Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Jack’s frown deepened.
“Well—that certainly does sound like fucking and kn—”
“And what?” I asked, turning over to look at him, since he’d stopped abruptly.
“Never mind.” He shook his head. “What happened next?”
“He…he shoved it all the way inside me and he got so big,” I told him. I could feel myself blushing all over as I talked—it was so embarrassing! But Jack was right—it was better to get the dream out in the open. “And then…”
“And then what?” Jack demanded.
“Then I…I felt him coming in me,” I whispered. “He shot so much cream in me—spurt after spurt—I swear I could feel it running down my thighs. I still can!”
I felt my eyes grow wide with terror. I started to reach between my legs but I couldn’t make myself do it—I was too afraid.
“What if it’s true somehow? What if I’m really full of his cum?” I blurted. “What if I’m getting pregnant right now, just like I did in the dream?”
“Shush, baby girl. Now don’t be foolish—if course you’re not full of cum,” Jack tried to comfort me.
But I couldn’t be comforted. The dream felt so real—so vivid. And I could feel the sticky wetness between my thighs.
“Please, Daddy Jack—will you look for me?” I begged. “Please look between my legs and make sure I’m not all filled up with some stranger’s cum!”
He looked conflicted and I was worried he might give me the “I’m your Daddy now that your parents are gone” speech again. But at last he nodded his head.
“All right, Princess. Lay back on the bed and spread your legs for me,” he directed.
I did as he said, trembling with anxiety as Jack knelt on the floor in front of me. I wasn’t wearing any underwear—though I was sure I’d had some on when I went to sleep that night. The thought only increased my anxiety and I began to shake.
“Hey, hey—baby girl…” He rubbed the tops of my thighs soothingly, looking at me with worried eyes. “Everything will be okay,” he told me. “Just take some big, deep breaths for me, all right?”
I nodded, trying to do as he said. Feeling his hands rubbing up and down my legs and thighs so soothingly helped a lot. At last I was past the edge of panic and able to breathe again.
“Better now?” Jack asked. He’d been watching me closely, making sure I didn’t go into a full-blown panic attack.
I nodded.
“Yes, I think so.”
“Good. Then we’re going to have a look. Spread nice and wide for me, Princess—let Daddy in.”
Obediently, I spread my thighs wide. I could feel my outer pussy lips parting as I did and what felt like more liquid leaking out of me. Oh God—was it cum? I tried not to panic as I held my breath, waiting for Jack to let me know.
“Hmm…” He sounded like he was frowning as he examined me. “You certainly are very wet down here, baby girl,” he told me after a long moment. “But I think it’s just your natural lubrication—your honey.”
“Are you sure?” I demanded. “Please, Daddy—be for sure. Look inside me.”
“Well, if it’s the only way to make you feel better…”
I felt his warm breath on my pussy mound as he got closer and then he placed his thumbs on my outer lips and very gently spread me open. A gush of something hot that felt an awful lot like it might be cum came out of me as he did but it didn’t see to bother him.
“Nope—just your own sweet pussy honey, baby girl. Although…” He frowned. “Your little pussy hole does look kind of red and swollen.”
“Like someone was fucking me?” I demanded. “Knotting me—whatever that means? I’m sure they came in me, Daddy Jack—I’m sure of it!”
“No they didn’t,” he said firmly. “Do you want me to show you?”
“Yes, please!”
“Here.” He reached over and pulled open the drawer of the nightstand beside where he was kneeling. Reaching in, he pulled out a small round shaving mirror. He placed it between my legs with one hand as he spread my pussy lips with the other.
“See this, Princess?” he asked gently, sliding the tip of one long finger gently over my slippery inner folds. “Clear and shiny—not a hint of white cream anywhere.”
I moaned softly as he traced my swollen clit, sending all kinds of pleasurable sensations shooting through me. But I still couldn’t quite be sure.
“What about…what about inside me?” I asked in a low voice. “Are you sure there’s none inside me?”
Jack frowned.
“Do you want me to slip my finger inside your little pussy and prove it to you?” he asked.
I nodded quickly.
“Oh yes, Daddy Jack! Please—please, do!” I begged.
“All right.” He sighed. “I normally wouldn’t do this—wouldn’t touch you like this. But if it’s the only way to make you feel better… Just relax, baby girl and let Daddy slide his fingers deep in your little cunny.”