Dinner, Sex, and Omorashi by Imouto Kitten

The warm glow of candlelight permeates the room as Doremi enters, fresh 
from the shower, her candy apple red locks draping to her plump rump and 
her lithe body covered by a simple, sleeveless nightie of pink silk that 
hangs to mid-thigh.

Noticing her presence, a handsome man glances up to meet her eyes, and 
with a smile he greets her, "Ah, you're just in time, Doremi-chan, I've 
just finished preparing your birthday dinner."

At his words, the sizzle and aroma of a perfectly cooked steak reaches 
her ears and nose, and following a wave of his hand, she sees a large 
platter upon the dining tray in front of the armchair he's sitting in, 
at least a kilo of prime rib-eye upon it. Noticing her licking her lips, 
he adds, "Why don't you come take a seat and indulge yourself, birthday 
girl?" This time gesturing to his lap, his cock out of the fly of his 
midnight blue pajamas and standing erect in wait for the young girl.

Mouth watering and cheeks dusted pink, Doremi crosses the room, 
commenting, "Oh, you really know how to spoil a girl.", wrapping her 
arms around his neck upon reaching him and leaning in to give him a 
kiss.

When she pulls away, a saucy smile is on her face, visible for only a 
moment before she turns around. Leaning forward slightly, she reaches 
for the hem of her nightie and slowly lifts it, slowly revealing first 
the back of her upper thighs and then her lovely half-moons, the latter 
on full display thanks to the absence of any underwear. However, what 
most intices is what's between her slightly parted thighs, her girlhood 
glistening, making it clear the redhead is just as eager for his meat as 
the meat upon the dinner tray.

With even more deliberate slowness, she bends her knees, gradually 
bringing her netherlips to kiss the tip of his cock, the redhead letting 
out a soft moan as she eases herself upon his shaft, savoring the 
sensations of being slowly stretched as he fills her.

Once seated balls deep upon his shaft, she lets her nightie fall to 
cover their joining and wriggles a bit in his lap before leaning back 
against his chest.

"Are you comfortable?" he asks, his cock throbbing deep within her as he 
pulls the dinner tray towards them to lie across her lap, a nod her only 
reply before taking knife and fork and cutting off her first, bite-sized 
piece of juicy, perfectly grilled steak.

As the meat touches her tongue, a low moan reverberates from deep in her 
chest as the flavor of her favorite food fills her mouth, the girl's 
arousal seeming to increase from what shouldn't be at all a sexual 
indulgence.

At first, he's content to just watch Doremi savoring her favorite meal, 
listening to the sounds of enjoyment she makes with every bite of steak 
that reaches her mouth and as she chases it with glass after glass of 
barley tea, but eventually, the temptation to indulge her even further 
grows too strong, and reaching one hand under the tray and her 
nightgown, and his other through the arm hole of the sleeveless garment, 
he startes to tease at her clit and one of the pebble hard nipples upon 
her barely budding breasts, and before long, it is hard to tell which of 
her pleasured moans are from the steak and which are from his teasing 
touches.

As she swallows the last bite of steak, she lets her knife and fork 
clatter to the platter as she leans back against him, tilting her head 
back as she declares, "That was delicious, I don't think I could eat 
another bite."

"Oh realy?" he asks, lowering a hand from her chest to gently rub her 
stomach, now swollen from her large meal, "And here I was hoping you 
saved room for dessert." and when she glances down, Doremi sees the 
platter is gone, replaced by a serving bowl holding a massive sundae.

"Well, I suppose I could fit in some ice cream." replies Doremi, 
reaching for the spoon and taking a large dollop of strawberry ice cream 
topped with chocolate sauce and crushed nuts into her mouth, her 
reaction to the decadent dessert almost as strong as her reaction to the 
steak, and before long, the girl is indulging herself as if she had no 
steak at all as he resumes his teasing of her erogenous zones.

Although she ends up with a bit of a tummy ache, Doremi demolishes the 
sundae completely, even going so far as to run her index finger through 
the last remnants of melted ice cream and chocolate syrup that cling to 
the ceramic and licking her finger clean.

