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Trick or treating was to begin at six o clock. It's only four fifty five, with mommy currently out of the house because she needed to run another errand or two.
Two year old Tasha is a ball of excitement in her costume, excited for her first time being able to trick or treat with her mommy and daddy.
But not just yet.
“Gimme that pretty smile!”
The camcorder captures that pretty smile perfectly. Little Tasha wobbles a bit on her feet and giggles when she successfully steadies herself.
“Careful baby.” Quentin warns gently, fixing the camera in his hand for a better angle. “Can you twirl for me? Show Daddy your new Halloween costume!”
Tasha does so with absolute obedience, waving her tiny arms around slowly and showing off her olive green dress —akin to Tinker bell, his own personal pretty fairy. The only difference is Tasha looks way more gorgeous than Tinker bell, her dark chocolate skin radiant against the green.
Quentin swallows down a groan when he catches sight of her diaper while she twirls.
“Hold on princess,” he kneels down to her level, his free hand grabbing hold of her waist. “You gotta go potty?”
“No!” Tasha almost looks offended by the question.
“Good. I don't think my big girl needs her diaper for the camera.” With ease, his hand slips underneath her dress to unwrap the diaper. He tosses it aside without care, eager to get his hands back underneath her dress to lift it up.
“Look at you.” He croons the moment the camera gets a steady shot of her puffy pussy. He runs his thumb over her for a few moments before standing tall.
“Daddy wants to see you dance.” is all Quentin has to say before his babygirl does so happily. Young girls like her always needed the attention from their daddies and would do just about anything to get it.
Just her dancing has him erect. It's the cutest thing; her rocking and bouncing on her feet while clapping her hands. Without a care, he brings his free hand to grab at his cock through his jeans, squeezing along the length while he admires his little star.
“Now lift up your dress,” Quentin prompts sweetly, heart beginning to race in his chest as Tasha pauses in mild confusion. “It's okay, princess. I just want to see how pretty you look.”
That comment pleases her. She giggles and grabs at the bottom of her dress with a dramatic flourish before yanking it upward. It's enough to expose her plump pussy, chubby thighs, and soft baby belly. Quentin makes sure to keep the camcorder focused right on her flashing him.
“That's it, my pretty girl. If you turn around and wiggle I'll give you a little treat.” Quentin shivers with filthy excitement when she does so, wiggling and flashing her cute butt to her daddy. She's nice and clean, her skin appearing as soft as a cloud, and he couldn't wait to get his hands on her.
“You're so good for me.” He praises while sinking to his knees behind her. “Come here.”
There's only mild disappointment when she allows her dress to fall and cover her little bits, but with what he had planned, it didn't linger long. She's the prettiest toddler he'd ever laid eyes on, and so fortunate that he could use her innocence against her.
She's too young to know that what daddy does next is taboo. Tasha only sticks her thumb in her mouth when she approaches, watching as Quentin tugs down his zipper and frees his hard dick with one hand. He's always been proud of his size —thick, long, densely veined, an eight inch dark rod of throbbing arousal, equipped with a heavy set of balls and a backdrop of dark hair. Tonight, and for many more nights to come, little Tasha had claim to every inch.
The sight of it doesn't disturb her. She doesn't appear to be in any sort of discomfort, instead curious, a little puzzled. What was daddy doing?
“Wanna touch it?” He coaxes, beckoning with his free hand to come here. “It's a special candy just for you.”
Knowing just what to say always helped. Tasha's eyes light up at the word candy, and she takes another step forward until his cock is nearly poking her in the chest. Quentin strains his hips forward as a silent prompt, and Tasha removes her thumb from her mouth to touch him.
Though fleeting, it's pure bliss. She doesn't grip or yank or snatch, just rests her tiny hand along his shaft. He's sure to capture the very moment it does so he can see their vast size difference for future reference.
“It warm!” Tasha exclaims, beginning to pat him gently.
“Yeah baby. You've got it nice and warm already. There's a special treat inside, all you have to do is suck me for it.”
His free hand reaches to cradle her face. Slowly, he rubs his thumb over her soft lips, nodding in approval when her tongue darts out curiously.
