I carry my favorite dolls with me down the stairs, my small feet thumping on the wooden steps as I descend into the warm light of the living room. Daddy's sitting on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV as the sounds of a basketball game echo through the room. Ugh, sports are so boring...
"Daddy, can I watch my cartoons?" I ask, setting my dolls down on the rug in front of the TV, carefully placing them to ensure they will be able to watch with us. He glances at me, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. A smile that I recognize. "Sure, sweetie," he says, reaching for the remote. He changes the channel just in time for my show to start and my favorite characters fill the screen. "Yay!" I cheer, scampering up onto the couch next to him and snuggling close. "Thank you daddy! I love you!"
As the cartoons play, my daddy's hand starts to wander. It's a familiar sensation, one that sends a shiver down my spine even though I've grown used to it. He starts by tickling me gently, making me giggle and squirm while trying to push his hand away and focus on my show. He's starting sooner than usual today. Then, as expected, his hand moves lower, his fingers tracing the outline of my shorts, eventually finding the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I still focus on my cartoons through the distraction though. I'm used to this. I feel his hand push against my tummy, then slide down the front of my shorts, his warmth against my skin making me feel nice and tingly.
His thumb ghosts over my privates and I can't help but hold my breath, waiting for what comes next. His eyes never leave the TV, but I know he's paying close attention to my reaction, watching me out of the corner of his eye to make sure I don't get too scared or upset. When I do, he stops, and I don't want that. I know these games make him happy, and I want him to be happy! His hand rests on my privates for a moment, then I feel him begin to rub me gently, his touch light as a feather. It doesn't really really feel like much. Just a weird kind of tickle. But daddy really likes to give these tickles and is always so happy when I let him give them.
I keep my eyes glued to the TV, not wanting to miss a second of my show. The characters are on a wild adventure and I'm getting lost in the story, the vibrant colors and the sound of the characters laughter filling the room. I laugh along with them, but I can still feel daddy's hand moving under my clothes. When he's really happy with how I let him play with me, he lets me have extra cookies after dinner! So, I just keep watching, trying to ignore the feeling of his hand. It won't play there for long anyways. Daddy likes giving the tickles, but there's other things that he likes somuch more.
Suddenly, the sound of my cartoon is interrupted by the sound of his zipper. My heart beats faster. That's when I know the real game begins. He takes his hand out of my shorts and stands up. My show is still playing, but he's not watching anymore. He's looking down at his pants, and I know what he's going to do next. He opens his zipper all the way and pulls down his pants, followed by his underwear, showing me his big wiener. It's all wobbly for now, but it's already doing it's twitchy growing up thing. It's weird looking, but it's daddy's so I don't think it's gross anymore.
Daddy carefully lifts me up, letting me keep my eyes on the TV. He's really good at this part. He's done it so many times before that I don't miss a second of my show as he helps me step out of my shorts, one leg at a time, and sets me back down again. Now I'm just in my panties, but those aren't ever a barrier to him. He smiles at me warmly, and I look away from my show just long enough to return it. That's when he starts to touch himself, making his wiener grow bigger until it's all stiff and hard, standing up between his legs. It's always a little bit scary to see it so big, but I know it won't hurt anymore. The first few times, I didn't like it at all! But after seeing daddy so happy, I couldn't refuse him. Thankfully, I got used to it pretty quickly, and now it's nothing but a little sting!
As the commercials start, he taps the couch cushion next to him, the signal for me to come over. I crawl over obediently, my knees sinking into the plush fabric. He takes his hand off his big wiener and places it on top of my head, guiding me in like normal. I start to give it the special kisses he likes, my little tongue and lips sliding along the long, twitchy shaft if his privates. Daddy's breathing gets heavier, and he starts to lean back into the couch, his eyes fluttering shut. He doesn't watch me as closely as he used to. I guess that means I don't need as much instruction and that I'm doing better!
Doing this is kinda like brushing my teeth before bed. Something I know I have to do, even though I don't particularly enjoy it. It's just part of the routine now. After a good amount of licks and kisses, I can feel his wiener getting nice and slick like it's supposed to be. Daddy's hand moves from my head to my back, stroking me gently, letting me know that he's happy with my efforts. I keep going, taking breaks every now and then to check the TV, making sure I didn't miss my show coming back on.
