Staying at Daddy's House
Breakfast
Momma and Daddy were waiting for me at the breakfast table. I knew something was up the moment I saw them sitting there, looking at me. I sat down at my regular spot and looked back at Daddy.
“Pumpkin,” he said, “your mother and I have something to tell you. You know that I’m leaving this week for a six month deployment to Korea. Well, last night your mother found out that her company is sending her to Cleveland for a two month assignment. Even though you’re in seventh grade now, you’re not old enough for us to leave you here at home by yourself, so we’ve been talking about how best to protect you while we’re gone.”
He glanced over at momma, and she cleared her throat. “It wouldn’t be a problem if your grandma hadn’t died last year, but now there isn’t any family for you to stay with, except uncle Roger and aunt Linda in Nebraska, and they can’t handle a thirteen year old girl. Besides, we know you want to stay here in town with your friends.”
I certainly did! Why, I had never even been away to summer camp. I sure didn’t want to end up stuck half way across the country with people I barely knew. I guess I was in shock, because I almost missed what momma said next.
“So we’ve decided it would be best for you to stay at the boarding house that’s run by Her Daddy’s House right outside town. They take care of teenage girls for free. You'll have to share a room with another girl, but all your meals are free and the food is great! You’ll be able to catch the bus from there to school, and they’ll take good care of you while we’re away.”
Her Daddy’s House? I wasn’t sure what that was, but I’d heard boys in school laughing about it and I didn’t think it was very nice.
“Eat your breakfast now. We’re going to take you over there this morning so you can move in and get used to it before we leave town. We already packed your bag with everything you’ll need.”
“Wait a minute,” I said, “I don’t understand what’s going on. Are you and daddy leaving me on my own? What kind of place is it?”
“It’s very nice, Patricia. Daddy says they take care of you and provide all your meals, as well as a place to stay. Their boarding house has completely separate entrances from their bordello, and you won’t need to talk to their employees if you don't want to. But daddy thinks you need to be exposed to more interesting people and situations now that you’ve reached adolescence. Maybe you’re a little too shy and proper. You need to relax and enjoy yourself more.” Momma was smiling at me very strangely. Did she look worried?
“What’s a bordello?” I asked.
“See," she said, “That’s just what I mean. We’ve been a little too protective of you. It’s time for you to learn about life.”
My Roommate
My room was so pretty I couldn’t believe it. Even though I had to share it with another girl, it was nicer than anyplace I’d ever lived. HDH did everything they could to make a girl feel good. The walls were pink, every border was trimmed with white, there were pictures of ponies and unicorns on the walls, and stuffed animals of all kinds were piled together with pink and white pillows on the beds. I was a little nervous that the showers didn’t have any curtains, but after all there was no one there except for girls my age. It wasn’t any different from the showers in gym class.
And the food was wonderful! My parents don’t have much money and I’m used to pretty plain food, but HDH has a 24 hour buffet like something you’d find in Vegas! In my first two days there I didn’t eat anything but cake and pie. At first I was worried about gaining weight, but they told me everything was sugar free, and besides if I started smoking like most of the other girls that would keep me from getting fat. I was really surprised at first, cause everybody always told me smoking was bad for you, but then I saw how much they liked it and how cool it looked. And it does help you lose weight. I wanted to fit in, so I tried it and in a few days I really started to like it.
The only thing that scared me was my roommate. Brandy had grown up living on the streets, and she acted like it. She was two years older than me, but acted like 25. She had a pierced tongue and a skull tattoo on her left breast.
Right away she started ordering me around, telling me where to put my stuff, not to touch her stuff, on and on. I was nice cause that’s how I make friends, but she just ignored the things I had to say, until later on when I saw her in the shower. That's when I saw that she had another piercing in her titty, and I told her I always thought those were cool, even though I would never be brave enough to get one. She seemed to like that. She even toyed with it a little and smiled at me.
Later on that night after we went to bed I heard funny noises coming from her side of the room. Even with the lights out I could see her because of the neon sign and red lights in front of HDH. She was caressing her breast and twisting the little silver loop of her piercing with one hand, and the other was slipped down under the covers, but I could see she was rubbing her pussy! All the time she was moaning quietly like she was in pain.
“What are you looking at?” She spotted me spying on her.
“Nothin'. Are you okay? Is your pussy sore? You sound like it hurts.
She stopped what she was doing and started laughing. “Are you for real? Haven’t you ever jilled off? What kind of dumb little twat are you, anyway!”
Well that was pretty mean, and she didn’t have to be so nasty even if I didn’t know what ‘jilling off’ was. I didn’t answer her, I just turned over and closed my eyes. I was lonely for my family, I was homesick, and now Brandy was being mean to me again. I could feel the hot tears leaking from my eyes while I tried as hard as I could not to let her hear me cry.
Things were pretty quiet for a while, but then I heard Brandy get up and tiptoe softly over to my bed.
“Hey. Sorry. I’m not used to being around nice girls. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
I felt the bed move as she sat down behind me. When she put her hand on my shoulder I rolled onto my back and looked up at her.
Then she kissed me.
Now I always thought my first kiss would come from a boy. Sure, it’s not like I didn’t get kissed on the cheek by my parents before, but this was a real kiss, a kiss coming from someone who knew how, and I liked it. Her lips felt so soft against mine, and she moved them a little, teasing mine apart just a tiny bit. I could feel the cold hard metal of her titty ring through my pajama top. Her hands were holding my shoulders and softly caressing them.
