Candy's Daddy

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Candy’s Daddy By Cherry Lee

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Chapter One Candy tugged the bodice of her waitress uniform down and pushed her tits up higher. Didn’t matter. There wasn’t enough there to ever make decent cleavage. But even the illusion of more boobs made better tips Giving up on her pathetic décolletage, she leaned over the sink and gazed into the mirror as she traced her mouth with pink. She pressed her lips together and pursed them at her reflection. A pretty brown-eyed girl with bubblegum pink lips kissed back at her. A quick brush of her long, brown hair and she was ready to go back to work. She pushed through the bathroom door into the noisy, steamy, crowded atmosphere of Jake’s Place on a Saturday night. “Table three’s calling for another round. Get your ass in gear!” Bets yelled as she hurried past with a drink-laden tray. “I’m coming. It won’t kill them to wait a minute.” Candy drew a long breath and headed back into the fray, counting the hours until close. In hard economic times beggars couldn’t be choosers. She was lucky to have any job and she made damn good tips at Jake’s, but Christ how she’d like to go out back and have a smoke. Or even better, pretend to be sick and go home early. The group of young guys at the table she’d neglected showed their annoyance with surly arrogance, demanding a round and when she returned with the drinks, claiming they’d all switched their drink orders and she’d gotten it wrong. When Candy went back to the bar with the rejected drinks, the bartender gave her shit, too. Pissed off and flustered, she swore under her breath as she waited for the fresh drinks.

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“Hard night?” The man sitting on the end of the bar had a deep drawl that sent a little thrill through her. Candy glanced over at him and was caught in his dark, deep gaze. She scarcely noticed the rest of his appearance his eyes so fully captured her attention. “Uh…yeah. Table three. Bunch of frat boys with delusions of royalty.” The man glanced over at them. “I know the type.” Once his eyes had released their grip on her, she was able to take in the rest of him. He was a big man with broad shoulders, not overly good-looking but not unattractive either. His hair was a lighter brown than those profound eyes. But oh, that voice and those eyes alone were enough to get her into bed. If he only knew. He focused on her again and Candy stopped worrying about whether the rejected drink order would be subtracted from her tips. She stopped thinking about the bills she was behind on, her broken car at the mechanic’s shop, and her job that barely put food in her cupboards. She leaned her elbows on the counter and smiled at the stranger. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.” “You know all the customers?” he smiled. “We do have a lot of regulars. And I’d remember you.” She heard her voice go flirty and breathy. She sounded as if she was about twelve instead of twenty-five. “You would? What’s memorable about me?” “Your eyes,” she admitted. “They…” Look inside me? See my soul? Such poetic pretension wasn’t her style. “They’re kind. You seem like a caring sort of person.”

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“I kiss babies and puppies on a regular basis,” he quipped. “You know, a guy prefers to hear that he seems dangerous, wild, sexy. ‘Kind’ isn’t exactly hot.” “It is to me.” She leaned forward farther, letting him get a look down her tank top at what little she had to offer. Sal, the bartender slapped the last of her drinks on the tray. “Jake’s going to hear about this fuck up. Booze ain’t cheap.” Candy glared at him, wanting to explain again those pricks were just messing with her, but Sal was already turning away, and he wouldn’t listen anyway. She picked up the tray and smiled at the man on the barstool. “Nice meeting you.” “But we haven’t met. I don’t know your name.” “Candy. I know it sounds like a stripper, but I’m named after my grandmother, Candace. What’s yours?” “Bob. When do you get off work, Candy? I’d like to see you when you’ve got more than a few minutes to spare.” Her eyebrows shot up. It wasn’t as if she’d never been hit on, but the speed with which he shot past the social charade and went straight to the heart of what he wanted surprised her. “A few more hours yet I’m afraid.” “That’s all right. I’ll hang around. I think you’re worth waiting for.” The way he said it and the way he looked at her made it much more than just a pick up line. She grinned. “Well, okay then. That’ll give me something to look forward to while I deal with these assholes.”

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He raised a cautioning finger. “Language, young lady.” His twinkling eyes belied his tone. Candy gave him a saucy wink then walked away, her hips swaying perhaps a little more than was necessary. The rest of her shift, Candy stole glances across the room or moments of flirting with Bob at the bar. She learned he’d moved to the city recently for a job as an account executive for a research and marketing firm. He liked hiking, sailing, bowling, reading, movies and concerts, and some of his interests coincided with hers. When she had a break, Bob went with her outside. As she lit up, he shook his head. “You know those things will kill you.” “I’ve heard it said.” She took a deep drag and let it go in a long, slow breath. Bob didn’t say anything else, but she could tell from his expression he didn’t find smoking sexy in any way. Her own pleasure in it diminished, as she realized she wanted him to find her sexy. Candy tossed the cigarette down and ground it underfoot. “I don’t need ‘em. I’ve been meaning to quit anyway.” “That’s good. I don’t mean to be a bastard, but the truth is I don’t date smokers.” He focused that intimate gaze on her once more. “And I’d like to date you.” “Yeah? Kinda quick on the draw aren’t you, pardner?” He shrugged. “I know what I want when I see it.” Right then Candy knew they weren’t going to pass go or collect $200 dollars. No casual dates leading up to bed, they were going straight to his house tonight. And with this guy it wouldn’t be a one night stand. She didn’t know how she knew all that, but

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instinct told her Bob was something special and her life would never be the same after tonight. The hours seemed to drag by until the end of her shift, but at last she hung up her apron, leaving Bets to close. Bob escorted her from the bar to the parking lot and for a moment they stood there. “You want to go for a cup of coffee or something to eat?” She was ravenous, but for something more than food. Candy shook her head. “Use your words,’ Bob teased. “What do you want to do?” “Go to your place,” she answered promptly, offering him as searing a look as he’d been shooting at her all evening. A smile transformed his somewhat somber face. “Good. But you shouldn’t go off with strangers. Best call a friend and tell them where you’re going.” “Yes, Dad,” she drawled, both irritated and touched by his paternal tone. He quelled her with a look. Candy took out her phone and called her roommate to tell her she might not be home. Bob gave his address and phone number for her to pass along to Deb. Candy hung up. “All safe and proper.” But she knew he was right about the dangers of modern dating, and the fact he considered her well being made her feel all warm and squishy inside. “My car’s in the shop. I’ve been taking the bus,” she told him. Bob nodded and ushered her to his car. He was a real gentleman, opening the passenger side door for her and even leaning across her to fasten her seatbelt. Candy enjoyed the chivalrous treatment. Most of the guys she dated didn’t offer that old world

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courtesy. Maybe she should’ve been happy to be treated like their equal. Wasn’t that what her feminist mother and grandmother had fought for? But there was a deep seated part of her that enjoyed being pampered and cared for and treated a little bit like a child. The cool leather of the car seat chilled the backs of her bare legs and its rich, scent tickled her nostrils. When was the last time she’d ridden in a vehicle that didn’t roar and shake and belch foul fumes? Gliding along in Bob’s luxury car was like floating on a cloud. “Nice car.” “Thanks. It was a perk with my new job.” “Nice perk. You must be really good at what you do for them to woo you like that.” He shrugged. “I suppose. But I don’t really want to think about work right now. Tell me more about you.” She crossed her legs then made a bit of a show of tugging down her skirt which rode way too high. She was pleased to note Bob’s attention on her bare legs and the flash of her black panties. “What you see is what you get,” she offered a not-so-subtle double meaning. “I’m just a girl trying to make ends meet at a job I don’t really like. I mean, it’s not like I dreamed of being a waitress when I grew up. But to tell the truth, I wasn’t all that motivated at school, never found a field that made me think, ‘I want to do that’.” “Do you have family?” Bob asked. “Yeah, my mom and Dad moved to Arizona a couple of years ago. I don’t see them much, but we have a good relationship—long distance. And I have a sister in