Feeling quite giddy from all the sugar, Doremi pushes the dining tray 
away before turning around in her lover's lap, smiling ear to ear as she 
declares, "Thank you for the wonderful meal!" before wrapping her arms 
around his neck and pulling him into a passionate kiss, her lips and 
tongue sweet as the lingering flavor of strawberries, chocolate, and 
vanilla spread through his mouth as their tongues dance.

Reaching under her gown, he cups a half-moon in each hand and starts to 
gently knead her supple flesh, the red head moaning into his mouth under 
his ministrations.

Although she had been satisfied simply warming his cock while she had 
good food to distract her, now that she only has the intimacy of their 
embrace to focus on, Doremi's pussy, having thoroughly soaked his crotch 
in her love juices, craves more, but when she tries to lift her pelvis 
to start riding him, he decides he wants to continue the slow, sensual 
buildup.

He grips her hips, holding her in place as he continues to knead her 
rear, his tongue taking control and exploring her mouth as she starts to 
squirm, desperate for friction between her enflamed insides and the hard 
shaft buried therein, but unable to obtain even a fraction of the 
stimulation she desires.

Having him inside her, kissing her, touching her, but not actually 
making love to her soon grows maddening to Doremi, and deciding she's 
going to lose her mind if she doesn't get satisfaction soon, she breaks 
the kiss and throws her head back with a cry of, "Please! make love to 
me!"

"Oh, is that what my sweet, little candy apple wants?" he asks 
teasingly, making no move to actually give in just yet, but instead 
standing up, holding her hips firmly so he doesn't slide out or move 
within her.

Wrapping her legs around his waist and futilely trying to buck her hips 
against his unbreakable hold, She cries out a one word response of, 
"YES!"

A devilish smile crossing his handsome face, he says nothing as he lays 
her upon a bed, her cherry locks fanning out beneath her atop silk 
sheets matching her nightie.

As he untangles her limbs from around him, she thinks he's about to give 
her what she wants, but he instead holds his cock still within her as he 
comments, "You're really cute when you're needy, Doremi-chan." before 
planting a kiss upon her forehead, soon following with one on the tip of 
her nose and one on each of her blushing cheeks.

As he starts trailing kisses down her neck, Doremi whines, "Pl-please, 
make love to me! I...I need to feel you moving inside me!"

"Patience, Doremi-chan, patience." is his only verbal response before he 
starts suckling on the most sensitive spot on her neck, the girl 
shivering as she lets out a loud moan.

She tries again to buck her hips, desperate for even the slightest 
friction between her walls and his shaft, but he anticipates her every 
movement, denying her and driving her desire to ever greater heights.

"Pleeeeas," she whimpers, nearly in tears from the heat threatening to 
engulf her, "I need it... I...I'm going to lose my mind if I don't get 
it."

Satisssfied the mark he's left on her neck won't soon fade, he sits up 
and caresses her thighs as he says soothingly, "Just hold out a few more 
minutes, Doremi-chan." before pushing up her nightgown to expose her 
slightly pudgy tummy and her barely budding breasts. Starting just above 
her hips, he starts to massage her, working his way up her body to her 
stomach, still bulging from her large meal before resting a hand upon 
each of her breast buds, the girl whimpering at the latest in a long 
line of sensations working her up without bringing her towards proper 
release.

When he leans down to take a nipple in his mouth, his tongue twirling 
tantalyzingly about the tiny teat, the torturously drawn out foreplay 
becomes too much for the needy girl, and she suddenly shouts, "Stop 
teasing me and fuck me already!"

Sitting up, a satisfied smirk upon his lips, he replies, "As my lady 
demands." before gripping her hips firmly once more and pulling back his 
own hips until only his tip is within her passage, the man shivering as 
much from the relatively cool air of the room upon his member, his shaft 
glistening with girl juice, as from the anticipation of giving her 
exactly what she wants after working so hard to get her desperate enough 
to use such vulgar language.

Holding his tip at her entrance as part of a final tease, he suddenly 
slams himself balls deep within her, the girl gasping as the powerful 
thrust knocks the wind out of her, only to soon be followed by a second 
and then a third thrust.

Before long, he's set a rapid pace leaving Doremi delirious with 
pleasure, moaning loudly as he finally gives her what she's been begging 
for, but even as a familiar coil winds up deep within her, another 
pressure makes itself known, all the tea and melted ice cream starting 
to catch up with her.

