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 Runaway

   Chapter 1

   It was my own choice.  He'd made that perfectly clear right when he made
his tawdry offer to me.  He promised he wasn't going to push me into
anything, but he expected me to offer a lot of myself in return for his
protection.

   I didn't have much of a choice - mainly because I hadn't really allowed
myself any.  I was only twelve and I'd run away from home.  The reasons why
aren't important, but I had to leave.  I took a bus to the center of the
city and got myself lost in an enormous train station, wandering the giant
public spaces for hours trying not to call attention to myself.  This was
where my getaway plan had ended.  I'd never been in the deep city before
and there were just too many variables to let me take my plan any further.
From there, I was supposed to wing it.

   He approached me as I pretended to window shop at a boutique that I
could never afford.  He stood next to me silently for a moment then
remarked about a dress on a mannequin in the store's window.

   His voice was kind and, in the storefront's reflection, I saw that he
wore a suit, had eyeglasses and more than a little gray hair.  Everything
about him said that I could trust him.

   When I didn't respond to his remark, he said, "My train's not leaving
for an hour.  I could use some company for dinner.  Interested?"

   I had exactly seventeen dollars and eleven cents in my pocket.  I knew
it wouldn't last long so a free meal was probably a good idea.  I was wary
and more than a little hesitant but, in the interest of getting a free
dinner, I looked up at him in order to size him up.

   His smile was paternal and kind with just a hint of the maleness that
I've begun to experience now that my features were changing into something
less child-like.  He pointed towards a café with seating right out in the
terminal proper.  It was very public and looked safe.

   I decided to chance it.

   "Okay," I whispered.  "Thank you."

   He smiled even more handsomely and led me to the entrance.

   We were seated pretty quickly, even though both the café and the
terminal were very, very busy.  Even before the server walked away, my host
had ordered two cheeseburgers, a salad and iced tea for both of us.  I
didn't tell him that I don't eat vegetables.

   As the waiter walked away, my companion leveled his steely gray eyes on
me and introduced himself, "Benjamin Hatter."

   I stared at his offered hand for a moment, never having presented myself
so formally before.  When I got up my courage, I took his hand and said,
"Jamie Lynn.  It's nice to meet you."

   He gripped my fingertips.

   "I came all the way to the city for you today, Jamie.  I'm glad that
I've found you."

   I felt a chill go up my spine.

   "What do you mean?" I asked, looking down at the placemat on the table.

   Very casually, he said, "I need a daughter and you look like you need a
Daddy."

   I was scared but I didn't pull away from him.  I think it was his
honesty that made me consider what he was suggesting.

   The food came and its arrival gave me an excuse to remove my hand from
his.  I looked down at my burger and salad and I realized that I no longer
had an appetite.

   "What kind of daughter?" I asked him quietly, so I wouldn't be
overheard.

   He put his burger down without taking a bite and said, "The regular
kind, I guess.  Wears dresses around the house.  Gets in trouble for
breaking her curfew.  Climbs into bed with Daddy when there's a
thunderstorm.  You know... that kind."

   "That sounds nice," I said, my heart racing as I tried to consider every
possible consequence of going with Benjamin Hatter.  I could be murdered or
raped or worse.  Or I could be lucky and actually find a man that my own
father could never be.  Not that he'd ever tried.

   He smiled again and said, "I know it's probably asking too much, Jamie,
but I'd also like the kind of daughter who takes baths with Daddy, takes
her clothes off when Daddy tells her to and says, `I love you, Daddy' when
he's fucking her."

   My eyes flew open in shock and he held up his hand between us.

   "Not right away, Jamie," he added.  "I understand that.  Maybe in a week
or so.  That'd give you enough time to decide if you want to stay with me.
If not, I'll drop you off right back here at this very table and give you a
kiss farewell.

   "If you decide to stay, though, that is the kind of daughter that I
need."

   Even before I'd left home, I'd resigned myself to the likelihood of
being raped.  I'd seen enough television shows to know what happens to
young girls who run away from home in the big city.  Even that, though,
hadn't been enough to keep me from escaping that hell hole.

   This guy was offering me a choice.  He didn't seem mean and he didn't
seem like a liar.  Plus, it promised a warm bed and three square meals.  At
least for a week with no strings attached.  If he'd been a creep, he would
have just abducted me.

   He turned his attention to his burger, putting pepper and ketchup on it
before beginning to eat it.  In between, he ate forkfuls of salad.  He
studiously avoided looking at me, kindly giving me time to make the
decision that had been thrust upon me.  I think he was just as nervous as I
was because his hands shook a little every time he lifted his fork.

   I pushed my salad around on its plate, ignoring my burger completely
while I tried to peer along the road that lay ahead.  It was dark,
mysterious and frightening up there but still far brighter than what I'd
left behind.  I had no choice but to press on... move forward... distance
myself from my past.

   The silence between us became almost unbearable amidst the clamor and
activity of the station.  My lips broke it without help from my brain.

   "I've never had sex, Daddy."

   His demeanor changed instantly.  He sat up straighter, smiled even more
happily and took my hand."

   "Oh, Princess," he said.  "Don't you worry about that.  That'll be your
decision.  You have a whole week to make up your mind."

   I felt very comfortable with him and finally took a bite of my burger.

   ***** *****

   We took the train to the suburbs and his BMW from the station to his
house in the sticks.  It was, like, ten times bigger than my house back
home and had a driveway that was protected by a gate.  He rushed around the
car to open my door for me and took my elbow as he led me up an imposing
staircase between two ornate columns.

   "Please, come this way, Jamie," he said, once we were inside.  "Let me
show you your room."

   Understandably, I still felt very cautious.  Yes, his house was big and
beautiful and he was obviously very wealthy.  But now I was alone with him.
Alone in a place where no one would find me if things got ugly.

   I followed him slowly up a wide flight of stairs and trailed him into a
room that completely destroyed any preconceived notions that I'd had. 
Everything was pink, white and lacy, from the carpet to the curtains to the
comforter on a bed which was as big as the entire bedroom I'd shared with
my three brothers at home.  There were pictures of ballerinas and
princesses all over the walls, a television that was almost as big as a
window and pair of flannel, footie pajamas laid out at the foot of the bed.

   "This is yours now, Sweetheart," he said, moving towards the door. 
"Make yourself at home.  I'll be downstairs making us cocoa."

   The tension and stress of the day finally caught up with me and I began
to cry.  Deep, wretched sobs wracked my body as I stood in the middle of an
idyllic bedroom that a perfect stranger was willing to gift to me.  Back in
my old house, I was lucky to get a meal once a day.

   Mister Hatter took a tentative step towards me and stopped, holding out
his arms to offer me a hug.  I accepted and stepped into his embrace,
cocooning myself in his grasp.

   He held me tightly, running his hands along my back until I cried myself
out.

   "I'm scared," I admitted into his shirt.

   "I know, Princess," he whispered.  "But you're safe now.  You're home.
Daddy's going to protect you and keep you from harm."

   He helped me sit on the foot of the bed and said, "Get settled in,
Jamie. Everything in here is yours.  I promise I won't bother you."

   He leaned down and kissed the top of my head through the woolen cap I
wore.  It was part of my disguise.  Before I'd left home, I piled my
white-blond hair on top of my head and covered it with the hat.  I'd also
put on a pair of my brother's eyeglasses and stuck a clip-on earring onto
the side of my nose to make me look like a punk.

   On top of my jeans and sweatshirt, I'd put on two sweaters, a jacket
and, finally, my winter coat.  The entire thing made me look twice as bulky
as I really was.  Hopefully, if the police were showing a picture of me
around town, no one would realize that the fat, punky chick they'd seen was
me.

   "Thank you, Daddy," I said as he slowly backed out of me room, leaving
me alone in this sudden, unexpected paradise.

   ***** *****

   The first thing I did was take off all of my outerwear.  I was
overheated and getting the coat and jackets off felt heavenly.  I removed
my fake nose ring, discarded my glasses and took my hat off, letting my
long, flaxen hair free from its temporary prison.

   Once I felt comfortable, I began to explore.  My room had its own
bathroom, which was just as pretty and well thought out as the bedroom.  I
opened the closet to find dozens of pretty dresses, some short, some long,
but all beautiful.  On the floor, underneath the dresses were more shoes
than I'd ever seen before.  They were in every size and color that I could
imagine.

   Dazed, I looked in the dresser.  The top drawers had socks and a hundred
pairs of panties, the next drawers down had cotton pajamas in a rainbow of
pastel shades.  Below that, in the next-to-bottom drawers, there was enough
lingerie to put on a Victoria's Secret show, all folded neatly or still in
the packages they came in.

   I got a shock when I opened the bottom drawer.  In neat rows, there were
dozens of penis-shaped toys and three boxes filled with all sorts of small
bottles.  I picked one up and it said `Anal Glide' on its label.

   On autopilot, I examined the rest of the room.  I had my own laptop, a
DVD player to go with my huge television and a dressing table where there
was an enormous, lighted makeup mirror and enough cosmetics to keep me busy
for years to come.

   It all told me a lot about Benjamin Hatter.  He was a pervert.  A little
girl lover.  But he was also kind and thoughtful, rich beyond anything I
could have imagined and willing to share his largesse with me for at least
a week.

   I picked up the pajamas that he'd laid out and thought, `I'm a little
girl and I could really use some love.'

   ***** *****

   I think my appearance shocked him when I joined him in the kitchen.  The
girl he'd met at the train station was a portly frump of a kid with ugly
adornments covering her face and hair.  Under the harsh lighting of his
kitchen, I appeared in the plain footie pajamas, my straight, blond hair
flowing down my back almost to my butt and my lightly-covered breasts
pushing out against the soft front of my top.

