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  But Candy’s eyes lighted up at the idea. “You like to play at being a Daddy.”

  Honey, I’d love to be your Daddy. Tonight. Tomorrow. Whenever and for as long as you’d like.

  “I think it’s kind of hot,” he admitted.

  “Not everyone does,” she said. “I’ve used my little girl voice before and just about driven men right out of bed.”

  He cleared his throat and murmured low. “Let me hear your little girl voice.” He stroked her throat with his finger again and felt the subtle vibration when she spoke.

  “I’m hungry, Daddy. Will you make something for me to eat?” The high, breathy request nearly made him come.

  “Absolutely, baby girl.” He closed the last few inches between them and pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss before pulling away. “But first, would you like to do something for me?”

  “What, Daddy?” Christ, the sound of her soft voice calling him that drove him crazy. He wanted to protect and cuddle her, to possess and ravage her.

  “Would you like to play a little game before I make your food?”

  She clapped her hands together. “I love games.”

  “In this one, Daddy will take some of his clothes off and you’ll play at sucking on a Popsicle.”

  “All right. That sounds fun. Shall we play right here?”

  “No. In the living room.” Bob put his arm around her shoulders and guided her from the kitchen to the other room. He sank down on the plush comfort of the sofa and pulled Candy onto his lap.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled against him while he stroked her hair and told her what a good girl she was. Candy nuzzled into the side of his neck, rubbing her nose against his jaw. “Scratchy.” She giggled. “Daddy needs to shave.”

  He let her explore him with her mouth and hands, touching his face, his neck and rubbing her hand over his chest and shoulders through his shirt until he couldn’t stand it any more. His throbbing cock pressed hard against his jeans and he was desperate to feel her warm hand and wet mouth surrounding it.

  Bob grasped Candy around the waist and lifted her off his lap. “You should kneel in front of me for this game. Pretend the ice cream truck drove past. You begged me for money, but I didn’t have any change in my pockets so I had to say no.”

  Candy was a natural at role playing. She fell right into his story, drawing her brows together in a frown and jutting out her lower lip. “Daddy, why can’t I have ice cream. I want some!”

  “Honey, not today. I don’t have any money on me right now.”

  “But I want some,” she wheedled. “I have allowance. I could go buy it with my own money.”

  “Not today,” he said firmly. “The truck is gone now anyway. It’s too late. Besides, you have to learn you can’t always have your way.”

  “You’re mean.”

  “Do you want a spanking, Candy? Mind your tone.”

  “No.” She sounded exactly like a disappointed child. “This isn’t a very fun game.”

  Bob sighed. “Look. Maybe I have something that will make up for you not getting an ice cream cone. I have something that’s sort of like a Popsicle only not cold. Would you like to see it? And then if you want, maybe I’ll let you suck it.”

  Immediately her face brightened. Again she clapped her hands together. “Where is it? Show me.”

  Bob reached for his zipper and slowly drew it down. Beneath, he wore a pair of plain white briefs. The hard ridge of his cock was clearly outlined by the cotton fabric. “Why don’t you pull down my pants and see what’s underneath.” His voice was a gruff rasp he was so fucking turned on.

  Candy looked up at him from beneath her brows with an uncertain expression. She rubbed her hand up his erection and Bob felt he would explode. There was a damp patch on his underwear already.

  “Like this?” she asked, grasping his waistband and slowly drawing it down the length of his shaft until his cock bobbed free. It jutted toward her face, thick and meaty, the head a deep, mottled red with cum dripping from the slit.

  Candy grasped his cock in her fist and examined it as if she’d never seen one before. She gazed at the creamy white droplets on the head then ran her fingertip over it. Bob groaned and shifted.

  “Suck on it, sweetheart. See if you like the taste.”

  She looked up at him and nodded earnestly then stuck out her pink tongue and licked his cock from balls to tip. She wrinkled her nose. “Mm. Salty. Not like a Popsicle at all.”

  “No. Not quite. But you may get used to the flavor after you’ve sucked on it a while.” He patted her head. “And sweetie, Daddy really likes the way it feels. Will you do this for me?”

