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My Favorite Feline (Mf, incest?, cons)
by Thomas Ente
Foreward:
Kitty is a very real and important part of my life. The joy she has brought
me can't be measured in any way. We enjoy our life together and celebrate
it with only a select few. You are welcome to e-mail us at our "YAHOO" address
(listed in the first installment) with your comments. Please note, however,
we are NOT looking for new "friends" to "play" with. From time to time, Kitty
will possibly break in with her own comments. This "story" actually started
several years ago, and I am only providing some of the "highlights" for you.
Depending on feedback, I/we will continue to submit chapters to this site.
- Thomas
Chapter 1:
The Saturday morning sun filtered through the curtains and as usual,
splashed across my face. Try as I might, I couldn't stay asleep with my eyes
being subjected to the light through my closed lids. I shifted slightly,
and smiled. Beneath the sheets, I could feel Kitty's warm skin against mine
as she stirred towards her own consciousness. Her hand was light on my chest
as a leg draped across mine. I could feel her breasts against my side as
her eyes fluttered open. In a sleepy voice she whispered; "Good morning,
Daddy."
A short time later, Kitty was stuffing some clothes into the washer before
breakfast. We had several errands to run that day, and she wanted to get
them hung on the line before we left. In the kitchen, I whistled along with
the "oldies" station on the radio as I made the usual weekend brunch for
us. Later, sitting at the table, I smiled once again at the nymph that had
brought sunshine back into my life. "If you're a good girl," I chuckled,
"we will stop and get you a toy. How does that sound?"
"A toy?" Kitty looked up. "What kind?"
"Any kind you wish," I answered.
A smile crept across Kitty's face. "Goodie! I can think of a few that
might be fun. You go enjoy your morning shower. I'll clear the table then
deal with the laundry."
"Hold it," I smiled. "You dripped some syrup."
Kitty looked down to see that indeed, some pancake syrup had dribbled
onto her left breast. She lifted it slightly, and licked herself, paying
careful attention to the areola that was a soft pink. Looking back up at
me, I could see the playful glint in her eyes. "Next time, it'll be your
turn."
I did my best to act disinterested. "Saucy wench!" How could I not be
enticed? Kitty was a vision of what every man would ever want in a lover.
She was just 5'1", and her breasts were just barely a 32-B. Her tiny frame
was just 115 pounds, and if she took the time to braid her shoulder length
brown hair, she looked like about the same age as when she first entered
my life. Her face was that of a classic "dark Irish beauty", with a splash
of freckles across her button nose that wrinkled so delightfully when she
laughed. That same laughter would dimple her cheeks and crinkle her hazel
eyes. As she turned, she wriggled her delicious rump at me.
As the hot water washed over me, I couldn't help but once again think
about how lucky I was to have Kitty in my life.
* * * * *
Nearly eight years ago, my wife and I had decided that it didn't look
like we would ever have children of our own. We decided to look into fostering
one since there was such a need for foster parents. We went through three
months of training, and at the end of the classes, we were asked if we would
mind working with a girl on the verge of fifteen who had been taken from
her home because the parents were involved with drugs and other illegal activities.
We were ready for the challenge.
Kitty came to us, a frightened child who was certain that she would soon
be once again be ripped out of yet another home and be shuttled from place
to place as the foster parents would either sexually abuse her, or treat
her as an indentured servant. We welcomed her onto our home with open arms
and hearts. We did our best to give her as normal a life as possible, and
made sure she had everything (within reason) that she wanted. For her fifteenth
birthday, I managed to get the names of several of her old friends, and we
threw a surprise party for her at a park. She cried for hours, saying that
nobody had ever thought to do that for her, before. Her actual name is Katheryn,
but she always had a fondness for cats. We had no pets, (due to my allergies)
and I would often tease her that she could be my "kitty-cat" since she loved
the animals so much. Often she would wander around the house wearing a headband
with cat ears. We also had to remind her that when she did come out of her
room, it was important that she be dressed. Even then, she liked the feeling
of going naked. No, we weren't "prudes", but we wanted to maintain certain
decorum.
We worked with Kitty in getting her up to speed with school, and in social
situations, to the point that she didn't hide or cringe when new people were
around. Over the next two years, we saw her start to blossom into a young
woman who had a lot to offer the world.
Then, disaster. One afternoon, my wife was out doing errands. At an intersection,
she was stopped at a light. Rumbling up from behind was a fully loaded cement
truck. The driver was intoxicated, and my wife was crushed beneath the truck
as it rolled over her car. I learned of the accident at work, and drove home
to find the police and emergency workers waiting for me.
