After School Treat

 

Jill was sitting on the edge of her seat holding her books in her hands when the bell rang. She ran to the door before anyone else got there and was running down the hall to her locker. She hoped that she didn’t get in trouble for running in the halls, but she only barely cared. All she could think about was her Daddy waiting for her at home. It was Friday and every Friday night her Daddy took her to get ice cream if she had been good the past week. She had tried really hard to be good this week so she was hopeful that he would take her. This time she was going to get the bubblegum ice cream, if her Daddy said it was OK.

Jill threw her books into her locker and slammed the door. She almost slammed it on one of her fingers and it made her stop and think for a second, because she knew that daddy would not be happy if she hurt herself from just acting foolish. She decided she should slow down just a tiny bit… but when she got to the outside door she started to run. Her friends yelled at her to wait for them, but she yelled back that she was in a hurry and that she’d see them on Monday. Her friends looked kind of puzzled, as always, since they did their best to stay away from home and Jill seemed to do the exact opposite.

Jill ran all the way home, only briefly thinking about her new shoes Daddy had bought her and how she better not scuff them up. It didn’t make her slow down however; she just kept running. She got to the porch, slung open the screen door, burst into the house and yelled “Daddy, I’m home!”. Her Daddy walked around the corner with a smile on his face and his arms out wide just like he always greeted her when she came home from school. “Oh Daddy, I missed you so much” Jill said as she ran into his arms. “I know you did Honey, and you know I always count the minutes until you come home to me each day” he said. Her daddy told her to go put her things away and come sit on his lap. Jill liked this part of the day because her Daddy let her go on and on about all the silly things that happened at school and he never rushed her, and he always laughed and thought all her stories were amusing. When she had exhausted herself her Daddy always sent her up to take a bath. She rarely came home as clean as she went to school and her Daddy liked her to be squeaky clean

Her Daddy usually used this time to put his work away and then he would bring her a snack up to the bathroom and sit on the edge of the tub and watch her in the bath. Sometimes Jill would hold her breath and hide under the water when she heard her Daddy coming up the steps. He always played along and said “Where is my Jill? I don’t see her anywhere!”. Just then Jill would pop her head out of the water and they’d both laugh as if it were the first time she’d ever tricked him.

Sometimes her Daddy brought her cheese and bread and sometimes he brought her cookies and milk, but it was always especially good and fun to eat her snack in the bathtub. When she was done with her snack her Daddy would usually wash her hair for her and put his favorite scented shampoo in her hair; that way he knew he could smell her hair whenever he liked, when he asked her to come sit on his lap.

Most girls complained about getting out of the bath but Jill never complained because she knew what was coming next.

Jill stood up in the tub and her Daddy wrapped her favorite purple towel around her and she stepped out and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Her Daddy gave her a smack on the ass as she walked by him toward the bedroom. Jill looked back at him and giggled before she took off running and jumped on the bed. She laid there with a smile on her face as her Daddy walked into the room and closed the door. He kicked off his shoes and Jill’s grin got even bigger. She loved to watch her Daddy get undressed. She loved his body & she loved to look at it just as much as she loved to feel it on top of her.

Her Daddy motioned to her and said “Come here little one”. Jill just laid there and giggled. Her daddy cocked his head a bit and looked at her a little more serious and said “Don’t make me come get you”. Jill knew better than to push her Daddy. She knew she could joke and play with him, but when her Daddy told her to do something she had better do it, and without complaint.

Her Daddy was pointing at the floor in front of him and Jill knew what that meant. Jill slithered off of the bed and crawled over to her Daddy’s feet, leaving her towel on the bed.

When Jill got over to her Daddy she got up on her knees and looked up at her Daddy, and opened her mouth wide, the way he had taught her. She smiled with her eyes at her Daddy while he put his hard cock into her mouth. This is one of the reasons she ran home from school every day. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world. No one loved her more than her Daddy.

