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Dominic Williams bit the inside of his bottom lip fiercely in an attempt to stifle the growl that threatened to crawl up his throat as he watched.
If he hadn’t been where he was, that being just off to the side of the stage in the auditorium, leaning casually against the frame of the emergency exit door instead of seated in the copiously filled theatre-like chairs, then he’d have a cigarette or maybe a cigar dangling between his fingers and two fingers of rich scotch on the rocks in a glass that tinkled gently as he swirled the contents.
But he wasn’t anywhere else. He was leaning where he was in a simple long sleeve Henley dutifully buttoned up tight and a pair of worn-in but presentable dark wash jeans that hugged his figure in just the right way. He preferred the athletic taper - more room in the thighs and the seat.
It was also the most inconspicuous at hiding his rather common erections.
The spotlights on the stage were blinding if one looked at them for too long directly, but they backlit the act on stage with a healthy and vibrant glow.
Natalie, Dominic’s 6 year-old daughter, twirled a ribbon on a stick in swirls alongside three or four other young girls. There were volunteers, mothers of some of the girls probably, wrangling a whole line of them just off stage left. They were all eager to show off their “talents” for this portion of the beauty pageant.
Dominic’s ex-girlfriend had gotten Natalie into the whole thing.
Dumb as shit as teenagers the two of them had fucked around in high school and found out why protection was always lauded as necessary. Elizabeth had pro-life type parents and Elizabeth didn’t care to argue. She carried the baby to term and passed off most other motherly duties to her own parents. For a while she was pretty involved, and all adults in Dominic’s and Elizabeth’s lives insisted on his involvement too. He’d been on track to get an engineering degree while Elizabeth took a gap year which soon turned into years. She somewhat raised Natalie, started getting her involved in extracurriculars that she’d liked as a child. First it was dance and rhythmic gymnastics, then beauty pageantry.
And Natalie liked it. She was always excited to put on her dance wear and flowy dresses that sparkled and shone in the spotlights. She was light on her feet and kept up with the dance and gymnastics and such while Elizabeth dove off the deep end into hard drugs out of boredom and Dominic became a full time father alongside a generous engineering job based on his term-project.
To put it lightly, he was more financially independent than even Elizabeth’s family and he quickly obtained full custody.
Many might say that he wasn’t living up to his fullest potential with what he had, but Dominic begged to differ.
He was a man of strong desires even in his early twenties but all his needs were fulfilled. Well and truly.
Trust him.
Natalie was front and center in a pink bubble hem mini skirt with ruffles and frills that moved in waves as she spun and launched onto her dainty flats. Her white top had glitter and gems inlaid throughout the fabric making the already nearly sheer fabric look heavier and slip a little further down her chest than a tank top should sit for someone of her age. Dominic’s mouth was dry as Natalie flung the purple ribbon above her head and kicked her foot up to reach for it.
Kids were flexible. They were still growing and their bones were still soft or whatever. Natalie had practice doing these kicks in dance and gymnastics and whatever and so she could get her leg pretty straight overall but only for a moment or two.
It was this moment Dominic was waiting for.
The mini skirt was designed with dancing in mind. It had a sort of bodice leotard adjacent bodysuit that kept unmentionables covered when performing moves such as Natalie had done. Normally it might be a full body suit rather than just below the skirt but they’d cut and hemmed it to accommodate the silky shift tank top she’d opted for instead.
The main point of the whole thing though was that it was skin-tight against her body and she didn’t have underwear underneath; they acted like underwear in this circumstance.
She wasn’t wearing tights.
For the flash of a moment, Natalie’s legs were spread wide, showing off what was between her legs as the ribbon twirled above her head and she held her balance before dropping down to finish off her routine.
And Dominic saw, for the briefest of flashes, the mouth-watering sight he’d been anticipating.
Where her dance underwear was flashed, taut and plastered against her mound, what should have been solid pastel pink like her skirt there was a noticeable wet spot.
There was music playing; some sort of pop song that was popular with kids, but Dominic couldn’t hear it over the blood rushing in his ears and down down down to his groin where his balls heaved where they hung low and heavy in his boxers, cock quickly engorging as a rush of dizziness overcame him. He momentarily wished the room was silent so he could hear the hopefully wet squelch and audible flapping of the treasure buried beneath when she closed her legs and maybe if the place wasn’t crawling with people he would have groaned and palmed himself.
That mark was evidence only he truly knew the cause of but was now on display for hundreds of parents. (He wondered how many had noticed, had caught the color change, and who assumed it was just natural versus something else.)
His engorged cock thrummed with the memory of it. Dominic subtly adjusted himself as he reminisced unnecessarily on just hours prior.
