Escort Diaries: Bedtime Stories


Disclaimer: This fantasy story deals with some subject matter that might be too graphic for some audiences. It’s all just dd/dlg fantasies.


Sitting in the bedroom, the walls painted pink. The bed was covered in teddy bears that would reflect innocence. Even the smell of cotton candy that seemed to flow through the air duct system was a sign on youth and wonder. As she sat there in a dress made for a prepubescent age. He asked her to place her hair in ponytails, and apply large pink bows to the highest part. Pink everywhere, even the panties he picked out for her were white, with pink hearts and flowers.

Valentines weekend and a Daddy date. So much planning went into this. I got the information a week ago, and have spent time shopping for our special night. I even researched using a voice that would be age appropriate for this time. Lingo that would be used, and some actions that would best fit the date. I am a perfectionist. I must be the best at everything I do.

I could smell him as he walked up the stairs to the bedroom. In his cologne wasn’t a dead giveaway, the sounds of his feet on the hard wood floor would be. Each step closer to the door had me more in character. My feet swinging from the bed, shoes dangling from the tips of my toes. I even took a cherry lolly and slipped it between my lips. The sweetness shocking my usual junk food free mouth with a taste of childhood delight. I was suddenly understanding the fetish of dd/dlg more and more.

“Is that my pretty little Princess sitting there looking so delectable?”

I nodded to him, my fingers now twirling that sucker over my glossed lips. It was fully innocent, but I’m sure to him, I was the perfect daughter for his twisted fantasies. I love naughty little roleplays that let me take a walk into the past, or into a life of another. Seems a bit dirtier when they are so taboo like this one is.

“Daddy, come sit on the bed with me. I got a story for you.”

The room filled with giggles, and my voice though already young, dropped to a level that scared even me. I can sound freaky young when the story pulls me in. This time, I knew I would drop to a level that freaked him out. Today I was just going to be a story teller and stroke his cock while he listened. A naughty little bedtime story from a seductive minx.

Once upon a dream, there was a little girl whom loved her Daddy so much, that she became the only woman in his life. Mommy would get jealous of this girl, but she knew that to keep her husband, she would have to overlook things. Thankfully extra shopping trips, vacations alone, and the need to be taken care of ran deep. She closed her eyes to the deepening bong of Father and Daughter.

“Mommy went out tonight Daddy. She said she wouldn’t be home till tomorrow. Does that mean I get to sleep in the big bed tonight?”

Her eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning. Bright orbs the resembled the color of the ocean watched the face of her Father. Wonder and lust flowed within her veins. She was the perfect creation, and just what a Man who craved innocence needed. They named her Lolita when she was born. It was a preview of things to come.

A Lolita is defined as a sexually precocious young girl.

“Of course, Princess. Anything you want, you get. You already know that I am your puppet, and you are my marionette.”

She wiggled her nimble little fingers over his zipper in approval. Lola loved being called that name though she knew she would always please her Papa. Nails painted a soft shade of pink, the littlest finger nail adorned with a tiny white flower. She loved having manicures, and though her Mother took her, she always asked her Dad what color he would prefer on her this week. Even Mommy didn’t do that. She was too selfish to worry about the feelings of others.

Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, the soft pillow clenched tight. It was only then did those ittty bitty digits worked their way to inching the 100-teethed zipper down. One, then another, she didn’t stop till running out of that barrier that held her Fathers manhood in confining restriction. No soon had she broke the seal than the massive demon broke free from his pants. Was he bad for doing this? Or did he feed into the needs of this budding young succubus? Maybe a bit of both.

A large contrast in size, her hand would barely fit half way around his massive weapon. Guiding her with whispers, she placed her palm at the base of his shaft, pressing tight to that thick underbelly vein. The moment she applied pressure, a drop of ejaculatory fluid seeped from the tiny eye on the head. Giggling, her cerulean hues focused on the head, her hand pushing upward to force pre-cum to the slit.  Smirking as the little waif of a girl leaned down, her tongue collected up the donation. Curling the muscle, a pool of fluid settled in the curve. Not having anything else to compare the taste to, he deemed her Daddy to have the best candy in the world. It would be later in life when he shared his secret with other Men.

“Daddy, do you remember the very first time I seen you doing this? The night you taught me how to take your cock into my mouth?”

She was referring to masturbating. He was on her bed and holding a pair of soil panties to his nose, and stroking his cock with another pair. His eyes closed tight, she would watch for a full five minutes before being caught. Unlike the usually frightened Man, he called her into the room and allowed her to view his self-pleasure.

“Do you like what you see Princess? Pull your dress up a bit for Daddy. I need to see that little cookie of yours.”

Of course, I did as I was told. I had not knowledge that this was wrong. If you raise a person to think the world is bad, they will see it all as bad. I was raised to see sex as something a Man and Woman do for pleasure. It wasn’t the first time I had seen him naked, but in this setting, I was amazed. Why did he have my panties and not my Mothers? Should he be getting all that stuff on my pretty pink pair? I was mesmerized by the sight in front of me.

“I do. I want to watch Daddy.”

For what seemed like hours, I sat on my knees in the floor doing just that. Watching. It would only be moments, before he suggested my hand replace his. At first, he placed my smaller hand to his as if to show the difference in size. It was only when he placed those tiny digits on his cock, and stretch them around, that I knew I was masturbating him.

“That’s a very good girl. You’ve made Daddy so happy baby girl. Now stroke like I did. Make me feel good pumpkin.”

Who wouldn’t want all these terms of endearment used on them? I’m only human and I seek the attention and praise from others. Sliding up, and down the shaft, my fingers tingled with excitement. I was forcing that slit to seep precum fluids, not even knowing the was something that happened when you did it right. For some reason, I wanted to lick it, but I didn’t. Not this time at least. Later when alone I would lick my fingers though. I would still taste the residue of his cream under my nails. I guess that was the night I became addicted to the taste of a Man.

“Here it comes baby. Watch baby!”

Suddenly, the slit shot out massive streams of fluid. Milky white, and thick, my eyes widened as I watched this volcano explode in front of me. Opening my mouth wide, not to catch it, but in shock. He seemed to cum a gallon as the bubbling fluid ran down my fingers. It was warm, and the more the ejaculated, the more I wanted to catch. I fell in love with masturbating my Daddy that day, and he became addicted to his Princess jacking him off.

Jumping off the bed, smiling, Storytime was over for this dirty Daddy, but he came back the next day for another bedtime story with Bianca. ©


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I love a man who can find my dirty little secrets and force me to confess them all. All this beauty doesn’t come without brains. Top of my class, I started college at the age of 16, and am very savvy to the ways of the world. Most that I attend to are the CEO types. They demand a girl with brains as well as the outer package. Nothing is sexier on a Male, or Female, then an intelligent mind! A pretty girl with a filthy mouth is always a keeper. Well that’s what my Mother would whisper to me as she tucked me in bed at night.

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