Author: Tod Naturlich Title: Daycare Pride Part: 2 Summary: A daycare worker shares some of the encounters he's had with the children at his care, always proud to be an exemplary worker while trying to go one step beyond and ensure his place of work will always be filled with children. Keywords: Mgg, 1st, fant, impreg Language: English ===== Daycare Pride ===== *** Growing up playground *** ================================================================================ Growing up playground https://booru.allthefallen.moe/data/b26e7b0dd662df05ce22cbbaf9244501.jpg ================================================================================ Technology has made taking care of older children much easier. Between six and nine, they mostly take care of themselves: they don't need to be fed or changed, and the playground computer is much better at promoting and organizing games than any caregiver could ever be. We don't have the best interactive playground on the market, but it fulfills its purpose: the whole floor is made of soft pads (so the children won't hurt themselves while playing) that act as an interactive touchscreen, the back wall is also a touch screen, and we have several toys and costumes that the computer can track to make games more interactive. Our duty is mainly to ensure the children play nice with each other, and sometimes help if the rules of a game are not clear. Most of the time we can just relax and enjoy the sight of the children playing. While we're not officially banned from playing with the children, at those ages it's important for them to relate to others their own age. The computer awards them points for participating (and sometimes winning) in the games. At that age, most of the games emphasize social behavior, like tag, dance contests or mutual exploration. Some children still choose to play more isolated games, but the computer limits the number of points they get from that, and also alerts us if a child has been on their own for too long. Most of the time I really enjoy watching the naked children playing and fooling around. They really enjoy dance-offs, where all of them try to imitate dancers on the wall screens, and the computer rates and rewards them. It's incredibly funny to see how the children dance till they drop, laughing all the while. "Papa, can we get one of the buzzers?" the question came from a seven-year-old boy, behind whom another boy and a girl waited. I had been so focused on the dance-off that I didn't see them approach. "You know the rules for the buzzers, right?" I asked while I checked with the computer that the group really had enough points to get the toy. Unlike the small children, at this age some kids would save the points they earned by playing, so they could exchange them for treats or toys. This particular group must have pooled their savings in order to get the vibrator. "Yes, we want to see if Marcy can get the good feeling." I smiled at the little group and handed over the small vibrator; when we first got them, we allowed a single child to get it, but that didn't promote socialization. So now they can only get it as a group, with the condition that they must use it on each other, never on themselves. "You can have it for half an hour, and remember to listen to your playmates," I admonished them and watched them go over to some cushions. The "orgies" they organize are more comical than sexy, since very few children can climax. Most of them just feel good and laugh. Part of me wanted to know if Marcy could cum already, because if so, I wanted to be first in line when she came to exchange her points for an orgasm. Unfortunately I couldn't stay to find out, since Suzy, my fellow coworker, grabbed my attention from the playground with a little call of "Papa, a little help please!" Suzy was among a small group of children, down on her knees in front of them, lovingly caressing the small erection of the nearest boy. The computer informed me that the group should be playing a variation of "doctor", where they identify and explore each other's bodies. "See Monse, his pee-pee is not yucky, and if the rules say to kiss it better, there is no reason not to do it," said Suzy as she leaned forward and took the boy's penis in her mouth, sucking on it for a moment while the boy giggled. Apparently Suzy was solving one of the most common issues in the playground: that some children still think genitals are dirty or *yucky*. "You liked that, Albert?" she asked as she let the little erection go, a stream of saliva still connecting it to her mouth. Little Albert just nodded, but Monse, who had been watching intently, apparently was not yet satisfied, "But he pees from there!" ================================================================================ Suzy's demonstration https://booru.allthefallen.moe/data/27e7c152f2e20198e98f8660878abca9.jpg ================================================================================ I took that as my cue to intervene, "Monse, pee is not dirty, besides, Albert always cleans himself, just like you," I knelt in front of the naked girl, "you don't think your kitty is dirty, right?" Monse shook her head while I sat her on the floor in front of me and opened her legs. The pussy of the eight-year-old displayed in front of my eyes, allowing me to see her covered clit and the beautiful