Kitty and I were devastated, but I vowed to be as best a provider for
her as I could. The eventual legal settlement was more than enough to pay
off my mortgage, keep me very comfortable for many years to come, without
working, and set up a trust for Kitty. However, the same social workers who
had placed Kitty in my care and said that she was coming along so well were
soon at my door, saying that they would have to take Kitty away and place
her elsewhere. "With no mother or wife at home, there could be questions
of propriety." What the hell did that mean? "We feel that with nobody else
here, 'things' might 'happen'." Kitty was given thirty minutes to pack. As
she was dragged away to the waiting car, she was crying, and begging the
social workers to let her stay. After all, she was seventeen! What was the
trouble since in eight months she would be a legal adult? They were not listening.
Watching the car drive off, I felt my grief wash over me. In two weeks,
I had lost my wife, and, the girl who I thought of as my daughter. It was
a wonder I didn't commit suicide. I wasn't allowed to know where Kitty was,
and she was not allowed to contact me. But about a month later, I got a postcard.
On the cover was a picture of a cat. On the back, all it contained was an
e-mail address; "kittyluvsdaddy@y…" I wrote her at once.
In reply, Kitty described to me that she was now in a group home on the
other side of the state near the Blue Ridge Mountains with other teenage
girls, and that her e-mail was monitored, so she couldn't tell me much. But,
she told me that she loved me and would try to keep in touch as much as possible.
Try as she might, she wasn't able to send me more than that. For nearly four
years, I didn't hear a word from her.
One night, about two years ago, I was awakened by the ringing of the
telephone. I groped for the headset and noticed the time; 3:45. "Hello?"
"Daddy?" The voice on the other end sounded frightened. "I'm sorry it's
so late, and I'm sorry I haven't called before now. It's me, Kitty. I'm in
trouble."
Kitty had gotten arrested in Jacksonville, Florida on a charge of vagrancy.
With no home or money, she was being held. I spoke to the officer on duty,
and learned that Kitty was set to go before a judge if there was nobody to
take her and pay the fine. I informed him that I was on my way. Tossing some
clothes and personal items in a duffle, I began the ten hour drive from Virginia
Beach to Jacksonville.
"You her pimp?" the desk sergeant asked me when I showed up at the precinct
to pay Kitty's fine and get her released. "No," I snarled, "I'm her father."
"DADDY!" Kitty came rushing up to me and wrapped me in a tight hug that
I eagerly returned. With sobs of "thank you" from her, I ushered her outside
to the car. She looked like a wreck. From the grime and sour air about her,
I could tell it had been some time since she had seen soap and hot water.
I told her that since I was exhausted, we would spend the night in Jacksonville
and return to Virginia the next day. Like it or not, I was taking her home
with me so she could get her life sorted out. She agreed to my statement
without any complaint.
Back in the hotel, I ordered her to get into the shower and scrub. As
she washed up, I poked through the knapsack that she had brought. The clothes
inside looked like rags and were not fit to be burnt. With a shout through
the bathroom door, I told Kitty I would be back with some things in a short
time. With that, I headed out to find a store.
When I returned, Kitty was dozing on one of the beds. As usual, she was
naked. I paused to admire her body. Years earlier, I had noticed that she
would be a very desirable and beautiful woman when she was older. But at
the time, I was married, and she was a child, so (for obvious reasons) I
had kept my thoughts to myself.
I sat down next to her. "Okay kiddo, we need to talk." Kitty looked up
at me and nodded. "How old are you now?" She replied that she was nearly
twenty-two. "And after all this time, you couldn't contact me until you were
in trouble with the police?"
A tear formed in her eye. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I know I let you down and
hurt you. I probably deserve a spanking for acting so childish."
"I believe you do," I answered.
God knows what came over me. I was tired, frustrated, happy at seeing
her again, and honestly, aroused. I grabbed Kitty and pulled her across my
lap so that her face was down. The sounds of my open hand connecting with
the cheeks of her ass sounded like loud cracks as I connected. "Good… Girls…
Call… Their… Daddy… And… Don't… Make… Them… Worry…! Bad… Girls… Get… Spanked…
For… Not… Being… Good...! Understand…?" Each word was accentuated by my hand
slapping down on alternating cheeks. When Kitty whimpered "Yes, Daddy," I
let my hand come down one final time on her ass so as to make sure that both
cheeks got the same number of spanks; ten. "Good!" I allowed my hand to remain
on her reddened skin, and I could feel the heat starting to rise from her
flesh. It was so soft, and pale. It was the first time I had ever placed
a hand in anger upon her, and I was astonished at the reactions that both
of us seemed to be experiencing.
"Now get dressed. I'm hungry, and we have a long drive home tomorrow.
I want to get a good nights sleep." I released my hold on Kitty, and she
scooted off of me. I was not sure how to read the look in her eyes. Fear,
hope, and… longing?