Daddy's hand slides back up to my head and guides my mouth to his tip. I know what that means too. It's time to open up. I've gotten really good at this part, taking in the entire funny shaped tip all at once. It's still weird, but it's not as gross anymore. Like I said. It's my daddy's! Besides, he really likes this part! His thumb draws little circles on my scalp as I take him inside, letting me know I'm doing it right. It's all about doing it like I was taught, and when I do it right, I get those extra cookies. So, I do my best to keep the noises to a minimum and keep my teeth tucked safely behind my lips.
The taste isn't great, like salty water and a little bit bitter, but it's something I've learned to ignore. It's all about the rhythm, the way my tongue moves and the pressure of my lips. Daddy's breathing gets faster, his hand tightening in my hair a little. I know I'm making him happy, and that's all that matters. The TV commercials play in the background, letting me know it's safe to continue for now. But soon, my show will be back and daddy's time with my mouth will be over.
As expected, the cartoon theme song fills the room and I can feel the excitement bubbling up inside of me. I quickly pull off his wiener, lips leaving daddy's tip with an audible 'pop' before I sit up straight, eagerly turning back to the TV. The bright colors and cheery voices of my favorite characters pull me back in instantly, and for a brief moment, I even forget what I was just doing. Daddy laughs quietly, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. "Good job, baby," he whispers, his voice thick with pleasure. "You focus on your show, Daddy will do the rest."
He gently takes my hand and helps me to my feet, then guides me to lean over the coffee table. The polished wood feels cool and smooth against my palms as I brace myself against it, sticking my bottom out. It's time for the next part of the game. I know exactly what comes next He's done this enough times that it's become a familiar dance between us. He takes out a little bottle from the drawer and squirts something cold and wet onto his fingers. I like the stuff. When daddy first played this game with me, he used his spit, and that was definitely gross! This stuff if much better.
He spreads it around my butthole slowly, his touch tender and careful. It's like he's worried I'll break if he's not gentle. I wiggle my bottom a little bit to help him out, showing him I'm not scared. "Good girl," he murmurs, giving me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside that contrasts with the cold, wet feeling on my bottom. I love when daddy calls me a good girl... He starts to push his finger inside me, and I remember to keep breathing and relax. It's weird at first, like always, but I don't want to make a sound. I want to be good for daddy. He's always telling me how much he loves me, and I know that this makes him really happy even if I don't really understand why.
I can feel myself stretching around his finger, the sensation growing more and more intense with each gentle push. It's hard to focus on the screen with the way he's moving his finger in and out of me and wiggling around in there. It's a weird feeling, like I need to run to the bathroom, but I know I don't really have to. It's just part of making daddy happy. The characters' voices become background noise to the sound of my own breathing, hitching slightly as his digit goes deeper.
Then, with a suddenness that surprises me, daddy pulls out his first finger and slides in a second one along with the first. It feels so full back there, like I'm being stuffed to my limits! But I know I can fit much more back there... I've done it before. It only feels full because we just started. I grip the edge of the coffee table a little tighter, my knuckles whitening, and I try not to let out a squeak. It stings a little, but I know from experience that if I just keep breathing and stay relaxed, it'll get easier. Soon, I'm so focused on the cartoon characters and their antics that I don't even notice the discomfort anymore. The cold, wet sensation is replaced with the heat of his hand as he starts to move both fingers in and out together.
After a few moments, I feel his hand leave my bottom, and I know what that means. He grabs under my arms and lifts me up, and before I know it, I'm in his lap. Daddy wraps one strong arm around my waist, hugging me tight in a way that feels so comfy and safe, I even look away from the TV long enough to meet his lips in a warm, pleasant kiss. I can feel his wiener throbbing against my privates though. The hug and kiss can't last forever, and daddy suddenly lifts me up again for the final step. I reach back under myself like I was taught, my small hand touching his big stiffness. It's hot, and it's slippery with the stuff from the bottle. I hold it, aiming it for him, right where he likes it.
As I'm sat down, it's the same strang feeling of something pushing into me that I've felt so many times before. The characters on screen shout as something goes wrong, but I can't focus on them enough to know what just yet. I ease down onto him, my eyes squeezed tightly shut, and I can feel him stretching me open, filling me up more than his fingers ever could. It's a strange feeling, again like I should run to the bathroom. But I know better. It's just how this game works. He's careful, taking his time sliding up inside my butt. He's always careful with me, making sure that I'm not hurting. He's such a good daddy for that. So even though it stings, I don't let it show. I want to make him happy.
