We were enjoying our post-breakfast cuddles at the kitchen table. She was in my lap and I’d brushed her hair. I kissed her cheek and and ran my fingers along her jaw. I loved touching her face. She was so sensitive there and her expression went all mmm.
My attentions wandered down a bit, under her generously cut nightie, and soon I could feel her nipple stiffening against the palm of my hand. She pouted. “I wanna touch,” she said.
“Touch what, darling?”
She punched me playfully. “Touch between my legs, Daddy!”
Maybe it was a bit lame, making the same joke every time, but I figured if I was her Daddy then I got to make dad jokes. I wasn’t sure if she agreed, but I was sure I didn’t care if she agreed or not. I nuzzled her hair. “You’re always free to touch, sugarmuffin, you know that.”
She drummed her heels against the chair leg. “I wanna cum, Daddy!”
“You know I’m reasonable in that, baby. You just have to do your chores today, that’s all.”
She pouted some more. “But Daddy there are so many today and I’m so wet and achey and needy down there and you teased me so much last night and now you’re starting again and it’s not fair, Daddy!”
I lightly took her chin in my hand and turned her so I could look sternly into her eyes. “Now, now, young lady, you know we don’t use that kind of language in this house.”
She looked down, chastened. The f-word was not to be used and she knew it. She hadn’t exactly helped her case here. But when she looked up again her eyes were gleaming with unshed tears. I don’t know how she did it. Such craft, such subtlety. I had to admire her tricks.
“Please, Daddy, it’s just so hard today. I don’t know why, I just can’t stand it. Please, please, I wanna cum now, Daddy!”
I patted her butt. “Well, okay, let’s see. Hop up on the table and let Daddy take a look at the problem.”
She eagerly got up on the table in front of me and spread her legs. No panties, of course. There was already a wet patch on the back of her nightie; I’d chide her for that later. I leaned in to get a good look. She really was swollen and it was like her whole pussy blushed under my gaze. “Lean back a bit, sweetie, now get your feet up, that’s right.”
I pulled her slit a bit more open to check inside. Her inner lips were puffy instead of ending in a narrow fringe. There was a generous amount of cream leaking from her entrance. I played with it a bit, rubbing it around. I could hear her catch her breath. I wiped it off on her thigh. I gently slid one finger inside; unusually warm and silky today.
I ran my fingers along all her folds to check her reactions; I could tell by the way she squirmed. It was so cute. Her clitty was not quite standing at attention yet; I pulled up the hood to check underneath, and it was red and swollen too.
I looked up at her and smiled encouragingly. She smiled back. “Do you see, Daddy?”
“Yes, darling, I see.” I patted her cunt possessively. It was mine, after all. “You can go a little bit longer. Run along and do your chores, now.”
