She grinned and hugged them to her chest and was soon carrying them around
like a baby doll, finding herself pressing her nose close to smell again. Once
more a soft cramp reminded her of her full bladder. She shifted her precious
cargo as she climbed onto the potty, holding them in her lap as she spread her
legs, her small bladder letting go with a second of concentration on her face.
She sighed with relief as she started to pee, then blinked and blushed realizing
she was forgetting something. One hand snaked down quickly, touching her little
clitty as she peed, feeling it spray and hit her fingers as she touched herself.
Holding them there till she finished she rubbed softly, bringing Daddy's jammie
bottoms back up to sniff and breath his heavy scent. Moaning loudly at how good
it felt to be touching she forgot about the pee dripping from her grinding fingers
and was soon squirming and wiggling so hard her butt feel right through the
hole of the potty with a wet splash.
"Ooooohhhhhhh!!!!" she gasped, a look of horror filled shock crossed
her face, almost bursting into fresh tears and screaming for Daddy, for the
fright the drop had given her. The second of shock past quickly as she realized
what had happened, cracking up laughing. Giggling with unrelenting little girl
squeals, peels of her giggles echoing off the walls as she pulled herself out.
Bum dripping she tugged a towel down and rubbed it dry best she could. Still
giggling and feeling so much better, she padded back out, taking her precious
cargo with her. The pair of soiled Daddy jammies in her arms lovingly cradled
to her chest.
She walked towards the kitchen, a little wide eyed at how big and quiet and
still the house was, like it had died without Daddy and gone to heaven. Holding
her breath and feeling the need to be quiet herself she walked into the big
kitchen, in her anxiety forgetting to even skip across the big checkerboard
black and white floor. Moving to the counter she smiled big to see Daddy had
not completely forgot about her, laying on the counter was her favorite strawberry
pop tarts and some cut up apples with the peels off, just the way she loved
them. Scrambling onto the stool she was soon happily munching the sweet pastry
and sipping the orange juice resting beside it. Feet swinging to the sides of
the stool as she licked her fingers free of sticky pop tart, eyeing the apple
she took one piece then saved the rest for later.
Her bladder and tummy both satisfied she marched to the living room, wondering
if she was allowed to turn the TV on, no one here to tell her not to she grinned
and ran towards Daddy's very special big arm chair. The whole time she carried
the pants, sniffing and breathing deeply at their pungent scent of Daddy. Pausing
in her step as she looked at the couch, another grin breaking across her face
as she saw her favorite Daddy's Girl shirt laid out and a fresh clean pair of
panties. She hopped over, setting the pants to the coffee table, and was soon
stripping out of the short nightshirt she had slept in, naked and shivering
as she danced about and slide on the new clothes. Panties and a shirt all Daddy
ever let her wear when she was home, if she was allowed to wear anything at
all. She hugged herself and snatched up her Daddy pants scurrying onto his chair
finally. Picking up the big TV remote only Daddy used and turning on the TV,
turning to cartoons.
The cartoons satisfied her for only a few minutes before she found the smell
of the Daddy pants and her longing heart made her whimper and feel like crying.
One hand moving between her legs she did her best to think of only last night
and the wonderful time they had playing special games and learning to be Daddy's
hand girl and mouth girl. She shivered at the remembrance of the taste of His
Penis in her mouth as she had sucked as much as Daddy's Over Sized Penis as
she could manage. Soon she found the pants stuffed against her face, her tongue
poking out and licking, trying to catch some flavor of her Daddy in his dirty
jammie bottoms. Hand soon rubbing fiercely at her tiny pussy, her panties damp
and stretched around her hand as she tickled and teased herself. Moaning and
shaking, she finally couldn't stand it and ran to the phone, pushing the number
that Daddy had told her would make the phone call Daddy at work. She blushed
and bite her lip listening to it ring, before finally her Daddy's voice came
on the line. For a moment she said nothing, listening, almost hypnotized by
the sound of his voice, shivering all over. His fourth hello echoed through
to her fuzzy mind as she blinked and then, as he was about to hang up she whispered
softly, voice shaking and scared.
"Daddy?" was followed by a short silence as she listened to her Daddy
asks if it was his baby girl, sounding confused and then concerned. She nodded
her head before replying to his asking if everything was ok. "Yes Daddy,
i'm ok... but i'm sad and i miss you and I want You to come home so I can smell
Your Penis and taste it and feel it so good and warm in my mouth again Daddy.
Please please Daddy come home I can't find Your taste at all, please Daddy!"
her voice almost panicked with her need and her wanting for her Daddy.
