Little Packages Ch. 12

At least sucking on his cock had the additional benefit of Daddy leaving my tail alone and sliding his fingers down to contact my pussy. I was soaked before I changed into lingerie, but feeling his fingers brush against my clit shot fireworks through my brain. Not enough to make me cum, but suddenly my brain turned to sludge. Daddy's cock was suddenly the only important thing in the world.

We went like that for, I dunno....minutes? Hours. Me sucking and licking. Daddy sliding his fingers around my clit. But neither one of us let the other get too close to cumming. The problem is that Daddy has much better willpower than I do. Eventually, the teasing of my clit became too much, and I popped my mouth off Daddy's cock.

"Meow?" I managed to say, barely keeping in character. I wanted to say, "fuck me hard and breed me." I'm not sure that 'meow' adequately conveyed that, but I could hope.

"Do you need something, Kitten?" he asked, running his free hand through my hair. I briefly had the urge to bat his face with my hand. Instead, I slid off his lap and got on the rug in front of the fire. I put my face down and lifted my hips. Then I gave them a little wiggle. Just in case there was any doubt about what I was after.

He stood up from his chair, kicked off his pyjamas, and took off his shirt. I looked at him with glazed eyes. I needed him, and I needed to be fucked. It was like coming off that birth control shot jump-started my horniness.

Daddy threw a pillow down for his knee, got behind me and pulled the thong aside and moved my tail onto my back. I fully expected him to tease me a little more. Instead, he gave me what I needed and slammed his cock into me in one hard thrust.

"Oh fuck!" I screamed, arching my back and cumming immediately. God, that had never happened before. When I could focus a little more, I could hear the bell around my neck ringing out and the chains on my lingerie rustling as they moved back and forth. I could also feel that Daddy hadn't slowed down. He was still slamming his cock into my pussy. No gentle fuck today, I managed to think briefly. Then I began pushing my hips back towards him, his cock managing to find that extra little bit more depth when he buried into me.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it, Kitten?" he growled as he kept pounding me. He shifted his hands from my hips, grabbed my hair and pulled me back. Then he bit my neck... hard.

"Oh fuck me, Daddy! Keep pounding your little kitty," I cried out, feeling my brain short-circuiting again and cumming. I spasmed against his body, which he was holding against him. He stopped fucking me for a moment, letting me cum, while he slid his hands across my body, sliding under my lacy bra and pinching my nipples, causing my orgasm to keep going.

Finally, I caught my breath and could focus again. One of his hands found its way around my throat, and I gasped. He began to slowly move his cock again, and I could focus enough to weakly pulse the muscles in my pussy. It wasn't much, but I could hear the low growling noise in his throat.

"Kitten, I'm going to put you back on your hands and knees, and I'm going to pound you as hard as I can. Do you understand?" he said.

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered.

"And when I cum, I will bury my cock in you as deep as possible to make sure I get you pregnant," he said.

It was a miracle I didn't cum again right then and there. Instead, I dropped back down onto my hands and knees, his cock still hard in me, then I turned and looked at him.

"Breed your Kitten, Daddy," I whispered.

Time blurred again. The only sounds were Daddy panting as he fucked me hard, me crying out, and the sound of our bodies coming together. I dimly wondered where his willpower was coming from. But then I stopped caring. I came again, and this time it didn't stop. The orgasm just kept rolling and rolling. My legs were about to give out when Daddy sank his hands into my ass to keep me up.

"Oh God, Daddy. You've got to breed me! Now! Oh, fucking cum in your Kitten and breed me!" I screamed.

Daddy roared, pushed his fat cock into me so far he lifted me off my knees and came. I could feel it. God, I could practically taste it. I screamed again and things blurred into an orgasmic haze.

I had no idea how long I floated like that. Long enough that Daddy slid his cock out of me, and I was now on my back. He put a pillow on my hips, keeping them elevated so that none of his cum could slide out. Dimly I thought to myself, "Good Daddy." We talked about this when we fully committed to getting pregnant.

"Welcome back, little girl," he said. "Still flying a bit?"

I focused on what he was saying and then made myself nod. He smiled at me, then reached down, moved some hair from my forehead, and placed a gentle kiss there.

"Your Daddy's right here. I've got you. Nothing's going to hurt you. You just enjoy the ride and let me know when you're coming down," he said.

