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Kenzie always had a snide comment about the neighbor down the block, Mr. Roberts. “Ugh he’s so weird, Daddy,” she’d chortle; or “what an ugly, dirty old man.”
Daddy didn’t like that. He didn’t want his little girl to grow up vapid and without compassion. So he tried to tell her it wasn’t Mr. Roberts’ fault, even when Mr. Roberts said less-than-charitable things about the new neighbors across the street, or the sort of music the kids listened to on their bikes. Same with his looks. “Life hasn’t been kind to him, Kenzie. He doesn’t know better.”
Kenzie laughed and flipped her pigtails. “He doesn’t deserve anything kind, Daddy.”
Daddy sighed and sat his little girl in his lap. Abruptly, he pried her young thighs apart, holding her against his torso by her tits as he felt up her hairless cunt under her tiny thong. She moaned. “You like when your Daddy touches your cunt, don’t you?”
“Oooh, yes, Daddy,” she moaned, rocking her ass back against her Daddy’s crotch. “I love your big, handsome hands molesting me. It feels so good.”
“It makes you feel chosen and special, right? When Daddy decides to make you his and make you feel good?”
“Y-yes, Daddy. Please have me. I love being yours.” She was trembling now. He could tell she was getting close.
So he stopped. She turned to look at him, her big, doe eyes startled. “Well,” Daddy said, “how do you think someone would feel if he never really felt chosen or special?”
Her eyes widened as she continued to rock her ass on her Daddy, trying to inspire him back into molesting her like she loved. “I guess... I guess bad. Please touch me more?”
Daddy just picked her up and set her on her feet. “No, sweetie, you have to go do something kind first.” Daddy rubbed her soaked panties, making her gasp. “Go be nice to Mr. Roberts. Go make him happy.”
“B-but he’s so gross, Daddy!” SLAP! Her Daddy’s hand stung her face. She felt tears welling up as she looked at him.
“He’s a person. He deserves nice. Everyone does. Do as I say.”
So she did. Without changing out of her skirt, without changing her pigtails into something more “grown-up,” she went down the block and rang Mr. Roberts’ doorbell. “And what the hell do you want,” he glowered upon opening the door.
“I wanted—I wanted to say”—she was looking down at his front porch, tugging her skirt—“I’m sorry if I was ever mean to you. I wasn’t being nice. And...” She looked up at him now. “Everyone deserves nice. Can I come in?”
Mr. Roberts was at a loss for words. He just stepped aside and let her through. For the first time, she noticed a softness in his eyes. Kenzie took his hand and led him to his couch. As he sat, she got on her knees and started undoing his belt. He didn’t stop her, his eyes just staring at this unbelievably pretty girl going for his long-neglected cock.
“I’m, uh, going to be nice to you,” she said, before taking his hairy cock into her mouth like she did for her Daddy. It was easier to fit than Daddy’s, and it didn’t taste as good, but she loved how he moaned as she started sucking his dick. And she loved sucking cock—and this surely was a cock between her pink, full lips.
“Oh my god, that’s good!” He said. “Haven’t had a good suckjob like this in so long.” She smiled on his dick and throated his length, loving how happy she was making him. As she came up, she looked into his face so he could see her teared-up, little girl cocksucking face. She smacked her lips on his precummy cock as she let it fall from her mouth.
“I’m gonna give you the best suckjob, Mr. Roberts. You deserve it. Just make sure to lemme swallow all your cum, ok? That’s my favorite part.” He groaned at that, and she went right back to slurping away at her not-so-bad neighbor’s dick.
When she got home, her face sticky and her hair a mess, Daddy smiled at her. “Were you nice to Mr. Roberts, baby?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy! And it felt so good. I think my kitty almost came when he did. It made him so happy.”
So Daddy bent her over in the entry way of their house, right up against the wall, tore her panties down her sticky thighs, and shoved his cock deep up her little cunt. She screamed. “Good girl, baby,” he said, pumping her pussy with deep, full strokes, getting ready to flood her cunt with a load even bigger than the one she just swallowed down at her neighbor’s house. “Good girl.”
