Summary: M/g Pedo. Mastur. A man meets a strange woman, and falls for her daughter. Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never be this good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets. Title: Daughter of the Dawn By Pedro Feelya I woke up that morning in a strange bed. As soon as I realized that, I remembered everything that had happened the night before. I didn't normally go to bars, and I didn't usually get drunk. Last night I did both. I had been feeling lonely so I got dressed up and went to a bar nearby to watch people get drunk. I don't have a problem getting dates. I just have a problem trying to get rid of women who have too many problems. After a few Long Island Ice Teas', I was feeling too good and was watching the only good looking woman in the bar dancing with an old lanky barfly. She was watching me, watching her. At one point she turned so her partner could not see and crooked her finger at me in a come hither motion. I waited till the jukebox song was done and then went to meet her at the other end of the bar. I motioned to the bartender to bring her a drink. He apparently already knew what she was drinking and brought it over. She had red hair and said her name was Dawn; easy to remember. I vaguely remember making the usual chit-chat, and then dancing with her to her favorite songs that she played on the jukebox. Soon she wanted to go to another club. I agreed and we left. She loved my sports car. And, she wanted me to go too fast. I know that I was too drunk to be driving, so I was very careful to not be pulled over for doing anything stupid. The next club was really dead, so after a drink, we went to another. It was dead also, so I took her to a real rowdy shitkicker bar. She loved the excitement, and we stayed till they stopped serving at 1:30, then we went and got a large bottle of Jack and some condoms at an all night liquor store. I didn't know where she lived, and I didn't really want to take her to my place. There was a regular hotel just down the street. All they had left was a room with two full sized beds on the backside of the building. Within minutes of getting to the room, she was trying to get her tongue down the back of my throat and stripping me and herself. We did everything kinky and normal for the next hour. She was into oral, anal, and she dug her nails deep into my back. She wanted me to slap her ass hard while she rode me. I learned to be more careful after I hit my balls once. She was also loud. I was afraid we would get complaints, but I also enjoyed the hell out of it. It was some of the wildest and best sex I had ever heard of. After an hour, she said she wanted to call someone and check up on someone called Kathy. Well, soon she was arguing loudly with the person on the phone, she told them where she was, and then hung up. We went back to kissing and rubbing. Fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the door. "That must be them." Dawn said. I hadn't invited anyone else and felt a little put out. I didn't know what was going on, but it would probably interrupt our good time. I pulled the blanket from the floor over me to cover myself. Dawn just walked over and answered the door naked. Without a word spoken, a young girl came in with two garbage bags full of clothes. The girl was sleepy, and cute, and looked to be about twelve years old. I guess no one had come to the door with her. Dawn said, "This is my daughter, Kathy, and she needs somewhere to spend the night." I was disappointed that we were done with sex, but you can't kick a little girl out. Dawn put Kathy in the other full sized bed and tucked her in. I was surprised when Dawn came back over and started kissing me, and under the covers grabbed my still hard cock. I was drunk and horny, so we continued to make love with that single light blanket covering us from the waist down. Dawn was still loud and several times I looked over and saw Kathy watching us sleepily. Maybe an hour later, we fell asleep with Dawn sprawled across me. I woke up instantly in the bright sunshine. The clock on the nightstand said 11:14. My mouth was bone dry, my head pounded, and my dick and bladder ached with a piss hardon. Someone, it was Kathy, was watching TV very quietly. I looked over at Dawn, fearing to see her without the haze of alcohol and dim lighting. She wasn't that bad. Her red hair was a little too bright red to be natural. Her face and body were slender and not at all ugly. Then I noticed something that I hadn't seen before. There was a gauntness to the jaw and a shrunkeness to her eye sockets. I groaned inside. I recognized that look. She was probably a druggy. I had brushed up against that drug addicted crowd way back in college. A brief and traumatic affair with a young welfare mom whose drug enhanced mood swings were impossible to deal with. I was naked in bed. My clothes were across the room. I had a huge hardon. I needed to pee so bad it hurt. And, I didn't want to wake Dawn by