Page 10 of Daddy's Tiny Little Dancer

So, when he cums inside me, I decide I’m not finished. I push myself down to my knees and take him in my mouth. He gasps and moans as I suck desperately and urgently. I suck him like the world is going to end and getting him to cum in my mouth is the only thing that will save it. I pour all of my love for him into the blowjob.

Love?

That’s right. I love him. I realize it for the first time and fortunately for Daddy, I realize it with his cock in my mouth, so when he cries out and fills my mouth, I won’t stop sucking and soon I feel his cock begin to pulse a second time.

When I finally pull my mouth off, he is breathing raggedly, and his legs are shaking.

We fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Cady

After a week and a half, there is no email from the dance company and as much as I try to keep a positive outlook about things, I find myself feeling very disappointed. I’m actually relieved that Daddy has his office set up now so I don’t really see him during normal business hours. At the bank, I work from six o’clock to two o’clock now. That allows me to manage relationships with brokers before the market opens but also gives me three hours of time to myself.

I can mope at work all I want because I’m on autopilot. I can also mope for the three hours before Daddy finishes work. After that, I do a pretty good job of pretending that failure and rejection aren’t driving me down.

“Failure and rejection are part of success,” I say.

“Excuse me?” a familiar voice asks. I look up and see my friend Maddie. She stands at the door of my office.

“God, Maddie,” I say. “I forgot about our appointment.”

“No problem. You need me to come back?”

I shake my head. “Not at all. I did all the preparation yesterday.” She’s about to take over her parents’ hardware store. She’s here to go over all their banking and debt instruments.

“What were you saying about failure and success?” she asks as she sits down.

“Something my Daddy tells me,” I say.

“Ohhh!” she says, “I want to hear all about it.” She’s not a little girl but we talk about it all the time. I think she wants it if she can ever find time to have a relationship.

We talk for a while, but it really turns into me just talking about how disappointed I am that I have no response from the dance company. She tells me to keep my chin up, and I’m glad when we move to business because I can do that without thinking.

Of course, when I leave the bank, my mind is right back on the dance company. As I drive home, my mind just keeps moving in circles. Do I send a follow-up email? Do I just wait? What the hell should I do? I don’t have any idea at all. I just know waiting is driving me crazy.

When I get to my apartment, I take an extra-long shower to try to get my mind off the dance company. I even masturbate but that doesn’t work either, and I finally give up. So as I dry off, I’m not only going crazy about the dance company but I’m also horny and unfulfilled, I step out of the bathroom and stop dead in my tracks. Daddy is there.

“Well,” he says, “this seems familiar.”

I giggle because I’m completely naked. “You’re a Daddy!” I cry and run to him and kiss him. The dance company is in the back of my mind but it’s very far in the back as Daddy’s hands move over my body as we kiss.

The kiss very quickly becomes fevered and passionate, and I wonder if it’s normal for people who’ve been in a relationship for over half a year to be as obsessed with sex as we are. Probably it is, but that doesn’t make this feel any less exciting.

I tear his clothes off and for a change, I put my mouth on his nipple before he has a chance to reach mine. He gasps and moans and I giggle a little bit while I lick and suck his little nub.

That thought causes me to laugh even harder and he says, “What’s so funny?”

Through fits of laughter, I tell him about my thought. He starts laughing himself for a moment, then says, “All right, little girl. Fun’s over.”

I gasp as he pushes me back onto the couch and puts his mouth on my pussy. “Oh, Daddy!” I cry out as my senses come alive.

It’s so strange how this can feel so familiar now but still so exciting. I can almost predict how my body will react, but I still gasp and moan and cry out as though everything is brand new. This is something that I am fairly sure is different from most other relationships—the newness, or more accurately, the excitement factor. I look forward to my time with him with the same anticipation that a child looks forward to Christmas morning.

Of course, I have this thought in the middle of cumming on his mouth, so it’s possible that might have something to do with my excitement. When he lifts himself up and slams into me, the orgasm that results is so intense that all of those thoughts and all thoughts of any kind are driven from my mind.

“God, Daddy!” I cry. “You feel so good!”

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