Fantasy, Authoritarian, Consensual Sex, Cuckold, Exhibitionism, Extreme, Female Domination, Female exhibitionist, First Time, Group Sex, Humiliation, Incest, Males / Female, Oral Sex, Teen Male / Female, Young
If you are looking for conventional sex... Your in the wrong place.
If you want loving and gentle sex between family members only... Go somewhere else....
I am in a frisky mood, and this story does not fit the average person's taste buds...
If you just want to jack off and don't care about a good story... Then skip to the last twenty paragraphs...
This is a long section... About 14000 words, and it is almost all story...
There are some kind of hot things scattered here and there, but for the most part this first part is all about story and has very little sex in it. If that's not what you want then I suggest you don't read it.
Also one of the participants is very young.... If that offends you then once again... Don't read it.
The main character is thirteen.... If that's not what your into then stop here.
Just trying to be up front so your not surprised....
For those that choose to continue then be prepared to be entertained, because this is a fun story. It's not about conventional sex, but we are in fantasy land here. Nothing that happens in this story is real, and I would not suggest to anyone that you actually do this stuff. It's crazy and off the wall, and unsafe. Even if you are an adult. But once again this is about fantasy, and about playing with sex and it is just a story. In fantasy land there are no repercussions. No diseases. No pregnancy, and no trauma. I would never suggest that anyone ever believe that anyone in real life would actually want this stuff to happen. Although there may be a select few that do, they are extremely rare.
I wouldn't mind meeting a woman like Alisha though. It would be kinda hot!!! IJS
John There are some distinct advantages to owning a convenience store, especially, but not limited to the summer. It pretty common for young women to come in wearing some extremely skimpy clothing, and being an older man I enjoy the “scenery.”
This year's winter was a lot longer than normal, and I found myself growing impatient, not only with the weather, and the slower business that came with the coldness. Winter time was tough for me financially, because the store barely took care of itself let alone my family.
I had been divorced for five years, and the only good thing about that were my three kids. I had a fifteen year old son, a thirteen year old daughter and a ten year old daughter. My son was athletic and into video games, (of course). He was fairly popular and of course he was into video games.
My oldest daughter was a little bit of a flirt, and mostly into music. She was starting to get into boys, and she was also popular. My youngest daughter was into me. At least whenever she was at my place, on the weekends.
As winter finally began to fade and the weather began to warm up the business warmed up with it, and it was a big relief, because money was definitely getting tight. The higher volume of customer's was putting me into a better mood.
Normally I don't work nights on the weekends, but one of the guys needed time off, and so I ended up working a double on a Friday night to cover. I was happy to do it because I was in the mood to work.
It was about six o'clock when the first hotly dressed girl of the season came in. She was cute. About twenty two or so. She had short brown hair. She was wearing a bikini top and sweat pants. Normally I wouldn't call that hot, and it wasn't even the bikini top that made up my mind about it. Ironically it was the sweat pants. She walked around the store for a minute checking looking for whatever it was that suited her taste buds. She settled on some ice cream and came up to the register where I was waiting.
I had noticed as she walked in that her sweats fit loosely and hung low on her hips, but at first I didn't pay much attention to it. When she came up to the counter she didn't stand directly across from me like most customers did. Instead she came around to the side. It was the access point to the back and to the register. I think she did it just so she could stand closer to me, but I'm not sure.
As she stood there though I couldn't help but to notice just how low her sweats sat on her hips. Not only could I see that valley that led to her prize possession, but I could damned near see the possession. Normally I try not to flat out gawk at a woman when she comes in not matter what she's wearing. It's usually not good business practice. This time I couldn't help it though. When I was finally able to tear my eyes away, I looked up to her face to see just how busted I was.
“You like that eh?” She said.
“Not gonna lie to you,” I said back. “That's pretty hot.”
I wasn't lying either. I had seen other younger women come in before that wore things that sat low on their hips, but that was by far the lowest that I had seen. That wasn't the only thing that made it hot though. I am almost twice her age, and I had never seen this girl before in my life, and yet she clearly liked the fact that I could barley take my eyes off of her waist line.
I finished her transaction, and my eyes continued to drift downward. She deliberately turned toward me and let me soak in the view. Her sweats seemed to defy gravity somehow. They sat higher in the back than they did in the front, so her ass wasn't hanging out. In the front though they sat incredibly low exposing the lowest part of her abdomen, and yet the sweats didn't fall off of her. I don't know how she accomplished that but there it was right there in front of me.
She smiled at me as she walked off and left the store, passing two more glances at me as she stepped out of view. I didn't bother to hide the fact that I was watching her leave.
I don't know if I could have gotten her number or not, but I didn't bother to try. To be honest the only thing I would want her for was to use her body for my own pleasure. She might have let me, but that didn't even dawn on me until after she left.
For the rest of the night my mind kept drifting back to how low those sweats sat on her, and how she actually seemed to like me looking down there. It was hot because it was slutty. I was old enough to be her dad for one, and she didn't even know my name. To me there is nothing hotter than a woman that is a slut and owns it. She doesn't bother to lie to herself about it she just accepts it and doesn't let it bother her. I have seen so many women come into my store that dress like sluts. They wear clothes that are over the top in the world of skimpy and yet if they catch you checking them out they seem offended.
I have a tendency to think that if you don't want a guy checking out your cleavage or your legs or whatever else than you should just keep it covered. You can't dress like that in public and choose who can and can't look. It will never just be the guys you think are hot that will check you out. It will be anybody and everybody with a penis that does it.
I had the next day off and had time to spend it with my kids. For the most part it was a typical Saturday. My son Devin stayed behind his door playing whatever video game, Alisha stayed in her room probably listening to music, and Brittany was in the living room with me pretending that her doll was a real baby and that she was the babies mom.
I was watching Storage Wars. I don't know why I like that show, because it's actually kind of dumb. I don't like antiques and most of the stuff in the lockers is garbage, but for some reason any time there is an episode on that I haven't seen I just have to watch it.
“Daddy,” Brittany said. I hadn't even noticed that she came up to me but she was standing next to me holding her shorts. “Will you fix my string?”
“Sure sweetie,” I said.
She let go of her shorts and they drooped down. I was immediately reminded of the girl from the day before. The only difference was that Brittany was wearing her hello kitty panties and that's what showed instead of the valley that, on my daughter, led to hello kitty's mouth.
I began to fumble with the string on Brittany's shorts, but the not that was tied in them was so tight that I just couldn't get it.
“I'm sorry sweetie, but I don't think I'm going to be able to get that untied,” I said.
She made her little pouty face. “But I love these shorts.”
There was that evil little voice that started talking to me at that point. It was actually trying to convince me to talk her into leaving those shorts on so that I could perpetually relive my experience with that woman from the day before. I knew I could do it too. Brittany was daddy's little girl and if I wanted her to keep wearing those shorts she would.
The only problem with that was that her panties kind of killed the effect for me. I decided that it wasn't even worth it if she was still wearing them.
“Well they are not falling off of you are they?” I asked her. “just leave them on.”
“They aren't falling off but they fall down a little and my panties show.” That's not very lady like.”
“No,” I said. “It's not really lady like. It's kind of naughty to be honest, but can I tell you a secret?”
She nodded her head yes and brought her ear to my mouth. It was her cute little way of telling me that she wanted to hear my secret, because secrets were supposed to be whispered.
