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"Call Me Daddy"
by Pan (c) 2000
Joseph Piller had a foster daughter named Alex.
Alexandra was really his wife's idea. Mrs. Piller was a
god-fearing soul, and considered that there would be
nothing more giving in this world than to take into their
home some wayward child. Or some brat piece of trash, as
Joe liked to think about them. But what Mrs. Piller wanted
she got - otherwise he would get an earful about god, hell,
redemption, original sin, and enough holy guilt that would
make even the pope impressed at its long windedness. So
four months ago, Joe became the legal guardian of Alex, a
girl who had been in juvenile detention at one point. Her
social worker said that she had had a wild youth. She was
in trouble for mostly petty crimes like theft and failure
to report into the state social system. Apparently none of
her previous families had been able to cope with her.
She'd been out of juvenile for a year, and in that time,
six families had tried to take care of her, but all had
given up.
"Oh, it'll be good to help such a troubled child.
Don't you think, dear?" Mary, his wife, smiled angelically
at him.
"Absolutely, dear. Shouldn't be a trouble at all."
It wasn't a trouble financially. Joe was a partner
in a very big law firm. He entered young, straight out of
law school, mostly with the help of his wife. Mary's
father was the senior partner. Now that he was in his late
thirties, Joe was a junior partner, and making plenty of
money. They had a large house in the suburbs, just outside
of the city. They had four kids already, thanks to that
Catholic stance on birth control. Two were already off at
college; Jane and Roger were still in high school, Roger at
a boarding school, leaving three open rooms. Plenty of
room for one more.
Normally another stray brat would have been fine,
hell, he'd handled four already. As long as his kids knew
who was king of the castle, they were fine. He had
already shipped two to college, so they were out of his
hair, and Roger was going through his teenage angst far
away. But this brat was all Denise the Menace poured into
the body of a sixteen year old girl with an eyebrow ring
and a tongue stud - all that crossed with Damian the Anti-
Christ. Alex rarely showed up for school for one thing.
Not that Joe really cared one way or another if the little
bitch got an education, but every couple of weeks he was
dragged to a pointless teacher-parent conference at St.
Bonnaventure. Then there was the noise. She played her
alternative girl rock music at house-shaking volumes. And
worse of all, she never listened to his wife. Normally
that would give him a chuckle, but every time she disobeyed
Mary, he would hear a thirty-minute tirade that night.
Home life was becoming a big pain in his ass. Then one
day, it got much better.
He was coming home from the office that day like any
other day. A client was about to leave the firm for
another firm, and Mary's father was blaming him for losing
such a valuable costumer. It was pretty stressing on Joe,
and all he wanted to do was go home and veg-out in front of
the TV with a beer. He pulled his Mercedes SUV into the
driveway of his home, but he noticed a pair of feet
sticking out from underneath one of his hedges.
Joe climbed out and threw his suit jacket onto the
seat. Loosening his tie he walked over. The feet were
wearing ratty canvas Converses and jeans that were frayed
beyond hope. In the air Joe smelled a distinctive sweet
odor. He grabbed both feet, and yanked them out from
underneath his hedge. Out shot a teenage boy with a ratty
t-shirt to match his other cloths. His hair was long and
unkempt, and he was smoking a fat joint pinched between his
fingers. Joe recognized him as one of the punk kids who
hung out with Alex.
"Mark, what the hell do you think you're doing?" he
asked. Joe could be intimidating when he wanted to. He
stood a good six foot three, and working out kept him well
muscled for his age. His once silky light brown hair was
balding a little at the hairline, but still had a good
luster to it, and his unshaven jaw had strong lines,
especially when he set them firm, which he was doing just
then.
"Uh... Mr. Piller - I was just relaxing." Mark said.
"Yeah, you're looking very RELAXED from what you have
in your hand. Do you know how much trouble you can get
into if you're caught with that?" Joe silently thought
about how much of a pain it would be for HIMSELF if Mark
were caught with that on his property. He'd have to talk
to Mark's parents, then Mary would probably call a get
together between them and plan out some sort of stupid
intervention.
"Where did you get it? Tell me, and I might let you
off."
"Really? Uh... right - Mr. Piller. I got it from
Alex. She sold it to me."
"She's dealing?!"
"Yes, sir. But please don't tell her I told you."
"Where does she keep it?"
"It's just in her book bag, front pocket."
Joe then picked the kid up forcibly, and then took
the joint in his hand.