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North Carolina and a brother in Washington.” She laughed. “Everyone went somewhere but me. I grew up here and guess I’m staying here. I guess I’m not a fan of change.” “Nothing wrong with that. Some people like a comfortable nest.” Candy nodded vigorously, pleased that he understood. “That’s exactly it.” “So your family all moved away and left you behind. Does that ever give you a little bit of an abandoned feeling?” She looked at his well cut profile lit by the dashboard lights, his long fingers gripping the steering wheel. She wasn’t certain how she felt about this stranger poking around her psyche, but damned if he wasn’t spot on again. Candy hadn’t really acknowledged her feeling of loss, the sense that everyone she loved had moved on and left her behind. It was childish to feel that way. She was an adult, who should be competent to be alone, but sometimes she ached for someone to care for her and give her the sense of safety her family used to. Bob glanced over at her, waiting for her response. Candy shrugged. “Maybe. A little.” He smiled. “Hey, you’re talking to a guy who just moved to a new city. I know all about lonely.” His gently confiding tone sent surge of warmth through her. This was a nice guy, sweet, sexy, and a natural dominant, she could tell from the way he took charge. She imagined him giving erotic orders in that low, sexy voice and her pussy clenched hard. She swallowed and turned to look out her window. “Almost there?” “Almost.” Bob turned the car on a quiet street in the kind of upscale suburban neighborhood where all the houses sat well back from the road. The landscaping was

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professional, the street lighting ample. A sense of safety and privilege blanketed the houses. “Beautiful neighborhood,” Candy commented. “Very traditional atmosphere.” “I like it,” Bob agreed as he pulled into the long driveway of a Tudor-style house. “Maybe it’s a little old fashioned, but I like the sense of being part of a community of families.” He drove into the garage and the overhead door closed behind them, sealing them in for the night. Candy turned toward him, her heart pattering and her body tingling in anticipation. “So, Bob, now that you’ve got me home, what are you going to do with me?” **** Bob studied the young woman sitting in the passenger seat of his car. His heart pounded and his body tensed with anticipation. An inner voice repeated incessantly, She’s perfect. She’s exactly who you’ve been looking for. Candy’s petite form floating through the bar from table to table had first gained his attention. She was a slight, slender woman with long brown hair. When she’d come to the bar for more drinks, he’d been able to see her features more clearly. Her eyes were as wide and brown as a doe’s. Her nose was small and up-tilted, and her pouting lips were painted a glistening pink. She was adorable and he instantly desired her with the unreasonable passion of a man who’d been alone for far too long. Now, astonishingly, she was sitting here in his garage, asking him what he intended to do with her. Anything. Everything. And not only sex, although that was high

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on his wish list right now. He wanted to get to know Candy intimately, to find out if she was the special woman he’d been waiting for, to learn if she was open to all the kinds of play he enjoyed. He wanted to know if he’d finally found his little girl at last. But what he said was, “Well, to start with, why don’t we go inside and have a drink.” He got out and took a couple of deep breaths as he circled the car before opening the door for Candy. He took her hand to help her out and didn’t let go as he led her into the house. Her hand was so wonderfully soft and warm in his. She exclaimed over the size and the pristine state of his kitchen. “You must love to cook. Look at these.” She pulled away from him to run a hand over the copper bottoms of the pots hanging on one wall, setting them jangling. “I do,” he admitted. “It’s my hobby, and I’m a sucker for cooking shows, too.” Suddenly he knew how to break the ice and learn more about each other. “I’ll cook something for you now. What do you want to eat?” “Really?” Her beautiful eyes grew even larger. God, how he wanted to touch the fringe of lashes with his fingertip. “I don’t want to put you to any trouble.” “I told you, I love to cook and I rarely have an excuse to cook for anyone.” Bob took a frying pan off the wall and set it on the range. “An omelet,” he decided for her. It would be easily and quickly done so they could move on to the next portion of the evening. He quickly assembled the ingredients he needed. When Candy offered to chop, he urged her onto a high stool beside the counter. “You’ve been on your feet all evening. Rest and watch.” He poured her a glass of wine to sip.

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Candy kicked off her shoes and her bare toes curled around the bottom rung of the stool. He longed to pinch each pink-painted nail. She followed his gaze to her feet and smiled, a smug little smirk that told him she knew he was aroused by her bare feet. She flexed them once before clenching them around the rung again. “Now it’s your turn to tell about yourself,” she said. “Where did you live before you moved here?” “Tallahassee. And before that Cleveland and Denver. I’ve lived in a lot of cities, but I grew up in Cedarville, Wisconsin. So at heart I guess I’m a small town boy. I was an only child. Both my parents died quite young. Dad from a heart attack and mom in a car accident.” “I’m so sorry. That’s awful.” Her brows drew together in concern. He nodded, accepting her condolences. “It’s been years, but I still miss them. We were close, a very loving family.” He steered the conversation away from the somber topic as he refilled her wine glass. “I feel like I should be pouring you a glass of milk rather than wine. If you don’t mind my saying, you look very young to be working at a bar.” Candy laughed, a delightful, tinkling sound. “I get that a lot. I know I look about twelve, but I’m twenty-five. How about you? How old are you, Bob?” “A bit older. Thirty-nine. Does that bother you?” He held his breath, taken aback by how important her answer was to him. “Not at all. I like older men. In my experience, they know what they want and what they’re doing. I appreciate that.” She paused, sipped, and added, “I like a man who takes charge in the bedroom. It’s pretty hot.”

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Her admission of submissiveness was just what he wanted to hear. Bob probed a little further as he whisked the eggs to a froth. “Would you say you’re adventurous?” “Very.” She set the glass on the counter with a click and slid off the stool. “You?” “I can be.” He stopped beating the eggs and gazed down into her face, tilted up toward his. “Role playing can be fun.” “Yes indeed.” Candy grinned. “Disobedient serving wenches who deserve a whipping. Secretaries who ruin a big account and get spanked by their bosses. Naughty schoolgirls earning a punishment from the headmaster.” “Do all your fantasies center around punishment?” Bob set the bowl on the counter and reached out to stroke his finger from her throat up to her chin, tipping it higher. “Loving care can be sexy, too. Daddies taking care of their little girls.” His cock twitched just from saying the words. He swallowed hard and awaited her reaction. If she showed distaste, as many women did, he would gloss over the fantasy and move on to something else. Maybe repressed librarians waiting to be awakened But Candy’s eyes lighted up at the idea. “You like to play at being a Daddy.” Honey, I’d love to be your Daddy. Tonight. Tomorrow. Whenever and for as long as you’d like. “I think it’s kind of hot,” he admitted. “Not everyone does,” she said. “I’ve used my little girl voice before and just about driven men right out of bed.” He cleared his throat and murmured low. “Let me hear your little girl voice.” He stroked her throat with his finger again and felt the subtle vibration when she spoke.

