Amy and the Firefighter – Chapter Four
When I woke up, Daddy was packing his suitcase.
“Well good morning LittleOne. Ready to go home?”
My eyes started to well up with tears.
“No Daddy. I don’t wanna go home. Not yet.”
I began to cry louder. And louder. Missy heard me from somewhere else in the house and came in.
“What’s wrong?” she asked Daddy.
“She’s not ready to go home.”
Missy turned to me. “Awww, you are so sweet. Come here. Give me a hug.”
I ran, diaper full and swollen and hugged Missy with all my might, as if she could anchor me here.
“I have a going away present for you.”
And like a light switch, my crying stopped.
“A present?”
“Yes.”
“Can I see?”
Missy smiled that smile. She left the room and returned.
“Well, first, for big girls that don’t cry… I got you this.”
Missy pulled an oversized pacifier from behind her back. My eyes lit up. She held it out and I took it in my mouth, sucking.
“Then, for REALLY good girls… I have this.”
Missy stepped out of the room and back with a laundry basket piled high with white cotton.
“What’s THAT?” I said, a little garbled by the pacifier.
“Punkin’, that is a whole bunch of brand new cloth diapers.”
My eyes were wide as saucers. I think I may have squealed a little.
“And this,” she said, pulling out a clear pair of plastic pants. “This will go over them to keep your bed dry.”
She handed me the plastic pants. It had little cartoon ducks wearing diapers on it. I smiled at her.
“Can I put them on now?”
“Of course, Punkin.”
I laid back and Missy walked over and sat next to me on the bed. She opened my diaper for the last time. I lifted and she retrieved it and slid in a new fluffy cotton diaper. I nestled into it.
“It’s warm.”
“They just came out of the dryer.”
She pulled the corners together and pinned them in place. It was puffy and soft. And it was even bulkier between my legs than the new disposables.
“Feet up, Little Bit.”
I lifted my feet in the air and she threaded my legs through the holes in the plastic pants, pulling them down. I lifted my hips and she snugged them into place.
“I love them Aunt Missy. Thanks.”
She hugged me, as Daddy was gathering the last of our things. We walked to the car. I waved madly from my child seat as we pulled away.
The return trip was quiet. I sucked my pacifier and sort of stewed — knowing I was about to have to say goodbye. I knew it wasn’t his fault, but it seemed easier to be pouty and blame him. When we arrived at my apartment, Daddy got out, took my hand and we walked up the stairs to my door. What a difference a few days had made. When I had left I was tortured thinking someone would magically know I had a diaper on under my sweat pants. When I returned I was walking up the stairs, pacifier in mouth, wearing only a pink “Princess” shirt and cloth diapers.
Daddy let me in to my apartment. He sat down my diaper bag on a table.
“I am going to have to get on the road. I really enjoyed our time,” he said in a normal voice — the kind of voice you use when talking to an adult friend.
“Wait, Daddy. Change me one last time?”
His voice softened. “But you’re not even wet, Sweetie.”
I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. I tugged at his shirt, pulling ineffectively every direction but up like a child trying to remove it. He got the message and took it off.
“Lay down, Daddy.”
Daddy laid down. I crawled across the bed with a smirk and crawled on top of him. I kept crawling until I was straddling his chest, nipple high. I sat on his chest. I removed my shirt and sat there on him, wearing only the diaper. I closed my eyes and relaxed. First there was a trickle. I could feel it wicking away into the cotton. A little dripped across my pussy lips and vanished. A little more. I could feel a little cotton, hot with my pee, start to stick to my privates. Daddy’s eyes stared intently as he started seeing a dark, yellowish spot start to appear. And then it really started. The wetness spread: 3 inches across; 4 inches; 5 inches. He began to feel the warm flush of it on his chest as the wet got bigger and bigger. And then it was just mostly wet from mid diaper down. Drips started dripping off the diaper and onto the plastic pants, and puddles formed inside them at each leg. It was a big one, lasting well over a minute.
I gave him a sinister smile and wiggled left to right, breaking the seal between my leg and the plastic pants. Two little rivers of pee came out — one on heach side. They streamed down the sides of his chest and some flowed across his chest to his shoulders.
My pussy was on fire. It had been itching and acheing since the day he first diapered me. I was dying for him.
“Fuck me. Pwease,” I said in a tiny voice.
“I don’t know Babydoll, are you sure?” he teased back.
“Pleeease.”
“Please what?”
“Pwease fuck me, Daddy.”
“Where?”
I held my hand on the outside of my hot wet diaper.
“Here, Daddy.”
“Not here?” he asked, playfully grabbing the flesh of my ass.
“No, here.” I said, moving his hand to the front.
“What is that?”
“My hooha.”
“What do you want me to do with your hooha?”
“I want you to put your peenie in it. Please. PLEASE.”
Daddy gently pushed me off his chest and onto my back. He lifted the plastic panties away and unpinned the diaper. He opened the soggy diaper and left me sitting in it. He quickly discarded his own pants and underwear and his cock was at full attention.
“Now show me. What goes where?”
“I want you to put this,” I said, playfully pulling on his cock. “In my hooha.” I opened my legs and then spread my lips slightly with my fingers, showing him my opened pussy. His teasing made me ache more. I was clearly wet.
“Here?” he said, running a single finger along the glistening entrance of my vagina.
“Yes. Please.”
“Not here?” he said, sliding his now wet finger in my mouth.
