A Good Little Girl

The three of us were spent, the two girls more so than I was. Madison had barely moved since I shoved her off my cock and had yet to completely catch her breath. Amanda flipped over and lay on her back. She drew her legs up, knees bent. Her pussy was red and raw from the pounding I'd just given it.

"You shot a lot of come inside me, daddy!" she beamed. The come that had run out of her while she'd been standing was glistening on her left leg. "You okay, Maddie?"

The little girl gave a satisfied moan and sank to her knees, her head and chest still on the couch cushion.

Amanda said, "Why don't you come clean me up?"

Madison smiled. "Mmm, okay." But she didn't move.

"I think she needs some help, daddy," cooed Amanda. I made to get behind her with the intention of lifting her up, but Amanda shook her head. "Just grab her by the hair."

I laced my fingers into her silky brown hair and gently tugged her toward my daughter's waiting pussy. She still didn't move, so I tugged harder and Madison moaned deeply. She was enjoying this.

With a handful of her hair, I controlled her head, pulling the little girl. She didn't resist, but still wasn't cooperating fully, making me do most of the work. I eventually pulled her down to her knees so she was sitting between Amanda's legs, and I pushed her face into my daughter. She complied by extending her tongue, plunging it inside the blonde eleven year old. She immediately began lapping at Amanda's pussy, digging her tongue deep inside her, scooping out my come and swallowing it hungrily.

Amanda was moaning, her tiny body undulating as her best friend licked her. She looked up at me and said, "I think she needs some more."

I laughed, ready to protest that I needed more time, but I was surprised by my cock. It was rock hard and ready to go again.

Still gripping Madison by the hair, I took my cock in my free hand and began to stroke it, inches from her face and my daughter's pussy. After a few moments, Amanda said, "Wouldn't her mouth feel better than your hand?"

I nodded, releasing my cock and placing my hand under Madison's chin. I held her face and head, and was struck by just how tiny she really was. Her beautiful mouth opened, waiting, and for a moment, I wondered if I'd fit inside it. I shook the thought off, remembering that I'd not only already fucked her small mouth, but also her smaller, tighter, pussy, and these girls were nothing if not pliable. Even if I were too big, I'd find a way to make myself fit.

I entered her mouth, completely controlling her head with both my hands. Madison moaned at having her mouth used. Amanda watched lustily. She'd begun playing with her clit, clearly turned on by watching me fuck her friend's face.

I moved the tiny fifth grader's face back and forth on my cock, slowly, wanting to enjoy the sensation, not just physically, but the psychological aspect was just as appealing. This girl was essentially giving her self to me, to use as I pleased. And not only that, but she seemed to enjoy the feeling of being dominated.

She moaned, but her moans became different, and I could tell she was trying to say something. I withdrew my cock from her, multiple trails of saliva still connecting us.

She said, in an impossibly tiny voice, "Hit me."

I shook my head, not in denial of her request, but in sheer incredulity. "What?"

"With your cock. Please, hit me in the face with it."

This was yet another line, perhaps the most dangerous one to cross. I was all for kinky sex, but any time sex had crossed over into the realm of hitting, it had been with an adult, and even then, only after much discussion. What was off limits, safe words, etc, things like this needed to be decided upon beforehand so nothing went wrong. But now I had a ten year old girl asking - begging - for me to hit her in the face with my cock. I didn't know if she fully grasped just how intense her request had been (although, you'd think that nothing would have surprised me at this point), and, with an erection drenched in the spit of a gorgeous fifth grader, I wasn't in a position to really explore the implications fully. If she wanted me to cockslap her, who was I to argue?

Again, her voice was tiny, barely audible. "Please?"

I took my cock, and lightly tapped it on her face, once, twice, then three times.

"Like that?" I asked tentatively.

"Harder," she pleaded.

I complied, giving her a few sturdier whacks. My cock made wet slapping sound against her cheek.

Amanda chimed in. "Harder daddy! I want to hear it."

I didn't hold back. I flipped my cock at her, five, six, seven slaps in quick succession. Madison moaned, flinching with each hit. After the final slap, I shoved it back in her face and resumed fucking her mouth. My arousal was heightened by what I'd just done so I was not entirely gentle with her. Because of the angle, I wasn't able to push my cock down her throat, but with each thrust, a small submissive gurgling sound came from somewhere inside her. My grip on her hair and her face tightened.

"Yeah daddy, fuck her pretty face," Amanda encouraged. Her hand worked faster on her clit and her body began to flush.

I was about to come. I pulled my cock from Madison's mouth and the poor girl coughed. I shoved her face back into Amanda's pussy just as my daughter began to come. Her pussy twitched and spasmed and I shot my come all over it. I aimed at Madison's face and splashed it with the second blast. It covered her cheek and the side of her neck. I aimed the third and final blast back at Amanda, but it was high, and I ended up shooting it across her tight little belly which was contracting due to her orgasm.