  “All right.” Candy suddenly cupped his balls in her hand and rolled them in their fleshy sac. “These are funny. What’s in there? Marbles?”

  “Those are my balls. You could lick them too if you want to, Daddies like that, too.” He blew out a breath and tensed, willing himself not to come the moment she put him in her mouth. This was outrageous—to reach this level of play so quickly with a woman he’d just met. This kind of thing didn’t happen. It was as if Candy had been made just for him. She’d waited all her life for him to find her.

  Now, she took his cock in one hand and brought the head to her mouth. For a moment, she looked up at him as she tapped it against her pursed lips. She was so beautiful it made him ache. Then she opened her mouth and drew him inside her heat and wetness.

  As she engulfed him, he groaned and his head dropped back against the couch. Through half-lidded eyes, he watched her suck him. Her lips stretched around his girth and her cheeks hollowed as she took him deep. He felt his cockhead hit the back of her throat and she gagged a little before pulling back. Candy looked up at him, her brown eyes wide and innocent while her mouth and tongue did wicked things to his cock.

  The wet sounds of her mouth and the soft whimpers she made as she bobbed her head up and down were too much for him. Coupled with her briskly moving fist pumping him, they drove him to the edge of orgasm in a few minutes.

  “Almost there,” he grunted as he thrust his hips. His body was burning. The excitement of the moment was almost too much. Blood rushed through his veins, engorged his cock, surged in his brain until he was just one great pulsing muscle of need. “Daddy’s gonna come now. Do you want to taste the cream?”

  Candy pulled off him. “Uh-huh.”

  “Stick out your tongue then.”

  She obeyed. Like a child expecting a piece of candy, she jutted her little tongue from her mouth.

  Bob groaned again, louder, and cum spurted from his cock to land in droplets on her tongue, her lips and cheek. “Lick it,” he whispered. “Let me see you taste it.”

  Her eyes fell closed as she savored his taste and licked the sticky ribbons from her lips. When she was finished, one white blob remained on her cheek. Bob leaned forward and wiped it clean with his finger then offered it to her.

  Candy sucked his finger into her mouth, moaning as if it was the most delicious treat she’d ever tasted. “Mm. Good. I like the way you taste, Daddy.”

  Bob pulled her back onto his lap for another cuddle. He held her close, rubbing his hand up and down her back. Her head rested on his shoulder and he could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo.

  “That was really hot,” he murmured after a few minutes. “Thank you.”

  “My pleasure. I told you I like role playing.”

  “And now let me do something for you. I promised to make you a meal.”

  Candy lifted her head and looked up at him. “You know what. I’m not so hungry any more. But there’s something else you can do for me.”

  “Anything.”

  Chapter Two

  “I had a long hard day of playing, Daddy. Will you give me a bath and tuck me into bed?” Candy begged. She was only partially playing at the role. She really did want to be pampered and cuddled right now. And she wanted to feel her new Daddy’s big hands moving all over her naked body.

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sp; Her instinct had told her Bob was something special and it hadn’t led her astray. Although many men liked to dominate, fewer liked to play the Daddy-daughter games she did. Finding a willing partner was like striking gold.

  “I would love to wash you and get you ready for bed,” Daddy said now, as he nudged her off his lap and stood. “Do you want me to carry you upstairs?”

  “Will you, please? I’m so sleepy?” She yawned and that was real, too.

  He lifted her in his arms. “You’re so little. You hardly weigh anything.”

  As he carried her upstairs, he hummed a little tune. She sighed and leaned into him, breathing in the masculine scent of his skin and the smoky odor from the bar infusing his clothes. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

  “Sure.” He carried her to the bathroom, switched on the light and set her on the closed lid of the toilet while he drew the water for her bath. Candy looked around the room, decorated in deep green and brown. It was a very male room with a generous tub made to hold a big man’s body. She smelled the faint odor of his cologne from one of the bottles on the counter and it sent a thrill stitching through her.