pink interior, "Let me show you how clean I think your kitty is." Without any further delay I pressed my lips against her little flower. Suzy could probably do it herself, but I know she doesn't really enjoy giving head to girls, just like I don't really care for sucking boys; it's part of the job, and sometimes we have to do it, but out of respect we try to help each other if we can. Monse's pussy was so small that I could cover it completely with my mouth. It was clear that the *doctor* game, plus Suzy's demonstration, was having an effect on the girl, since I could clearly taste the building excitement. I moved my tongue all over her lips while sucking, I wanted to get her excited before going for her clit. I was pleased that Monse not only didn't try to avoid my lips, but actually started moving her hips a little. Perhaps the girl was ready to reach climax, and that gave me permission to spend more time tasting the girl than if this were just a demonstration of oral sex. I focused my tongue on her small opening and pushed, delighted to find it yielded to my pressure and allowed me entrance to her small channel. The flavor inside was much more concentrated, and her movements grew in intensity as she started moaning. I was thinking that she might be able to take my cock inside, when a big moan distracted me. "Very good job Albert!" said Suzy to the boy panting in front of her. His small erection was still jumping up and down, shinning from Suzy's saliva, "did you like having the good feeling in my mouth? I love your taste!" The boy just nodded, still recovering from his first orgasm, probably a dry one, only he and Suzy would really know. "Wanna do the same?" I asked Monse, who nodded with insistence after intently looking at her playmate's still erect pecker. I wasted no time, diving back in to her treasure, redoubling my efforts to give this eight-year-old beauty her first orgasm. Once more I pushed my tongue inside her and moved it around, trying to stimulate as far back as I could reach while covering her whole mons and lips with my mouth. Once I was sure her juices were flowing out, I changed positions: quickly pulling my tongue from her opening, I moved it up and attacked her clit, by then completely exposed and lubricated with saliva. The girl's reaction was immediate and beautiful. A mixture between a moan and a scream escaped her lips, while her hips jumped about, perhaps trying to escape my mouth, or to make me press harder. My hands holding her perky butt prevented any of those, while my tongue lapped and kissed her little love button. While still sucking I began to close my mouth. I started concentrating my efforts on her clit, and the girl responded with more moans and whimpers. I felt her little hands resting on my head, not pressing hard, just holding me, inviting me to eat her out. Her flavor was heavenly, the very light taste of a young pussy, one that has never before experienced such pleasure. And then, with another loud whimper, she went rigid under me, she arched her back and I could feel her clit pulsing under my care. I quickly moved a hand under her and pressed a finger into her opening, both to extend her pleasure and to feel her pussy milking it. How I wished it was my cock inside her instead. Faster than I would like, her climax ended and I left her clit alone. I couldn't avoid giving her whole underside a big lick, from her anus to her mons, to catch any remaining flavor, even though I knew she was probably tender right then. The girl trembled at my last lick, but didn't show any discomfort. I lifted her up and held her tightly in my arms, letting her rest while I caressed her butt and back. I wanted her first afterglow to be as good as her first climax. "... yes, Monse also had the good feeling, Papa is making sure she feels as good as she can," Suzy was explaining to the boys and girls around us. I silently thanked her, since that allowed me a little more time with this beautiful girl. "Did you like that, Monse?" I whispered close to her ear. "Yes Papa, I feel like I was about to pee and explode and then---" "Whenever you have enough points you can ask me and I'll be glad to give you another good feeling," I told her while I squeezed her butt one last time and let her get up. My shirt had a noticeable wet spot where Monse's cum juices had ended up. Me and the other coworkers often wondered why management still requires us to be clothed at all times except when interacting with a child. It could be bothersome, as my uncomfortable erection attested to. Before I could stand, though, the computer informed us that, given the group of children that had come to see the two playmates have their first orgasms, Suzy and I should do a demonstration to the gathered children. With a smile I stood and started removing my clothes, while trying to calm the children, "Boys, girls! Pay attention please. I know you're all curious about the good feelings that come from touching between your legs, so miss Suzy and I are going to show you how that happens between adults." Suzy also stood and quickly shed her pants and blouse, standing there in just her undies and bra, "Sit in two lines, so everyone can see; and pay attention, so you know how to play on your own." As I said earlier, the daycare does not allow caretakers to form romantic relationships, but