Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Mg, mg, preteen, cons, 1st, rom, pedo, oral The story you are about to read is fictional, but the thing to remember is that it is all possible even in this day and age. Dear readers, first a little understanding and information about myself for you. I am a high functioning sociopath, no not a psychopath; I don't see the need to kill you to prove that I'm better than you. That isn't a very accurate analogy but it is as simple as I can make it for the lowest common denominator, you never know who shall come along and read a written page. That would be the point of writing stories at all, spread information, but I digress. By the standards of normal society I am abhorrent, I don't see people as more than tools to be used and I am not restricted by the taboos so ingrained into the rest of you. All anyone ever sees is a perfectly normal and wonderful person, my mask is very good and my acting is better. This is the story of how I got to exercise my will in my own world to my own liking and proved, at least to myself, that I am better than you. This narrative is written from diaries written by myself and the people involved, along with audio and video recordings that I take whenever I can. It all started with an invention and a wonderful thing called crowdfunding. It was something small to start but I would later apply that money, and additional fund raising efforts through various means to make myself very rich. To the wealthy anything is possible, and they have people willing to get you anything for the right price, the legal ones come first and fast, especially when you prove that you're going to keep earning large sums of money. The illegal ones find you later, and try to draw you in with the various addictions, using the forbidden fruit angle to catch you. The only thing to do in such cases is to filter through them, both categories, find the ones you want have them independently investigated. The legal ones, the more news the better, the shadier side, the less. I've always been attracted to young women, from the time they hit puberty all the way up till they bore me, a sharp wit and a keen mind and you will never bore me. I stayed away from the young ones once I got too old to get away with it safely, but now that the world opened to me my mind turned back to it. This had to be planned, researched and carefully executed. I stayed away from the pimps and slave traders, yes I could get what I wanted, but you never know what may go wrong. So the next logical step is to find where to get one, legally. Adoption is the only method to pick the child you want and keep them, the states would make things difficult with their pervert paranoia; for once it saved a child. Single white male millionaires don't adopt children, they get a trophy wife and produce their own. That means going to another country, in which case you might as well go the whole nine yards. I went to Russia, statistically speaking some of the most esthetically pleasing women reside in the frozen north. With the way the world was breaking apart, an orphanage in a small village would more than welcome a hefty donation in exchange for no questions asked. The very first thing I did with my first million was get a very good lawyer with very flexible morals, as a general rule I find them, as a profession, slime. But they are needed and are very useful tools, and they cannot tell anything you tell them. They were the ones that found me my "tour guide" in Russia, I'm fairly certain he was mafia but I wasn't really oncerned with him, it didn't seem like the first time he'd done something like this. We arrived at the building, it was a fairly large building in my estimation, and at one time it must have been impressive. It wasn't any more, the gaping hole in the northern side of the roof covered in what appeared to be canvass said this was the place to make my purchase. My highly polished black shoes crunching the gravel as I stepped out of the Range Rover, the approach of the car was unusual enough to warrant the herd of children to swarm to the windows while who I assumed was in charge came to the door. My guide led me to the entrance and spoke briefly to the nun and shook her hand "we go in now, you are allowed to wander and look at children. Physical examinations is ok, but act like doctor. When you find the one you want, tell me," He said. "No point in wandering," I said calmly "have the lady lead us, girls dorm rooms," I finished with a polished smile. He just nodded to me and spoke quickly to the woman and she led us up, she stopped briefly at the nursery filled with infants and toddlers, a simple shake of my head led us up the age range. Now I do like young women, but I prefer them to be maturing sexually to play with, but this one needed to be younger than that. I wanted plenty of time to train and enjoy them. The room I finally stepped into gave me chills, I could see sparks of potential all around me, just because I do not have emotions such as yours doesn't mean I don't understand them. The girls where all variations on a theme, so much sorrow but still that eternal spark of hope that only children could fully embrace in this harsh world. Time to shine. ~~~ I didn't know who this towering man was, but the smile that split his face as he walked in radiated warmth. He was here to take one of us, to adopt if we were lucky, there had always been stories among us warning of dangerous men. That smile though, under those sparkling blue eyes that smile, said safe. The sisters always said that if we wanted to get adopted we had to show our best face, for him, I smiled and it felt good. It felt like it always did as he walked slowly down the length of the room, the Sister was telling them a little about each of us as they walked down. One of the men was obviously a translator, the second though just nodded to the words. At each of us he would lower himself to smile and offer a handshake, when he finally got to me almost halfway around the room. He made me feel like a real person of worth, even though he only did for me what he did for the others. Meeting his sparkling blue eyes with my own sent an electric shiver down my spine. I hope he felt it too, I really did. He continued his walk around the room saying hello to each of the others, then he left the room. Natasha ran to the door to watch them leave down the hall, once she signaled the other girls dissolved into their gossip groups and started to talk about the prospective father. Half of them were convinced that he was a slaver looking for something special, the other half swearing up and down that he was some billionaire looking for an heir or something silly like that. Me, I just kept to myself as usual, just going back to my bed and reading a book. It was about ten pages later that the Mother came back into the room "Alexandra, will you come with me please?" My eyes darted over towards my small dresser full of what few possessions I have, she nodded "leave your clothing, but bring anything else you wish," my heart almost stopped right there. I was being Adopted! The realization ran through me and I scrambled for the one thing that I had left from my parents, an old and well-loved stuffed bunny. I waved good bye and hugged the few girls I considered friends and lingered with Viktoria, she was the last living tie to my past. Our parents had died together in a factory fire and we had stuck together since then. With tears in my eyes and in hers we embraced. All she said