   "My God, Jamie!" he gushed, his eyes crinkling with delight.  "You're
beautiful!"

   I felt myself blush and I looked down at my cotton-encased feet.  I
whispered, "Thank you, Daddy."

   He pulled out a chair for me at the kitchen table and said, "It's just
instant cocoa, Princess.  I hope you like it."

   He served the two of us and sat down across from me at the little table
for four.

   "Did you really mean it?" I asked.  "About having a week to decide, I
mean?"

   "Every word," he assured me.  "I know it's a big decision for you,
Jamie, because the girl I'm looking for loves her Daddy, loves slutty sex
and does every dirty, nasty thing that Daddy can think of."

   I felt another shiver at his blunt honesty.  He was being very clear
about what he required if I was going to stay under his roof.  I respected
him for it.

   I reminded him, "I'm a virgin."

   He closed his eyes for a moment, as if imagining something pleasant.

   "That'll make it all the better for me if you decide you want to fuck
Daddy, Princess.  I've never felt the pleasure of an untouched pussy
before."

   I think I blushed from head to toe and I'm absolutely sure that the
pussy in question clenched at the thought of being with a man.  I didn't
know if I could do it.  I mean, I knew it was physically possible because
I'd read about girls in the old days getting married at my age.  But still,
he was so much bigger than I was.

   "Tomorrow, I'm taking you shopping," he told me.  "Anything you want. 
You tell me where you want to go and I'll take you there."

   "I... uhhh... you don't need to do that, Daddy," I said.  "There's
enough stuff in the bedroom."

   "Your bedroom," he corrected me.  "Get used to it, Jamie."

   I felt badly for a moment, hoping that I hadn't hurt his feelings.

   He looked at a clock above the sink and said, "Nine-thirty, Princess. 
Time for bed.  Okay?"

   I smiled at him and groaned like a headstrong child, "Yes, Daddy."

   ***** *****

   Needless to say, I didn't sleep much that night.  When I'd left home,
I'd assumed that I'd be sleeping on the street somewhere that night and now
I found myself in the most amazing room I'd ever seen.  I HAD to play with
the television and get online - even though I had no idea what to do once
the browser came up.  I didn't have a computer back home and I'd only used
the one at school a few times.

   I picked through the closet, putting together an outfit to go shopping
the next day.  Even though I didn't need anything, I felt like my new Daddy
wanted to buy something for me.  Not like the stuff in the room which he'd
bought for whatever girl he found at the train station that day.

   I picked out a dark blue dress, a pair of flat, black shoes and a
sensible pair of panties.  That was when I realized that there weren't any
bras.  I had the one I'd worn all day but, other than that, there were no
new pretty ones in the closet or in the drawers.  I was baffled that a man
who had put so much thought into the room and its embellishments could
forget something as simple as bras.

   Then it hit me: this WAS what he had planned.  He didn't like them.  I'd
heard that lots of men don't like them.

   I put my old bra with the dress and shoes and finally laid down for a
while, getting about halfway to asleep when the sun began to come up.

   ***** *****

   Before I went downstairs in the morning, I took a shower and put on my
new clothes.  I sort of felt like an actress, getting ready for the role of
`daughter' in this strange play that I'd somehow gotten myself cast in.  My
fellow actor was probably waiting downstairs for me, ready to play out a
script that we'd write as we went along.

   He was sitting at the kitchen table reading a newspaper and drinking a
cup of coffee.  He looked very domestic, sitting there in his bathrobe
acting like it was a normal day.

   I walked up behind him, kissed the top of his head and said, "Good
morning, Daddy!"

   I giggled because I'd startled him and he jumped.  But he turned around
instantly and said, "Hi, Jamie!  You're even more beautiful in the morning
light!"

   "Do you like my dress?" I asked.  "I wore it for you."

   "Lovely... just lovely," he gushed.  "I can't think of a better way to
start my day!"

   I watched his eyes move away from my face and down my body.  I felt a
thrill because, at the last moment, I'd decided to leave my bra off.  I
knew he'd like that, so I wanted to give it to him.  It seemed like a small
thing.

   There was a plate of toast on the table and a pitcher of milk, so I sat
down across from him and served myself.

   "Have you thought of what I can get for you, Princess?  Anything. 
Anything at all."

   "It's silly," I said, looking away from him.  "You'll laugh."

   He chuckled and said, "So what?  Silly's good.  Laughing's good, too. 
C'mon.  Tell me."

   I looked back at him and said, "A baby doll.  I've never had a doll.  My
parents wouldn't let me have one."

   ***** *****

   He took me to a mall with the fanciest stores I've ever seen.  I was
intent on getting my very first doll but he stopped me in front of a salon.

   "How about a disguise, Jamie?" he asked me.

   He was looking at a huge poster of an unbelievably good-looking woman in
the salon's window.  She had a short, very dramatic cut that was blacker
than any black I'd ever seen before.

   "Are you serious?" I asked.  "You'd let me do that?"

   A thousand thoughts went through my head.  It was a perfect idea
because, even if I left in a week, I'd still have my black hair to hide me
from any authorities who surely sought me.  Plus, it could be another layer
in my `daughter' costume - something to help me stay in character.

   Two hours later, strolling the concourses of the upscale mall, men and
women alike did double takes when the saw me, the girl with jet black hair
and emerald green eyes.

   We found my doll at the biggest toy store I'd ever seen.  It was three
stories tall - the store, not the doll - and it had everything a kid could
ever want.  I picked the most realistic one the store offered, a babydoll
that had realistic skin, hair and features.  I fell in love with it and
hugged it the instant I saw it.

   Benjamin smiled when he saw that I'd bonded with the little doll.  He
took me by the hand and led me to the checkout counter.

   ***** *****

   My new Daddy was a man of his word.  All week, he treated me perfectly,
pampering me with presents and flattering me every time I entered a room or
exited.  He left me alone when I wanted to be left alone and hugged me if I
needed a hug.  But, other than that, he didn't try anything with me for the
entire week, just like he'd promised.

   I got to know the internet a bit and watched cable television for the
first time.  I separated the dresses into things that fit and things that
didn't.  I even tried on some of the lingerie, realizing that it made me
feel very, very naughty.  How could a woman wear such revealing, shameless
clothing without feeling naughty?

   As my week shortened, I was forced to think more deliberately about the
decision I needed to make.  Was I willing to trade my innocence for a life
beyond anything I could have imagined?  Was this to be my new life?

   The night before the Big Day, right after dinner, I went to my room and
changed into one of the lingerie outfits.  It was the least revealing of
the items Benjamin had provided but it was firecracker red and sheer from
my knees down to my feet.  It looked pretty on me and made me feel very
grown up.

   Daddy was in his den watching a television that was even bigger than the
one in my room.  It was playing a movie but Daddy noticed me the moment I
came in.

   I sat next to him on the couch, like I'd been doing all week.  Except,
this time, I curled up and laid my head on his lap while clutching my
babydoll to my chest.

   He smiled at me and caressed my cheek.

   Voicing the misgiving that had haunted me all week, I whispered, "Are
you going to hurt me, Daddy?"

   He cupped my chin in his big hand and said, "I can't promise you that I
won't, Jamie.  When a girl gets fucked for the first time, there's no
telling if it's going to be easy or hard."

   I nodded a bit, still unsure of my course of action but, once again,
appreciative of his honesty.

   "But I'll promise you this, Princess," he said.  "I'll make it as easy
as I can for you and, if I hurt you, it'll only be for a moment or two."

   We watched the movie together for a little while - it was Jackie Chan
beating up a bunch of Chinese people - and, during a quiet part, Benjamin
asked, "Does this mean you're going to stay with Daddy, Jamie?"

   I squeezed my eyes shut and admitted, "I'm still really, really scared,
Daddy."

   Then I whispered, "But, yes.  I want to be your daughter."

   He exhaled deeply and said, "I'll do my best to make it good for you,
Princess."

   We watched the rest of the movie in silence and I went to bed at
nine-thirty, just like Daddy wanted.

   Runaway

   Chapter 2

   I took a shower in the morning and washed my hair.  It was fun because,
being so short, it dried almost as soon as I came out of the tub.  Not like
my long hair which took hours before it was presentable.

   I put on a sundress and sandals and joined Daddy in the kitchen for my
day of destiny.  He had made waffles and they were delicious, but I had too
much on my mind to really appreciate them.

   When I was done, I put my plate in the dishwasher and stepped in front
of him.

   "I'm ready, Daddy," I said, my hands shaking and my knees feeling like
rubber.

   He took both of my hands, looked me in the eye and asked, "What are you
ready for, Princess?"

   The most difficult thing I'd ever said in my life was, "I'm ready to
have s... sex with you, Daddy."

   He pulled me closer and kissed my nipples through my dress.  He looked
up lovingly into my eyes and whispered, "Don't be frightened, Princess. 
Daddy's going to make it good for you."

   Ever so slowly, he brought his hands up to the buttons on the front of
my dress.  He unbuttoned the top three, baring the flesh between my little
boobies but not going further.  Then he moved to the bottom of the dress
and worked his way up until he was just below my weeping, petrified pussy.

   "You do the rest, Jamie," he said.  "Show Daddy what he's dreamed about
all week."

   It was much, much harder to unbutton the rest of the buttons myself than
it had been to just stand there while he did it.  But I'd made up my mind
that I wasn't going to lose my chance at happiness so I slowly unbuttoned
the rest of my dress, leaving the sides closed so nothing was showing yet.