My orgasm subsided, leaving the two girls covered once again in my come. Amanda's eyes remained closed, her breathing ragged. I was still gripping Madison's hair in my hand. I felt her twitching. I thought she was laughing, given her chipper disposition to everything the three of us had done over the past day, but when I looked down into her gorgeous green eyes, I realized she wasn't laughing, but sobbing.

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Amanda had fallen asleep. Madison wrenched her head free from my grip and turned away, violent sobs wracking her tiny body.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" I asked.

She said nothing and continued crying. I scooped her up in my arms and started toward the bathroom. I wanted to get her cleaned up, and to stop her from crying. I wanted to comfort and console her, but I wasn't entirely sure how. After all, only a few minutes prior, I had been slapping the poor girl with my hard cock, and fucking her tiny mouth. And consolation from me would probably be ineffective seeing as how I was the reason for her crying.

In the bathroom, I put her down. She stood, still not looking at me, still crying. I drew a bath, and led her into the tub. She sat, her knees pulled up to her chest. I cleaned the come off of her. Her tears stopped, and she looked at me for the first time since she'd begun crying.

"I'm- I'm sorry," she said.

"Oh, sweetie," I said. "You don't have to be sorry."

I was sitting on the bathroom floor beside the tub, gently rubbing a sponge on her back. She put her head on her drawn up knees and looked at me.

"I don't know why I asked you to do that," she said. Her voice was tiny, high pitched, and utterly adorable.

I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent and let her continue on her own.

"I don't know, it started last night. Remember when you fucked my face?"

I suppressed a laugh. Did I remember? "Mmm hmm."

"Well, the way you were doing it, by holding my head and moving it back and forth, it was so...I don't know, like you were using me."

"Did you like that?" I asked.

She smiled, embarrassed, and said, "I did. I don't know why, but I did."

We shared an not completely unawkward silence for a few moments before she spoke again.

"It was like, I don't know..." she trailed off.

"Like what?" I prompted.

"It was like I belonged to you."

My cock stirred at that, but I didn't want to scare the girl as she was coming to the realization that she liked to be dominated. Most people, at least in my limited experience in the matter, took a lot longer to come to the conclusion that they liked being submissive. And Madison was only ten, so I didn't want to push. I kept sponging her back. "Yeah?" I said.

"Yeah, it's so weird, you think I'm weird."

"Haha, no," I said, giving the small girl's forehead a kiss. "I don't think it's weird at all. In fact, I like it as well."

"You do?" she said hopefully.

"I do, I think it's very sexy."

She leaned over and put her slender arms around my neck. "Thank you, Mr. Taylor."

"You're welcome," I said, not entirely sure what I was being thanked for. Probably for not making her feel like a freak, which she certainly wasn't. "Come on," I said. "Let's get you out of the tub and dried off."

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I told Madison to go to my room. She did, and I went and checked on Amanda. She was still asleep.

In my room, Madison sat at the edge of my bed, completely naked, toweling her damp hair. I sat next to her, and she leaned into me, nuzzling my neck.

I held her for a few moments before she said, "So, what do we do?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, now that I belong to you, what do we do?"

I wasn't prepared to start right away, so I didn't know exactly how to answer her. "Are you sure you don't need to rest a little bit? Rest your..." I trailed off, and looked down to her pussy.

"My pussy? No, my pussy is fine. I wouldn't be much use if I had to take a bunch of time off after every time you fucked me, would I?"

"Use" and "every time" caught my attention, whether she had intended that or not. "No, I suppose you wouldn't," I said and laughed.

"So, what do you want to do to me?" she said, and jumped up.

"Why don't you go stand over there," I said, indicating toward the door. She did, giving me a unhindered view of her cute little ass.

She turned and put her hands behind her back, waiting my instructions.

"Get on your hands and knees, and crawl over to me," I said.

She dropped down, unquestioning, and began making her way toward me. Her back was arched slightly, pulling taut the lithe muscles of her shoulders and sides. Her brunettes hair had fallen to either side of her face and she looked in my eyes the entire time.

She crawled until her face was at my crotch. Looking past the bulge my cock made in my pants, she said, "Are you going to make me suck your cock now?"

I nodded, and said, "Ask permission."

Her eyes closed slightly and a tiny moan escaped her lips. Locking eyes with me once again, she said, adorably, "May I please suck your cock, Mr. Taylor?"