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They’d been getting ready for this pageant. Natalie was practicing her ribbons in a loose tee and bike shorts and Dominic finished up his work at his computer. It was tedious busywork that he had been putting off for a while but chose to power through now.
Off to the side, Natalie’s juice box sat scrunched with the straw still sticking out of it. With a sigh, she dropped her ribbon and picked up the juice box and slurped it noisily. She was supposed to get ready soon, but first…
“Daddy, we have to do the ritual!”
Dominic’s hands froze on the keyboard.
Unconsciously, he widened his legs and spun his chair around. Already, the little blonde beauty was before him, bracketing him into the chair naturally as she braced herself on his knees and reached for his already plumping cock beneath the fabric he was clad in.
She was an expert at undoing the zipper and buttons of his jeans and within one moment and the next she was reaching into the seam and fiddling with the folded slit of his boxers.
Dominic slouched in his chair, brushing Natalie’s unruly waves back from her forehead fondly, whistling through his teeth in appreciation, her thin pouty lips bit with determination as he admired the blush on her cheeks when he finally felt himself spring free. Natalie giggled. She always seemed abashed at the first glance of his glistening glans. Her knees knocked together in what might’ve been mistaken as needing to use the washroom in another circumstance but was instead obviously a private personal caress of her sex.
Dominic ached and couldn’t contain his deep groan as she rolled his foreskin back and forth up the shaft before opening her dainty mouth and suckling the head into her soft warm cavern.
God, Dominic remembered when she was just a baby and wouldn’t stop crying and he’d only been able to shut her up by taking out his flaccid cock and pushing it between her lips. The way he’d licked her cunt lips and clit so masterfully even at the age of 1 and 2 that her eyes would scrunch up and she’d wiggle her mound against his chin to find more purchase as she gushed and orgasmed and he came in his boxers or her mouth, stifling the animalistic growl that always wanted to accompany it despite Elizabeth passed out on the couch down the hall, possibly with the television on and possibly already too drugged up to care.
Heaven. He’d never give up this slice of heaven.
Natalie suckled until she was slobbering over him, eying him as he fought to keep his eyes on her while also fighting the urge to push her down and choke her on his cock or surging up to do the same, maybe knocking her over and holding her up by the head to walk and fuck her little mouth.
They were idle thoughts he wouldn’t indulge in until he could train her more thoroughly and she was more capable and skillful.
“So good for me baby. You suck my cock so well. God you make such a beautiful sight. I can’t get enough.”
Her responding giggle vibrated up his cock as she took him deep, his cock head bumping the back of her throat, cresting in an attempt to bend and slither down her throat and stay there.
Natalie was a minx no doubt. She had wiggled off her shorts and no underwear was to be found. Dominic only knew she had exposed herself from the minuscule sound of her lips spreading with wetness as she continued to engulf him.
She popped off, a dainty kitten lick to his slit that beaded copious amounts of precum that wetted her lips. It was like a pearl on the tip of her tongue. He hadn’t asked Natalie what she thought of the taste in a long while but regardless she was used to the taste and didn’t complain, even savoring it. It was part of her ritual after all.
A few moments of choking on his cock, a brief cupping of his balls to churn their load, prime it all for release, and then…
“Daddy~” Natalie whined wantonly as she sat her lily white buttocks down on her heels. Dominic swore he could smell her fresh moistness as the position naturally spread her.
She was cupping his bloated nutsack with both hands now, palming his testicles to roll against each other like marbles.
“You’re a fucking treasure. Gonna give it all to you.” It was a promise he would uphold forevermore and Natalie knew it. He reminded her constantly.
Dominic straightened in his chair and that was the only signal she needed to pop up like a shot from the floor, her hands removing her top, her last remnant of clothing. Her flat chest was exposed, tiny nipples daintily perked up. Dominic relished in their flatness now but he knew he’d adore them when they inevitably swelled with puberty before they filled heavily with milk when she would get pregnant. Because she would get pregnant. As soon as she was able he was going to plant his seed so deep within her she would be stuffed full and their incestuous union would become complete.
His cock bounced as it surged with desire. Dominic helped her crawl into his lap as he stepped out of the shackles of his own clothing. She naturally spread her legs over his as he scooted forward in the chair until he was braced to stand but he refrained.
Dominic fitted his hands under Natalie’s armpits and lifted her up easily. Her already wide-opened legs splayed further, a healthy child’s natural strength to hold their own limbs up easily a wonder as she spread like a starfish.
She was astoundingly wet, she always was. He’d trained her body to respond to everything of his with arousal. His scent, his touch, his voice. And so, her quivering cunt was glistening.