“I kind of like naughty.” I said into her ear.
“You do?” she said with wide eyes.
I nodded my head yes. I felt giddy inside. I couldn't believe that I was doing this, but there I sat working to get my daughter to give me a cheap thrill.
“I actually think the way that they are kind of falling down is kind of sexy. It would be better if you weren't wearing your panties though.” Those words just kind of slipped out. I mean I wanted to say them, but I didn't actually plan on saying them. I had actually decided to just settle with the shorts and the panty view. She was my daughter after all.
The words were already out of my mouth though, and I couldn't take them back. I thought for sure that she would just slap my knee and call me silly or something like that, but she didn't.
She stood there looking at me to see if I was serious, and mulling my words over in her cute little head.
“Okay,” she said. “If you think it's sexy then I'll do it.”
She ran off to her room holding her shorts as she went. She came back a few minutes later and stood next to me again.
“Does that look sexy?”
“Oh God did it ever,” my mind taunted.
It wasn't an exact replication of the woman from the day before but it was close, and I couldn't help but to think that it was hot that my daughter was doing that for me. I had never thought about jerking off with thoughts of my daughter before in my life, but I knew that I was going to that night for sure. Her shorts were sitting low on her hips, and those two valleys that were supposed to be covered were in plain view. I reached out and adjust her shorts so that the front actually sat a little lower in the front. She stood there and let me do it without so much as flinching. I was her daddy, and she trusted me completely. She probably wouldn't have if she knew what a part of me wanted to do at that very moment.
“Well,” she asked. “Is it sexy?”
“Brittany honey. That is about the sexiest thing I have ever saw.”
She got a devilish little smile on her face.
“Oh yeah. You are turning your daddy on for sure.”
Her brow crinkled up when I said that.
“What's that mean?”
“Shit,” I thought. “You've done it now. Now you're gonna have to explain that to her. How you going to handle that.”
I decided to be bluntfully honest with her.
“That means that the way you are dressed is making me hard.”
“Hard of what? Hearing?”
I had thought that some of it would click on it's own. I had explained the birds and the bees before and I thought it had sunk in, but I guess it hadn't.
“No goofy. I mean giving me an erection.”
“Oh,” she said and I could tell that her thoughts were really cooking.
“Are we going to make a baby then?”
“yep,” my mind teased. “You are definitely a genius. Now your ten year old daughter thinks you are going to put a baby in her belly. Don't you think you've confused her enough.”
My mind was probably right too, but I was waist deep in muck, and I didn't know how to get out of it.
“No sweetie. I don't think that's a good idea. All I'm saying is that you are a beautiful girl and I like the idea of you dressing sexy, but this has to be just between you and me okay?”
“Okay,” she said. “I thought you said you wanted to be naughty though?”
“Yeah, dad,” my mind said triumphantly. “didn't you whisper into your daughter's ear that you liked naughty. Hmmmm?”
“Shut up,” I said to my head.
“You remember that eh?”
“Do you like the idea of being naughty with your dad?”
She shrugged her shoulders to suggest that she wasn't sure either way. She could be convinced though. The question was did I want to take it that far. Hadn't I done enough?
“Well sweetie. Let's just do sexy for now. But you have my permission that when we are alone if you feel like doing something that you think is naughty then you can. But just when we are alone okay?”
“Okay!” she said. And she actually sounded delighted.
I didn't see that coming. At what age did a little girl start getting curious about sex? I thought it would be a little older than ten. I learn new things every day I guess.
“Well what do you think?” Brittany asked, taking a step back and slowly spinning for me.
The shorts were sitting low on her waist. They wanted to fall off of her, but the string was just tight enough that they couldn't make that last leap over the widest part of her thin hips. They wouldn't have to go too much further for her to be completely exposed to me. I couldn't help but to stiffen up at the idea that she was willing to walk around like that in front of me.
“You look absolutely tasty my dear!” I said to her, and I meant it.
I had refrained from trying to find another woman after my divorce, deciding instead to bury myself in work during the week, and do the best that I could to spend time with my kids on the weekends. During the times that they actually wanted to spend time with me that it is. Now I felt like I was starting to pay the price for that decision, because I was sitting there in my favorite chair letting my ten year old daughter give me an erection, and thoughts of doing more than look were starting to creep into my head.
“You want to take some pictures?” She asked me. She was definitely the “I want to be a model,” type. She was always trying on more sets of dresses and skirts, tossing them aside and trying on more. She would walk in front of mirrors looking at herself and posing.
“That actually sounds like fun,” I said with a smile. “Go grab my camera.”
“Okay!” she squealed.
She ran to my den and grabbed my digital camera case and bolted back into the living room. She handed it to me, and I removed the camera from the case and turned it on. The little motor inside zipped its way to life, adjusting the zoom lens and the little green light came on signaling that it was ready to go.
I put the camera to my eye and pointed it in her direction. She immediately put her hand to her head and cocked her head posing for me. I snapped a picture, and she changed poses, putting one hand on her hip, and blowing me a kiss.
“Mmm... Very sexy,” I said.
She giggled and turned away from me but looked back at me over her shoulder. She was a natural at this. I snapped another pic.
“Tell me how you want me to pose for you daddy!” She said giddily.
I thought about it for a second, and she waited for her instructions.
“Turn back toward me,” she followed my instructions. “Now hook a thumb into the side of your shorts, and pull the one side down even further. She hooked her thumb in and slid it down a little.
“A little more,” I said.
She slid it down further and her shorts were now at a forty five degree angle, the very top of her young and smooth lips were exposed. Not enough to get a good look, but enough to suggest that I could end up taking pornographic pictures of her if I wanted too. I still wasn't sure if I was going to go that far, but I was sure that I wanted too. Taking these pics had my dick throbbing in my pants, and I hadn't been that turned on in a long time.
I snapped a picture of her. She was smiling big for the camera.
“Hold that pose sweetie,” I instructed and I zoomed in, centering her waist in the frame, and I snapped another one. That was probably the picture that I would look at before I relieved the tension that had built up in my balls.
“Dad! When's lunch?” Alisha yelled from her doorway. My heart damn near fell to the floor in surprise, and Brittany's eyes widened. She hurriedly pulled up her shorts and flew to the couch.
Alisha came out and into the living room. I did my best to put on a calm and collected face.
“Your actually going to eat lunch?” I said trying my best to sound light and upbeat. Alisha rarely came out of her room on the weekends, except to relieve herself every so often, so I was actually quite surprised.
“Yeah,” she said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders as she said it. There was more to it than that. She might not spend as much time with me as I would have liked, but I still knew my daughter. Something was up.
I decided to press her, but I knew I had to do it gently.
“I'll make some lunch. What do you want to eat?” I said. I got up from my chair and went into the kitchen.
“Grilled cheese sounds good.” Alisha was a cheese freak, so her choice didn't surprise me.
I went to the cupboard and grabbed a pan. Alisha grabbed the cheese, and Brittany came in and leaned up against the island in the middle of the kitchen. I glanced over at her as I began making the preparations to cook lunch. Her shorts were sitting low on her again, and I knew that eventually Alisha would notice that. I cringed. I definitely hadn't thought of that possibility, and I dreaded whatever reaction my oldest daughter would have to Brittany's state of dress.
“So to what do we owe the blessing of your appearance my sweet?” I asked trying to keep Alisha's attention on me.
“I don't know. Just bored I guess?”
