In the next room , part two .

Recommended reading the first part.
My life went on as normal until I met Brunna at the academy and began a great friendship like sisters.
Our affinities, our shared secrets and common interests led me to open my heart and reveal the passion I had for my father because I couldn't bear keeping that secret inside of myself alone.
People!!! It was amazing how it had an immediate effect..
Things were starting to work out and everything was working.
Properly instructed, I purposely walked around the house in panties and a bra. And sometimes with short underwear over my belly button to make it easier for Dad's eyes to see me. This showed off my small defenseless body protected only by a thin cloth that barely covered my baby skin, yet on top of such tiny pants was extremely tight that warmed up my skirt forming a large package which attracted his gaze like hypnosis.
My little sketch was still very small, even though I had already experienced a sparkle and it wasn't really an actual one. It didn't have many hairs and the few that adorned my parakeet...
And my little bundle also contributed to that ritual of seduction, greedy she swallowed the dental floss making this strip of fabric which served only as a decorative ornament behind and did not protect anything at all get punched into my arse.
Very discreet and cautious dad kept an extreme care so that I did not notice his gaze fixed on my sketch broken in half, protected behind a tiny panties, but I already knew and pretended childish naivety which only increased their excitement and desire.
He stared at my sketch obsessively full of hunger and desire, and I allowed myself to be glimpsed without embarrassing him.
That was the period when we got closer and became more intimate.
Our desire for each other was so clear and distinct that we established visual communication by exchanging glances and smiles in a very discreet way, which my mother did not understand.
On one occasion, after a long time of flirting with my father without going beyond that, Mother brought news which would change my life forever.
- My beloved I have news to tell you... ..I've reached the double diamond level in Hinode and will travel around Brazil besides going on a cruise.
I had no idea what that meant, but it was clear to me that I would be alone with my father in this house indefinitely for the duration of my mother's professional adventure.
I jumped into my mom's arms, congratulating her on her success. But the truth is that I was euphoric because...
Mom would spend about three months traveling the country through Hinode, giving motivational speeches while I'd be in the claws and clutch of Dad, the hungry lion of the house.
I'd have to take care of the beast like Mommy was asking, feed it and keep it satiated so that he wouldn't have to hunt outside.
Mom said it as a joke, but I took it seriously.
- Daughter take good care of my little lion..
That's what she called him because he was a beast in bed.
It didn't even cross her mind that I knew why she called him that.
I don't even want to imagine my little lion coming out at night and eating crap in the street.
Mom used that metaphor to try and fool me, but I wasn't as innocent as she thought.
- She keeps making his food on time and she makes your father eat healthy things. And no soda, just plain juice...
Quietly, thoughtfully and intently imagining all sorts of whoring I would do with my father's pencil. And paying close attention to every word and instruction she gave me about caring for Dad during that long period when I was going to take his place in everything especially the bed...
I'll satisfy his hunger right away, he will eat well until you return.
Listening to mom talk and talking my "little girl" blinked, throbbed and spat happiness from inside of my panties.
The same day that Mom traveled, the same night I waited for Dad to come home like never before.
The time for my little sketch to enter the stick seemed never to come and the day took me agonizing almost crying because of that parrot, my anxiety consumed every second waiting father.
I was hallucinating calling from time to time bothering, but Ale would fall into laughter and laugh at me saying..
Today is a special day, we can't be in any hurry... dad will take you to the mall and then I'll eat this delicious morsel better than when your mother eats it.
When he said that I couldn't stand it and got excited letting tears run down my face asking..
I don't want to be dreaming.
He told me to calm down.
We went to the mall and we got a movie, then a really fancy restaurant.
I was living a fairy tale.
When we left, my dad took me to a five-star motel and asked for the presidential suite.
I trembled with anxiety and excitement. My heart was pounding, my body shivered at his every pulse...
I was completely fascinated when he said..
- When we men really want a little squeeze, agent does everything to get it. He spends time and money just to eat...
We walked into the beautiful, wonderful suite and immediately her hands caressed my entire body as she kissed me gently on the neck.
My skin shivered and I sighed and had spasms from the out-of-control breathing.
With her hands, one on each side of my face, she held two strands of hair and smelled deeply complimenting my perfume as she lowered her head slowly until touching the thin skin of my neck with her lips and kiss.
In that hour I closed my eyes, sighed deeply lifting up the head and throwing it back almost leaning on his shoulders while feeling a shock which shivered all over my skin.
My sigh produced the sound of a gentle moan and Dad continued with that caress which had taken me to heaven...
My little sketch catching fire and spitting saliva and milk into the bottom of my panties, while my body was lying on that wonderful bed.
Dad said quietly in my ear like a whisper.
Welcome to the lion's den, where lions eat their prey.
Stupid and with her head spinning from such pleasure I still heard his hoarse voice whispering in my ear asking for a secret.