His cock head slotted at her entrance as he lowered her. She was a sleeve in that moment, and he breached her, moving her down with aching slowness as her exceptionally tight channel walls parted for him. Dominic groaned, slotting her down down down until their pelvises were mashed together. He was buried so deeply, boring directly to her core. His cock was kissing her cervix, wedged there and unwilling to move away.
Natalie wrapped her feet around his waist, her feet digging into the meat above his ass even as he sat, relishing in the burning heat. Her whimpering was music to his fucking ears.
Within moments, her squeezing tightness was sucking him in and he couldn’t help but to surge forward and up, gyrating his hips and grinding himself into her. Dominic stood with the motion, feeling her cum pocket clench out of surprise and her legs lock more tightly around his waist. With some slight manipulation, Dominic had Natalie in the perfect hold to rock her like a baby forward and piston into her as he began to walk.
He walked and fucked, fucked and walked, a searing blaze of molten lust settling into his stomach and dropping his balls just for them to surge up as they nestled in her crack on an upswing as he reached the stairs.
“Daddy. Haaah. Haaah.” Natalie breathed it like a prayer.
Good Lord, Dominic thought. He wasn’t a religious man, but he would die at the alter of his 6 year old daughter’s skinny little hips.
He planted her against him as he rushed up the stairs, the staccato speed he ran up with making her shake.
He could have taken her to his bed, but it was their ritual to christen Natalie’s instead.
Perhaps “christen” wasn’t the correct word. Perhaps “defile” was more apt.
Her bed was a tiny twin sized bed with a little mermaid themed quilt and sheets. There was a glittering canopy above her bed that hung from the ceiling and draped sheer pink glittering curtains over the whole thing.
It was a tight fit, but it was the feeling of being that much bigger than her and dominating her so thoroughly that really got him going so Dominic turned into the room. She was nuzzling his chest, wiggling to get some sort of friction on her poor neglected clit. He’d only reward her by touching her button after he’d come first.
Without dislodging his encompassed cock, Dominic knelt and settled Natalie on her bed where her covers were carefully tucked in. Dominic climbed into the bed, pushing her upwards with a surge of his cock.
Natalie lay limp, breathing heavy as Dominic adjusted himself. When his pelvis and hers kissed as he laid above her, the top of her head barely reached his own nipples.
He laid on his stomach and chest, levering his weight as he went slightly up on his knees, caressing her head and absolutely pummeling her pussy with his rolling hips.
The mattress was soft, probably too soft and not quite sturdy enough for someone of his weight, but he didn’t care. He used Natalie. Ignored her pathetic scrabbling for purchase on his back, her somewhat mixed noises of pain and pleasure as he took her like she was nothing but a toy for his pleasure.
She was entirely limp and submissive and with an almighty surge where he tried to breach her bruised cervix despite its anatomical impossibility, and finally his mounting heat and pressure exploded, drawing his balls up, his fat cock kicking as it loaded, and jumped monstrously as he ejected his load into her. He ground her down on him, growling as he tirelessly emptied his seed into her in torrential spurts that felt like a tidal wave, spurred on by the idea of impregnating her despite her body being too immature.
“Daddy~.” Natalie whined as he unloaded shot after shot into her tiny channel, the plugging of her cunt with his cock sealing the cum in her and coating every crevice.
“Mmmmm, goddamn you feel so good. Taking Daddy’s cum like a good girl. Do you feel full of Daddy’s love?”
Dominic couldn’t help but ask.
“So full Daddy.” Natalie responded. He felt as if he’d damn near filled her up to bursting with how much cum he’d let out. As a reward, Dominic sat up, still stuck inside her, just beginning to soften but not fully, plugging her up, he licked his thumb and used it to press on her clit, rubbing in deliberate circles at just the right angle and pressure that within 30 seconds Natalie was shaking with orgasm and panting like a dog.
Her rippling walls coaxed Dominic back to full hardness and he settled in for another round of hard pounding into his daughter.
Another creampie later and he carefully withdrew and stood, finding her pageant outfit draped over a small baby blue plastic chair at a tea party set up and he pulled her under-skirt leotard bottom up her legs to settle on her mound, sealing his seed in her plundered slit.
He knew how tiny she was. She’d only start oozing when she had been walking for a while and when she started spreading her legs in her stretches. Her go go juice as she liked to call it safely ensconced in her pussy, Natalie was loose limbed and calm as she readied herself for the pageant with doll-like makeup and excessive hairspray.
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Dominic watched as Natalie’s time finished and she demurely stepped to the side of the stage, flushed and glowing. Others began their talents but none could hold a candle to his daughter, although he might be a little biased. With each girl that came up on stage though, Dominic wondered how many of them and which of them were also secretly their daddy’s baby sluts. There was no way he was the only one taking advantage of a pretty piece available to him. Some smeared lipstick and lopsided panties seemed to give credence to his musing.
