"Kenny!"
"Daddy!"
I ran to my father in the airport, bumping into a couple of little old ladies on the way. One gave me a look, not dirty, confused. I can understand; there are not many girls with the name Kenny. Still, it can be just as short for Kendra as it is for Kenneth, as I tell my newest friends.
Plus, I love my daddy. No, not that way, you perv! In the proper daughter sort of way. Before mom got fed up with him and his admittedly more irritating habits (he may be my daddy, but he is still a man), we did a lot of the things that a father and son would do, because my loser brother was too interested in writing his depressing poetry and hanging around with his equally loser friends trying to turn it into equally depressing music.
Sigh! I wish my friends would quit asking me to get him to sign album covers.
After the old heave ho, we stayed close even if I stayed with mom because of the more practical reasons (ie male, irritating habits, that time of life). I still wanted to grow up to be an ecologist just like him, except more reliable, neater, and less irritating. But he had the chance to become Chairman of a state college biology department in one of the smaller schools on the opposite side of the state during my first year of high school, and he took it.
Letters, e-mail, phone calls, and vacations together were nice, but lacked that certain something. That's why I made my first choice of college the little one he taught at. That's how I ended up in this small airport bumping into little old ladies and confusing them with my name.
When I reached daddy, I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a big hug. And the obligatory kiss on the cheek was delivered as well. I hadn't seen him all summer because of the time I spent with mom and my friends. Logic said that he would be seeing me full time now and mom would need to be satisfied with just the occasional visits; she deserved the whole summer.
Daddy hadn't seemed all that sad about it, but I hoped that had meant he had found himself a girlfriend. He had been without one the whole time since the divorce. I could never figure out why because he is cute. Strike that he is handsome about five foot eleven and one-eighty pounds when he takes care of himself, which I could see he was doing at the moment.
"Got a girlfriend, daddy?" I whispered in his ear.
"Just you, Pumpkin."
That got a dirty look from the old ladies, which means that you are not the only perv I have to deal with, buster. It also meant that I would need to keep an eye out for a classmate to introduce to him. I knew of at least one old classmate from home who had a taste for older men and teachers. I felt confident as I watched daddy effortless carry my bags that I would have no problem at all.
Daddy had gotten most of my stuff from the room he kept for me at his place and moved it into my dorm room before my arrival. That spared us the hassle that the other kids were having, even if I still had the hassle of unpacking. Plus, dealing with my roommate, the stuck up bitch from hell. Fortunately, her parents took her to dinner, and Daddy and I easily got out of joining them.
We went home instead; though Daddy didn't seem as excited as I was at the prospect of having me join him over pizza just like the good old days. I couldn't figure out why, because the house looked a lot nicer than it had when I was last here during spring break. He had even switched to non alcoholic beer which he shared with me as we ate. It wasn't as `beer-y' as the stuff he would let me sneak sips of when I was younger, but that wasn't that bad. After diner and a little bit of the tube (Discover had a couple of good programs that night), he drove me back to the dorm.
My first week in college went well. The second week wasn't all that hot, however. The bitch from hell had apparently been thrown out of hell for being a bitch. She found a boyfiend within a few days and the two spent most of my study time trying to make a new crop of demons. During the week, I could spend time in the library, but on friday the library closed at six o'clock.
The hell spawn had decided on a marathon session of doing Satan's work. As he fucked the seed of evil into her cursed womb, a sat in the hall, leaning against the door crying. My equally as evil latin prof had decided on a test that monday which I desperately needed to study for. This was the last straw, and I gave into the stress.
After I had cried myself numb, I realized that I did have an out and decided to visit my daddy. I could imagine him sitting home alone watching bad teevee. Granted, I would need to study, but having me in the home would cheer him up. An unempty house is a lot more happy; I know I feel the difference.
I walked back in to my so-called room, packed my book bag and decided that I didn't want to be seen on the bus in just my study sweats. I changed into a black skirt and white blouse, as well as one of my nicest sets of panties and bra. Seeing as how I still had my summer tan, I choose not to wear hose without fear of not displaying my long legs to their best advantage. A touch of makeup finished the job.
I looked into the full length mirror and decided that I was fit to be seen in public. I mean, I may be daddy's girl, but I am still a girl first. I also gained the approval of the boy-beast, who asked me to join them in their sexual sabbath as he pumped his penis between her breasts. I rejected him as worse I could and rushed out the room.