As she starts to squirm in his grip as he conttinues to pound her 
preteen pussy, he looks down and asks, "Is something wrong, 
Doremi-chan?"

"Uh, i have to pee." replies Doremi in a breathless whisper, struggling 
to take in enough air to speak.

"What was that, I couldn't hear you?" he asks, not slowing in the least 
as he continues thrusting, each slam of his cock deep inside her feeling 
like a strike to her pulsing piddle pot.

Gasping for air, she manages to shout, "I need to pee!" her face turning 
crimson at the confession.

"Oh, is that all?" he asks teasingly, "It would be a real shame to stop 
now, especially with how you were begging for it earlier... Do you think 
you can hold it?"

As her tinkle tank throbs once more, she's not at all sure she can, but 
before she can reply, he releases his grip on her hips to snake his arms 
under her thighs, pushing her knees up to her shoulders as he shifts his 
weight atop her, squeezing her swollen pee sack as he picks up pace and 
captures her lips in a kiss, swallowing any protests.

Doremi is torn. On the one hand, the way he repeatedly thrusts his cock 
deep inside her tight twatt feels absolutely amazing and she loves being 
dominated by the older man. On the other, the way her tinkle tank throbs 
and trembles, threatening to soak both of them and the bed in her waste 
waters is torturous and her uncertainty that she can hold out long 
enough for him to finish is quickly morphing into certainty she won't 
make it even if he let her go right now.

But he's not content with simply fucking her until she loses control as 
his fingers find their way to her ribs and armpits, her squirming 
increasing tenfold as he adds tickling to his assault on her senses.

Breaking the kiss to let her breathe, her moans are mixed with intense 
laughter and it's all she can do to cry out, 
"You...are...going...to...make...me...pee!"

Not that he shows her any mercy, his tickling digits dancing over her 
skin to refocus on the grapefruit-sized bulge of her bladder.

Doremi couldn't tell what order it happened in or whether the events 
were simultaneous or a chain reaction, but before long, the red head is 
cumming around his cock and peeing uncontrollably as he slams balls deep 
inside her and unloads his seed, the jet of white pouring into her womb 
every bit as powerful and copious as the jet of yellow pouring out of 
her to drench both of them and the bed sheets beneath them.

By the time she has finished emptying her bladder and he has finished 
emptying his balls, her womb has bulged to the size of her formerly full 
piddle pot.

Doremi looks up through eyes glazed in afterglow, and he opens his mouth 
as if to offer to help clean up, but before either can say a word, the 
scene shifts suddenly, and instead of a candle lit bedroom with a large 
bed with silk sheets, Doremi finds herself alone in her own bed in her 
darkened bedroom, her nightie replaced with her usual pajamas and her 
hair still in her signature odango.

The one detail that is unfortunately unchanged is the warm liquid 
pooling around her bottom, and the girl comes to the realization that it 
was all a dream, and to make matters worse, the accident she had in her 
dream had lead to her wetting the bed for real.

The pleasant dream ruined by the crummy reality, Doremi throws off her 
pee soaked covers and makes her way to the bathroom, trying to keep her 
footsteps as quiet as possible.

Peeling off her pissy pajamas and hopping in the shower, Doremi tries to 
do more than just clean herself, but the details of the man she dreamed 
of grow ever more fuzzy, and her fingers simply aren't able to match 
what she felt in the dream, and in the end, it's a clean, but sexually 
frustrated pubescent girl who climbs out of the shower and wraps herself 
in a towel.

Once back in her room, Doremi decides to go ahead and get dressed for 
the day before gathering up her pissy bedding and pajamas and tip toeing 
to the laundry room.

Unfortunately for the redhead, it's about that time that her mother 
Haruka emerges from her parent's bedroom to start preparing the family's 
breakfast, the older woman asking her usually hard to stir daughter, 
"What's got you up so early, Doremi?" before noticing the bundle of 
soggy sheets and catching a whiff of urine. Realizing part of what 
happened, the Harukaze matriarch covers her face with one hand as she 
declares in exasperation, "You wet the bed, didn't you? You'd think you 
were turning 4 today instead of 11..."

tearing up at being caught red handed and the realization that her 
birthday was getting off to a very rough start, the odango-headed 
ojamajo can only muster, "I'm the unluckiest pretty girl in the whole 
world!"