Title: The Buttfuck Game

I can still remember when daddy came to my room. It was always late at
night. Mommy was already asleep and everything was dark and quiet.

I was in my bed, in my favorite peejays (also daddy's favorite :), lying on
my tummy, because that's how I liked to sleep... when daddy qietly entered
my room and slowly pulled the covers away. I used to shiver, but not from
the cold. From daddy's eyes, following the lines of my little body up and
down and back again.

I shivered again when I felt daddy's hand on my back, gently stroking, first
on top of my peejay shirt, then it went under, caressing my bare back with
his soft fingers. Daddy's hand got naughtier and naughtier. It began with
squeezing my bum lightly. Then pulling my peejay bottoms down a bit to
squeeze it more. I could hear daddy breathing heavily then. I kept silent
and still, but daddy knew I was awake.

"Stand up, princess, and take your peejays off for daddy," he used to say
then.

I did what he asked. I always did what daddy asked. I was a good girl.
Daddy's girl.

As I unbuttoned my peejay top, daddy unzipped his pants and got his big,
hard thing out. I slid down my bottoms over my tiny bum, with my eyes glued
on daddy's glistening red cock (he told me to call it that). And when I
stood naked on the bed before him, proud that my daddy was looking at me and
smiling, stroking his cock, he told me to lay down on my back and show him
my pink flower.

I lay down, pulled my tiny legs up by the knees and spread really as wide as
I could. My pink flower opened up to daddy, showing him my little nubbin in
the middle, the one that made my tummy tingle when I touched it and that
made girl honey flow out of my flower when daddy put his warm finger on it.

Girl honey was daddy's favorite thing to drink. There wasn't much of it.
Only a few little drops. But daddy said it was enough to make him drunk. He
licked and sucked every drop of it. Along the outside of my flower, the
inner folds of my pinkest pink flesh, even deep down inside the flower's
tiny hole, daddy's tongue went to explore the softness, the tenderness and
the wetness.

When daddy was drunk enough of my girl honey, he whispered the naughty words
into my ear. The words I loved to hear:

"What's your favorite game, princess? Tell daddy what game you like to
play?"

"I want to play the buttfuck game, daddy. The buttfuck game... please."

That's what I said. That's what I liked. With daddy.

His finger went down between my spread buttcheeks, looking for the puckered
rose of my bumhole. It was there, waiting for daddy's finger. Waiting to be
filled.

Glistening with daddy's mouth wet, it went inside my babygirl hole, sending
sparkles up my tummy, my nipples, up to my head. I saw little stars before
my eyes the deeper it went. Daddy kept on stroking my tummy, my nubbin, my
wet cunny lips, as he pushed his finger up my tight hot hole. It didnt hurt.
It never hurt. My daddy would never hurt his princess, whom he loved so
much.

When daddy's finger was all the way up my bum and I wiggled and squirmed my
little body and couldn't stop giggling because of all the stars I saw
dancing before my eyes, daddy oh so slowly began pulling it back and told me
to turn and lay down on my belly. He told me it was time.

I turned and spread my butt cheeks for daddy, because it was time... time
for the buttfuck game.

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The Buttfuck Game