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He laughs. "We took her to a nursery last month and they called me up to collect her. She had stripped a five-year-old boy's pants off and was trying to stuff his little cock into her pussy. They take a dim view of that kind of thing." | He laughs. "We took her to a nursery last month and they called me up to collect her. She had stripped a five-year-old boy's pants off and was trying to stuff his little cock into her pussy. They take a dim view of that kind of thing." | ||
"I may have a solution," you say, "but I'm not sure you will like it. I think you had better check with your wife before you give me an answer." He looks at you hopefully. "I have some, err, contacts, who would be more than happy to help out," you say. | |||
It takes a moment for him to register what you are saying and he frowns. "Are they trustworthy," he asks. | |||
You assure him that they are respectable citizens and suggest that he calls his wife. "Ill hold her while you make the call," you say with a smile. Moments later, Beth is sitting on your lap and she is guiding your fingers to her juicy little kitty. As usual, you have nothing on under your white coat and it's the work of a moment to open the front and replace your fingers with your cock. Dad, with his phone glued to his ear, looks on approvingly at his daughter, giggling happily, impaled on your cock. | |||
After you fill Beth's vagina with spunk, you take his contact details and tell him that you will pass them on. "After that, it's up to you," you say. "But I could make a house call once a week or so if you want." | |||
Revision as of 16:29, 14 July 2024
Name: | Bethany Baker |
Age: | 3 |
Height: | Three feet |
Weight: | 35 lbs |
Race: | Caucasian |
Eyes: | Blue |
Hair: | Blonde |
The little girl toddles in holding onto her father's hand. He is in his forties with brown hair and eyes behind heavy glasses. He is wearing a cheap suit with shiny elbows and his shoes need polish. He sits down facing you across the desk.
"So, what's this young lady's problem," you say. Bethany is standing next to him with her thumb in her mouth.
"I'm at my wit's end," he says. "She always has to have something in her... her mouth. If you take it out, she just screams until it's put back in."
"Just her mouth," you ask, noting the hesitation when he said "mouth".
He looks embarrassed. "Well - not exactly." As he speaks, she takes her thumb out but doesn't scream, confirming your thought. "I er, gave her something to keep her quiet before we left home." Bethany giggles.
You get him to sit on the armchair and turn your chair to face him. Bethany promptly climbs up, sits astride his lap, and smiles at you. "It might help if you told me how it started," you say and smile at the little girl. She turns away, suddenly shy.
"It started as soon as she came home," he says. "Lots of babies use a dummy, and at first we thought nothing of it. It was when we tried to wean her off it that we realised there was a problem. We tried taking it away while asleep, but she used her thumb instead. The women on Mumsnet offered all kinds of solutions, including putting made her scream all the more."
"We had pretty much given up when her grandmother came up with an idea. She suggested that we put the dummy somewhere else. We were horrified at the idea, but we were worried about the effect of the constant sucking, and in the end, decided to give it a try."
"Somewhere else being her pussy," you say. He goes slightly pink and nods. "So, do you still use a dummy?"
He shakes his head. "We experimented a bit and found that a small but-plug was ideal." At this point, he spreads Bethany's legs apart and hitches her skirt up. All you can see is her white panties until he pulls the crotch to one side to reveal a pink disk with a pink ribbon attached nestled between her legs. "It's only a couple of inches long and stays in place without being obtrusive," he says.
"You seem to have found a solution. So why are you here," you ask. Bethany reaches down and pulls the plug out of her pussy. A bit more than two inches, you think as she pops it into her mouth and begins sucking. As you watch, she grabs her father's hand and guides it down between her legs. He looks up apologetically as he slips a finger in to replace the plug. "Have you tried her with anything else," you ask.
He blushes scarlet. "It's been a big problem for me. Imagine sitting, trying to watch TV, with two fingers buried in a three-year-old pussy. I did try, but one time, I was in my pyjamas, and she found my cock through the opening. She is pretty strong for her age, and before I could react, she had slipped off my lap and started sucking on this new toy."
"What did her mother think about that," you ask.
He shrugs. "She didn't say anything at the time, but later on in bed, she something like - I suppose it was only a matter of time." We, err, made love and she was more enthusiastic than usual. She teased me a bit asking if her BJ was as good as Beth's."
"So she not only didn't object, she was turned on by it," you ask.
He nods. "A couple of days later, Beth was on her hands and knees sucking my cock and my fingers were diddling her from behind, when he mother stood up and came over to us. She just picked Beth up and sat her right down on my cock."
"I see. So your wife helped you to fuck your daughter then," you say.
"It didn't stop there. Now Beth shares our bed, and I am at the end of my tether trying to satisfy them both. You may think that having a sexy young wife and a sexy little girl to share a bed with every night would be some kind of paradise, but I am just exhausted all the time. Can you help me?"
"Does she only want your cock, or will any cock do?"
He laughs. "We took her to a nursery last month and they called me up to collect her. She had stripped a five-year-old boy's pants off and was trying to stuff his little cock into her pussy. They take a dim view of that kind of thing."
"I may have a solution," you say, "but I'm not sure you will like it. I think you had better check with your wife before you give me an answer." He looks at you hopefully. "I have some, err, contacts, who would be more than happy to help out," you say.
It takes a moment for him to register what you are saying and he frowns. "Are they trustworthy," he asks.
You assure him that they are respectable citizens and suggest that he calls his wife. "Ill hold her while you make the call," you say with a smile. Moments later, Beth is sitting on your lap and she is guiding your fingers to her juicy little kitty. As usual, you have nothing on under your white coat and it's the work of a moment to open the front and replace your fingers with your cock. Dad, with his phone glued to his ear, looks on approvingly at his daughter, giggling happily, impaled on your cock.
After you fill Beth's vagina with spunk, you take his contact details and tell him that you will pass them on. "After that, it's up to you," you say. "But I could make a house call once a week or so if you want."