That night, I tucked Kitty into her bed and kissed her forehead. It was
a ritual from the old days. Later that night, I awoke to hear sobbing and
whimpering. Kitty was having some type of nightmare. The sheets were twisted
and I could see her trying to fight off imagined demons in her sleep. Without
thinking, I pulled back the covers and lay down next to her. She was wearing
only an over-sized sleep-shirt, and all I had on was a pair of scrubs. Taking
her into my arms, I whispered nonsense things to her to calm her down. Soon,
she was fast asleep in my arms, like a small child.
When I awoke, it was to an odd and pleasant sensation. Kitty was still
next to me, but she had loosened the drawstring to my scrubs, and her hand
was down inside of them. "Good morning, Daddy," she smiled as she stroked
me. When I began to ask what she was doing, she placed a finger to my lips
and continued to get me aroused. Soon, she tugged down my pants, and lowered
her lips to the tip of my penis. With the softness of a feather falling to
the ground, she made contact with me. Her tongue came out to wash me, and
all I could think of at that moment was that the sensation was exquisite,
and that her name really did suit her now that she was washing me with catlike
licks.
"Kitty," I groaned, "you don't have to do this. I'm not even sure if
this is right."
"I've wanted to do this since I was sixteen," she answered. "I was a
kid then, and you would never have agreed to this with me back then, but
now…" She paused again to suckle me a moment, "it's okay since we're adults."
She continued to lavish attention to me and all I could do was lie back and
relish the situation. After a few minutes, she paused. I did my best to keep
from shoving her face back down towards my now ready to burst self. Slipping
up, she pulled her sleep-shirt off and climbed over me. With an aching slowness,
she lowered herself onto me.
It was all I could do not to explode inside of her that instant. I sat
up to clutch her against my chest and reached around to cup the ass-cheeks
that were still pink and slightly bruised from the previous day.
"Please, Daddy, can I come home? I want to come home and be your good
little girl. Please?" She rocked back and forth in my arms as we pressed
our respective selves against each other. I was in no position to refuse.
"Yes," I gasped. "You must come home with me. I promise I will take good
care of you, and nobody will take my Kitty away from me, ever again! You're
my little girl."
As we made love, we sobbed, we cried, we celebrated finding each other
again, and started thinking about the new turn our relationship was about
to take. Finally, Kitty arched her back and let out a cry that sounded almost
like a cat in heat 'yowling' as an orgasm took her. Seconds after that, I
could feel myself shooting deep up inside of her. I nearly blacked out from
the pleasure of the sensation.
We were home by midnight.
* * * * *
Laughter in the backyard caught my attention. Kitty was giggling as a
strong breeze caught some of the items that she had washed and was attempting
to hang on the line. I noticed that one item in particular; a tee-shirt that
was one of my favorites for Kitty to wear (it was plum, and said "Daddy's
Princess" in fancy white lettering) had blown to the ground. Sensing an opportunity
for fun, I opened the back door and strode outside.
"Kitty!" I said as I walked over to her. "You need to be more careful
with your clothes!"
Surprised, she looked up at me. She hadn't heard me come out. "I'm sorry
Daddy," she answered. Bending over, she picked up the tee-shirt, giving me
a lovely view of her ass. I should mention that the back yard to our house
is surrounded by privacy fences and heavy shrubs. Unless you open one of
the side gates, you cannot see into the yard. Which is just the way Kitty
liked it, since I would often find her back there naked. Sometimes she would
read, nap, or garden. She was quite talented at growing lovely flowers that
I could never recall the names of.
"Well, perhaps this will serve as a reminder." I reached over and plucked
two clothespins from the line. "Come here." Kitty complied and gasped slightly
as I placed the clothespins on her nipples. I could see them get bright red
from the pressure. "Now, keep those on until you are done. Make sure they
stay on, or else!"
I returned to the house, and watched from the window as Kitty finished
hanging the laundry. She moved slowly to make sure the clothespins stayed
clamped to her nipples, and I could see her tiny breasts twitching slightly
at the pain.
Once, Kitty told me that while she didn't enjoy being physically abused
in the heat of anger, she understood the need for 'discipline' in her life,
and our relationship. She stated that she welcomed any discomfort I might
inflict upon her, since it showed my love for her, and that I wanted to make
sure she understood the boundaries. It was part of her acceptance of my love
for her. While I admit that it was arousing to me to partake these indulgences,
I never abused my position or authority in Kitty's life or heart.
Finally, the clothes were finished being hung. Kitty bent over to grab
the laundry basket. Suddenly, one of the clothespins popped off. A look of
horror washed over her face, as Kitty realized that I might have seen from
the window. Clutching her hand to her breast to keep the other pin in place,
she picked up the one that had fallen from the ground. Coming inside, she
stated; "I'm sorry Daddy, it just came off."
As I had seen what had transpired, I acknowledged her honesty by removing
the pin that was still clamped down. "Good girl," I smiled. "I appreciate
your honesty. Now get dressed. We need to go shopping."
