The doorbell rings and you excitedly run to the door knowing exactly what has just arrived. The box waiting outside is larger than you expected, but you hurriedly bring it inside and take it to your room, glad that you’re wearing a big sweater and leggings given how cold the parcel is from being out in the cold.

You tear open the flap, and reach inside grabbing the first thing you can; a package of new underwear. A quick rip, and several pairs of panties spill onto your bed. You pick up the top pair, looking at the cute floral design and admiring the style. You decide not to wait, and pull off your leggings quickly and slip the adorable panties on. You stand up in front of the mirror and hold your sweater up so you can see how these fit, and giggle with how perfect they are.

Spinning around to face the delivery box again, you pull out a top with a floral pattern not too different than what you just put on. The top is smaller than you thought it would be, but you remember you did order a smaller size just to be sure it would fit. The top is obviously meant for someone even younger than you are, but you run your hand along the side of the top and then yourself and decide that it will work out just fine. You pull off your big turtleneck and don’t even feel the cold due to your excitement as you put on the springy styled top.

Facing the mirror again, your gaze takes in the puffy sleeves and the way even your small breasts push out against the cupped scoop and seem fuller, the tops rounded and inviting above the fabric. The flaring of the top combined with the small size exposes your tummy and the curve of your hips. You marvel at how this child’s top makes your body look even more grown up than you would’ve thought.

You dump out the remainder of the box, unable to wait to see what else came. Your eyes are drawn to some accessories, some socks, and shoes, and you immediately add those to your impromptu outfit. As you finished putting these new items on, you stand in front of the mirror one last time. Nodding to yourself, you march to the door and down the hall.

He’s working. You can hear him typing through the door. You know you shouldn’t bother him, but you know he was as excited as you about this delivery, so you knock anyway. You get no response, and as you’re about to try again, you hear his voice.

“Come.”

You slip inside his office, and he’s hidden behind a monitor while he works. You hear voices and realized he’s in a meeting, and suddenly feel shy and are glad the camera is facing away from you. His hand appears above the screen and gestures you to the side so he can see you. As you ease into his eye line, he glances over and does a double-take. You can almost feel his eyes travel up and down your body, examining how everything fits you.

He looks you in the eye and says into his microphone.

“I have to run for now, but I’ll check in with everyone on this later.”

He abruptly ends his meeting. He stands up and comes over to you. He lifts the edge of your top and rubs his fingers against the pattern lightly.

“Such a lovely little flower bouquet. A beautiful doll dressed up just for me?”

Lifting your chin, he tilts head your back and you hold his gaze, smiling at his approval. He slips his hand around yours and guides you over to a sofa. He lets go and uses his hands to grab your hips, placing you directly in front of the couch, centered and facing it. His touch lingers on your bare skin as he circles around you and sits down.

He’s silent as, again, he drinks in every inch of you with his look. He starts at the shoes you’re wearing; mary janes with frilly socks, each with a small bow on the back. Up your legs to the panties you’re wearing, and you know he can see the wetness forming on the front as your excitement increases. He licks his lips slightly as he looks at your belly. As his eyes rest on your tits, pressed up as they are under the shirt with the tops just barely visible, you feel his hands rest on your hips and his fingers wrap around the sides of your waist. He almost meets your eyes, but instead looks at your hair and the ribbons you’ve put it up with, tied in cute bows.

Even though he isn’t looking at your face, yet, you can see the hunger in his eyes. Your body trembles as you revel in his desire and obvious approval. As his eyes come to rest on your lips and then your own eyes, his grip on your hips tightens and he pulls you closer. Your knees touch his, and he pulls even more. Your legs spread, and you climb onto his lap.

You settle into him, hips and bellies touching. His fingers move back and forth between exploring underneath the flare of your top and running over your butt and thighs. Your whole body flushes and the chill you felt earlier is a memory as everything heats up. His warmth flows through you, and you can feel his hardness though the trousers he’s wearing as he grows against your panty covered cunny.