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“I’m hungry, Daddy. Will you make something for me to eat?” The high, breathy request nearly made him come. “Absolutely, baby girl.” He closed the last few inches between them and pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss before pulling away. “But first, would you like to do something for me?” “What, Daddy?” Christ, the sound of her soft voice calling him that drove him crazy. He wanted to protect and cuddle her, to possess and ravage her. “Would you like to play a little game before I make your food?” She clapped her hands together. “I love games.” “In this one, Daddy will take some of his clothes off and you’ll play at sucking on a Popsicle.” “All right. That sounds fun. Shall we play right here?” “No. In the living room.” Bob put his arm around her shoulders and guided her from the kitchen to the other room. He sank down on the plush comfort of the sofa and pulled Candy onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled against him while he stroked her hair and told her what a good girl she was. Candy nuzzled into the side of his neck, rubbing her nose against his jaw. “Scratchy.” She giggled. “Daddy needs to shave.” He let her explore him with her mouth and hands, touching his face, his neck and rubbing her hand over his chest and shoulders through his shirt until he couldn’t stand it any more. His throbbing cock pressed hard against his jeans and he was desperate to feel her warm hand and wet mouth surrounding it.

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Bob grasped Candy around the waist and lifted her off his lap. “You should kneel in front of me for this game. Pretend the ice cream truck drove past. You begged me for money, but I didn’t have any change in my pockets so I had to say no.” Candy was a natural at role playing. She fell right into his story, drawing her brows together in a frown and jutting out her lower lip. “Daddy, why can’t I have ice cream. I want some!” “Honey, not today. I don’t have any money on me right now.” “But I want some,” she wheedled. “I have allowance. I could go buy it with my own money.” “Not today,” he said firmly. “The truck is gone now anyway. It’s too late. Besides, you have to learn you can’t always have your way.” “You’re mean.” “Do you want a spanking, Candy? Mind your tone.” “No.” She sounded exactly like a disappointed child. “This isn’t a very fun game.” Bob sighed. “Look. Maybe I have something that will make up for you not getting an ice cream cone. I have something that’s sort of like a Popsicle only not cold. Would you like to see it? And then if you want, maybe I’ll let you suck it.” Immediately her face brightened. Again she clapped her hands together. “Where is it? Show me.” Bob reached for his zipper and slowly drew it down. Beneath, he wore a pair of plain white briefs. The hard ridge of his cock was clearly outlined by the cotton fabric. “Why don’t you pull down my pants and see what’s underneath.” His voice was a gruff rasp he was so fucking turned on.

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Candy looked up at him from beneath her brows with an uncertain expression. She rubbed her hand up his erection and Bob felt he would explode. There was a damp patch on his underwear already. “Like this?” she asked, grasping his waistband and slowly drawing it down the length of his shaft until his cock bobbed free. It jutted toward her face, thick and meaty, the head a deep, mottled red with cum dripping from the slit. Candy grasped his cock in her fist and examined it as if she’d never seen one before. She gazed at the creamy white droplets on the head then ran her fingertip over it. Bob groaned and shifted. “Suck on it, sweetheart. See if you like the taste.” She looked up at him and nodded earnestly then stuck out her pink tongue and licked his cock from balls to tip. She wrinkled her nose. “Mm. Salty. Not like a Popsicle at all.” “No. Not quite. But you may get used to the flavor after you’ve sucked on it a while.” He patted her head. “And sweetie, Daddy really likes the way it feels. Will you do this for me?” “All right.” Candy suddenly cupped his balls in her hand and rolled them in their fleshy sac. “These are funny. What’s in there? Marbles?” “Those are my balls. You could lick them too if you want to, Daddies like that, too.” He blew out a breath and tensed, willing himself not to come the moment she put him in her mouth. This was outrageous—to reach this level of play so quickly with a woman he’d just met. This kind of thing didn’t happen. It was as if Candy had been made just for him. She’d waited all her life for him to find her.

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Now, she took his cock in one hand and brought the head to her mouth. For a moment, she looked up at him as she tapped it against her pursed lips. She was so beautiful it made him ache. Then she opened her mouth and drew him inside her heat and wetness. As she engulfed him, he groaned and his head dropped back against the couch. Through half-lidded eyes, he watched her suck him. Her lips stretched around his girth and her cheeks hollowed as she took him deep. He felt his cockhead hit the back of her throat and she gagged a little before pulling back. Candy looked up at him, her brown eyes wide and innocent while her mouth and tongue did wicked things to his cock. The wet sounds of her mouth and the soft whimpers she made as she bobbed her head up and down were too much for him. Coupled with her briskly moving fist pumping him, they drove him to the edge of orgasm in a few minutes. “Almost there,” he grunted as he thrust his hips. His body was burning. The excitement of the moment was almost too much. Blood rushed through his veins, engorged his cock, surged in his brain until he was just one great pulsing muscle of need. “Daddy’s gonna come now. Do you want to taste the cream?” Candy pulled off him. “Uh-huh.” “Stick out your tongue then.” She obeyed. Like a child expecting a piece of candy, she jutted her little tongue from her mouth. Bob groaned again, louder, and cum spurted from his cock to land in droplets on her tongue, her lips and cheek. “Lick it,” he whispered. “Let me see you taste it.”

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Her eyes fell closed as she savored his taste and licked the sticky ribbons from her lips. When she was finished, one white blob remained on her cheek. Bob leaned forward and wiped it clean with his finger then offered it to her. Candy sucked his finger into her mouth, moaning as if it was the most delicious treat she’d ever tasted. “Mm. Good. I like the way you taste, Daddy.” Bob pulled her back onto his lap for another cuddle. He held her close, rubbing his hand up and down her back. Her head rested on his shoulder and he could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo. “That was really hot,” he murmured after a few minutes. “Thank you.” “My pleasure. I told you I like role playing.” “And now let me do something for you. I promised to make you a meal.” Candy lifted her head and looked up at him. “You know what. I’m not so hungry any more. But there’s something else you can do for me.” “Anything.”

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Chapter Two “I had a long hard day of playing, Daddy. Will you give me a bath and tuck me into bed?” Candy begged. She was only partially playing at the role. She really did want to be pampered and cuddled right now. And she wanted to feel her new Daddy’s big hands moving all over her naked body. Her instinct had told her Bob was something special and it hadn’t led her astray. Although many men liked to dominate, fewer liked to play the Daddy-daughter games she did. Finding a willing partner was like striking gold. “I would love to wash you and get you ready for bed,” Daddy said now, as he nudged her off his lap and stood. “Do you want me to carry you upstairs?” “Will you, please? I’m so sleepy?” She yawned and that was real, too. He lifted her in his arms. “You’re so little. You hardly weigh anything.” As he carried her upstairs, he hummed a little tune. She sighed and leaned into him, breathing in the masculine scent of his skin and the smoky odor from the bar infusing his clothes. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” “Sure.” He carried her to the bathroom, switched on the light and set her on the closed lid of the toilet while he drew the water for her bath. Candy looked around the room, decorated in deep green and brown. It was a very male room with a generous tub made to hold a big man’s body. She smelled the faint odor of his cologne from one of the bottles on the counter and it sent a thrill stitching through her. She was wired, her whole body edgy with excitement and arousal. Sucking him off as if it was the first time she’d encountered a cock was stirring. Now she eagerly

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looked forward to being bathed like a child and then receiving some very grown up stimulation in her Daddy’s bed. “Can you take your own clothes off or do you need my help?” he asked her. She rolled her eyes. “I’m a big girl. I know how to undress myself. Jeez.” With that, she rose and slipped off her top, her bra, her skirt and panties. She stared at him as he gazed at her body, taking in every detail of her slender form. His eyes glowed with pleasure and she preened inside. “Do you think I’m pretty, Daddy?” “You’re beautiful, darling. Come here now.” He held out his arms, sleeves rolled to the elbows, and she went to him. He lifted and set her down in the bathwater. It lapped around her waist, soothing and warm. “I should have some bath toys for you to play with.” “Maybe next time.” She smiled and her new Daddy grinned back. He dipped a washcloth, squirted body wash on it, and began to lather her up— her arms, shoulders, back, breasts and belly. Then he plunged below the water line, rubbing over her pussy. She wiggled and laughed. “That tickles when you touch me there. Do it some more.” He let the cloth float to the top of the water and washed her with his hand alone, rubbing and stroking her waxed pussy and then slipping his fingers between the lips. He leaned against the edge of the tub and looked into her eyes. “Do you like it when I touch you there? Does it feel good? Tell me how it feels.” “It sends sparkles through me,” she said as he tickled her clit. “It makes me feel funny low in my belly and it makes me ache between my legs.”