   He had his hands on my hips when I reached for the collar of my dress,
slowly revealing my budding breasts and fancy pink panties to him.

   "My God, Baby," he said in awe.  "You're all of Daddy's dreams come
true."

   He nuzzled me first, running his scratchy beard over the soft, tender
flesh of my heaving breasts.  Then he sucked on one of my nipples, making
my pussy gush even harder than it had already been.

   While he pleasured my swollen nubbins, he guided the dress off of my
shoulders, leaving me standing in his kitchen wearing only my panties and
sandals.

   He placed one of his arms behind my knees and the other behind my back
and stood up, lifting me like I was a feather.  He carried me up the
staircase to my bedroom and gently placed me on my bed, on my belly. 
Lovingly, he kissed the top of my head then along my spine.

   Another wave of nervousness rolled through my body when he lowered my
panties to my ankles and took my shoes off.  I didn't have too much time to
think about it before he began to kiss my butt cheeks.  The feeling was
unlike anything I'd ever experienced and, for the first time all week, I
was able to block out all the pain of my past and concentrate on the way
his tongue was licking my muscular cheeks.

   He moaned and grunted with happiness as he explored my virgin flesh then
he went to the bottom drawer of my dresser, coming back with one of the
little bottles.  He squirted my back then began a torturously slow massage
that lasted almost an hour.  By the time he finished, I was as relaxed as I
could be and I didn't fight him at all when he turned me over onto my back.

   Just as gently and carefully as he'd massaged my back, he did my front.
He spent most of his time on my breasts and thighs, but passed his
fingertips through my mismatched blond pubic hair a few times.

   When his fingers finally infiltrated the warm, protected space between
my upper thighs, I slowly opened my legs for him, ready to feel his touch
on my virgin pussy.  The moment he dragged some of my wetness across my
clit, I knew I'd made the right decision.  It felt amazingly good but
really intense at the same time.

   I gasped and grabbed his wrists tightly.

   I held on for dear life as he ever-so-slowly caressed my pleasure nub,
whispering sweet nothings to me and telling me how pretty and sexy I was
and how much he loved me.

   With deliberate care, he worked me up higher and higher until I thought
I'd burst from the unbelievable pleasure he was giving me.  My legs opened
of their own accord and I released his hands, using my own to grasp the
backs of my knees to hold myself open.

   The entire time, I waited for an orgasm.  I didn't really know what that
was, but I knew that, if a girl was having fun during sex, a pleasant thing
called a cum would happen to her.  Little did I know that Daddy had big
plans for my first `cum'.

   When I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, he whispered, "Are you
ready to be Daddy's nasty little daughter, Jamie?"

   I moaned and shook my head violently.

   "Are you going to get naked for me and show off this pretty, wet pussy
whenever I want you to?" he asked.

   "Yes, Daddy!" I groaned, pulling my legs even further apart for him.

   He buried his face between my legs and began licking me.  He sucked on
my tiny labia, drank my copious juices and held me on the verge of
satisfaction for a long, long time.

   "Daddy needs a dirty fuckslut, Princess," he said, coming up for air. 
"Can you be that kind of girl for me?"

   I whimpered and said, "God, yes, Daddy!  If it feels like this, I'll do
ANYTHING!"

   "Tell me about it while I make you cum, Jamie," he said, going back to
my clit with a vengeance.

   I moaned, "I'm going to be the kind of daughter you need, Daddy.  I'll
be dirty for you... I'll be nasty for you... I'll cum for youuuuuuu!"

   My first orgasm was unreal.  I'd never felt anything so amazing before.
My entire body quivered with delight and every bad thought I'd ever had was
pushed firmly out of my head until all I could think about what how amazing
my Daddy was making me feel.  He knew exactly what to do with my bubbling
pussy, letting me down slowly from my first orgasm before starting me on my
second.

   That one included a finger that rimmed its way around my pink labia,
teasing me but not entering me.  Daddy kept that up until my soaking wet
pussy demanded to have something inside it.  The second I realized that I
WANTED it to happen, I clenched and had another cum.

   Then a third and a fourth.

   My anus felt his first penetration.  Sometime during my fifth ride to
heaven, he slowly pushed one of his slippery fingers up my ass and fucked
it in and out while sucking firmly on my clit.  The orgasm that ensued was
even more intense than any that had come before.  The force of it locked
something in my brain and I passed out.

   ***** *****

   The sun was high in the sky when I woke up.  I was alone in my bedroom,
safely cuddled under my covers with my babydoll on my pillow with me.  I
don't think I'd ever felt so relaxed or at peace in my life.

   I felt around between my legs and, among all the wetness, I didn't feel
any soreness at all.  I knew that Daddy hadn't taken advantage of me while
I'd been blacked out.

   I got up and put on a nightgown, heading downstairs to kiss the man that
I was rapidly falling in love with.

   "Daddy!" I said excitedly when I found him in the den.  I ran to him and
literally jumped onto the sofa, wrapping my arms around him and giving him
the best kiss I'd ever given anybody.  He was startled, but let me smooch
on his lips and cheeks for a long time while he laughed happily.

   "Again, Daddy!" I said, letting him know that I was more than ready to
continue what we'd been doing earlier.

   "Not so fast, Missy," he said with a grin.  "I still want to make sure
you know what you're getting yourself into."

   "I don't care!" I told him.  "I've never felt this good in my life!"

   "Yes," he agreed.  "But it's not always going to be about you and that
moist, little cunt, Jamie."

   "I know," I said.  "But I'm ready, Daddy.  I swear!"

   "Hmmm..." he said.  "Why don't we see if you can behave yourself like
Daddy likes.  Wanna try?"

   "Mmmm, hmmm," I said, bobbing my head up and down and ready to learn
whatever he wanted to teach me.

   He got me to stand up and he asked me to take my nightgown off.

   I was anxious to resume my sexual education so I reached for the hem of
my gown and lifted it quickly.  That didn't please him.

   "Slowly, Jamie," he taught me.  "When you're displaying your delicious
flesh for a man, it's always best to go slow and teasingly so he'll enjoy
you to the fullest."

   I did the best I could, trying to look sexy while I bared my body to
him. In return, he complimented each naughty morsel that I displayed for
him.  He called my tits `kissable', my ass `spankable' and my pussy a
`tasty little cunt'.

   I have to admit that, once I was naked, I began to feel a little
embarrassed.  He was fully dressed and wearing shoes while I was completely
nude and feeling very vulnerable.

   "Close your eyes, Jamie, and spread the lips of your pretty little cunt
for me.  I'd like to see your clitoris."

   It seemed like a very formal way to request such a naughty, naughty
thing, but I did it, hoping he'd kiss my pleasure button like he'd done
earlier.

   "Is your pussy wet for me, Jamie?" he asked.

   I nodded.

   "Good," he said, standing up to join me.  "I'd like to play with it some
more."

   He picked me up again and carried me back to my bedroom, laying me down
naked with my legs spread and my eyes closed.  He rummaged around in my toy
drawer for a while then sat next to me.

   Once again, like time didn't matter in the least to him, he began to
work on my clitoris.  He used his fingers first, making them slippery with
something that he'd gotten from the drawer, and then he began to vibrate
me.

   It was very different from either his fingers or his tongue, but the
result was exactly the same.  Once I started cumming, he just tormented me
with orgasm after orgasm.  He buzzed around my wet lips, into the entrance
to my pussy itself, up to my bewildered clitoris and all the way down to my
innocent rectum.

   Soon, I began to lose track of when one climax ended and the next one
started.  They seemed to overlap as I lay there with my eyes firmly closed
and my hands making me available for his pleasure.

   When one part of me became too sensitive or numb, he just moved
somewhere else, continuing to torture me with pleasure that I never
imagined existed.

   By the time he put one of the dildos in my mouth to shut me up, I'd
promised him anything... everything... to let me be his daughter forever.

   ***** *****

   It was dark the next time I came to.  I hugged my babydoll for a long
time, fantasizing about my new life.  Jamie Hatter.  That's who I was. 
Daughter of the richest man I'd ever met, owner of a beautiful, incredible
bed where I'd be safe forever and girl who had promised to get naked and
have sex whenever her Daddy wanted her to.

   I pictured what it was going to be like when he finally mounted me and
began to actually fuck me.  I couldn't think of anything more romantic in
the whole wide world.  Daddy was going to put his penis... his cock, inside
me.  He was going to join his body to mine, making me his woman and sharing
his incredible good fortune with me.

   I decided to find him and give myself to him in no uncertain terms. 
Even if I had to plead with him, I'd do it because it was time and I was
ready.

   I took a fast shower because I smelled like pussy from head to toe and
didn't want Daddy to think I didn't take care of myself.  I even washed my
hair again, knowing it'd dry almost instantly.  Then I went into the
lingerie drawers and put on a tiny pink top and its matching lacy panties
so I'd look cute for him.

   With a huge smile on my face and more determination than nervousness, I
left my room and sought out my Daddy.

   I found him in the kitchen with a six-pack of beer in his hand.  The
moment he saw me, he put it down and opened his arms to me.  I ran to him
and jumped up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his hips.  He caught
me easily and kissed me around my neck as I giggled with glee.

   He was wearing a black business suit in the house, which I thought was
strange.  I didn't ask him about it, though.  I was on a mission.

   "Fuck me, Daddy!" I came right out and demanded.  "I'm so ready!"

   He laughed with me and said, "So, I guess you're ready to start being
the kind of daughter Daddy needs."

   "Yes, Daddy!" I promised.  "Anything you want.  I swear!"

