Daddy’s sleeping beauty part 4

I wanted to do more with my doll with auburn hair, whose name, coincidentally or not, it’s Ariel, just like the pretty mermaid, but I didn’t want to push it too far.
She even has some of the character’s features.
I hit a goldmine and I’m not planning to quit until I dig every single piece of gold, no matter how long it will take.
On the way home, my mind skipped from Sophie to Ariel, and let me tell you, it’s hard to drive when your brain keeps flashing you images of what happened and what you want to happen, which involve two sexy preteens.
My wife was in a bad mood, angry that I was late, but I don’t care. I wouldn’t have missed that for anything in the world.
Besides, when she’s angry, she doesn’t want to fuck, and to be honest, my desire for her is nonexistent since I got a taste of young pussy. Yes, it feels good when I fuck her and think of Sophie, but somewhere deep down, there’s a voice telling me that Sophie wouldn’t be so loose. She would be so tight that it would strangle my cock, and cut the blood flow.
I jerked myself while watching Sophie shower, but it’s not like the real thing. The cameras are high-tech, no doubt, but… it doesn’t do it for me so well.
I want more and more, but I can’t have it yet. Sure, I could drug her again, and the thought it’s really tempting, but now, after I saw Ariel’s expressions and reactions, I want Sophie to be awake, too.
To see her eyes, the question in them, to want her to want me.
So, instead of doing that, I focused on making a plan. I need a good plan. Maybe even make her think it’s her idea. I could do that. Plant the seed, then watch it grow. Sophie is a very curious little girl, and if I could get her to think about sex and incest, she would surely come to me with questions.
I’m a goddamn genius!
I look for a picture of a girl close to Sophie’s age, from another country, make a Facebook account, write dancing at hobbies, and post a few posts that I know my daughter has, too.
I know, the account is new, but Sophie won’t go thinking so deep about it. Besides, I’ll be the one behind the keyboard, and I’ll make her believe that my supposed mother was strict and wouldn’t let me have any social media, but my parents got a divorce and I was left with my daddy, and he lets me do whatever I want.
Genius.
That way she won’t question why I don’t have many friends. I’ll add some from other countries, making sure that there’s no way someone can identify the little girl. I know, I’m a bit paranoid, but paranoia is keeping many people out of jail.
After I finish this, I go to bed, but not before going to check on Sophie. She’s asleep, spread across the bed like a little starfish with the covers tangled all around her.
As a good father, I gently untangle the sheets, feeling her up as I do. I don’t go too far, though. If she wakes up and finds me cupping her pussy, it won’t look good, but if I graze it, brush it as I untangle her little body, then it’s an accident.
By the time the sheets are untangled, I touched almost every inch of her, and I’m again as hard as a brick.
I walk away before I do something, but I can’t get out. I need a release. I won’t touch her, but it’s enough to see her tiny buds under her pink nightgown. The thing is a bit transparent. I can’t see much, but I see enough.
I listen closely to hear if someone else is awake, but there are no sounds at all, and Sophie is a heavy sleeper, so she won’t hear me pushing down my pajama pants and briefs. She won’t hear the sound of my hand going up and down my thick, hard dick. She won’t hear my heavy breathing and silent groans that I barely keep inside.
No. She’s asleep, looking like an angel made for her daddy to love and enjoy.
The temptation to go there and pull the sheets away so I can see all of her, it’s big, but so is the risk, and why risk fucking everything up for a bite when I can be patient and have the whole meal. Feast on it day and night?
The sound of precum coating my dick, making it easier for my hand to glide up and down, sounds erotic and sensual in the room filled with teddy bears and dolls, where a little girl is laying spread, unconscious, not knowing that her daddy is watching her, jerking off while looking at her small lips that would wrap around my dick like a dream, flushed cheeks that would look like the most beautiful sin if covered with my cum.
I move my hand faster, brushing teasingly the tip of my engorged cock with my thumb, rolling the precum around the smooth head, pushing some under my foreskin so it would smear all over my length.
The pleasure comes in waves. Hot, leaving me breathless, making me sweat, and weakening my knees.
With every second spent looking at her small body, tiny hands, and blonde hair that’s sprawled all over the pillow, the pleasure increases, blurring my vision and making me shake all over.
My baby girl, the daughter I always wanted, the small human who came from my drawn balls, is now the reason why I come so hard that I almost pass out.
My uncut dick makes more noise the harder I squeeze it and the faster I stroke it, but I can’t stop. I need to come while surrounded by her scent, hearing her small, soft, snores, seeing her innocent little face.
The high hits me like a hurricane. It makes me lose my balance, forcing me to stumble backward and hit the wall.
