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?