Her Daddy always fucked her throat just like she liked it. She wasn’t sure if he did it because he knew it was her favorite or if he did it because it was his favorite too. Maybe they had been together so long that their favorites matched each others. Jill loved how her Daddy held her head sometimes so she couldn’t breathe and let go of her head right before she thought she might start to really panic about never breathing again. Her Daddy liked that big gasp of air she took when he let her head up and he liked the drool that ran from her little mouth. Sometimes she wished her Daddy would never cum. She could kneel at her Daddy’s feet all night, gagging on his cock. Her Daddy knew best though and he didn’t want her so tired that she couldn’t recover with a cuddle and some dinner. Her Daddy usually had big plans for the weekend and he didn’t want his little girl all worn out already.

If Jill had been good all week her Daddy would spend some time after dinner making her cum too, and so needless to say Jill always did her best to listen to her Daddy and her teachers at school.

After Jill swallowed her Daddy’s cum she sat back and looked up at her Daddy with a grin on her face and said “thank you Daddy” as she always did. Her Daddy replied “you’re welcome little one” as he always did and patted her on the head as he walked over to the rocking chair. He patted his lap and Jill crawled over and into his lap. She liked it when her Daddy rocked her and this was really the only time that Jill was truly quiet and had nothing to say. She just melted into her Daddy’s lap, with his arms around her, as he pet her hair. This was another of Jills favorite times with her Daddy….but then again there were so many…….. Jill felt so content that she forgot to ask her Daddy if they would be going to get ice cream tonight……but who needed ice cream when she had her Daddy?

The “Date”

My Master called me into his room last night and asked me to sit on the floor by his feet. He did this all the time so I didn’t think anything of it. As I sat down I noticed that he had an unusually serious look on his face. I couldn’t wait to hear what he had to tell me; I just hoped it wasn’t that I was in trouble for something.

He told me about how he had been talking to a young girl online for the last few months and how she had indicated that she was ready to meet him. He had told her all about his lifestyle and she, somewhat naively, seemed interested. I’m guessing that she had a romanticized idea of our lifestyle in her head since all she knew was what she had heard from him online. Seeing it for yourself is usually quite different.

Master told me how she would be coming to our house on Saturday, which was in two days. He proceeded to tell me what his expectations were for me on that day. He had told her that he had a slave who lived with him and that she would meet me when she came to the house. She also knew that they would be having sex and that there would be some impact play. I’m thinking that that’s all she knew about what was going to happen.

Master proceeded to tell me that it would be my job to prepare her for him. He told me that she would be arriving at 3 pm and that I had until 6 pm to get her ready for him. He told me that he wanted her dressed like an innocent little girl and he expected me to school her on how to behave when she was in his presence. This all sounded very exciting to me, but it also made me nervous to have this kind of responsibility.

The next 2 days I planned out how I would dress and school her and how I hoped that Master would at least allow me to watch the scene with her, even if I wasn’t allowed to participate. He had given me a rough idea of what she looked like and what size clothes she might wear. I intended to do my best to make my Master proud.

When 3 pm on Saturday came around I heard a knock on the door. I was relieved that she was not late – there’s no need to start off our day on the wrong foot. She was more innocent looking than I had imagined; more beautiful too. She looked quite young – couldn’t have been more than 18, but was dressed very classy and somewhat professional, like she had just come from a desk job downtown. A cute suit – something Jackie O. would have worn, classic black pumps and a trendy styled trench coat over it all.

I invited her in. She was very friendly and polite, although quite shy. I led her into the kitchen where I had set out some finger sandwiches and some herbal iced tea for us. We sat down at the table and made small talk. I proceeded to ask her about herself – where she was raised, what her parents were like, her childhood, her friends, etc. I even asked about her love life and how many boyfriends she had had, etc. I knew she was young when she started listing her boyfriends starting with who she had dated in the 9th grade.

I finally brought up my Master and asked her if she had any expectations for what they would be doing together today. She giggled a little and said that she thought they might have dinner and maybe some other things. I think she was referring to sex, but didn’t want to say it out loud, and especially not to me. I asked her if she thought they would have sex tonight. She blushed a rosy shade of red and hid part of her face with one of her hands. She said “yes” in a quiet, whispering kind of voice. I smiled back at her and in a kind voice told her that she would need to be open with Master about these things. I told her that it was ok to be shy as long as she still opened herself up to him and answered his questions and did as he asked. She didn’t reply but she smiled and nodded her head.

