Daddy's Little Lamb

Chapter 3

[Warning: This chapter contains disturbing and sexually explicit scenes that are not suitable for very young audiences. Reader discretion is advised.]

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The sound of light footsteps filled the corridor. A small shadow treks through the darkness and trails the rough wall. It continued to stride forward while mumbling numbers to itself.

After reaching the count of 129 steps, it stopped in front of a door. Like a thief in the night, it turned the latch. The creaking noise coming from the opening door was immediately overlapped by the booming thunder.

The streaks of lightning could be seen flashing through the open windows of Stanley’s room, accompanied by the sound of thunderclaps that woke him up from his slumber.

He rubbed his eyes, wanting to stay awake, but the comfort of the warm bed pulled him down like a magnet. He rubbed his eyes once again trying to get ahold of his non-existent will to leave bed. But the cold weather just made him shrink beneath the soft blanket.

“Five more minutes.” He mumbled and started to doze off again.

Stanley remained clueless under the watchful eye of the girl standing at the corner of his bed, looking intently at his face. Slowly, the girl walked closer to him, but her eyes remained fixated on the man who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Her midnight hair swayed with the gust of wind coming from the open window, scattering it wildly on her pale countenance which she did not bother to fix. Her pale body glowed draped in the curtain of her long hair, resulting in an uncanny image reminiscent of the girl from the well.

She pulled up the cover slightly, exposing the man’s feet. He shivered slightly at the sudden chill, but still remained asleep. The girl slipped beneath the covers without his awareness. She gradually crept her way inside his blanket and slid her cold hand inside the

man’s shirt.

Stanley felt something squirming under the sheet and touching his bareness from his lower abdomen to his chest. The icy yet soothing sensation ran over his body down to his side. Slowly it moved downwards and settled above his crotch, gently kneading him above the tiny piece of fabric.

The girl traced the man’s body with her fingers inside the pitch-black cover and then she pulled down his pants a little, revealing his homeboy which immediately saluted her in the face. Without a source of light, she inevitably rubbed her face against his shaft.

At first, she was astonished and almost backed away, but then the scent of musk entered her nostrils.

‘This smell…’

The girl holds his p***s and starts sniffing him off. Her fuzzy mind made her unable to think straight and start rubbing him as if it was the most natural course of action.

“Argh…” groans of pleasure echoed inside the room.

Thinking that it was yet another wet dream, Stanley pays no heed to the realistic sensation as he succumbs to his desire. Unconsciously, he took off the blanket and grabbed the girl’s hair, tucking all of it behind her head.

He guided her mouth closer to his c**k and made her gobble it up like a popsicle stick.

“s**t! That’s it, swirl your tongue around it while blowing me.” he was talking while asleep and breathing erratically.

In his dream, a girl whom he couldn’t see the face of was giving him a head. A sense of familiarity was hinting him something, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

Besides, his attention was being pulled by the heat and wetness of the girl’s tongue. Although her teeth sometimes grazed on his d**k, which made it a little unpleasant, the feeling of her soft lips wrapped around him made it all worthwhile.

“Argh! If only this wasn’t a dream, I would teach you the proper technique,” he said regrettably.

“Real…ly?” the girl answered in a muffled voice between blows.

‘Woah! She’s even answering as if she has her own will.’ Stanley thought.

“That’s…ugh! Only if you let me come inside your mouth and swallow my load.” Stanley teased after the girl in his dreams piqued his interest.

‘As if you would say no, this is my dream!’ He almost laughed at his foolishness.

The girl did not give an immediate response but, as expected, a few moments later, she nodded her head and gave her approval.

“Okay, I will.”

The girl’s affirmation lit up the fire in Stanley’s core. How long has it been since she last banged a girl? He’s practically a living monk and now he even gets aroused in his wet dreams!

His hand darted on the girl’s head, guiding her to meet every thrust he made. The flapping sound resonated inside the room accompanied by the sambals of his groans.

“Ack! Ack! Ack!”

The girl’s eyes brimmed in the darkness, but the man wasn’t fazed as he couldn’t even see them. Her nails dug into his arms as he continued to sway his hips back and forth inside her mouth.

“s**t! I’m about to come!”

Stanley moved his hips faster and faster, as if nearing his wits' end. He shoves his c**k deeper, wanting to reach the back of the girl’s throat and giving him euphoria. Finally, with one deep thrust, his fluid burst in her throat, making the breathless girl swallow his load.

“Aaargh! f**k!” he cursed in ecstasy.

Stanley slowly opened his eyes after reaching the heavens. Beads of sweat covered his forehead after the tiresome yet pleasurable moment. The corners of his mouth rose as he remembered how great it felt.

“That was a very wild dream,” he commented. “Too bad it was just a dream.”

“She’s basically an amateur but it felt really good. I wonder how it would feel inside her.”

Stanley slapped his head a little to put some sense into his lustful head.

Is this the effect of not being laid down for so long? Damn bastard! You got yourself a daughter to take off but didn’t get a wife.

“Right, Rhian’s afraid of the dark. I should check---”

Stanley jolted and straightened his back with eyes wide open after touching a round hairy ball above his lower half.

The girl who had just recovered from the man’s roughness lifted her head. By the time they met each other’s eyes, a streak of lightning crossed the night sky. Illuminating her ghastly and pale complexion due to the cold and covered in her disheveled long black hair that resembled a ghost.

Stanley’s face turned pale in an instant, especially when the shadow of the girl moved closer and brushed her freezing hand against him.

He didn’t believe in those kinds of s**t, but at that moment, Stanley had a realization upon touching her skin that it was devoid of any warmth.

“Maduhfakah!” he screamed and pushed her away from him.

A lecherous spirit descended and wanted to take advantage of him!

He was ready to strike the ‘lecherous spirit’ but then, the girl suddenly spoke.

“Honey, why did you push me?” she sounded aggrieved.

H-honey!?