   "Are you going to take your clothes off when I tell you to?"

   "Yes!" I insisted, gasping when he began to nip one of my nipples
through my sheer top.

   He put me down and said, "I'm going to test you now, Jamie.  I'd like
you to join me in the den."

   I was more than ready.  I didn't care if it was in my bed, in his bed or
on one of the sofas.  Wherever he wanted to make me a woman, I'd go.  But I
never expected him to say, "I've invited some friends over.  I'd like you
to meet them."

   I froze, pulling back on his hand.

   "Daddy?" I asked, my voice coming out like a nervous squeak.

   He took my chin in one of his big hands and whispered, "I told you I
like dirty, nasty girls, Jamie.  Now you need to make up your mind.  If
you'd like, I can take you back to the terminal, give you a kiss for luck
and send you on your way."

   Since he held my chin so tightly, I couldn't look away from his piercing
eyes.  I closed mine instead, imagining a suddenly much more intense sex
life.

   "Or," he continued, "You can join me in the den where I'd like to show
off my pretty, young daughter.  I'd like my friends to see you naked and
I'd like them to hear you ask me to take your cherry."

   He swatted my behind and said, "Go up to your room and make up your
mind."

   I took two steps and stopped.  What was the use?  No matter what Daddy
had in mind for me, it was far, far better than the alternatives: the train
station or my former home.  The sex had been fun so far and I really did
want more.  But THAT much more?  It was an easy decision in the end.

   I turned around and said, "You won't let them hurt me, will you, Daddy?"

   "Never, Princess," he said, opening his arms to me and welcoming me back
into his loving embrace.

   ***** *****

   Every insecurity I've ever had about myself jumped to the front of my
mind as Daddy took my hand and led me to meet his guests.  We walked down
the long hall together, giving me plenty of time to obsess about every flaw
my body had: the tiny mole on my back, just above my shoulder blade, my
too-big ears, my too-small nipples and my untrimmed, mismatched blond hair
down `there'.

   I hiccupped with fright when we turned the corner and three men were
standing no more than five feet away from me, holding champagne glasses and
wearing black suits like Daddy.

   He cleared his throat and said, "Gentlemen, this is Jamie, my daughter."

   I probably turned redder than a fire truck when the three strangers
turned to face me, studying me carefully.

   "Very pretty," one of them announced.

   Another said, "You're a lucky man, Ben.  She's adorable."

   The third said, "Come join us, Jamie.  Let's get to know you."

   Daddy helped me into the room and led me to a place where there were
four big, comfortable chairs, facing each other in a tight square.  I'd
always wondered about the odd furniture arrangement, but I figured it out
the moment the men sat down and I was left standing in the middle of the
intimate little box.

   I was the star of a theater-in-the-round, an actress again, playing a
part that Daddy wanted me to play.  My heart raced, my skin flushed and I
felt a tremor between my legs.

   I looked around nervously from one man to the next, finally settling
down facing Daddy.  I didn't know what to do next.

   A handsome blond man asked, "What kind of girl does your Daddy like,
Jamie?"

   I remembered, so I said, "D... dirty, nast...ty girls."

   "Sir..." Daddy coached me.

   "Dirty, n...nasty girls, Sir."

   Daddy smiled and I felt pleased.

   A guy who looked like George Clooney asked, "Are you that kind of girl,
Jamie?"

   "Yes, S... S... Sir," I stammered.

   The third guy - he was the oldest - said, "Please take your clothing
off, Jamie.  We'd like to see you naked."

   I felt a chill and looked at Daddy.  He smiled and nodded.

   I didn't know what to do first.  I only had two little pieces on and
either one's absence would show off an awful lot of me.  I decided on my
panties first, mainly because I wasn't very developed elsewhere, if you
know what I mean.

   As I stripped, I closed my eyes and I tried to remember everything that
Daddy had said earlier that day.  I tried my best to do it slowly and
sensuously, turning to face each man for a little while.  It seemed like I
was having an out-of-body experience.  I felt like I was watching myself
from across the room.  With my eyes tightly shut, I could still see men I'd
never met before watching me expose myself while they commented on how
beautiful I was, how sexy I looked and how hot I made them.

   It was heady stuff and I was dripping from between my legs when I
finally stood before Daddy and reopened my eyes.

   "Very good, Jamie," he praised me.

   I smiled nervously and nodded an acknowledgement.

   "Remember how I had you stand before, Princess?  With your hands
underneath yourself?"

   I nodded again.

   "I would like you to adopt that pose in front of each of my friends. 
Ask them if they would like to kiss you."

   "Daddy?" I whimpered, frightened but still willing to please him.

   He leaned forward and took my hand, pulling me onto his lap.  He placed
his lips right by my ear and whispered, "You can do this for Daddy,
Princess.  I want to see them enjoy your clitoris."

   I whimpered again because I really wanted to satisfy him but I was
genuinely freaked out by the number of men in the room.  I was barely a
beginner when it came to sex and somehow I had to get up the nerve to give
the very center of my budding sexuality to three complete strangers.  It
was overwhelming.

   He lifted my chin again and, looking into my eyes he asked, "Can you do
this for Daddy, Princess?"

   I saw the love and desire in his eyes.  They were ablaze.  This weird
scene had him very excited and I couldn't bring myself to ending it.

   "Yes, Daddy," I said, getting up from his lap.

   I turned to face George Clooney and, truly acting like a dirty, nasty
girl, I posed for him with my entire pink slit exposed and asked, "Would
you like to kiss me, Sir?"

   Standing orgasms are far, far more devastating than ones you have in
bed. I learned that as Pseudo-Clooney made a meal of my exposed clitoris,
using his sublimely talented tongue to get me off in a heartbeat.  The
blond guy did me next, taking more time with me but also getting me to put
my hands behind my back because they were interfering with his enjoyment.

   The old guy had the longest tongue and he used it to his advantage,
reaching places inside me that even Daddy hadn't visited yet.  The cum he
gave me was the best of all, even if he was like sixty or something.  I
learned that having something inside me while I peaked was unashamedly
wonderful.  I even broke the rules and moved my hands in front of me so I
could hold his head and hump my hips while he tongue-fucked me.

   Daddy sent me around the circle three times.  The first time, my clit
got all of the attention.  The second time, the men fingered me while
snacking on my tiny nipples.  The third time was the most intense and
intimate of all.  Daddy had me bend forward in front of each of his friends
and hold my cheeks open.  The three of them took their time getting to know
the most private part of my body, touching, licking and kissing me there
while my legs trembled almost uncontrollably.  The old man with the
freakishly long tongue even found a way to get it inside my bottom.

   Daddy pulled an ottoman into the group while his guests feasted on me.
He placed a towel over it and, once the old guy was done with me, Daddy had
me mount the tiny piece of furniture on my back.

   I rested on it and tried to get comfortable.

   "Open your legs, Jamie," he said.

   Obediently, I pulled my knees back to my chest and used my hands to
grasp my ankles.  Everything I had was on display to three perfect
strangers.

   The ottoman had wheels so Daddy spun it around until my sopping wet
pussy faced George Clooney.  He patted my head and said, "It'd be very nice
if you thanked my friends for the attention they've given you, Jamie."

   Embarrassed by the entire situation but still trying my best to be the
kind of girl that Daddy wanted, I squeaked, "Thank you, S...S... Sir."

   Clooney smiled and asked, "Is that how a nasty girl talks, Little One?"

   Chastised, I said, "No, Sir.  I'm sorry."

   "Would you like to try again?" he asked.

   I took a deep breath and said, "Thank you for licking my cunt and making
me cum, Sir."

   He winked at me and said, "That's better, Young Lady."

   Daddy spun me a quarter of a turn and I was face to face - well, face to
pussy, anyway - with the blonde.

   "Jamie..." Daddy coaxed.

   "I hope you enjoyed my pussy, Sir," I said.  "I liked what you did to
it."

   He accepted my appreciation and smiled as Daddy faced me towards the old
man.  The senior's happy grin was infectious, making me feel a lot better
about everything that was happening to me.

   I looked up at him and said, "Thank you for putting your tongue up my
asshole, Sir.  It felt really, really good."

   He grinned and actually clapped his hands with delight.

   Then I faced Daddy.  My legs were wide open, my swollen pussy was nearly
bursting with anticipation and my mind was ready for what was going to
happen next.

   I smiled at him the best I could and whispered, "Please fuck me, Daddy."

   The men actually applauded as Daddy stood and opened his pants.  When
his cock sprung free, I gasped.  I'd never seen a hard one before and it
looked far too big to fit comfortably in my belly.

   He knelt between my legs and placed its tip right in the bubbling well
of my wetness.  I'd thought it would be rigid - like a stick or something.
But the head was soft and spongy and completely filled up the space between
my slippery labia.

   "Ready, Princess?" he asked, poised to storm the gateway of my
virginity.

   Without thought, I blurted out, "I love you, Daddy."

   The rest of them men moved off of their chairs and onto the floor,
surrounding my head.  Clooney kissed me while the others ran their hands
all over my excited body.

   Daddy pressed his weapon forward and I began to feel some of the
steeliness that made a man's cock so dangerous to wet young girls like me.
My quivering mound of damp female flesh fought back for a few moments then
surrendered to the inevitable, expanding to accept its first-ever fuck.

   It stung, but only a little.  And, each time I winced, one of the guests
was right there to kiss my lips and tell me how beautiful I was and how
perfectly I was behaving.

   By the time Daddy's cock was completely inside me, I'd adjusted to my
very public defloration, looking at each of his guests while my Daddy's
thick pole found pleasure inside my body.