stealing the blanket. Kathy was watching me. I instinctively smiled at her, and she smiled back. I realized that it was probably past checkout time and I should pay for the room for another night. I am no prude, and being naked with a full blown hardon was not embarrassing, but I didn't know how Kathy would react. With no other choice, I thought to myself that I might as well do it with dignity. Kathy watched me get up, and then her gaze dropped to my stiff cock. I tried to walk casually past Kathy to my clothes. My cock seemed to be on a spring as it waved and bobbed up and down. Kathy's eyes were glued to my cock and her head turned to follow it as I went past. I bent down and picked up my clothes and headed for the bathroom. I could feel her staring at my bare ass. Instead of getting embarrassed, I felt myself incredibly turned on for no reason I could figure out. In the bathroom my cock never really got soft, and I had a hell of a time trying to piss. I got dressed, walked out of the bathroom, and told Kathy that I had to go pay for another night and then go to work. I felt like a heel sneaking out like this. Paying for another night was the least I could do. Kathy didn't say anything as I left and her mother never stirred at all. It wasn't really true that I had to go to work. I own my own business and it runs pretty well on its own. I check on my employees daily and spend most of my time developing new clients. I don't really have a routine nor need to be there. I paid for another night at the hotel, and went home to get cleaned up and take a nap. My head still pounded and my stomach was too queasy to eat. I slept till four and got up and piddled around until 5:30. By then my conscience was getting to me. I had never had such an abrupt one night stand and it messed with my morals. I wanted to go check on them and see if they were okay. Maybe, I wanted to see if Dawn wanted more sex. I stopped by KFC and got a large bucket of chicken with all the sides. It was after six when I knocked on the hotel room door. An agonizing minute went by and then the door opened a little and Kathy was looking out. I smiled and said, "I brought food." while holding out the KFC bags. When she saw that it was me she lit up with a smile and let the door swing open. I carried the food in and set it on the small dresser. I looked around and saw that Dawn was not there. "Where's your mom?" I asked. "She had to take care of some stuff. She might be back later." The word "might" was not lost on me. I looked around and saw that the mostly full bottle of Jack Daniels was missing. I realized that her mother probably had gone out hunting for another man to spend the night with. Kathy had been left all alone. I said that we had better eat before the food got cold and I helped Kathy set up the small meal on the bed. Kathy ate fast and ate a lot. I picked at some food. I felt bad when I wondered how often Kathy got fed. While we ate I asked normal questions about her. What about school? She was in the fourth grade, but hadn't been to school for a couple weeks. "Fourth grade?" I was surprised. "How old are you?" "I'm nine and a half; almost ten." she said with confidence. I couldn't keep myself from asking, "How long have you been living in hotels like this?" She shrugged. "For a couple weeks. Ever since my mother got out." I didn't need or want to know where her mother had gotten out from. There were a couple possibilities and none of them were good. Kathy kept talking. She had been living with her grandmother most of her life, but she didn't like her grandmother and wasn't happy there. She could never do anything right for her grandmother and was always in the way or too loud. Her grandmother would get angry and complain all the time about Dawn. Kathy knew that her mother was messed up, but living like this was better than being at grandma's. She had finished eating and grew sad. Then she brightened and asked if I wanted to play cards. I looked around the room. Dawn's clothes were thrown about on one side and the side Kathy slept on was neat. There weren't any toys or games to be seen. I know what it feels like to be so lonely and I had to say yes. Kathy went and dug in her garbage bag and came up with a new deck of playing cards. She knew poker and blackjack, but instead we decided she should teach me how to play Go Fish. This lasted for over hour with both of us laughing and talking the whole time. She seemed so mature for her age. I then suggested we go get an ice cream. I didn't think we would be gone for more than a few minutes and I didn't think Dawn would be back soon. Kathy grabbed a keycard for the door lock and we walked down the street to a burger stand that had huge vanilla cones. We had a wonderful time. She was so happy to have someone to do something with and I was too. We walked some more and talked, and found a playground and sat on the swings in the dark. Kathy didn't know anything about her father, and she didn't think her mother