present ever.
“Should we try it on?” I giggled because Daddy made it sound like my dick was a new shirt or
something. But yeah, I definitely wanted to see what it would look like. I nodded. “In here or the
bathroom?”
“Here,” I said. I didn’t want to go anywhere. And once it was on, I didn’t want to waste any time.
I was going to jerk off using a dick I could wrap my whole hand around! “How do I do it?”
“Would you be opposed to me helping you?” Daddy sounded tentative. It was strange because he
was usually the confident one. I offered my dick to him. I swore I could feel it in my attached dick
when he started playing with the holy-shit-realistic foreskin.
I straddled his lap, bending down so I could kiss him. I held his face in my hands and pressed my
lips gently to his. Then, it dawned on me… “Is this why you wanted to shave me last night?”
Shaving wasn’t anything unusual for us, but it wasn’t something we ever did on a school night
because Daddy liked to take his time with shaving and bath and sex.
Daddy nodded. “I didn’t want it to hurt when we take it off.”
“Always taking such good care of me.” I kissed him again before hopping off the bed. I stumbled
because it was a big drop now that he had the pedestals on the bed. I’d done so much research when
I’d been looking for dicks—thinking Ineededone if I ever wanted to be viewed as a real man—that I
knew exactly what needed to be done. Plus, once we had my stuff taken care of, I planned on
pampering Daddy a little, too.
If I wasn’t so eager, I’d suggest we take a bath together. But no way would my patience last that
long now that I knew I was going to get to make him feel as good as he always made me feel.
I returned to the bed with a small bowl of soapy water and one of the super soft washcloths
Daddy bought for me. I handed them to him before laying down on the bed. “I’m ready for my dick,
Daddy.”
He laughed and shook his head as he dipped the washcloth into the water. It was a little too warm
right now, but I wanted to make sure it wasn’t cold by the time it was his turn. I shimmied out of my
undies and tossed them toward the hamper. Daddy could scold me later and make me pick them up.
Right now, I couldn’t be bothered.
He tookforevercleaning me. The thin layer of adhesive burned, but I breathed through the pain,
telling myself it would be more than worth it soon. I thought I was going to lose my mind when he got
