Another Big Mean Man

A series of scratches at the door. A little bark. The sigh from my wife next to me. The things that I woke up to.

The little wriggle against me to let me know she was awake too, even though she pretended otherwise. The gentle smell of her hair close to me. The feel of her little nightie against my skin. Hardening because I needed to move for my morning pee. Just some other things I woke up to.

My opened my eyes. My wife looked at me, sighed again, and mouthed "another bad dream?" I shrugged slightly. I couldn't help it if Lucy's nightmares were more frequent these days and she needed the warmth and comfort of her parents bed. I certainly wasn't making her come in here. When she had a bad dream it meant that the prospect of marital sex, somewhat rare these days, wouldn't be on the cards though. Another sigh as she got out of bed. "I'll go deal with the dogs then," she whispered, as Lucy pressed against me slightly. I smiled. "I would, but there's a Goose in my bed!" She giggled at the nickname I'd given her daughter years before. The door clicked shut as she went downstairs.

A different kind of sigh came from Lucy as she opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Finally, daddy," she whispered, "she's finally left us alone again." She arched her back, pressing her little bum against me again, reaching over her head with one hand to hold mine, pulling out down to wrap around her waist. Holding her against me. Kissing the top of her head. Feeling her hot tight body against mine, knowing that we shouldn't be like this. But not ever wanting it to stop.

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed again contentedly. She wriggled slightly against my cock, her little nightie riding up slightly so I could feel her bare skin against mine. "Mummy thinks I should wear pj bottoms if you're going to have so many bad dreams, Goose," I told her. "Nuh-uh, daddy!" she squealed quietly, "Don't cover up just because I'm here! You know that's wrong," she pouted.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. It's not happening," I reassured her, squeezing her tighter, my hand on her tummy, gently stroking her up and down. She took my hand again, moving it gently upwards onto her little breasts. Would they get to the size of her mother's, or would she stay little like this forever? Her friends were growing, I'd have been blind not to notice them when they came over to "study" together. But my sweet little Goose wasn't getting any bigger even as she got older. Without thinking, I started to play with them through her flimsy top as she moaned gently.

I bent my face towards her head, inhaling the smell of her hair deeply. Kissing her neck, knowing that made her so extra tingly. She giggled and squirmed against me with each kiss. "Daaaddddyyyy..." Her skin was against mine, rubbing against me. "Are you getting all hard for your little girl, Daddy?" she cooed. I grunted softly as she pushed against me again. "No, Goose. I'm hard because it's morning. Nothing to do with you having nothing on under your nightie yet again."

She turned round to face me, pouting again. "Firstly, Daddy," she told me sternly, "I did have panties on but I had to take them off." I cocked an eyebrow at her in disbelief. She lowered her voice to a slow whisper as she looked me in the eye, continuing "They're somewhere in the bed but they got all sticky so I had to take them off." My heart jumped. We'd have to find them. As much as Lucy wanted to, we couldn't have her mother find her wet knickers in the bed. She started to slide down my body slowly, still looking at me, "and secondly, I don't think you're telling the truth about it being nothing to do with me, silly."

Her beautiful, perfect face was next to my cock now. Her little hand reaching out to me. My hand in her tousled hair. "Use me, Daddy," she whispered as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. It flicked against me gently, kissing my cock head as my grip tightened. "You want this, Goose? Are you sure?" I asked her. She nodded. "My Daddy has needs and he has me. That's all you need, isn't it?" she grinned widely before putting my cock head inside her mouth. It felt amazing. Just so wet and warm and welcoming. Relaxing as I stroked her hair, but knowing I could hold her there if she tried to stop. Her little tongue flickered against me, swirling around the crown, just how I'd shown her I liked it. Bobbing her little head up and down, pushing more cock into her pretty little mouth with each effort. "Mmmmmmm," I groaned, "that's my girl. That's my special little girl. Won't be long before Daddy's all the way in, goose. You're getting better every day." She smiled at me, so proud of her efforts, little tears in the corners of her eyes. 

She worked her way back up to the tip, giving me little kisses all the way along my cock. She looked so perfect between my legs, looking up at me with devotion, kissing the cock that had made her, loving it, licking it from top to bottom. She shuffled down the bed slightly, and I knew what she was going to do next. Her tongue trailed down my cock and she started to kiss my balls as well. "Yummy daddy," she cooed. "My daddy has such a yummy cock to kiss." 

My hand rested in her hair, holding her tighter now as she kissed me all over. "Did... I... really... come... from... in... here?" she asked me between kisses. "Yes, goose. Daddy made you with the cum that was in there," I told her, knowing that's what she needed to hear. She put her little hand round my cock and started to stroke me up and down, lubricated with her saliva.

She looked me in the eyes, a look of pure love and devotion as she moved her hand faster. Her head moved lower still, her tongue moving down from my balls, until I felt her lick my arsehole. Daddy's little girl, rimming me first thing in the morning. What a perfect way to wake up. I moved to give her better access and she responded by moving her tongue and hand faster. Swirling her tongue around, pushing it in and out, just like she knew I needed. Her little moans of enjoyment as she jerked my cock at the same time just beautiful to hear. 

"That's my icky baby," I groaned softly, "that's my nasty little girl. Do the things daddy loves, goose. Fuck. Keep going. Just like that." I could feel myself getting closer and closer, picturing where I was going to dump my cum that morning. Her hand moved even faster as she felt me start to tighten and get ready. 

"Where's my daddy going to cum?" she asked as she moved her face away slightly. "Do you want to cum in my mouth, daddy? Or on my little face? Or I can stop," her hand slowed, "and you can cum anywhere you want to," she grinned slyly. "Anywhere... You... Want... Daadddeee" 

I grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth back onto my cock. Bouncing her tiny head up and down as I forced my cock inside her mouth. So close now. So ready to fill her beautiful mouth with my cum. She moved her tongue around again and again, knowing what I liked her to do. And then she moaned, sending little vibrations along my cock and tipping me over the edge. 

My left hand in her hair, wedding ring glinting as the light hit it, my beautiful girl with my cock in her mouth, ready for my cum, wondering if it would dribble out of her mouth again. That was all it took. Shot after shot hitting the back of her throat as I erupted in her mouth. Watching her swallowing faster and faster, knowing that she'd been practising so she didn't spill a drop. Her little mouth suckling hungrily to get every drop as her morning drink. "Good girl," I told her as she swirled her tongue around. She moved her head up, showing me her empty mouth. "Look, daddy! All gone!" Just the tiniest little dribble in the corner of her mouth, which I pushed into her with my thumb. Her tongue swirled and suckled on it, looking at me with dedication and devotion as I lay back and sighed with contentment. 

She wriggled back up my body. "We were learning things in biology, daddy," she murmured, my mind jumping to how we were going to talk about breeding, "and some animals use their cum to claim territory and things. Is that why you do that to me, daddy?" I chuckled at the suggestion and her logic. "Yes, Goose. Daddy's claimed you now. You're mine, aren't you?"

A little tear formed in the corner of her eyes as she gave me the biggest grin I'd ever seen. "Yes, Daddy. I'm yours. Always."