As Kitty scampered off to get her clothes, her voice drifted back…
"Remember Daddy, you said we would get me a toy today!"
Chapter 2:
"Daddy, I think we need a pool."
Kitty's words surprised me, since she didn't like to go to the beach,
and was generally shy of going into the water at public pools. Since she
was so small, she feared the chance of getting in over her head and drowning.
I had taken her for swimming lessons when she first came to live with me
as a child, but she never got over her discomfort. When I asked why, she
stated that it would allow her some recreation and pleasure in private. She
didn't want a large in-ground type, but rather an above-ground one that wasn't
too deep. Maybe she could slowly get used to the idea of being in the water?
As she looked at me that evening, while we got ready for bed, I could only
smile and agree.
The next day, we went out and purchased a pool that was fourteen feet
in diameter and three feet tall. That way, Kitty would never have to worry
about being in over her head. Mind you, that at 6'3", I could practically
sit in that pool, and still have my head above the water. But, as long as
it made her happy, I didn't care. I decided to pay the extra fee and had
the guys at the store come out to level the pool area with sand and set it
up. I figured that it was worth not having to figure out all the little nuts
and bolts and what-nots that made up the frame. I could see the side-long
glances that the set-up crew kept casting towards Kitty. She was wearing
a pair of denim cutoffs that had frayed short to the point that they were
little more than minimal covering for her buttocks. At my request, she was
also wearing a red bikini top, as opposed to her usual lack of clothes. They
were quite expressive in their thanks when she would come out to bring them
pitchers of iced tea, in the hot sun. No doubt they were wishing that they
could spend some time alone with Kitty and see how she looked while skinny-dipping
in the pool.
I paid them, added a tip, and sent them on their way. Once the gate was
secured, Kitty stripped, tossed the garden hose into the pool and started
filling it. By the time it was just about full, it was well after dark and
Kitty was asleep on a deck lounger. We had grilled some steaks for a late
dinner. I shut the hose, tossed a few chlorine tablets into the water, rinsed
my hands off, and bent down to pick up my darling to carry her off to bed.
Kitty started to mumble something, but I shushed her and we snuggled down
for the night.
Right after breakfast, Kitty was in the pool, splashing like a small
child. She even managed to convince me to get in the water with her and we
played underwater tag, with me being the "shark" attempting to catch her
as she tried to run around the pool, while the water held her from moving
too quickly. I managed to catch her with my teeth in some interesting places.
Getting out, Kitty decided to rest for a bit. She placed a towel across
the deck, and stretched out in the sun. Kitty loved to tan herself a golden
brown. And she prided herself on making sure it was an even tan, all over.
One of the ways she made sure her inner thighs got tan was to pull her knees
up slightly and then allow them to fall to the sides, leaving herself open
to my admiring eyes.
I had noticed that a good bit of the water had splashed from the pool
during our playing. So I decided to fill it back up. Kitty watched me get
the hose and turn it on.
"What-cha doing?" she asked in a sleepy purr.
"What does it look like, silly?" I answered. "Just don't get me wet."
Famous last words. I decided to screw a spray nozzle onto the hose. Turning
it towards Kitty, I shot a stream of water towards her and connected directly
with her pussy. She let out a squeal but didn't do anything other than look
up at me with wide eyes. "We need to wash off the chlorine, my dear!" I continued
spraying her, paying careful attention to making sure I hit that little button
of sensitive flesh I loved to nibble on.
"Do what you must," Kitty sighed in mock resignation. Lying back, I could
see her open her legs wider and she lifted herself slightly to accept the
stream of water.
I moved closer so as to get a better aim. I worked the water in short
and long bursts to pulse across Kitty's clit and soon, I could see it start
to swell slightly. A long sigh came from her lips, as Kitty lifted her hands
up to her breasts so her fingers could dance across them. She soon was twisting
her nipples and squeezing her breasts to further accentuate the pleasurable
sensations I was creating by spraying the water across her pussy. Her breath
started to come quickly, and soon her back was arching as her muscles tightened
in anticipation of an orgasm.
Kitty then reached down and started to play with herself. Her skilled
hands worked with the water to arouse herself even more. I decided to alternate
the pulses of water between her pussy, and slightly lower to her tight little
asshole. Soon, Kitty was lost in herself, and her hands were completely covering
her pussy as she worked her fingers deep inside to bring on her orgasm. So,
I kept the water directed at the tiny opening that had until that time been
denied me. One of the things that I had always wanted to try with Kitty was
anal sex. She had been reluctant, since she wasn't sure if it would be comfortable
for her. Since I didn't want to force myself, it was something that we never
got around to experimenting with.
