Page 41 of Daddy's Pretty Baby

EPILOGUE

Robert

Shit, she was so beautiful.

“Daddy,” she giggled. “How do I look?”

I grunted because I literally couldn’t speak. But no, Melly wasn’t dressed in a little girl outfit, no plaid jumpers, no frilly dresses with bobby socks and a bow in her hair. Instead, the brunette was wearing a cocktail dress with a bunch of boob showing, complete with four inch stilettos.

And I couldn’t lie, she was so gorgeous, so absolutely delectable.

“You look amazing,” I breathed, cock popping up stiffly in my tux. “Shit you look beautiful.”

Melly tittered as she twirled for me in the front hall, showing off her curves, doing a three-sixty so I could get a complete view.

“You think?” she teased, fluffing out her hair. No pigtails for tonight, although maybe later, she’d put them up just for me, to stoke the fires of her Daddy.

“Absolutely,” I nodded furiously, “absolutely baby girl, you look amazing.”

And Melly winked at me then.

“Well, maybe you’ll like this then,” she cooed, and as I watched, mesmerized, she began pulling up the hem of that skirt. Oh shit, oh shit, those thighs were so thick, so delectable, like huge, juicy ham hocks, and as she pulled the material upwards, I literally stopped breathing as her cunt came into view. Because instead of a sexy lingerie, she’d put on a pair of plain white panties, cotton, virginal and pure except for the fact that they were soaked through at the crotch.

“I thought you’d like it Daddy,” she said, wiggling her hips a bit. “I thought I’d be fun while we were at dinner if you knew I was wearing these. And guess what else?” she said, rotating so that her back side was to me. “Look what else I have?”

And with slow fingers, she pulled the white cotton to the side so that her anus was exposed. Well, not exactly her anus but a little butt plug, one that was tiny, the pink knob jutting out from her asshole, stretching that brown pucker, getting her ready for me.

“Baby, is that for tonight?” I rasped, one eyebrow quirked. “Do you want Daddy to assfuck you tonight?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she smiled coyly once again. “But Mr. Lancaster, I hope you’re not going to wait until we’re home to diddle me. I want you to pop that buttplug out while we’re at the White House, and do me there. What better place?” she asked coyly. “What better place than the White House?”

Because yeah, we’re married now and I’m taking Melly with me to a State Dinner. The ambassador from Kazakhstan is in town, and I’ve been invited to a private meal to discuss oil and gas issues, something about putting a pipeline down to tap their natural resources. It’s bound to be boring, but now that Melly had offered her bottom to me illicitly, suddenly the dinner took on new dimensions.

“You sure?” I growled, palming my cock in one hand, the crotch of my tuxedo pants strained like a tent. “You sure?”

And with another flick of her wrist, Melly flashed that butthole at me once more, the little plug winking and teasing.

“Absolutely,” she whispered. “I want you to own my bottom when you’re talking to the ambassador, I want your dick leaking cum and spurting into me as the President leans forward to listen.”

And I chuckled deep then, reaching for that curvy body, slipping my fingers over the plug, testing its size, how deep it was in her anal canal. Oh yeah, this would work great, and I tweaked it a bit, making her squirm, to cry out in ecstasy, a squeal of “Oh Mr. Lancaster!”

Because this is my life now. The twenty year-old whom I originally hired to be my little is now my new wife. She’s young, she’s horny, she’s a little girl sometimes, and a woman others. Melissa is everything I’ve ever wanted, and our life is cornucopia of variety, every day our play more intense, more wild, with new tweaks, new surprises, new everything.

And today, Melly had surprised me with the buttplug sure, but the biggest surprise was coming. Because as I screwed that plug in a little deeper, I asked the question I knew she’d been waiting to hear.

“And is the baby gonna be okay if I assfuck you hard?” I ground out, dark streaks slashing across my cheeks. “Is he or she going to be traumatized in any way?”

The brunette just laughed then, the giggles rising into a high pitched whine as I screwed the toy in deeper.

“Oh yes, he or she will be fine,” she cooed. “All they’ll know is that their Daddy loves their Mommy,” she said with another sweet smile.

And I grunted then, satisfied, content, and looking forward to the future with anticipation and pride. Because yeah, Melly’s pregnant. My little girl is going to have a baby, swelling up with my seed, my child in that poochy tummy, the woman fertile and round. And you know what? It’s completely right. The brunette started as Daddy’s pretty baby, and now I’m gonna be a Daddy for real – not just to Melly, but to our child too.

THE END