Despite the size difference, sitting like this puts your faces even with each other, and you nuzzle together. His head dips down to kiss your neck and leave small little nibbles there. You relax into him, feeling his breathing increase and almost gushing as he moans into you. He starts moving your hips back and forth, causing the wet spot on your panties to slide along his length, and the pressure and sensation of the cloth forces a gasp from your own mouth.

Your patience grows thinner and thinner. You body needs release. You can tell his does, too. Your hands drop from his shoulders where they found themselves as you sat down to the front of his pants. You pull your head back to look at him.

“Please, sir. May I?”

“You’re a good girl for asking. Go ahead.” The smile on his face as he says this almost makes you faint.

With permission given, you rush to undo his belt, button, and zipper. His fly opens to you, and you reach inside to find your prize. What you pull out is pulsing, hot, and your mouth waters at the sight of it. You lightly stroke him, and he groans into your mouth with a deeps kiss.

Your wrists are grabbed, and he pins them behind you with his hands, forcing your back to straighten up. Using the leverage he has, you’re pulled onto him so that there nothing between your lips and his cock besides the thin panties you’re wearing, which are drenched now. The panties are forced tighter with this new pressure, and you can feel your lips trying to surround him, and your clit is rubbing against his shaft each time he pulls you back and forth.

His mouth comes to your ear. He gives you a little bite on your lobe, and whispers mockingly.

“You’re whimpering, little pet. Are you enjoying rubbing on daddy’s lap?”

You nod, and that simple act of acknowledging the effect he’s having on you pushes you even closer to the edge.

“You naughty little girl. You shouldn’t be rubbing on me like this.”

As he says those words, his control over your movements tightens. You couldn’t stop grinding on him even if you wanted to at this point.

“I can feel your cunt juice leaking through your pretty panties, you dirty girl.”

Each phrase is said softly, teasingly, and so close that you can feel the air from him with each syllable.

“If you’re very good, I’ll let you finish. But you have to ask permission, my pet.”

You’re not sure you can trust your voice. You know you can’t trust the rest of your body. His control over you is overwhelming and delicious. You’re hurtling closer and closer to a huge orgasm.

And he knows.

“Beg.”

The word alone almost sets you off. You’re able to stammer a bit, and the words come out louder than you expected thanks to your gasping.

“Please, sir. Please, may I cum? I need it so badly, daddy.”

“You’re such a good girl. Go ahead and cum, pet. Show me how needy you are.”

And with that last phrase, he pulls you hard against him, and your clit pulses as your vision blurs and stars explode behind your eyes and your body convulses. Your cunt squeezes against the cock you wish was inside you, and the crashing sensations of your orgasm pulse and wash over your body and mind.

“Good girl. Ride it out with me.”

His grip is looser as he lets your body writhe. He holds you as you come down from your high, stroking your hair and back to make the transition smooth and peaceful. As you catch your breath, one of your hands pushes up against his chest while the other snakes down to his still hard cock.

“May I finish you, sir?”

He gently pushes you off his lap and onto the floor in front of him. You kneel there, obediently waiting.

“Stay there.”

He takes himself in hand, and begins to stroke. You try to keep looking at his face, but are hypnotized by the sight inches away from your face. Despite your recent crescendo, you find one of your hands rubbing yourself through your panties, just like the meat in front of you was moments ago. Your other hand absentmindedly caresses your own tit through your top. Seeing this, his pace quickens.

“Where…?”

Your question is punctuated by looking up at him questioningly. You see his face just as his eyes go wide and you feel him explode onto your body. One splash hits your chin and cheek. Another follows that on your neck. The next on the tops of your breasts and the hand you had there. You giggle and gasp, thrilled that you can have this effect on him and loving his loss of control as he shoots spurt after spurt onto you.

At last it stops, and the last couple of drops of his semen fall onto your thigh. You smile at each other, and he watches as you dutifully scoop all of it up with your fingers and lick them clean.

“You can interrupt work anytime you want to model nw outfits for me.”