Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
I would like to ask for you to indulge me here for a few minutes.
I have never spent a lot of time writing huge prefaces before, because I don't believe that anyone is here for a monolog from me. In this case thought, I think it may be necessary. I have read some responses to the first two chapters of this and another series (breaking barriers) that is similar to this one which lead me to believe that some people are not getting the premise. I'd like to spend a little bit of time explaining where these two stories were born so that those people have a better chance of understanding where these stories are coming from.
The two stories I'm referring to are based on two incidents that happened to me.
Back in May I picked up a second job mostly because I had too much time on my hands and I was born, but also because the extra money was nice.
I was working the counter of a convenience store at night which turned out to be kind of fun. A lot of interesting people come through and, being a people oriented person, I was enjoying the work.
One of the greatest things about the job was that, from time to time, a gorgeous woman would come in and sometimes they would be dressed to party which is always a treat.
Now let me say this. I, like every other guy on the planet, enjoy looking at a hot chick, especially if she is dressed in skimpy clothing, offering more for the eye to see. This first incident is about one such girl.
I was working on a Friday night, which is often a great night as far as seeing hot women is concerned. It was relatively slow for a Friday night, when in walks a gorgeous brunette wearing the shortest pair of tight cotton shorts that I have ever seen. My jaw damned near hit the floor as she passed by the counter, because at least the bottom two inches of her ass cheeks were hanging out. As if that weren't enough for her, she had also rolled the top portion of the shorts down so that the top of her ass crack was exposed and the top of the shorts was about an inch below the protrusion of her hip bone, showing off the beginning of the valley that leads to the prize that most men are chasing.
She grabbed a six pack from the cooler and headed back up.
As she walked back up I got a good look at her front end and my awe was even further expanded. She wore a plain white t-shirt cut, with a pair of scissors, as low as she could cut it without being arrested, and of course she was not wearing a bra. I was absolutely awe friggin dumb struck.
Now most women, especially the gorgeous ones, that come into the store are pretty much the same. What I mean by that is that they are more than happy to “dress for show,” but they really only want to show guys that are their age, and guys that they think are hot. Everyone else can bite it. It's almost like they don't mind dressing slutty, but they expect only the guys they are willing to lay down for to look, and that everyone else should keep their eyes to themselves.
I personally think that's bullshit.
I am a middle aged man, and not a bad looking one, and I don't expect girls like that to fawn over me, but if you are a good looking woman, and you want to dress like a slut... Fine... But don't get offended when I look. That's what most girls do anyway. They give you dirty looks when they catch you checking them out. This girl wasn't one of those though.
She walked up to the counter, and I tried not to overtly stare, but her nipples were as hard as pebbles and flagging my eyes. I'm not saying I out and out stared at them, but there were a few occasions where I overtly looked at them...
She smiled at me every time I did. And I swear to God she truly made me feel like if I asked her to fuck that she would have gladly said yes.
Now it's possible that she was a stripper at some exclusive men's club somewhere and that she was so used to that type of attention that she was just plain used to it. Maybe even liked it. I didn't get that impression from her though. Other than smiling at me every time my eyes were drawn to her chest she just didn't come off to me as a stripper during the time that we talked, and she stood there and talked to me for almost ten minutes before the next customer came in and she decided to leave.
It was hot...
The second incident, which I briefly described at the beginning of Breaking Barriers, happened at my first job.
I was working as a Department manager at a grocery store, and I was checking inventory when it happened.
There was a mother with her three children that walked by me. The mother, while not dressed in the most modern fashion, was still dressed well. It looked to me like she could be a nurse or a teacher. Something like that. On each side of her were her two daughters.
The older of the two looked to me to be about thirteen or so. While this girl was not dressed nearly as slutty as the girl described earlier from the convenience store, she was dressed very slutty, especially for her age. She too was wearing shorts, and they were too short. She was wearing a tight v neck t shirt that displayed plenty of cleavage.
The younger of the two daughters was a tom boy type. She was very pretty for her age. I would say about ten or so, but definitely dressed like a boy. She actually struck me as tough, but at the same time, even though she was dressed like a boy, that she had a very feminine quality about her. The contrast struck me, and stuck with me.
The the third child was a boy. He looked to be the oldest of all of them and he was walking directly behind the older daughter, and staring at her ass. There was no doubt in my mind that his focus was entirely and completely on her ass.
I let them walk by me, and I followed behind them at a distance. After watching them for a little while to see if there was anything else that I could learn about the dynamics going on there. (I was very curious about them) I realized that the older girl was very aware of the way that her brother was looking at her. She intentionally, on several occasions, teased him by shaking her booty as she walked, and almost posed for him a couple of times as their mom stopped to do their shopping around the store.
I saw what I needed to see and went back to work, but I couldn't stop thinking about the dynamics going on in that family.
First of all The oldest girl.
To me it is one thing for an adult woman to dress slutty. It's her choice. Let her have it. She can wear what she wants and nobody can really complain about it. That's not the case with a younger girl though. At least that's the way that it usually goes anyway.
I couldn't help but to be a little turned on by both incidents. The girl from the convenience store because this girl not only dressed like a slut, but actually made me believe that she was one, and she was a flat out ten... Plain and simple.
The younger girl situation was hot, not because I enjoyed looking at her. She was cute, and had a nice body, but she was young... She was only about thirteen or so. What was hot about it was that she hadn't snuck out and changed her clothes behind her mom's back... She was dressed that way right in front of her mom. To top it off her son, and I was sure that it was her son, because they all looked the same. The family resemblance was undeniable, was openly staring at his sister, and she knew it.
On top of that I believe that I find it difficult to believe that the mother could be totally oblivious to the way that her son was looking at her daughter. I highly doubt that she could be that blind.
All in all I found the situation hot because she was letting her daughter dress like a slut and act like a slut for her son right in front of her.
So I went home that night and I began to write Breaking Barriers. It came out in a flurry and I posted it as soon as I finished eached segment. I didn't even bother editing it. (which I regret by the way) I didn't really take the story seriously... I just figured it was a story and other people might like it.
The premise of both of these series is what if...
What if a parent not only allowed their daughter to dress like a slut, but was actually perfectly fine with allowing their daughter to be a slut, because let's face it folks... Just like the old saying--if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck.... (you know the rest)
Well now you know the premise...
One last side note. I never actually finished the Breaking Barriers series for two reasons. First I let it get too big and it would have taken me approximately 5000 pages (no exageration) to complete if I wanted to do each character justice. The second reason is that people didn't seem to be getting the premise. I was being asked over and over not to slut out the daughters, which is the very premise of the story. I gave it up.
