I was laying on my bed, daydreaming, thinking, and fiddling (no, not with myself, pervert). Daddy came into the room wearing shorts and no shirt. It wasn't uncommon for him to go around the house that way. The difference this time was that I could see the outline of his hard cock. He moved close to the bed, and without saying word, pulled his shorts off. There it was again. It brought the wide-eyed wonder in me again, as well as the funny feelings of excitement.

He stood over me and jerked off a bit. I looked back and forth between his cock and his face. He was looking me over, drinking me in. Pretty soon, he laid down next to me. This time, I was on my back, and he laid on his side, pointed at me. I was more of a target that way. He wasn't just jerking off while I watched. He was jerking off onto me.

It didn't last long, but really didn't need to. He jerked for a bit and soon came on my clothes and my leg. Again, came the wonderful, hot splashes of Daddy milk and rubbing it into my skin. I was a bit mesmerized by the beautiful process.

After Daddy came, there was always the inevitable and pleasing, "I love you so much. You are such a good girl." This time though, we had the talk that all little girls get. This is our secret. If someone found out, we would get in so much trouble. (Looking back, I appreciate that he said we would get in trouble, rather than just me). My mom would be so mad if she knew what we did. Etc. Standard fare for "The Talk." He didn't have to tell me though. Instinctively, I knew it was wrong. Logically, I knew we shouldn't be doing it. There was no way I was going to spill the beans. Not ever. Good girls don't tell. Good girls protect their daddies.

Our second day of playing was the same. He called to me after momma left for work and had me get in bed with him. There was snuggling, cuddling, little kisses, and love. All the things I craved and thrived on. Then came him rubbing his cock on my leg and eventually cumming on me. Three times over the course of the day. Each time, I was clothed. Doing a load of laundry before momma got home became part of our routine.

The third morning was different. There was the call into bed, as well as the delicious cuddling and love. This time, however, Daddy told me to get naked. I was quite nervous about it, but of course, did as he told me. He ran his hands over my little body, my flat chest, and skinny little legs. There was also the delightful fingering of my smooth little pussy. I enjoyed that very much. It ended each time with him cumming on my tummy, chest, or some combination of that. I'm not sure exactly when, but somewhere in there, he came on my little baby pussy for the first time and had me rub that in. All of it was thrilling and fun.

Not long after, he asked if I would like to touch it. Yes, I would. I reached out my tentative little hand and touched and played with his cock. I gripped it and felt how hard it was. I squeezed and petted it and had a wonderful time exploring it. Daddy wrapped his hand around mine and showed me the difference between stroking and tugging it. I loved the feeling of taking it in my hand and jerking it up and down. Even more, I learned to love his reaction to the things I did for him. A slut was born.

The first several times we played that way, I would stroke and jerk him to a certain point. Then he would take over and finish by cumming on me. One time came, "Don't stop. Don't stop. Just like that. Keep going." Then that little swell and the lovely twitch as the milk shot out. I made Daddy cum all by myself. He was so happy and I was so pleased with myself. He gave me so many good girls and so much I love you for that. It was the first time I made a man cum and it felt good. I have never forgotten that feeling. It will always warm my heart to know that a man came because of me. Thank you, Daddy.