After a quick bus ride and a short walk, I found myself knocking on daddy's door. And knocking on daddy's door. And knocking on daddy's door. Finally, he answered the door wearing a short terry robe and a shocked look.
"Kenny," he said with heavy breathing. "What are you doing here."
"The blond and the loser are going at it hot and heavy, right now. I need a place to study and maybe to crash."
"Oh. Well, come in."
I gave him a hug. He felt sweaty and warm.
"Oooo, daddy," I said teasingly, "Have you got a girl over?"
"Uh, no!" he said quickly. In a more natural voice, he added, "I've told you that you were my only girlfriend, Pumpkin. I've been down in the basement doing exercises."
"In the nude, daddy?"
"It was good enough for the ancient greeks. If you want, why don't you go set up on the kitchen table. Shall I start you a pot of coffee?"
I agreed. I began to take my books out my bag. I also watched as daddy moved around the kitchen putting together the coffee. For the father of a college co-ed and a punk rocker, he looked damn good. Heck, only his shortly cut salt and pepper hair really separated him from my preferred boyfriends, men ten years older than me. As I admired his toned legs, the phone rang.
He answered and listened for a short while, before swearing. He hung up the phone in a rush and abandoned the coffee.
"Kenny, I need to head into campus. There has been a chemical spill in one of the genetics labs, and I have to assess the damage. Will you be okay by yourself?"
"Yes, daddy. Can I help?"
"No, Pumpkin. Stay here and study. That's more important."
As I began my latin, daddy got dressed in a pair of jeans that weren't too tight, but still tight enough to show off his nice buns. I kissed him and sent him on his way. Then, I started to study.
The coffee quickly made its effect known, and I began to squirm in my seat. Finally, I decided to just give in and go pee. On the way to the bathroom, I discovered that the always locked basement had been unlocked.
No big deal, I thought. Daddies' deserve their secrets.
But on the way back, I heard a noise like a moan. Then, I had to have a peek. I went down the stairs on tippy-toes, even though I knew that I was alone in the house.
"Prof. Gamera?"
I was wrong, because in the middle of the room was a boy about my age. He was naked except for an eyeless leather hood and strapped down to a plain table. Being caught, I quit trying to be quiet with my movements. As I got closer, his dick started to grow and get hard.
"Prof. Gamera?"
It was not the biggest dick that I had seen, but it did impress me as being worth sticking in my pussy. Without a word, I walked right up to the table, and began to stare at his sexy, young body. I slipped a finger pass the elastic of my panties and into my super wet pussy.
"Prof. Gamera?"
I moved my other hand to the dick and began to stoke it to the rhythm of my pussy finger.
"Who are you? What's going on? Prof. Gamera?"
As he puzzled out loud, I took my hands away from their tasks and lowered my panties. These, I inserted into his mouth to shut him up. Then, I crawled between his spread legs. To the sound of his panty muffled moan, I took him into my mouth.
I slowly swallowed his hardness twice. Next, I pulled away entirely so I could begin to lick at the head of his cock. This met with his approval if the noises he made were any clue. So, I began to lick up and down his shaft, before I began to use my mouth to fuck him.
While I did this, I kept a finger busy in my pussy and with my clit. I teased him with my mouth, as I kept things strictly business with myself. Therefore, I easily brought myself off before he even began to think about cumming in my mouth, which was good because I had other plans for him.
Oh, don't worry buster; I swallow, but that is something for a boyfriend. Sex slaves are something different, entirely. The place for his cum was in my pussy. I began to move forward to mount him.
"Have you ever fucked a girl, slave boy?"
He shook his head. I think it finally dawned on him that I was a girl.
"Well, slave boy, it's just me and you. And you have no one to protect your virginity from the big bad girl."
I sank on his cock and began to use him like a dildo. As I bounced up and down, I kept my hands busy with my tits, mauling them through my blouse. I came twice before he shot his wad deep into my cunt. A leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek before I left to my homework. The only sounds were his questions trying to fight their way through my panties.
I went to bed before daddy came home. When I got up for breakfast, things were a bit awkward at first, but things returned to normal within a short time. George turned out to be a great guy and a good cook. Daddy also relaxed before I left. When I did leave, I gave both a kiss and instructions to George to take good care of my daddy.
I really liked my daddy's slave.
© 2003 Kenny N Gamera