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Daddy slid his other hand up her belly and began to fondle her small breasts. He pulled on the nipples until it hurt and again he checked her reaction. “Do you like that?” “Pinch harder. Twist them,” she muttered. His eyes went wide. “Is that how a nice little girl talks? What do you say?” “Please. Please Daddy, pinch and twist my nipples.” Candy whimpered as he obeyed. She gasped and closed her eyes as his finger on her clit moved faster. “It feels so good. Oh, Daddy, I think something’s happening.” Immediately, his hands left her. “Not yet. Not here. I want you to wait, Candy.” Her eyes flew open. “Fuck, you’re torturing me!” Bob frowned as she broke character, and Candy realized he didn’t like little girls who changed the game part way through. She resumed her breathy, baby-doll voice. “Oh please, do more. I like this game very much.” “I will when it’s time. Right now we need to get you cleaned up and put in some pajamas. Of course, you forgot to bring your bag so you’ll have to use one of my Tshirts as a nightie for tonight.” Candy’s throbbing pussy subsided a little as he rinsed her, let out the water and dried her. He rubbed the thick towel briskly over her skin until it glowed pink. Then he sat on the toilet seat while she knelt before him and he brushed her hair. The feeling of the brush massaging her scalp and pulling the length of her long hair was wonderful. Candy moaned in pleasure. “I think I’d like your hair a little shorter, but still long enough to put in pigtails sometimes. That would be cute.”

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She opened her eyes and stared at the marble sink in front of her as he took another stroke with the brush. He was talking as if this relationship would last longer than a night. How had they come so far, so fast? But Candy knew he was right. This was more than two people having a wildly erotic night of role playing. There was something powerful growing between them. When he was finished with her hair, he led her naked, to his bedroom and rummaged in his dresser until he found a T-shirt for her to wear. Candy gazed with interest at the large, dark furniture that dominated the room. It was definitely a man’s room and she felt very small and feminine in it. She liked staying overnight with Daddy. He slipped the shirt over her head and the neck hole bared one of her shoulders. The hem fell past her knees. “Kinda big,” she said. “But I like wearing your shirt.” Daddy pulled back the covers and lifted her onto the bed. She watched as he stripped off all his clothes except his briefs. My goodness, there was a bulge in the front of them again. The Popsicle was back! Candy scooted over to make room for her Daddy. When he climbed in, the mattress dipped under his weight and she rolled toward him, giggling. He held her in his arms and nuzzled his face against the back of her neck, making her wiggle and giggle some more. “Stop tickling,” she begged. He kissed her then, pulling the shirt down her shoulder as he peppered her skin with kisses. Candy moaned and pushed her bottom back against him. She felt the hard ridge of his erection poking against her. “What happens now, Daddy? Show me.” She was breathless with excitement at the taboo nature of their play. A Popsicle blow job and fondling in the bath were one

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thing, but now that they entered the territory of penetration, the inappropriateness of the age play hit home. Candy didn’t know if she should stop the role playing and revert to her own persona at this point. “What do you want to have happen?” he asked. “I’d…I’d like to ride you like a pony. Would that be all right?” “Only if you want to. I would never make my little girl do anything she doesn’t want to do.” Candy glanced over her shoulder at him and grinned. “In that case. Will you please lie on your back and let me bounce on top of you. I’m pretty sure I’d like it.” Bob did as she bid, flopping onto his back. He reached out one long arm, grabbed a condom from the nightstand and quickly sheathed himself, then he waited for her to do what she wanted. “It’s very big,” she murmured, rubbing his shaft until he groaned. She climbed on top of him and lowered herself onto his cock, drawing him in inch by inch. Her knees were bent on either side of him and her hands pressed against his chest. Candy lifted her body up and sank back down, sighing at the fulfilling feeling of having him buried deep inside her. “Oh Daddy, I like the way this feels.” His hands gripped her hips, holding lightly, but letting her guide the speed. Candy rose and fell on him fast, building up friction that made her burn inside. “Oh yes, this feels so good.” Her tits wobbled as she bounced up and down and she let her head fall back as she groaned loudly. “Jesus,” he murmured. “Jesus, you’re amazing. Keep going.”

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The heat was so great she thought she’d burst into flames as her body slapped against his. His big cock filled her completely. She was a tiny thing perched on top of it, but so powerful with the pleasure she could give him. She dug her nails into his chest and clung to him as she cried, “Come on. Come, Daddy. Come.” And he did, with a shudder and a roar of ecstasy. The sound penetrated Candy and sent her spiraling out of control. “Fuck, fuck, fuck me!” she shrieked, her body thrashing and her hair whipping wildly around her face as she peaked. After her climax died away, she collapsed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her. “Was that good? Did you like the ride?” “Yes. I want to play horsey like that again.” She smiled and kissed his chest, so happy to be there, safe and warm in his embrace. “Why don’t you get some sleep now?” She was almost asleep when his voice roused her. Daddy slid her onto the mattress beside him and curved his body around her back. Oh, I could get used to this, was the last thought Candy remembered before she fell sleep. **** For breakfast the next day, Bob served her the omelet he’d never gotten around to making the night before. Breakfast in bed as though she were a queen, or a beloved little girl. They talked about the amazing experience they’d shared the previous night and decided to take their relationship more slowly from now on. “I don’t know if we should jump right into this,” he said. “The kind of scene we played was pretty deep. Not something to indulge in with no thought.”

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“You’re right. I’ve never…” Candy paused, searching for the right words. “I mean, I’ve played at Daddy-daughter scenarios a little bit with partners in the past, but to go into it full throttle our first time together. That’s pretty wild even for me.” “All right. So we’ll do some casual dating. Learn more about each other and see where it leads.” “Absolutely. Whatever you say…Daddy.” Candy gave him an impish grin. Bob grinned back. “It’s not going to happen is it. We’re lost.” And that was the last conversation they had about putting the brakes on. **** Candy didn’t have to work and, since it was a Sunday, Bob didn’t either so he took her shopping. At the mall he bought her babydoll pajamas, virginal white nightgowns and plain white underwear and bras. She tried on black patent leather shoes, saddle shoes, and white knee socks. A blazer with insignia and pleated skirt--a uniform from a local private school, completed her schoolgirl ensemble. They purchased headbands and hair ribbons and Candy got a new haircut-barely shoulder length, light and bouncy. The cut made her appear more childlike than ever. It was the first time she’d been glad to be flat-chested and youthful looking. She was perfect for the part of Daddy’s girl. Then they went to a sex shop to purchase more unique articles. Old fashioned pantalets with ruffles on the backside. Oversized little girl dresses that ended way up her thigh so her ruffles showed. There was no question that she’d go back to Bob’s house that night. Candy called her roommate to tell her not to worry about her and then she dressed in the