As I focused the water, I noticed something interesting. Kitty's sphincter
muscle seemed to be loosening up slightly. It twitched excitedly under the
constant spray of water. Kitty's moans grew, and soon she started making
the sounds that I knew and loved so well when she was cumming. I dropped
the hose, and knelt down next to her, placing my hands on her breasts while
kissing a mouth that was open with a tongue that wrestled with mine.
"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me." Her words were half whispered, half moaned.
I shifted over, and placed her ankles above my shoulders. I rubbed the
tip of my penis up and down her pussy lips, getting it wet with her juices.
"Does this feel good?" I asked. Kitty answered with a moan. I slid inside
of her, and Kitty suddenly couldn't contain herself. With a cry, she started
convulsing as her orgasms shot through her. All I had done was enter her
and stay buried deep inside.
Once she calmed down, Kitty looked up at me with liquid eyes that promised
years of intense sex. "You can finish inside me if you want." I smiled and
indicated that was my intention. "No, I mean, inside me. Down there."
Realization dawned on me what Kitty meant. I asked if she was sure, and
she indicated that she was. Lifting her legs slightly higher, I repositioned
myself and pressed gently. Kitty's ass opened up to me slowly. I could see
the momentary twinges of discomfort flicker across her face, and I would
pause until she indicated that she was ready to accept more of me. Soon,
I was buried deep up inside her wonderfully tiny ass. I could feel her clenching
tightly around my shaft, and it was all I could do not to shoot up inside
of her that second. I had made up my mind that I was going to savor every
second of the situation for as long as I could endure.
Slowly, I eased back, and then slid back inside of Kitty. After a few
moments, she seemed to loosen up a bit and relax. There was a frown creasing
her brow as I continued to slide in and out. I asked what was wrong, as I
once again buried myself up inside.
"I'm not sure," Kitty gasped at my thrust. "It feels strange, but it's
also nice. I'm not sure if I like it."
"But you're not sure if you dislike it either, correct?" another thrust.
"Um-humm…" Kitty nodded as she closed her eyes.
"Maybe this will help." I reached down to tease her clit with a finger,
just a few inches above where my cock was slipping once more inside of her.
"No," Kitty brushed my hand aside. "Don't do that. I want to focus on…"
Kitty never finished her sentence. Another orgasm took her by surprise.
I guess the earlier attention all across her body with her hands and the
hose had aroused her to the point that any physical sensation was turning
out to be pleasurable. I continued at my measured pace, knowing that it wouldn't
be long before I too was overtaken by my own orgasm. Delightful.
It was only a matter of minutes. I could feel the pressure building up
inside of me. The pace of my thrusts quickened, and soon I was grunting in
anticipation as with each thrust, I tried to bury myself deeper and further
up inside of Kitty. She held onto my arms, to steady herself as our bodies
rocked together faster and faster.
"Fuck my ass, Daddy, come on, fuck it! Fuck it hard!" Her words were
music in my ears as I fought off the inevitable. "Bury it in me, deep, Daddy,
deep inside me!"
By now, I was pressed so tightly against her, that Kitty was almost folded
in half, her legs still over my shoulders. With one last shove, I let myself
succumb to the release I craved. I could feel the heat of my cum shoot up
inside of Kitty as I grunted with satisfaction of finally releasing myself
inside every pleasurable opening that Kitty had to offer. I could feel Kitty
clench down around me, so that her tiny ass continued to squeeze every last
drop out of me.
When I was finished, I eased myself out of her. Lying back, I looked
over at Kitty and smiled. She returned that smile with one of her own as
she rolled over onto her knees and then made her way to her feet. "Where
are you going?" I asked.
"Gotta' take care of something," she replied. I could see that she was
walking with a funny gait as she went inside. A few minutes later, I heard
the toilet flush and she returned with two bowls and a washcloth.
Kneeling next to me, Kitty started to wash me with warm soapy water.
She then splashed some pool water on me to rinse me off. I smiled with closed
eyes as she ministered to me. Finally she was done. I then noticed that she
hadn't yet toughed the second bowl.
"What's that for?"
"Ice," she answered. "For some odd reason, my ass is a little tender.
Burning slightly, you know?" She reached into the bowl and pulled out a cube.
"I was thinking you could help me cool it down?"
I took the bowl and instructed Kitty to turn over. I then lifted her
slightly on her knees so her ass was in the air. Bending over, I placed a
lingering kiss on each cheek. Then, I popped a cube into my mouth to suckle
it and wear down any sharp edges with my tongue. One by one, I gently placed
the ice cubes against Kitty's puckered asshole, and slipped them in. I would
work a finger up inside of her to make sure the cube slid up as far as possible.
It wasn't long before I had used all the ones in the bowl. "Any more?"
Kitty asked, looking over her shoulder at me. "Wait there," I responded.
I went back into the kitchen. Our freezer had an automatic ice-maker.
After thirty-eight ice cubes, Kitty had decided that she was sufficiently
cooled off.
