The Secret Life of Daddy's little girl

After Hours Playtime

I woke with a slight start. It took me a few moments to gather my surroundings. Sissie slept next to me, breath slow and steady.

When I had fallen asleep, her arm was around my waist. Now it was curled up by her face.

Daddy stood next to me, silhouetted by the window. I could barely make out a smile on his face.

"C'mon little one."

I obligingly climbed out of bed and followed Daddy out of the room and, after he shut the door, down the hallway.

"So tired Daddy." I whispered.

"I know little one." Daddy sat down on the couch and pulled me down next to him. I yawned, brushing my hair first into, then out of my face. "It's ok."

"But Daddy, tired." I made no move to go back to bed though. Not if going back to bed meant missing out on playtime with Daddy. Instead, I brushed my hair in and out of my face a few times and made sure I yawned very loudly.

Daddy placed his hand on the back of my neck, fingers caressing the base of my skull. I forced my eyes to meet his and when he winked at me, I couldn't help but blush and look down, hiding behind my hair.

I sat facing Daddy, feet tucked up under myself. Daddy pulled his cock out of his boxers and I flushed, heart fluttering. I knew what to do to please Daddy.

"Come here." Daddy's voice was husky and low. Without hesitation, I bent over.

I slid Daddy into my mouth, loving that with each motion he grew harder. I loved that I did this to him, that I can make him want at least some part of me.

Daddy's hand on the back of my neck remained steady, not only holding me in place but also helping set a rhythm. "Good little whore. Show me those skills you learned as a whore." I cringed inside but Daddy was right. I had been a whore for a long while. I knew what to do whether presented with cock or cunt. I felt my cheeks flare up in shame.

I didn't have the time to process the emotions though, nor did I want to. Daddy tightened his grip on the back of my neck and I braced myself. I felt him lifting his hips, thrusting deep into the back of my throat. I felt it tighten up, the head of his cock scraping my already ragged and swollen throat. Daddy thrust again and again until I felt my stomach flip violently.

Then and only then did I resist. The pressure on the back of my neck vanished and I came up, gasping for air.

"What a good little girl," Daddy said, stroking himself. When I caught a few breaths, Daddy placed his hand on the back of my neck again and pulled me back down. I parted my lips and allowed him to slide in. Daddy gripped my head tightly and thrust again far in as he could. I felt the back of my throat constrict then relax as he slid all the way in. He pulled all the way out, grabbing my chin and forcing eye contact.

"Thank you, Daddy." He said.

"Thank you, Daddy." I choked out.

Daddy grasp my head and thrust again, again pulling all the way out.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, Daddy." My voice was weak.
Again Daddy thrust. Again I thanked him. And meant it too. Again and again, Daddy repeated the process, and with each thrust, my throat opened easier.

I hadn't been given reprise to swallow so saliva mixed with precum (and maybe a tear) was smeared all over my face and Daddy's cock. I felt heat rush to my cheeks - I was embarrassed by my messiness.

I wiped my mouth. The sudden sting on my jaw and sharp snap of skin on skin made me gasp.

"Did I tell you to wipe that off?"

Daddy's eyes flared.

My voice was meek in reply. "No Daddy."

Daddy's hand connected with my cheek again. Another sting to remind me my place.

"Now put my cock back in your mouth, you little cunt."

"Yes Daddy." I pressed my lips together and allowed the pressure of Daddy's cock as I slowly leaned in to part my lips.

"That's a good little whore." Daddy ran his fingers into my hair and I allowed myself to feel pride.

I opened my throat with ease this time and Daddy thrust a few times before pulling out.
"Come climb on your Daddy's cock, you whore."

I did so and when Daddy told me to put him inside of me, I did that too. Shakily, and with a little gasp as he parted into me, I settled onto Daddy's lap, facing him.

Daddy's strong, powerful hands grasped my ribcage at the base. In this position he could easily set and keep a pace.

Once I was settled on his cock, Daddy lifted his hips into mine while holding my torso in place. I muffled a cry. I didn't want to wake Sissie.

Daddy withdrew almost all the way and then in one quick motion, brought my body back down to his. Daddy did this again and again until, body made of jello, I collapsed against him, shuddering in the aftermath of an orgasm. Daddy caressed my back and kissed the top of my head.

"Good little girl."

I grinned, sleep begging to take over.

"Tired, Daddy."

"Go to bed, little one." Daddy kissed me and I climbed up and stumbled down the hallway back to bed. I curled up next to Sissie, my favorite stuffy in my arms. I stuck my thumb in my mouth and fell into a deep sleep.