to me was "congratulations, I hope he treats you well," and with that she shoved me towards the door and my new destiny. ~~~ I didn't even really need to put up a pretense of being normal here, they just waved it off as American oddness and the language barrier. The little girl Alexandra was just what I was looking for, just turned ten and absolutely adorable. There had been photos of her parents in her file, her mother had been quite attractive as well before she died five years ago, she would age very well. She had been adrift long enough in to be accustomed to being surrounded with people all the time, isolation training would work well. The rest of the reasoning was obvious as she walked into the office, she wanted to leave and to get out of here to some place better. With a shy smile she walked over to the desk and stood in front of it, her tiny hands clasping a very dirty plush toy. I didn't understand the exchange between the nun and the girl, but I really didn't need to, it was most likely admonishments to be nice and a general introduction of me. I caught my name and the words American and English. She nodded somberly and looked at me with a nervous smile, I think the idea of having no way to communicate till she learned a new language scared her. Good. The rest of it was just formalities, filling out the paperwork with the established lies in place. The corrupt Russian bureaucrats making it astoundingly easy to convince the US embassy to let me adopt her, the cover was that I was a distant relative, they even made the paperwork to prove it. The things people will do for money. ~~~ I was a little dismayed at the thought of having to learn an entire new language just to talk to my new father and to get along in my new country, but I was being adopted, and by someone with money to judge by his clothing. We left the orphanage that night and moved into a hotel, through his translator my father asked me "would you like your own room or would you like to share one with me?" the translator gave me a dirty leer as he asked the question and chuckled when I told him that I didn't want to be alone. I'm glad I didn't have to share a room with the interpreter, he was a rather scary looking man. We went up to the room, me and my father, as we walked towards the elevator I slipped my hand into his and gave it a squeeze. He looked down and gave me the same smile that warmed me in the orphanage, it did the same to me here. He was my father, this is the start of the best part of my life. There was only one bed in his room but it was huge, easily as big as two or three of the beds that I had slept in previously, the interpreter was dismissed at the door. On the desk in the room was something that I had never actually touched and only infrequently seen. A laptop, a sleek, high tech, brand new laptop. I wandered over to it and looked at it carefully, I didn't want to break it and make him mad. He might send me back to the home, he startled me with how silently he moved. The only sign that I had of his approach to me was when he placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and gave him my best smile, and I felt hope surge through me as never before. ~~~ No time like now to start her training, but how to approach it was the question. I had put some thought into it but I had honestly never expected to get this far with my plan. So I switched on the computer, it was the one that I had bought for her specifically anyway. She had backed away and was looking around the room as I tinkered with the computer "Alexandra" I said simply and she turned to look at me, all it took was a gesture to get her to walk over to me. Having to resort to hand gestures for the moment I pointed with both fingers to my eyes then to the computer. The login screen was open and I showed her how to get into the computer. The desktop was mostly bare, there was only educational programs on the computer. A Rosetta stone to teach her to speak and write and various other subject matter games and learning tools. With a click I brought up a translation program, it didn't work as well as a real person but it was better than nothing. I sat in the chair and she just stood there staring at me. "Please relax, can I get you something to eat?" I spoke aloud and after a moment of confusion on her face the computer spoke to her in her own language. She almost jumped in shock and exclaimed "Dear Lord!" after a moment the computer translated it for me. It took several moments to explain the program to her and finally to get her to admit she was hungry and to get her favorite food ordered. After eating I showed her the Rosetta stone program and let her spend time on it, I had to give her credit she started picking up the basics fairly quickly. The next couple of days passed with a blur on my part, we spent the majority of our time in the hotel. On the third day she finally walked up to me and said in halting English "I need clothes" and she gestured to the dirty, too small outfit that she had been wearing since I purchased her. "I was wondering when you would ask," I said calmly and she scrunched up her brow trying to figure out what I said. A few minutes and some help from the translation program and I had her convinced to go shopping with me and to pick out a pair of outfits, I told her that I would buy her a completely new wardrobe when we finally got to the states. That earned me one of her million watt smiles. ~~~ It was the first time that I had ever had actually new clothing, and part of me wanted to buy the whole store. We went through and finally settled on two shirts a coat and a dress, it was only after we had gotten back to the hotel that I realized that I had forgotten to get socks and underwear. I didn't want to make him mad by mentioning it to him so I didn't, when we got back to the room there was a package waiting for him at the desk. He took it in one hand and the rest of my clothes in the other, I was so excited to put on my new clothes when we got upstairs that I just started to tear into the packages. He placed a hand on my shoulder and walked me over to the computer and the translator, "I want you to show me how they look on you," I grabbed clothes and headed towards the bathroom. He stopped me and said "no, here," he wanted me to change in front of him? I'd never changed in front of a boy before but this wasn't just any boy. This is my father, so I did as he told me and I stripped out of my old clothes slowly before tossing them to the side. He looked me up and down very clinically before kneeling down and sticking his finger through a hole in the front of my panties and gave me a look that spoke volumes, disappointment. With one quick pull he had them down around my ankles, I had never felt so exposed and yet some part of me was excited. I tried on the various outfits for him, it became easy to strip and change after the first time. He had me spin about in each of the outfits, twice in the jeans I had gotten because I had two new shirts and three times in the dress. He seemed so pleased by it I resolved to only wear skirts and dresses for him from then on, as long as it wasn't too cold. I kept the dress on and laid on the bed, only occasionally feeling weird for not wearing anything under it. I watched him as he sat at the desk and went through the package, it was apparently what we had been waiting for because once he was done sorting through it he smiled at me "lets go," and he started to pack the things he had brought. I leaped up to help him, carefully