Page 28 of Daddy's Pretty Baby

So I nodded, trying not to show my eagerness.

“Yes, I’d like that Daddy,” I said slowly, eyes wide. “I’d really like that. What do I have to do for us to go to Disneyworld?”

“Well first thing,” Mr. Lancaster replied. “Is finishing that omelet so you’re full and healthy. Does Daddy’s cum taste good honey? Does it taste good today?”

And I slowly took another bite, chewing slowly. The fact is that I love the tang of Robert’s semen, and I’ve had so much of it that I can tell if he’s been eating well, I can tell if he’s been working out.

“Yes Daddy,” I said after swallowing. “You taste really sweet today, have you been eating more strawberries lately?”

And the big man threw another lazy grin my way.

“I did, baby, last night I had a bowl of strawberries after you fell asleep. Fuck honey, your sense of taste is exquisite, and it’s amazing that you’re so attuned to my jizz. For that alone baby girl, we’re going to Disneyworld.”

I giggled then, cheeks flushing, trying to contain my excitement. It astonished me how we slipped into Daddy/little girl play so easily. One moment we were talking about contracts and he was tutoring me on legal terms, and the next we were planning a trip to Disneyworld and talking about the taste of his semen. But that’s how it is with Robert and me. We can switch between the two so easily, so seamlessly, that it’s like we’re made for one another. So I went with it, shooting him a breathless smile.

“Thank you Daddy,” I mewled, batting my lashes at him. “I can’t wait to go to Orlando.”

And he merely pulled me into his lap, breathing into my hair.

“Mmm, baby, you’re gonna love the Happiest Place on Earth, it’s where little girls’ dreams come true.” I melted then into his arms, dazed, euphoric, ready to do whatever he asked, looking forward to our trip together, it was like my real life was on hiatus for three months while another girl walked in my shoes.

And now as we set foot in the Magic Kingdom, I could tell that the hype hadn’t been wrong. This truly was the happiest place on earth, a gleaming yellow brick walkway leading up to the castle with the blue roof, life size characters dancing all around, posing to take pictures with kids. Of course, I was the only adult in a princess outfit, Belle’s dress from Beauty and the Beast to be exact, but no one batted an eye. I fit in because there were people in costumes around, Disney paid its employees to be Goofy, Daffy, assorted Stormtroopers, even Ariel with a shiny fish tail, flipping her long red wig over one shoulder.

So I let out a skip of joy, clasping my arms around myself excitedly.

“Daddy,” I breathed, my face open, a smile wreathing my lips. “It’s amazing! Look over there! There’s Elsa! Look over there! There’s Dory from Finding Dory!”

And Robert nodded, that big form casually dressed in a tight blue t-shirt and cargo shorts. Damn, Daddy looked good, the shirt hugged his biceps, molding his hard chest, ripped with muscle.

“That’s right, honey, now let’s go get something to eat. Daddy’s hungry and so are you.”

I laughed.

“But Daddy, we just got here, it’s nine a.m., the park just opened and we had breakfast twenty minutes ago!”

The big man grinned at me.

“Yeah, but have you ever had the jumbo turkey leg here? It’s as big as your head, should be in the Guinness Book of World Records,” he teased, circling a strong arm around my waist, shivers going through my form. “Now come on, honey, you know Daddy likes to make sure that his girl is always well-fed.”

Because it was true. Robert always wants me to eat, he likes his women hefty and full, and has told me more than once that I’d look better even heavier. So yeah, at nine a.m., despite having just had a three-course breakfast, we were going off in search of a jumbo turkey leg, whatever that was.

And when Daddy brought two back from the concession stand, I was astounded. The turkey leg really was ginormous, all crackly brown skin on the outside, with a circumference the size of a soccer ball.

“No Daddy,” I said, shaking my head, eyes wide. “I can’t, it’s too much food.”

But Robert just grinned once more.

“Honey, how about if I put some special sauce on it?” he murmured quietly, for my ears only. “There’s no one at the food court right now, the park just opened.”

I looked around, gasping. That was true, we were alone for the moment, dozens of empty tables and chairs around us, the concession stands about fifty feet away. But still, we were in public.

“Daddy, no,” I whispered. “It’s so wrong. Kids might see you.”

But he merely grinned.

“There are no kids now,” he growled, “They just opened this place up, the kids are still taking pictures with Goofy. Now come on honey, let’s do this,” he ground out. “I want you to drink my cum.”

And I gasped at his dirty words. Holy shit, we were in an amusement park and Daddy wanted me to suck him? He wanted me to taste that creamy white, right here, dressed in my princess dress, opening my mouth for the good stuff in broad daylight?

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