“Bored,” I said. “That doesn't sound like you at all. Your computer, and I' Pod usually keep you occupied all weekend.”
“Computer is on the fritz.” she said as she opened a bag of potato chips from the island, and began to munch.
So that was it. A part of me actually thought that despite her normal good behavior and good grades that I should start limiting her use of the contraptions in her life, but it was against my normal belief system. Normally I let them live their lives without interference as long as they came home trouble free and with good grades. I had often preached that to them, so putting limits on them without just cause didn't seem fair to me.
“Well bring it out after lunch, and I'll have a look at it.”
Her face froze when I said that. She looked like a cornered jackrabbit whose life was on the line. Something big was up.
“No no... It's fine. I have a friend that said he'd fix it for me. I just have to take it to mom's this week. Is that okay?”
“Actually no,” I said sternly. “You know that's not okay. Remember the last laptop I bought you? You took it home, and your mom now has complete control of it? So NO! Absolutely not!”
“You heard me. Bring it out. If I can't fix it then I will pay someone who can!” I was still being stern, but not yelling. If she kept pushing me though the yelling might start, and I was sure she knew that.
“But...” she said. And there was no doubt that she was terrified.
“Why are you pushing this? I asked. I am offering to fix your computer for you. If I can't get it done then I know someone who can and I might even be able to get him to do it this weekend. What are you trying to hide?”
“Nothing,” she said. She was defeated and she knew it.
“Look,” I added. I have never snooped into your computer before, and I'm not gonna start now. Quit freaking out, and trust your dad.
She nodded reluctantly.
That seemed to set her mind at ease a little. I had just lied to her though. There was no doubt that I was going to get a look at whatever it was that she was hiding. Not to be nosy or anything. Just to make sure she wasn't doing anything that would endanger her.
I went back to working on the grilled cheese.
“Did I hear someone say lun....” Devin said as he came into the kitchen, but something through the rest of his sentence out the window. “What the hell are you wearing Britt?”
“Ha ha,” my mind taunted. “Busted dude. You are so busted!”
I could literally feel my blood drain from my head. I was busted all right. Nothing to do but see how it played out, and try to minimize the damage.
“I'm wearing my shorts stupid.”
“Well pull them up!” Alisha said. “Their damn near falling off of you, and why aren't you wearing underwear?”
“Daddy asked me to take them off. I gave him an erection!”
Little tattle tail. The rest of my blood ran into my feet, and my head began to spin. I know my face was about as white as a ghost, and I had no idea how to recover from that. All of the cards were on the table so to speak.
“Oh,” Alisha said. Devin said nothing, and a very awkward silence fell over the room.
I had no idea what to say so I just didn't say anything. I just kept working on the grilled cheese.
Almost ten minutes went by before anyone said anything. The plates were on the table and everyone was eating in silence.
It was Alisha that finally broke that silence.
“Does that mean I can wear whatever I want when I'm hear?” She inquired.
I felt a little relieved at her question. I had no idea what was going on in her head about what Brittany had said, and I knew that I was going to have to talk to my youngest about discretion. But for now I felt like a major bullet was dodged. Alisha hadn't freaked out or threatened to call the authorities. She didn't run out the door screaming child abuse. She simply asked if she was allowed to wear whatever she wanted, and I assumed she meant more provocative clothing at that.
“Sure,” I said. “I don't see why not.” I'm sure my face was turning red though, and I tried desperately to fight off my blood flow.
“Did she really give you and erection?” Devin piped in.
“Yep, your a genius!” My brain teased me again. “A real fucking Einstein. Now your kids think your a child loving pervert, and guess what! They are probably right!”
“I'm not proud of that guys. Let's just say that it's been a while, and I got a little carried away and leave it at that.”
“Jeez dad. Not judging or anything. She kinda gave me one too. I'm just saying.”
“God Devin.... Your such a perv!” Alisha said.
“What! She was standing there in the kitchen and her shorts were almost falling off of her, and she it was like she didn't even care. You can't say that's not hot!”
“You think I'm hot?” Brittany said with delight.
Devin looked down at the table but didn't say a word. Alisha got up from the table, stepped back and pulled her favorite pajama bottoms half way down. I was surprised to see that she wasn't wearing underwear herself. I was finding out that I didn't know my kids as well as I'd thought.
Devin looked up at Alisha and squirmed in his chair, but didn't say a word.
My lower region was coming back to life as my thirteen-year-old intentionally drew attention to herself. She lifted her shirt for added effect and it was working. I had never realized just how tight and fit my daughter was. Traces of muscle lined her stomach and her hips looked sleek, but strong. She had pulled her pajama bottoms down as far as she could without exposing anything and stood there waiting for a response.
“Wow Alisha. You look amazing.” I said adjusting myself in my pants.
She smiled big at me and turned around showing off the top half of her butt.
“What do you think of my ass? I've been working out hard to tighten it up.”
“I love it. To be honest I'd like to lick every inch of you.” I said without thinking.
“Did that actually just come out of my mouth?” My mind questioned.
“Wow dad... Did you just hit on me?” Alisha asked with a smile.
“I ah... No... Sorry. That just slipped out.”
“It's okay. I never mind when a guy hits on me. I kinda like it.”
I didn't want things to go any further at that point. I could see myself doing something I might regret so I figured it was time to turn the direction of the conversation to something else.
“Why don't you grab your computer and I'll see if I can't figure it out.”
“Stop goofy. Just go get it.”
Alisha hesitated for a second. I'm pretty sure that she was still trying to get out of letting me get my hands on her computer, but she must have figured out that it was a lost cause. Finally she relented and went to go get it.
I watched as she left the room, and couldn't help but to notice just how nice her ass really was. She hadn't bothered pulling her bottoms back up. She walked out with them half way down her ass. The muscles in her cheeks pulsed and flexed as she walked. She had just enough meet there to give her butt a beautiful half pear shape and I was enjoying the view as she disappeared into the hall way.
I couldn't help but wonder if she was going to leave them that way for the rest of day, or if that had been a ploy to distract my attention from working on her computer. I decided that the answer would come when she came back with her laptop. If her bottoms were still that low then that would be my answer.
I instructed the other two to clean up the dishes, and I went to my recliner.
Alisha came back a minute later with her laptop in her hand. She was walking slowly and I could see the reluctance in her face. Her pajamas were still halfway down her hips and her abdomen still almost completely out in the open.
She handed me the computer.
“It's supposedly a virus protection program. It's saying that I have a lot of viruses, and it's offering to fix them, but its frozen up and won't let me do anything else.”
“Plug it into the wall please, so the battery doesn't lose it's charge.”
She grabbed the other end of the cord and disappeared behind me.
I looked at the screen and I recognized the virus that she had immediately. I had fallen for the same one before, and I knew it. I had been checking out some raunchy porn once, and a window had appeared on my screen saying that I had possibly been infected. The program had offered to do a scan for me, and I had stupidly pressed the yes button instead of closing it out, and getting my own virus program.
Once I had clicked on that the virus had basically pretended to do a scan, and came up with a ton of threats. Then it had offered to fix them. As long as I was willing to pay a hundred dollars. It was at that point that I tried to opt out and find a reputable virus scan program, but it was too late. The virus was in and had basically taken over my computer. I was locked in.