shutting down the laptop as he showed me, my very own laptop. I thought with a grin as I helped him pack all the things up, then it was a drive to the airport, he and I sat in the back practicing English for the half hour drive. When we finally arrived we didn't go through the normal airport, we went around and into a private jet. It was official, I was the luckiest girl in Russia. ~~~ The fashion show made things difficult, I was silently thankful that she didn't notice my erection when I tore her ratty old panties off of her. With the ease that they snapped off showed just how old and undersized they were, I took a moment to fully enjoy the sight of her pre-pubescent body before having her show her clothes. When she flopped on the bed she hadn't noticed that he skirt flipped up and gave me a perfect view of her smooth backside and slender legs. Fortunately I had the state departments documents to peruse, the adoption was official, she was mine. The jet I had chartered was ready to depart when we got there, taking her on board we settled into the seats and waited. The doors sealed and the flight attendant came out, she was wearing a form fitting and almost completely transparent lace body stocking with the crotch very thoughtfully slit open. My darling little girl seemed shocked to see a nearly naked adult woman, the flight attendant even more so by exposing herself so to a ten year old girl. This flight would be such fun, I had requested the outfit and the woman to wear it, I needed something to take my mind off the little girl till we had true private time. While the stewardess fastened Alex's seat belt I reached over and ran a finger along her slit. She was a professional I'll give her that, she didn't make a sound. After we got into the air I took the whore into the back and fucked her silly, leaving her in her afterglow as my cum drained from her well used cunt. ~~~ She was naked! But she wasn't at the same time, when she bent over to secure father's seatbelt I saw that there was no bottom to her outfit. The flex of her body made the fabric split right from her rear end to her front, why would anyone wear clothes like that? It did nothing, didn't keep you warm, although from the way father looked at her, he approved. The sensation of lift off was amazing and once we got into the air father stood up and smiled down at me "stay here" and he took the almost naked woman into the back behind a curtain. Within a moment I heard noises coming from there, noises like the older girls would make when they were alone and thought nobody could hear. The sisters had talked to me about sex once, they said that a man should never touch me there unless we are in love and married. According to the older girls, it was a great way to get guys to give you things. Apparently the older girls were right, a few moments that seemed like an eternity later father came out of the back by himself with a very satisfied smile on his face and sat down across from me. Pulling out the laptop he activated the translator "we are going to be flying for almost all of a day, so enjoy yourself. But don't go behind the curtain," I nodded and spoke to the computer. "Why is she wearing that father?" it repeated for me in a very flat voice. "because I paid her to, I also paid her to have sex with me, and to serve us on this flight" I just nodded to his answer, I didn't understand but I did at the same time, girls at the house would often go out late at night to earn some money this must have been what they were doing. Sometimes they didn't come back at all, I always hoped they just got lucky and found a rich man to marry. The sisters always said those girls where headed to hell for what they did for money. "Where are we going to live father?" I asked to take my mind off what he had just done to that woman, as I asked she walked back into the cabin wearing the same thing but walking a little unsteady. There was a thick white substance clinging to her special place, now that I really looked I noticed that she had no hair there. All the girls at the home wanted hair there, they said it 'proved they were women' why would a woman remove it. "I have a house in the country where we will live until you are ready to enter a school," he said to me as he idly reached out with one hand and wiped the white stuff off the other woman's special place and offer up most of it to her. He continued speaking while he was doing this but it was hard to keep focused on his words while the woman sucked and licked the fingers he offered clean, she seemed to be enjoying herself. It was a bit of a shock when he held out a finger to me coated in the white stuff "eat?" he asked me, I just nodded slowly and licked his finger clean. It was salty and sweet and slimy but good in its own way, so I smiled for father. I didn't want to make him mad. The rest of time we were awake we spent talking about my new life, and father occasionally doing something naughty to the woman who was serving us. ~~~ Watching her try to process the excessive sexual activity was more than mildly interesting, she would get used to it very quickly if she took my use of the whore so easily. We talked about little things, mostly the worries of a little girl leaving all she knew behind. I made one thing perfectly clear to her, she needed to be useful to me and to do anything I told her to with no question. She agreed readily enough, little did she know what would be happening. With a smile and a light kiss to her lips which startled her, but earned me another smile when I called her my little girl, it was all it took to relax me for bed. ~~~ The kiss my father gave me was more than I expected, I had never had a boys lips on my own before. The warm tingling sensation traveled down my lips and deep into my belly, growing even stronger when he called me his little girl. I was his, he was mine. Life couldn't be better for me, the almost naked woman had put on a robe once my father went to sleep. She sat facing me in the seat across the table. "You are both lucky and not little one," she said in Russian "he will treat you well and take care of you. But make no mistake, you are his sex toy. He's going to use your body just like he does mine, make him happy or much worse than you know awaits you," she gestured to my body "that is your safety, and your curse." She sighed and stood "good luck" and she walked back behind the curtain and out of my life. That night my troubled dreams kept me from sleeping well, images of the translator groping me like my father had the woman on the plane. That disturbed me, but as the night wore on the man touching me changed from the evil translator to my father. It excited me, he was a handsome man and he obviously liked me. Or else I wouldn't be here, maybe he would come to love me too. ~~~ I awoke to the stewardess sucking my dick to wake me up as she had been told to, after finishing in her mouth I stood and stretched. My new acquisition asleep across the aisle, she looked so adorable and innocent. I lifted her dress and took a peek at her peach fuzz covered mound, not even sprouting hairs yet. I bit my lower lip softly and went to take a piss, I had been awoken ten minutes before the plane landed as requested. The plane came into SeaTac and I took care of the customs inspectors, it really wasn't very hard to convince them not to wake her. I showed them her newly forged Russian passport and the documents proving she was a distant relative. It made the state department's ok of the adoption much easier, her