“Mhm.” He removes his hand in favor of gripping his cock. “Now do that right here.”
It takes eight seconds for Tasha to fold herself down until she sits on her knees. Eight seconds of anticipation before his pretty toddler leans in to give the head a tiny lick. His heart’s about to beat out of his ribcage but his body is surprisingly steady in his daughter’s presence. He kneels, strong and tall before her, allowing her to aimlessly lick his dick while he captures everything on camera.
“You like it?” Quentin asks, pleased when she nods slightly and keeps licking.
In a minute, her little mouth successfully wets the tip of his cock. Her licking grows sloppier the more she does it, drool running down her chin and falling to the carpet beneath them. What makes everything so much better is her curious glances upward at him, at the camera too, the question clear in her eyes; where's my treat?
“A faster way to get that treat,” Quentin l begins, reaching to grab her small hand and bringing it up to his shaft. “Is to rub it. Like this, see?”
His large brown hand encompasses her own, gently forcing a grip, moving it to and fro for added stimulation. It forces a soft grunt of pleasure from his throat while he coaches his sexy little girl.
“Put your mouth on it, princess.” He murmurs, gaze half lidded with arousal. “Suck the treat out, too.”
Quentin couldn't be prouder knowing that he had the privilege to teach Tasha the arts of licking, sucking, and stroking. When he pulls his hand back, he's ecstatic to find she's a quick learner, her tiny hand slowly massaging his thickness while her lips wrap around him to suckle. It's definitely not like the head he's received from her mama, or the dangerous throating from a pornstar, but fuck, somehow Tasha had them both beat.
She's a tiny thing, but no less eager to milk her daddy’s big dick. She's not at all worried about putting on a show or flaunting her sexiness while blowing daddy. It's just innocent ignorance, earnest movements of a child willing to work for the treat she’d been promised.
She doesn't moan, which was quite alright with him. The moist sounding suckles, wet licking, her quick breathing and his soft groans are erotic enough.
“Keep doing that, baby. Don't let daddy distract you.” He praises, his hand reaching up out of frame to toy with a nipple through his shirt. The added stimulation sends fire through his lower half and he moans shamelessly.
Little Tasha has no clue how priceless this footage of her would be. Quentin wouldn't show it to another soul of course, but he could already count the many nights of watching it to get off in the near future. Mommy could have fun in her little intimacy break; Quentin had something much better to satisfy him.
He's sure to keep the camera focused even as little tremors of anticipation run through him. His hips give shallow pumps, enough to make his balls stir with an impending orgasm but not enough to hurt her mouth.
“Almost there baby. You'll get your treat.” He promises with a rough grunt.
Tasha can't respond, but the excitement that lights up her features is unmistakable. Now she carelessly slobbers on his throbbing cock, her tiny hand wet with her own spit and his precum while half gripping him. Quentin continues to tweak his nipple, panting heavily at the onslaught of added pleasure. That's when Tasha's tiny mouth gives an earnest suckle, the hardest one so far, hard enough to hollow her cheeks and expose the outline of his fat dick in her mouth.
“Mmf!” Tasha makes her first noise around his cock when he pumps himself forward uncontrollably. Then she goes completely silent.
Her wet gulping and his broken moans of ecstasy are the indicators of his orgasm to the camera.
Quentin shakes before her, keeping a sliver of focus to aim the camera in the right places while he nuts in her toddler mouth. Tasha takes the first few shots like a little champ, swallowing to avoid choking on the fast rushing fluids. The rest is wasted on her pretty face and tiny hands when she pulls away in shock, eyes glued to his dick while it spazzes. Instinctively, his free hand grips the length to stroke through the remainder of his orgasm.
Then he sighs in relief, body slumping, and ends the recording.
In just another thirty minutes, Tasha's diaper is secure around her princess parts, her fairy dress wiped clean of spit and cum, and his secret safe with the spoils of chocolates and her naivety.
What two year old could even begin to explain that she willingly sucked her daddy off?
Even if she wanted to, the excitement of trick or treating was enough to distract his good girl.