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Subject: {ASSM} RP Call Me Daddy 1{Pan} (f-solo, Mf, reluc)
Date: Fri, 11 May 2001 05:10:04 -0400
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Call Me Daddy, part 1

(f-solo, Mf, reluc)

by Pan (c) 2000

9/2000

Revised 5/2001

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 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 surprise, 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 bra that matched her red panties.

"That's my good little girl.  Now take your bra off,
sugar."  She nodded again reaching behind her back.
Soon she slipped her bra off, and revealed 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 you 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 up 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
everyday?"

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.  You're 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

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