only living relative giving her a good home. I scooped her up from the seat she was sleeping in and carried her to my car. She sleepily put her arms around my neck and snuggled her head into my shoulder, it felt good, really good. The ground crew loaded the bags into the waiting car before the plane took off once more to who cared where. I settled her into the passenger seat of my car and buckled her in, making sure to lift her skirt just enough to see her virginal slit. Smiling to myself I climbed into the driver's seat and headed off into the hills, by the time she began to wake we had already left the last town 20 miles behind. ~~~ The transition to a gravel road woke me from a restful sleep, I opened my eyes to an emerald tunnel. Trees all around us lining the road, it was beautiful. Looking down I noticed that sometime since daddy had taken me off the plane and gotten us to here my skirt had slid up. Brushing it down with my hands I sat up in the seat and gave him a smile. Rolling down the tinted window I took a deep breath of the pine scented air and felt the warm sun on my face. I was happy, really happy. Even with what the lady on the plane said, nothing could ruin the way I felt right now. After a time that seemed to take no time and hours all at once we exited the tunnel of trees and entered an open area, the building ahead of us was almost as big as the orphanage. It was so exciting, a great big home out in the middle of nature. I had nothing but the small bag with the clothing he had gotten me and my bunny clutched tightly to my chest, this was exciting but frightening all at the same time. The words of the sister and the woman on the plane came back to me clearly, make him happy and my life would be easy. Keep him happy no matter what, that I could do, I would strive to make him so happy that he never wanted me to leave. ~~~ The first six months went by with little to remark upon, me working on the inventions that kept my fortune growing and she at her computer learning more and more every day. By the end of the third month she had mastered enough English that we could speak without assistance of the translation software. I hadn't sprang the special wardrobe I had been buying piece by piece, it was rather hard to find lingerie her size, half of it was custom ordered. A State Department official had come by and questioned the both of us, making sure everything was all right. My darling little girl convinced her that all was well and that she was very happy. After the six month checkup the State Department decided that I was a fit father and left us alone, giving Alex a card to call her if she needed anything. The next day I made the card vanish, she wouldn't need it. That night, we sat down to dinner. "So Alex, you have been here six months and you have progressed quite nicely. I'm proud of you," I said with a smile which she returned a hundred fold. "Thank you Papa, I've been trying to make you happy with me" she said between forkfuls of food. "Well baby after dinner, if you want I can show you how you can make me even happier," it was time to begin her training. First things first, getting her dressing right. ~~~ After dinner we walked into his bedroom, I had been sleeping in there with him just about half of the time. Only using my own room to change or when he left me alone at night. I was fearing what he wanted me to do to make him happier, quite often I'd wake up in the middle of the night with his hand under my panties and touching my special place. I never complained because it always felt good, and how could I get mad at something that he did while he was asleep? "Come here honey, now that you are officially my daughter I have a present for you," he walked over to his closet and went inside. I followed him into the walk in closet and into the back. "What is it daddy?" I said with excitement, he looked at me and smiled. Placing his hand on a stack of drawers against the back wall. "These are all yours, take very good care of them. It was very difficult and I spent a lot of money getting them for you," he smiled and stepped back from the drawers. I stepped forward excitedly and opened the top drawer, it was filled with little lace things. Picking one up I recognized them as panties, but so soft and nice, the prettiest things I had ever been given. Almost a dozen pairs of lace panties, the most I had ever owned. I pulled off the cheap cotton ones that I had been wearing and slipped on a snow white pair, feeling like a grown up wearing them. Also in the drawer was what looked almost like pants but with feet like socks and absolutely transparent. "Daddy, what is this?" I said holding up the strange pants. "They are called pantyhose honey, or simply hose. Typically worn under a skirt or a dress" he said to me in a matter of fact manner that had taken me a while to get used to. Most people shaded the truth, or outright lied, he always told me the truth. I set the hose off to the side and opened up the next of the 4 drawers, I had never seen anything like them before. Some looked like swim suits, others almost like normal clothes or even a short dress. The thing that all of them had in common was the fact that you could see through almost all of them, some of them even had parts around the chest and crotch that would open. He wanted me to wear these things, I would make him happy. "Daddy, I don't know how to wear some of these" I said holding up what I would later find out was called a corset. "It's ok honey, I'll show you how. Some of the things, like the one you have in your hands need help to get on your body. Why don't you strip and I'll show you how to wear them," he reached out and caressed my cheek before placing a gentle kiss on my lips. Another thing that had taken a little bit to get used to, always kissing me on the lips like a man did for a woman. It made me feel so warm and loved deep inside. So I pulled my dress off over my head and stood there in my lace panties. ~~~ It had taken so long to get to this point I was tired of waiting, once she had her dress off I was looking through the drawers to pull out an outfit for her to wear for tomorrow and set it aside. I showed her the basics of putting on lingerie properly without damaging the delicate fabrics. Once she had grasped the basics of it I picked up the outfit I had set aside "Ok Alex, this is a bit more complicated but it is worth it," I gave her one of my best smiles and pulled out the garter belt and stockings "we'll start here." "It's all so lovely daddy, it makes me feel all grown up" she said with just a faint trace of an accent, she was learning quickly. I knelt down like I had so many times before, ever since that first fashion show I normally took her clothes off her at the end of the day. I pulled the white panties off her hips with a gentle touch then picked up the garter belt. "Well if you are all grown up, maybe tonight I'll show you something else that only grownups get to enjoy," I was already visualizing having that tiny little mound in my mouth as I hooked the garter belt onto her almost non-existent hips. I picked her tiny body up and set her on the edge of the dresser and started on the thigh highs. "Shouldn't my panties go on first?" she asked, watching me work. "Not with this, with the way it works you wouldn't be able to use the potty if you did," I set the final clip on both of her stockings and sat looking up at her. Nearly naked and oh so innocent, without even thinking about it I leaned forward and kissed her between