I informed her that Master had instructed me to make sure she was dressed and ready for their “date”. She spoke up and told me that she was already ready for their date and that she had even bought the suit she was wearing especially for tonight. I complimented her on her suit, but then told her that she needed to be dressed to his specifications so maybe she could show him her new suit a different time.

I asked her if she was ready and she said yes in a quiet voice. I smiled at her as I took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom in the back of the house. We didn’t say a word to each other as we walked to the bedroom. She had little petite hands and I really liked holding them. When we got there I closed the door behind us. I instructed her to sit down on the bed. I kneeled in front of her and gently took off her shoes. Next I started unbuttoning her suit. She was immediately embarrassed and turned her head to the side as I took her arms out of the sleeves of her suit. My eyes kept coming back to her face, but she wasn’t making eye contact with me anymore. When she looked down I could see how long and dark her eyelashes were. She was one of those girls who were naturally beautiful; meaning she woke up looking like the rest of us only hoped to look after 2 hours of makeup and a curling iron. She didn’t have to try that hard. The most attractive quality she had, however, was how she didn’t seem to know how beautiful she was.

I continued to undress her while she sat on the edge of the bed. I continued to kneel in front of her hoping that that would help put her at ease; that I was on her level(or below) and that she didn’t need to feel intimidated by me. I wanted her to be relaxed and happy when he saw her. I wanted above all else to please my Master and help him have a wonderful evening with her.

I told her to “wait here” and I went to run her bath. I used Master’s favorite scent for the bubble bath. When it was half full I went back in the bedroom and took her hand and led her to the bathroom. I helped steady her as she got into the bathtub. Once again I kneeled down next to her. I reached for my favorite sponge and proceeded to put it under the water and then squeeze it out over her back and shoulders. I gave her shoulders a gentle push and told her to lay back and relax. I was now squeezing the water out of the sponge and onto her breasts. She had small breasts, with pert nipples – they got harder as the water trickled over them. I could tell that she was starting to care less and less about being naked in front of me and more about relaxing and giving in to what was happening to her. She closed her eyes and sometimes when I squeezed the water over her I could hear her breathing pick up and get a little louder. Sometimes her lips would part just a little bit as she inhaled and exhaled loudly. I was getting more and more aroused watching her chest rise and fall with the water running down between her breasts and over her nipples. I had to remember that she was for Master and that she wasn’t there for my own pleasure. I was going to be sure to thank my Master for giving me this job however. She was so beautiful and this job sure beats watching CSI reruns like we sometimes did on Saturdays.

I finally put the sponge away and reached for the pitcher of water that I had had ready and sitting next to the tub. I gently pushed her head back and told her to relax. I rubbed some lavender shampoo between the palms of my hands and then began to gently massage it into her hair and scalp. I heard her exhale slowly and I knew that if I could keep her feeling like this until she saw Master then he would surely be happy with me. My goal was to keep her relaxed, make her look and smell pretty, and then give her to him so he could do with her as he pleased.

After her hair was rinsed I squeezed the water out of her hair and pet her hair gently as I looked into her eyes. She looked back at me with such innocence. She was so lovely. If she only knew what was in store for her. I didn’t even know what was in store for her, but I knew that it was probably things that she knew nothing about and may not even be able to think up if she tried.

I reached for the towel and held her hand while she stood up in the tub. I wrapped her in the towel and helped her step out onto the rug. She looked so beautiful. I wondered what she’ll look like when Master is finished with her; not quite as fresh and innocent I assume.

I had her sit down on the stool and I gently towel dried her hair. I patted her skin from head to toe with the towel, and every once in a while I would look up at her and smile. She had started making eye contact with me a little more and would give me a small smile when I looked at her. I was glad she was becoming more comfortable with me.