"Love you," I mouthed to him.

"Love you too, Kitten," he said.

****

Not every day was like that, of course. Although when I was ovulating, I was a lot more demanding of his cock. When we came out the other side, he needed a few days to recover. I also realized there were only a few weeks left before I convocated. Two days after that, I departed for Prague.

I started to mope a bit. Or maybe a lot. I did want to go to Prague. I was excited to go to Europe for the first time and working on a movie set would be exciting. But the whole being barefoot and pregnant with my Daddy was very appealing to me right now. I knew it wasn't going to be like it was the last couple of weeks all the time. And honestly, it would probably get boring after a bit.

But wandering around naked, getting fucked constantly and having Daddy tend to all my needs? Oh yeah, it was appealing.

After a few days of this, Daddy declared he'd had enough, and we needed to do something to "get the stink of the house off of us." I was still a pouty brat, but I couldn't argue with him too much. Besides, it was the May long weekend, the weather turned beautiful again, and there were a bunch of spring fairs and events happening in the area.

Daddy put on shorts and a t-shirt. I sighed, hoping he might dress a little nicer, but he didn't take the hint. I'm incapable of going out in public with him without dressing up a bit. I wanted to give him something to look at. And for others to know that he was a lucky man.

I brought out an old favorite, a green sundress with flowers. Since I bought it, I'd made some adjustments to it, so it was shorter and flared more. I may have also adjusted the bust to give me more cleavage. It was sunny, so I brought out a wide-brimmed hat. The last thing I wanted was sunburn before traveling.

It was a lovely morning. We agreed to a compromise on the music, alternating our playlists every hour. We hit some craft fairs, and he bought me some earrings and bracelets, which I didn't need, but he thought they would look pretty on me, which is all it took.

I ended up buying him a nice locally made shirt. It was green, and it looked good on him. He immediately put it on, which was an improvement over the old X-Men t-shirt he was wearing.

Eventually, I indicated that food now would be good so that I didn't consider cannibalism. We headed to one of our favorite places outside Kingston with a lake view. I was smiling and laughing at something Daddy had said. Which meant I wasn't paying attention when a familiar, giant redhead appeared in front of me.

"Hi, Kitten," Michelle said.

I was in shock for a moment. Despite all the time I spent at Daddy's house and that they only lived 20 minutes away, I hadn't seen either her or Ahmed since the comic con when I got engaged. I wasn't avoiding her; it was just one of those things. Also, it had been a busy last couple of years. I honestly hadn't thought much about the two of them, and when I did, it was mostly with sadness.

I loved the two of them. I was sad we weren't friends anymore because of everything they did for me when things were still new between Daddy and me. But they were also the ones who messed things up. Still, they both were waiting to be seated at the same restaurant we were going to.

"Hi Michelle. Ahmed. You're both looking good," I said, which was true. They were always a beautiful couple. They both looked a little older, but it had been two years. Michelle's hair was shorter and Ahmed's looked a little thinner. She also looked a little...sadder.

We both stood a little awkward for a moment. Daddy mostly had calmed down from his anger with the both of them. Ahmed worked to build bridges almost immediately; that's just who he was. No, the real thing was how Michelle and I behaved, right here, right now.

Then I had a thought; what the hell...

"We were just going for some lunch. Want to join us?" I asked.

Ahmed's face looked hopeful, while Michelle looked initially surprised, then she smiled.

"Yeah, we'd like that."

And just like that, we mended things. We sat down and it was a great lunch. Michelle grabbed my hand and made appropriate noises over the ring. Daddy and Ahmed chatted about local politics, which was boring, but whatever. It made them happy. Michelle and Ahmed were still doing cosplay, but hadn't made much progress.

"You were right when you said it would be a hard thing to break into," Ahmed said. "So many people on Etsy want something cheap. Professional cosplayers normally make their own high-end costumes. We still do some, but we're focusing mostly on what pays the bills."

I missed cosplaying. I hadn't done it much in the last year because school and life got in the way. Daddy mentioned going back to New York in the fall, but it would depend on how work was going.

After the meals, Michelle shot me a look. We excused ourselves and headed to the bathroom. Once we were in there and there was no one else around, she hugged me. I'd forgotten what Michelle hugs were like. Aside from the massive height difference, she was stronger than me, so my toes barely touched the ground when we hugged.