I probably could have taken my computer to a professional, but I knew that if I did that whoever fixed it would see why I had been infected. I was sure that all of those internet windows were still up, and there would be no hiding it. I ended up paying the hundred bucks. After I tried everything I could think of to avoid it that was.
Alisha came back to my side, and knelt down next to me. I could hear Devin and Brittany in the kitchen still. By the sound of it they were still in the process of loading the dishwasher.
“Can I see it?” I heard Devin say in a low voice. He was trying to be quiet about it, but he hadn't been quiet enough.
“Do you want to?” Brittany responded.
There was no doubt in my mind as to what they were talking about. Devin had just asked to look down Brittany's shorts and apparently Brittany was open to the idea. I felt like I had stepped into quicksand and was slowly sinking. I had started something that I hadn't intended on. I thought about rushing into the kitchen and stopping them, but I knew that Brittany was probably already allowing her brother to see his first glimpse of a girl's twat, and by the time I got in there it would already be too late to stop it.
Better to just let it happen I guessed. I'm sure that my kids weren't the first, nor would they be the last brother and sister to show each other their private parts. Hopefully that's as far as it would go.
I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet.
“What are you gonna do?” Alisha asked me.
“You've downloaded a virus that basically takes over your computer. I could probably take it to someone that knows how to bypass it, but then everything you've been into would be discovered by whoever fixed it.”
“Oh god no.”
“I thought you would say that. I am gonna have to pay the hundred bucks.”
“Okay. Thanks dad,” She said.
I went through the process of entering my info. I knew that I would have to go through the process of changing my credit card like I did after the first time, because I didn't trust whoever it was that wrote this virus not to abuse my number, but I went ahead and put it in.”
Just before I clicked on the continue button I decided it was time to give Alisha the bad news.
“Now once I do this whatever you were into will probably still be on the screen.”
“Really?” She asked.
“Yep... I told you I wouldn't snoop and I meant that. But I'm asking you to let me see for myself. For my own peace of mind.”
That deer in headlights look came back to her face.
“Oh God.... Please don't.”
“Alisha. I already have a pretty good idea of what I'm gonna see. There's no reason for you to be ashamed. I just need to know that there's nothing for me to worry about. I need to know that you aren't doing anything dangerous. I promise I won't judge you. Or think bad of you.”
“But it's embarrassing.”
“I know... But so was what happened with Brittany earlier. That was embarrassing for me too you know.”
“Fine,” she said with a little frustration.
I clicked on the finish button and the window disappeared.
Her skype window filled the screen, and to my surprise the person that she had been talking to was still on. It was an older man nearly my age. He was shirtless, and his hairy chest was in prominent view. As soon as he saw who was now in front of the cam, he hurriedly ended the connection from his end, and his image disappeared.
“Oh, jeez!” Alisha exclaimed. “He waited! What a dork!”
“We're probably going to have to talk about that at some point,” I said with humor in my voice.
“Yeah... No shit!” She said. “I can't believe that asshole was still there.”
I was a liberal parent, and never yelled at my kids for language. Alisha wasn't much of a potty mouth, but her colors were showing through at that point.
I closed out skype, and I wasn't surprised to see that she had quite a trail of internet windows going. All of them were pornographic in nature.
The window that was currently open was a gang-bang scene with a barely of age blonde surrounded by men. The clip wasn't playing, and I didn't need to watch it to get the gist of what happened in it.
I closed that one out, and was greeted with another gang-bang clip. Alisha's face was pink as she watched me peruse her history. I closed scene after scene, and they were all of the same type until I got about halfway through the windows. Once I got that far I saw that she had started with clips of older men that were having sex with younger women, and had progressed to the gang-bang clips.
I couldn't help but to be turned on at that point. I couldn't help it. I had always been infatuated with the idea of gang-bangs myself and had spent my share of time watching those types of videos. To me there was nothing hotter than watching a woman give herself to multiple men at the same time.
“Well so far it's not as bad as I thought,” I said.
“Huh?” Alisha said in surprise.
“I actually like the same kind of stuff Alisha. I guess the apple don't fall far from the tree.”
“You mean you don't think I'm a slut or anything?”
Her comment turned me on even more. I know that it probably shouldn't have, but it did. The implication there was that she didn't just want to look at girls doing that, but was also fantasizing about it. I had to find out if that was the case.
“I don't think you are a slut Alisha. Your my daughter, and you are just exploring your sexuality. There's nothing wrong with that.”
“Of course not. Everybody fantasizes.”
“But you don't think that it's slutty.... I mean.... I want to have sex with more than one guy at once. I try not to. I know that I shouldn't want that, but I just do. Is something wrong with me?”
I hadn't noticed it before, but my daughter was actually crying. Tears were running down her face and her cheeks were red. I brought her in and hugged her close. She ended up climbing up and holding onto me tight. Her tears flowed heavily and she hitched and heaved as she cried into my chest.
I hadn't noticed at first, but when she climbed up her shorts had slid down even further. Her ass was completely uncovered. I don't know if she noticed it or not. She was crying pretty heavy, and she may not have even realized what had happened. Either way she made not move to pull them back up, and I didn't mention it. I just held her close. I couldn't help but to admire how beautifully it was shaped though.
After she had gotten the tears out of her system she looked up at me.
“There's nothing wrong with you sweetie. I don't want you to think that.”
“I can't help it.”
“Do you know why your mom and I got a divorce?”
“Because she cheated on you. I guess she's a slut too.”
“Oh... I guess I didn't realize that you even knew that much. I thought we had done a good enough job of hiding the details.”
“We heard you guys fighting enough to figure it out.”
“Okay, but do you know all of the details. I mean I didn't leave your mom because she cheated. As a matter of fact she ended up asking me for the divor afterce.”
“She did.... I mean. I always assumed that you threw her out because of it.”
“Nope,” I said.
The truth of it was that I wasn't mad at my ex for cheating on me. When I asked her about it after hearing the rumors from customers at work she had originally said that it was just sex and that it didn't mean anything. That she had just gotten lonely and felt neglected, and needed someone to hold her, and that it led to more, but that it didn't mean anything.
I figured that it wasn't much different then her using a dildo to pleasure herself. That whoever the guy was, (I didn't know him), was nothing more than the embodiment of a living dildo so why make an issue of it, for one. I also figured that my ex was not a virgin when I met her, and that there wasn't much difference between her having sex with a man before we were married, and her having sex with another during it.
At first my ex had begged me to forgive her. I told her that not only did I forgive her, that I wasn't even mad at her for doing it.
She just stood there with a dumbfounded look on her face when I told her that. You mean you aren't jealous? She had asked me.
The truth was that I wasn't jealous. The truth was that I had always had a secret fantasy about watching her with another man. I don't know why that idea had turned me on, but it did. I didn't tell her that part though, because my ex had always been kind of boring in the bedroom, and I didn't believe that had changed just because she had cheated on me. I did try to explain to her though that in my mind what was in the past was in the past, and that I still loved her, but that I just wasn't a jealous person and that we could work past it.
She didn't accept that. I guess she had wanted me to be angry and hurt and outraged. When I didn't get that way she was offended by it, and ended up leaving me over it.
I explained all of that to Alisha, but only I didn't leave out the part about fantasizing about her with another man. As a matter of fact I let her know that I would have loved to watch her mother with a gang of men.
“Really?” Alisha asked me.
“Yes,” I said. “Really.”
That's when she threw me for a loop.
“Would you want to watch me with a bunch of guys?”
