Please Daddy(22)

“Your daddies will be up to talk to you,” Nanny Jean said as she walked to the door. “I hope to see the rest of you on the beach soon.”

Once the four of them had left the room, Coco turned to look at Jenny. “I don’t think I can!”

Jenny nodded and Coco saw that she too was squirming a bit. “I know, but what choice do we have?” she whispered. Suzy flung herself onto her back, her feet drumming against the mattress.

“This is so unfair! I hate Veronica!”

“Shh, don’t let anyone hear you say that,” Coco warned. “You don’t want to get into trouble.”

After a few minutes, the door opened and three men strolled in. Coco was very pleased to see her daddy and yet felt a tug of misgiving that he had to know that she hadn’t made use of the thick garment between her legs.

“Hello, ladybug,” he said, giving her a smile as he reached over the rails to lift her from the crib.

“Hi, Daddy,” she said, instantly snuggling her face into the crook of his neck. “Can we go swimming now?”

He patted her bottom that was cradled on his arm. “That depends on you, little one. Once you go potty, I’ll be happy to help you into your swimsuit.”

Coco shook her head. “I don’t think I can, Daddy.”

“You can,” he countered, giving the top of her head a kiss. “You’re safe here among your friends and your uncles.”

She sighed, unable to deny his words and yet still not able to let her bladder release. Even the sight of Jenny being laid down on the changing table, didn’t have any effect other than to make her clench her bladder even tighter.

“How about we discuss this in our room?” Dalton suggested.

“Does that mean you are going to spank me?” Coco asked softly.

“No, ladybug. You haven’t been naughty. You are simply being stubborn.” Her daddy gave her backside another pat and then carried her from the room. Coco snuggled into his arms but didn’t have anything else to say.

“You sit right here,” Dalton said, placing her on the leather chair. “I’ll get your suit.” Coco nodded, her hands in her lap, watching as he opened a drawer and pulled out another swimsuit. It was one of her favorites. Navy blue with small, colorful fish swimming across the surface. Thinking of swimming had her thinking of water which had her slipping a hand between her legs and pressing against the soft white cloth. Her daddy didn’t say a word, simply laid the suit on the bed, took his own from the drawer and walked into the bathroom.

Coco heard the water gushing into the sink through the open door and when it didn’t turn off, she understood that her daddy was offering her help. With a final grimace, and another clutch of a full bladder, she pulled her hand free and closed her eyes. When she was done, she opened them, her cheeks were hot but the pain in her tummy was gone. Scooting out of the chair, she went to the open door, the feeling of the far heavier diaper giving testament that she’d used it.

“Um, Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetie,” he said, tying the drawstring of his swimsuit and looking up.

“What happens now?” she asked.

“Did you go potty?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, feeling her cheeks go even hotter.

Her daddy smiled and came to her. “Then, little one, I will clean you up and show you what happens when my ladybug allows herself to let go and accept the lesson.”

He picked her up and set her onto a table much like the one in their bathroom at home. “Lie back.” Once she had, he undid the pins and pulled the diaper down. “Good girl,” he praised, bending to place a kiss on her tummy. Coco felt a mixture of embarrassment at what she’d done and arousal at his touch. She also felt quite like a little one when he grabbed both of her ankles and lifted them, raising her bottom off the table. The diaper was pulled free and dropped into a bin she hadn’t noticed before. The water that had been running for several minutes made it easy for her daddy to soak a cloth and return to her. It felt good against her skin and the fact that he did such a thorough job of cleansing every fold of her pussy had her moaning and lifting her hips without help.

Dalton chuckled as he set the cloth aside. “Now, for your reward. Pull your knees up and let your legs fall open.”

Coco obeyed and once she was splayed for his perusal, she moaned when he bent and began to lick and nibble on her sex. “Oh, Daddy,” she groaned when a thick finger entered her pussy to add to the wonderful sensations his tongue and lips were evoking. He continued to suckle and drive his finger in and out of her until she was trembling, her insides coiling towards release. When the finger disappeared, she expected it to return, perhaps with another but instead found it being pressed against her pucker, causing her to whimper.