   "Fuck him, Jamie," the old man whispered.  "Don't make him do all the
work."

   I grunted and tried my best to push back up at my Daddy, but I had no
support except for my back so it was impossible to give anything more than
I was already giving.

   "Wrap your legs around him, Sweetheart," Pseudo-Clooney advised.

   Well, THAT was the magic bullet.  Once I released my ankles and wrapped
my legs around Daddy's ass, I was able to pull and push against him.  I was
able to buck like a bronco, pulling him deeper into my welcoming emptiness
with each stroke.

   "That's my girl," Daddy praised me, smiling down at me while the blond
guy and the old guy nursed on my little tits.

   Daddy got a look of concentration on his handsome face and began fucking
me in earnest, banging my little pussy like a man on a mission.  He began
to sweat and turned a bit red from his work, but then he grunted and held
himself still.

   "I'm cumming in you, Babygirl!" he cried out.

   As he filled me, I remembered the very first conversation I'd had with
him in the train station.  With every ounce of my heart and soul, I
whispered, "I love you so much, Daddy..."

   He sat up a little straighter and ran his hands across my smooth tummy
as if he was trying to feel his cum inside me.  His smile is something I'll
remember for the rest of my life.

   While his cock soaked inside me, his guests congratulated both of us on
consummating our relationship.  They told me how beautiful I was, how sexy
I was and how lucky Daddy was to have such a wonderful little cunt to fill
with cum whenever he wanted.

   I was a bit surprised when they got up and began saying goodbye to us. I
was sure that Daddy was going to have all of them try out my pussy.  I
can't really say if I was disappointed or relieved.  Maybe I felt some of
both.

   As soon as they were gone, Daddy withdrew from me and gave me the best
kiss of my life, telling me how proud he was of me and how happy I'd made
him.  I basked in his approval, happy to be beyond this first test and
understandably satisfied with how my body felt after an entire day of sex.

   He carried me up to my bedroom but, just before he could put me on my
bed, I asked, "Can I sleep with you tonight, Daddy?  Please?"

   He smiled at me, changed directions and brought me to his masculine
bedchamber.  He placed me on the bed, fixed the covers and pillows for me
and kissed my forehead.

   "I'll be right back, Babygirl," he said.

   His bed smelled delicious and, when he came back with my babydoll, I
fell in love with him all over again.  He was so thoughtful, kind and
considerate to me.

   "It's early for me to sleep, Princess," he said.  "You get a head start
and I'll join you later."

   I looked up at him and said, "I love you, Daddy.  Forever."

   "I love you, too, Jamie," he said, giving me one last kiss.

   ***** *****

   When he left, I touched my pussy.  Not to make myself cum or anything -
Lord knows, I'd cum enough that day - but to experience the slick evidence
of his orgasm as is flowed out of me.

   I fell asleep with his sperm on my fingers and never even noticed when
he joined me.

   Runaway

   Chapter 3

   The next day was chock full of surprises.  The first was a courier who
delivered new `papers' for me.  They contained my new identity as Jamie
Hatter.  There was even a school I.D.  photo.

   The second surprise came when Daddy told me I'd be starting at my new
school on Monday.  He even made notes for me, telling me about my `past'
and how I'd just transferred into town from out West.  I'd lost track of
the days of the week and didn't believe him at first when he told me that
it was Saturday.

   The third surprise came when his guests from the night before returned,
each with a girl about my age clinging to his arm.  I was introduced to the
men's daughters.

   Lisette was Clooney's little girl.  She was a blonde like I used to be
and she appeared to be about sixteen.

   Dallas belonged to the blond guy and, like him, her hair was fair, light
and perfectly coiffed.  She was very, very pretty and her smile was warm
and inviting.

   The old guy had a brunette named Madison clinging to his arm.  She was
obviously the youngest of the three, probably no older than I was.  She
looked just as nervous as I imagined I looked.

   "You girls run along and play," Daddy said.  "Your fathers and I have
some arrangements to discuss."

   ***** *****

   It was strange getting to know the three pretty girls.  I wanted to ask
them about sex, but I didn't know if they were intimate with their fathers
like I was and I was too scared to ask.

   Luckily, after I showed them around my bedroom, Lisette said, "My dad
tells me that you had a great time last night, Jamie.  I remember my first
time.  I was scared out of my brains!"

   "Me, too!" said Dallas.

   The next thing I knew, the four of us were sitting on my bed sharing the
stories of our first time with the men.  Each of us had had a very
different experience and even the shy one, Madison, told us how her Daddy
had taken her virginity while she was bent over the back of a sofa with MY
Daddy's cock in her mouth.

   Lisette was the only one among us to actually have sex with all four of
the men on her very first try.  She said it was because she was older than
the rest of us and her Daddy thought she could handle it.

   It didn't take long before I was accepted into the strange little group
and I began to feel a kinship with the rest of the dirty daughters.  They
all seemed content with their lots in life and none of them expressed even
a single misgiving.

   As it turned out, only Dallas was a biological daughter.  Lisette was a
step-daughter and Madison was a runaway, like me.  The latter had only been
with the group for a little more than three months, whereas Lisette and
Dallas had been playing with the men for almost two years.

   We all got to know each other and while I told Dallas and Madison about
meeting Daddy in the train station, Lisette snooped around, finding my
stash of sex toys in the bottom drawer of my dresser.

   Within minutes, all four of us were naked and my three pretty, new
friends teamed up on me, using the toys to give me just as many cums as the
men had given me the evening before.

   It was a vastly different experience, though.  The girls were softer,
gentler and smelled incredible and I got to suck on each of their nipples
as they did their best to make me feel wonderful.  Even though I became
very wet as they played with me, Lisette still used some of the lotions
that were in my dresser to make me incredibly slippery.  After that, they
began penetrating me, filling both my pussy and my ass with wonderful,
vibrating cocks.

   I don't know what made me do it but, while I was having one of the
biggest cums of the day, I pushed my face between Madison's legs and
started licking her out.  It seemed like the right thing to do considering
all the pleasure she'd just given me.  As I tasted her, I felt decadent and
wicked... more than just a dirty girl... more than just a nasty girl.

   We had a girl orgy that lasted the rest of the afternoon and we didn't
let up until Daddy opened my bedroom door and said, "I'm glad to see the
four of you getting along."

   I had to take my face out from between Lisette's back cheeks so I could
look over at him and smile.

   He stepped into the room and kissed my cheek then leaned further over,
licking the very same little asshole that I had just vacated.

   "Tasty, huh, Baby?" he asked with a smile.

   ***** *****

   The men took us out to dinner than night after requesting that we put on
pretty dresses.  I had enough clothes of differing sizes in my closet to
outfit the entire group and, as we piled into two of the men's cars, I felt
like I finally had a family I wasn't ashamed of.

   Dinner was spectacular.  We went into the city and up to the top of the
tallest building in town.  The restaurant was extravagant, the waiters
fawned all over us and Daddy pointed to the masses below on the streets and
said, "That's all yours now, Princess.  Anything you want.  Any time you
want it."

   Overcome by emotion, I began to cry, wondering what I'd done to earn the
honor that my Daddy bestowed upon me.  My sisters helped me to the bathroom
where they joined up to fix my makeup.  Lisette even took a moment to slip
my panties off and lick my pussy, making me forget about my melancholy
pretty quickly.

   Dallas asked, "Can we stay over tonight, Jamie?  Share your Daddy?"

   I had my hands on the top of Lisette's head, guiding her around my
pussy, so it was hard to answer.  I just moaned, "Mmmmm... please!"

   We told the men about our request when we got back to the table and, as
soon as we finished eating, we played musical cars for a while until Daddy
and I were hosting my three very horny young sisters back at our incredible
home.

   "Let's get dressed up!" Madison said.  "My Daddy likes fancy, fancy
underwear.  I'll bet yours does, too!"

   We laughed and giggled as we pulled out all sorts of pretty lingerie to
wear, finally settling on corsets with stockings and high heels.  We did
makeup on each other and made our hair as pretty as could be.

   While we dressed, we talked a lot more, as you can probably imagine. 
The three of them were shocked that I hadn't had a single penis in my mouth
yet.  That is, until I reminded them that I'd only just started the day
before.

   Then it was their turn to shock me: Dallas asked if Daddy had spanked me
yet.

   "No!" I said.  "He's not like that!"

   Lisette corrected me, saying, "Yes, he is, Jamie.  It's one of his
favorite things to do to the rest of us."

   "But..." I blustered.  "He'd never hurt me!"

   She began to fix my hair and said, "No, not hurt you.  But make your
bottom red, that's for sure."

   Dallas giggled, "I like it.  Especially the way he makes up for it
after!"

   Lisette warned me, "He wants to, Jamie.  I know it.  He's just being
good to you and keeping his needs to himself."

   Madison added, "He'll probably wait `til you ask him.  He's nice that
way.  That's what he did with me, anyways."

   ***** *****

   We had a party on Daddy's giant bed.  The four of us posed for him,
stripped for him and, with the help of my sisters, I gave my very first
blowjob, swallowing a ton of cum when Daddy shot into my mouth.  He stayed
hard after he came and used his thick fuckstick to explore the wet depths
of each of us.

   I couldn't see how he'd fit in tiny Madison, but she took him easily and
screamed very loudly every time his efforts made her cum.

   Sometime around midnight, Daddy shut the lights off and we all snuggled
in his bed.

   ***** *****

   Sunday was a day for just my Daddy and me to unwind.  We took a shower
together and ate breakfast naked in the formal dining room.  I felt silly
and I giggled a lot, teasing Daddy about only cumming two times the night
before.  I told him that I'd cum at least a gazillion times!