- Never tell your mother about this.
Completely surrendered and whispering I swore never to do that..
So he said..
- It's time for that little sketch to meet his daddy.
Slowly he laid me down on the wonderful bed that looked like a cloud so soft..
Dad sat on the bed next to my dead body.
One of her hands rested on the mattress, tilting its body almost to my side. The other hand slid gently across my belly and slowly climbed up into my breasts with delicate pinches caressing my nipples.
Dad lost himself in time and minutes caressing me, watching my body twisting like a snake on the bed, making me sigh and groan with his strokes.
I would whisper his name in my head for a long time.
- Whoa whoa!
He smiled with the corner of his lips without showing his teeth and full of happiness on his face, because he knew that would eat such a young sketch..
I could feel my desperate, pulsating doodle synchronized with the beating of my heart.
At this point it looked like I just peed in my underwear which was all wet and soaked with my fluid.
Dad, bending his body over a part of me... would put his beak to my ear and nibble on the tip of my ear.
I moaned.
- I'm hot, Dad. Turn on the air conditioning and...
But he blushed and said...
No, I want you to sweat every drop of it... feel the salty taste in your mouth and drink every last drop that flows from this little body.
Every caress that I got made my little body twist and stretch all writhing until I shrunk into a tiny snail all horny already begging for his dick in my pocket.
Just out of spite to prolong my sweet agony by preventing me from begging and pleading for his dick, Dad kissed my mouth.
In that hour my whole body went weak for ever like a blackout, an energy drop, as if I'd been turned off for a moment..
My tongue was simply beaten by his teeth and a serpent-like tongue inside my mouth.
My mouth filled with saliva, and he swallowed all my fluid until it almost dried out.
I wanted to take a breath, but my mouth was stuck in hers and with our little clammy mouths I groaned more.
My little body curling up on the bed caused my dress to fall sideways and my breast, which was neither big nor small but two tiny buttons were exposed and helpless.
Dad then gently grabbed the breast that had slipped out of his dress and bit down on it, sliding his tongue all over my cheekbone, bathing me in his saliva and ripping off my first sobbing scream.
My body contracted and shrunk as my father, full of willpower and excitement moved forward with more desire sucking deliciously, nibbling and squeezing hard on his pecker with his lips leaving the skin around it all red because my skin is so white.
My body, helpless and vulnerable to his caresses... I would urinate drops of lubricating milk and honey... licking and drooling on the lips of my little face.
Suddenly, Dad reached out his arm and pressed a button on the head of my bed.
And so, in the face of all this torture I was driven to despair and couldn't stand it any longer.
Please, Daddy... get me out of here!
But he laughed and said..
She can't take any more affection; I will eat and end all this agony.
I moaned as if in tears of excitement, like a dengue baby while feeling my body tremble. While Dad prepared me for the long-awaited blowjob...
My little mouth said things I thought and my mind didn't release, every word was just unexpected.
- I love you dad!! i love you! i give you my little sketch!! she's just your daddy!! you can eat her whenever you want..
Mad and seized by desire, I suddenly felt his ringing finger touch my little nipple for the first time. Still above the cloth of my panties... ..and in a pleasant fright, my body gave a spasm accompanied with an acute hoarse sob..
His mouth slowly descended, kissing every bit of skin on my rib while my body subtly rolled over to the side.
My dress swelled up around my waist like a belt, no longer covering or protecting any part of my body and Dad came down to me.
The little strip of underwear that was all buried inside my ass, Dad pulled it with his teeth.
He exclaimed that it smells good of booty sketch!!!
I was stunned at that moment with a blush of shame and shy laughter...
He kissed me slowly turning my body until I was in the position of giving birth all open before his face...
I bent over and watched Dad slowly take off my panties.
And then he came kissing my thigh slowly down to my groin.
I was breathing heavily and gasping stared at his face waiting for something more and he surprised me after sniffing over the gap of my xotinha with a tongue kiss...
Dad said:
- Let me dry that cream off.
And he started sliding his tongue between the lips of my cheekbone from bottom to top, driving me crazy.
I could feel his tongue pressing half-strength between the lips of my cheek, creeping upward slowly making me twist and convulse like a snake.
My little sketch!
He would punish me by torturing my body with that unforgettable blow job.
I could not remain silent much less still for a moment; I felt my body losing its strength until it collapsed on the bed.
My gasping breath emitted a self-sounding sound, like an asthmatic.
My little squirt thanked him for the caress of his tongue by urinating in its mouth droplets of honey, which he drank to the last drop.
Daddy would suck it, not allowing her lips to get all droopy and smudged. He'd make sure she was clean...
That led me to such absurd pressure that I ended up peeing in his face.
I almost died of shame, but he comforted me by thanking me and showing me how much he had loved that pee on his face...
He said:
Now my little wolf has demarcated her territory with that wee, isn't it love?
Continued