oh, Daddy, that was sooo yummy! Can I have some more?"

I wasn't going to say no to that.