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Subject: {ASSM} Cassie Hole Pt 2
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Date: Tue,  1 Feb 2005 07:10:04 -0500
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Cassie Hole Pt 2

Cassie and Michael walked into the mall, and she tugged him into
a shop called Rave, a hip store that catered to young girls,
rather something more than that, a store that specialized in
fashion that was on the edge of MTV and the more subtler side of
porn, some of the sunglasses and types of clothing actually had
sponsors like Metro or Anabolic or Vivid Films which he
recognized as porn distributors.  They went in and Cassie
immediately squeezed hard on his hand as she saw the tiny
minuscule clothing that was hung on rack after rack of thin sheer
small tops, skirts and wisps of panties that were sizes from
extra small to tiny tight as the tags read.  Cassie let go of his
hand and started looking through the assortment, pulling a half
dozen picks as she whirled through the store.  Michael grinned as
he watched her pull down some delicate thin tops and some teeny
small silk skirts, a jumble of thongs, all lace and mesh and
barely more than strips of dangling cloth and Lycra.   He moved
towards the back of the store where they had a small assembled
collection of shoes and accessories.  Cassie sat down and put her
armful of clothes on the chair next to her.  She grabbed a shoe
that was up on a pedestal, a plexiglas upper and a thin 4 inch
heel that raised Cassie's ass and thrust her nubile tits out as
she stood, holding the chair arm to twist her ankle around,
seeing what it looked like on her foot, how it added to her
height and the muscle of her athletic legs.  Her calve flexed and
moved fluidly as she turned slightly, her tight thighs rubbing
together as she leaned sideways.  She asked Michael, "Like these
Daddy, look how good they fit," she smirked at him, "think of how
good they will look as you hold my ankles up and make me all
wet?"  She spoke just so loud so that only they could hear but
Michael heard it like she was screaming it out across the store.


	"Cassie, please try and be...cool."  He did think about the fact
that he would love to spread his daughters legs wide while she
wore the CFM heels and either tongued her out, fingered her up or
shoved his thick hard cock in her fuck hole, it was all he could
think of after last night. 

Cassie stepped out of the shoe and grabbed another pair, a nasty
high pair of suede pink mules that actually lifted her 3 inches
in heel.  "Wait here Daddy; stay right here until I get back." 
She leaned in and groped his cock in his trousers as she kissed
him slightly on the lips.  "Don't waste any Daddy; I am going to
want it when we get home."  Cassie then went back into the
changing rooms and disappeared for ten, fifteen minutes.  

As he stayed in the back, he eyed some of the garments he saw
hanging near the area, he pulled a couple out, one a small pair
of fibrous short shorts, a well sewn gusset in the cunt area and
spreading up towards the ass, but the rest was clearly designed
to show everything.  As he held them he realized that with a
small snip, the gusset would come out and he took down a pair of
tiny tight and put them aside.  He moved to the next rack and saw
a gold lame top that was simply a criss-cross of golden threads
that were well separated, obviously meant to be worn with a bra,
and a small drape of material that was meant to be matching
panties but they had even wider spacing, then down into a furled
thickness as they came into the crotch area.   He added them to
his pile and saw a assortment of waist chains, fine thin gold and
tied and bowed near where they hung near the shallow area of the
stomach and hung down; the ends capped with small clamps.  As he
rummaged through the other racks, a voice startled him, "Mr.
Jennings? Is that you?"  It was a girl, a teen that he had worked
with at a school function that he had volunteered for, but that
was two years ago and she had changed, matured.  

"Oh Avery, it's you, I barely recognized you. " Michael let his
gaze roam over her as she stood there, her sculpted feet wedged
up into 4 inch heels, her legs rising high as her hem barely
covered her taut thighs and slithered up a woolen patterned
skirt, flared out in pleats and her small top tied up in a bow
beneath her firm tits, making them bulge out between the
unbuttoned cleavage of the blouse.  Her lips were cherry red and
rather than seeming vulgar or painted, highlighted the milky
white smoothness of her cheek bones and red hair.  Freckles
spread lightly down from her eyes and washed over her haughty
face.  She leaned up towards him, as she spoke, so that the
creamy full expanse of her tits were clearly on display.  