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school uniform. When she went back downstairs, Bob was working on dinner in the kitchen so she stepped outside for a smoke. It had been nearly eighteen hours since her last one and she was desperate for a nicotine fix. Candy stood on the patio by the slider doors, gazing across Bob’s beautifully emerald green back lawn. She’d just taken a deep drag of smoke when the patio door opened and Bob stepped out. “Smoking? Daddy doesn’t approve. It’s bad for little girls.” He frowned and she knew he wasn’t really playing. Taking on the role of a teenager acting out, she shrugged and blew wisps of gray. “I’m not a kid anymore, Dad. You can’t control me. If I want to smoke, I’m gonna do it. Do you want it to be behind your back?” “Young lady, you’re not going to smoke. You’re going to obey me or be restricted to your room.” “I don’t have a room. I sleep in your room, remember?” she drawled. He grabbed her wrist, hard enough to hurt and plucked the cigarette from between her fingers. Casting it on the ground, he stepped on the butt. “I won’t have this kind of behavior. You’re not too old to put over my knee.” “Oh what, so you’re gonna spank me now? I don’t think so.” Funny but it began to feel real as she layered on the teenage attitude. She found herself pissed off. Who was this man to tell her she had to stop smoking? They’d known each other less than a fucking day. They were role playing. This wasn’t reality and he had no right. “I’m only saying this because I care about your health. I would hope you’d be reasonable enough to see that.” The coolness of his tone was enough to chasten her a

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little, but she was still fairly pissed as she jerked away from him and strode into the house. “Fuck you!” she shot back over her shoulder. Her Daddy caught up with her and seized her wrist again. “You can provoke all you want. I’m not going to lose my temper but I am going to punish you. I won’t have that kind of foul language in my house.” Candy struggled, but this time he didn’t let go. He pulled her into the living room and pushed her face down over a large ottoman. His hand gripped the back of her neck, keeping her pinned. She squirmed, but his strength was too much for her. Daddy lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear. She held her breath as the cool air touched her ass and she waited for the first blow. Her breasts were crushed against the footrest and her face pressed into the rough material. She heard the sharp crack of flesh on flesh almost before she felt the sting on her bottom. “Ow!” she cried and struggled harder. “Let me go.” “Candy, the more you fight me, the longer this will go on. You need to learn a lesson about obedience. I’m not out to hurt you. Everything I do is because I care about your well being.” Smack. The hand hit her again, setting her buttocks jiggling. Blow after blow slapped her bare flesh in a steady rhythm. The stings grew harder and her backside glowed with heat from the blood rushing to it. Even as she cried and protested, Candy was completely aroused by the treatment. Her pussy lips were swollen and pliant as she creamed onto the ottoman. Her cheek grated against the rough upholstery fabric. All of

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her exposed skin felt abraded as if she was lying on sandpaper. She wanted to be fucked so badly she thought she might beg for it. “You will stop smoking,” Daddy demanded, “and you will no longer use foul language. Do you hear me?” “Yes, sir,” she replied, her voice choked with tears. They trickled from her eyes and dampened the footstool beneath her head. “Very well.” The harsh blows stopped. Cool air kissed her burning cheeks and a moment later, Daddy’s hand caressed her backside very gently. She lifted into his touch like a cat being petted. For a moment, his hand slipped between her legs and fondled her soaking wet pussy. “You are a horny girl, aren’t you?” His tone was affectionate and she was grateful that his disappointment in her had been brief. “I am. I can’t help it.” “You’d probably like me to ease your aching pussy.” He massaged her plump lips and rolled his finger along her seam. More tears slipped from Candy’s eyes at the exquisite pleasure. “Please,” she begged. “But then your punishment would turn into a reward. I don’t want you acting out just to get my attention. So you will remain like this, with your bottom in the air, for ten minutes. Then you will come to the dinner table and eat your meal like a proper young lady. You will receive no sexual relief tonight. In fact, I want you to think about this tomorrow while you’re at work. Remember what happens to girls who disobey their Daddies. But you will not come. Not until I say you may.”

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God, just hearing him say “Daddy” made her want to come. Her body was throbbing with both pain and desire. One flick of his finger on her clit would put her over the edge. For that matter, one rock of her hips would scrape her clit and give her the release she needed. “Promise me.” His voice was rumbling thunder. “Promise you’ll do as I say and only come on my command from now on.” Ooh, “command” was another word that set her on fire. “I promise. I won’t come unless you tell me to.” She wiggled her bottom in the air, hoping for another pat or another slap. She’d happily take either one so long as he was touching her. But Daddy turned away, leaving her to ponder her transgression. She’d been such a naughty, bad girl and now she saw the error of her ways. **** Bob returned to the kitchen, but he gazed at his girl in the living room with her reddened butt cheeks raised in the air. She looked so smoking hot he thought he’d go berserk if he couldn’t plow into that sweet ass right then and there. It was criminal how good she looked in the school uniform—blue blazer, plaid skirt, knee socks and saddle shoes and a completely bare bottom, bright red from his spanking. Sure the outfit was a cliché but men found the image hot for a reason. Girlish innocence on the cusp of sexual maturity was a profoundly erotic thing. He considered his need to be Candy’s Daddy and what it said about him. When he’d first realized his predilection for that kind of age play, he’d read all he could find about it—half afraid he was a pedophile closeted even from himself. But what he’d learned was that it wasn’t uncommon for adults to eroticize some aspect of childhood

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and for other adults to enjoy the role of caretaker in that scenario. It didn’t mean he wanted to dominate a real little girl—not at all. He was very clear on the fact that he wanted a grown woman to become his little girl. And now, as his gaze traveled over Candy sprawled over the ottoman, he knew she was the one he wanted. But it was a tricky thing they were embarking on and he knew it was moving too fast. They needed to establish ground rules, safe words, a framework in order to make certain they were both on the same page. He would discuss that with her over dinner. But first he’d enjoy the sweet sight of her subjugation while he cooked. When dinner was ready and Candy’s ten minutes of punishment was over, Bob called her to come to the table. She rose somewhat stiffly and reached behind herself to rub her sore cheeks before stooping to pick up her panties from the floor. “You don’t have to wear those. Come as you are and sit down.” How compliant she was as she instantly responded to his order. Candy had said she’d played BDSM scenes before and he could see she was a natural sub. She slid into the chair across from him, barely meeting his eyes as she reached for her fork. “Candy, I think we should talk before we play this out any farther. It’s a little early in our relationship for me to start reprimanding or punishing you when we haven’t even clarified how much is pure play and how much we want to be real.” She looked up at him at last, her cheeks flushed with either embarrassment, anger or desire. “I agree. I have to tell you, I was really quite annoyed when you made me put out my cigarette, but oddly enough I was also touched you were thinking about my health. And I have to admit that the spanking turned me on, as you knew it would.”

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She poked at her broccoli. “But it’s important to figure out where the game roles leave off and our real personas begin.” “We’ll set a safe word and talk about some guidelines.” He paused, half afraid to say the rest of it in case she turned him down. “That is, if you want to keep seeing each other.” Her buoyant grin was back, lighting her eyes and waking the dimple in her left cheek. “Do you have to ask?” “Actually I do. That’s my job as the dom, to make sure we’re in agreement about things. Do we want this to be a one time thing, an occasional hook up, or something more?” “As far as I’m concerned, Bob, this is something much more. Sounds crazy when we’ve only just met, but I feel such a sense of…coming home with you. Something I’ve never felt with anyone before.” And I with you, my little girl. He nodded. “I feel the same way. So, all right then. Let’s hammer out the details.”