Chapter 3:
"Hi Daddy! We got out early today so I came over to visit!"
Looking up from the papers on my desk, I smiled as Kitty came through
the door to my office. While I was now financially well off due to the accident
that had killed my wife, several years earlier, I still worked part time
as an independent engineering consultant. "Perfect," I chuckled. We can grab
a late lunch!"
Kitty was enrolled as a part time student at the local community college,
taking random classes that tickled her fancy. She wasn't sure if she would
ever get an actual degree, but that really wasn't a concern at this point.
"Actually, class was canceled. The teacher called in sick." Kitty slipped
over to give me one of her toe-curling kisses. "It was my Psychology I Class."
I nodded, finished up what I was doing, and told my secretary that I
was finished for the day, and if she wanted, she could wrap up as well and
head home. She thanked me, and stated that she would lock up in about an
hour.
We decided to leave my car in the parking garage, and took Kitty's truck.
It turned a few heads as we drove towards downtown to our favorite restaurant.
It was a Ford Ranger, painted cotton-candy pink. Kitty had laughed that she
wanted that color for two reasons; First, so I wouldn't borrow it a lot,
and second, it would be easy to spot if it was ever stolen. She was right
on both counts.
As we waited for our orders, I studied Kitty. As usual, she was (in my
eyes) drop-dead beautiful. Her denim skirt was snug around her ass, and the
cream colored top with the scoop neck showed off the pearl necklace that
I had given her as a surprise gift last spring. Her dainty feet were slipped
inside a pair of black pumps that were simple, yet elegant. I couldn't help
but smile as I caught several businessmen cast side-long glances at her as
we came into the dining area.
"You know what?" I asked. "You showing up is actually a big help for
me." Kitty asked how that was so, and I continued. "You might have noticed
that my secretary, Sharon, is about seven months pregnant. Her friends called
me the other day, and they are planning a baby shower. I have no idea what
to get. Maybe we can go out and find something?"
Kitty indicated that she thought it would be fun to go baby shopping.
After lunch, we headed to a local department store, and as luck would have
it, there was a Baby Registry there that Sharon was listed in. Several purchases
later, we were finished. The gifts would be wrapped, and delivered to the
friend who was hosting the shower.
That night, I found Kitty sitting on the bed in her old room. It was
still pretty much the same as when she had first come to live with me as
a child. When she had been taken away, and during the years after, I had
never changed anything. There was an odd look in here eyes as she studied
the pictures on the walls and the shelves of stuffed animals. "You know,"
she sighed. "I hope Sharon's baby never has to deal with the crap I had to
as a kid. Most of my childhood memories are of my biological parents being
stoned or beating each other or some other bullshit that had me terrorized
all the time." A tear formed in her eyes. "It's like I never had a chance.
Right from the start, things were fucked up. It's like I was doomed to not
knowing real parental love as a child."
I gathered Kitty in my arms and rocked her gently. "Oh, baby," I crooned.
"I know it was rough. That's why we tried to make it as good as possible
for you when you first got here. And now, I promise, you will never know
fear or terror like that ever again."
"I know, Daddy," Kitty sighed. "I thank God every day for you. You're
my lover, my teacher, and still in so many ways, a parent to me. In class
we were talking about girls with an 'Electra Complex'. I didn't say anything,
but I guess that fits me perfectly. I can't even begin to tell you how much
I love you without it sounding sappy."
"You don't have to, I know." I hugged Kitty tighter. "Lets get to sleep.
Tomorrow's Friday, and you still have classes. You can drop me off at the
office in the morning."
The next day, Kitty dropped me off at my office, but I never stayed.
I had stayed awake for several hours the previous night as Kitty slept at
my side, planning.
When Kitty got home that afternoon, the house was dark. I was waiting
inside the third bedroom, with the items that I had purchased. She called
for me, and I replied. When she opened the door, she stood there stunned.
"Hello, baby-girl," I smiled. "It's time for Daddy to take care of his
darling." I stepped forward and took Kitty in my arms. "Who's Daddy's precious?"
I had decorated the room to look like it was ready for a baby girl. Pictures
of kittens and stuffed animals graced the room along with an over-sized crib,
a long, low dresser made to look like a changing table, and there were stacks
of 'baby' items for adults that I had purchased at an 'adult store' just
across the North Carolina state line.
Picking Kitty up, I continued; "Goodness! My darling needs to get changed.
What sort of Daddy lets his baby wear these things?" Kitty was wearing jeans
and a tank-top. "Up we go!" I placed Kitty on the 'changing table'.
"Daddy!" she giggled. "What are you doing?"
"I'm taking care of my baby," I replied. With that, I stripped her down,
until she was naked on the changer. "After dinner we'll give you a nice bath,
but first we put on a diaper and get you dressed." I lifted Kitty's legs
and slid an adult diaper under her. "Yes indeed, " I chuckled, "I have the
best little baby in the world." Kitty continued to giggle. "Oh! What's this?"
