The Aftermath

It's all you can do not to fall fast asleep after the massive orgasm you blasted up into Amy's inviting cunt. You have rolled over onto your back and closed your eyes. She has her soft head nestled on your chest. Your arm is around her while she idly plays with your slumbering, sticky cock.

"You promise you're not really into little girls?"

Your eyes snap open and you stare at her. "Yes! I mean, no! Fuck."

That would be the worst, you realize. If she told everyone -- your friends, her friends, your parents -- that you were some kind of child molester. You're not, you know this quite comfortably. You find grown women very, very attractive. It just excites you to think of them playing little for you. Calling you Daddy. Indulging in taboo fantasies with you.

Amy nods, seeming to accept your protestation. She keeps her hand on your cock, caressing it gently, as she speaks again.

"So what happens now? I mean, I guess ... what more do you want from me?"

This is a good question. After all, it's not like you've planned out an agenda. You seriously never expected it to get this far. Thinking for a moment, you marshal your thoughts. If she finds what you are about to say repulsive, fine, you'll break up as planned. But if she agrees to your twisted desires...

You launch into it. "If you are going to continue to be my girlfriend, then this is what I want. When we are alone together and being sexual, you will play young for me. It doesn't always have to be as young as you acted today. Then again, sometimes it could be younger. The point is simply that you will act as though you are a little girl."

"Younger than I acted today?" she asks with a concerned look. "What -- like a baby?"

"Sometimes, yes," you respond. "Again, it's about dominance and humiliation."

"It really would turn you on if I went 'googoo gaga' while you fucked me?"

"Sure, why not?" you say calmly.

She shakes her head, trying to understand. "What if I acted like a foetus?"

You laugh at that. "Don't be ridiculous."

"Oh, that's ridiculous but me being a baby isn't?"

"Look, Amy," you say, staring into her gorgeous eyes, "it's not like I'm just making this stuff up. There's a whole bunch of people into this kind of fetish."

"Oh, how nice," she says dryly, "you've found a community to belong to."

You don't say anything for a moment. When you do, your voice has an edge.

"If you don't want to do this, then so be it. But you said you'd do what--"

"Yes, yes," she interrupts, "whatever it takes. I know! And I meant it. I'm just trying to understand."

The silence hangs between you like a curtain until she finally pulls it down.

"And you want me to ... to dress like a little girl?"

"Yes, that's right. Schoolgirl uniforms, pink nighties, Disney panties, hair in pigtails -- that sort of thing."

"And you'll be my daddy."

"Yes."

"Like...my actual father? I mean, in the fantasy, I'm actually your daughter?"

You look at her and nod.

"Yes. You will be my daughter, and I will fuck you."