I have taken the same premise on again but with, in my opinion, a much better story line.
There have been several times that I have gotten so engrossed in a story that I completely lose myself while I write it and I am able to leave everything out there, and to tell the complete truth (fictionally speaking of course). This, for me anyways, was one of those times.
This Chapter was originally supposed to come in one piece, but unfortunately it is turning out to be way too massive for that so I have broken it up into to.
I dedicate this Chapter specifically to my preferred reader. While it is mainly the second half that will truly be to her taste the entire chapter goes to her.
She has helped me and inspired me immensely to improve my writing and without her this story and the others would not exist.
As I have said before this story is about sex with minors. Not only that but the story line is getting more intense and the plot is beginning to thicken so if you do not enjoy stories that include sex with minors than you should not waste your time reading this one.
Things got a little busy so I didn't get a chance to redeem my voucher with shy right away.
Shy brought it up to me a few times when we had a moment alone. It surprised me a little to find out that she was actually excited about it. If she hadn't shown such an interest I probably would have just let it go. I had to admit to myself that there was a big difference between dressing Shareah up in a slutty outfit and showing her off and doing it with my daughter.
The thought if going through with it never left me though. from time to time the thought would pop into my head. I would be sitting at my desk going over paperwork, or see a woman showing off a little more skin than she probably should, and the image of Shy in her short skirt would pop into my head.
It was the little red head that convinced me though.
Shareah called me on a Monday just as I was leaving the office and asked me to stop for milk. I stopped at the grocery store to pick some up. When I got back to the dairy section there was a father and a daughter shopping together.
The girl wasn't much older than shy, maybe a year or so more. She was wearing a pleated jean skirt that was way too short and offered up her slender legs on a platter. She was an early developer and her ample breasts were on full display held up nicely by a push up bra. She clung to her dads side like a magnet stuck to a refrigerator.
Until she saw me that is. I was just getting ready to bend down to grab a gallon, my eyes never leaving the girl, when she broke her attachment to her father. She had noticed me gawking, smiled and then walked over and pretended interest in a candy display.
She got this conniving look on her face and knocked it over spilling the candy to the floor.
"Oops," she said.
Her dad ordered her to pick it up but continued picking up his list. I didn't though. I went over and helped. The girl didn't kneel. She bent at the waist and offered me a good view, even as I knelt beside her. She was wearing a thong and I could see her full and round ass in its entirety as she bent.
It wasn't lost on me that her father would allow her to dress so provocatively at such a young age, nor the fact that he didn't remain at her side despite the fact that a stranger was in such close proximity to his vulnerable daughter. He didn't even remain within eyesight. He continued his shopping and rounded the corner.
I couldn't resist the temptation. If her dad thought she was safe just because we were in a grocery store I thought it was my job to prove him wrong. I took a quick look around, saw that nobody else was in view and reached up and cupped her sweet ass.
It took her by surprise and she jerked a little. she looked around, saw that the coast was indeed clear, and remained still. I didn't want to tarry in that position too long so I got to the point. I slid my finger down along the string of her thong and slid two fingers into her moist pussy. I wasn't at all surprised that my fingers discovered no hymen and I surmised that her father was also her lover. It was just a guess but at twelve or thirteen I doubted that I was wrong.
I pulled my fingers out of her and brought then to my mouth. she watched intently as I first sniffed them and then sucked them clean, arousing a giggle from her.
"Thank you," she said and walked away, leaving me with the rest of the mess which I didn't mind cleaning up.
My decision was made though.
I walked back out of the grocery store with a boner in my pants and my head in the clouds like a teenaged boy that had just finished leafing through his dad's porn stash. That young girl dressed and acted like a thirteen year old stripper applying for job, her dad was right there, and a-okay with that.
Maybe I had watched too much porn growing up, but that was hot, and a part of me wanted to do the same thing with Shy. The idea of knowing that Shy was giving another guy a hard on for some reason was developing some appeal to me. I wanted to try it.
I set a plan in motion to take Shy out on a Saturday for a date with daddy.
I stopped the next day and bought another outfit for Shy. I wanted to pick something that was more believable. Something that said “Yes I am still a little girl,” but that showed off enough skin to say, “but no... I'm not so innocent.”
I ended up picking an outfit similar to the one that the little red head was wearing. It was a pleated jean skirt that I thought would come down about two inches below Shy's panty line. I picked a thin white cotton shirt that was trimmed with lace and had a low cut v-shaped neck line. On my way out I saw a display of shoes that had a life-sized cardboard cutout of a girl about Shy's age. The girl in the cut out was wearing a pink satin dress, but that wasn't what caught my eye.
It was her shoes that did that.
They weren't just shoes exactly. They were pink high heeled shoes that had pink ribbons attached to them, and the ribbons were wrapped around her legs all the way up until they disappeared under her dress. I couldn't tell exactly where the ribbons ended on her leg, but I loved the way they looked.
There were different colored pairs of the same shoe. I picked up a pair of white ones in Shy's size and headed for the check out.
In order to dispel any disagreements or arouse any unnecessary suspicion I had Shareah take out the other two kids on a Saturday under the pretense that Shy and I were going to have a daddy daughter day, and that all of the kids would end up getting individual time on another day. I didn't want more jealousies developing with Cherish about Shy getting another new outfit, and this way she would never see it. All I had to do was bring a change of clothes for Shy with me, and she could change before we got back home.
Once the rest of the family left I brought shy's outfit to her. She was giddy with excitement as she held it up against her.
“Wow daddy I love it,” she said spinning around with it pinned to her chest and hips. “It makes me feel so much older already.”
I handed her the shoe box and she set it on the bed and opened it. She squealed with delight and jumped into my arms and kissed me on the cheek.
“Thanks daddy. I've been wanting a pair of these soooo bad.”
I went to leave her to change, but I stopped at the door, and turned back to her.
“No bra or panties though.”
She looked at me like I was crazy at first, her brow crinkled, as if I had just told her that legs were on fire or something. It took her a few seconds to process my request, but then she got that sly grin on her face.
“Okay. If that's what you want.”
I went to the living room, sat down, and waited.
Shy came out about fifteen minutes later. She was gorgeous.
The outfit fit her perfectly. The skirt was short enough that my question at the store was answered. The white ribbons came up from the backs of each shoe and snaked their way around her legs, like glowing clouds in an evening sky. They went most of the way up her leg and were tied with bows on the outside of each thigh.
She spun this way and that letting me get a good look at her. Her face beamed and her smile consumed her face. I hadn't seen her that happy in a long time. To me it looked like she was finally finding herself for some reason.
