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Clara stretched and rolled over, muscles sore. Then she shot bolt upright in bed and nearly screamed. As she looked around, her heart rate slowed and her breathing returned to normal. Only a bad dream. She was in her bed at home, her nightlight on, door closed. She snuggled under the covers again and clutched her blanket close to her. The familiar smell and feel of it comforted her. Knowing she was safe, she started to drift off to sleep.
The door squeaked as it opened a crack. Light from the hall filtered in.
"Clara, honey are you alright?" The deep voice brought a sense of peace and safety over Clara instantly. Her Daddy.
"Yes, Daddy, just a bad dream. I'm ok." She turned over and smiled at him. He stepped in and sat on the side of her bed. She looked up into his face, at her handsome Daddy, and couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so safe and loved.
"Wanna talk about it, princess?" He ran his hand over her hair affectionately. Clara blushed hotly and shook her head. Her dream had been about naughty things! She couldn't tell her Daddy those things! "You sure? You know you can tell Daddy anything." His hand dropped to her shoulder, squeezing lightly, reassuringly. Clara squirmed as she realized she still felt tingly between her legs. She didn't want Daddy to know about the naughty feelings.
"No, Daddy. It's too embarrassing."
"Now baby, you don't ever have to be embarrassed to tell me anything. Come on, tell me what this dream was about." He scooted closer and pressed against her, settling in. Clara bit her lip, then decided to tell him. After all, she could tell her Daddy anything. Even naughty things.
"Well there was this man, and he was doing things to me."
"Things? What kind of things?"
"Naughty things...touching me. In places he wasn't supposed to." She rubbed her thighs together at the memory.
"Oh, I see. Did he touch you here?" Her father laid his hand on her chest, over her breast. A strange twist in her tummy made Clara's breath catch and she fought not to tremble. This was her daddy, after all. He'd never hurt her.
"Yes," she admitted. Daddy's hand massaged a little, rubbing her through the material of her night gown. She started to fidget, the right feeling in her tummy growing.
"What about down here?" His hand slid down to her thigh, pulling the night gown up as he traced his fingers up to her privates. She instinctively tried to close her legs, ashamed of the wetness there, but her father's strong hands stopped her. "Answer the question, princess."
"Yes," she whispered as his fingers slowly moved over her. She shivered, trying to squirm away from him. Daddy would know what a naughty girl she was for liking the way his fingers felt against her.
"Be a good girl and stay still," he said softly, almost whispering. Clara obeyed, wanting to make Daddy happy. "Did he put anything in here?" he asked, pressing the tip of one finger inside her. Clara gasped and tried to push him away. It felt good and bad, and so so naughty. Daddy caught both of her wrists in one hand and pushed them above her head. "I said to stay still!" His voice was hard.
Clara whimpered and nodded. "Y-yes Daddy."
"What did he put in there?" His tone was gentler now.
"His fingers," Clara admitted, blushing. Daddy was rubbing her softly and it was making her tremble. "And his...his..."
"His cock?" He prompted. She nodded. "Have you ever seen a real cock before, Clara?"
"No!" Clara shook her head emphatically. She was a good girl. She'd never done anything like that!
"I'm going to let you go now. Be a good girl for Daddy and stay still, okay?" He moved his hand from between her legs when Clara nodded. She was relieved, but felt funny now that he wasn't touching her there any more. Her muscles clenched and she wanted to whine.
Daddy let her wrists go, then pulled his shirt off over his head. Clara watched, confused. She'd seen Daddy shirtless, of course. When they went swimming or when he was coming out of the bathroom. But why was he taking off his shirt now? Her eyes took in his big shoulders and brawny arms. His bare chest and stomach. Then she noticed the bulge in his pants.
"Daddy....why did you take your shirt off?"
"Well, princess, there's something I want to show you. You see, as you get older, boys are going to want you to do things. Maybe some of the things that happened in your dream. And it's a Daddy's job to tell his daughter about those things. You need to know what to expect. But you can't ever let anyone else touch you in those places, you know that, right?"
"Yes, in private places." She nodded.
"That's right. Only Daddy can touch you there. Those are his special places."
"But-"
"You're Daddy's special little girl, aren't you?" His eyes met hers and she finally nodded, confused and feeling funny between her legs again. "Good. Now keep quiet, and I'm going to give you a lesson, okay princess?"
"Okay daddy."
Daddy stood up and pushed his pants down. His cock came out, long and thick, just like the one in her dream had been. Clara gasped. Daddy smiled strangely. There was something both familiar and terrifying about that smile.
"Touch it, Clara," Daddy ordered. Clara shook her head. She wasn't supposed to touch anyone's private places. That was naughty. "Do it, Clara. Now!"
Frightened, she reached a trembling hand out and wrapped her fingers around it. It throbbed in her hand. Daddy moaned, his head falling back and his eyes closing.
"Good job baby." He wrapped his hand over hers and started to stroke up and down. As he did, his body tensed and his breath came in quick gasps. After another minute, he stopped and pulled her hand away. Clara was glad. She didn't like the way it made her feel to touch Daddy this way. She couldn't stop rubbing her thighs together. She was sure Daddy would notice and know she was being naughty.
Daddy moved higher on the bed and cradled Clara's head in his hand. He shifted his hips, bringing his cock towards her face. Clara cringed away from it. Up close, it was terrifyingly big.
"Come on, Clara. Be a good girl and open your mouth." Clara shook her head hard, not wanting it anywhere near her mouth. She tried to pull away but Daddy's hand tightened on her chin, holding her head in place. He brought his cock closer, pushing it against her lips. Clara started to cry, not knowing why Daddy was doing this. "Open up, Clara. Now." He pushed against her lips again. A sob broke over her and her lips parted a little. It was all he needed. His cock thrust into her mouth, filling it. She grimaced and tried to squirm away but Daddy had both hands on her head. He thrust in deeper, hitting the back of her throat and making her gag. She pushed at him weakly and cried, her tongue bumping against ridges and veins in his cock. Daddy moaned and slid back until he was almost out of her mouth, then pushed back in. He started to pick up speed, thrusting in and out of her lips, each time going a little deeper.
On one particularly vigorous thrust, he went a little too deep and Clara gagged and choked. As she swallowed, Daddy gasped, his hands tightening on her head and pushing her deeper until she couldn't breathe. She struggled and cried, trying to push him off. Finally, he pulled out and let go of her head.
"Daddy please stop," she begged. Even through her tears she could see the head of his cock was shiny with moisture, still hard and throbbing. "Please no more daddy, I'll be a good girl!". She didn't want to be punished anymore. She wouldn't ever have naughty thoughts again!
"I know you're a good girl, Clara," Daddy soothed. He pulled the blanket off of her and laid down next to her. She cried against her chest, promising never to be a bad girl again. "You're a very good girl. Daddy's special girl. But Daddy has needs - needs that only you can fill. You want to help Daddy, don't you?" Clara nodded, not understanding what he meant. "Such a good girl," he murmured, rolling over on top of her.
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