Fun in Amy's Bedroom

Amy always comes to your place because her roommate is an uptight bitch who hates you. So you're a little surprised when she calls to invite you over. She tells you she's all alone, the evil roomie having gone out of town to her parents for the weekend. Still, your apartment is a lot nicer and you'd much rather Amy comes to you.

"Oh, but Daddy," she purrs, in her little girl voice, "I have something special here for you. I think you're really gonna like it." She giggles, high-pitched and naughty, a sound that makes you breathe heavily into the phone. You can only imagine what she has in store, and so you tell her you'll be there in twenty minutes.

When you get to her apartment building, she buzzes you in from the street without a word. The elevator is broken again -- it's always broken, another reason you hate coming over here -- so you walk up the four flights to her floor. The carpet in the hallway is dingier than you remember and as you head for her door you hope that whatever Amy has planned is worth it.

You ring the doorbell. There's no answer and no sound from within. You ring again and give a knock. Still nothing. What the fuck? When you try the handle, the door opens. There are no lights on in the apartment. Oh, what is she playing at? You flip on the light switch, close the door behind you, lock it. "Amy? Daddy's here." All is silent.

You leave your shoes at the door as Amy prefers and move slowly through the empty apartment, hearing only the sounds from the street. Her bedroom door is closed, but you can see a pale pink light shifting and shimmering under the gap. You open the door slowly and your heart skips a beat.

The only illumination is from a rotating pink nightlight, shaped like a little fishbowl, with cartoon fish cutouts that cast cute shadows on every surface of the room. The walls are covered with posters of characters from My Little Pony, Sesame Street, and other kid shows that you don't know. Stuffed animals are piled up on the bed, on top of a pink comforter that is adorned with unicorns and rainbows. Under the comforter, her head resting on a matching pillow, her eyes closed, her thumb in her mouth, is Amy.

Of course you are hard as a rock as you quietly walk in and tug the bedroom door shut. There's no need to shut the door, the two of you won't be disturbed; but when you think about the things that perverted daddies do to little girls in rooms like this, it seems appropriate that, for this scene you and Amy are acting out, the door should be closed.

You stand above her soft face, gazing down. She is lying on her back, her face turned on its right side, her thumb enclosed within her lips. Her hair has spread out on the pillow, her eyes are closed and still, her breathing is shallow. She is doing a very convincing job looking like a sleeping little girl. Squatting down, you bring your face to hers, and kiss her lightly on the cheek. Amy doesn't stir. Then you reach for the covers pulled tightly around her chin, and carefully lower them to her waist.

She is wearing a pink cotton nightie with Elsa from Frozen emblazoned across the front. The short sleeves are ruffled at her shoulders. Poking through the front of the nightdress, rather unmistakably, are her erect nipples. You pause for a moment to admire this delightful view, then lower the comforter further to expose the hem of her nightie and her smooth bare legs.

Your cock is uncomfortable in your pants as you slide your hand up her body, caressing her through her nightie, coming to rest on her left breast, rubbing it through the soft cotton. She responds by sucking loudly on her thumb, eyes remaining closed. You give the hard nipple a little squeeze and hear a whimper catch in her throat. Kneading her breast gently, you slide your other hand up her leg, under her nightie, to investigate whether she is wearing panties. She isn't.

Her smooth cunt is warm and already incredibly juicy. You let your fingertips stroke her lips as your other hand plays with her breast, and now the thumb slides out of her mouth and, eyes still shut, she murmurs, "Daddy?"

"Daddy loves you, sweetie," you whisper to her, caressing your little daughter so lewdly.

"Oh, Daddy," she moans softly, eyes flickering open. "That feels so naughty."

Your hands on her, your face against hers, your hot breath raspy. "Oh no, sweetie. It's not naughty, it's so nice."

"Not naughty?" She gives you the sweetest look, her face a mask of confusion. "It's okay for daddy to touch little Amy like this?"

Fuck. You are throbbing. Amy has outdone herself, has shown you yet again that she will walk with you down this dark taboo path. You slide fingers inside of her, feeling her heat, her desire, and the fact this is exciting her makes you throb harder. She whimpers and sighs and makes little girl noises and now you need to have your cock in her, need to fuck your little girl.

She is one step ahead of you, fingers reaching for your pants. "Can I touch you too, Daddy?" But she doesn't wait for an answer, unbuttons and unzips you hurriedly, tugs down your pants, helps you step out of them as you tear off your jacket and shirt and then you are on top of her, kissing her wetly, her fingers guiding your cock to her smooth little girl pussy.

"Oh, Daddy!" she cries out as you enter her, her hands around your back, her mouth on yours. "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck your little girl."

And there, in her bed of unicorns and rainbows, surrounded by stuffed animals, you do just that.