"I thought I saw you coming in." She smiled adoringly up into his
eyes.  She was definitely grown up, she was just a year ahead of
Cassie but she had fully developed into a incredibly shapely
intensely hot young woman and as she stood there he could see a
fever in her eyes and breathless tone of her voice.  "Are you
here getting something for your wife?" She averted her eyes
slightly and looked across his face and then put her hands behind
her ass and swayed left and right, so that her tits loomed in
front of him, his eyes following the gorgeous bounce of her
nipples as she tossed her hair.  He looked at the small
collection, knowing that the size tiny tight would likely be a
give away but faltering and then speaking up, "Well you know that
it's actually Cassie's mom that mentioned this store, she hinted
I guess and Cassie, well..."  He trailed off and looked at
Avery's red coated lips and now more than imagined those sweet
warm moist wet lips parting and kissing his mouth and over his
cheeks and along his neck and further down, biting slightly his
nipples and dragging down to lick his stomach and unzipping him
as he felt her gorgeous young jugs and teasing her as she
devoured his growing cock shaft on her tongue.  

Avery startled him back.  "I was down here looking for a summer
job, Daddy says that he wants me to learn what it's like having a
job.  I have been trying to get applications and stuff and some
of the managers actually said that they wanted for me to come
back around five of closing and have me talk to them."

"Well I guess that, maybe they, eh want to see how you work out."
 In his mind, he'd love to see how her tight ripe cunt hole may
pulse around his load monster as he was fucking her twat.  Job
they were interested in was a blow job, and he could see why. 
"Dressed like that you definitely have a "leg up", as they say."


"Leg up?" Avery lifted her leg up and tilted her heel on a shoe
step that was near the racks, her skirt settling away and open
showing the tiny V of her puny panties and the top of her thighs
parting. Avery smoothed her palm over her smooth muscled calf
letting him look hard at her pussy separating across her
stretched thin panties. 

Avery perked up and said, "Oh so you are cool with these clothes,
my Dad would get so mad if he thought that I wore these outfits
out, well he kids me about me going out and maybe getting too
much attention, do you think that's what they do?" She turned her
back and leaned achingly wheeled her heel around looking back as
she arched her back to him and her skirt edged up showing the
swell of her ass cheeks below the hem.  "Think I show too much
Mr. Roberts?"  She arched as deep and far as she could so the
skirt came up, her thin lace panties clearly out lining the
bunched moistness of her cunt lips beneath the sheer pouch of her
stretched panties.  Her pussy nearly pulsed as he saw her
yearning to push her ass out to him, make him see her offered
cunt lips and knew that he was dying to feel her up, feel her
ripe offered cunt that she wanted him to take.  She had fingered
to him ever since the school charity fair two years ago, had
secretly wished she was the charity gift that was auctioned up
and that he had been the bidder, she would absolutely love to be
sold to Mr. Roberts, she had no qualms about being his date, his
thing, as she put it, for however he wanted to have her.  Lately
the thought of being bought and paid for had become something of
a exciting wetness for her.  "He doesn't like me even to wear
them around the house put I take them and sometimes wear them
here at the mall.  I mean I am almost fourteen, right?"  She put
her hands on her hips, back arched looking back at him, pulling
her short hem up higher, and smiled. "I am almost a woman; I can
do what I want right?"   

Michael swallowed and murmured a soft yes.  When she kneaded her
eyelashes at him, he spoke up.  "Yes, yes, of course."  She
baldly grinned and smoothed her hand from her hip to her stomach
and eased it along her panty crotch and felt along her moist slit
as he watched.   Then she squeezed her cunt open and closed under
her gossamer lace thong and winked at him as he watched.  Finally
she let her skirt drop and she turned and ran her hand along a
hanging selection of linen mini skirts that hung next to her.  

"Well, I guess I'll ah see...you later, it is good to see you Mr.
Roberts," she ran a long finger along her lips and pretended to
smooth her lip gloss as she looked at his groin as his lumped
cock filled his trousers, half-thick.  She started to turn then
swayed back.  "Oh I almost forgot, I actually was wondering that
maybe you knew some one that I could work with, you know, maybe
an office thing, work filing papers or getting coffee for people,
I can answer phones, I can do real good phone, I mean I always am
on the cell and all everyone thinks I speak OK and can be so
cool."  She again looked at his lumbering throb that had started
in his pants and then again leaned in, slightly adjusting her
gorgeous tits in her skimpy top as he watched.  