if it's for the sake of the children, sometimes caretakers must perform sexual acts on each other. Suzy, still in her early twenties, was a very beautiful young lady that I had no problem getting naked with. Suzy probably wasn't as excited, seeing as she had a boyfriend outside the daycare. I sat down on a stump so our activities could be easily seen by the children, many of whom were watching my erect member, already dripping precum from what was about to happen. "First I will help miss Suzy have the good feeling," I said, motioning for Suzy to sit on my legs, facing the children. My coworker was a full grown woman, but her petite physique could fool anyone into thinking she was still in her teens. I took advantage of her and patted her naked ass as she sat on my leg, my cock pressing against her buttocks, "I want to touch between your legs to help you feel good, can I?" I started. Since this was a demonstration, we had to adhere to a script to show the children a safe way to play the game. "Go ahead," replied Suzy, more to the children than me, opening her legs and showing her already very wet pussy. As part of the *uniform*, we were required to shave our pubic hair, so Suzy's pussy could really pass for an early teen pussy, completely bald. I started massaging her whole vagina, spreading her fluids to make it slippery, "Is this okay?" I asked, following the script, but from her small moans and the way her hips reacted, it was clear she was really close to orgasm. "Rub me up and down." I changed the motion, and then directed my attention to the children, happy to see many touching themselves and at least two couples imitating us, "Remember to always ask your playmate how it feels." Then I curved my fingers and started putting pressure into Suzy's vagina. "Can I put a finger inside your kitty?" I asked. "No, just rub outside," answered Suzy, still following the script, even though I could tell she really wanted something inside her. "And always respect if your playmate tells you not to do something, this is very important in the game," I explained to the children. "Please rub my button," said Suzy, happy that the important part of the script was over and she could have her climax. I moved my fingers to her clit and started rubbing it lightly in circular motions, "like this?" "Faster, harder!" begged Suzy, and not five seconds afterwards, she held her breath, tensed up and opened her legs while her relief took her. I removed my hand from her clit to give the children a good look at her spasming pussy. "Miss Suzy is having the good feeling now, and I'm hugging her so she feels as good as possible," I told the children, wrapping my arms around Suzy while she came down from her peak, and taking the opportunity to fondle her breasts. Suzy leaned against me and whispered in my ear, "thank you," while catching her breath, before addressing the children, "no matter if your playmate is a boy or a girl, you should always follow these rules, and even if you still can't get a good feeling, play nice with each other." Suzy then looked back at me, at my erect cock smearing precum on her buttocks, waiting for attention, and I think I saw her frown before turning back to the children. "Now we're going to demonstrate another game that you will be able to play in the future, but only if both of you feel fine while doing so," started Suzy, as she straddled my legs, so my cock pointed straight up to her open pussy. "While it feels very good to touch between your legs with your hands, you can also feel good at the same time by inserting the boy's pee-pee into the girl's kitty, like this." And with that, Suzy lowered herself, taking my cock in her hand, and guiding it into her hot center. It was a wonderful sensation to sink into her tight passage. I forced myself not to start humping, but I was really close to cumming. "As you can see, the pee-pee fits nicely inside me, and it feels good for both of us. Come closer and see if you want," finished Suzy, also staying still while some of the children came very close to see our mating. I once asked why we used children's terms like "pee-pee" or "good feeling" instead of "penis" and "orgasm", but all I got was a statement that we were a daycare program, and could not offer actual sex education. Completely bonkers! "Make sure you don't come inside me," whispered Suzy in my ear, while the children examined our connected genitals. "Why?" I whispered back, "is there an egg waiting to be fertilized in your little belly?" I jokingly asked, pushing a little into her. "Who knows?" replied Suzy smiling, while her pussy rippled around my cock, forcing another push on my part, "but we need to show the children how you ejaculate, so do it outside." That really sucked. While my greatest fantasy was to impregnate a little girl (the younger the better), being forced to pull out of what could be a fertile womb was a real turn off. Which was good in the current circumstances, since otherwise I probably would not have lasted long. "When you rub your pee-pee and your kitty together," started Suzy to the children, "it's very important to always ask if things feel good." She then started moving, and I had to dedicate all my energy to not cumming, so I admit I wasn't the best teacher at the time. "Does it feels good when I go side to side?", "Is it good when