did either. It was getting cold so we walked back to the room. She walked so close that she kept bumping into me. In the room she begged me to play cards again. We played cards for another hour and a half. It was well after ten and I started looking at the door, thinking I should go. Kathy saw this and said, "Please don't leave. I don't want you to go." I felt guilty about leaving a child all alone, and I also didn't want to go either. I really didn't think Dawn was coming back tonight. Hell, I paid for the room; I should be allowed to stay. I didn't want to sleep in my nice shirt and slacks, so I quickly took them off and got into one bed in my underwear. Kathy had turned her back to me to give me some privacy, but then I noticed from the corner of my eye that she watched me in the mirror. Kathy then turned around and faced me and started to undress. She didn't meet my gaze and she moved slowly and deliberately. This time I was the one who openly watched as she carefully pulled her jeans down to reveal plain white cotton underwear. It was innocent. She was just a kid, and it shouldn't matter. She folded her jeans carefully and turned towards me and lifted the hem of her T-shirt. I was actually disappointed when I saw that she had a light white undershirt under it. The undershirt rode most of the way up with the T-shirt but fell before it reached her breasts. I didn't understand why I would want to see her topless. Kathy folded the T-shirt also. When she bent and turned to put it away my eyes took in her perky little butt that stood out. Again she turned toward me and this time she stretched. Her hands went as far above her head as they could go and she lifted up onto her toes. The super thin fabric of her undershirt pulled tight to her chest and I could see the dark penny-sized nipples stick out from what might be the start of breasts, but were probably chest muscles. It was obvious that she was doing this for my attention. She smiled when she looked over and saw me staring. She was teasing me and my body was responding. I had noticed before that she was cute and had a wonderful slim body. But now I could see that she had smooth milky white skin. Her hair was a dark, auburn, reddish brown. Her hair fell to just below her shoulders and her bangs were neatly trimmed. And her features would make for a model someday. Her lips looked especially delicious. She crawled slowly into bed and pulled the blanket up to her shoulders. I was disappointed that the show was over. She had wanted my attention and I had enjoyed giving it. I turned out the light and we talked innocently for another twenty minutes, then I faded off to sleep. I became conscious of someone sliding into bed with me in the darkness. I didn't say anything as Kathy spooned up tight against me, right in my lap. I lifted my head and kissed her on the neck, trying to tell her it was ok. She snuggled even deeper and tighter into me. I had shifted position when I first realized what she was doing and now her head was pillowed by my left arm. Her slender legs were up tight against each of mine. My right arm was folded and reached over her, trapping her, and protecting her from the coolness of the night air. It was the feel of her bare legs against mine that caused it. My cock began to stiffen and take on a life of its own. I wondered how she would react to it poking her hard in the back. She did react. With a casual motion she reached between us, grabbed my cock at the base with a handful of underwear, and spread her legs to pull it down between them. She then closed her legs, tightly trapping it against her warm crotch with the head just sticking out in front of her. I didn't know what to do then. I couldn't sleep with my cock beginning to throb, and I didn't want to move away from Kathy either. I guess she couldn't sleep either now. Her hand sort of flopped down to rest with her palm against the head of my cock, trying to act casual. She then squeezed and then paused, to see how I would react. I didn't know what to do. She knew what my cock looked like, and I was sure that she had learned from watching her mother what it did. I couldn't hurt to let explore a little more. I could always stop if it went too far. I held her tight and pushed my hips forward pushing my cock further out between her legs. My hard cock was straining against the normally loose and stretchy fabric of my bikini underwear, and was starting to hurt a little. She squeezed her hand again, but harder this time, and then explored the softness of the head. Then her thumb and forefinger circled my cock below the head and squeezed it, feeling its hardness. I moaned softly then caught my breath, realizing what I had just done. Encouraged, Kathy gripped the whole end and squeezed. My breath whooshed out. She took this as a sign to inexpertly begin rubbing and pumping it. She even spread her legs slightly to give her hand access to almost half of its length. Her other hand was touching it too. The fabric