“Be my good girl,” Dalton said, lifting his head. “Open your heinie hole for Daddy.”

After giving his instruction, he returned to his feast, as if not even doubting that she’d obey. Coco felt a rush of love for this man. A man who hadn’t chastised her for her hesitancy about using the diaper. A man who had made it not only seem quite natural but made it easier to comply by simply turning on the taps at the sink. A man who was even now licking and teasing her into what she was positive would be an incredible release. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly, forcing herself to relax and even push a bit against the finger still waiting at her back entrance. Her submission helped make the penetration easier and she moaned again as the digit invaded her darkest recesses. As it began to twist and slide in and out of her bottom, the spring inside her coiled tighter. When a second finger joined the first, stretching her, scissoring her tender passage, she felt the spring about to snap.

“Oh…oh, Daddy!” she cried, her bottom pushing against his hand, his finger fucking driving her to the point of no return. “May I come? Please, Daddy!”

“Yes, babygirl, come hard for me,” he said and then immediately took her swollen clittie between his teeth and gave it a bite.

“Ahhhh,” Coco screamed, splintering apart, her fingers clutching the sides of the table as he continued to drive her to a second explosion with his mouth and fingers. “Daddy!” she screamed, her entire body tensing and then convulsing, the fingers in her bottom held tightly inside by her contractions, her cream dripping down to coat them as well.

“That’s my girl, my very good girl,” Dalton praised, taking several long laps of her sex, gathering her nectar. She felt practically boneless and only gave one small mewl as he removed his fingers from her heinie hole. “You are absolutely beautiful when you come,” he said, bending to kiss her. She moaned again as she tasted herself but eagerly accepted his tongue and his lips pressed so tightly against her own. She smiled as a drawstring that had only been tightened a few moments earlier was pulled and his swimsuit pushed down as he pulled her body down to the edge of the table.

“Legs up and wide. It’s Daddy’s turn for a treat.”

Coco lifted her legs to her chest, hugging them as he fisted his cock. For the briefest moment, she feared he would press into her heinie but suddenly realized that she was no longer afraid.

“Are you going to put that in my…my heinie, Daddy?” she asked softly. He looked surprised at her question as he ran his cockhead over the lips of her sex, and she felt her face flush and her pussy spasm. “I-I think I’m ready…if you want to.”

Without another word, he stepped back, kicked off his trunks and then lifted her in his arms. “Not on the table,” he said, carrying her to the bed. When she began to move to the center, he said, “No, not yet.” She watched as he opened the drawer of the nightstand and removed a bottle. “Hold out your hand.” Once she had, he squirted some of the lubricant into her palm. “Now, get Daddy’s cock nice and slick. It will make it easier to bury myself deep in your little heinie.”

She could feel her nipples tightening and her pussy spasm at his words. Wrapping her slick hand around his cock, she almost groaned. It felt soft as velvet and yet hard as steel and she knew that in just a few moments, it would be going someplace she’d never imagined. After several long strokes, his cock was glistening and pre-cum had appeared on its tip. She bent forward and lapped it up, causing him to groan deeply.

“Good girl. Scoot to the middle of the bed, on your side.” She obeyed and once there, he laid behind her, an arm wrapped around her waist. “Pull your leg up as high as you can,” he instructed. She again obeyed and gasped when she felt his finger slipping into her pussy. “My girl provides her own lubricant, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, flushing and yet unable to deny that despite two incredible orgasms, she was dripping wet again.

“Just relax, I’ll go slow,” he promised, moving his now slick finger to her small hole. It was soon deep inside and joined by a second and then a third.

“Oh, Daddy, that’s too much,” she moaned, the pressure more than it had been while she’d been pleasured on the table.

“Shh, I’m just helping you to stretch a bit. My cock is bigger than even three fingers. Just relax, sweetheart.”