I reached down and began to caress her ass. At the same time I brought her chin up and french kissed her. Sticking my tongue deep into her mouth. She kissed me back, matching my passion with her own. When I finally broke the kiss I said. “I am definitely going to watch you fuck a bunch of guys.”
She looked at me trying to figure out if I was serious.
“Hey Alisha,” Brittany said as she came barging into the living room. I quickly moved my hand up to Alisha's back “Devin let me.... Hey, your pants are all the way down you know!”
“I know. What do you want?” Alisha sounded as annoyed with her appearance as I felt.
There was no doubt that if she hadn't come in right then that I would have had my daughter's lips wrapped around my shaft. I was so turned on that I could hardly see straight. A part of me was disappointed at the interruption but the logical part of my brain felt like I was save by the bell so to speak. This was definitely going too far too fast.
“Devin let me see his pecker!” Brittany said
Yep... Definitely too far too fast.
“That's great chipmunk,” Alisha said. Chipmunk was the name that we'd given her when she was little. She used to love being called that, but the novelty had worn off. Now the kids only called her that when they were annoyed.
“Hey... Dad! She called me Chipmunk again!”
“Well we were in the middle of an important conversation and....”
“Actually I think it's time we all distracted ourselves a little. I think this whole thing is starting to go too far. Where is Devin now?”
“He's in his room. I think he's playing with it. I asked if I could watch but...”
“Holy criminy... Everybody just stop!” I said. There was some humor in my voice, but there was also truth to my words.
“Okay everybody go get dressed. We're going to the grocery store where we can't continue the insanity.”
“Do we have too!” Brittany said. The world had definitely gone mad. Normally they were all happy as ticks to get out of the house even if it was just to the grocery store. I wasn't known for being stingy and I almost always bought them at least some little thing that they wanted.
“Can we wear whatever we want.”
I should have thought about her question a little more carefully, but at the time I was just in a hurry to get out before everything really went nuts.
“Sure,” I agreed. “Whatever you want.”
Alisha was the last one to come out of her room. The rest of us were ready to go and she waited until we were yelling for her to come out. When she did she had her arms folded in front of her and was making a bee line for the door.
“Wait right there. I want a good look before you walk out that door.”
She was wearing a light purple polyester half shirt and a short pink mini skirt that looked familiar, but I couldn't remember seeing her wear it before. The skirt had a row of pleats but was shorter than I thought possible. I had seen skirts that short before but only in videos. I could tell immediately that she wasn't wearing a bra, which made me pretty uncomfortable to say the least.
Alisha was a small framed girl but for thirteen she was already beginning to develop. She was taking after her mother who had healthy sized breasts. Alisha's shirt was cut low, and hercleavage was more out there than I was used to seeing. My first instinct as a father was to send her right back to her room, but I didn't. She was only thirteen, and I doubted anyone would pay that much attention.
“Fine,” I said. “I guess I can live with it.”
We headed to the Suburban, and I climbed in. Normally there was a debate over shotgun, but this time there wasn't Devin had already made it to the front seat, but Alisha went to his door. He rolled it down, and Alisha said something to him, which I couldn't here. Devin got out, and climbed into the back.
I wondered what she had said to him to make him give the seat up so easily but I didn't see any point in pressing it. I just wanted to get on the road. Once again a little forethought may have altered the rest of the events... Maybe.
Devin climbed in directly behind Alisha. As soon as he did, Brittany scooted over to the middle of the backseat. It clicked right then. Alisha had suggested that her little sister might want some company back there or some such thing, and my son, being a young and sexually hungry boy, decided that he should have thought of that in the first place.
Most parents probably would have immediately redirected the seating arrangements, but I didn't. There were two distinct reasons that I didn't. One was that I had tried something with my sister when I was his age, and had gotten shot down. I always wondered what it would have been like if my sister had said yes, and two; I couldn't watch them twenty four seven. They would be at their mom's come Tomorrow night, and if they really wanted to try something they could just do it there. I wasn't about to tell their mother anything about what was going on. I was however going to have a long talk with all of them before they went to their mother's to make sure that whatever did happen over there was kept under wraps.
I couldn't help but to adjust the rear view mirror though. I had to. I just couldn't not know what was going on back there. I adjusted it so that I had a clear view of my daughter's lap. It wasn't until that point that I noticed that her skirt was almost as short on her as Alisha's was.
Devin's hand immediately went to his little sister's leg, and he began to caress up and down it. The kid didn't waste any time. I could see Britt's leg slide apart slightly. She didn't seem to mind the attention so I didn't stop them.
I put the truck in reverse and started to back out. I couldn't use the rear view mirror at all so I had to turn in my seat to look back. I glanced down, and was surprised to note that Devin didn't bother to move his hand. He continued to rub her leg right in front of me. Brittany had a hug smile on her face and Devin had a drunk look in his eye.
I backed out of the driveway, and headed off.
Once we got going I finally glanced down at Alisha's lap. I hadn't thought about it before but her skirt was so short that it just plain didn't cover her. She wasn't wearing any panties, and she wasn't crossing her legs. As a matter of fact I got the impression that she was intentionally sitting with her legs open so that when I did happen to look I would be pleasantly surprised. She was pretending to look out her window, but I was certain that she was well aware of what I was looking at.
I could see her clitoris poking out like a groundhog looking out of its hole. I couldn't help myself. I knew that I couldn't just sit there and stare at her the whole time. We'd be in a wreck before I got three blocks, so I did the next best thing. I reached down, and began to stroke her leg much in the same way that Devin was stroking Brittany's.
I decided that's as far as I was going to go though. Just her leg, and just up to her upper-inner thigh, and no further. I wasn't about to sit there and molest my daughter while we drove to the grocery store.
As soon as my hand hit her leg Alisha looked to me and smiled. She readjusted herself in her seat, leaning back and she spread her legs even further. I knew that she would let me go as far as I wanted. There was no doubt in my mind that I could do anything I wanted with her lower region at that point, but I remained steadfast. I traced my hand up and down her leg, but stopped at her upper thigh with each stroke.
Her skin felt so smooth and delicate to my touch. I loved the way that she felt and I could satisfy myself with stroking her tender skin forever. Every now and then I glanced over toward her and was mesmerized by how gorgeous my little girl's legs had become. We are from Italian decent so her skin is naturally almond colored. She had already been going to the tanning salon a couple times a week with her mom and the effect was breathtaking. Her naturally almond colored skin was already dark and her legs seemed to glow in contrast with the pink skirt.
I could see her smoothly shaved lips and it was all I could do to keep from sliding my hand further up to explore her tender meat there.
“Your killing me softly dad,” Alisha said bringing me back to the present.
I looked over at her.
“If you don't go further soon I'm gonna fuck the gear-shifter. Your driving me flippin crazy over here!” she said in a low voice through gritted teeth.
I guess maybe I was going too slow for her.
I had never been prone to disappointing my girl so I slid my hand further up and began to explore the lips of her pussy. She inhaled deeply, but bit back any more than that. I inserted a finger, and I could hear her breath stop. She spreah her legs even more and lifted her hips allowing me better access. I inserted a second finger and began to work in and out of her.
I went further and further up, expecting to find a hymen, but none was there. I would have to ask her later what had happened up there that I didn't know about.
I worked with diligence trying to give her what she needed. I didn't know whether or not she could come, but as I continued to work her she suddenly lifted her ass up off of the seat, pulled her skirt up out of the way, and squirted all over my leather seats.
