Page 19 of Daddy's Pretty Baby

CHAPTER SIX

Robert

It’s been a crazy two months because Melly is the best little I’ve ever had. There have been girls at Valley Pine in the past, here to test the waters, and there was even one who worked out pretty well, Nicole took to the lifestyle without too much trouble. But Melly is a whole other game. The brunette has slipped into the lifestyle full-time, wearing the princess dresses, putting her hair in pigtails, and best of all, letting Daddy fuck her non-stop.

Because yeah, my little girl has a sweet twat that’s always wet, made for dick, and more often than not, we end up going for it hard at every chance. I give her swimming lessons in the pool, and we end up fucking in the water. We take a long walk around the grounds for exercise, and I end up fucking her in the bushes. And bath time? Holy shit, the water’s completely filled with sperm by the time we finish, that clear liquid’s practically white and foamy, I’ve come so fucking much, my sperm flying everywhere.

And no, we’re not using protection. To be honest, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, it’s like I’ve lost my mind. It’s in the contract that all littles need to be on birth control, and that first week, I’d made an appointment with the doctor myself, to make sure that Melly got on something.

But when the day came, the appointment completely slipped my mind and I ended up fucking my little on that white four-poster, hinges creaking, bed rocking back and forth, mattress groaning. Without protection of course, which is even more ironic, my dick spurting deep into that tiny pussy hole, seeding her once more. But somehow, I haven’t been compelled to re-schedule, shit, I could ask the doctor to come to Valley Pine for a house call, he’ll do it for enough money. But I dunno, something’s taken over my mind, my body, and I let it slip. Just like that, Robert Lancaster, who always makes sure his littles are protected, is suddenly playing it fast and loose, again and again, with my sweet girl.

So yeah, I dunno exactly what’s wrong with me, it’s like a haze of fog has taken over my mind, I’m a man wandering dazed and lost, only coming to life when Melly is in the room. Thank god my businesses run themselves, thank fuck that I have billions already, so I can step away for a couple months and lose myself in the lifestyle. And Melissa’s been so good, so amazing, that I’m taking her to Disneyworld as a treat.

“Melly,” I said one night after dinner. “Daddy has something special for you.”

She paused for a moment, chicken nugget lifted halfway to her mouth. I noted with satisfaction that it was dipped in hot white goo, my sperm was her favorite condiment, she wouldn’t eat these days unless it was served as a side. God knows I fed that little girl full, both down her throat and up her twat.

And she tried to guess what it was.

“Is it the doll we saw at the store?” the brunette asked excitedly. “The one also named Melly?” Because I’d taken her to the Wooden Horse, a local toy store, and my girl had seen a doll who looked just like her with big brown eyes that opened and closed, long brunette ringlets and a blue dress. She wanted it desperately, but I’d resisted.

“No baby,” I said gently, ignoring the stares of the salespeople and other customers. I admit, we looked a little weird, or more accurately, Melly looked weird, a grown woman dressed in a pale yellow jumper embroidered with flowers, with a big matching bow in her hair as she begged and pleaded with me, shifting her weight from foot to foot with excitement.

But Melly was juiced and didn’t care about the looks we got, the stares from strangers.

“Please Daddy,” she begged, her voice rising, starting to gain in volume. “Please, please, please, she even has the same name as me.”

But I was adamant, frowning sternly.

“Little girls have to learn restraint,” I said sternly. “And Melly hasn’t been showing much lately.” Because during our last sex session, Melly had begged me to put it in her ass, literally wiggling her butt at me, tempting me with that dark hole, pulling it wide for me to sniff. But I was saving anal for her birthday, so had refused, going on a spiel about discipline.

And Melly had hung her head in the store, disappointed, shuffling her feet, looking down. In fact, tears had started to well in her eyes, and I was such a pushover I almost gave in. But right, discipline was paramount when working with littles so I shook my head again.

“If you’re good,” I promised soothingly. “Daddy will buy it for you if you’re good.”

The brunette nodded once more, miserable, eyes filled with tears, although she knew better than to protest again. See what I mean? The female’s learned quickly, much faster than any other little, and the progress we’ve made in two months is astonishing, really fucking incredible.

But still, I wanted to reward the brunette in a small way for recognizing that it was futile to argue. So I led her outside and back to the car, opening the door and putting her in, buckling the safety belt myself, making sure the strap was tight. God, this girl was my most precious asset, I’d be devastated if something happened to my sweet, nubile female.

“You be good,” I said, dropping a kiss onto her forehead, running my hand between her thighs, lightly niggling that clit once she was strapped in, making the female grunt with surprise and then moan with arousal, legs parting involuntarily. “You be good and Daddy will be sure to get the doll for you.”

Because of course, I can deny Melissa nothing. I love my little, and it’s hard for me to say no to her, although I’m supposed to be the one in charge. Some days I wonder if she’s the Daddy, and I’m the little, it’s gotten so out of hand, Melly gets her way so often. And just like a giant pushover, I’m taking my baby to Disneyworld for her birthday, introducing her to the Magic Kingdom, where dreams come true. I looked forward to telling her, the tickets burning a hole in my pocket.

“So what is it?” the female asked excitedly, a chicken nugget poised just inches from her mouth, cum dripping to her plate in gooey white blobs. “What’s the special thing you’re getting me?”

And I grinned at her then, almost unable to contain my own excitement.

“Baby,” I ground out. “Daddy’s taking you to Disneyworld for your birthday. Haven’t you always wanted to go? We’re gonna hop on the Concord and fly to Florida, rub noses with Minnie and Mickey.”

Total silence for a moment before a gasp rang out.

“Really Daddy?” she asked in a breathy whisper, cheeks coloring. “Where Mickey and Minnie live? With Donald and Dumbo? And Ariel, the little mermaid?”

I nodded, grinning with pleasure, feeling ten miles tall.

“That’s it, honey,” I said. “We’re gonna visit Ariel at home, Donald and Goofy, and um, um … who else?” I asked. Shit, I’ve never been good with cartoon characters, they all run together in my mind.

“Well there’s Chip and Dale, and Ariel, and Princess Jasmine, and you know, the girls from Frozen, Elsa and Anna. And of course Olaf the Snowman. Daddy you forgot already? Silly Daddy!” she squealed, almost jumping up and down in her seat. “Don’t you remember, we just watched Frozen last night!”

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