I’m not sure how loud the hit was because my heartbeats are deafening me. The pleasure is making me dizzy, muffling the world around me.
My dick jerks and throbs as it spills endless ribbons of cum on the wood floor, right in front of my daughter’s bed.
Fuck!
I can’t wait to fuck her.
I try to be silent as I suck in oxygen because I feel like I ran a marathon, and I can’t afford to make more sound. Especially this kind of sound.
I wipe my eyes, getting rid of the layer of tears that filled them due to the orgasm that almost broke me, then look down at the cum.
It could have been another daughter. Or a boy. A son. Would I fuck him, too? Would I fuck my son? Thinking about my 17-year-old son, my dick gets softer, so I think I wouldn’t.
But what if he were young? Would you?
That small voice asks, making me think for a few seconds.
The image of a boy with auburn hair and hazel eyes comes into my mind, and I stop breathing for a second.
I know Ariel is too young to get pregnant, and so is my daughter, but they’ll grow…
I stop that thought for now and get some tissues Sophie has on her desk, then wipe my hand of the few drops of cum that landed on it, then my dick, slip it back in my pants, then clean the floor and go to my bedroom.
I barely slept. The idea of having these two small preteens impregnated by me is so exhilarating that my heart can’t stop racing. Or my cock go soft.
But how? I mean, sure, I could get Sophie pregnant and manipulate her into telling that it’s someone else’s kid, but I want the kids to know I’m their daddy.
As for Ariel, I couldn’t get her pregnant and leave her to raise the kid by herself.
I remind myself once again that they can’t even get pregnant, but that voice whispers again, a teasing ‘Not yet. Besides, Sophie is at that age. She should start her menstruation soon.’, but I ignore it.
For now, let’s focus on what’s important.
Ariel.
I have to meet with her today, and I promised I’ll buy her a dress and some shoes, and I’m a man of my word.
My wife is still pissed even after a good sleep, but that’s no surprise. She can hold a grudge.
After I take Sophie to school, get a few kisses on the cheek, and give her some, too while trying to hide my hard-on, I drive to a kid’s store in the part of town I know my wife is not going, and buy her what I promised, and then some.
I get her a doll, too. Mermaid Ariel. And when I see shampoos and shower gels, another idea comes to me.
I buy all that, then go in my car, and look for a motel in the town over. Somewhere no one I know would ever go. But how do I know that? How do I know I won’t meet some neighbor who wants to fuck his mistress?
I can’t risk that.
Yes!
My fishing cabin.
It’s deep in the woods with no other cabins in at least a ten-mile radius, and it’s nicer than one of those cheap motels. And there’s no one to hear her if she’ll be in pain and scream. Because I’m sure it will hurt when I’ll take her sweet virginity.
I thought of taking it with my fingers, but I can’t. I want to memorize the feeling with my dick. Feel the hymen rip under the pressure of my cock, not my finger.
It will hurt her, but I’ll kiss it better.
From the store, I drive to another one to buy some groceries to make her a small lunch, and, of course, some lube.
On the way to the cabin, another idea pops into my head. Recording everything.
I went to an electronic shop and bought 5 small cameras, then drove to the cabin to install them.
I think I’ll get back in the woods in time, if not even earlier.
I speed up a little, not wanting her to get there first and think I won’t come, and move as fast as I can with the cameras.
I put one in the living room, one in the kitchen, two in the bathroom, strategically placed so it would catch the bathtub from a side and from the front so I could record her little face and get both of us, too. Then I go and install two in the bedroom, one on the ceiling, right above the bed, and one on the windowsill, to catch us from a side.
I check the cameras, adjust the angles, and then drive straight to the woods where I’m supposed to meet her in about an hour.
Just to torture myself a bit more, I stop at a gas station to fill the tank and buy a lollypop. She’ll need the practice.
My heart races faster and faster as I approach our meeting spot, and by the time I park the car, I’m afraid I’ll have a heart attack and my dick will explode.
I get out of the car, take a seat on the same log I sat on last time, then wait. And wait.
I hope she’s coming. It’s been 20 minutes past our meeting time.
The sound of a branch snapping makes me smile, and a breath I didn’t even notice that I was holding, leaves my lips when I look to the source of the sound and see my little dirty Ariel.
Fuck, she’s really small. I doubt she’s as old as she says, really.
“Ariel, you came,” I say excitedly as I stand up just to crouch and open my arms wide for her. Her little lips stretch into a smile so big and bright that it blinds me for a second, and my dick gets gradually hard.
She starts running towards me, almost tripping, then launches herself in my arms, wrapping hers around my neck and kissing my cheek.