  She was wired, her whole body edgy with excitement and arousal. Sucking him off as if it was the first time she’d encountered a cock was stirring. Now she eagerly looked forward to being bathed like a child and then receiving some very grown up stimulation in her Daddy’s bed.

  “Can you take your own clothes off or do you need my help?” he asked her.

  She rolled her eyes. “I’m a big girl. I know how to undress myself. Jeez.”

  With that, she rose and slipped off her top, her bra, her skirt and panties. She stared at him as he gazed at her body, taking in every detail of her slender form. His eyes glowed with pleasure and she preened inside. “Do you think I’m pretty, Daddy?”

  “You’re beautiful, darling. Come here now.” He held out his arms, sleeves rolled to the elbows, and she went to him. He lifted and set her down in the bathwater. It lapped around her waist, soothing and warm. “I should have some bath toys for you to play with.”

  “Maybe next time.” She smiled and her new Daddy grinned back.

  He dipped a washcloth, squirted body wash on it, and began to lather her up—her arms, shoulders, back, breasts and belly. Then he plunged below the water line, rubbing over her pussy.

  She wiggled and laughed. “That tickles when you touch me there. Do it some more.”

  He let the cloth float to the top of the water and washed her with his hand alone, rubbing and stroking her waxed pussy and then slipping his fingers between the lips. He leaned against the edge of the tub and looked into her eyes. “Do you like it when I touch you there? Does it feel good? Tell me how it feels.”

  “It sends sparkles through me,” she said as he tickled her clit. “It makes me feel funny low in my belly and it makes me ache between my legs.”

  Daddy slid his other hand up her belly and began to fondle her small breasts. He pulled on the nipples until it hurt and again he checked her reaction. “Do you like that?”

  “Pinch harder. Twist them,” she muttered.

  His eyes went wide. “Is that how a nice little girl talks? What do you say?”

  “Please. Please Daddy, pinch and twist my nipples.”

  Candy whimpered as he obeyed. She gasped and closed her eyes as his finger on her clit moved faster. “It feels so good. Oh, Daddy, I think something’s happening.”

  Immediately, his hands left her. “Not yet. Not here. I want you to wait, Candy.”

  Her eyes flew open. “Fuck, you’re torturing me!”

  Bob frowned as she broke character, and Candy realized he didn’t like little girls who changed the game part way through. She resumed her breathy, baby-doll voice. “Oh please, do more. I like this game very much.”

  “I will when it’s time. Right now we need to get you cleaned up and put in some pajamas. Of course, you forgot to bring your bag so you’ll have to use one of my T-shirts as a nightie for tonight.”

  Candy’s throbbing pussy subsided a little as he rinsed her, let out the water and dried her. He rubbed the thick towel briskly over her skin until it glowed pink. Then he sat on the toilet seat while she knelt before him and he brushed her hair. The feeling of the brush massaging her scalp and pulling the length of her long hair was wonderful. Candy moaned in pleasure.

  “I think I’d like your hair a little shorter, but still long enough to put in pigtails sometimes. That would be cute.”

  She opened her eyes and stared at the marble sink in front of her as he took another stroke with the brush. He was talking as if this relationship would last longer than a night. How had they come so far, so fast? But Candy knew he was right. This was more than two people having a wildly erotic night of role playing. There was something powerful growing between them.

  When he was finished with her hair, he led her naked, to his bedroom and rummaged in his dresser until he found a T-shirt for her to wear. Candy gazed with interest at the large, dark furniture that dominated the room. It was definitely a man’s room and she felt very small and feminine in it. She liked staying overnight with Daddy.

  He slipped the shirt over her head and the neck hole bared one of her shoulders. The hem fell past her knees. “Kinda big,” she said. “But I like wearing your shirt.”

  Daddy pulled back the covers and lifted her onto the bed. She watched as he stripped off all his clothes except his briefs. My goodness, there was a bulge in the front of them again. The Popsicle was back!

