Daddy's plaything(3)

By: Bruce Flores

"Yes," he had said, "you deserve a reward – a very special reward – because you gave a splendid performance tonight and because you're old enough now to know better than to mention our personal affairs with anybody, absolutely anybody. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," she replied, feeling for the first time a man's erection pressing against her tummy. She felt no fear because she trusted Daddy and his warm hands that stroked her hair and back and bottom and, finally her budding breasts. She liked the nice things he was telling her about what a good girl she had been, and when he kissed and sucked on the nubs of her breasts she knew that he must love her very much to give her such a nice reward for tonight's applause.

"Yes, you're getting to be a big girl now," he said, "and it's time you learned a few very personal and private things. Private and secret things. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said, feeling her breath coming faster and Daddy's, too. He kissed her for a long time on the cheek as he tongued her breasts and ran his hands adoringly over her entire body. Then be kissed her full on the lips and told her he would always love his beautiful, beautiful daughter. She said she loved him too and that was the first time she had gone all mushy inside. Mushy was the only way she could describe it.

When he told her to lay on her back and spread her legs a little she obeyed willingly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. And that was when she really fell in love with Daddy. She lay there on her back with her legs apart while he gently rubbed the mound where she was beginning to get hair, just above her hole. He did that for a long time, and it felt better than anything she had ever felt before. He rubbed her legs and knees too and patted her bottom. His hand sort of half-tickled, half-rubbed all up and down her lower body, especially up and down the inside of her legs, until she thought she would die if he didn't touch her hole.

Finally he told her that she had been such a good girl and gotten so much applause that he was going to play with her pussy a little. That was the first time she had ever heard the word pussy but she immediately knew what he meant and when he slowly dipped his finger into the juicy top part of her pussy and began rubbing it she knew that she must have been a very, very good girl to deserve such a wonderful reward.

"Daddy," she said, "that feels so good. Oh, Daddy."

"Yes, sweet," he said. "I know. Just lie there and Daddy will make you feel even better." He massaged her whole pussy with his palm, softly running his palm up and down until she could hear wet, smacking sounds, but mostly be concentrated on the top where it felt best. At the same time be kept sucking on her breasts and whispering in her ear all the nice things she had wanted to hear: "Daddy's proud of his girl… she's a fine singer… she's very, very pretty… she always minds her Daddy… never tell their secrets… she's going to be rich some day, too, because Daddy is saving all the money she earns… Daddy loves her very much and wants to make her happy…"

"Yes, Daddy," Sherry breathed. "Yes, Daddy. Oh, I love what you're doing to my-my pussy!"

"There are lots of nice things to do, sweet," he said, "and Daddy's going to show them to you because you're such a wonderful girl and sing so beautifully. I have to teach you a lot of words, too – secret words. Here," he said, taking her hand and placing it on his erection. "This is called a prick. Or you can call it a cock or a hard-on or any special word you want to make up for it. The real word is penis, though. It feels good when you play with it just as good as when I play with your pussy."