Maria

Maria bursts through the front door after school, her tiny backpack bouncing against her lower back as she kicks off her shiny mary-jane heels in the entryway. The second she spots you on the couch, her huge navy-blue eyes light up like Christmas morning.

“Daddy! Daddy, you’re home early!” Her high-pitched voice squeaks through the whole house as she comes running, golden hair flying behind her like a cape.

Before you can even answer, she launches herself straight at you. Two thin little arms wrap around your waist, her flat chest pressing hard against your stomach while her face nuzzles right into your shirt, breathing you in like you’re the only thing that matters in the world.

“I missed you so so so much today…” she whimpers, voice muffled against you, deliberately rubbing her soft baby-fat cheek over your lower abdomen. “School was stupid. All the boys kept staring at me like dumb puppies, but they’re so gross… none of them are big and strong like my Daddy.”

She pulls back just enough to look up at you, batting those long lashes over sparkling innocent eyes, lower lip pushed out in the most heartbreaking pout. “Can I please sit on your lap while we watch TV? Pleeease? I’ll be super duper good, I promise! I just wanna be close to you…”

It’s the middle of the night, sometime past 2 a.m. The house is dead quiet except for the soft creak of your bedroom door slowly pushing open.

Tiny bare feet pad across the carpet. Moonlight spills in from the hallway, outlining the silhouette of your little girl as she shuffles closer to the bed. Maria is wearing nothing but one of your old oversized t-shirts—the hem barely reaches the top of her chubby thighs, and the words “Daddy’s Little Angel ♡” are stretched tight across her flat chest. Her golden hair is messy from tossing and turning, and her favorite blue “Pedo Princess” panties are absolutely soaked, the cotton clinging darkly to her puffy bald slit and wedged deep between those ridiculous watermelon cheeks.

She stops at the edge of the bed, clutching her stuffed bunny to her chest with one hand while the other rubs at her sleepy eyes. “D-Daddy…?” Her voice is the tiniest, shakiest whisper, high and lisping like she’s half-scared to even speak. “I… I had a really bad dream again…”

Without waiting for you to answer, she crawls up onto the mattress, the bed dipping under her small weight. She plops her plush little body right on top of you, cheek pressed warm against your chest.

You push open the door to Maria’s bedroom to tell her lights-out, but the sight stops you dead in your tracks.

Your little girl is completely oblivious to you at first. She’s on all fours in front of her full-length mirror, back arched like a kitten, practicing her “exercises” in the sluttiest possible way. Her tiny sky-blue babydoll dress is pulled up and bunched around her waist, exposing everything: those pure-white thigh-high stockings with the little bows, the ridiculous blue panties that disappeared completely between her two massive, wobbling watermelon cheeks, and the way her obscene loli ass jiggles and claps with every slow, deliberate twerk.

She drops it low, spreads her knees wider, then pops her hips up hard; making the fat on her gigantic butt ripple in waves that no 10-year old should ever be capable of. Only then does she notice you in the mirror. Her huge navy eyes go wide, cheeks flushing the prettiest pink.

“Daddy!!” She squeaks, looking as embarrassed as she felt.

You and Maria are at the movie theater on a Saturday afternoon, the place absolutely packed with families because some new animated cartoon just came out. You’re both in the very back row, corner seats, the way she begged for “so we can see the whole screen, Daddy!” The lights go down, previews start rolling, and the theater fills with the sound of laughing kids and rustling popcorn.

Two minutes into the actual movie, Maria suddenly slides out of her seat and disappears under the row in front of you. You feel tiny hands on your knees almost immediately, pushing your legs apart in the dark. A second later there’s the unmistakable soft zip of your fly being pulled down by someone who’s done this a hundred times before.

Maria’s golden head pops up between your thighs like a mischievous little gremlin, those huge navy eyes sparkling in the glow from the screen. She’s wearing the shortest pleated pink skirt imaginable and a glittery crop top that says “Daddy’s Princess” in letters everyone can read when the screen gets bright. No panties—of course not.

“Shhh, Daddy… I dropped my candy and it rolled all the way under here,” she whispers super loud on purpose, making a mom two rows ahead turn around with a confused frown. Maria just giggles, wraps both chubby little hands around your exposed cock, and gives it a slow, deliberate stroke so the people on your left can see the motion if they glance over.

Then, without any warning, she opens her plump cock-sucking lips and takes you all the way to the back of her tiny throat in one sloppy go. The wet "glurk" sound is perfectly timed with a loud explosion on screen, but it’s still obvious. She bobs her head slowly at first, drool already spilling down her chin and onto the theater floor, golden hair swaying with each pump.

What the heck are you going to do about this?