the legs. The surprised moan that escaped her lips was worth it, she looked down at me with surprise and a smile on her blushing face. "Sorry honey, it just looked like your other lips needed a kiss too." ~~~ The kiss to my special place sent an electric shock through my body, starting where his lips touched and flowing out till my legs felt weak. I wanted him to do it again so badly, when he slid my panties back on to me he gave me another kiss there. I lifted my hips when he did, pressing myself into his face. He finished dressing me in a white button up top that if you looked closely at you could see my nipples through, and a short skirt that barely covered my bottom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I knew, I just knew he loved me. I looked so beautiful, just like the girls in the movies. I threw myself into his arms and hugged him tightly around the neck, he slipped a hand under my bottom to hold me up. Two of his fingers pressing against my special place, it felt almost as good as the kiss I was placing on his lips. The first time that I had initiated a kiss with him, and if this was all it took to make him happy. This was the best life I could ever have hoped for, if only Viktoria was here to share in the joy. ~~~ I couldn't wait anymore, her kissing me made my cock jump to its full ten inches. I knew I was too big to have sex with her if I didn't want to damage her reproductive system. There are always other ways to have fun and I was planning on showing her one right now. Carrying her out of the closet with my fingers pressed against her entrance I laid her down on the bed, my mouth moving to her lace covered labia. I took my time, first just kisses over lace. Then I slipped the panties off her and moved my mouth to her inner thighs, my fingers gently stroking the peach fuzz on her preteen pussy. Her body was trying to be ready for it, the moisture beginning to leak from her tasted sweeter than honey. My lips and tongue found her tiny little clit while my little finger stroked around her entrance, her moans and groans leading me to what she wanted. After only a few minutes she cried out loudly with her first orgasm, I left her panties on the floor and crawled up the bed. ~~~ It started just as the warm and tingly sensation that his kisses always gave me, only much stronger. I couldn't see what he was doing under my skirt but I didn't care, I just shut my eyes and let the waves crash over me. Till I finally exploded, it shook my body and I felt so weak after, but oh so good. I opened my eyes when I felt daddy lay down next to me "Thank you daddy, I love you" I said with a smile and kissed him softly, tasting myself on his lips. A taste that I would grow to love. "Now it's your turn Alex, I'm going to teach you how to make me very happy," I sat up and looked down at him, my legs folded under me. "You're going to learn how to suck a dick," he said with a smile as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was easily longer than my hand, maybe 30cm. "I don't think all of that will fit in my mouth Daddy," I said nervously, I really wanted to make him happy but I didn't know what to do. "It doesn't have to honey, you just have to kiss it and lick it and suck on the tip," I nodded and wrapped my hand around his manhood, and guided it to my mouth. I experimented with a few things and listened to his instructions. He placed his hand on the back of my neck and held my head in place as a hot, salty, sticky goo shot into my mouth. The same stuff I had tasted on the plane, I tried to swallow all of it but a lot of it spilled out of my mouth. I looked up at him laying down on the bed, a smile on his face. ~~~ The cum leaking from her smile was the perfect finish to her first lesson in sex, I used my finger to scoop up the bits she missed and fed them to her. She cleaned my fingers like a good girl should and smiled up at me "Did I do good daddy?" "You did wonderfully Alex, I'm so proud of you" she crawled up the bed and rested her head on my chest with a contented sigh. We woke up about an hour later to the sounds of the birds outside singing. I didn't even have to lift up her skirt this time, I placed a single digit on her tiny clit and gave it a rub till she woke up. "Aww, daddy, you stopped. It was a very nice way to wake," she complained when I pulled my hand away. I gave her lips a firm pat and she squeaked. "It is time for me to teach you the things that only family can teach you Alex my darling. Lesson one, everyone has the same purpose in life. To be as useful as possible to the fewest number of people as needed to live a happy life, and to always be of use to their family," she looked at me with mild confusion "I am useful to you by giving you a place to stay, food, an education, your very clothes. Not to mention getting you out of Russia." ~~~ His words rang true, and I felt an ache. He had given me a wonderful life, and if he wished me to be useful then I would be "How should I be useful Papa?" I sat up, pulling my knees under me and smoothing out my skirt. The play earlier felt nice, but it still felt weird having those parts touched after all the sisters had told me. He was my father, and I did love him, and he loves me. It must be ok. "Well, you don't have many skills yet, but you can continue to learn. Learning more is always good for you. You can do chores around the house," he zipped his fly, I hadn't even noticed that his thing was still out. He stood and handed me my panties, it felt good to have something covering my special place again. The things he bought for me were all so pretty that even the simple things felt special, not just the lace, just another thing I had only ever seen pictures of before. "I can also, write and speak English and Russian, Papa," I said, pulling up my panties as I hopped from the bed, thinking about what we did again as the cool lace touched "I can also, umm" I felt my face heat up as I looked at his groin "make you happy," just thinking about it sent a tingle through my body. "You are absolutely right honey, but remember, as in all things you don't have to do anything you really don't want to do," he kneeled down and looked me in the eyes, his smile, I didn't even notice he was about to kiss me until his eyes closed. His beard scratched a little, but his lips against mine felt so right. When he pulled back my face felt a blaze once more "you could also dress nicely for me, or if you are feeling very nice, you could dress naughty." "Dress naughty?" "Yes, like what you're wearing is very nice and pretty. If you did this," he pulled out my blouse and unbuttoned it, taking the loose ends and tying them together. It covered almost like a bikini top "that is a little bit naughty, and a little bit more is this" his hands moved to the waist of my skirt and pulled it down to my ankles. I felt so exposed, I could see as the blush covered my upper chest, then I met his eyes and he gave me a smile. "Don't worry honey, I won't peal any more off besides. You look amazing like that." I picked up my skirt and looked at it for a moment before deciding, and I set it on the bed. I could give this a try for a while, I could always put more on if I wanted. He took me by the hand and led me out into the kitchen at the end of the hall. Every time I came in here it amazed me, it was easily as big as the one at the home. Once again the pain in my heart came back "Papa, I miss Viktoria, she was my best friend. We grew up next door, before the fire," I didn't know what I wanted but