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Chapter Three They’d agreed—again—to try to start slow, maintaining separate lives and seeing each other a few times a week. But it wasn’t long before Bob was setting up his spare room as a little girl’s bedroom. He replaced the neutral tones with a lot of pink and bought a bright flowered comforter for the bed. He let Candy help decorate since it was to be her room when she stayed the night. Which wasn’t to say she wouldn’t end up crawling into her Daddy’s bed before the night was over, but this gave her a space of her own to retreat to when she wished. Getting into the girlish spirit of unicorns and kittens, Candy chose items that would further the illusion of a child’s room. A plush, chenille rug covered most of the floor. Stuffed animals and dolls littered the bed. A happy face nightlight plugged into one outlet. Her collection of dresses and frilly outfits filled the wardrobe, waiting for Daddy to pick one out and help her dress in it. “Do you like taking it this far?” Bob asked her. Candy was adamant that she was into the whole scene. “I can always stay at my apartment if I’m not in the mood,” she remarked one time when he asked her opinion on whether a toy box would be too much. “Hey, I don’t want you to feel we have to age play every time you come over. There are plenty of other scenes we can do,” he reminded her. “Or we can simply be ourselves. Hang out like that.” Candy turned to him with a wry smile. “I’m beginning to think this is myself. I feel so relaxed when I slip into my little girl mode. I mean, surly teenage hottie is great, too, but I’m happiest when I’m very young and you’re taking care of me.”

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“So am I.” He slipped his arms around her and pulled her close, breathing in her strawberry scent. “I love taking care of you. And hey, we can keep some pretty adult ‘toys’ in that toy box if we want to.” As Candy stayed over more and more often, Bob enjoyed laying out her clothes and giving her guidance about what she should do that day. On work days she had to adopt her capable waitress façade. She put on the tank top and skirt that were the unofficial uniform of waitresses at Jake’s Place, but underneath, he told her to wear her ruffled pantalets to remind her she was still Daddy’s little girl. He liked to think of her going about her work, flirting with customers, playing the waitress, while all those men were ignorant of who Candy really was. Bob had a love-hate relationship with the idea of Candy and other men. A deepseated part of him wanted to keep her completely for himself, pure, childlike, innocent and completely his, but images of her blowing other guys kept haunting him. He pictured her hooking up with a customer at the bar, taking him into the back room and pulling down her ruffled pantalets so he could fuck her. The thought enraged and aroused him. His conflicting feelings made him grow a bit short with Candy for no good reason and one evening she confronted him about it in her own unique way. Bob arrived home from a frustrating day of work to find his girl waiting for him dressed in a Shirley Temple style dress with layered petticoats that made it puff out all around her. Her lovely legs were naked but for a pair of white anklets, and her patent leather shoes gleamed. Candy had dressed her normally straight hair into a multitude of sausage thick ringlets that tumbled in wild profusion around her delicate face. The look

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was completed by a big bow gracing the side of her head and a red sucker clutched in her hand. She met him at the front door to take his briefcase and rose on her toes to give him a quick kiss that tasted of cherries. “Daddy looks tired. Was work hard today?” “A little.” She grasped his hand and pulled him over to the couch. “I have a fun game that will make you feel better. Sit down.” Bob sat and Candy straddled his lap while she loosened his tie and helped him remove his jacket. She rubbed her crotch against his steadily growing erection and then acted as if she’d just discovered the anomaly in his trousers. It was a game he never grew tired of—her discovery and exploration of his genitals. “What’s this thing?” she prodded his bulge then cupped her hand around it. “That’s part of Daddy’s body. Not for little girls to touch.” He moved her hand away. Having her pester for more information was part of the game. But tonight, Candy simply turned around and sat on his lap facing away from him. Her abundant curls and the floppy bow filled his vision. “Put your legs out straight and I’ll show you my game,” she demanded. He obeyed, stretching his legs and making an incline. Candy sat on his lap, scraping her bottom against his swollen shaft as she pushed off and slid down his legs to the floor. Then she turned and looked up at him from down on her knees. “See. You’re my slide.” Bob held his arms out for her so she could climb back up and do it again. She dragged herself over him, inflicting agony on his cock before sliding down his legs.

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Again she looked up at him but with a frown this time. “You don’t make a very good slide.” He laughed, charmed as always by her silly games. “Come here, sweetie. Let me cuddle you.” Once more she climbed on his lap, but facing him and with her head nestled in the crook of his neck and shoulder. He sat quietly rocking her for a while, letting the tension of the day leech away. Candy’s breath blew warm against his neck. Her fingers toyed with the edge of his collar. “Want to tell me what’s bothering you?” she asked, and her voice deepened to a womanly tenor. “I’ve been feeling a vibe from you lately. Are you tired of this? Of me?” “No! Oh God, no.” He grasped her shoulders and pushed her away so he could look into her face. “It’s just that my work’s been stressful.” “And…” she prompted. “There’s something more. Something to do with us. I can feel it.” He inhaled and exhaled slowly. “It’s your work. I think about you there, getting hit on by guys and mistreated by your manager, and I don’t like it. What I’d really like is to keep you here all the time. Safe, protected and all mine. But we’ve only been seeing each other a couple of weeks. It’s too soon to ask for that kind of commitment.” “Uh, I think you just did.” She smiled. “You want me to move in and be your 24/7 sub?” “Yes.” He nodded. “That’s exactly what I want. How would you feel about that, giving up your autonomy and becoming a full time little girl?”

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Candy paused, considering. “I don’t know if I could act that role all the time. I’m still finding my way as far as being both a grown up and a childish version of me.” “We can work it out together. You don’t have to act full time. But I do want you to move out of your apartment and live here.” He paused and added, “If you want.” “I do. I’ve been hoping you’d ask me.” She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him hard. Bob held her, breathing in the sweet scent of powder and soap. He’d never been happier. His little girl was coming to stay permanently. At last Candy pulled away with a little wiggle of her bottom on his lap. “Now Daddy, about this thing in your pants. Can I see what it looks like?”

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Chapter Four Candy was excited. Her Daddy was throwing a party and two other Daddies were bringing their little girls to play. She was getting tired of spending so many hours alone in the house while Daddy worked. It would be nice to have friends over. She finished taping crepe paper and stood back to look at the room she’d decorated. With the colorful streamers and balloons, it looked like the best birthday party ever. There were gift boxes for all the children so no one would be left out. Daddy had said this was a birthday party for them all. Candy looked in the mirror, straightened her pigtails and pulled down her party dress, which kept riding up high to show her white underpants. This would be her first time playing with other girls like her. She wondered what the Daddies would do as they watched them and what kinds of things they might want the girls to play together. The naughty ideas that darted through her head excited her and made her underpants grow damp. She wanted to rub herself there, but Daddy had said “no touching” and so she kept her hands away from her crotch. The doorbell rang and she jumped. “They’re here!” she called. Daddy came from his office and went to answer the door. He welcomed his friend and introduced the black-haired man with a moustache to Candy. “This is Mr. Fischer and his little girl, Jane. Say ‘hello’, Candy.” She felt suddenly shy as she gazed at the beautiful girl with straight blond hair held back by a headband. Would Jane like her? “Hello,” she whispered. “Hi.” Jane didn’t look at her but around the room, and she didn’t let go of her Daddy’s hand.

