There was always something fascinating to her about playing in the bathroom. Maybe it was the scale of everything.
The room was not so very big and she felt less tiny in it. Safe somehow the lock on the door allowed her to hide away and play alone. Without fear that someone might discover how she played. How she just couldn’t help playing with her pussy till it ached and twitched. Debbie the girl next door had been the first to show her how it tickled when she rubbed her fingers over it. Debbie was a big girl bigger than Charlie and she knew lots of things. It was Debbie who first poked her fingers in the small hole and made Charlie wet with excitement and strange feelings. Debbie sometimes called for Charlie and took her to play getting Charlie to show her, her pussy and telling her that the boys like pussy’s to be wet. Daddy had said that the wet was never to be wasted Debbie daddy was scary.
Today in the small locked bathroom she sat against the bath and lifted her knees a small mirror reflecting back the wet puffy folds of her cunt as she imagined Debbie and daddy watching her. Soft whimpering moans escaped her lips as her small fingers played. Even just being played with made Charlie’s body unsure if it needed to pee or something else, but Debbie said it was something else and when girls got big bigger boys would push their cocks into her and sort of pee in her only it wasn’t pee. But Charlie would have to wait till she was a big girl too and the daddies and big boys wanted her.
Suddenly the handle of the bathroom door dropped and the small bolt across it shook in the hasp. She jumped with fright and squealed
“Charlie, are you in there? Charlie open this door.” It was her daddy’s deep voice and the fear of being caught playing stunned Charlie into motionlessness.
The door flew open as he pushed his shoulder against it. The small figure on the floor immobilized with panic. Whimpered as he looked down at her, his pale blue eyes betraying nothing. Charlie could only whimper. Once she had seen a dog so afraid, so timid that when ever it was looked at it sank to its belly and peed in fear. That same fear was creeping over her as daddy just stood, watching her she could feel the trickle run from her as her body reduced to utter terror that daddy was cross.
“Charlie “his voice snapped at her. “What are bathrooms for Charlie? Hmm? What girl? “ his questions sent her into yet more trembling as she tried desperately to find a voice, eyes filling with tears as she looked down to the floor between her open legs.. The puddle pale straw liquid evidence of her puppy like submissiveness.
“Going to the toilet daddy” somehow the words came out her mouth as he moved closer to her. Unzipping his trousers almost menacingly.
“That’s right Charlie, and what have you been doing instead?”
“Playing daddy, Charlie was playing like Debbie showed her”
His deep growl sent fresh tears welling up in her eyes.
“But you have gone to the toilet, haven’t you little slut. Look at that mess.”
Charlie whimpered and struggled to get up hoping that if she could just cling to his legs and sob he’d forgive her.
His cock sprang from his jeans “stay there “he barked.
“Girls who play in toilets are dirty, you don’t touch daddy. Hands to your head” his voice was so strong that instantly she obeyed. Her tummy fluttering...in her head she heard only her own pleas...please daddy please daddy don’t be angry.
He held his cock to her forehead. Like a gun. As she shook ashamed and yet the pulse in her pussy was throbbing wildly. Just as her heart was racing. His large hand twisting painfully in to her hair as he pulled her head back...
“Dirty little cunt”
Charlie convulsed with a sob as her used the words. Her heart almost breaking with the thought of daddy being displeased and not loving her ever again. Then she felt it. The warm wet stream of his piss flowing into her face. She spluttered and tried to move but his hand and a growl pinned her once more stock still. The flow of piss streaming down her cheeks. Mixing with her own tears as it ran against the corners of her mouth flowing down her throat and the small bumps of her budding breasts. She could taste it smell it and hear it. Shaking with shame she lifted her eyes to his face.
There was a softer look there she wasn’t sure what it was , but as the hot stream trickled over her she felt a strange mix of shame humiliation and something else.. It was as if even though daddy was pissing over her...he was near and the very nearness of him was filling her with those same feelings rubbing her little clit had. The little pierced clit was now being teased by the flow of daddy’s piss. From nowhere a convulsive spasm shot through her as he stopped peeing and wiped his cock against her lips. Shaking the last drips against her mouth.
As he loosened his grip in her hair Charlie felt the overwhelming need to drop to his boots and kiss them. His fingers untangled from her hair and she slumped down to lay her head at his feet. Shaking and trembling as his voice washed over her.
“Be a good girl Charlie and clean up in here. Daddy will speak to you later.”
She whimpered as she watched his boots move away, hearing his zip slide back up as he left her shutting once more the bathroom door.