I don’t know what got into me. I’ve always been a very good girl, never having those urges people talk about or even have dreams about sex, but suddenly I began to notice a funny feeling in my tummy, and a stronger feeling further down, way up inside my pussy. Brandy’s lips parted and I felt her tongue stud push against mine.
I opened my mouth.
… and that was the night that Brandy taught me how to jill off. After that we were BFFs.
Life at Daddy's House
Otherwise things were pretty boring. I caught the bus to school every day for a while, but Brandy told me how easy it was to cut school, and pretty soon I was only going like once a week. I didn’t quit completely though, ‘cause it gave me a chance to show off the sexy new outfits I got from Daddy’s House and that was a lot of fun. I’ve never had any pretty clothes before. I always just wore ratty old jeans and baggy t-shirts, but now I found out how cool it is to dress up and tease boys.
I started out with the most elegant dresses I could find, cause most of the skirts were really short and I was kind of shy about wearing them at first. That changed as soon as I noticed guys checking out my legs, though. Everybody always said I had nice legs, but I never had a chance to show them off before. Now I had skirts and shorts, and soon I was wearing the littlest shorts that were cut way high up to show almost all of my butt. Luckily HDH had plenty of little thong panties. The ones I liked best had just a tiny strap in the back and a little patch in front that disappeared right between my lips if I wasn’t careful. And I wasn’t.
Even though I was cutting school I noticed my grades were going up, not down. So I thought, “why argue with success?” and stopped wearing panties altogether. So it’s a good thing HDH provided free styling for pussy hair. I started going in first thing every morning before breakfast so I could be sure it was bare and smooth all day.
After I’d been at Daddy’s House for a couple of weeks I could hardly believe how much I’d grown. Not just because I felt like I was 18, but I was actually growing physically. I don’t know if it was the food or the hormone pills they were giving me, or maybe the smoking, but I noticed my butt was bigger and rounder, and my waist was like just tiny compared to my hips. But the best part was my boobs. They were nearly flat when I got here, but now I definitely needed a training bra. Unfortunately though, bras were one thing Daddy’s House didn’t allow. That’s okay, though, I didn’t really want to wear one anyway. Sure I got lots of dress code violations when I went to school, but what could they do? Send me home?
There wasn’t a lot to do in the boarding house, but if we wanted we could visit the bordello. Besides hair styling there were all sorts of beauty shops. I learned how to use makeup and how to exercise so my tummy stayed flat while everything else stayed soft and round. I tried getting my hair done up in curls, then streaking it with red and silver, then dying it hot pink. That’s when I started making friends with the girls working at the bordello, and the customers started asking about me. I was a little surprised, but secretly proud they noticed me among all the other pretty girls.
I was shocked when I first found out that those girls were selling their pussy. I thought a bordello must be some sort of fancy school for young ladies. Like I said, I never really thought much about sex before, and everything about it used to scare me. The first time I saw a picture of a penis I couldn’t believe one of those things could ever go up inside my little pussy. I guess my father must have done that to my mother, though, or I wouldn’t be here at all. But that didn’t mean I would ever do it.
My outlook started changing as soon as I got to Daddy’s House, and especially after I talked to the girls who work there. They told me how much fun it was and how much money they made. Even though some of them were lesbians they mostly loved all kinds of sex, including stuff I didn’t even know existed.
Home Again
I couldn’t wait for momma to get home, but when I moved back into my old room things were a lot different. I’d gotten used to having a lot more freedom and it wasn’t easy to go back to being treated like a little girl. I was almost 14!
The very first morning I was home she was all, “You’re not going to school dressed like that!”
She was right. I didn’t go to school. I put on the long dress and the bra she made me wear, but I slipped my miniskirt and tank top into my purse. I went to the mall instead and changed in the restroom. I cut school and caught a ride out to Daddy’s House to spend the day with my friends. I hitchhiked home before school got out and momma never knew.
That helped a lot, ‘specially cause I was feeling real weird, like nervous and really hyper, plus I couldn't sleep at all. They gave me some pills at HDH and it really helped to calm me down and make me feel good again. I decided I had to keep going back to get what I needed. I was pretty horny, too, but Brandy and I went right up to her room and fixed that. She missed me, too.
The first week at home was hell. All I heard was things like, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, young lady. I should never have let your father talk me into letting you stay at that place. Ever since we did you’ve been dressing and acting like a little whore! Most of the girls living there are from the streets. Them I can understand. But you were raised right in a good home! Why are you behaving like this? and Blah, blah, blah!” She even tried to make me go to church. And I did. The Church of the Divine Orgasm.
When I couldn’t take it anymore I finally told her, “You don’t know shit about those girls! They may be nasty, but at least they get to have some fun when they’re old enough to fuck!" You should have seen the look on her face! I was laughing on the inside, so I told her, "You’re trying to keep me from living my own life and turn me into a dried up prude just like you! No wonder daddy is so horny! I bet you don't know how to keep him happy. Have you ever even sucked his cock or let him cum on your face?”
Momma is such a bitch. She treats me like I’m a little girl. She won't let me have any booze, she won’t let me smoke in the house, and she says I have to come home by midnight, when the parties are just starting! She even tried to ground me for cutting school, but I snuck out after she went to bed. Sure I got in trouble when I came home the next morning, but that didn’t stop me from sneaking Brandy into my room that night.
Momma called up the next day and asked me to come back home, but I told her I had a job at HDH and wouldn’t be coming home. And instead of Patricia, she can call me Trixie.
That was last month, and ever since The Debutant’s Ball I’ve been in love with my new job. I’m making more money and having more fun than anybody I know. I’m thinking about going home for a visit one of these days, but I’m probably going to wait until my real Daddy comes home. I have a big surprise for him.