I grabbed the bag that had her change of clothes in it, and we headed out for the car. The southern Florida sun was out and shining brightly. It was unusually warm, especially for January, and felt good on the back of my neck. We got in and headed on our way.
The places I was taking Shy were an hour away. I didn't want to take any chances of being seen by people I knew even though Shy's outfit wasn't that over the top. I still wanted some privacy and if anyone we knew saw us we wouldn't get that. We would be stuck entertaining a friend.
Neither one of us talked at first. We just both sat and swam in our own thoughts.
Our date was going to consist of two parts. Shy had asked me to take her to see the new Twilight movie and so I decided to take her to see that. That was for her. It would give us time to spend together, and to be father and daughter.
For the second part of my date I was going to take her to a restaurant to eat. I chose La Quintos—a Mexican restaurant in the city. I chose it for a very special reason.
Shareah and I had eaten there before. La Quintos was a bar type restaurant that we heard served some of the greatest Mexican cuisine around. The place was pretty much packed when we got there. The only seating that was available was at these high tables with bar stools. We took our seats, and waited for the waitress. It was one of those rare occasions when Shareah wore a skirt. Not nearly as short as the one Shy was wearing on our date, but shorter than she normally wore. I have always been a fan of short skirts, and I picked it out, bearing in mind her hatred for them, but she reluctantly agreed to wear it to make me happy. She instantly regretted the decision though.
“Oh my god,” she said as we waited for our order to be taken. “I feel like people could look right up my skirt.”
I glanced over to see what she was talking about. The seats were to high to allow her to cross her legs, and the foot rests were positioned in a way that her knees weren't able to close completely and be comfortable. As it was she was sitting there with almost a one foot gap in between her legs. It was very unlady like. She was right.
She was in a real dilemma because she had this thing about being faced toward the door whenever we ate at a restaurant. It was an unflappable quirk that she had, and in all of the years that we had been together she would never once compromise on it. Her dilemma was further complicated because our seats were directly opposed to the booths and without turning around I knew that anyone sitting there would indeed have a pretty good view between my wife's legs.
The interesting thing was. I liked that idea. It was the first time that fact ever hit me.
Shareah solved the problem, to my disappointment, by folding her napkin over her lap, and eliminating that opportunity.
I knew that my plan had definite flaws in it. That we might get there and be seated at a booth. I would of course request the seat I wanted if it was available, but there was the chance that there wouldn't be. The other thing that could always get in the way was that there was always a chance that a group of old ladies would be sitting at the booth across from those seats. I promised myself that I would try not to be too disappointed if that happened, but I knew my heart was set on letting someone see her pussy. I had my mind made up and I wanted to go through with it. I needed to see if it would have the effect on me that I thought it would.
I was brought back to reality about ten minutes into our drive. Shy shifted in her seat a little and it caught my attention. I glanced over and saw that she was sitting there with her legs spread abnormally wide. She was trying to get my attention. And she was succeeding.
I looked over and she looked back and smiled. My eyes traced down her body. Her tiny nipples were stiff and pointing straight out and I could see their shape and color pretty clearly through the white cotton. I noticed for the first time that her breasts were starting to develop. The flesh was in the beginning of forming little mounds there. I was taken by how flat and tight her stomach was and I was glad that I picked a shirt that was tight and form fitting because the ripples in her stomach also showed through. My eyes finally reached the real prize though. The skirt was short enough that, with her legs spread as wide as they were, I had a clear view of her clitoris sandwich. It made me hungry.
Her pussy lips were thin like a folded bottle cap and her clitoris stuck out like a hitch-hiker thumbing his way to happy-ville. I reached down and started to caress her leg. She smiled at me again, and leaned her seat back, turned a little towards me, and spread her legs even more, which let me know for sure that she wanted the attention that I was about to give her.
There was a definite draw back to the ribbons. I felt myself craving the feel of her smooth dark skin against my hand, but with the ribbons there it was interrupted like a turn pike filled with potholes. The ribbons looked as inviting as a present under the tree, but not so great when it came to getting to know how wonderfully smooth her legs felt, and it forced me to go higher faster than I really wanted to.
It didn't seem to bother shy. As soon as my hand barely touched her pussy she sighed deeply.
“Oh god daddy that feels so good,” she moaned.
I went a little higher up and used my middle finger to stimulate her clit, working it back and forth, and then around it.
“I can't believe you are finally actually doing this to me daddy... I've waited sooo long,” she said and then added. “That's it daddy, right there... Play with my pussy.”
It was a little weird hearing Shy talk like that. I am not naïve when it comes to my kids, and I know that they use adult language when we aren't around. I loved hearing it come from her mouth though. Hearing her talk like a dirty little slut was music to my ears. Shareah often talked like that. She was very vocal in the bedroom, and it was one of the things I loved about her.
I worked my finger down, and dipped it into her opening, using her wetness there for lubrication, and then brought it back to her slit. She twitched when I touched her there and inhaled deeply again. I worked my finger around her clit again, while I did my best not to wreck the car.
“I want you to do that again... Please daddy!” She begged.
“Do what?” I asked. I wanted to hear her beg some more. My cock was beginning to ache and twitch and I wanted to stoke the fire even more.
“Put it in me.”
I slid my finger down almost all the way to her opening, but I didn't go in. I tarried there, put a little pressure, but then went back up again.
She moaned with anticipation and her hips moved up as my finger left her wanting more.
“Please daddy... Do it?”
“Do what sweety. I want to hear you say it first.”
She hesitated for a second trying to piece together exactly what my will was.
“Fuck me with your finger daddy. Please do it.”
Shy had her eyes closed and she was so wracked with intensity that she squirmed and twisted in her seat.
I put my finger down again and let it slide in just a little, but not far enough to satisfy her.
“Oh god daddy that feels so good,” she moaned.
She turned her head and looked at me real serious like
“Your finger inside of me. It feels good when you fuck me with it.”
Then she really started to get into it.
“Can I tell you something?” She asked. I could tell that there was a little bit of worry in her voice and it was out of place. It came from nowhere.
“Sure honey,” I said.
“You won't think bad of me.... You promise?”
“I promise you honey. I could never think bad of you. You are the world to me no matter what.”
She thought about it for a few minutes. I wasn't sure what to do with my finger, because now suddenly it was like we were having a serious discussion. I didn't want to quit though. I just kept slowly sliding it in and out and to my surprise there was no hymen.
She suddenly got really wet. I could feel her juices flowing heavy like her mom's did sometime when she was really hot and horny. Whatever was going through her head was making her crazy inside.
