“Sweetheart, what did you do?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“You know I’m going to find out.”
“Uh huh.”
“And you know you’re going to be in trouble.”
“Uh huh.”
“Well, all right, sweetheart. Just as long as you know.”
daddy
Her daddy always says she’s the greediest at playdates.
She says she’s just the best hostess ever.
It’s going to take a lot more to get me to hold still for much longer, Daddy.
You know I’m a little magpie, Daddy.
I can’t help myself.
No matter how grown-up she tries to be, she’s never too grown-up for lap time.
Daddy said he had a hunch you’d be a very bad influence, Heart.
Hello, vices.
Chained, Epilogue
After Popcorn had left, Penthouse grabbed my hair and pulled me back down to my knees. “Go on, sweetheart,” he said, “thank Daddy for your playdate.” He reached down and unzipped his pants and I smirked.
I pulled his cock out and started sucking as he spoke to me, telling me how good I had been. I told him, in a moment when my head was off his cock, that I had wanted to kiss her when she left but I wasn’t sure if she was actually into girls or just liked dominating them.
“I think you should text her,” he said, rolling his hand through my hair, “and invite her over later. I think she wants to kiss you, too.”
I blushed and took him deeper.
“You know that paper she mentioned last night? She did that thing early so she could play with you,” he added and smirked, holding my hair a bit tighter and starting to fuck my face. “So, I really do think you should text your new little friend.”
Don’t be fooled, Daddy.
You know I’m tough stuff.
Every night during my visit to Penthouse’s, he set me a bedtime.
Somehow, I always managed to maneuver my way out of it.