I went and picked out Master’s favorite scented lotion and rubbed it between my hands. I proceeded to massage it into her milky white skin little by little. I stopped at her nipples. I didn’t want my Master to have lotion in his mouth when he licked her nipples. I wanted so badly to touch her nipples that were now standing at attention. Instead I leaned over and licked them. She was not expecting it and she gave a little gasp. Hearing that just encouraged me to keep going. I swirled my tongue around her nipples and even nibbled on them a bit. When she felt my teeth on her nipples she gave a little squeal. I wanted to eat her up, but I knew I better leave her for Master. I didn’t want her to be used before he saw her.

When I was able to pull myself away from her nipples I finished putting lotion on every inch of her – between her toes, on the bottoms of her feet, on her gorgeous ass, her elbows, and that lovely space between her shoulder and her neck that I so much wanted to kiss.

All I could think about was if her pussy was wet or not and I just couldn’t help but check. As my hands rubbed the lotion into her thighs I slid my right hand up between her legs and slid my middle finger between her lips. Damn she was wet; soaking wet. She started to close her legs just a little bit and I pushed them back open and moved my body closer to her to keep them open. I didn’t want to put my finger inside of her because I didn’t want to risk her pussy loosening up before Master had a chance to feel how tight she was. I gently rubbed her lips with my finger and paid a little bit of attention to her clit. I looked up at her and she had her eyes closed with her head hanging back. She was so lovely in every way. I made myself leave her pussy and go back to rubbing in the lotion, but not before I licked my fingers and tasted her. She had opened her eyes just soon enough to watch me lick her juices off of my fingers. She gave me a little grin which let me know she liked it.

When I was finished with the lotion I went to the closet and got out the short white cotton nightgown that I had picked out for her.  The straps were white ribbons that I tied in bows on the top of her shoulders. The nightgown was just long enough to cover her ass, provided she didn’t bend over. I went and got the panties I had picked out for her and slowly pulled them up around her tight little ass. They were pink ruffled panties that were tight on her ass and pussy. Her smooth shaven pussy lips were visible through the front of the panties and I ran my fingers over them just to feel how much her lips protruded through the panties. I could feel the wetness starting to come through her panties.

I reached for my big hair brush and briefly thought about how pretty her ass cheeks would look if reddened by a quick spanking. Of course I didn’t dare, but it was fun to think about anyway. I pulled the brush through her long dark hair and then pulled it into a pony tail and wrapped a white ribbon around it and tied it in a bow. I applied a little light pink blush to the apples of her cheeks and a thin line of eyeliner to her top lid. I added some mascara to her lashes even though she didn’t need it, just in case Master wanted to see mascara stained tears running down her face. I didn’t want to make her up too much so that Master really noticed any make-up. I put a light pink color on her lips just enough to make them pop out a little more. It wasn’t hard to do since her lips were nice and full. I was imagining what they would look like wrapped around his cock and what she would look like on her knees in front of him. What a beautiful sight that would be.

I looked at the clock and it was approaching 6 pm. I wanted her to be completely ready when he was ready for her and it was my responsibility to make sure that she was ready on time. I looked her over from head to toe. I checked her fingernails to make sure they were clean – I checked every inch of her.

I asked her if she was ready and she said yes in her soft little voice. I kissed her on the cheek and told her how beautiful she was and how much Master was going to love her. I reminded her that everything would be fine as long as she did everything he asked of her without questioning him. She nodded and gave me a nervous smile. I told her to take a deep breath and exhale slowly and she did as I told her. I reached down and took her hand and gave it a little squeeze before pulling her toward the door. It turned precisely 6 o’clock as I opened the door and led her into Masters room. Master was standing there waiting with a smile on his face. He walked toward us and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. He took her hand out of mine and gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered “you’re a good girl” in my ear. I felt so proud to be his slave at that moment. Not only was my Master proud of me but I had the honor of spending a wonderful 3 hours with a beautiful girl.

As I walked back to the kitchen to clean up our dishes from earlier all I could think about was how long it would take me to clean up the kitchen before I could go to my room and masturbate. I already knew what image I would be thinking about as I fucked myself – I couldn’t stop thinking about those big brown eyes of hers, with those long lashes, and what they would look like looking up at Master with his cock in her mouth.

Then something small and hard entered her anus….