I glanced in the rear view mirror, and saw that Devin had pulled Brittany's panties aside, and was starting to explore his little sister's bare vagina. She had also leaned way back, and had actually put one leg over her brothers. She had her legs spread wide, and was letting him have as much room as he wanted.
I wanted to adjust so I could see my youngest daughter's face to see if she was enjoying herself, but I didn't. I had intruded enough, and I left it at that. Watching them do that much was almost as much fun as getting Alisha off myself.
The grocery store that we were going to wasn't far. We had a few options as far as places to shop, but I chose the closest one. It was a bit of a dump, but the prices were good, and it was never crowded. Not only that, but there was a game stop in the same complex right next door, and Devin would ultimately want to take Brittany in there, which might give me a little more time to talk to my oldest daughter, which I thought was probably a good idea.
We pulled into the parking lot, and Devin got out hurriedly. He was at my door before I got out.
Can I have a hundred bucks dad. He didn't have to explain why. The owner of the Stop would allow kids to test out games in the back as long as they could prove they at least had the money to buy. Sometimes Devin did, and sometimes he didn't. That wasn't the point the point was that I could take as much time as I wanted in the grocery store without hearing any whining, and have as much time as I wanted to talk to Alisha.
I didn't realize how over the top Alisha's outfit was until we were walking into the store. Originally I thought that the girl would hardly get any attention at all because she was too young to be gawked at. I was wrong.
It wasn't just perverted guys that were looking though. Guys were looking, but they would immediately turn their heads away shamefully because she was so young. It was the needlepoint gazes from women, especially older women that troubled me. They would look at her without bothering to look away, and then shoot me the evil eye, probably for letting her dress like that. It didn't embarrass me though. It kind of pissed me off. I never heard anybody bitch about the way that Paris Hilton dressed, or any other star for that matter. I had watched plenty of family oriented television shows where the guest singer was a woman that acted like she was having intercourse right there on the stage, and that woman usually had barely anything on at all. I had stopped hearing outrage about that a long time ago.
Fuck em if they can't take a joke.
I grabbed a shopping cart and headed into the heart of the store.
“So how long you been watching them videos anyway?” I opened with that, because it was a simple question.
“Well you remember the whole laptop thing?”
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Mom isn't like you. She snoops. She found out that I had been surfing porn and took it away. That was about the time that I started. I wasn't smart enough to clear my history.”
“So... About a year and a half then.”
“Yeah. Give or take.”
“Did it start with stuff that hard core?”
She laughed. “Umm. No. Started with pretty mild stuff, but the more I look the harder it seems to get.”
“Is the stuff I seen the worse you've looked at.”
Her face pinkened again. She hung her head low and shook her head no.
“Tell me,” I said.
She got that I'm afraid you'll hate me look in her head, and shrugged her shoulders.
“Come on. I've seen it all. I doubt you'll surprise me.”
“Pissing, and animal stuff.” She said flatly.
I hadn't expected her to say that. I knew what she meant and I didn't make her expand on it. I wasn't trying to shame her, because I knew that shame and sex were a terrible combination. The worst thing you could do to a child, or an adult for that matter was to make them ashamed of sex. That would traumatize a person for the rest of their life, but still wouldn't change how they felt. It would just change how they handled it, and not in a good way.
“Nothing to be ashamed of Alisha.”
She looked at me again. She wanted to gauge whether or not I was bullshitting her. I knew that my opinion still meant a lot to her, even if she hadn't been spending a lot of time with me.
“Are you just saying that?”
“Nope,” I said. “If you enjoy something about sex I say go with it. As long as you are not hurting anyone, or making someone do something they don't want to do. That's the only real rule.... Well there is one other one. As long as you don't get in trouble over it. You should always be safe about it. You might not hurt anyone but that doesn't mean that nobody intends to hurt you.”
“Yeah. I actually do try to be safe. I don't even give out my real name to any of the guys from the internet.”
We had been walking up and down the aisles, but I hadn't put a single thing in my cart. I was just focused on talking to my daughter. I grabbed a few two liters off of the shelf and put them into the cart. I couldn't help but notice an old man at the end of the aisle. I watched him from the corner of my eye as I put the two liters in, and I couldn't help but notice that he was outwardly staring at my daughter. It seemed that guys only turned their heads away if they knew that other people could see them looking. If they thought they could look without being noticed then they did. It didn't really bother me though because I knew that Alisha wore the outfit because she wanted guys to look at her, and I was quickly understanding that she didn't care what the guy looked like. That was still a presumption, but I felt confident about it.
We made our way up the aisle toward the old man and Alisha grabbed a bag of chips from the shelf. She was standing right next to the old man, who was pretending to be interested in another bag of chips, but my daughter's cleavage also seemed interesting to him because his eyes kept wandering over to her chest.
She turned to him and asked. “Do you like my outfit?”
His eyes darted to me, and I shrugged.
“Oh yes,” he said. “It looks nice on you.”
I could see that the old guy was still capable of being aroused.
Alisha grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled down a little on it, exposing even more cleavage to the poor old guy.
“Purple is my favorite color,” she said. “It really brings out the color of my skin don't you think?”
I could tell that he was a nervous wreck, but that didn't stop him from looking at her chest. I kept walking up and was just in time to see that half of one of her nipples was out in the open.
He nodded yeah, but was speechless. Luckily no other people were in the aisle, but it didn't matter the old guy couldn't take any more. He flat out turned and walked away. Alisha turned to me with a big smile, and came back to my side.
“Did you see the look on his face,” she said burying her head in my arm.
“Yep,” I said.
“Your not mad are you? I couldn't help it. I mean he was already trying to look down my shirt so I figured why not give him a better one. I didn't hurt him so it's okay right?”
“Yeah. It was actually kind of cool if you think about it. I mean that guy will have something to remember for the rest of his life.... Right?”
“Exactly,” she agreed.
“So tell me about the webcam thing. How'd that get started?”
“Well it started about three months ago. Before that it was just movies and stuff. But a couple of the girl's at school do it, but only they just do it with guys they know from school.”
“You know. I don't think I have to explain it. Anyway. The only bad thing is that the guys from the school can't keep their mouths shut, and I like to be private about it. I don't want everyone around me to know. So I won't do it with anyone that has any ties to me outside of our chat. Not only that, but I won't do it with anyone that is even remotely close to my age. I like older guys. Way older.”
The whole thing reminded me of the stickam thing. It was a website that allowed people to gather in one community for webcamming. The only problem was that a lot of the girls that were on there were under age, and it became a controversy because the underage girls were performing sexual acts for older guys. Eventually the site shut down over it.
“Oh,” I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say at that point, but I was sure that Alisha would have loved the stickam site.
I liked it though. I know that she's my daughter, and I shouldn't like that idea, but I did. I had watched older/younger porn before myself and I liked the taboo of it. What can I say. I guess I'm a perv.
We continued to shop a little. I was thinking of something else to say, but nothing was coming to mind I grabbed some cheese, and some milk and put them into the cart.
“You don't ever try to meet any of the guys do you? I mean that's not a consideration is it?”
Alisha didn't answer right away. Her head went back down and I waited for her response. I knew she would eventually give it.
“I want to. I know I shouldn't because it's dangerous, and I always tell the guys that I can't. But they keep asking, and I don't want to keep telling them no.”