Eventually, realizing that I might be struggling to breathe, she dropped me back to the ground. I giggled. I had missed Michelle's hugs.

"Seriously, we're ok? You were pretty angry with me and....I wasn't the best friend to you back then. I've been talking to someone....professionally, to help deal with some of my issues," she said.

"Yeah, I mean, I was immature and overreacting to things. Everything was so new for Daddy and I, so the very hint of anyone trying to interfere with us, well, you get the idea," I said. She nodded.

"Plus...I had a friend I tried to, well, rescue. Brought her out to Montreal from Saskatchewan, and if the friendship wasn't dead before, it certainly seems over now. We've just changed so much that we have nothing in common anymore.

"But until things got, well, stupid?" I asked Michelle, wondering if that was the right word. She nodded again. "Stupid with us; you were great. You were like a big sister that I never had. I miss that. So yeah, maybe we can try again?"

It wasn't an old-school Kitten ramble, but it was close. But I don't think I realized how much I missed Michelle until now. Judging by the look on her face, she missed me too.

"I'm honestly trying hard not to hug you again because I think crushing you to death is a bad way to renew a friendship," she said. I laughed. "But yeah, I like the idea of trying again."

I gave her a hug, which was less likely to result in death. We headed back to the table, and I think both Daddy and Ahmed looked relieved that we were exiting the bathroom laughing and smiling. Bridges mended. After my failure with Kris, it felt terrific. Maybe things would get messed up with Michelle in the future, but I think we'd be smarter and more careful.

We went back to the table and talked more about our wedding, and Michelle expressed her jealousy about it taking place in Venice.

"I still haven't been to Europe. I'd love to go one day, but who knows when we'll get the chance," she said.

That's when I had a brainstorm.

"Daddy, do we have a photographer yet?" I asked. It felt ridiculous that Daddy was doing so much planning for the wedding, but he was working with the planner in Venice and ran everything past me first to make sure I was okay with it. He shook his head. I glanced at Ahmed and Michelle.

"So, are you busy in August? We seem to have an opening for our wedding photographer," I said.

It was an insane offer. We had just renewed our friendship. I hadn't run any of this past Daddy yet to see what he thought. Given their popularity, they had to be booked in August when we needed them. Plus, there was the whole matter of payment.

I expected some polite "well, we're busy that week" and "Kitten, we might need to talk about that first" comments. Instead, Ahmed and Michelle opened their phones and began looking at dates. There was muttering between them. Michelle said she didn't like the bride anyway, and they could pass that one off on someone else.

Daddy shook his head and took another bite of his cheesecake.

"Never stop surprising me, Kitten," he said.

"Can we make this work? I'm sorry I didn't talk to you first about this, but..."

He leaned over and kissed me on the head.

"We'll make it work," he said. "I...probably overreacted back then. So yeah, we'll figure out a way to make it work."

After Ahmed and Michelle finished chatting, they said they would have to juggle a few things, but they could clear some time to shoot our wedding. I was over the moon. Ahmed and Daddy promised to get together and hash out the details.

As we walked out of the restaurant, Michelle took my hand and squeezed. We slowed down as the men kept walking forward.

"Thanks for this," she said. "Really. It means a lot that you trust us with this. And getting to spend some time not in Kingston for the summer is also amazing."

"I'm not sure you should. Daddy warned me that Italy in August makes hell seem cool and refreshing," I said.

"We'll make it work. Maybe a carefully planned beach day or something," she said. Then she glanced to make sure the men weren't in earshot. "By the way, one of the things I've been doing recently is boudoir photos of the bride-to-be. A little gift for the husband. Let me know if you're interested."

I felt my pussy get damp. Despite my exhibitionist streak, I'd always been shy about getting photographed. Daddy wasn't a great photographer. And I was weird about being photographed. When I was cosplaying, sure, I loved it. I was in character and it was fun. Naked or wearing lingerie? I froze up. This was weird given my exhibitionist streak, but I knew girls growing up who sent nudes to guys, and it was a horror show for them. I dodged a few close calls when I was younger, making me very careful.

But for my husband? I could probably take the risk.

"I'll think about it, but yeah, that sounds like it could be fun," I said.