“No.”
“Not here?” he said, running the finger along my ass crack and gently touching my asshole.
“No… fuck me. Fuck my babycunt.”
Daddy knelt above me and slowly (painfully slowly if you ask me) lowered himself. I felt the tip of his cock touch me, just barely right at the opening of my pussy. I wiggled and moved my hips, trying to get at him, but he stayed right there, just out of reach….
Until he didn’t. He suddenly pushed his entire cock fully inside me, filling me. My pussy had felt more empty than it ever had felt. And now I felt him open me and fill me. I moaned loudly. I wasn’t going to last long. I had had days of teasing and foreplay.
He lay still there and I enjoyed the feeling. My babycunt pulsed around him.. waiting… ready to cum at almost any time. He slowly started to move and I moaned a low moan. He moved more… in and out and my moans rose. I wasn’t going to make a minute. He started fucking me…. HARD. Slapping into me… I could feel his balls hitting me. My entire body went rigid and I squealed. The waves of cum kept hitting me… over and over.
“Did you like that Little One?”
I nodded. I wasn’t sure I could talk yet.
“Daddy’s not quite done yet.”
I hate to tinerrupt my own story, but I feel like I need to describe the mental gymnastics that were going on in my brain. We had had several chats in the past… and he had cleaned me up countless times over the past few days… and then there was the method of his foreplay. I was near 100% sure what Daddy wanted most of all had to do with anal. It isn;’t something I have ever done and … I was more than a little nervous about it. But I also knew that my time here was very limited. And I was pretty sure it was not something he would ask for.
I put on my best coy face and said in a tiny voice, “Daddy…”
He stopped thrusting and said “Yes, LittleBit?”
I looked away… bit my lip a little…
“Nevermind…”
“What is it.”
“It’s just…”
“Tell me.”
“Can you put it… …in my bottom?”
The look on his face was very surprised. He raised up off of me and said “Show me what you mean.”
I turned over onto all fours and showed him my ass.
“No. Show me.”
I rested the front of my body on my shoulders and reached back with my hands, spreading my cheeks. My asshole was staring right at him, pink and puckered.
“What do you want?”
“Can you put your peepee in my poopoo?”
“Do you want it here?”
With that, Daddy roughly plunged a finger deep inside my pussy. moving it around.
“Noooo. In my poopoo.”
“Here?” And as he said that he pushed that finger in my ass, spreading my own juices around to lubricate me. My muscles clenched involuntarily on him.
“Yes, Daddy. Please.”
I felt him move close behind me. I felt the tip of his cock hold steady against my ass.
“How much do you want, Sweetie? A little bit? Half?”
“Please, Daddy. I want it. Give it to me”
And without further warning, he pushed his cock inside my asshole and buried it to the hilt inside me. For the record, I am not one of those that has fantasies about huge cocks. I have only been with a few guys and they have all been of average size. Daddy is also of average length… but he may be of slightly arger girth. This is really nice when he was fucking me. But when he entered me… it was a bit of a shock. I sort of lost my breath and made a loud grunting noise.
“Are you okay, Sweetie?”
The feelings I was sensing are hard to describe. It hurt a little. It hurt maybe more than a little. But … it was more than that. While he may have been “average length”, it felt like he was three feet long and the girth of a soda can inside me. I had a feeling of “being filled” more than I think I have ever felt. And there was an immense pleasure aspect in play, too…. one I had NEVER felt before. I knew I didn’t want him to stop.
My muscles down there were spasming. I wasn’t cumming… just uncontrollable spasms. My ass would grab his cock hard and let go. Each time I hit the relaxation phase, I could feel a tiny trickle down my left inner thigh as I repeatedly and accidentally wet myself.
My breath was still a little taken from me… all I could say was “mmhmm”
“Are you sure?”
In an attempt to get him to understand… and to believe me, I pushed my ass back hard into him. , making a gutteral sound in my throat. He slowly started to move, pulling a little back… pushing a little forward. With each movement I made a little rusty squeal — like an old broken accorian. He slowly made his way to full thrusts and quickened the pace. When he finally made it up to full speed, my pussy was on fire. I squealed with each pump. I moved my right had down there and gently stroked my clit. It felt like a jolt of electricity and I had a little mini orgasm. The feeling was intense and I had to remove my hand… but as it passed I did it again — having a second mini orgasm. I kept this up, having 4 or 5 of them. My hips must have been moving all over the place. Daddy’s hands grasped my hips firmly and held me as he continued his pace.
I could feel him quickening and could hear him breathing faster. I knew he was close. I wanted to cum once more.. a big one. I rubbed my clit again, hitting the mini orgasm… but kept rubbing. Suddenly I felt like I was exploding inside. My whole body shuddered and shook and I know I was screaming really loud. That’s when Daddy lost it. He pushed deep inside and held it there: twitching.
I was worn out. Daddy eased out of me and laid me down. He cleaned me up with a wipe, put me in a soft cotton diaper and pulled my plastic pants in place. He left momentarily and returned with a warm bottle. He kissed me on the forehead as I began to suckle.
I obviously drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, I was wet and alone. The diaper bag was on the dresser, packed to the brim with fresh supplies. An over flow of supplies was stacked neatly beside it. Even the cloth diapers were freshly laundered. There was a note from Daddy beside it.
“Keep this bag stocked and ready to go. You never know when you will need it.”
The End of Amy and the Firefighter – Chapter Four.
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