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I confided in Daddy that I hadn’t been sleeping well lately. I even wake up tired! He told me that wasn’t good and that it was important for a busy girl like me to be well-rested. Just before dinner, he called me into his room and handed me a little white pill. “Don’t let Mommy know I gave you one of my sleeping pills, but take this with dinner, and tonight, you will sleep like a princess.”
With a nod of thanks, I hurried to the dinner table, popping the tablet in my mouth and sipping my milk. Daddy sat down a few minutes later and gave me a secret wink. I’m such a lucky Daddy’s girl to have a Daddy who cares so much about me and fixes all my problems.
Daddy’s Girl
Boy, I tell you, it didn’t take long for his sleeping pill to start pulling at my eyelids. I thought I was going to fall asleep right there at the table. Mommy asked why I was so tired, and Daddy told her I hadn’t been sleeping well, so if I was exhausted, they should excuse me from the table so I could rest. She agreed, and I kissed them both on the cheek and went upstairs to get into my pajamas.
I flopped face first on my bed without even tucking in under the covers and was out like a light. Sometime later, maybe it was hours or days, I couldn’t tell because I couldn’t lift a finger! Not my arms or my legs; even my eyelids refused to rise!
I felt the mattress dip and wanted so badly to look over and see who was with me, but I couldn’t. A big hand rested on my thigh, and I instantly knew it was Daddy. His hand moved between my thighs, and his fingers rubbed the fabric of my tiny pj shorts right between my thighs! My body ignited, and my pussy dampened, but I wanted to pull away. Why was he doing that? He’d never touched me like that, and it felt wrong! But good, but I wanted him to stop. Then he leaned down and kissed my temple. “Sorry, Kaykay.” He whispered, and his fingers tucked under my shorts to pet my wet slit. “Daddy couldn’t pass up this opportunity.” He pulled my shorts down past my ass cheeks, and I heard his zipper come down. Everything inside of me screamed to wake up, wake up! But I couldn’t.
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