"Get out of here, Mark. I don't want to see you
doing this on MY property again. Understand?"
"Yes - sir! Thank you, sir!" And then Mark ran off
down the street.
Joe went into the garage and took a long drag on the
joint. Throwing the rest into the trash he smiled. With a
sense of victory, Joe went upstairs to Alex's room. Now he
had something to get rid of the annoying sociopath.
Coming down the upstairs hallway, loud music filled
the air. That and the soft Chinese carpet muffled the
sounds of his steps. Alex's door was slightly opened, so
he peaked in first. He could see Alex lying on her bed,
looking out her window and away from the door. She was a
very slight girl of about five foot three in height, and
maybe one hundred and five pounds soaking wet. From his
angle he could see the short blond hair, which was gelled
up in a prickly fashion. She was still wearing her school
uniform, a red plaid skirt with a tight fitting white
button shirt. She had well developed breasts, rounding out
plumply from her chest. Her shoes were off, but she was
still wearing white socks that only cam up to her ankles.
But before he burst in on her Joe noticed something else at
her angles. Her panties. He stopped when he saw the silky
red panties on her right ankle. Moving up her bare legs
and to her red skirt, he saw that she had one hand shot
under the elastic waistband of her skirt. He stopped.
He watched as she drove her arm rhythmically under
her skirt. Her other hand pulled her hem up a little as
she caressed milky thighs. Her legs moved more apart, and
her toes started to curl with tension. Her chest then
started to rise and lower more deeply. Horny cunt, Joe
thought. He considered the options, and made his decision
quickly. He walked in without a knock or warning, and
slammed the door shut behind him.
Alex jumped with shock, and immediately pulled her
hand out from under her skirt. She tried to hide it at her
side, close to the sheets, but he already saw it glistening
with juice. Her foot shot underneath the bed covers hiding
her dropped panties. She wore an astonished expression on
her face, and bulging green eyes stared at him in anger.
Her face and her eyes especially had a tease of Latino
heritage to them, giving her a spicy look. Joe thought
that she was actually pretty if he ignored the prominent
eyebrow ring, multiple ear piercing, and the tongue stud,
which he saw only when she was saying something irritating.
That basically happened anytime she opened her mouth.
"What the fuck are you doing? Ever heard of
privacy?"
"It's my house, girl, I come and go where I want," he
said after he turned down the stereo.
"Well, what do you want?" Alex sat up, against a
large teddy bear. It used to belong to Joe's daughter
Lenora, as did the room before she left for college. He
was surprised Alex had not gotten rid of it, but it was
about three feet tall and probably good for a pillow. He
scanned the rest of the room, and noticed how Alex had
tried to cover up all that was Lenora's things. The pink
wallpaper was now covered with rock posters. Courtney Love
and Sinead O'Connor stared menacingly at him. Where Lenora
had horses of all forms in the room, now Alex's junk was
piled everywhere, CD's, candles, incense. Then, Joe found
her book bag. He walked straight to it, and grabbed it.
"What the fuck?!" She sat up with indignation on her
face. "Get out of my bag."
Searching through the front pocket he pulled out a
bag of weed, a sheet of LSD, a medicine bottle of unmarked
white pills, and a Robotusson bottle with clear liquid in
it.
"Shit," she said. "Damn you Mark Funky Bunch."
"Ha! I take it this isn't pipe tobacco," Joe said
triumphantly. "This is LSD, but what's the rest of it?"
Defeated, Alex said, "The pills are X, and the
bottle's some shit you probably never heard about and don't
want to know."
"Whatever. I got you now, girl, and you'll be out of
here soon."
Alex looked down at her bed for a moment. "Fuck. I
wouldn't mind another foster house, but if I get busted for
narcotics, they'll send me back to juevee. I don't want to
go back to juevee. Please, Mr. Piller, I'll be better.
I'll promise. I'll stop selling. I'll stop using. I'll
go to school. I'll do whatever you say. I'll be a good
girl!" Alex leaned forward in a kneeling position, hands
clasped between her knees and her arms where pushing her
breasts together. Large green eyes looked toward Joe with
genuine fear in them.
Joe sensed the fear in her voice. "A good girl,
huh?"
"Yes. You'll get no trouble from me."
"I really couldn't give a fuck, just stay out of my
way. Don't bother me with your rebelling shit."
"Yes. Absolutely."