Once I'm sitting all the way down, my butt cheeks squished onto his legs, the pain fades away into that full feeling. It's not too bad, and I know from experience that it'll be okay. So, I try to focus back on my favorite show. The cartoon characters are trying to solve whatever problem had appeared before with all kinds of hijinx, and I laugh a little, getting lost in their world. But it's hard to ignore the pressure and the weird sensations as daddy starts to move me up and down, his wiener sliding in and out of me slowly. It's only going to get harder and harder to focus though, as daddy gets happier.
His hands move to my hips, guiding me in a gentle bouncing motion. It's not difficult, or even unpleasant. It's like a strange horsey ride, just with a big wiener up my butt. Sometimes, he'll whisper sweet things in my ear, telling me how much he loves me and how good I'm doing, but not today it seems. It has been a while since we last played, after all. He must want to focus on this game like I want to watch my show. The only sounds in the room are daddy's heavy breathing, the slick, wet noise of his wiener moving in and out of my butt, and the excited voices of cartoon characters as they discover the solution to the big problem of the episode.
As the show goes on, the movements become more vigorous. I have to concentrate harder not to miss anything important. Daddy's breathing turns into panting, his grip on my hips tightening. I know what this means. Soon, daddy is going to get very, very happy! The only bad thing about daddy getting happy inside my butt is the mess afterwards. It's weird having to go to let it all out in the bathroom, but I know it's part of making him happy, so I'll deal with it after my show like usual. But not until the episode is over!
The characters on screen are almost at the climax of their adventure, and my heart is racing with excitement. The good guys are about to win! But daddy's movements are still so distracting. I can feel myself slipping away from the storyline, my thoughts drifting to the feeling of his big wiener going in and out, in and out... I've noticed it the last few times daddy played this game with me... It's starting to feel kind of nice, in a weird way. A new, tingly feeling that begins in my private place. It's a little like the tickles daddy's gives me there, but he's not touching me and these are extranice tickles. I don't know if it's because of daddy, or jist because I've gotten so good at making him happy, but I wish that tingling wasn't so distracting! I'm missing the best part of my show!
But then, it happens. Daddy's panting gets louder, and I feel daddy's big wiener throbbing inside my butthole. This is the part where daddy gets really happy! He stops moving me up and down and holds me firmly against his lap, his body going tense for a moment as he tries to reach as deep into my butt as he can. His breath hitches, and his fingers clench, pressing into my hips a little painfully. A few seconds later, and suddenly, he's relaxing again, letting out a long, happy sigh. The tingly feeling inside me fades away too, and I can tell by his gentle touch that he's done playing for now. Good! Just in time for me to finish my show!
I lean back into his chest, my heart racing a little from the excitement of the cartoon finale and the weird sensations from daddy's game. He wraps his arms around me tight, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. "Thank you, baby," he whispers, kissing the top of my head. I can feel his love, and it makes me feel happy that he's happy. We sit there like that for a while, the TV playing out the victory of my favorite cartoon characters. They're all hugging and cheering! I'm glad daddy finished his game in time. This was a fun episode!
As the commercial starts, daddy gently helps me up, and I feel something warm and squishy slipping out of me. Like usual after getting happy, daddy's wiener had gonna all soft again inside my butt! Immediately after it pops out, a warm rush of daddy's stuff follows, pouring back out onto him. I quickly slap a hand over my hole, trying to hold in the mess. I have to hold tight though, daddy's wiener stretches my butthole out when we play this game, and it takes a while for it to go back to normal. Daddy's eyes widen a bit, but he doesn't look mad or upset. He just smiles at me, patting my head. "You're getting really good at this sweetheart," he says, his voice still all breathy from his fun. "Such a good girl. Now, go clean up. I'll start making cookies."
"Cookies!" I squeal in excitement before running off to the bathroom for clean up. Cookies immediately after playing mean I did an extra good job! I can't wait to taste those sweet treats that always follow our special play time. I love making daddy happy. When daddy's happy, he likes to make me extra happy too! Maybe if I'm lucky, daddy will want to play again at bedtime. He does the voices during my bedtime stories so much better after I swallow down his white stuff