When My Goddaughter Asked for Help

I never expected this girl to be so curvy and yet so soft. With her legs wrapped tightly around me, I felt heat surge throughout my entire body.

We stood out too much. People from all around had already started staring at us.

"Emma, I'll take you to the grove. There are too many people here."

Without worrying about the stares anymore, I carried Emma toward the small grove inside the park.

The whole way there, Emma kept squirming in my arms.

I was already burning up from her tight grip, but with her twisting back and forth, my body kept pressing into hers.

My pants had shamefully tightened.

Emma must have noticed. The tips of her ears turned bright red.

"Kyle, don't press against me like that. The more you press, the more I itch. I can't take it."

I gave her a stern look. "What are you talking about? I'm not doing it on purpose. You said you were itchy, so I'm carrying you. That's all.

"Alright, alright, I'll scratch that itch for you now."

I was already at my limit.

I knew Emma was like this because of a flea inside her skirt, but my curiosity and the sweet scent of this young girl kept stirring up something primal in me.

We finally reached the grove. I set Emma down on a bench. Then I tied the little Yorkie to the side of the bench.

I quickly lifted Emma's legs.

When I raised her skirt and she let out a small yelp, I finally saw it. This girl was wearing a chastity belt.

The belt had a lock on it. That hard thing I felt earlier must have been exactly that.

"It’s no wonder you're so itchy and can't reach it yourself. It's because of this. But Emma, this belt has a lock. How am I supposed to scratch it for you?"

With that metal lock blocking the way, my heart sank.

"Kyle, Mom's strict. The key to the chastity belt is at home. But I really can't stand the itching right now. Can you just use your hand and scratch it for me a little?"

Emma kept squirming.

Breathing in her sweet scent and watching her tempting movements, I desperately wanted to do something else. But there was nothing I could do.

Seeing that Emma was truly suffering from the itch, I just couldn't refuse. I did my best to help her with my hand.

Emma cooperated by lifting her legs, facing me in that embarrassing position, but I could not do what I really wanted.

It was frustrating. I could not really reach the itch. My hand occasionally brushed against the soft skin of Emma's thighs, and my body only grew hotter.

As my hand kept moving around, Emma's whole body started trembling nonstop.

"Kyle, why is it getting itchier and itchier?"

My hand kept reaching and rubbing inside her skirt. Emma's face turned an even deeper shade of red.

"No, Kyle, I really can't take it anymore. Let's go home and get the key."

Hearing Emma's words, my body burned with desire, I agreed, and so I picked Emma up and carried her out of the park.

She must have been worked up from my scratching earlier, because the young girl was drenched in sweat.

Sweat dripped down her cheeks onto her neck, soaking through her thin blouse. The wet fabric clung to her body as if she were wearing nothing at all.

I looked down and could clearly see her already impressive figure standing out even more.

To make things worse, she would not stay still the whole way back. Every so often, she asked me to use my hand to scratch the itch again.

She kept moving around in my arms, and her chest pressed against me again and again. I felt like I was about to explode.