"And I really don't care if you deal, but just make
sure Mrs. Piller doesn't find out. As a hard rule, obey
Mrs. Piller to the teeth. That way I don't have to hear
her complain every night."
"Okay."
"Actually, I want you to get me some free weed."
"Free? But..."
"Free. Not much. Just enough for a joint or two
every week. I'm not as bad as I was when I was younger."
"Sure." Joe then threw the drugs onto the bed in
front of her. She took them and immediately went to put
them in her bag at the side of her bed. To do so, she
rotated away from him to lean over. Joe then caught the
sight of her fire engine red panties still wrapped around
her ankle, and as she bent over to place things in her bag,
her skirt opened up to reveal a round butt and brief
glimpse of pink flesh. Even though she was light and a
small girl, her waist flared out well. Joe could not help
but admire its quality. While bending over she turned her
head and caught him looking. A frown crossed her nose, and
he looked away.
Sitting back up she leaned against the teddy bear and
crossed her legs and arms. A few moments passed as his
face felt a little flush.
"Anything else, SIR?" she said impatiently. His eyes
then moved to her nightstand, where she had a container of
birth control pills. They were out in the open and he
could see that one week's worth was already gone. He
laughed inside. She had probably left them in the open to
piss off his wife. Her eyes followed his eyes to the
nightstand, and she looked back with challenging stare.
"Are you sleeping around?" he asked.
"Am I sleeping with someone on a regular basis? No.
Am I a virgin? No."
"Yeah... I think there might be one more thing."
He considered how to say it, but she spoke first.
"So I won't bother you, I'll sneak you drugs, and
listen to your WIFE," she said. "And are you also going to
fuck me?"
Joe did not have sex with his wife often. They were
good Catholics, thanks to Mary, so no birth control. Since
his youngest child was Jane, and she was sixteen like Alex,
he had not slept with Mary since then. It was not like he
went without. That would have been impossible. He had the
occasional affair, and sometimes he purchased it. Actually
just last night, a supposed business meeting was really Joe
seeing his regular prostitute downtown. But affaires were
risky, and prostitutes were only a little less so, but
expensive for good ones. And he had standards.
"Maybe, what do you think about that?"
She gave a long sigh.
"I rather get fucked here than go to juevee. Girls
can get fucked there too." Still sitting and leaning
against the large teddy bear she unfolded her arms and put
them at her side, and then she unfolded her legs. She
leaned back further against the teddy bear and looked at
him nervously.
Joe then sat on the bed next to her, and put a hand
on her warm thigh. She looked at him with eyes filled with
challenge. She even curled one corner of her lip in a
smile, as if she did not think he could do it. She was
daring him. But Joe's resolve was stronger than she
thought, and he moved his hand to her inner thigh where the
skin became soft like a baby's. And without any
hesitation, he pushed his hand up her leg and under her
skirt. She flinched in surprised, jerking her knees
slightly up, but not enough to stop him. His fingers
touched soft flesh, and he moved his digits around touching
her labia. Her mouth parted a little, and he could see the
glint of her tongue stud. Breathing became deeper as her
chest rose to a heightened pace. Her face became flush as
she looked down to where his hand disappeared under her
skirt. Pushing apart her vaginal lips he felt a little
moisture. It was probably what remained of her
masturbation before he burst in on her. He plunged two
fingers into her, and she let out a small gasp, still
surprised. He started to go up and down her internal walls
while she started to relax. First her knees came down and
she spread them apart. Lifting up her skirt, he looked at
her mostly bare cunt. It was sporting a bikini shave, and
the little hair she had left was died purple. He smiled at
her punk pussy and continued to stroke her. Alex's hands
reached up behind her grabbing the head of the teddy bear
as she arched her back in arousal. Her chest and breasts
looked like they were ready to burst out of her school
uniform.
Staring at her breasts, he pulled his hand out from
between her legs . Grabbing her skirt, he pulled them down
her slender legs and then off of her. She closed them and
looked at him nervously.
"Take your shirt off," he said.
"Yes - DADDY," she said with loathing.
"I like that. Keep on calling me that, but you
better say it with true respect. Otherwise we'll start
packing your things now." She bit her lip and nodded as
she continued to unbutton her shirt. "So are you going to
be a good girl?"
"Yes, daddy," she muttered.
"What are you going to do for daddy, Alex?"
"I'll do whatever daddy says. I'll be a good girl,
and make daddy very happy. I hope daddy likes fucking me
very much." She took off her shirt revealing a silky braw
that matched her red panties.