   I guess I knew it was coming - I'd set myself up for it, after all - but
when my teasing became too much, Daddy said, "Pipe down, Jamie, before you
end up over my knee for a fine and thorough spanking."

   I felt a sense of inevitability about the issue and decided to push my
luck a bit.

   "Never!" I said, jumping up and running around to the other side of the
table, my tits bouncing like crazy.  "You'd have to catch me first, Old
Man! And you MUST be tuckered out after fucking four young girls last
night!"

   What followed was the most fun I'd had in years.  Daddy got up from his
chair and chased me all over the house.  It was so big that there were
plenty of corridors and alternate routes for me to take while I evaded him.
He pursued me upstairs, downstairs and even out to the backyard for a while
before I got too cold.

   We laughed and teased each other the entire time and our nude sex parts
did what they were supposed to do: Daddy got really hard for me and my
pussy began to weep in sweet anticipation of a good long fuck.

   My butt cheeks weren't too pleased though, knowing that they were going
to get a thrashing one way or another because that's what Daddy wanted. 
And I'd made up my mind it to give him.

   When I saw that he was getting tired, I let him catch me.  By some very
strange and pre-planned coincidence, we were in his bedroom at that time
and he captured me forcefully.

   "I've got you now, you naughty girl!" he laughed, flipping me over like
a rag doll.

   "Please!  Oh, please don't spank me, Daddy!" I pleaded, kicking my feet
up to protect my ass.

   He growled, "First I'm going to redden this delicious bottom, Jamie,
then I am going to fuck your hot, sexy cunt harder than it's ever been
fucked before!"

   "No, Daddy!" I screamed.  "Please don't!  I've only been fucked twice! I
swear!"

   He rubbed his hands over my bottom and said, "Do you really expect me to
believe that, Young Lady?  A girl with a perfect little ass, a firecracker
pussy and luscious, mouthwatering tits has only been fucked twice?  Don't
lie to me, Jamie!"

   "I swear, Daddy!" I moaned, keeping up the charade.  "Please don't spank
me!"

   Over the next half hour I learned just how painful a thrashing can be.
Daddy held me tightly, told me how much he loved me and how he was spanking
me for my own good while he peppered my bottom until I cried and cried and
cried.

   When he was finished with me and I was at the lowest of my lows, he
hugged me tightly and laid me back on his bed and speared my weeping pussy
with a cock that felt bigger and harder than both of the other times he'd
fucked me.

   "I love you, Daddy!" I sobbed when my clit began to respond and I felt
an orgasm coming.  "I love you so much!"

   "God!  I love you, too, Babygirl!" he huffed, ramming his prick into my
belly with incredible force and stamina.

   I came twice before he filled me with sperm, kissing me the entire time
and telling me how happy I'd made him.

   ***** *****

   School would have sucked a lot more if Madison hadn't been in most of my
classes.  She introduced me to all of her friends, showed me around the
building and told everybody that I was her cousin from Arizona.  So, even
though I had to sit in classes all day, it wasn't too awful.

   The teachers realized that I was well behind the other kids my age and
recommended that I get a tutor, which Daddy graciously provided after
school each day so I'd have `only the best', as he liked to say.

   After dinner each night, once the tutor had left, I stripped for Daddy,
snuggled with him on the sofa and got my brains fucked out.  Afterwards,
he'd carry me to my bed, tuck me in and put my babydoll on my pillow with
me.

   I hit the books pretty hard all week and even into the weekend, striving
to be the best daughter my Daddy could ever have.  It wasn't until Sunday
that I found myself in another sex scene.

   This time, it was just me and Daddy and Lisette's Daddy, George Clooney.
As usual, I began by stripping for the men in the den.  I was becoming very
good at it and, even before I was naked, I could tell that they were hard
and ready for me.

   "On your knees, Baby," Daddy said.  "I would like you to suck my
friend's cock."

   Well, there it was.  After a solid two weeks of sex, I was about to
taste another man's penis.  As great as that prospect was, though, I wanted
to give Daddy more.  Show him that I really was the kind of daughter he
wanted.

   "No!" I said, shocking both of them.

   "Jamie?" Daddy asked.

   "I'm not going to," I said firmly.  "You can spank me all you want,
Daddy, but I'm not sucking another man's cock until I practice on yours
some more!"

   I think he realized what was going on the moment I smiled cheekily at
him, daring him to give me a second bottom-warming with his friend looking
on.  He tugged my hand, pulled me over his lap and, while carrying on a
very pleasant conversation about naughty girls with his friend, Daddy
blistered my butt, ignoring how much I kicked and screamed.  He didn't stop
until I was crying for him and pleading to be allowed to suck his cock.

   Just like everything else with my Daddy, my oral punishment lasted more
than an hour.  With Lisette's Daddy looking on, my Daddy helped me show off
all of my new skills.  The first time he came, he did it himself, pulling
on his prick while its tip was just inside my mouth.  He had me hold his
cum in my mouth, making me savor its flavors and aromas as if it was a fine
wine.

   His second orgasm was mine and mine alone.  I did everything for him,
using my hands to help when necessary.  The first spurts of his climax made
me prouder than just about anything I'd ever done in my entire life.  I
drank it down hungrily.

   Bobbing on his cock while I tried for a third cum, I had plenty of time
to think.  I felt sort of badly for Pseudo-Clooney because he'd been so
patient while watching me.  I wanted to do something nice for him and
realized what just as Daddy filled my mouth a third time.

   I swallowed and looked up.

   "Daddy, can I fuck your friend?  He's nice and I want him to have fun in
my naughty cunt."

   You've never seen a happier man than my Daddy was at that moment.  He
puffed his chest out proudly, kissed the top of my head and said, "Have
fun, Babygirl."

   Clooney wasted not a second.  He stripped off, ravished me intently with
his hands and mouth, then rammed his fuckstick into me, right up to his
bloated balls.  It felt heavenly, especially when he began to cum almost
instantly because of all the excitement he'd watched.

   That didn't stop him.  Not even one little bit.  He stirred my cunt
until his cum was a froth, making my pussy as sloppy as could be before
filling me a second time.

   Daddy looked on with a huge smile on his face, his satisfied cock even
coming back to life when my lover pulled out of me and my sperm-frosted
pussy was visible to him.

   "One more, Sir.  Please?  While I suck Daddy?" I begged, bending over in
front of Lisette's Daddy while taking my own Daddy's reawakened cock into
my mouth.

   I got it from both ends for almost thirty minutes before my
twelve-year-old pussy felt a third load from my lover.  Only seconds later,
Daddy pumped yet another portion of his delicious sperm into my mouth and I
collapsed at their feet, completely satisfied to hold Clooney's cum in my
cunt and Daddy's cum in my mouth.

   I fell asleep right where I was.

   ***** *****

   "Jamie?  Jamie?  Wake up, Princess..." I heard, accompanied by a tapping
on my shoulder.

   I was still zonked and I didn't want to open my eyes.  Daddy was
insistent, though, and I finally raised my eyelids.  I was in my bed with
no memory of how I'd gotten there.  My babydoll was right beside me, just
like usual.

   "Hi, Daddy," I said.

   "Look who I brought for you, Baby," he said, guiding young Madison into
my field of vision.  "She's going to clean up that pussy of yours."

   I didn't have to do a thing.  Daddy lifted my covers and let my friend
get into bed with me.  She spread my legs for me and ate me out over and
over, cleaning every drop of sperm from my swollen cunt.

   Daddy sat beside me on the bed and held my hand while Madison
anonymously pleasured me from under my covers.  He told me how proud he was
of the way I'd asked to be fucked by Lisette's Daddy.  He described the
feelings of love he had for me and told me that I was more than his dreams
come true.

   "But I wanted to see his cum in your mouth, Princess.  And on your face,
too.  Daddy likes that."

   I couldn't talk right away because I was cumming so ridiculously hard
from what Madison was doing to me.  He waited patiently for me and, when I
recovered, I said, "Next time, Daddy.  I'll show you.  I promise."

   Runaway

   Chapter 4

   I led a double life over the next few months.  During the day and up
until dinnertime, I was the idyllic, TV-show daughter, going to school,
wearing stylish clothes, doing my homework and flirting with boys.  After
dinner, though, I became Daddy's daughter.  The kind he liked.  The kind
that fucked and sucked and stripped and did every naughty, nasty thing that
a man could want.

   Daddy came on my face one night, rubbing it in and making me sleep in my
own bed with his aroma surrounding me.  Another night, he introduced my
asshole to his cock.  It hurt, but not as much as I'd thought it would. 
Like usual, he'd spent hours preparing me with larger and larger dildos
until I took him easily.

   Most nights, he made me sleep in my own bed so I'd be rested for school.
But, on special occasions - like when it was raining - he'd allow me to
cuddle up in his strong arms, safe against the bad things of the world.

   Some nights, one or more of Daddy's friends would visit and I'd get to
show off any new skill I'd learned and other nights my sisters came to
visit and we played girl games while the men watched us.

   "On my face," I implored Madison's Daddy one night while I sucked his
cock.  "Please, Sir!  On my face so Daddy can see?"

   He painted me nicely, stepping aside a moment later to let Lisette's
Daddy do the same thing.  No more than five minutes later, Dallas' Daddy
completed the scene, giving me a third load of cum that dripped and
dribbled down my front.

   I spun around to Daddy and, with a huge grin on my face, I pouted, "I'm
all messy now, Daddy!  Look at me!"

   He stood up, freed his cock and plunged it into my mouth.