I lean forward?", "Want me to go faster?" Suzy kept to the script to the best of her power, and I tried to at least give affirmative answers, but my concentration was on her pussy caressing and sucking my cock, begging me to inseminate her. I realized I was reaching the point of no return with one hand fondling Suzy's breast, while the other caressed her flat belly, trying to find where my member reached from the exterior. Luckily Suzy also realized I was close, for she pulled my hands apart and announced to the children, "Papa is going to get the good feeling very soon, so come closer so you can see how an adult shoots his cream." Then she tried to stand, to let my cock out of her pussy. But at the edge of orgasm I was having none of that. With both hands I grabbed Suzy's waist and forced her down while pushing my hips up, trying to get as close to her womb as possible, and let go of my first glorious shot of life giving seed. Perhaps it was the training, perhaps it was Suzy's request not to cum in her, perhaps it was the sight of the children getting close to where we were mated, waiting to see me ejaculate, but after the pleasure of shooting one big dollop of cum so close to Suzy's possible fertile womb, I managed to react. I quickly pushed Suzy off me, letting my cock drop, pointing to the gathered children, and let myself go. My second spurt was received with the cries and laughs of the children closest to us as it hit them, then my balls contracted again and a series of smaller spurts dropped to the ground and around my member. "As you can see, the good feeling for big boys can be messy, but it feels very good every time they shoot their cream," explained Suzy, after the children calmed down. Many had come to see my sperm closer, if not outright touch it. Suzy continued explaining the boy's good feeling to the children, and it appeared she really hadn't realized I had snuck one big spurt inside her womb. My cock gave a happy little jump at the thought that I might have forced my coworker to also become a client of the daycare in a few months, but at the same time I felt a little guilty, since it was clearly against her will. "Also, some boys really like to shoot their cream inside somewhere," continued Suzy, "but you must always ask permission before doing so, in case your playmate doesn't want it," at this Suzy turned to look at me with a crooked smile, "Papa here, actually shot some of his cream inside my kitty," she said, opening her pussy with a hand to show the children a tick glob of my sperm dripping out of her, "but I forgive him since I know how much he likes to do it," with that she turned back to the children. "Do they also shoot it in your mouth when you kiss them, miss Suzy?" asked one of the girls. "Yes, they do, and some of them enjoy it very, very much, right Albert?" the boy just nodded enthusiastically, a dumb smile on his face. "What does it tastes like?" asked little Monse, who had been fixating on my member ever since I gave her her first climax a few minutes ago. "Everyone should taste it at least once to decide if they like it. Why don't you come here and kiss Papa's pee-pee, so you can have a taste?" My cock, now almost completely soft, twitched and started growing again when the little eight-year-old girl came forward and clumsily kissed the tip of my soft cock, taking a little bit of sperm in her mouth. "It's salty," she said after swallowing, but unfortunately backed away after that. Suzy sent the children off to play other games while we got dressed and cleaned up in a somewhat awkward silence. I wasn't sure if Suzy was mad at me for my attempt at a sneak insemination. Afterwards we were called to attend to other children and before I knew it we had closed and were putting away all the used toys. "So, was there a little egg swimming in your womb this afternoon?" I finally asked Suzy, trying to be funny, but a little afraid that inseminating her without her consent might have damaged our friendship. "What do you care?" she replied, "even if you put a bun in my oven I can't do a thing to you. The contract says if I get pregnant in here it's my responsibility and I can't ask the father for anything!" she finished, clearly annoyed. "You know that's to protect the children, if one of them gets you pregnant..." I replied, but stopped before sticking my foot further in my ass, "if you really want, I can take care of you and... the baby." Suzy let out a series of giggles while she shook her head. At first I thought she was making fun of me, but soon she spoke again, "sorry, I'm not laughing at you, it's just... you're too cute, you sounded just like a little boy that's trying to hit on me," she took a deep breath and continued, "I love my boyfriend, and I don't plan to leave him, even if I got your baby growing in my belly. I'm afraid how he'll react if I'm *really* pregnant... we've discussed it, and we both feel we're not ready to be parents. Now I don't know if I should trick him into inseminating me so the baby has a chance of being his, or if I should just wait to see if I'm really pregnant; what do you think I should do?" The question took me by surprise, was she really asking me if she should try to get pregnant to avoid being pregnant with my child? At least she didn't look mad anymore, "I guess it depends on how likely it is that you're pregnant... but I don't think you should trick your boyfriend." Suzy smirked suspiciously, "So are you worried about the relationship with my boyfriend, or do you want to be sure it's *your* baby growing inside me?" "No, no, nothing like that," I quickly answered, but in reality I *did* want her to be pregnant with my child. "To tell the truth," Suzy continued, calmer, "I've always had fantasies about getting pregnant, but at the same time I'm terrified of it. Every time I let a little boy inside me, I'm torn between hoping he's already making sperm and terrified by it," she sat down before continuing, "when I realized you were cumming inside me this afternoon, I almost had another orgasm," she admitted. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." "You're right, you shouldn't have. But you're not sorry, you are 'Papa'; I knew the moment the computer instructed us to give the demonstration that I would walk away with a womb full of your babymakers, and that excited me more than you can imagine. Didn't you notice how wet I was even before we started?" I couldn't help but smile at her, she knew me better than I knew myself, and for a moment I really hoped her boyfriend would leave her when her panties started getting tight, so I could sweep her off her feet and make her mine; I'm happy to say that thought only lasted a moment. "So... what are you going to do now?" "I'm still carrying your sperm inside me, you know," she said matter-of-factly, "I never had a chance to clean after the demonstration. So I'm gonna go home, and I'm gonna masturbate with my dirty panties until my boyfriend arrives, and then we're going to have wonderful, protected sex, pretending he's getting me pregnant," she continued with a dreamy look on her face, "and then I'm gonna to pretend nothing happened, and if in a couple months I start getting fat, then neither you, nor me, nor my boyfriend will know if it's your baby, if one of our condoms failed, or if one of the little boys got lucky with me." She stood up and walked right to me. "And that will be your punishment: not knowing if you managed to get your baby into my womb, as I *know* you really want to." "I'm sorry," I admitted, she really did know me better than myself. "I forgive you," she smiled, "I just hope we don't have to do many more demonstrations together. As exciting as this is, I'm really *not* ready to be a full time mom. But you are 'Papa', asking you not to impregnate girls would be like asking me not to breastfeed the children." We both have a chuckle at that. "So, should I start calling you 'Milkmaid' or something?" "Don't you dare," said Suzy in the most serious tone so far. ******************************************************************************** *** Lunch time *** "Welcome back," called the waitress from behind the counter when the daycare worker entered, "the usual, I assume?" The man just nodded, smiling to the bright woman as she started entering the big order that would feed most of the employees at the daycare. "You know, we do offer delivery," said the woman as she passed the order to the kitchen. At least twice a week a daycare employee would come to buy lunch from them, so the woman had come to meet all of them. "I know, but it's only half a block away. Besides it's part of the 'punishment'," he answered, rolling his eyes. "Punishment?" "If you're too slow, or mess something up, or if you're careless and a child does something they shouldn't... We have to stay extra time to clean, or buy everyone lunch." "It seems you all get along," replied the waitress with a smile, "I'm not sure I could work with children, I much rather have adult costumers." "It's a nice place, a bit boring at times, but I---" the man stopped in his tracks, his sight following a family as they left the premises. A mother and father walked with a girl that looked no older than 14, and she was having some trouble walking with the huge pregnant belly she carried around. "She just turned 13," said the waitress once the family was out the door, "she refused to say who did it to her. I was worried she might be a victim of the pedophiles, but I know her parents, and they are good people." "I think she was in the daycare," said the man, his face troubled by the image. The waitress also frowned. Everyone was on edge after the outing of such a big pedophile ring operating partly in town. And the suspicion could be seen in the waitress' eyes. After all, some of the culprits had been school teachers, so a daycare facility would be another easy place to find victims. "So you know *how* she ended up like that?" she finally asked, her accusation tangible on her voice. "What? No!" replied the man in justified outrage, "we take good care of our children. We have nothing to do with... them!" he said, pointing to a silent TV in the corner, where the news anchor continued recycling what few facts about the arrests were available. "Sorry, sorry," apologized the waitress, "it's just, with so much going on, you see a child walking down the street with a man and you have to wonder if... it's one of *them*..." They stayed quiet until the food was ready, and by the time he paid and was on his way, the waitress had recovered her usual smile, and the man had also relaxed a bit. Though it was clear the sight of the pregnant girl still bothered him.