I looked closely at Kitty delicious pussy. "We can't have this! Everyone
KNOWS that a baby is soft and smooth! We have to take care of this at once!"
I reached over and pulled out a bowl of warm water and a can of shaving
foam. Kitty usually kept herself trimmed short, but I was determined that
she truly be 'bald as a baby'. "Now don't move!" I warned. Kitty lay still
as I lathered shaving foam across her pubic area. She sighed as I rubbed
her clit and stroked her up and down. Taking the razor, I gently shaved Kitty's
pubic hair off until she was indeed soft and smooth. "So pretty," I smiled.
"My good baby deserves a kiss." Bending over, I placed my lips on Kitty clit.
I sucked it in slightly and allowed my tongue to run over it. From the gasp
I heard, I knew Kitty was enjoying the attention. "Now we pat you dry with
a towel," I continued, "and we powder." I sprinkled a liberal dose of scented
powder all across Kitty's now bald pubic area, and then lifted her legs to
expose her tender ass. More powder was applied, and rubbed as needed. "And
we finish." I fixed the diaper in place with the tape closures at the sides.
"Now, to dress my baby." From a drawer, I pulled out a white cotton baby-doll
sleep shirt. I lifted Kitty and slipped it over her, and scooted her hands
and arms through the sleeves. "Socks to keep the feet warm," white booties
were placed over each tiny foot. "And we brush the hair." I sat Kitty up
and took out a pink brush. The bristles were as soft as silk, as I ran it
through her brown tresses. After a few minutes, I placed the brush down,
and got out some pink elastic hair ribbons and made two pig-tails on the
sides of Kitty's head. "What a good baby I have," I continued to croon. "Some
day she will grow up to be a beautiful woman. But for now, she is Daddy's
little girl."
Kitty had remained silent, but I cold see there was a sparkle in her
eyes as I lifted her off the table. "Is my baby hungry?" I asked. Kitty nodded.
I carried Kitty into the kitchen, where an over-sized highchair sat. I lowered
Kitty into it, and secured her from behind with a Velcro belt. "We can't
have baby slipping out, can we?" Kitty nodded.
As I started to prepare food for my 'baby', Kitty decided to get into
her new role. She started to coo and gurgled and giggled like so many babies
do. She sang out in nonsensical sounds, laughing at random. She also bounced
her feet and waved her hands about. In fact, one of her feet kicked up and
caught the plastic bowl I was carrying over to her. Food went splattering
down my shirt. Kitty let out a childish laugh.
(In case any of you have not purchased real baby food recently, let me
tell you that the stuff is a strange and sometimes gross mixture of stuff
that almost passes for real food. It smells odd and tastes washed out. How
any kid can eat it and like it is beyond me. What I was about to serve Kitty
was some "adult" food cut up into small pieces.)
"Now, now," I smiled. "We must be careful. Maybe we should make sure
this doesn't happen again." Along the legs of the highchair, were several
more Velcro straps. I ended up securing Kitty's legs tightly to each front
chair-leg to keep her from kicking up again. "And maybe we should just take
care of the hands too, while we're at it?" In a moment, Kitty's arms and
wrists were secured to the side of the tray that I had slipped in front of
her to attach to the highchair.
"Da-da!" Kitty squealed. A silly grin covered her face from ear to ear.
"Is my baby hungry?" I crooned. "Well, let's feed her." Taking the bowl,
I added more food to it, and returned with a spoon. "Open wide, baby." Like
a perfect angel, Kitty ate the offered steak, corn, and spinach. "Such a
good girl!" I exclaimed over and over. "She is making 'all gone' for daddy!"
Soon, the bowl was empty, and the contents washed down with juice from a
sippy-cup.
"For dessert," I smiled, "we have applesauce. Doesn't that sound yummy?"
Kitty pressed her lips firmly together and shook her head 'no'. "Come on
now, Daddy wants his little girl to eat." Kitty continued to keep her lips
pressed closed. "Doesn't baby like applesauce?" Kitty paused for a moment,
eyeing the spoon that I held, and then nodded. "Then why won't baby eat for
Daddy?"
Kitty looked up at me with a devilish grin. "Wan' Da-da-sause in ap'l-sause."
Da-da-sause? It took me a moment, and then I smiled. "Of course. Baby
wants a little extra love in her food, right?" Kitty nodded and grinned.
"Okay. Don't move." Kitty snorted at that statement.
I opened the front of my slacks and lowered them slightly. I had to admit
that I was hard as a rock from treating Kitty this way. Pulling myself out,
I gazed over at Kitty who now had her eyes fixed on my cock with anticipation.