of my white cotton underwear was already stretched so tight over the head that my cock was already super sensitive. We had gone way too far in a matter of two seconds, but we were already too far to stop. I didn't realize how morally weak I was. I pulled my right hand back over her arm, slid it down her undershirt covered side, down across her panty covered butt, and gripped her perfectly smooth thigh. Then I slid it back up the inside and gripped her hips and pulled her tight as I thrust my pelvis against her butt, thrusting my cock as far between her legs as I could go. All too soon I began to cum. My body clenched around her and I could feel my cock pulse in her hands. I felt so strong to be wrapped around such a young beautiful girl. After a minute, my body completely relaxed. Kathy sensed that it was over and relaxed too. I felt a coldness at the end of my cock and realized my underwear probably didn't contain much of my cum. I felt Kathy rub her hand against the front of her underwear to clean it. I knew I should clean up, but it felt too good to stay and cuddle her. I planned to get up in a few minutes. Soon, we both must have fallen asleep. We must have slept soundly. Then next thing I heard was the door opening. I jumped out of bed. Dawn stood there and looked at me, at my cum stained underwear, and at her daughter, all in the same bed. She started to scream. "You BASTARD. You dirty rotten, stinking, dirty, BASTARD. You fucking filthy asshole." She started to hit me. I grabbed my clothes and hurriedly started dressing. Dawn started throwing things at me. I ignored the stuff hitting me and got the hell out of there. I felt terrible and didn't know what to do. I did stop in front of the hotel and I paid for the next night. I drove home in a hurry, scared half to death. I began to calm and reason things out. I couldn't get in too much trouble. I hadn't raped Kathy, and I doubt Dawn would want too much trouble with the police or child services. If it came down to my word against a drug user with a record, I wasn't too worried. Still, she could cause a lot of trouble for me. I expected the cops to show up at any time that day and I put my lawyer's number on speed dial. No cops came and even though it was Sunday, I went to work and tried to forget the situation. That evening I wondered several times if Kathy was ok. I knew I would never see her again. None of this was her fault, but I couldn't risk getting involved any further. The next morning I was beginning to feel even safer. I went to work and tried to keep busy. About noon I called my machine at home to get any messages. One message was a child's voice. It was Kathy. She was asking me to call her and she gave a number. My automatic answering machine said that she had called an hour before. I called the number and there was no answer until it kicked over to the hotel operator. I asked, "Is there a little girl there named Kathy?" The operator immediately said yes and asked me to hold. Kathy came on the line and sniffled like she had been crying. She asked, "Can you come help me?" My heart said that I had to save her. I said, "Hang on. I'll be there in ten minutes." I arrived at the hotel and Kathy sat in the lobby with a single garbage bag of clothes. She ran to my arms and I hugged her with all my soul. I didn't realize how strongly I felt toward her because of the fear her mother had caused. The lady at the desk, seeing us embrace, seemed relieved. I sat Kathy back down, brushed her hair and tears from her eyes, and went over to ask the lady at the desk what happened. The rent had run out and they had found the girl alone in the room. I asked if she knew where the mother was. It seems that the night before Dawn had checked on the status of the rent and knew that it would expire the next day. Dawn had then tried to find out anything she could about me, but the staff didn't give out any information. I was glad for that. I went over to where Kathy sat and asked her how she got my phone number. Kathy said, "Mom came back to room after going up front. She looked in the telephone book and wrote down this number." She handed me a piece of paper with big bold numbers on it. Kathy continued, "Then mom cried a lot and wouldn't tell me why, then she left like always, but took her bag with her." I began to suspect what was going on, but it was too incredible to believe. I wanted to take care of Kathy, but I was afraid of Dawn. The right thing to do was to wait for her mother to come back. I talked to the desk lady and negotiated to rent the room for a week. I would spend any amount of money to take care of Kathy, or possibly smooth things over with Dawn. That taken care of, I turned to Kathy asked her when she had eaten last. She said she had finished the chicken yesterday. Well, that was just unacceptable. I took her to a nearby restaurant that had good hot food. As soon as she finished we went shopping at the supermarket. The hotel room had a tiny refrigerator so we