Michael nodded and reached in and handed her his card. 
"Tomorrow, call me and I'll have my driver bring you to corporate
and we'll, ummmm, talk.  OK?"  She gushed and kissed him on the
cheek and drilled her erect nipples into his chest as he stood
there throbbing.  It took all his will power to stop from
gripping her ass and start to power fuck Avery but he knew, he
knew that after Cassie, she might be the perfect pass around
pouch he had been searching for, after all, he thought, there was
more than free lunches to lure new clients, clients and their
money.  

Avery turned and tittered so exquisitely on her high heels he
almost wanted to open up and jack off in her wake.  

Ten minutes later Cassie yelled out to him and Michael made his
way back towards the clutter of the changing rooms.  He looked
back and scanned the store but most of the staff was up front and
he went back through.  He saw the door open and the mirror at the
end of the small hall, showed her stepping out.

"How to you like it Daddy?"  She stepped out and when Michael saw
what she was wearing he immediately drew her in his arms and
leaned down kissing her full on the lips and ran his hands under
her apple ass cheeks and stretched them open as he lifted her
towards the thick girth of his cock in his pants.  He began to
rub against her little candy wrapped body and used her body as a
sheath to jack off with.  As he rubbed her against his rod he
became aware that a roving camera had started to whirr quarter
way towards them and he stopped and let her down and then
released her.  "Cassie, hurry, hurry and take these things up, we
need to get to the car."  She smoothed her hand against his hard
cock and jacked it up and down quickly, measuring it and then
turned and raced back and packed up her purchases in a bag and
brought them out.  Michael took the collection he had amassed and
gave them to a uninterested harried clerk at the register, and
put down his credit card.  Pretending to speak into his cell
phone, he watched Cassie approach and put down a slew of more
"outfits" and heels and the clerk started ringing the sale up. 
Finally the credit slip was put out and he scribbled his name
over it and watched as Cassie scooped the whole bundle in her
arms and strode out as he collected his card and still acting
like he was speaking into his cell, he spoke over her shoulder. 
"Cassie, you know what to do don't you baby?"  Cassie only batted
her long lashes back and passed out the mall doors and ran
towards the car and waited as he got in and sat in the seat.

She spread her legs open wide as he started the car and pulled
out.  As they pulled into the middle lane of the freeway, she
allowed HIM to part her cunt, held her lips open for HIM, and saw
her juices leak onto his knuckles as he diddled her offered pussy
and pushed down as he enjoyed himself, looking, driving, looking,
and driving. She wanted to hump and cum but as she neared her
cum, HE licked HIS slick fingers and turned onto the off ramp and
roared towards the estate and laid back, letting her bald fuck
hole be fully available for HIM to enjoy as HE drove into their
parking stall under the estate and she let HIM tongue her mouth
as he got her clit angry and pulsing hot with his rubbing again
and as he broke the kiss she dashed out with the store bag,
storming into the master den and into HIS master bathroom, ready
to prepare herself for HIM.   

Cassie lovingly eased her legs into the tight pants, a pair of
white fishnet bell bottoms that  had a pair of pockets over her
tight small ass cheeks but that spread wide and parted the
fishnet crisscrossed material so that her cunt lips easily showed
and swelled open her fuck lips under them so that her ripe pink
plainly peeked bold through the front of her crotch for HIM, a
teasing cross stitch edging through her pussy lips and bulging
her bald slot outwards, her feet wedged into three inch white
mules, her top, gold pebbled strings hanging from a wrapped
choker so that they shook and excited her tiny nipples and let
them be barely hidden behind the small petals of whispering
clinking of the metal.  She perfumed her face and glossed her
mouth, knowing that his COCK girth would uncouthly fuck her lips
and throat. She moisturized her thighs, tits and tummy so that
they shone and appealed to HIS lustful looks.  Lastly she draped
a pair of long golden earrings on and draped them over her bare
shoulders.  Dripping from the constant itch of her twat she drew
in her breath.  Finally, she turned and heard her heels click
towards the door.