   "You're a nasty girl, Jamie!" he said.  "Look at all that cum on you. 
You're a disgrace!"

   I didn't get insulted or anything because I knew he was playing.  I just
sucked and bobbed on him for all I was worth until he gave me the present I
wanted: the contents of his swollen balls.
I have to admit, it was the happiest time of my life.  During the weeks,
I was Daddy's and Daddy's alone.  He loved me and kissed me and did
wonderful things to my body almost every night before sending me up to bed.
He kept my pussy happy and, in return, I did my very best to give him what
he needed.  I was even allowed to kiss boys at school if they showed an

interest in me.  Daddy liked hearing those stories.

   On the weekends, though, my sisters and I became sex-crazed little
tramps for our Daddies.  We partied every Friday and Saturday night and I
didn't consider it a success unless I did something new and nasty.  They
were cum-splattered times, for sure, the men starting to take little blue
pills to keep up with us.

   Some of my favorite times were nights when we'd trade Daddies and I'd
get to go home with one of the other men.  As much fun as our orgies were,
I really liked being alone in bed with a man.  Those nights, I got to
concentrate on a single hard cock, doing my best to help my man find
satisfaction in my willing, horny body.  I even started to like anal sex,
especially with Lisette's Daddy.  He had this huge chair in his bedroom and
liked to tie me to it with my butt in the air.  Then he'd toy with me for
hours, making me desperate for penetration before taking my asshole like a
conqueror.

   Like Daddy, he enjoyed spanking me and he always made sure my ass was as
red as a cherry bomb and I was crying for relief before he'd take pity on
me and let me cum.

   Dallas' Daddy liked to dress me up and take me out to dinner, showing me
off in the rich little town where they lived.  He called me his `little
streetwalker' and he liked when I flirted with the men we'd meet.  When
we'd get back to his house, he'd actually give me money and make me
perform. I took to it with all seriousness, too, believing that, since he
was paying me, I HAD to do everything he wanted.

   Madison's Daddy was insatiable.  For an old guy, he could fuck for days,
staying as hard as steel even after he filled one of my willing holes with
his love.  He even brought in a two young studs one night, watching me as I
got tag-teamed by a couple of the strongest men I'd ever encountered.  That
night was the first time I'd ever had two men in my pussy at the same time,
stretching me further than I'd ever been stretched before.  I was really
sore the next morning, but Madison came home early and licked me until I
felt better.

   When the weather got warm, we did beach trips so my sisters and I could
frolic on the sand in the tiniest bikinis imaginable.  In order to get into
mine, I had to do a full shave and get rid of the telltale patch of blond
pubes that clashed with my rich, black hair.  Our Daddies loved to watch
the way the men at the beach fawned all over us and, once in a while,
they'd let us pick up a guy and give him the best night of his life.

   Even school became a pleasure.  With the help of my tutor, I actually
began to do well, lessening the stress of high school immeasurably.  Boys
were always nice to me because I liked to wear shorts skirts and I had no
problem with them looking between my legs.

   Madison and I even started a competition where we tried to kiss every
boy in our ninth grade class.  And not just a little kiss either.  To
count, it had to be a full-on make-out session that included tongues and
wandering hands.  By the time we got our final report cards, she was in the
lead, having made out with fifty-seven boys to my forty-eight.

   As a prize for her victory, she got to spend an entire weekend with all
four Daddies.  When I saw her on Monday morning, she could barely walk but,
boy, did she look happy!

   ***** *****

   "Where are you going, Daddy?" I asked on afternoon, helping him get his
tie on straight.

   "Nowhere, Babygirl," he said.  "I'm staying right here tonight."

   "Then why are you getting dressed?" I teased, palming his delightful
cock through his pants.  "You know you're only going to be naked again in a
little while anyway!"

   He bent down and kissed my lips gently.

   "You're meeting some new people tonight, Jamie," he informed me.

   I panicked.  Not because I was afraid to meet new people, but because I
was naked and preferred to be dressed when I was introduced to someone.  At
least at first.

   "What should I wear?" I asked, getting jumpy already.

   "There's an outfit hanging in the bathroom for you, Jamie," he said. 
"You're my serving girl tonight."

   "Like a maid or something?" I asked, trying to anticipate my role.

   "More like a slave, Baby," he said.  "Some very important people are
coming here tonight and I want to put on a good show for them"

   "Who, Daddy?" I asked.

   He ticked off his fingers, "The governor, two congressmen, the owner of
Channel 4 and some diplomats from Europe."

   My eyes opened wide and I said, "Wow!  This is important, isn't it?"

   He kissed me and said, "Our future depends on it, Babygirl.  They're
working on some laws that'll put a stop to our income if we can't get them
to change their minds."

   I finished helping with his tie and the two of us went into his
bathroom. Hanging on a hook behind the door was a length of bright steel
chain attached to a leather and chrome collar and, on the floor in front of
the door, was a pair of the oddest shoes I've ever seen.  They had five or
six inch platforms in the front and no heels at all.  I was going to have
to learn how to walk on tiptoe in order to wear them.

   "That's all?" I asked, grinning at Daddy.  "I thought maybe you wanted
me naked or something."

   Daddy got really serious and said, "Sir or Miss, Jamie.  That's how you
need to address our guests.  Answer every question honestly.  Put your best
effort into anything anyone asks you to do.  Understand?"

   His gravity shook me a little.  Usually he was very happy-go-lucky.

   "Yes, Da... Yes, Sir," I said.

   While he combed his hair, I put on the collar.  I'd worn one before so
it wasn't too big a deal.  But the shoes were a trip.  Once I had them
tightly laced, I tried to stand and almost fell over backwards.  A second
attempt didn't give any better results and I said, "I hope I'm not serving
soup."

   Daddy didn't even crack a smile as he said, "I've brought in the
caterers for that, Babygirl.  Go to your room now.  I'll come get you when
I need you."

   ***** *****

   While I waited to be summoned, I called Madison and we talked about this
one particular boy from our class that she really liked.  She'd asked her
Daddy if she could go out on a real date with him.

   "I want him so bad, Jamie," my best friend whispered.

   Suspicious, I giggled and asked, "Are you playing with yourself, Mad?"

   "Mmmm," she moaned.  "I'm pretending that my finger is his cock..."

   "I hope he's bigger than that!" I joked with her.

   I pretended to be the boy and talked dirty to my friend while she
touched herself.  I made it as romantic as I could because I knew that
Madison really liked all that flowery, lovey-dovey stuff.  I didn't tell
her that I was practicing walking in my new shoes while I teased her.

   "Oh, God!  I'm cumming!" she finally cried out.

   "Me, too!" I pretended.  "Right in your hot cunt, Madison!"

   "Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!  Give me a baby, Ryan!" she moaned.

   "I'm gonna give you triplets, you dirty little girl!" I taunted her. 
"Make your belly fat and your tits drip with milk!"

   It was fun pretending to be a boy for a while and Madison got off really
well.  I didn't touch my own clit because I wanted to be fresh for the
party.

   Daddy knocked and came into my room so I kissed Madison goodbye and ran
to him, burying my face in his tuxedo shirt and smelling his wonderful
cologne.

   He grasped my chin and looked into my eyes.  He looked just as serious
as he had earlier.

   "There's a pillow downstairs, next to my chair, Jamie," he said.  "I
want you to count to one hundred then join me.  Come into the room very
quietly and kneel next to me.  We're going to show our guests how an
obedient daughter behaves."

   "I'll try, Daddy," I said.

   He warned me, "I'll be looking for an excuse to spank you, Princess. 
Right in front of everybody."

   "I don't mind," I told him.

   "And I won't be the only one," he said, ominously, kissing my lips and
heading back to his guests.

   I wiped some of the wetness out from between my legs while I counted to
a hundred then I left the room, heart racing from this new adventure and
determined to make Daddy the happiest man on earth.

   ***** *****

   I took a deep breath and stepped into the spacious dining room, almost
falling on my face before getting the weird shoes under me.  Daddy and I
rarely used the enormous room because the table was so big and it felt
silly to sit there by ourselves when we could eat comfortably in the
kitchen.

   I expected that the sudden appearance of a stumbling, nude
twelve-year-old would stop conversation and my ego was bruised when no one
paid any attention to me.  It was sort of eerie, like I was in another
dimension or something.

   I stepped closer and saw the pillow on the floor beside Daddy at the
head of the table.  I walked to it slowly and knelt on it, staying as tall
as I could so I could see what was going on at the table.

   Without interrupting his conversation, Daddy reached down and cupped one
of the cheeks of my bottom.  He gave it a reassuring squeeze, keeping his
hand there afterwards.

   I didn't recognize any of the people at the table.  Daddy had told me
that they were important, but they just looked like a bunch of fancy people
to me.  The women all wore gowns and had on lots of jewelry and, like
Daddy, all the men wore tuxedos.

   There were too many conversations going on for me to be able to take it
all in, so I just looked around, noticing the waiters Daddy had hired. 
There were two of them and, at that moment, they were standing by the
kitchen door.  They had noticed me.  Both of them were smiling like horny
men do sometimes.

   I blushed and looked away from them.

   I must have knelt there for nearly an hour, listening to deals being
made and watching dessert and coffee being served.  Each time one of the
waiters served Daddy, they did it from the side where I was kneeling,
hovering over me in the process.  I felt very intimidated.

   As soon as the waiters stepped away from the table, Daddy leaned over to
me and said, "Under the table, Jamie.  I want you to go to the other end.
You'll know what to do when you get there.  Come back here when you're
done."