She finally got enough courage to say it. It came out like a blurp.
“I'm a whore,” she said and stared at me waiting for my reaction.
Her words hit me like a brick, but not in a bad way.
“Say that again,” I demanded.
She continued, speaking fast, but I think she wanted me to know her secret, and was willing to risk hurting my feelings if that's what happened. Her words filled the air thick and heavy, and she spoke in one long sentence without taking a breath.
“I'm a whore daddy I've never actually done it yet but I want to so bad I think about it all of the time and I want to do it with almost every guy I see even if they are old or young or fat or bald I don't care I just want all of them inside of me.”
Then she stopped. Took a deep breath and said. “I even think about doing it with you and with Terrance,” She said that as if she were cowering underneath a table waiting for a tornado.
“Where is your hymen?” I asked her. The question sounded ridiculous to my ears. Like I was interrogating her about a lost pair of shoes.
“Mom's hair brush,” she said simply. “I just couldn't wait.”
I couldn't help but to have a bit of a difficult time processing everything that she was implying here. Shy was basically telling me that, at eleven, she was ready and willing to fuck. Not only that but she was saying that she thought about doing it with pretty much anybody, and everybody.
One of the things that had always fascinated me about porn stars is what a father might think if he were browsing the internet and happened to catch a clip featuring his daughter, and what he would do if he did. Would he watch it? Would he enjoy it? Would he tell her if he did?
I would watch it. I always knew that I would watch it if it were Shy in the clip. Curiosity wouldn't allow me to do otherwise, but I didn't know if I would enjoy watching it. Now I pretty much had that answer. My dick was throbbing and aching so bad that I could barely stand it, and it was because of Shy's admission to me. I wanted desperately to watch her do what she was telling me she wanted to do. I wanted to fuck her myself too, but the desire to watch her fuck others as well was almost as strong.
Or so I thought.
“Can I tell you something now?” I asked her.
“What?” She asked with a cringe in her voice. I think she was actually thinking I might reject her.
"You just made your daddy's day."
Shy gave me a serious and questioning look.
"Yes. You did. To me there is nothing sexier than a beautiful young girl that is honest enough with herself to say that. Most women hate that word and could never admit it. I'm actually proud of you for being able to call yourself a whore. Most women can't do that. Even if it's the truth."
"It doesn't bother you then?"
"What doesn't bother me?"
"You know.... That I think I am a whore?"
My finger was still working slowly in and out of her. I could still feel her wetness, and everytime she said the word "whore" I could feel her muscles twitch a little. I was pretty sure she liked saying it.
"You THINK you are?"
She thought about this for a second.
"No... I'm sure. I was just trying to imagine turning someone down. You know... That wanted to fuck me... I can't think of anyone I know. Not even old Mr. Simmons next door. He stares at me every time he sees me. Just stands there and stares at me. He don't even try to hide it. I'm pretty sure he wants to... I would let him if I ever had the chance. I actually want to even though he is like... I don't know... Ancient. But just so you know daddy... I want you to be the first real one."
Then she stopped again for a second and added as an after thought.
"I'm sorry daddy, but I don't think I can help it. I am a whore."
The strangest part of the conversation is that she didn't sound apologetic, even though she was saying I'm sorry, she didn't sound like she was. She sounded like she was relaying the facts. Laying it all out on the table like a family lays out the turkey and stuffing, the cranberry sauce and the potatoes on Thanksgiving day. She wanted me to know what was for dinner. It was like that.
"Shy don't ever be sorry for that. Can I tell you something else?"
"You are giving me the biggest hard on I've had since I can remember."
Shy leaned toward me a little and looked for herself. Then she reached over, looking at me for approval as she did, and gently felt it for herself. She slid her hand up and down on it. I think she even licked her lips, but I'm not sure, then she wrapped her fingers around it and gently squeezed.
"It's big. I'm pretty sure it would fit though,"
"I think your right Shy. You're a slut."
Shy looked at me in disbelief. I don't think she expected me to say that. I don't think I have ever called her a name before in her life unless it was an obvious joke. I saw her swallow.
"Are you mad?"
"Nope. I kind of like it. I told you. I actually keep imagining watching you fuck someone."
Her pussy got really wet when I said that. Her eyes got wide for a second.
"Are you serious?"
"Does that bother you?"
She shook her head no, her face flushed a little, and I felt a puddle forming on the seat around my hand. Outside the world was oblivious to the very real things that were happening in our car. We zoomed our way toward the city and toward a whole new way of thinking. The world was the same, but we were changing.
Inside the car things were really starting to heat up Shy grabbed for something to hold on to as I inserted a second finger into her. She sucked in a deep breath and began to pant as I started to finger fuck her with a lot more intensity.
"Would you like it if I watched you fuck someone like you were the star slut on a living porno?"
She looked at me. I could tell that she still wasn't sure if I was serious or not. I think a part of her was still thinking that I was just testing her. That at some point I was going to scream at her and tell her she was grounded, but that didn't stop her from telling me the truth. She was brave like that.
"You are a little whore aren't you?"
"I can't help it da'addy!" She squealed in between gushing breaths. "I want someone to fu'uck me. I want to soo'oo bad.... Call me a slut again da'addy... Please?"
"You are a slut Shy... You are a little whore!"
"Oh my God Da'aaaaddy. I want you. Shit!"
Her panting and squealing and gushing was making my dick throb harder than I thought possible. I wanted to pull the car over so bad that I could barely stand it. The only reason I didn't was because it was the middle of the day and there was an ungodly amount of traffic. There was a good chance that no one would stop. But what if they did. If it had been night I probably would have.
I'm sure I would have.
"Because your a slut aren't you?"
"Yes daddy!!! Fuck me!!! Shit," she screamed.
And then she really gushed. I could feel her squirt all over my fingers and hand. The pressure hit me like a mini hose.
That was all I could stand.
I pulled my fingers out of her, unzipped my fly and pulled myself out. Shy watched me with fascination.
"Sorry sweetie," I said as I reached for her hair, "but there is not time for a learning curve."
I grabbed a handfull of her hair and started pulling her toward me as we sped down the freeway. She didn't fight, and to my own shame, I wouldn't have cared if she did. My mind was made up and she was going to do this whether she was ready to or not. She didn't fight me though. She must have known what I wanted because she helped me pull her head down to my crotch and I was met with an open mouth. I shoved her head down hard into my lap and humped her face.
I don't know how I didn't wreck the car, but somehow I just didn't.