Michelle hugged me and ran off to catch up with her husband. This had been a pretty shitty year so far; maybe things were finally changing for the better.

***

I was still thinking about that a few weeks later as I got ready to go to my convocation. I was still sad leaving my Daddy for the next two months, but I had a month of mind-blowing sex and my period was late, so maybe I was pregnant. I was finally leaving school behind and getting ready to go on an European adventure.

So yeah, maybe the year has turned around. It might also explain why I felt horny as I got ready for the convocation ceremony. We'd come into Montreal and got a hotel room for a couple of nights. The day after convocation, I was on my way to Prague.

But as for tonight....

I looked at my graduation robe and hat hanging on the back of the bathroom door. I posed in front of the mirror again in my little black dress, stockings and 4-inch heels. Combined with my heart lock collar and glasses. I looked good. Professional. Like an adult.

But I knew several male and female classmates were going naked or just in underwear under their robes. It was a warm evening, and it felt like their last opportunity to be immature. I shimmied the dress down my body and had it pool around my heels. I looked in the mirror again. Black lace push-up bra, French-cut panties, garter and stockings. Better.

I reached over and put on my robe. It came down to my knees, and you couldn't see any cleavage up top. It wasn't transparent when I was backlit. The only way you knew I was only wearing lingerie underneath is If I decided to flash someone. I grinned. It was impossible to resist. Although I knew I needed one more thing to complete the outfit.

I picked up the dress off the floor and opened the door. Daddy was sitting in a chair, looking at his phone. He managed to resist looking at his watch. We still had 30 minutes until we had to be there and it was a 10-minute walk—plenty of time.

"Can you put this in my purse?" I asked Daddy. He took the dress and put it in my TARDIS bag that he would hold for me while I walked across the stage.

"Should I ask?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

I grabbed the hem of my robe and slowly lifted it until he could see the top of my garters. Then I turned around, raised it above my hips, and wiggled my ass at him before dropping it again. I could hear him make both a sigh and growl simultaneously.

"It will be torture watching you walk across the stage knowing what you're not wearing under that robe," he said.

"So why torture yourself, Daddy?" I said. I walked over to the hotel room window, lifted the robe, and did a little shimmy with my hips, trying to lure him over. The one last thing my outfit needed? Daddy's cum in my pussy as I walked across the stage.

I heard Daddy stand up and look in the reflection of the glass. He walked over and clicked off the light, making it harder for people outside to see into the room. Of course, we were on the 30th floor, so I wasn't too worried about that. Then I heard his cane start to tap the floor as it got closer to me.

I closed my eyes and the next thing I felt was his hands running along my ass, which made me moan.

"What kind of slut wants to be walking across the stage with her Daddy's cum dripping out of her pussy?" he said.

I could feel my knees buckle with those words.

"Your slut, Daddy. Your bratty little girl needs your cum in her when she struts across the stage. I'll have a big smile feeling it inside me," I said.

"Oh, well, if you're looking for a unique sensation for walking across the stage..."

And suddenly, I realized maybe I misjudged things. But before I could say anything, his left hand pressed against the back of my neck, pinning me to the window, and the right one landed squarely on my right ass cheek, the sound echoing in the quiet of the room.

"Owwww! Daddy!" I whined.

"Let's give you a nice red ass to keep you distracted when sitting on those hard, little metal seats," he said, slapping my other cheek.

"No Daddy!" I whined, trying to squirm out of his grip. He wasn't having any part of it and tightened his grip on my neck, reminding me who was in charge. He then spent the next few minutes smacking my ass. It stung and I knew my ass must be cherry red by now.

Then he moved my legs further apart using his cane and slid his fingers across my pussy. Unsurprisingly I was soaking wet.

"I guess it wasn't that torturous for me to paddle you your ass, little girl," he said, running his fingers across my clit and then sliding two fingers into my pussy. I stopped squirming against his grip and lowered my head.

"Please, Daddy. Please. I need your cock, Daddy. I need you fuck me," I pleaded.

"Oh, it's about what you need, is it?" he asked, and I realized I had made another mistake. So with his fingers inside my pussy, he gave my ass a few more swats. Cock or not, I could feel my orgasm starting to build. I began pushing my ass back against him; even though it made his slaps harder, I could push his fingers further inside me. I could feel it building and building...