“Do they live close?”
“Not real close no. Like I said I try to keep it far enough away that it won't come back to haunt me, but some of them have money and they've offered to come to wherever I live. Like I said I don't tell them my name, or even what city I live in.”
“Wow,” I said.
“Is that bad?” She asked.
It was pretty bad. I couldn't deny that. My daughter was suggesting that she wanted to let older guys that she had never met before come to our town so that she could meet them and give them sex. She was only thirteen years old. I couldn't help but to understand at that point why there were so many people that were fooled by those T.V. Shows. To catch a predator, or any of the other set ups. I always wondered how these guys could be so stupid as to fall for that. Now I knew. They fell for it because sometimes it wasn't a set up. Sometimes the girl on the other end of the conversation really was a thirteen or fourteen year old girl that really did want to have sex with them.
“It's risky Alisha. I'm not going to bullshit you. If you were to sneak out and meet one of these guys then you would be completely at their mercy. If they decided to do more than have sex with you then there would be nothing you could do about it.”
“Yeah, I know. That's why I haven't done it.”
I was relieved to hear that she hadn't made that leap. It made me feel a lot better.
“But what if you were there?”
I didn't see that one coming. Not one little bit.
We had made it to the meat department, and the bulk of my shopping would be done there. I started to pick out a variety of burgers and steaks and roasts. I am a single guy, what can I say.
I really loaded up on the sausages. There's nothing better than a brat cooked on a grill.
“Is that even a possibility?” She asked. “You could watch if you wanted?”
I couldn't believe my ears. Did she just say what I thought she said, and was this really happening or did I have a heart attack, and was lying in a hospital bed in a coma or something. I mean these were things that you read about or saw on some whacked out T.V. Station.
“At this point Alisha. I don't even know. This is all coming way too fast. We need to take this a little slower. I mean you have been doing this for months. I'm stepping in today. Catch me?”
She smiled. “Yeah. I catch you just fine. Sorry.”
“It's okay. I mean don't get me wrong kiddo. I actually do like the fact that you are having a great time. It's what being young is all about, and I”m not trying to slow you down. Sounds like you have your head about you so I”m on your side. Got it.”
She smiled and nodded. Then she kissed me on the cheek.
“What was that for?”
“For getting it. For not freaking out. For not thinking I'm a stupid slut or hating me. For being you. Mom was an idiot for leaving you.”
I smiled at her and she smiled back.
“Did you notice that stocker guy?”
I had been so focused on shopping and talking to her that I forgot about people watching. I casually looked around pretending to wonder where some grocery item was and spotted who she was talking about. There was a guy in his mid thirties or so, wearing an apron and pretending to shore up some dairy items.
“Okay I see him. What about him?”
“He's pretty much been following us since just after the old guy thing happened.”
“Yeah. I bet if we separated he would come up and talk to me.”
“Okay. What's your point.”
“I don't know. I have a pretty good sense about what guys will try to do, and I think he will try something. I don't know what, but ifyou don't mind I kind of want to find out.”
“Your kidding right?”
“You regretting any of this yet,” the voice in my head said, making its return entrance. “I mean now she wants to try and run off with a grown assed man and do God knows what. You gonna let her?”
The truth was that if it had been five years earlier and if I had been with my ex wife and she was wearing that tiny assed mini-skirt and the low cut blouse I would have been all for it. My ex wife was a looker for certain, and if she had been willing to come to the gorcery store dressed like that and had asked for my permission to go off into the back room with a guy that she had never met before I would have held the door for her. Especially if I was allowed to watch.
I couldn't really explain why that was, but the idea sent chills down my spine even to that day. Watching my ex wife fuck another guy, especially if she screamed with passion, was my biggest fantasy. Call me stupid or whatever but I loved the idea.
This was my daughter though, and yet the idea did have at least some appeal to it. It was perverted and animalistic—carnal even. I didn't think I was ready to let her go too far though. I might be able to let her do something, but not out and out fuck him.
“You can't leave the sales floor,” I said. “No matter what. You have to promise me that.”
She hesitated, which meant that was exactly what she had in mind.
“Okay then. Go start grabbing me some different stuff. So far we haven't gotten shit done as far as shopping. Grab a couple things and report to me. Then you can go get some more stuff. That way I know that you are not going too far overboard, and you can keep me posted on where this is going.”
“Okay I guess that'll work.”
Alisha disappeared down one of the aisles and I went back to looking for more items. With our conversation out of the way I could focus a little more on the shopping.
The stock guy must have suddenly remembered some other task that he had to do because as soon as Alisha was gone he left too. I didn't like the idea that I couldn't see either one of them, and I immediately wanted to reconsider, but it was too late. My only hope was that she would stick to our agreement.
I grabbed plenty of buns and bread, and then headed over to produce. I added a variety of fruits and vegetables. I loved the produce department, and I ended up filling a quarter of the cart from there, before Alisha finally came back around for her first trip.
“Oh my God dad. He's so forward it's incredible.”
“Yeah. I'm loving it. Within the first minute he told me how hot I looked, and soon after that he actually had the balls to ask if he could see my tits.”
“What did you do?”
“I lifted my shirt and showed him of course,” she said with her wicked smile.
“Nope. Okay. I'm going back to see what else happens.”
I was just about to try and put a stop to it, but she was off like a flash. She didn't run, but she was walking fast, and I couldn't help but to notice that her skirt was so short, and was so flimsy that it bounced up with every step. Every time it did the bottom part of her butt cheek would flash into view. It was a little too over the top, and I knew right then that I wouldn't let her wear that in public again. It was just too damned short.
I did my best to keep my mind on shopping but that wasn't easy. I headed over to the cereal aisle because I knew we needed that. I happened to pass by the aisle that Alisha was in on my way there. Alisha was picking up some canned goods and Mr. Ballsy was on his knees next to her. He was pretending to straighten the shelves, but just as I was passing he reached up and began to caress Alisha's ass. She stood there and let him do it. I stopped at the end of the aisle and watched for a second as he continued to fondle her. He stroked up and down her leg first, and then I watched as his hand disappeared beneath her skirt. The dummy didn't even look to make sure he wasn't being watched. His hand reappeared and went back to straightening, and I moved on.
I got to the cereal aisle, and picked out a couple granola cereals for me. I got the each of the kids their favorites, and added them to the cart. I was just turning the cart around when Alisha came back into view with some canned items in her hand.
“He saw that you caught him,” she informed me. I could tell by her voice that she was eating this up.
“What did he say?”
Ar first he panicked. He thought for sure that you were going to freak out, and call the police or something. I told him not to worry about it. That you already knew what was going on.”
“You told him that?”
“Yeah. He got real quiet for a second. Then I asked him if that weirded him out. He said a little, but it was better than the cops getting called.”
“So it's all done then?”
“What do you mean. Not exactly.”
“He asked if you would let him take me into the back room.”
“We already discussed that.”
“I know,” she said. She was shifting from side to side. Almost as if she had to pee. “I told him only if you were allowed to watch.” She cringed down as she said the last couple of words, and waited for my response.
I thought about it. I actually pictured what it would look like to see this man thrusting himself into my daughter as I stood before him and watched it happen. I had fantasized about doing just that a hundred times before, but only it had been my wife on the receiving end of the fornication. The truth was that I wanted to watch someone I loved getting drilled like a little slut. Did it really matter if it wasn't my wife.