"Drink it all Shy. When it comes it will come out fast, but don't waste any!" I said through gritted teeth. Then I came. I blasted three ropes into her mouth and she did what she was told. When she was done she leaned back and looked at me.
"How'd I do daddy?" She asked.
"Shy... That was friggin awesome," I told her honestly. "Did you get any on your skirt? We are going to be out in public and I'm hoping you don't look like you pee'd yourself."
"Nope. She said. I know how I am so I had the back of my skirt pulled up behind me."
I laughed. "Your mom is the same way. She comes like a fire hydrant too."
Shy smiled at being compared to her mother.
"Is she a slut too? I mean I know you guys get loud and kind of freaky sometimes... But it she a slut... Like me?"
"You know Shy. Two months ago I would have said no. But now. I'm thinking yes. I think you have a lot in common with her and I'm happy to have two gorgeous whores in my life," I said with a smile.
I kept my hand on her leg for the rest of the ride to the theatre, and we chit chatted, mostly about nothing. I did find out that mine wasn't the first dick that she had ever sucked. As a matter of fact she let me know that she sat in the back of the bus and sucked someone off almost every day. I asked her how she got away with it and she told me that it was easy. She just waited until Mrs. Grabitz wasn't looking and then would get down on her knees in between the boys legs.
Then I asked her what she did so other people didn't see. She looked at me like I'd lost it.
"They do see," she said matter of factly.
"Aren't you afraid that people will call you a slut?"
Again she looked at me like I was nuts.
"Haven't you been listening?" She asked me. "I AM a whore."
"Oh," I said. "I almost forgot."
"It's okay. I know your my dad, and that you don't really see me like that."
When we finally got to the theatre I parked and shut the car off. I was about to get out when Shy drew my attention.
"umm.. hmmm," She grumbled.
"What?" I asked.
She pointed at my crotch. "You forgettin somethink? Me thinks!"
I looked down, and my phlacid dick was still hanging out. In all of the excitement I had forgotten to put it away.
"Oh... Shit... I forgot."
Shy put on her best ghetto black girl voice and said.
"Mmmhmm... What you think all dem white people would think if they saw you walkin roun wit a innocent black girl wit yo junk hangin out? Hmm?"
It was kind of funny to me when she talked like that. Mostly because I wasn't used to hearing her talk like that, but mostly because she was a black girl that was surrounded by white people and we had rubbed most of the black out of her. Most of it anyway.
We laughed our asses off as I put myself away, got out of the car, and headed into the theatre.
The theatre was huge compared to what I was used to. The theatres from my childhood were tiny in comparison. I was used to the theatre near our home which had three screens, was dimly lit with dirty carpets, and where you were always afraid of what might be on the seats, because they were usually empty enough that you could get away with whatever you wanted.
This theatre had 15 screens and the distance from the doors to the consession stands was large enough that I couldn't throw a baseball without it hitting the ground first.
I quickly realized as soon as we got inside that there was one huge difference between Shy and Shareah. Shareah, despite her striking beauty, excellent body, and confidence in almost everything, was miserably terrified of showing off her body in public. Shy was not.
The place was bustling with people. I almost found it hard to believe that this many people still went out to see movies, and yet here they were. I guess not everybody watched movies from netflix.
People didn't necessarily stare at her. Her outfit wasn't that over the top. It was short, and her nipples were hard and did show through, but she was eleven, and most people would still think that her outfit was "cute." She didn't mind people looking though. I watched as a thirty something looked at Shy. Shy smiled at them and they smiled back.
I put my hand on her opposing shoulder and she rested her head on me as we walked up to the counter. I had an idea as we were waiting in line. I wanted to see, from a more candid perspective, if there were any reactions to Shy. I handed her a hundred dollar bill and told her what I wanted to munch on, and told her I was going to the bathroom. She muttered something about old people having to pee too much and she gave me a sly smirk. I gave it back and left her in line.
I walked to the bathroom, and when I got to there I realized I really did have to go. I went in, did my business and came back out. When I did Shy wasn't alone.
She was turned around talking to a middle aged white guy. He was tall and looked to be a well educated man. He wore glasses and striped button down shirt with a collar. I walked over to the water fountain nearby and watched, while I pretended to get a drink. Shy was waving people on so that they wouldn't get annoyed about being held up in the line while she talked to her new friend.
I'm not sure exactly what they were talking about because I was way too far away to hear anything. It was the look on his face that gave him away. I've seen it a thousand times before, and felt it a million times myself. It was lust that I could see. I didn't have to be close to sense that. I could see it plain right from where I was. He wanted to do more than just talk.
I saw what I needed to see as far as those two were concerned and I could have walked back up to them. I didn't figure they needed any extra private time or anything, and I wasn't about to let them go off by themselves or anything. I would have doubled timed it to them if I thought something like that was going to happen. I did originally make a get away so that I could watch others to see candid reactions to Shy's outfit though and I still wanted to do that.
At first I didn't see anything. The reason I didn't though was because her lookers were not obvious about it. There were two, cleverly disguised, guys checking her out. They weren't obvious at all about it.
One of them was a younger adult black man with something shaved into the back of his hair. He was dressed like an average guy. He was wearing dark jeans and it was almost as if he were trying to be a little younger than his age by not wearing a belt and letting his pants droop down like teenagers do these days. His white shoes were untied and he was pretending to read one of the bill boards, but his gaze continually shifted in Shy's direction. He looked annoyed, like he knew that his window of opportunity would close soon. He was right. I wouldn't stand back much longer.
The other guy was another white guy. My guess is that he was twenty eight or so. He was standing in line too, but I noticed that he had let a few people go ahead of him since I came out of the bathroom and he too, looked over at shy more than he looked in any other direction.
Both guys gazes seemed to be in the same direction. Her long slender legs were her best feature and both of them knew it. I knew in my heart at that moment that any parent that allowed their daughters to dress that way were begging to have them stared at by fully grown adult men. You could kid yourself if you wanted too, but the truth was that if you put the candy in the dish, that someone was bound to try and eat it.
I decided that it was time to head back to Shy. I walked up and the guy talking to Shy didn't skower away like a little mouse like I was sure that he was going to. He continued talking to Shy even when it was blatantly obvious that I was her father and I was returning.
I walked up and stood next to Shy.
"Hey daddy. It's Mr. McNallis. My principal."
I extended my hand to him. "I'm Jack," I said.
We shook hands.
My heart sank. It was my goal to avoid meeting up with someone that we knew. We lived in a fairly small town and word of anything out of the ordinary could quickly and easily get around. I was just glad that it was here and not at the restaurant, because that was when I hoped that things would get good.
"Did you get the tickets hon?"