Yeah, I’ll fuck her today.
“I missed you, doll.” I say as I stand up with her in my arms and kiss her cheeks, ‘accidentally’ brushing the corner of her lips, but she doesn’t say anything.
“I missed you too.”
“How do you call me?” I ask, wanting to hear that erotic word coming from her mouth, and she pulls back, giggling softly and blushing.
“Daddy.” My dick twitches, but she can’t feel it because I pulled her above my hard-on. I don’t want her to start asking questions now.
“Good girl. For that, I’ll give you something.” I say as I go to the car and put her on the hood.
“What?” She asks excitedly, looking at my hands, watching them like a hawk, until I take out the lollypop from my jacket’s pocket.
I fight to open the damn lolly, making her giggle, then I playfully put it on her lips but take it back.
She licks her lips with her tiny tongue, then pretends to pout or try, because her smile is too wide.
“How do you say?”
“Please, Daddy.” Oh, fucking Hell!
“You’re such a good girl…” She blushes, puffing her flat chest a little, proud that she made me happy.
“Open up.” She opens her mouth wide and I slip the candy past her lips, letting it rest on her pink tongue, and she quickly closes her mouth, starting to suck on it hungrily, putting an image of her sucking my dick in my mind.
I might come just from the sight alone.
“Doll, I have more things for you.” She gasps as her eyes go wide in excitement, trying to ask me what without pulling the lolly out of her mouth. I don’t force her to do it. I love seeing the bulge in her cheek.
“Well, as I promised, I bought you clothes. But you’re still dirty, especially your hair, so I would say, if you want to, of course, that I should really wash you. With water, shower gel, and shampoo for little girls as pretty as you.” She blushes and looks around as if to see where we can get water from.
“I have a fishing cabin about an hour’s drive from here. There we have a bathtub and I can make you a bubble bath—”
“Like in the movies?!” She asks, almost spitting the lolly out, making me laugh.
“Yes. Like in the movies.” She squeals, jumping a bit on her ass and almost slipping from the hood.
“I want it!” Oh, this is so easy. Fuck, my dick will explode.
“And I have one more surprise, but I’ll give it to you when we’re taking the bath. And no, I won’t tell you.” I say and purse my lips, and she pulls out the lolly and pouts sweetly.
“No. That doesn’t work on me, young lady. Now let’s go. I can hear your little tummy asking for food.”
“I’ll get food, too?” She asks as if she can’t believe that she’s so lucky, and my heart breaks a little. I really wish I could take her home with me and pamper her.
“Of course. I told you, I take good care of my daughters. And you, little doll, you stole my heart and made me love you.”
“Y-You love M-me?” She stutters as her pretty eyes fill with tears, and I cup her face and kiss her tiny button nose.
“I do. Very much.”
“N-Nobody loved m-me be-before.” She sobs softly, and I pull her back in my arms and kiss her head, rubbing her back gently.
“I will always love you,” I say wholeheartedly because I can say I do.
Yes, I want to fuck her, I want to taste every inch of her small body, but I still have fatherly instincts that awoke for her, too.
“And I’ll always show you how much,” I say as I take her to the back of the car so we can go.
“A-Always?”
“Yes. I promise.” I say as I open the door, and she pulls back, looking at me with wide eyes, then says something that has all my organs speed up.
“I love you, too, Daddy.” My dick is hard as a fucking rock.
“Thank you, baby. Now, if the police stop us, you tell them you’re my daughter, okay?” I say as I put her in the back seat, securing her with the seatbelt.
“Yes. Because I am.” She says as she wipes her snot with her forearm. She’s so fucking sweet it’s hard to look at her.
I don’t tell her not to do it because she’s dirty as it is. Maybe dirtier than yesterday.
I do cup her cheeks and wipe her tears with my thumbs, not wanting her to spread snot all over her face.
“There you go. Now, no more crying, okay?” She sniffles sweetly and nods vehemently, and I just can’t help myself and peck her tiny lips.
They are really small but soft and smooth.
“My sweet little doll,” I say as I pull back, but her expression doesn’t change. She probably has no idea that a father shouldn’t kiss his daughter like that. Okay, sure, I kissed Sophie on the lips until she was like five, but only because she would do it and I never felt anything sexual towards her at the time.
I shut the door and then go to the driver’s seat, fixing my dick in my jeans, but I’m so hard that no matter how I’ll fix it, it will still be uncomfortable to drive for so long.
One thing is for sure. I’ll be late today, too, even more so than yesterday, and my wife will get even angrier, but damn me if I give a single flying fuck.

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