Natalie stood at the end of the stage with the others who had already gone, and Dominic clocked the moment her knees knobbed inwards and rubbed together, again looking like she had to pee but he knew, oh he knew, she was mashing her little lips together and feeling the remnants of him leak out of her and pool in her undergarment. He wondered how long it would take for her to always be gaping from what they did. Would he have to start plugging her little pussy just to keep his little swimmers warm?
Her eyes searched the crowd, the spotlights making each audience member look like indistinct shadows, but somehow they caught on his and he smirked. She bit her lip and twisted her hands in front of her. Had she been older she might’ve been trying to accentuate her breasts but instead she just looked cutely coy.
God he wanted to slot himself back inside her and never let her off. His cock agreed with fervor.
The talents continued but Dominic only had eyes for his little girl. They announced the winners from all categories; Natalie won first. The prized baby slut.
When the pageant was over and Natalie had gotten her gold medal on stage and the other contestants got either their place medals or their participation ribbons, backstage everyone went, Dominic immediately coming to find his daughter. Natalie rested her head on Dominic’s shoulder, tuckered out and sucking her thumb like it was the most soothing sucker in the world.
Her skirt just barely covered her bum, and he loitered near parents as kids cried and played, and no one could see the way Dominic was squeezing her ass, slotting two fingers against the wet patch between Natalie’s lips before shuffling the swath of fabric aside and slipping inside of her tiny cunt. He could feel his own spend slip down his knuckles where he’d breached the already leaking seal. Natalie made tiny whining noises behind her thumb that were mistaken as childish whining by those around them as Dominic mingled with frazzled mothers and overstimulated kids. No one noticed the way he bounced Natalie on his fingers, plugging his cum and wiggling his fingers to smear and lave over every single sulcus and groove within her pussy with his spend, a raging hard-on leaking copious amounts of precum into his boxers, a surging urge to take, to breed his beautiful baby.
“Aw, what a sweetie.”
Dominic couldn’t agree more.
The car ride home had Natalie setting ribbons and medals and flowers aside. In her car seat, she spread her legs over the bumps on either side and let her pussy out on display. Dominic lamented the fact he hadn’t gotten a self-driving car so he could spend all his time looking in the mirror at her pretty little passage as she quietly humped the air, still sucking her thumb.
He carried her in, paraphernalia left behind to be retrieved tomorrow after a more suitable and meaningful celebration.
Dominic brought her to the bathroom and removed her makeup. He probably should have let her bathe or shower or something to get the hairspray out of her hair and maybe cleanse her body of the small areas of sweat she’d built up, but he didn’t care and neither did she. She was too tired. Or at least, she pretended to be. She knew what came next.
He pulled out a sippy-cup he had prepared in the mini fridge, sticking it in her mouth and watching as she guzzled it down. It tasted like juice, they’d had plenty of trial and error on finding a concoction she liked the taste of. It was alcoholic though. She said she loved the dizzy feeling and it was her reward for winning: a dizzy night of euphoria and deep warm sleep.
Natalie’s eyes went glazed and Dominic quickly divested her of her remaining clothes. He drew back her covers and laid her on her side. He finally let him free himself from the confines he’d been constrained to, his powerfully muscled body a testament to his discipline.
She was floaty and babbling and giggling and Dominic crawled under the glittering canopy and into her bed behind her. The thin covers were placed over them both and he grabbed the base of his hefty cock and coaxed it back into her receptive cunt, burrowing into the narrowness with a groan that vibrated deep in his chest.
His cock pulsated with animalistic vigor he knew he wouldn’t be suppressing anytime soon. With a careful grasp, he held her hips in his hands and humped his baby girl to sleep.
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Natalie’s head felt fuzzy. Her eyelids were heavy. But she knew she was safe. She could feel daddy inside her, rocking her with his thrusts.
One hand was splayed over her tummy, caressing it like it held something just as precious as her. Maybe one day it would. Daddy sometimes talked about that.
“Fuck sake!” Daddy growled, and Natalie felt his head hit her special spot inside and then the heat she so loved was expanding within her.
She fumbled uncoordinatedly around for her sippy cup and found it wedged between the mattress and the wall. Daddy was kissing her neck and nibbling on her shoulder and she could feel how he softened in her.
She loved his milk. Her go go juice. It was right where it belonged. She drank her drink and felt the rolling dizziness and giggly feelings amplify. Her daddy pinched her button and Natalie whimpered in delight as the warm tingles spread out from her girlhood and reached her pointed toes and curled fingers until she almost felt like she’d peed herself, but she hadn’t.
Sated herself, she fell asleep as daddy began to thicken and lengthen in her again and he lulled her to sleep with his rocking thrusts. She’d wake up so full in the morning.