"Oh... No... I was talking to Mr. Mc.."
"Please Shy. Call me Charles. We are not at school and I don't mind... Actually I would actually like it if we weren't so formal here."
"Okay then," she said with a smile. "I was talking to Chuck..."
"Not that informal Shy... Please not Chuck... Anything but Chuck... It reminds me too much of that horrible movie where the doll attacks everybody."
We all laughed. Even Chuck did. I was actually starting to like the guy.
"Okay fine," Shy finally said. "I was talking to Charles... Jeez.. And I asked him if he wanted to watch the movie with us. If that's okay with you. I know that this is supposed to be our daddy daughter day so it is okay if you don't want too."
There was something that I was supposed to be catching as she spoke. I had a sense that she was was giving me some secret message. I could tell that much from the way that she was talking, but I had no idea exactly what she wanted. The way I saw it though I had a fifty fifty shot. She either really wanted him there, or she really didn't.
I went with my gut.
"Well, I guess it's not what I had in mind, but if that's what you want Shy than I'd be happy to have him along."
Her face lit up, and I knew I had chosen right.
"Okay. I'll go tet the stuff," she said and she headed up to the counter.
"I'm actually glad we have a moment Jack. There is a sensitive issue. Well maybe anyway. That I'd like to bring up. Off of the record of course."
"Oh," I said feeling at a disadvantage.
He stepped close and spoke low.
"How do I say this in the little time we have. I guess I'll just come out with it. Mrs. Grabitz has expressed some concerns about Shy. She says that she keeps insisting that Shy sit in the front with her but she refuses. She says that Shy is ver well behaved so she doesn't actually insist on it because she never actually does anything wrong."
"I'm sorry," I said. "So far I don't get it."
"Shy sits in the back. All the way in the back with all of the older kids. Boys mostly."
"Okay," I said. "Is there something I should be worried about. I mean, Charles they are on the bus right. Not a prison bus either as far as I know. She's safe there right?"
"Umm," Charles cleared his throat.
I turned the tables a little. I was basically putting his name on the line.
"Of course she is safe."
"So Charles. Tell me point blank. Is there anything that I have to worry about, because so far I'm not really seeing it. Shy sitting towards the back."
"Not towards the back Jack. In the back all the way."
I glanced over to Shy to see where she was. The attendant was handing her drinks, but I still thought we had another minute or two.
"I'm sorry Charles. I'm still not seeing the point." I lied. I knew exactly what he was getting at, and I dind't like his awareness on the subject, nor did I like that he was bringing it up. Allowing my eleven year old to exercise her free will was one thing. Letting others know, especially the principal of her school know, was completely different. This man was legally bound to report abuse. I didn't like it at all.
"Look Jack," he continued. "I'm not even sure that there is anything to worry about. Shy is a lovely girl. All I'm saying is that she is surrounding herelf with older boys, and Mrs. Grabitz did mention that sometimes she looks up and she don't see Shy. Maybe it's nothing to worry about Jack, but I just thought that you should know."
I started to think that I had it wrong about this guy. When I was over by the bathroom I thought I had seen lust in his eyes as he was talking to her. I must have been wrong about that, because now he seemed genuinely concerned about shy.
That's what I was thinking right then.
"I'll talk to her about it," I told him.
I had been staring through him. My eyes were trained on his lips the whole time he spoke, and really I wasn't even seeing those. I was looking through him at some part of the unknown and seeing my thoughts as they bounced around my head like flees jumping from a stray dog. Then I looked at his eyes and saw the truth. He was looking over in Shy's direction. He licked his lips.
He noticed the direction of my gaze and diverted his attention back to me, but it was too late. I looked back over to Shy—to the direction he had been staring and I saw what had caught his attention. Shy had spilled a plastic cup that contained straws and was picking them up. She knelt down with one knee touching the floor, but the other was pointed in our direction.
Her pussy was on full display for anyone to see. I'm not sure if anyone else saw it, but I know he did. I knew something else too.
She had done that on purpose.
Shy's words echoed through my head. "I'm a whore daddy."
Maybe that was the truth, but it wasn't all of the truth. She was very smart. She knew what time it was.
Shy put her leg down, and finished picking up the rest of the straws. I looked around, trying not to be too obvious about it, to see if anyone else had caught "the show,".
I didn't see either of the two lookers that were there earlier, and I wasn't really concerned about them if they had seen it. I was more concerned about some old couple, or other parents that might run up screaming at the top of their lungs "CHILD ABUSE!!! CHILD ABUSE!!! SHE HAS NO PANTIES!!! CHILD ABUUUUUUSE!!!!"
Fortunately it seemed like, by some miracle, that nobody else saw. Maybe Shy had been careful about it. I'm not really sure, but I'd ask her later. There were a few things we needed to discuss.
We stood in silence for the last few seconds as Shy came back. I was pretty sure that Charles knew that I caught him looking. His face was a little pink. I liked the fact that I had made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Tit for tat.
Shy returned with a small tray holding all of our drinks. She handed all three of us tickets. It wasn't lost on me that somehow I had just purchased all of our tickets, all of our drinks, and all of our snacks. I wasn't above that, but I hadn't even been given the opportunity to make the offer. Something else I needed to discuss with my daughter.
Charles graciously accepted his ticket and thanked me.
"Come on guys. Let's go find a seat," Shy beamed. "I can't wait. I've wanted to see this movie sooo bad."
We headed towards the south end of the building where Shy said our movie was playing. Again I was surprised at just how big this Cinema was. Shy led us down a dim lit corridor. There were Theatres on both sides of it with double doors leading into each one, and LCD screens with movie titles above each set of doors. We walked all the way to the end of the corridor. I could see Twilight 3:30 Flashing and then scrawling above the doors. Charles and I opened the doors and Shy thanked us and headed in.
A gush of cool air brushed across my face as we crossed the the threshold. The theatre was dimly lit and the smell of popcorn hung heavy like smoke does in a bar. The temperature inside was at least five degrees cooler than it was in the corridor.
We weren't the first ones in, but there already a number of people seated. About a quarter of the seats were already full, and people were engaged in idle chat. I could feel the excitement in the air as people waited in anticipation to see this movie. Most of them were teenagers on dates or girls that wished they were on dates, but there were also people in their twenties and thirties. I couldn't see anyone else my age, but that didn't really surprise me. It wasn't Star Wars after all.
Shy went directly to our right and picked the seats in the very back.
"Don't you want something a little closer?"
"No way," she said. "I can't believe these seats are even still open. Usually they are the first to go."