I had promised him to always be honest and be direct. ~~~ I had been expecting this, and had already started moving on the paperwork. I had heard the story while I was there getting Alex, but I couldn't make a move while the paperwork for her was still processing. Now with the stories established it was fairly straight forward to get her adopted, I didn't even have to fly out to get her. It would take another six months, but she didn't need to know that "well then Alex, I could try to do the same and adopt her. It might be more difficult, or it could be easy. Either way, I have another person to take care of, I understand how this is useful to you. But how is it to me?" I let the question stump her for a while and moved to start making dinner, pulling up the recipe on the display and starting prep work. She fell right in as always, helping me wash the veggies and being careful of her new clothes. "Hold on honey, I got something you can wear to protect your clothes" I had been saving it for later, but now was as good a time as any. It was a very cute, black and white, French maid's apron "Ok honey, take off your shirt. This doesn't cover the sleeves." She was getting very good at obeying, I slipped the apron over her head "Daddy, if I did extra things around the house to be useful, could you look into adopting Viktoria?" I turned her around and tied the apron behind her back, hiding my smile and enjoying the view of her legs and back side. "Absolutely honey, I will leave it up to you on how you go about doing that," I couldn't wait to see where this led. The next day I was joyful to find out, apparently she had spent a good deal of time in the special wardrobe. I woke up to my little darling licking and stroking my cock with enthusiasm if not talent, wearing one of the teddies that I had gotten. The sky blue looked so good on her skin, she looked up at me and smiled before taking the head of my shaft into her mouth. The view coupled with her silken hands and agile tongue had me erupting into her mouth in no time, to her credit she only had a little drop on the corner of her mouth. "It's time for breakfast daddy," she said with a beautiful smile and bounced off the bed. Gone so fast down the hall that I barely had time to notice the color matching panties and knee socks, this had been my best investment yet. I was just about to climb out of bed when she came in carrying a tray laden with breakfast for two. Cold cereal and juice for her, and a not half bad first attempt at an omelet and coffee for me. She was going to try and slide the tray up herself, but to reduce the risk I picked it up and set down the legs on the bed. She climbed up and kissed me lightly on the lips "thank you Papa." ~~~ I had tried to make this morning perfect, wearing my favorite color and everything. When I came in carrying the tray the first time he didn't wake to my words, but seeing him hard even asleep gave me a great option and it worked so well. After he helped me with the tray I climbed up into his lap, wiggling my bottom against his deflating penis. I pulled the tray closer to us and picked up my juice, and washed the last of the salty taste from my mouth. He slid an arm around my waist and settled his hand on my stomach, the tips of his fingers tracing along the band of my panties. I had a war in my head of having him make me feel good again or eating. Finally the rumbling of my stomach won out and I started to eat. When we finally got done eating I was going to remove the tray, but apparently Papa had the same idea I did earlier. His fingers slipped into my panties and once again began their magic, I had tried to do the same to myself but it felt so much better when he did it for me. "Ok honey, your English is good enough that you can come with me into town, but of course you can't wear that. Even though I would love to show off just how pretty you are in it," he said with a smile "Why don't you go get changed, I have an outfit set to the side in there for you if you want. Or you can dress how you want." I went into his closet and my special wardrobe once again and found the outfit he was talking about, it was a very pretty if light weight dress with little blue flowers on it. He had even been thoughtful enough to set aside a pair of hose that looked like the garter belt and stockings, but without the clips. They were much easier to get on and didn't try sliding down too much when I moved, I pulled my panties on up over them and then tossed on my dress. ~~~ She came out looking like an angel, just like I imagined. "you look lovely honey, are you wearing just what I put out for you?" She nodded "of course Papa. It's a lovely dress and the hose are much easier to put on than the garter is," she lifted her skirt and showed me, I reached out and touched her panties. "I didn't lay out the panties, but if you want to wear them you can," making my voice sound mildly disappointed was a trick I had learned long ago. She bit her lip and looked down. With a bit of a wiggle she slipped her panties off and let her skirt fall. "I feel weird without panties on Papa, I feel so exposed," she looked down and covered her mound with her hands. "Well you have a dress on honey, and nobody is going to look up your skirt. As long as you don't make it easy for them," I slid my hand under hers and took one of them, giving it a squeeze I walked with her to the door. She took a brief look back at the panties on the floor and kept walking. Her training was progressing better than I hoped. ~~~ It went against everything that the sisters had taught me, but I did as Papa asked, he was right. As long as I was careful, nobody would see my special place. I was too excited anyway, the property was beautiful all hills and trees and wild animals, but I wanted to see people for a change. It was a long drive to town, almost an hour flying down a deserted road running between farm fields. "It's a fairly small town honey, just a couple hundred people. So it's not all that exciting, but there is a very good pizza place in town if you're hungry," he said to me placing a hand on my thigh. "That sounds really good Papa, I'd really like to see the town if nothing else. It gets lonely up on the mountain sometimes, even if I always have you," I didn't mean my words to come out so sad, but that was the truth. "Well, I try not to mingle too much with the locals here, but you will have more chances to make friends when you start school. If you keep progressing so well in your education you might be ready by the start of the new school year." He offered trying to encourage me, he was probably right, but I couldn't help feeling alone. I would have to work very hard to have him bring Viktoria back to me. We listened to the radio on the rest of the drive, him letting me take control of the stations. I understood most of the words to the songs now, and it made the modern music much more confusing. I ended up sticking it on classic rock to the enjoyment of both of us. By the time we drove into the tiny town we were both singing along to the ones we knew. We ended up spending the entire day in town, stopping into the grocery store and picking up supplies like he did every couple of weeks. I kept hoping all day that I could keep coming every time, it was nice being around people even if I didn't know any of them. We ended up at the clothes store and I picked out a couple more dresses, the nice lady helping me asking me all kinds of questions about my father. I just told her the story, I was adopted and