bought milk, healthy cereal, snacks, some fruit, chips, cheese, and of course, some cookies. I began to worry that we had been gone from the hotel too long. It was stupid of me to have been caught in bed with Kathy. It would be really stupid of me to have kidnapping added to the charges. Dawn was not at the hotel when we got back. I had Kathy go to the room and check. So I brought the groceries in. I didn't have a chance to ask Kathy before, but I was worried about what Dawn might be thinking. I asked Kathy what she had told her mom after I had left. Her mom hadn't talked much, but Kathy had told her all about how we had talked, and went and got ice cream, and played cards all night. Kathy looked up shyly at me and said, "I told her how much I really liked you." She didn't say this like a child to an adult. She said it like she was confessing to a boyfriend. It went straight to my heart nonetheless. I sat down and held out my arms to hug her. All fear of her confession disappeared from her face, and she fell into my arms. I hugged her and then kept holding her. I had one last question. "Did your mother look over your body at all?" Kathy leaned back with a confused look and said, "No. She acted like nothing at all had happened." I was a little confused myself. Maybe I should have left. But the idea of leaving Kathy alone was unbearable. The idea of not being with her also left me with a lump in my throat that was hard to swallow. I liked her a lot and she filled a lonely place inside me. I almost felt like I was starting to fall in love, like she was an adult. But, she was just a child and that was impossible. I left her for a few minutes and went down to the store and bought some board games. We spent the afternoon playing Risk, Clue, and Battleship. When it started to get dark, I knew that I had better leave. I had been pushing my luck. I gave Kathy my cell phone number on a tiny piece of paper and told her to call me, but not give it to her mother. I was still on the road when it rang. Kathy just wanted to talk some more. We never talked as adult to child. I treated her as an equal and a friend. At one point she asked if we could be naughty again. Suddenly, I had a frog in my throat. I didn't answer her. I changed the subject, asking about boys at school. A little later she told me how wonderful it had felt that night and how she always thought about it and wanted to do it again. By then I was home and fixing myself a drink. I knew how she felt, and I wanted to tell her so much. I was quiet; thinking. Mercifully, she changed the subject and started talking about how much fun we had together. We talked for over hour, often saying we wish we were together right then. She again brought up the subject of sex. She asked straight out, "Can I see your penis again?" She sounded so mature calling it a penis. This time I responded. I asked in a serious voice, "Have you ever seen a penis before mine?" She giggled and said, "No. Not in real life. I've seen lots of pictures and statues, but none that stick out straight like yours does. But I guess it has to be stiff if you are going to stick it in me." I nearly spilled my drink. I was stunned speechless. My body wasn't and the hunger and heat in my crotch exploded. She was just an eager and sexy voice on the phone. It must have been pure lust and stupidity that made me whisper, "Yes; you can see it again." I quickly asked if she would be ok alone, and told her to call me if she needed anything. I finished the conversation by saying, "I promise I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight beautiful." and I hung up. I had made two promises. You can't break a promise to a child. They have so little control over their environment that a promise means everything. It means they can trust someone in the world. Besides, if you break a promise to a child, there is nothing they can do about it. That makes it hurt ten times more. I didn't sleep very well that night. I masturbated several times, but it wasn't enough, because I knew that the person I was fantasizing about wanted me too, and was only a short drive away. I knew it was wrong to fantasize seriously about a little girl. I couldn't stop myself. I wasn't really fantasizing about little girls. My fantasies were about Kathy. And, most of the fantasies were about just being together. But some of it was erotic. The first night we had together was an accident. But, I couldn't help but imagine helping her to explore her sensuality and to enjoy her body. I wanted to teach her and I would learn again what it felt like to feel the excitement of discovery. I wanted to give her the gift of an unselfish lover. I wanted to be the one who touched her fresh, eager body. I wanted to taste every inch of her body. I also imagined her hands exploring me and running up and down the places I hid from the world. I wanted to see her fascination as she learned what books could not teach. 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