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“Don’t be shy, Janie. It’s all right,” Mr. Fischer said. Knowing that Jane was nervous too made Candy feel bolder. “Want to come see my room and my toys?” Jane glanced up at her Daddy before answering. “Sure.” The two girls scampered off to play, their Daddies trailing after them and chatting about grown up things like “adjusting” and “role playing” and “regression”. Candy wasn’t really listening. Her attention was on her new friend, Jane. She showed the girl her dollhouse with all its tiny furniture. Then they climbed onto the bed and chose which stuffed animals were their favorites. “I have some special toys in my toy box,” Candy said. “I think you’ll like them.” She slid off the bed and knelt beside the box, opening the lid to reveal the toys she and Daddy kept for some of their special games. Jane lifted out a thick, black dildo. “What’s this?” “You can put it places, like in your mouth or down here.” Candy pointed at the place between her legs. “Do you want me to put it in you? It’s really neat.” “I guess so.” Jane looked doubtful. Candy leaned in and hugged her then gave her a soft kiss on the mouth. “Don’t be afraid. It’s a fun game. You’ll see. But first we have to take some of your clothes off.” She told Jane to climb onto the bed again and Candy took off her guest’s shoes and socks. She tickled Jane’s feet until the other girl giggled and squirmed. Then she sang the Itsy Bitsy Spider song as she crawled her fingers up Jane’s legs toward her panties. Jane laughed and rolled back and forth it tickled her so much.

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Candy flipped up the skirt of Jane’s embroidered party dress and pulled down her lacy pants. The other girl’s pussy was pink and pretty like rose petals. Candy slid her fingers in between the folds and touched her all over. Then she brought her fingers to her nose and smelled Jane’s musky scent and tasted it. Jane lay very still, tense and afraid. “I don’t think I want you to put that big thing in me.” Candy glanced at the doorway where their two Daddies leaned against the wall, watching them play. Oh, she could see how much they enjoyed this game. Mr. Fischer was rubbing his cock through his trousers. Her own Daddy’s eyes glittered. He looked as hungry as the Big Bad Wolf in the story. “It’s okay, Janie. Let her do it,” Mr. Fischer croaked. Jane looked at him with trust and adoration in her blue eyes. “All right, Daddy. If you say so.” Candy slid her fingers in and out of Jane’s pussy, stretching and widening it. Then she tickled Jane’s special little button and the girl began to relax. While she did those things, Candy sucked on the dildo, which tasted like licorice. One of the Daddies groaned he liked the way it looked so much. Now Candy brought the big dildo to Jane’s opening and pressed it inside. She watched the girl’s cunt wrap around the toy as Candy pushed it inside. The sight made Candy’s own pussy feel slippery and empty. She wanted something to fill her too— something like her Daddy’s special part. “Candy,” Daddy said softly. “Janie would like it if you lick her down there. Why don’t you do that?”

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She smiled at him over her shoulder and bent to obey, breathing in the strong scent of the other girl’s smooth pussy. She could see Jane’s body grasping at the dildo as Candy drove it in and out of her, and she could tell Jane was excited because her little red bud stood erect and because she was moaning. Candy spread Jane’s pussy lips with the fingers of her spare hand and leaned close to lick her cunt. Janie shuddered and whimpered. Candy liked the sound of her pleasure. She looked over at the two men and made a show of licking Jane like she was a desert. “Mmmm,” Candy moaned loudly. “You taste so good, Janie.” “Christ, that’s hot,” Mr. Fischer muttered, and when Candy glanced at him again, his cock was out of his pants and he was rubbing it fast. She continued to fuck Jane with the dildo and lick her pussy until the other girl cried out and jerked on the bed. “Oh, oh, oh, Daddeeeee,” she called out to him as she came. Mr. Fischer gave a strangled groan and his red cock head spurted white cream, just like her Daddy’s did when he was excited. Candy loved how their guests were enjoying the party. It made her pussy throb and ache and her little nipples go as hard as diamonds. She hoped that later, Jane would lick her and suck on her titties. After Jane was finished, Candy slid the wet dildo from inside her and licked it clean while she gazed into her Daddy’s eyes. She knew he wanted to take his cock out like Mr. Fischer had, but he kept it in his trousers, a big, thick bulge. Candy helped Jane pull her panties up and smooth down her dress. She put on her socks and tried to buckle her shoes, but it was too hard and Mr. Fischer had to

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finish for her. And just in time, too, because the doorbell rang again. Their last visitor had arrived. Candy was surprised when she went with her Daddy to answer the door. The child named Chris was not a girl but a boy. She hadn’t known there would be a little boy at the party. He was with his Daddy, Mr. Bryce. Chris was a tall boy, even taller than his Daddy. He had blond hair like Janie only darker. He looked at Candy and then down at his feet. “Come in,” Daddy Bob said. “Come and sit down and we’ll start the games.” The three Daddies sat on chairs, but their little ones sat on the floor near their feet. Janie sat close to Candy and held her hand. They were best friends now. Both of them stared uncertainly at the strange boy. Daddy Bob broke the awkward silence by getting the children to play games. They pinned the tail on the donkey and Janie won. She got a prize and the others watched her open a sparkly necklace that flashed lights. She put it around her neck. The played hot potato next and Chris was the first one stuck holding the ball so he was out of the game. He seemed happy to crawl over to his Daddy and lean against his knee. Mr. Bryce petted his head and leaned to whisper something to him. Chris looked up at him and his Daddy brushed his hair back from his forehead and kissed him tenderly. When the music stopped again, Candy was holding the star-spangled ball. Janie had won again. This time her prize was a huge, all-day sucker. She smiled and winked at her Daddy as she received it. “Let’s let the kids play on their own for a little bit,” Mr. Bryce suggested. “See what they get up to.”

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The men poured drinks at the bar and the little girls and boy sat looking at each other, trying to decide what to do. Candy felt like she should get things moving since it was her house. The dildo had been a big hit with Janie, perhaps Chris would like to play that kind of game too. She slid in close beside him on one side and Jane on his other side. Jane offered them all licks of her big sucker. “How old are you, Chris?” Candy asked. “I’m seven.” “Me, too.” “Do you live with your Daddy all the time?” He shook his head. “No. Sometimes I have to go to work and be a grown up.” “That’s too bad. How about you, Janie?” “I have a job, too.” Candy thought how lucky she was to be able to be a little girl all the time. She leaned close to Chris and whispered loudly, “Have you ever had a girl touch your winkie? Can Janie and me look at it?” “I guess so,” he mumbled. Candy exchanged glances with Jane then she reached for the zipper of Chris’s short pants. She pulled the zipper down and drew out Chris’s soft penis. It wasn’t nearly as impressive as Daddy’s, but she knew how to make it grow bigger. She rubbed her hand up and down until the shaft grew stiff and stood up straight. “Cool.” Janie stared at the boy’s erection. “Can I touch it?” His face was bright red but he nodded. Soon both girls were exploring his penis and balls, rubbing their hands all over him. Chris groaned and closed his eyes.

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“Want to see mine?” Candy asked, and without waiting for an answer, she flipped up her skirt and pulled down her underwear to expose her bare pussy. Jane followed her example, giggling as she grabbed Chris’s hand and placed it on her. “You can feel me there.” The three children touched one another, exclaiming at how different girls were from boys. Chris stroked both soft little pussies until the girls moaned and squirmed. Candy returned the favor by rubbing his penis until he began to shake. “Oh...I’m going to....” Cum shot from Chris’s penis onto Janie’s knee and she shrieked and scooted back. She jumped up and ran crying to Mr. Fischer. “Daddy, that boy’s nasty!” But Candy felt sorry for the little boy. She leaned in and kissed his cheek. “It’s all right. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She tucked his spent cock back in his pants and pulled up his zipper. Daddy Bob broke the tense moment by announcing it was time for cake and ice cream. Candy pulled up her pants and went to the table to await her treat. As she and the other children ate their desert, their child personas slipped and they talked a little about what had led them to their lifestyle. “I’m an air traffic controller,” Chris said. “I don’t need to tell you how stressful that is. But when I come home to Stan at night, I can put it all out of my head and just be his little boy. I’ve lived in dom/sub situations before and some of them were okay, but I didn’t know what I was missing until I found my Daddy.”