We took the seats in the rear like she wanted. There were only three seats along the back wall which meant that we would all be sitting without any seats in between us. The entry way from the doors extended out into the theatre a little which meant that there were walls on both sides of us. It was like we were in a little cubby hole.
All of the seats were high backed chairs, but the degrading slant of the theatre allowed us to see over the seats in front of us. Because of the wide entryway the aisle angled in towards the center. The two rows of seats increased in number growing from three to seven-- five rows ahead of us so there were four seats in front of us, and five in the row ahead of that and so on until it got to seven.
The four seats were still empty, but people were still coming in. Shy was in the center seat with Charles to her right, and me to her left. Shy set up our drinks and our popcorns in the cupholders and handed each of us a super king sized snickers.
I didn't even know that they made candy bars that big. The damned thing was huge. From end to end it was about eight inches long and my fingers could barely extend around it as she handed it to me. I was even surprised by the weight of it.
"Holy shit," I said in surprise. "You rob the jolly green giant or something?"
Shy giggled. "I know how you like snickers daddy. I thought you would like the big one."
"That reminds me. Don't I get some change?"
Shy reached into waistband of her skirt. She had the money tucked in at her stomach. She handed it to me. There was a twenty and ten and a five.
"Where's the rest? I gave you a hundred."
"Movies are expensive dad," she informed me. "Jeez. Where have you been?"
"Oh," I said. I was glad that Shareah and I were already recovering from our troubles in December, otherwise I would have been in trouble when I got home.
"It's kind of cold in here," Shy said. "I hope they turn the air off when the movie starts. I'm getting chicken skin."
I glanced down and I could barely see in the dim light, but I could see that Shy did have goosebumbs on her legs, and arms. She was sitting with her legs together and rubbing her legs to try and warm up. There was a definite drawback to having her dress so skimpy. If Charles wasn't here I would have gladly used my hand to help warm her up.
I also noticed out of the corner of my eye that Charles' gaze was trained on Shy. With her legs closed he couldn't see anything though. The hem of her skirt was still low enough to keep her covered. The only show he was getting came from her pointy little nipples and I could see that his eyes kept going back to them. It was a wonder that this man was the head of my daughters school. Now I could see why he chose his profession. He was surrounded by kids Shy's age. He must have felt like he was surrounded by candy every day.
A group of two teenaged boys and a busty girl came through the entry way. The older, taller boy looked to be about seventeen, and the younger one about fifteen. The girl was about the same age as the younger boy, and she too was under-dressed. Not to the extent that shy was, but not far from it. She was also wearing a short skirt, and a low cut t-shirt that offered a view of her plump round breasts. I could even see the top of her pink bra peeking out.
The kids walked up to our row and stopped dead in their tracks.
"Shit," the oldest boy said. "I told you it was stupid for all three of us to go at the same time. We lost our seats.... Idiot."
"Hey," the younger one said. "I didn't know."
Now that they were closer I could tell that the two boys were brothers. They acted like it too.
"Don't worry. I'll still do it." The girl said as the took the row in front of us. She said it in a lower voice, but not low enough.
Charles and I both looked at each other. I mouthed "wow," and he nodded back.
The three kids took to whispering in each other's ears so that we couldn't hear the rest of the conversation. I was pretty sure that the rest of whatever they were talking about was going to remain between them. Until the girl spoke that is.
"I'll ask them then," she said in a low voice.
"No way Shayna. Just keep your mouth shut!" The oldest boy said through gritted teeth.
Her head popped up and she turned around to face us.
"Hi," she said cheerfully.
"Hi," we all said back.
"Can we switch seats please?" She begged, and gave us her best pouty face.
Charles and I looked at each other and kind of shrugged. It really didn't matter to me and I don't think he cared much either, but apparently Shy did.
"Huh uh," she said. She looked at me and then at Charles.
The blonde gave Shy a dirty look. "Come on have a heart would ya?"
"Shhh," someone said from in front. The ads were coming on so the movie was gonna start soon. The lights lowered and the details of the blondes face disappeared into the darkness.
"Why do you want it?" Shy whispered.
The girl Shrugged, and I couldn't tell for sure, but I thought I could still make out a little panic in her face, like she was on the verge of being busted, but didn't know how to sway the wrecking ball.
Shy leaned forward in her seat a little and pursued it further.
"We aint moving unless you give us a good reason," She said quietly.
"We um.. Want some privacy," the girl confided hoping that was enough to sway her new found adversary.
"Privacy to do what. Watch a movie?"
"Look twirp," the girl said in an angry whisper.
"Look, nothing," Shy touted back. "We already know what you gonna do. So go on n do it, but do it where your sitting. We can't see nothin anyway so what you worried about."
I couldn't see, but I'm sure the girl's face turned five shades of red. The kids got up and left. Not just the seats, but the cinema. Shy had bested girl five years older than herself, and I couldn't have been prouder. Like I said before... She hadn't lost all the black in her.
We had a good laugh at them as soon as they were out.
"You see the look on that gir's face?" Charles asked.
"Kind of. Wish the lights were still on," I whispered back.
"You knew what she was going to do?" Charles whispered to Shy.
"Shit... I'm young, but I ain't stupid. I knew what time it was."
We got another quick laugh in and the movie started. With the light coming from the screen I could still see the ribbons that were wrapped around Shy's legs. It almost looked like they were floating there, suspended by magical strings.
It didn't take much longer for the cold to really start getting to Shy. She was nearly continually rubbing her hand up and down her legs.
"Daddy?" She whispered.
"I know sweety. I'm sorry."
"Will you rub my legs and warm me up?"
I wasn't sure if that was a good idea, but the truth was that I wanted to. I was already missing the way her skin felt against my hand, but it was more than that. I had already figured out that Mr. Principal wasn't an ordinary principal and the idea of rubbing Shy's legs right in front of him was actually feeling pretty good to me.
I reached down and began to caress Shy's left thigh.
"That helps. Keep going," she whispered.
I was rubbing her leg, but my attention was on her principal. I watched as the lights of the flick highlighted his face. His attention wasn't on the movie at all. He watched my hand intenly as it slid slowly up and down the top of Shy's leg.
I was about to switch to the other leg when I saw Shy tug on Charles' arm. He leaned down. Shy cupped his ear and whispered something to him that I couldn't make out. He shook his head yes, and then his hand went to her other leg. She spread them for us to make things easier.
I watched his hand as it slowly slipped its way up and down her other leg, making the white ribbons first disappear into darkness and then reappear. His hand would go all the way down to her knee, stop, and then work its way back up.
"That's so much better," shy whispered. "Higher."