Tears came, her silence lasting for a long moment before she nodded her head
sadly, giving a soft sigh of unhappiness. Whispering again, her voice sounding
defeated and upset. "Ok Daddy... i'm sorry... I will Daddy. Ok. Bye. Bye
Daddy I love You" she cried into the phone, then choked and sobbed as he
hung up, wrapping around the Daddy pants tightly, so upset her Daddy wasn't
going to come see her.
Time again passed slowly as she sucked at her fingers and clung to her Daddy's
precious garment that smelled so much like Him. Cartoons changed to News show
then to a show about weird people in big houses that liked to kiss a lot, cry
a lot and laugh a lot. She frowned and turned the TV off and sighed softly at
the silence. A few hours had passed and still she ached all over for her Daddy
to come back. Even touching her cunny had not brought her relief from her wishing
he were here, her fingers played almost idly now at her soft lips. Creeping
quiet as a mouse, again she went back upstairs, going to her room she sat down
in front of her dollhouse. Looking over her tiny little family, taking the Daddy
doll she sat him on his big chair, then took the baby girl doll and set her
in his lap, chattering to herself, for the time being she once more let herself
be distracted.
"Oh Daddy I love You so much and I will be the best every penis girl in
the whole world!" she made the baby girl say to her Daddy. Lowering her
voice she added the dialogue of the Daddy to her little play game. "Oh
baby you make Daddy so happy he is never going to leave you all alone! I won't
ever go to work again and leave you I promise!" then she made them hug
and cuddle and played at making them do kissing games and other fun things,
mimicking the games her and Daddy had played last night. The little girl doll
on her knees in front of Daddy, Daddy stroking her and touching her lovingly
until he finally tucked her into bed. Sighing softly as she drifted back to
the state of sad longing she picked up the Daddy doll and wandered to her Daddy's
room again.
Crawling on the bed she lay curled up with the doll and her Daddy pants and
tried to day dream her Daddy home to her. Trying her best to hear the door open,
his footsteps and the sound of his voice calling to her. Sighing as it failed
to come, there were no footfalls, no doors opening, and no voice calling for
her. Again tears sprang to her eyes, soft despair dulling their pretty golden
color. Then she spied Daddy's bedside phone. Chewing her lip again as she crawled
over and once more pressed the number that would make her Daddy voice come to
her. This time he had barely said hello before she was babbling loudly.
"Daddyyyy pleasseee come home!! I miss You and I'm so scared and alone
without You and I need You to kiss me and tell me You love me and i'm Your best
girl ever! To hug me and cuddle me till Your Penis gets hard cause Your so happy!"
she sobbed out, words almost indistinguishable in her crying. Again a long silence
as she listened to her Daddy reply, telling her how much he missed her too but
that he had to work to buy her pretty things, and that he would be home really
soon so try to be patient and brave and be a big girl for Him. "Oh Daddy
I will, I will I promise!" she listened again, cheeks turning pink as she
gave a soft giggle, whispering in reply "yes Daddy, I did touch my cunny
when I peed, and I touched myself when I watched TV too Daddy" she beamed
proudly, knowing Daddy would like that, whatever he said making her smile and
grin happily. "Ok Daddy, bye Daddy, love You Daddy!" she called into
the phone then hung it up.
Letting out a slightly forlorn but happy sigh for the things Daddy had said
she curled up on His big bed, the daddy doll still in her hands. Soon her she
was chattering too it, telling it how good Daddy made her feel, how she loved
the way daddy touched her. With a slightly scared and yet excited face she giggled,
pulling her panties down and off she tucked them under Daddy's pillow to hide
them. Then she lay back and spread her little thighs, taking the doll she started
rubbing his face against her small smooth and wet cunny. Rubbing and pushing,
moaning at how good it felt, her cheeks burning with embarasment but liking
it so much! Her small hips bucking and she writhed and wiggled madly, making
panting pleasured sound as she touched and rubbed her little bald pussy with
the dolls face. Finally she could barely stand it and the ache in her cunny
made her scared and feel shaky, she dropped the doll down between her legs and
curled up with wide-eyed fear at how her body felt like she had to pee or something.
Clutching her Daddy pants to her face she breathed in and out, panting so hard
against them trying to make the feeling go away. Her clitty hurting and feeling
weird between her legs, wondering why she could feel the pulsing of her heart
way down there.
Scrunching her eyes shut she lay like that in a ball with the doll caught between
her damp thighs afraid to move for the sensations in her bottom end. Still curled
as she drifted off into a Daddy filled slumber, moaning and wiggling with her
dreams, nestled in Daddy's warm bed. It was for her dreams she did not hear
Daddy's car, or the door open and close, or his heavy footsteps, nor his voice
calling her to come to Him. She did not even stir as he found her sleeping on
the bed, curled up with his pants pressed to her sweet restful face, the daddy
doll still clutched in her unmoving thighs. Still she did not stir as he leaned
and kissed her forehead and whispered,
"Hello baby girl"