  Candy scooted over to make room for her Daddy. When he climbed in, the mattress dipped under his weight and she rolled toward him, giggling. He held her in his arms and nuzzled his face against the back of her neck, making her wiggle and giggle some more. “Stop tickling,” she begged.

  He kissed her then, pulling the shirt down her shoulder as he peppered her skin with kisses. Candy moaned and pushed her bottom back against him. She felt the hard ridge of his erection poking against her.

  “What happens now, Daddy? Show me.” She was breathless with excitement at the taboo nature of their play. A Popsicle blow job and fondling in the bath were one thing, but now that they entered the territory of penetration, the inappropriateness of the age play hit home. Candy didn’t know if she should stop the role playing and revert to her own persona at this point.

  “What do you want to have happen?” he asked.

  “I’d…I’d like to ride you like a pony. Would that be all right?”

  “Only if you want to. I would never make my little girl do anything she doesn’t want to do.”

  Candy glanced over her shoulder at him and grinned. “In that case. Will you please lie on your back and let me bounce on top of you. I’m pretty sure I’d like it.”

  Bob did as she bid, flopping onto his back. He reached out one long arm, grabbed a condom from the nightstand and quickly sheathed himself, then he waited for her to do what she wanted.

  “It’s very big,” she murmured, rubbing his shaft until he groaned. She climbed on top of him and lowered herself onto his cock, drawing him in inch by inch. Her knees were bent on either side of him and her hands pressed against his chest. Candy lifted her body up and sank back down, sighing at the fulfilling feeling of having him buried deep inside her. “Oh Daddy, I like the way this feels.”

  His hands gripped her hips, holding lightly, but letting her guide the speed. Candy rose and fell on him fast, building up friction that made her burn inside. “Oh yes, this feels so good.” Her tits wobbled as she bounced up and down and she let her head fall back as she groaned loudly.

  “Jesus,” he murmured. “Jesus, you’re amazing. Keep going.”

  The heat was so great she thought she’d burst into flames as her body slapped against his. His big cock filled her completely. She was a tiny thing perched on top of it, but so powerful with the pleasure she could give him. She dug her nails into his chest and clung to him as she cried, “Come on. Come, Daddy. Come.”

  And h
e did, with a shudder and a roar of ecstasy. The sound penetrated Candy and sent her spiraling out of control. “Fuck, fuck, fuck me!” she shrieked, her body thrashing and her hair whipping wildly around her face as she peaked.

  After her climax died away, she collapsed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her. “Was that good? Did you like the ride?”

  “Yes. I want to play horsey like that again.” She smiled and kissed his chest, so happy to be there, safe and warm in his embrace.

  “Why don’t you get some sleep now?” She was almost asleep when his voice roused her. Daddy slid her onto the mattress beside him and curved his body around her back.

  Oh, I could get used to this, was the last thought Candy remembered before she fell sleep.

  * * * *

  For breakfast the next day, Bob served her the omelet he’d never gotten around to making the night before. Breakfast in bed as though she were a queen, or a beloved little girl. They talked about the amazing experience they’d shared the previous night and decided to take their relationship more slowly from now on.

  “I don’t know if we should jump right into this,” he said. “The kind of scene we played was pretty deep. Not something to indulge in with no thought.”

  “You’re right. I’ve never…” Candy paused, searching for the right words. “I mean, I’ve played at Daddy-daughter scenarios a little bit with partners in the past, but to go into it full throttle our first time together. That’s pretty wild even for me.”

  “All right. So we’ll do some casual dating. Learn more about each other and see where it leads.”

  “Absolutely. Whatever you say…Daddy.” Candy gave him an impish grin.

  Bob grinned back. “It’s not going to happen is it. We’re lost.” And that was the last conversation they had about putting the brakes on.

  * * * *

  Candy didn’t have to work and, since it was a Sunday, Bob didn’t either so he took her shopping. At the mall he bought her babydoll pajamas, virginal white nightgowns and plain white underwear and bras. She tried on black patent leather shoes, saddle shoes, and white knee socks. A blazer with insignia and pleated skirt--a uniform from a local private school, completed her schoolgirl ensemble.