"That's my good little girl. Now take your braw off,
sugar." She nodded again reaching behind her back. Soon
she slipped her braw off, and he looked at the perkiest set
of breasts he had ever remembered. "Lean back and put your
arms up. Let daddy see those fine tits of yours."
She leaned back and put her arms up again touching
the head of the giant teddy bear behind her. She arched
her chest forward as Joe admired her. Her breasts were so
firm that they held their shape perfectly. When his much
larger hands engulfed them he felt tender softness, but
there was just a hint of dense flesh like fruit still
ripening. He squeezed them and pushed them up. When he
let them go they quickly bounced back to their starting
positions ready for more attention.
"Damn! Why do have such amazing tits?"
"The better to please you with, daddy."
"Damn right they do." Her nipples stood up at
attention now, and he delighted in mashing her two soft
orbs together. One hand he caressed her short blond hair
and her face. Passing her mouth he allowed her to suck on
his fingers. He felt the stud slide by when she did.
"Do you want me to touch your cunt again?" he asked
her.
"Yes, daddy, please finger fuck my cunt again. Your
little girl loves it when you touch her pussy." At that he
slid one hand back between her legs. Caressing her breasts
with one hand and her girlhood with the other, she started
to really drench herself below. "Dad, I'm very wet now."
"What do you want me to do, sugar?"
"I want to have sex with you, daddy. Can you -
PLEASE - put your dick in me?"
"Would that make you happy, dear?"
"Yes, daddy, that would make me very happy. I want
you to fuck my pussy. My pussy belongs to you only. I
want to make daddy's cock very happy with his little girl."
She closed her eyes continuing to breath heavily. Any sign
of displeasure was gone from her face, as her body's
physical pleasure cleared out everything in her mind.
"Then get up. Kneel and face the wall and the bear,"
he said and she obeyed. "Put your arms on the wall above
the bear... That's a good girl." The bear was now between
her and the wall, just below her head, almost as if the
bear was staring at her two breasts inches from its plastic
nose. Joe then stood up and took off his tie. As he was
unbuttoning his shirt she looked around at him.
"What do you think of daddy?"
"Not bad for an old guy," she said with a smile.
"Hey, my girl doesn't talk like that," he said and
gave her a stinging slap on her bottom.
"Ow. I mean: I think daddy is very handsome. More
handsome than anyone in the world. Only you're good enough
to fuck me, daddy."
After taking off his pants and shoes he crawled onto
her small twin sized bed. Positioned behind her kneeling
form he admired her body. Her butt was round and well
padded. With her good sized chest, the flare of her hips,
and a waist he could almost fit his large hands around, she
was a perfect tiny hourglass. Her thighs had a little meat
in them, just hinting at what might come when she was
older. Her body was beautiful, and full of the potential
for more beauty at the same time. On that shapely butt was
a tattoo of a red biohazard symbol. He grabbed each butt
cheek in a hand, and squeezed getting good feedback from
her flesh.
"You have a nice ass, girl."
"Thank you, daddy. I like it when daddy grabs it."
Pulling her cheeks apart he exposed her asshole and
glistening cunt. The purple die did not go all the way
down her cunt, so a few blond hairs stuck out right around
her vagina opening. He stuck a finger down her ass roughly
and quickly. She yelped in pain and tried to squirm away
but he held her rear in position.
"How do you like that?"
"I - ow - like it. It feels good when daddy puts
anything into my tender and VIRGIN asshole," she whimpered.
"Virgin, eh? Well, maybe I'll fix that for you
later. What do you think of daddy fucking you in the ass?"
He moved his finger deeper up her rear as she tried to
muffle her sounds of discomfort.
"I can't wait. You can fuck me in any hole you want,
daddy. ." He then moved close behind her until he could
feel her body against his. He grabbed at her breasts from
behind and massaged them until she started breathing deeply
in arousal again. Then he pinched her nipples hard
producing a squeak from her.
"Time for me to give you what you've been asking for,
sweet Alex. Do you know what that is?"
"Are you going to fuck me, daddy?"
"Yes I am. Normally I don't like to spoil you, but
you've been such a good and sexy little bitch, Alex, that
I'm going to jam myself into that cute little hole of
yours. Now what do we say when somebody does something
nice for us?"
"Thank you, daddy."