“Please daddy. I really really want to do this. I can't think of a better way to lose my virginity for real. Having a total stranger do me right in front of you. I mean I couldn't dream up anything better.”
Her little speech actually worked. I was close to the edge, and she pushed me over it.
“Fuck it. I guess you only live once.”
She hugged me and thanked me and kissed me on the cheek.
“Go back over to produce and wait for us. Then follow us when we go through the door. When we get into the back just watch. No matter what happens just let it happen. Promise?”
“Huh? Now wait....”
“He won't hurt me. Just promise me.”
“All right. I guess. If it gets too....”
“Just promise me.”
She walked off and I followed her instructions.
I waited for two or three minutes before the two of them came into view. Alisha looked tiny walking there next to him. He was over six feet tall, and had some stature to him. He had brown hair and wasn't unkempt, but he wasn't perfectly groomed either. He wasn't an ugly man, but he wasn't a hunk either. I wasn't sure what it was that had her so worked up, but I guess it didn't matter. It was probably just his age. He was only about five years or so younger than me, and I assumed that she had a some kind of daddy fantasy that she was about to live out.
Alisha looked like she was on cloud nine as they walked up. They didn't come to me though. They went to the set of double doors off to my right, and walked through. I left my cart, and followed.
The back room was not a neat and orderly place. It wasn't pleasant to look at. It looked more like a dungeon than anything. The building was very old and in the back the age showed through. Whoever owned the place must have been a pack rat, because their were boxes upon boxes of non grocery related items stacked nearly to the high ceiling.
The back was lit with fluorescent lights, but half of them were burnt out so the lighting wasn't the greatest. The stock guy led us far into the back and into a narrow alcove. When we got back there he stopped and turned to me.
“Nobody ever comes back this far and there are no cameras so it's safe,” he said.
I nodded but didn't say anything.
He grabbed some cardboard and laid it on the floor. Then he turned to Alisha, reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She willingly followed his lead and let him remove her shirt. Then he bent and pulled her skirt down. It dropped to her knees, and she stepped out of it.
He stepped in close and bent, putting his face to hers, and they started kissing. They opened their mouths wide and kissed sloppily and eagerly. Alisha had her eyes closed, and immediately started to moan into his mouth. She kissed him ferociously and he returned her passion.
Without warning he pulled away, placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her to her knees, then he unzipped his zipper, and pulled himself out. He wasn't huge by any means. I guess about eight inches so he was above average. He was fully erect and ready to go.
Alisha greedily took him into her mouth and he guided her head with his hands. He didn't yank and wasn't violent about it, but he took the lead, and she let him. He made sure to guide her a little further in each time, and before long I could see her throat bulging out as he hit the back of her throat. After a few minutes he pushed in and held her head there, and I could see Alisha working not to gag. He pushed a little harder and I watched as the bulge in her throat went deeper.
He pulled out, and Alisha immediately turned her head to the side and puked. She heaved for a second, and when she was done she went back for more.
“Good girl,” the man said. “I like that you don't give up.” he started fucking her face again.
I couldn't help it. He was being rough on her, but she didn't seem to mind. As long as that remained the case I knew that I wouldn't stop it. I had become fond of rough sex myself. I always admired a woman that knew how to take it, and I found myself craving more of the same.
“You've raised a very naughty little girl daddyo, and I thank you for that.”
I didn't know what to say so I said nothing.
“You like being a little slut don't you?” he asked her. She nodded into his dick but kept sucking.
“Do you like fucking strangers that are a lot older than you?”
Again she nodded. He pulled her head off of him and spit in her face.
“What? I can't hear you slut?'
“Yes sir. I like fucking guys that I don't even know. It's all I'm good for. I want my pussy to be used for what it was intended for.”
“Good girl,” he said.
“You hear that dad?”
“You want to watch me fuck her now?”
The truth was that I wanted to watch a lot of things. I could sit there and watch the action all day, but I knew there wasn't time for that. My other two kids would only be entertained for so long, and my dick was so hard that it was throbbing, and it actually started to hurt. I wanted to watch him fuck her, but I also wanted to fuck her myself.
I nodded yes.
He lifted her up and set her on an old floor machine. It may not be the most comfortable thing to lay on but it was about the right height. He spread her legs and started to position himself. I came for a closer look. I really wanted to watch it sliding into her.
He was a little more careful with her pussy than he had been with her mouth. I watched as Alisha did her best to relax herself and allow him to enter her. It was a tight fit, and I was sure that she was stretched about as far as she could be, but he slid himself slowly into her and started to fuck my precious little girl.
Alisha wrapped her legs around him and began to moan.
“Oh God daddy. This feels so fucking good. Thank you. Oh God Thank you for letting him fuck me.”
I came in closer. I couldn't help but to get into it.
“You like fucking this strange old man?”
“God Daddy Yes. I want to be fucked. I love to be fucked!”
I spit in her face myself.
“That's because it's all your good for! For being fucked. It's what your meant for because your a little slut.”
At first my words surprised her. She looked at me quietly.
I was just starting to think that I had went too far. That I had opened my mouth and stuck my foot so far in that I had damaged my daughter for good. I was just about to apologize to her, because the last thing I wanted was for my daughter to think I hated her or something.
“Say it again daddy! I just came when you said that!”
“All you are good for is being used by men! You are a hot little piece of meat, and what guys want is to fuck you and that's all they want from you. It's your job to let them.”
“OOOooooohhh.... Shhiiit! Daaa'aaaddyy! That's sooo fucking hot. It's true though... fuck me Mister stock guy. Fuck the shit out of my little whore pussy!”
the stock guy leaned back and grabbed her legs, spreading them wide, and he began to pummel her tight littl twat like ther was no tomorrow.
I decided to help out. I reached down, and began to play with her clit while he fucked her.
“Oh Goddammit Daddy....”
I slapped her pussy for her, and spit in her face again.
“Ooooh Shit.... Again!”
I slapped her again, and then spit on her one last time. My mouth was starting to dry out, and I didn't think I could come up with any more spittle.
“I'm coooooming daddy! OOOOOHHHH SSSHII'IIT!”
Alisha closed her eyes, and her body began to quake as the stock guy continued to slam himself into her.
As soon as she was done she bucked a little, slid down and positioned herself in front of him.
“Come on my face!”
He didn't need any more than that to set him off. He immediately began squirting come onto her face. She ate some, but she seemed to intentionally try to get most of it on the outside of her face.
When he was done with her he zipped himself up, and left without a word.
Alisha stood there, and continued to guide come and spit into her mouth as it dripped down.
“How do I look?”
I was a little confused about the question. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that I want to walk out and leave it on my face, but I don't want it to be too obvious.”
I began to wipe the largest globs away. I directed most of it to her mouth like she had been doing. Once I had it so that there were no more huge globs I shrugged to her.
“Lick your fingers.”
I gave her a dumb look.
I shook my head no, but followed her request. I had never tasted come before, and I never imagined in a million years that I would taste another man's. I couldn't place it. It didn't taste like anything I had ever tasted before, but it wasn't horrible. Just slimy.
Alisha started to get dressed, and I felt my heart sink. I still hadn't had a chance to try her out for myself. I knew at that point that I really wanted to quite badly. I knew that I eventually would but I was beginning to get impatient.
I had learned something important about Alisha though. She didn't just do things....
When she set her mind on something she definitely shot for the moon.