Doctor Daddy’s Slutty Little by Scott Wylder

CHAPTER ONE

 

Kristina

The music boomed around me as I examined the prospective Daddies at the playgroup. After Bryce had ended up with Bethany, everyone was close to ten years older, and the Daddies always had a thing against sexual Littles. Was it so wrong to want to get some good dick before settling down for the rest of my life? Look at Bryce and Bethany. They’d settled down way to young, and they were missing out on all this yumminess.

I tossed my hair to the side seductively as I looked around the room of giants. This is what I liked, but the question was which one I was going to let take me home. There were so many to choose from, but they all wanted forever Littles. If they expected to keep me forever, they had better have the best cock I ever had.

Trent, Bryce's older brother by about ten years, had almost been my forever Daddy, but we just didn't see eye to eye on too many issues. For one, he was a little more reserved in bed than I would have liked, and it drove me crazy. I needed someone who wasn't nervous all the time and who would let me have it the exact way I deserved it. It wasn't fair…

"Hey there, Kristina," said a familiar voice, and I turned to smile at Matt, one of Trent's oldest and dearest friends. He was a giant pervert, but at least he had a good cock on him.

"Hello, Matt," I smirked as I looked around for his entourage. "Where's dumb and dumber?" He shrugged as he looked around.

"Don't know, don't give a fuck," he remarked as he turned his attention back towards me. "You by yourself at this playgroup?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I am," I said, straining my voice to sound distressed. "I still have no Daddy to take care of me, and my only friend abandoned me for my ex's much too young brother."

Matt smiled as he looked me up and down.

"Well, if you're lonely, I could be your Daddy," he said coyly. "I don't know about the rest of these Daddies, but I like a little rebellion in my Littles."

I thought for a second. He seemed like a decent enough guy, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to stoop to his level. After all, he was considered the lowest of all the Daddies. He had a bad reputation of getting with Littles just to say he slept with them, and he always dragged their names through the dirt. Considering my name was already dirt, I normally wouldn’t mind. But, tonight, and after Bethany had stolen Bryce away from me, I didn’t want that kind of talk going around about me. After all, it was because of that bitch of a so-called friend that I didn’t have a Daddy right now.

“I don’t think so,” I told him, keeping a polite smile on my face. “You seem like a really great guy and all, but I’m not interested.” Matt raised an eyebrow at me and shook his head.

“Oh, come on, Little One,” he said as he stepped closer to me. ”I’ll treat you better than all these other Daddies could possibly treat you.”

I shook my head again. “Sorry, but not interested,” I told him.

“I don’t know why you’re complaining about me,” he snapped suddenly. “If I were you, I’d be more worried about the fact that the other Daddies think you’re too slutty to be their Little. I’m giving you a chance to be with someone, before you’re too old to be a Little.”

I stared him down, refusing to budge as a smirk came over me.

“Really?” I asked and I laughed at him. “You’re going with that line? You’re unbelievable.”

He narrowed his eyes at me.

“And you’re a dejected Little no one wants,” he barked back, his words stinging. “You are running out of time and options, and, soon enough, no one will want you.”

I rolled my eyes at him.

“Considering how you treat Littles like playthings, it’s a miracle any of them want to be with you,” I told him as I crossed my arms. “Throwing a tantrum because a Little told you ‘no’ doesn’t make you any more attractive, either. You’re trash.”

“Takes one to know one,” he said. “See you around then, slut.” With that, he disappeared into the crowd, and I started to rethink my choices in life.

What he had said wasn’t that far from the truth, but it still didn’t help his case. Most Daddies like their Littles under twenty-five, and although I was only twenty-three – soon to be twenty-four – I was getting to old to be a Little. I would have no choice but to move on with my life or become an Auntie. I wanted to be young forever, and that’s why I chose to be a Little. I just wanted someone who would let me be young a little while longer.

That’s when I saw Trent with his latest arm candy. She looked like a Nicole or a Stephanie or a Brittany. She looked like the perfect, innocent Little every Daddy dreamed of, and I grew green with jealousy as I stared at the two of them from across the room. Much to my dismay, Trent happened to look up right at me and froze when he saw me.