"That's my little girl." Joe then took his cock, and
aimed it at her cunt. He had to force himself in more than
usual, because of her young body. Once inside, he was
surrounded with snug sixteen-year-old pussy. Bracing
against the wall in front of her, she pushed back at him,
and he slid down her cunt. He had gotten use to well used
whores, and older women, but there was nothing like the
sweet feel of fresh flesh on his dick. He had almost
forgotten how good it was until now, with his dick deep in
his foster daughter.
Alex started to cry out in pleasure as she tried
futilely to stay in position for him. Her one hundred and
five pound sixteen year old body was now connected to over
two hundred pounds of a well-muscled thirty seven year old
man. With one hand held her waist stationary, and with the
other he reached for the stereo remote turning it up to
drown their noise with hard pounding volume. She was now
being shoved closer and closer to the wall with each thrust
so that it looked like the bear was eating out her breasts.
She was now sandwiched between the large teddy bear in
front of her, and her foster father fucking her from
behind. Joe held her tightly against his body as he
continued to thrust into her. Leaning to her ear, he
whispered to her above the music.
"You're daddy thinks you're a great fuck. What do
you think of your daddy enjoying your body more times after
this?"
Between breaths and screams she replied, "Daddy can -
aah!! - fuck me whenever he wants to. I only want to -
aah! - oh! - make daddy happy. I don't want to make -aah!
- daddy mad."
"Is this the best sex little Alex has ever had?"
"Fuck yeah! I mean... nobody fucks me - oh! - like
daddy does."
"Jesus, bitch, you're fucking hot. Daddy's going to
enjoy your body a whole lot. Alex is going to be daddy's
personal little whore," Joe said as he started losing
control and began thrusting faster into Alex's bottom.
Alex's face was now flat again the wall, mouth wide open,
panting like a dog. With both of his hands he held her
hips as he drove into her faster. It was like the motion
of the tides as his heavy body shot up her vagina, and then
pulled out of her with a little less speed only to pound
back between her legs again. Simultaneously her cheeks
would slap and giggle on impact and she would wail in
pleasure.
Just then there was a knock at the door, and a voice.
"Alex, can I come in?" It was Mary. Joe froze
immediately, and Alex held her breath. There was an
excruciating moment as they thought of what to do.
"Alex, did you hear me? Turn the radio down," Mary
said with Joe still half way up her cunt. Alex reached for
the remote and turned the stereo down.
"Yes, Mar - Yes, Mrs. Piller?" Alex asked.
"It's dinner time, Alex. Come on down and eat."
"Yes, maim. I have some important homework to do
first. I'll finish up soon, and be right down."
"Homework?" They heard Mary said with surprise from
behind the door. "Well, of course. Don't hurry just for
dinner. Take your time and do a good job, dear."
"Yes, Mrs. Piller, I will." Alex said and then they
heard footsteps walk away and then down the stairs. They
both gave a sigh of relief. Alex then turned around to her
foster father.
"Would daddy like to finish boning his little girl?"
she asked. "I still want to make daddy happy." Joe smiled
and continued driving his penis into her. She then turned
the volume back up.
"That's a good girl," Joe said petting the back of
her blond head. It did not take long for Joe to return to
his previous aroused state. Slapping into her behind, and
driving her into the arms of the teddy bear, Joe soon came
into her with a stream of semen. She screamed one last
time as he took a few final thrusts to get every drop of
cum into her hole. Pulling out she fell down into the bed
in exhaustion, and he sat back at the foot of the bed and
caught his breath. After a few moments he looked at her
and she looked back panting a little less hard.
"Come and lick your dad clean, Alex." Alex obeyed
and crawled over to place her head into his lap. With her
metal studded tongue she began to gently lick him clean.
"I think you've just become my favorite little girl,
Alex. What do you think of that?"
She looked up from sucking his semi-limp cock. Some
creamy juice was dribbling around her full little lips.
"Thank you, daddy."
THE END
Hey,
Thanks for reading my story. As usual, any feedback whether positive or
negative would be greatly welcome by e-mailing me back at this address. I'm
also trying to take a pole as to what people might want to read next. I
have some other ideas for further adventures with Alex and her foster
father, and if there's enough interest I'll be definitely motivated to write
it. Here are the ideas:
1. Joe shows off his daughter to a few business friends.
2. Alex gets in trouble with a teacher at school.
Or if you have other ideas, send them. If you liked the story, tell me and
get me off my butt to write another one, otherwise I'll leave Joe to enjoy
his foster daughter in private. ;)
Peace.
- Pan
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