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Kenzie always had a snide comment about the neighbor down the block, Mr. Roberts. “Ugh he’s so weird, Daddy,” she’d chortle; or “what an ugly, dirty old man.”
Daddy didn’t like that. He didn’t want his little girl to grow up vapid and without compassion. So he tried to tell her it wasn’t Mr. Roberts’ fault, even when Mr. Roberts said less-than-charitable things about the new neighbors across the street, or the sort of music the kids listened to on their bikes. Same with his looks. “Life hasn’t been kind to him, Kenzie. He doesn’t know better.”
Kenzie laughed and flipped her pigtails. “He doesn’t deserve anything kind, Daddy.”
Daddy sighed and sat his little girl in his lap. Abruptly, he pried her young thighs apart, holding her against his torso by her tits as he felt up her hairless cunt under her tiny thong. She moaned. “You like when your Daddy touches your cunt, don’t you?”
“Oooh, yes, Daddy,” she moaned, rocking her ass back against her Daddy’s crotch. “I love your big, handsome hands molesting me. It feels so good.”
“It makes you feel chosen and special, right? When Daddy decides to make you his and make you feel good?”
“Y-yes, Daddy. Please have me. I love being yours.” She was trembling now. He could tell she was getting close.
So he stopped. She turned to look at him, her big, doe eyes startled. “Well,” Daddy said, “how do you think someone would feel if he never really felt chosen or special?”
Her eyes widened as she continued to rock her ass on her Daddy, trying to inspire him back into molesting her like she loved. “I guess... I guess bad. Please touch me more?”
Daddy just picked her up and set her on her feet. “No, sweetie, you have to go do something kind first.” Daddy rubbed her soaked panties, making her gasp. “Go be nice to Mr. Roberts. Go make him happy.”
“B-but he’s so gross, Daddy!” SLAP! Her Daddy’s hand stung her face. She felt tears welling up as she looked at him.
“He’s a person. He deserves nice. Everyone does. Do as I say.”
So she did. Without changing out of her skirt, without changing her pigtails into something more “grown-up,” she went down the block and rang Mr. Roberts’ doorbell. “And what the hell do you want,” he glowered upon opening the door.
“I wanted—I wanted to say”—she was looking down at his front porch, tugging her skirt—“I’m sorry if I was ever mean to you. I wasn’t being nice. And...” She looked up at him now. “Everyone deserves nice. Can I come in?”
Mr. Roberts was at a loss for words. He just stepped aside and let her through. For the first time, she noticed a softness in his eyes. Kenzie took his hand and led him to his couch. As he sat, she got on her knees and started undoing his belt. He didn’t stop her, his eyes just staring at this unbelievably pretty girl going for his long-neglected cock.
“I’m, uh, going to be nice to you,” she said, before taking his hairy cock into her mouth like she did for her Daddy. It was easier to fit than Daddy’s, and it didn’t taste as good, but she loved how he moaned as she started sucking his dick. And she loved sucking cock—and this surely was a cock between her pink, full lips.
“Oh my god, that’s good!” He said. “Haven’t had a good suckjob like this in so long.” She smiled on his dick and throated his length, loving how happy she was making him. As she came up, she looked into his face so he could see her teared-up, little girl cocksucking face. She smacked her lips on his precummy cock as she let it fall from her mouth.
“I’m gonna give you the best suckjob, Mr. Roberts. You deserve it. Just make sure to lemme swallow all your cum, ok? That’s my favorite part.” He groaned at that, and she went right back to slurping away at her not-so-bad neighbor’s dick.
When she got home, her face sticky and her hair a mess, Daddy smiled at her. “Were you nice to Mr. Roberts, baby?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy! And it felt so good. I think my kitty almost came when he did. It made him so happy.”
So Daddy bent her over in the entry way of their house, right up against the wall, tore her panties down her sticky thighs, and shoved his cock deep up her little cunt. She screamed. “Good girl, baby,” he said, pumping her pussy with deep, full strokes, getting ready to flood her cunt with a load even bigger than the one she just swallowed down at her neighbor’s house. “Good girl.”