that my Papa was my only relative, I loved living with him. She kept asking me if he hurt me, I just looked at her like she was crazy and told her firmly "Papa, would never harm me" that was one thing that I knew to be absolutely true. ~~~ She did an amazing job defusing the sales lady's suspicions of me, I expected people to question her about the single man that adopted her but this was absurd. I would have to have her fired for something, I kept it very quiet that I owned the vast majority of the town and the bank that kept it afloat. We ended up at the pizza place towards the end of the afternoon it was interesting watching her read through the entire menu and finally end up ordering the works. I hadn't seen a pizza with that many toppings in a very long time, and she loved every bite. The smile on her face reminded me why I had always loved the young. True pleasure and happiness in even the simplest things. She ate almost half of it to herself, growing girls right? "Papa, this is so delicious, I had only ever had cheese or peperoni on them. I didn't know you could get so many things," she said with a smile when the last of it got boxed up to go. I just chuckled and ruffled her hair a bit, after we climbed into the car I spoke to her "you did a very good job today in the store. We don't want you getting sent back to Russia now do we?" I said with a smile, letting the idea seep in for a moment "I am proud of you Alex," and I and my daughter drove into the mountains. Singing along with the radio the whole way. ~~~ It was a perfect day out, the sun was shining the people where nice. Well other than the sales lady, she was worse than the person from the government. Once we got home I helped Papa bring in and put away the supplies like we did every two weeks. Then on to the teaching computer while he went off to do whatever was to occupy his time, usually it was either the garden or the lab, but it had been more of the lab lately. I had done very well in all the other programs but there was one that I hadn't gotten past the basics of yet. Human Sexuality, I had to look up the word the first time I saw it, with what had been going on I needed to study up. First it was mostly biology, that I got through pretty easy, well at least the girl parts. I knew all about the monthly cycle and pregnancy, now it was time to dive into the practical things. Just clicking over to the section made me both nervous and excited. Then I lost myself into the information, first it was all about preventing pregnancies and infections. Some of them looked really bad, then I got into what me and Papa had been doing, oral sex and masturbation. Well at least for me, Papa loved playing with my clit according to the diagram. Following the programs recommendation I made sure I was alone, but I really wasn't worried if Papa saw me and took a look. I lifted up my dress and peeled open my labia, pulling back the hood I poked at my tiny clit. With the attention I was giving it I began to feel the tingling warmth that daddy gave me, according to the program it was called arousal, or more commonly being horny or getting wet. I could see why they called it being wet, my vagina was already getting very moist. I probed a finger inside myself and a soft moan escaped me, as I pressed deeper I felt the resistance of my hymen. The program warned that breaking it normally hurt and caused bleeding, so I held off for the time and opened the video of a woman masturbating. I started to follow along with the woman as best as I could, I felt the sensation building again, an orgasm. The wave that crashed over me wasn't anywhere near as powerful as what Papa had given me, my eyes flicked up to the screen and saw the lady obviously enjoying the finger going inside herself. Doing my best not to pop my cherry I stroked the inside of myself and after a few moments of effort managed one big enough to leave me panting. "That looked like a lot of fun Alex" my eyes flew open to see him standing there with a smile on his face, I could feel the burn of my blush as I pushed my skirt down. "I didn't hear you Papa" "Well I heard your very happy sounding moans from my lab, I figured its time to give you a present" I sat up immediately, my heart racing. He held up a wooden box with a cable coming from the back "well open it," I reached forward and opened the long box, inside was a collection of white rods. The smallest no bigger than my little finger, the biggest just slighting smaller than Papa's erect penis. "It's a collection of adult toys honey, the smallest should be ok for you to use for a couple of years." I was shocked for only a second, and then an idea occurred to me. A perfect way to guarantee that Viktora came here "Thank you Papa, I love them," I jumped up onto my tiptoes and kissed him on the lips before running off into my bedroom with my new toys. When I was all alone my dress came off and I layed down a towel, I found an on switch and turned on the smallest of the vibrators. The sensation of it upon my clit was electric, I took a deep breath and bit back a yelp of pain as I drove the toy through my hymen. I finished myself off with the toy to an amazing climax, with weak knees I cleaned up the toy and my little bit of blood with the towel. I was going to try and do what the program said felt the best for both people, it would be very useful. ~~~ It was about an hour later that I went to check on her, she was asleep on her bed wearing nothing but the open hose on her legs. With a little rolling of her I got her under the covers, and with a quick check of the laundry I had seen what she had done. I headed off to my room and dreams of little girls sliding themselves down a large cock. Waking up was becoming one of my favorite things, the silk of her tongue sliding up my shaft and her lips kissing the tip. I just kept my eyes closed feeling her suck on my cock, my eyes fluttered open as my seed exploded into her mouth. My eyes opened to her blond haired blue eyed glory rising up on her knees and scooping the escaped drops of cum into her mouth. "I think I'm really starting to like that taste Papa," she said with a giggle, I took in what she was wearing with a sweep. A black silk tank top stopping just above her belly button and black knee highs. "Wow," was the only thing I could say for the moment, that look would have been amazing on any woman. On her it took on a whole deeper level. I would later identify that moment as the one when I actually fell in love with her. ~~~ I just fell into his arms, feeling his warmth deep through me. His lips on mine, then his lips parted and he licked my lips lightly. His hands caressing my back, gliding over the shirt like phantoms. We laid like that for long enough for my cereal to get soggy and his food to get cold, our arms wrapped around each other our lips pressed together. After a time I felt his penis pressing against my thigh, I reached down and gripped his shaft. Pulling it up I shifted my hips away and started to stroke it slowly, one of his fingers sought out my clit. It was slow and wonderful, as I convulsed during my climax his penis sprayed over me. In three solid jets he spent himself upon my stomach and pubic mound. When we finally let our lips part, my stomach was a flutter. "I love you Papa," and I snuggled close to him. "I love you too darling" my heart seemed to stop. ~~~ The rest of the week went by in a blur, we swam in the pool, worked on our own projects. Every morning we spent an eternity in each other's arms, finally the