I simply nodded, and the little girl fumbled at my pants, pulling my cock free. It sprung out and hit her under her chin. She wrapped a hand around it and pushed her mouth down on it, as far as she could go. She pulled back so that only the tip was in her mouth, then mumbled something.

"What was that, sweetie?" I said.

She pulled off, but not entirely; the tip of my cock was still half way into her mouth.

Without removing it fully, she said, "I said 'Thank you.'"

I leaned my head back and inhaled. "That's a good girl," I said.

She resumed sucking my cock, expertly, delightfully, making slurping sounds and moaning. Suddenly, I felt her hand on mine. She took it and put it on the top of her head. She wanted me to move her head back and forth, like I had the night before. I grabbed a tuft of her hair and gave her what she wanted. I stood, taking the young girl's head with me. My other hand went under her chin, and I began to fuck her face. Gently, at first, but then more roughly. I was careful not to go too deep, but once or twice I felt her tiny body surge as she gagged.

Her hand came to my thighs and she pushed away from me. Turning her head, she gave a loud gag and a cough. She looked back at me with watery eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor!"

"That's okay sweetie," I said. "But, I have to teach you not to gag, okay?"

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"I'm going to slap you, okay?"

She nodded, frowning.

I leaned down and gave her a kiss. I whispered in her ear, "Are you okay with this?"

She smiled, beautifully, and said, "Yeah! This is fun!"

I was relieved, not only that she was okay, but also at her enthusiasm. She seemed to genuinely enjoy playing rough.

I still had a grip on her hair, so I pulled her head back and with my free hand gave her pretty face a sharp little slap.

She moaned. "Do it again," she said. "Please?"

I complied, giving her another slap, this one a little harder.

"I promise, I won't gag anymore, Mr. Taylor," she said.

"Good girl," I said. "You learned your lesson?"

"Mm hmm, I'm a good girl!"

I plunged my cock back into her waiting mouth and resumed fucking her pretty face. I didn't want to come just then, so after a few moments I stopped and pulled her off.

"What's wrong, Mr. Taylor? Was I not sucking your cock good enough?"

"You were doing fine sweetie, I want to fuck your pussy now."

"Mmm, okay! How do you want me?"

I guided her, still by her hair, to the bed. Letting go, I told her to lie on her back.

"Show me how far you can spread your legs," I said.

"Pretty far, I've been taking dance now for a few years," she said. She spread her legs impossibly far. They were still straight, and almost past perpendicular to her torso. Her glistening pussy looked unbelievable. When I'd fucked her earlier, I hadn't really gotten a good look at it. Even the previous night when I jerked off on her ass, I could see her tight preteen slit, but now, with her legs spread, it was so incredible.

"Is this far enough?" she asked with a slight smirk.

"That's perfect," I said, and thrust my cock into her.

She moaned sharply as I entered her. She was soaking wet, so my cock encountered no resistance other than her being absurdly tight. I pumped away at her ten year old pussy.

"I think you should come to one of my dance recitals, Mr. Taylor," she said raggedly as I fucked her. "There are plenty of little girls I'm sure you'd love to fuck."

"Oh yeah?" As tight as Madison was, the thought of her offering me her friends to fuck as well turned me on even more.

"Mmm hmm, I'd bet you'd even like some of the girls in the younger classes, too."

"I bet I would," I breathed. I put my hands on her thighs, holding myself up and spreading her legs a tiny bit further, if that were even possible.

"You should come to my birthday party next month," she said. "There will be plenty of little girls there for you to use, too."

A quick image flashed in my head of five tiny, naked ten year old girls, one their knees, lined up waiting to have their pretty little faces fucked. And that put me over the edge.

Madison could tell I was about to finish. "Are you going to come, Mr. Taylor? Are you almost finished using my pussy?"

"Uh uh," I managed.

"Can I please have it in my mouth?"

Without answering, I pulled out and grabbed her by her hair once again. I pulled her down so she was kneeling in front of my just in time for the first blast of come to land in her open mouth. She wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock as I emptied myself into her.

After I was done coming, I withdrew, out of breath. Madison sat, obediently, with my come still in her mouth.

She opened her mouth to speak, and some ran down her chin. "What do you want me to do with it?" she asked, having a hard time forming the words with a full mouth.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," I said.

"Oh, sorry," she mumbled, and then spit the entire load of come into her cupped hands. "I said, 'What do you want me to do with it?'"

"I want you to swallow it."

"Yes, sir," she said, and made an effort to pour the come back into he mouth. Needless to say, she did not succeed entirely. She managed to get most of it in, but a large portion ended up on her face, dripping down to her flat chest. She made an exaggerated swallowing noise, then opened her mouth.

"All gone!" she said.

I shook my head, spent.

"Am I a good little girl?" she asked.

"You sure are sweetie. You sure are."