I stood in front of Kitty as she sat secured to the highchair. Slowly I rubbed
myself as I wrapped my fingers around the thickness of my shaft. It was only
a matter of minutes before I felt the cum start to bubble up inside of me.
I looked back over at Kitty through half-closed eyes. She returned my smile
and started to wriggle in anticipation of seeing me shoot off into the bowl
of applesauce. Soon, that is exactly what happened. It took me a few more
strokes, but I made sure every last drop of the milky liquid had traveled
from the tip of my penis to sit in a puddle in the bowl.
"Da-da-sause!" Kitty sang out. She opened her mouth wide in anticipation.
I bent forward and kissed Kitty on the forehead. "Will my good baby eat
for her Daddy, now?" I was rewarded with a smile and a nod. "That's my good
baby," I chuckled.
Sitting down in front of Kitty, I spooned up a tiny bit of the mixture
from the bowl. I could see the contrasts in color and texture between my
cum and the applesauce. I lifted the spoon to Kitty's waiting lips. "Open
wide!"
Kitty received the spoon and it's contents happily. She swallowed and
opened her mouth again, reminding me of a baby bird that looks to its mother
for another worm. Spoonful after spoonful went into Kitty's hungry mouth.
On several occasions, she paused to open her mouth before swallowing so I
could see my cum swirling across he tongue before she swallowed it. Soon
the bowl was empty, and Kitty burped.
"More?" she looked up at me with hopeful eyes.
"More applesauce?" I asked.
"No. Wan' more Da-da-sause." Kitty frowned. "Wan' it now!"
I had no choice. Any good father will do whatever it takes to feed his
baby, and I was determined to be a 'good father' to my 'baby'. I was still
hard, and I was sure that I could manage to give Kitty just a little bit
more of what she was hungry for. So, I pulled the highchair over to the side
of the kitchen, and placed two chairs in front. Climbing up, I stood in front
of Kitty so she could lean forward to wrap her lips around me.
Like a real baby suckling at her mother's breast, Kitty started to work
her lips and tongue. She suckled me and I could see her eyes close as her
cheeks drew in from the suction in her mouth. Her head rocked back and forth
as she continued sucking. Soon, I once again felt my cum building up inside
of me. I braced myself against the cabinets to stand steady as I felt myself
shoot into Kitty's greedy mouth. I groaned as the spurts were swallowed.
Even after I was finished, Kitty continued to make sure she received every
last drop from me, working he tongue along the underside of my shaft, stroking
every little bit that she could. Finally, there was no more to give.
Kitty reluctantly let go of me, and I stepped down. "Such a good baby,"
I crooned. "She made 'all-gone' and even had seconds!"
Kitty giggled and bounced. I could see that she was really enjoying the
situation.
"But, I think it's time for baby to have a bath. She dribbled a little."
I carried Kitty back to the nursery, and placed her on the bed. I then
started water running in the tub. Returning, I stopped and watched Kitty
lying on the bed, with an odd look on her face. She looked over at me and
then said; "Potty."
"Does baby need to go to the potty?"
"Done," she replied. I lifted Kitty up and carried her to the changer.
Slipping off her clothes, I then opened the diaper. She had wet herself.
I guess she was really taking the role of being a baby seriously.
"Well, it's a good thing baby is going to get a bath! That way she will
be squeaky clean for bedtime!" I cleaned Kitty off with some scented baby-wipes,
once again paying close attention to the sensitive area that I had shaved
earlier that afternoon. When I was finished, I carried Kitty to the tub,
and set her down into the water. It came to just above her thighs.
Plastic toys floated in the water as I gently washed Kitty with warm
soapy water. When it came time to wash her hair, I took down the shower massage
that was on the long hose attachment and rinsed her hair. Soon, baby shampoo
was making bubbles not only in Kitty's hair, but all across her body as we
played with the suds. She wanted me to make sure that her skin was scrubbed
until it tingled. I paid extra attention to the pink blossoms of her nipples.
I rinsed her off, and then pressed down on the lever to open the drain. Kitty
and I waived 'bye-bye' to the water as it swirled away. Three big fluffy
towels were used to dry Kitty off and I diapered her again after liberal
doses of powder. A sleeper was put on, and I carried Kitty back to the nursery.
I had placed a large rocker in the corner, and I cradled Kitty in my arms
as I sat down to sing to her and tell her stories.
"Thank you, Daddy," Kitty sighed as I paused between songs. "I like this.
Can we do it more? It makes me feel safe."
"Darling," I smiled, "we can do this every day if that makes you happy."
"Goodie," Kitty giggled. "I think tomorrow we can explore this game a
little more. In fact," a sly grin crept across her lips, "we have the whole
weekend to ourselves!"
I clutched Kitty to my chest and wept tears of joy. I had discovered
that these new roles had provided me an insight as to what interesting turns
our love was about to take.
::: To Be Continued :::
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