real world crept in and I had to leave. "I'm sorry Alex, but for the next couple of months I'll be gone about every other week for about a week at a time. In the next three months I'll make enough money to last at current spending rates for two years, only one if I can get Viktoria here. And yes I am working on it baby girl," she tried to look happy, but I could see the touch of sadness. I gave her a deep kiss and smiled "I have something for you so you can keep in contact with me," I pulled out the modified cell phone and placed it in her hands, it was locked so she could only contact out through an app. With me as the only contact "you can call me or send pictures or video and I can do the same," I could have taken her with me, but it was part of the training plan and I had to follow it. The rest was true though. ~~~ The tears didn't fall till after he had driven off, I spent an hour weeping in his bed. Pulling myself together I went to distract myself on the computer, finally making my way through the basics on sex in the library. It looked like all the people in the videos were enjoying themselves quite a bit through all of it, by the end I was so horny that I took the next size up and loved all of it. I even felt it go all the way into me, it was so filling, I wished so hard that it was Papa. After I recovered I went into my special wardrobe and sorted through for the right thing to send him photos of me in. Over the next couple hours I tried on everything, snapping photos from various angles and in the mirror, I stopped and looked at them all sixty of them. I only sent a couple of them to him, one of the outfits, the one I ended up in. A top that I had to zip up the side with garter belt attached, I looked great in black and red stripes, I even found black stockings with red tops to go with I had to settle for just black lace panties. There was a pair in black and red, but the middle parted open revealing my special place, I was going to save those for later. Through the rest of the week while he was gone I played with bigger and bigger toys, getting almost halfway through the set before I couldn't take the stretching any more. My days were spent between studies and exchanging naughty texts with Papa, I knew Papa was bigger than the biggest toy I had but I couldn't wait for it to be him inside me. When he finally did return home it was late at night, I had a dinner all prepared on the table and I was dressed in the prettiest outfit I had. The black and red one from the first photos, I had put on the black and red panties and hid them under a skirt that went to my knees. I tried the heels he got for me but I had trouble walking in them so I went with the flats. I even used the makeup he had gotten me when I first moved in. ~~~ It was good to come home, this week was tiring but she made it bearable. Stepping in the door I saw a vision of loveliness, she looked innocent and alluring at the same time. By the time I noticed the artful touch of makeup on her face she was already in my arms, I'm not entirely sure which of us moved first but I took her into my arms and kissed her with a passion I had thought long dead in me. We sat and ate and talked of our weeks, interesting things learned and new projects launched. Even though words came out of my mouth I couldn't tell you what I said, or what she said, all I remember is the way she looks. She guided me to the bedroom after dinner, I tried to undress myself or her but she wouldn't let me. Just kept batting my hands away, she stripped me slowly and worked my shaft with her mouth getting me rock hard before sliding her skirt off and climbing on the bed with me. Sitting up rubbing her panties along my hard shaft, she lifted an arm over her head and unzipped the corset letting it fall away. I tried to sit up to taste her nipples, but once again she pushed me back down "close your eyes Papa," she said it so gently I barely heard it but I shut my eyes. The next thing I felt was her working the head of my cock into her virginal entrance, I didn't move and I didn't open my eyes I just let her work it slowly in. When I felt the head pop into her I whispered "don't hurt yourself," I let my eyes crack open and looked at the expression of bliss on her face as she slowly sank down on my shaft. ~~~ "Oh god" I sighed as I slowly lowered myself, it hurt so good to have him fully in me. I had spent the entire day working my way to take his thickness, I knew I couldn't take all the length. I felt his head hit my cervix and stopped pushing, I looked down and only saw about half of it buried inside me. Carefully working my hips I slid him in and out, when he pulled me down to him I almost collapsed. I kissed his neck and chest and shoulders, his hips rocking slowly and we came. I woke up feeling fresh and clean, I think daddy cleaned me in the night. From the feel he dressed me too, waking up with a yawn and a stretch I looked down and saw the baby blue silk night gown he had gotten me. But I didn't see him in the bed, he came in a few moments later with breakfast for us. "I love you so much Papa, last night was amazing," it was even though I was really sore between my legs. "Well honey, I really hadn't planned on teaching you about sex this way but I'm very glad it happened," he gave me one of his smiles, the wonderful ones. Just as powerful as the day we first met. "So am I Papa, I want to do it again, soon," I giggled and sat up in the bed, he slid the tray up to me and we enjoyed a relaxing morning. ~~~ She went for a bath after breakfast and I went to make arrangements, the private school was all set up. It was amazing the kinds of places that the right amount of money could get you into, and what the right amounts of money could do. If my little angel kept up her behavior we might even fly to go pick up her new sister, hopefully the orphanage was putting the resources I gave them to good use. On top of the cash donation they got I also set them up with some educational materials, just modified versions of the educational computer I got for Alex. Viktoria should have already started to learn English and would ease her transition. The positive side, Alex was already ahead of her age group in general knowledge according to the computer, so while she started school in the fall. I could help Viktora catch up in her education. She came bouncing out of the bathroom naked and smiled at me "Papa, I want to go swimming while its still warm, can you pull the cover back on the pool?" I just nodded and pulled out my phone, opening the app without really looking. "All set honey, are you going like that or are you going to put on a swimsuit?" I said with a chuckle. "Like this Papa, It feels exciting to be naked," she blushed and bounced out towards the back yard. I tried to focus on my paperwork but I couldn't with the thoughts of her swimming naked so nearby. I grabbed my camera and trotted out onto the back deck, for a couple minutes I just stood there and enjoyed the view of her swimming laps. I snapped a few pictures of her glistening body slicing through the water before she caught me, and started dancing. She twisted and dived and showed off in the water before strutting her way out of the pool, as she played with me and the camera I moved closer. "Turn around, spread your legs a bit and pick up your towel baby girl," she nodded and giggled, she wiggled her rump and showed off her newly unvigrin mound. I would later look back on these photos as the start of the most wonderful time in all of our lives.