I left work a couple hours early that afternoon, so anxious and excited that I could hardly keep my car between the lines of the freeway and my speed within the limits posted. Child Protective Services had finally called to say they had a child that needed a foster home for a few weeks and I had been selected to care for them. It was a little girl. She was six years old and had been placed in CPS custody just that morning.

It was lust at first sight as they brought me into the room where little Bailey was waiting and introduced the petite little blonde cherub to me, her bright blue eyes looking up wide eyed seeming a little frightened. I smiled and knelt down to give her a tender hug. She quickly warmed up to me and soon was smiling and laughing back as we gathered her things and loaded into my car. My own little girl. I was trembling all over as I drove to my place, looking over every few seconds at the delicious little bundle going home with me. She was going to make me so happy. I couldn't believe my good fortune when I heard that CPS was now allowing single men to foster children. I hadn't met the right woman to settle down and have children of my own yet, so I opted to go the way of foster care to find me my perfect little angel.

Taking Bailey by the hand, I led her through the back door of my two-story house that sat to the rear of 10 acres I purchased a few years ago, the house very secluded and very private. Bailey hadn't made it through the kitchen before I scooped her up into my arms from behind, tossing her playfully into the air before cuddling her close to me. She smelled heavenly. She wore a thin, summer dress, her little soft legs dangling from beneath the skirt. They felt so sexy and sensual. She giggled and squeeled as I sat her down on the bar that separated the kitchen from the dining room. I couldn't take my eyes off her sweet, sexy little face. And her lips. Mmmm. I just knew they had to taste like honey. And Papa Bear was starving for some honey. I pushed her legs apart as she sat there on the bar in front of me and moved in closer, taking her face in both hands and my mouth coming down on hers in a deep, brutal kiss. She tried to pull back, but I keep her lips locked to mine as I thrust my tongue deep inside. I drank her sweet saliva inside my own mouth, licked and bit on her soft, velvelty lips. God, I wanted her. I had to have this little girl. She would be my little lover for the next few weeks, possibly months.

I finally pulled away, still holding her face in front of me, her little lips swollen and already beginning to show bruising. "Bailey baby!" I whispered breathlessly, "Oh you're such a sweet, sexy little cunt, aren't you?" Grinning, I kissed her on the mouth again, just breifly, before reaching up beneath her dress hem and tugging on the soft white cotten panties she wore beneath. With a firm yank, I had them pulled down both legs that hung dangling over the bar, pulling them past her little white ankle socks and black pattened leather shoes.

"Oh babygirl, you're Daddy needs to taste you right now, sweetheart." I began to pull her legs to the edge of the bar while bending over to kiss her again full on the mouth, causing her upper body to fall backward and lay back against the counter. Bending them at the knees, I spread her little, lithe legs wide apart and feasted my eyes on her bald, pink slit that seemed to open slightly just for me. It was pussy perfection! I swooped down and gave her little fuckhole a thorough swipe of my warm, wet tongue.

She tasted like cotton candy between her legs. I pushed my face deeper into her crotch and my tongue began lapping at her like a starved animal. My slurping and sucking noises filled the room as I dined on little Baileys pussy. She tried to put up a resistance, but I held her easily while I ate her out, my cock now pulsating and becoming as hard as a rock.

Bailey began to whimper, somewhere between a cry and a soft moan, and I knew that my mouth on her little cunt was probably beginning to feel good despite her fear of what was happening to her. My tongue delved lower to lick at her tiny pucker behind, lapping all the way up her folds, finding her tiny clit and sucking hard on the delicious morsel.

"Mmmm. Yesss," I smiled up at her, noticing the wet tears running down either side of her face as she looked back at me wide eyed, her bottom lip quivering. "You're going to make your daddy feel so good, darlin'."

Then I lifted her back into my arms and carried her to my bedroom, a room sparsley furnished with a king size bed, one dresser drawer and a nightstand. My fingers stroked at her soft little folds as I carried her, the skin warm and slightly damp from my saliva where I had been licking her. Sitting her on my bed, I pulled her dress off, her long blonde tresses spilling wildly over her shoulders. I left her little socks and shoes on, as that was always a big turn on for me when I was fucking my little girls. And Bailey was about to be fucked!

I removed my clothes quickly and threw myself on top of the child's body, pushing her down onto the covers of the bed and upward so that my body was lined up just right to penetrate my sweet little whore. I pushed each little thigh farther apart until she was spread eagle, her puffy mound just waiting for my cock. I took my rigid length in one hand and guided it to her tiny pussy. She was still sniffling a bit and I looked down at her with a compassionate but lustful smile, and bent my head down to kiss her trembling lips once more. I felt the head of my cock push against her sweet softness, and slowly but firmly, I began to push myself inside of her tight, moist pussy. I pushed my tongue inside her mouth to mimick my cock pushing against her fuckhole.

To Be Continued