My dick twitched. My hand was moving in time with his, and we were already going pretty high. We weren't stopping until our knuckles touched each other and our hands touched the hem of her skirt. I knew that her pussy wasn't more than a half inch from where we were stopping. She was basically asking to be felt up.
I knew that only one of us at a time could manage that. The question was which one of us would have the honors first. My fingers longed to go there, but my dick was begging to let him go first. He didn't wait for me to decide though.
On the next past my hand stopped, but his didn't. I watched as he maneuvered his hand past mine. At first he just placed it over the top of her skirt between my daughter's legs and began to gently work his fingers in a circular motion.
Shy let out a little quiet sigh.
"Oh God," she whispered. "I am such a slut."
Her admission surprised her principal. His motion stopped for a second, and I wondered if hearing that would jerk him back to reality, question his actions, and make him stop entirely. It didn't. He paused for a second and then continued.
Shy shifted forward in her seat a little, and spread her legs even further, which was all of the encouragement that her principal needed.
"Will you touch it Mr. McNallis... Please!" Shy whispered.
Mr. McNallis looked Shy in the face. The light was still pretty dim, but I could still make out the absolute lust in his eyes. He shifted and turned in his seat so that he could switch and use his other hand. He crossed it over, lifted Shy's skirt and began massaging her tender and now slightly swollen pussy lips in a circular motion.
I watched as Shy's hips began to gyrate with his touch.
"Yeah, fuck Mr. McNallis your hand feels so good on my pussy," Shy said in a whisper that was so quiet I could barely hear it.
I quickly glanced up, in worry that someone might be watching, but realized that someone would literally have to leave their seats and walk to the exit for that to happen. The movie was playing and the sound was pretty loud so as long as things didn't get too crazy we were relatively safe.
It was right about this time that the real truth began to sink in. My eleven year old daughter really was a slut. I didn't know how that came to be, but there we were, in the back of the theatre, and she was not only letting her principle touch her, but she was willing him to touch her more. The profound thing to me at the time is that I was loving every second of it, and I wanted to see more—wanted her to do more.
I actually wanted her to be a whore.
My dick was aching even more now than it had in the car.
Charles was feeling it too. I watched him as he started to move in toward Shy. He was closing his eyes as he went, and his hand was working feverishly on her young pussy. Shy's hips were responding with as much vigor as she could move them in the confined space. Shy opened her eyes and saw what Charles was about to do. She started to reach up to him, and at first I thought she was going to push his face away from her. That's not what she had in mind though.
She grabbed him by his thinning hair, and pulled him in. She kissed him like they were mad horny lovers, and he kissed her just as hard.
Then she squirted.
I could actually hear it hit the seat in front of her, and I silently thanked God that Shy had shamed the teen girl into leaving. If she hadn't then she'd have gotten a warm come bath and the gig would have been up for sure.
Charles jerked his hand away when it happened. It was definitely beyond his expectations. I don't know how Shy was able to keep her cool. In the car she squealed loud enough to make my ears ring when she came, but this time she hadn't uttered a sound.
As soon as she was done coming she let out a huge breath of air, and I realized that's how she kept quiet. She held her breath. Shy reached up and grabbed me by the hair. Charles had backed off and was leaning in his seat panting. He had his hand at his crotch and was gripping his dick. He must have been aching as badly as I was, but didn't know what to do about it. Shy pulled me over to her. At first I thought she wanted to kiss me the way that she kissed him.
She didn't kiss me though. Instead she whispered. "Daddy, don't go too crazy, because I won't be able to be quiet, but I need you to clean me up."
Then she grabbed me with the other hand and forced my face down to her crotch. I greedily sucked in her sweet juices, first from her inner thighs, then from the outside of her tender pussy, and finally I licked and sucked the gentle folds of her. Her pussy looked so small to me and it was so soft and delicate. I went slowly and carefully trying my best to heed her warning. She whispered moans and coo's as I did, then she came again. Not as hard as the first time. I felt it coming on and I lifted her a little just in time, covering her completely with my mouth, like I've done so many times before with her mother, and drank everything she had.
I climbed back into my seat after, and basically collapsed. Charles had a funny look on his face. It was too dark to see exactly what was going on, but it seemed like his face was contorted a little. Shy traced my gaze to him, saw what I saw and started to get up.
I watched as she maneuvered herself in front of him. I heard her whisper some kind of apology to him as she began to unzip his fly. She took him out. Charles leaned back in his chair, and spread his legs wide. I watched as Shy began her work.
I say work, because I think that's actually what it was. Not that she wasn't enjoying every single second of it, because I know that she was. But sex to Shy was not a chore. It wasn't something that she felt that she had to do or else, and it wasn't something that she felt she had to do to impress anyone else. To Shy sex was something that she needed, and she poured everything she had into it. It was her work, and she just happened to love her job.
She looked Charles straight in the eye as she did it, and she never stopped looking him in the eye. She started off by just using her tongue on the very tip of his head. She slowly worked it around though getting lower as she did, and opening her mouth wider the lower she got. His dick wasn't big. It was only around the six inch range and not very fat. She took the head of him in and smiled around his cock as she did. She slid him half way in and then back out, but still her eyes never left his. She knew how to make a man feel good and she never, not for a second, waivered from her task.
Somehow I felt like I had some kind of keen insigth into my daughters soul right then. I felt like I knew her better than I knew myself. Like I could see inside of her very mind, and her entire soul. Shy had said earlier that she wanted them all. The fat ones, skinny ones, old ones. All of them. I think that it was more than that though. I think that what Shy really meant is that she had to have them all. She needed them. Shy, for some reason, felt an insatiable desire, that was beyond her control, to satisfy any man that wanted it. Shy, in her mind, existed to please men. It was her entire purpose.
I sat there and watched my special baby girl doing what it is that she loved, and I felt a sense of pride. I wasn't ashamed, nor was I embarrassed, or offended. I was proud. Her lips were wrapped around Mr. McNallis's dick, she was bobbing her head up and down, and I loved her for it.
It didn't take long and Mr. McNallis was jerking and twitching in his chair. I knew that he was finding the relief that he needed, and I kept a dutiful eye out while he finished to make sure that we remained undiscovered. As soon as he did finish his mind did come back to reality somewhat. He zipped himself, and quickly excused himself. He left the theatre without uttering another word.
After he left Shy leaned in close to me. I wrapped my arm around her and stroked and petted her stomach while we enjoyed the rest of the movie. It turned out to be a pretty good one too, but that's not why I loved being there that day. I will always remember that part of the day as how I came to understand my daughter.
I think she felt the same way.
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