   I was surprised by his request but I did as he asked, ducking under the
table, trailing my leash behind me as I crawled between everybody's feet.
There were a lot of expensive shoes under there: pretty high heels and
sparkly flats, not to mention all the black, leather men's shoes.

   The man at the end of the table hand his pants open and his hard cock
hidden by the table cloth.  While he spoke to someone about marshlands and
migrant birds, I slowly and lovingly sucked him, using all of my skills to
drive him wild.  I flicked him with my tongue, licked the underside of his
shaft and took him down my throat as far as I could.

   I didn't have to use my hands because he came pretty easily for me,
feeding me a thick mouthful of cum for my efforts.  I think he drinks a lot
because his juice tasted like booze to me.

   I kissed his prick one more time before making my way all the way down
the table again, this time with a mouthful of cum.  I got a little
embarrassed when I emerged from under the tablecloth and Daddy made me open
my mouth to show him that I'd been successful.  I presented my mouthful of
sperm and when he put his hand on my throat, I swallowed.  He liked when I
did that.

   With Daddy's hand back on my butt, I resumed kneeling beside him as the
waiters cleared the table.  They finished quickly, disappearing into the
kitchen once they were done.

   "Jamie," Daddy said.  "On top of the table this time, Honey.  I want you
to go lay across the Governor's lap."

   I wasn't sure which one was the Governor, but I took a guess that it was
the man whose cock I'd just sucked.  He seemed important.

   This time, conversation finally did stop and I climbed up onto the end
of the table, using Daddy's hand for support.  I began to crawl as
everybody watched me, but Daddy stopped me.

   "Stop, Jamie!  Head high!  Smile!  Pose!"

   I froze in my tracks and did exactly what he wanted, I tried my best to
look adorable, smiling my most brilliant smile down the table at the man at
the end.

   "She's delectable!" a woman to my right said, touching my side, right
next to my breast.  A man to my left palmed one of my hanging breasts,
giving it a healthy squeeze before releasing me.

   "Slow now, Jamie," Daddy said.

   There were fourteen people at the table that night and every single one
of them got to evaluate my tender flesh while I made my way torturously
slowly to my destination.  People played with my leash, took off my shoes
and found their way inside me in a number of different places.  It wasn't
enough stimulation for me to cum but, by the time I draped myself across
Daddy's guest's lap, I was as horny as a rabbit.

   Everyone watched as his hand went right between my legs and he fingered
me.  It was so quiet that the moist, sucking noises my pussy made sounded
incredibly loud.  He was very good with me, fingering me deeply for a while
before concentrating on my clit so I could cum.

   By that time, I was enjoying the spotlight.  I know it's weird, but I
also knew that everyone in the room was interested in me.  It fed my ego to
think that all of them might be having sex with me really soon.

   I went over the top and cried out, hugging his leg while my pussy
spasmed with pleasure.  He even put three fingers inside me as I came,
causing me to cry out again, thanking him for being so good to me.

   Even before I finished cumming, the man said, "Sorry, Governor, but she
DID come to MY lap."

   I looked up quickly and realized that the older woman sitting to my
right was actually the Governor.  I felt so foolish, especially when the
people around the table began to laugh.

   There were two people who weren't laughing, though: Daddy and the
Governor.  They were obviously ticked at me for making such a foolish,
childish mistake.  I didn't know what to do, so I just hung on the man's
lap, hoping someone would guide me.

   Daddy finally stood up and said, "My apologies, Governor.  Perhaps you'd
like to move to the parlor where Jamie can apologize properly."

   He came around the table and helped me up, guiding me in front of the
entire group as we changed rooms.  I knew every single one of them was
looking at my little peach because there was only one way to apologize for
my gaffe.

   The moment the Governor made herself comfortable in one of Daddy's plush
chairs, I stepped forward and draped myself across her lap.  I was ready to
make a further spectacle of myself to help Daddy impress his friends
because he had said it was vital to our continued lifestyle.

   Loud enough for everyone to hear, I said, "I'm sorry I didn't recognize
you, Miss, and I'm ready to be punished."

   With everyone looking on, the important woman sized up my bottom,
petting my cheeks for a while then confirming that I was very wet from all
the attention I'd been getting.  I spread my legs as much as I could for
her and moaned theatrically when she penetrated me with her fingers.  She
sawed into me and I arched my back in response.

   "Spank me, Miss!" I said.  "It's the only way I'll learn!"

   The crowd ooo'd and ahhh'd at my admission, encouraging the Governor to
take out her displeasure on my defenseless bottom.  She responded with a
few sharp swats followed by a delicious continuation of her fingering.

   "Yes, Miss!  Like that, Miss!" I encouraged her as I got close to
cumming.

   "Not just yet, Little Miss," she scolded me.  "I have more work to do
here."

   She began spanking me again, this time much more thoroughly than before
and it wasn't long before I was crying and kicking my legs.  She warned me
twice about it before getting mad and pushing me off of her lap.  I ended
up on my knees in front of her.

   "I'm very disappointed in you, Young Lady," she reprimanded me.  "Your
Daddy told me that you were special."

   "I AM, Miss!" I blubbered.  "I swear!"

   "How special?" she asked.  "What kind of girl are you?"

   "A dirty girl, Miss!  I am!  I like fucking and cumming and everything!"
I wailed.

   "Would you like to fuck right now?" she asked me in front of everybody.

   "Oh, yes, Miss!  Anyone you want!" I promised.

   "Really?" she asked, seeming to be surprised.

   "Yes, Miss!" I assured her.

   She snapped her fingers and the two waiters come over.  They had those
grins on their faces again but this time it was for a good reason.

   The Governor said, "Go ahead, Boys.  I wanna see this little bitch get
fucked hard."

   Within a moment, there was a blanket on the floor and I was besieged by
the burly waiters.  With the crowd of fancy, famous people watching
intently, I got mastered.  Their cocks bludgeoned my pussy, my mouth and my
ass as they pushed me around commandingly.

   I tried to give as good as I got but it was impossible.  If I put my
lips on one of the guys' cockhead, he'd grab me and fuck my mouth like he'd
never fucked before.  I'd choke, cough and sputter and, while I was trying
to regain control, the other guy would drill his cock into my defenseless
pussy or right into my upturned ass.

   Whenever I needed reassurance, I'd look over at Daddy.  He was smiling
as sitting forward in his chair, intently watching what the men were doing
to his daughter.

   The men must have been professionals because they were much better at
fucking a punished, twelve year old slut than they'd been at serving
dinner. They used me through at least a dozen orgasms and, when they
finally came, both of their cocks were sharing my stretched out pussy.  I
don't think my pussy ever got so much cum at one time before.

   The men untangled themselves from me and I looked up.  Standing above
me, the Governor looked down at me.

   "Have you learned your lesson, Young Lady?" she gently asked.

   "Yes, Miss," I said, spinning a bit on the floor so she could see my
pussy clearly.  "Thank you for doing this to naughty cunt, Miss."

   "Will you ever forget who I am?"

   "Oh, no, Miss!  I swear!" I promised.

   She bent down and swiped her fingers between my legs, through the mess
the men had left behind.  She raised them to my lips and let me lick them.

   "You are a dirty girl, Jamie Hatter.  I'll be seeing you again."

   "Yes, Miss," I said.  "Thank you, Miss!"

   "Would you like to hug your Daddy now?" she asked me.

   "Please, Miss," I replied, nodding my head vigorously.

   She nodded and I got up from the blanket.  Every inch of my body either
hurt or was thoroughly exhausted.  I gingerly made my way over to Daddy and
knelt on a pillow he'd put on the floor in front of his chair.

   "I did it, Daddy!" I said, trying my best to look eager.  The truth is,
I was completely finished.  I didn't have any leftover energy for anything.

   Daddy leaned forward and put his arms around me.  I just let myself go,
collapsing because I knew that he'd hold me up.

   "Perfect, Baby," he said, just before I passed out from the stress,
workout and orgasms I'd just experienced.

   ***** *****

   I woke up in Daddy's bed, sometime in the middle of the night.  He was
sitting right beside me, holding my hand.  My babydoll was right there next
to me, too, on my pillow.

   "That was wild," I reported.

   He rolled towards me, holding himself up on his elbow so he could peer
into my eyes in the darkness.  He ran his fingertips over my belly,
caressed my breasts for a moment then stroked my cheek.

   "Are you okay, Babygirl?" he asked.  "The guys were pretty rough with
you."

   "No," I moaned.  "The inside of my pussy hurts, Daddy.  It needs you."

   He smiled and rolled the rest of the way towards me, slotting his cock
exactly where I needed it.  He slipped right into my sloppy, stretched-out
mess of a pussy and slowly began to fuck me.

   "I love you so much, Daddy," I whimpered, feeling his beautiful cock
deep inside my belly.

   "I love you, too, Princess," he whispered, kissing my lips gently.

   We were silent for a while, just two happy, horny people mating
languidly in the middle of the night.

   Cumming felt good, but not as good as just being with him.  I wanted our
coupling to go on forever but soon he picked up speed and I knew he was
going to cum for me.

   "Daddy?" I asked, just as his balls began to fill me with cream.  "Can
we go back to the train station in the morning?"

   He grunted while he inseminated me, his thick prick satisfying me in
every way.

   "Why, Babygirl?" he asked.  "Are you leaving me?"

   "Never, Daddy!" I promised.

   "Then why the train station, Princess?" he asked, his cock soaking in
the mess he'd made.

   "I want a little sister," I told him, flexing my pussy muscles to
massage his softening cock.  "I coulda used some help last night."

   He smiled and kissed me, cuddling me and my babydoll in his strong arms
as we fell asleep.
   The End