There HE was.  He sat against his broad desk, his arms held back,
holding the edge, his boxers on, the huge lump of cock meat, of
HIS cock meat, jutting up just below the material and she stepped
out and stood allowing HIM, DADDY, to see her as she regarded
herself; HIS play fuck toy, his woman/girl/whore ready for HIS
perversions and prick aroused fantasy and filthy needs.  She knew
that HE adored how she looked and presented herself to HIM.  Her
nipples were hard and tight as she felt HIM wrap HIS fingers over
and between them and tug her forward to HIM.  She felt a thrill
race into her as HE did it, her nipples raw and aching and she
gladly let HIM yank her near HIM.  She was already creaming up
and leaking.  

"I like this Cassie, I like this very much."  He tweaked her
hardened tits around and she felt first the pain, then the sodden
pleasure that flooded her body as HE started to use her, getting
a shuttering rush within as HE was warming to begin their
"ritual" of need and submission, her heart pulsing up as HE
looked at her, seeing her as HIS piece of cunt hole, HIS willing
cum vessel, HIS weak daughter hole that yearned to be his fashion
fuck, HIS groveling glory gape of flesh that ached to be taunted,
teased and treated as HIS personal slut load.  She knew that HE
had her for that very reason and that was her complete plea to
become HIS, she so wanted to be HIS need and possession. 

"You liked this didn't you?"  Michael looked down at her as he
spread apart the curtain of her golden top, squeezing her nipples
in his fingers and twisting them around, seeing the impassioned
look of desire on her young face.  "Ummmm?"   She could barely
make a sound as she relished her fathers fingers mauling her tits
as HE wanted.  She arched her back so that he could pull her tits
out further and harder in his tense manipulation.  

"Do it, yes..." That was all she could get out.  She began to get
weak in the knees as HE twisted her harder in his thumbs and
forefingers.  He skin rippled in goose bumps. 

"Look at me."  She turned her face up and looked at him in a wide
eyed stare of rapture, her glossy lips parted and her proffered
tits fully enthralled at HIM.  "Tease me out Cassie."  He drew
her body down further as he pulled her erect nipples down so that
her mouth hovered over his half hidden cock shaft, peeking out
the flap of his boxers.  Cassie immediately leaned in and mouthed
and jawed at the opening, smelling him and licking at the
curvature of his rod as it pulsed in the gaping opening. 
"Smell's good doesn't it?  You like being a cock whore don't
you?"  She nodded excitingly.  "Being Daddy's cock sucker?"  She
again nodded and tried to feed his cock shaft out.  "Get it baby,
mouth it out, you want to don't you?"  She muttered as she fought
and finally teased his rock hard fuck rod out and freed it,
immediately licking and spitting a sheen over Michael's meat, her
pain shooting across her tits and nipples as she quavered in his
grip and HIS fuck tool free for her to worship.  "Good baby, use
your hands and yank my boxers off, get Daddy unwrapped for your
greedy sluttiness."  Cassie ripped HIS boxers off his legs as
hard and fast as she could; barely leaving HIS turgid cock load
as she began to slurp onto HIM with her parted mouth.  Michael
let go of her tits and she moaned as the pressure eased off and
she worked HIM in her mouth faster, thinking maybe she had
displeased HIM in some way.  She slurped messily at HIM, her
saliva working up and spilling along HIS cock and balls and
draining off down her chin.

She wanted HIM to fuck her, last night was good but now that she
knew that HE was her life, she wanted HIS load and blast of jizz
in her cunt, she knew that was what this had been leading to, HE
had to fuck her and use her like the cock snatch that she was. 
DADDY had been training her to be HIS all this time, HE was made
to fuck her as she was made to allow HIM to fuck her and use her
however HE felt HE wanted, that was what she knew and more than
that, HE knew.  She milked his girth of cock meat and stuffed HIM
in her throat and jawed her mouth wide so that every stroke sunk
deeper in her gullet and choked and allowed her to gag up more
spit goop on his steeled fuck wand.   


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