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“Exactly,” Jane agreed. “I figured everyone went around feeling a little lost and empty, that it was just part of being human. But my Daddy makes me so happy I’ve stopped taking Prozac.” Candy thought about her relationship with Bob, still so fledgling. She wasn’t completely certain of how deep her role went. Maybe it made a difference if a person maintained a job outside the house like these two did. “I’m enjoying the 24/7 thing so far,” she told the others, “but it’s a lot to adjust to. Sometimes I don’t know who or what I am any more.” Jane patted her arm. “You’ll find your way. Just trust in your instincts and in your Daddy. If you work together on this and communicate, you’ll be all right.” When the meal was over, the three resumed their play, working on a block city in the middle of the living room floor. Jane acted out again, pushing Chris and knocking over the building he was working on. Candy understood why. The girl wanted her Daddy to punish her while everyone watched. Jane got her wish. Mr. Fischer called her over to him and bent her over his knee. He bared her bottom and spanked her hard enough to make her cry. Watching Janie’s humiliation, made Candy so hot her pussy throbbed. Chris’s tickling of her clit earlier had relieved some of the pressure, but now she wanted to sit astride her Daddy’s cock and ride him hard. She was ready for the guests to leave. She went over to Daddy Bob and leaned against his leg, patting his thigh to get his attention. “Are you getting ready for a nap?” he asked. It was their signal to end the party if she’d had enough. Candy nodded.

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He tugged lightly on her pigtail. “All right, sweetie. We’ll wrap this up.” Daddy Bob passed out the party gifts, and the children eagerly opened them. Each received a beautifully illustrated picture book about age playing Daddies and their charges. The words describing the unique relationship were poetic, and the story ended with a statement about rejecting shame and feeling pride in the close, special relationship. Candy was so moved tears stung her eyes. She closed the book and looked up at her Daddy, who gazed lovingly back at her. Everything would be all right. She would adjust to her new life and let the old one slip away.

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Chapter Five Watching Candy explore sex with her little friends brought back to Bob the desire to see her with other men. He was still very conflicted about it. She was his little girl. He wanted to keep her for himself alone. Yet at the same time he had an overpowering urge to watch her interact with others. Finally he decided the only way to get past this stew of emotions was to let such a scenario play out. He brought it up to her one evening as she lay across his lap watching a movie. Bob tickled her bottom with his finger until she giggled and turned toward him. “Are you tired of this movie, Daddy? Do you want to play a game?” “I want to talk to you.” “What?” She sat up, her doe-eyes wide. “Have I done something wrong?” “No, not at all. I’d like to find out how you feel about something. About doing something.” “Anything you want. You know that.” “We haven’t discussed parameters as far as multiple partners. I’m thinking of something a little more intense than the play time with your friends we had the other day.” “Oh yeah?” Her grin was not that of a little girl. Her eyelids lowered and she tilted her head. “Tell me what you want.” “I thought I might have a few of my friends over. Maybe set up a scene where they’re frat boys and...” “...I’m the school slut. I get it. God—er, I mean, golly, it gets my nipples hard just saying it. I’ve fantasized about a gang bang but I don’t know what it will really be like.”

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“If you don’t like it, we can stop any time. I promise. You’re my girl. I wouldn’t let any harm come to you. I just want to...see you like that, surrounded by all those guys, all those cocks.” She swallowed. He noticed her nipples pebbling the smocked front of her nightgown. “I’d like to see that, too. I only want to make sure you won’t regret it later, start thinking of me in a different way. Maybe you’ll see me as a slut and not your little girl any more.” He shook his head. “Not going to happen” From agreement to scheduling the play party was only a matter of a week. Bob called some friends back in Tallahassee and invited them up for a visit. They dropped whatever other plans they may have had to come see him and meet his new girlfriend. Bob was in a state of semi-arousal for days. All of his regular play with Candy, while still stimulating, seemed like foreplay leading to the event. He fantasized about her servicing his buddies until it detracted from his work. Then he focused and forced the enticing images from his mind. It was good to see Dennis, Miguel and Frank again. Bob had chosen these old friends because he wanted to make certain they were men he knew very well and not some he’d only recently met in the local clubs. They caught him up on other friends and what was happening in the Florida scene. They didn’t all come from Tallahassee but lived near enough that they’d been part of the BDSM crowd there. The men discussed changing partners, jobs and lives and then they got down to the point of the gathering, talking about the scenario and what would happen.

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“I don’t want her hurt or uncomfortable. If she signals to stop, then it ends immediately,” he warned. “We get it, Bob. We’re not novices,” Miguel said. “He’s just being protective of his little baby.” Frank smiled. “Must be true love at last.” The dig irritated him. He doubted Frank would recognize love if it jumped up and bit him in the ass, but that’s the way Frank was. Bob went to get Candy from her room. She leaned against pillows on the bed in her school uniform, looking at a fashion magazine, but he guessed her nonchalant pose was for show. Her eyes told him she was nervous. “Any time you want to quit, baby, you let me know,” he reminded her. “I’ll introduce you to the guys. We’ll hang out for a while and then go into the scene.” “Sure thing. I’m ready.” She was already adopting a bit of the teenage attitude she wore whenever she put on the outfit. She walked beside him with a bounce in her step, snapping her gum. He was so proud to be her dom as he saw the expressions on his friends’ faces. Candy was adorable, as cute as a button and sexy as hell in this get up, and she was all his. He’d chosen to share her today, but could stop the scene any time he chose. Having that kind of power was a big ego boost. Easy to let it go to your head. After he’d introduced his friends, he went to pour fresh drinks and let Candy chat with them. She appeared much more relaxed by the time he brought the tray of drinks around. She was sitting near Miguel, laughing at something he’d said.

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Mine. My girl. The primitive voice clamored inside Bob and for a moment, he forgot why in the hell he was doing this. It no longer seemed like a good idea to share at all. He sat apart from the others, watching and listening as Candy slipped easily into her waitress persona and made small talk with the guys. Small talk drifted into the realm of flirting and in a short while, without any direction from him, the flirting crossed the threshold of a scene. Candy became the teen schoolgirl who’d gone to a college party and stayed long after the other girls had gone home. The drinking grew heavier and the innuendo in their chatting, more broad. Frank was the first to cross the line and touch Candy, slipping an arm around her and fondling her tit through her blouse. “Why don’t you take your blazer off, sweetheart? School’s over.” He helped her out of her jacket. “You don’t have a bra on, do you?” Dennis commented, his eyes trained on the dark circles of her aureoles, clearly visible through the white cotton blouse. Candy put a hand to her mouth in a parody of surprise. “Oops! Must have forgotten today.” Miguel pressed against her other side on the couch. He slid his hand up her front, casually loosening buttons on the way. He slipped his hand inside and copped a feel. “Nice little titties you got, girl.” Candy giggled and pushed her chest out. “Little is right.” “That’s cool with me. More than a handful is too much,” he said.

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Dennis knelt in front of her and offered her another drink. Bob had permitted alcohol for this one night, both to help her relax and to add to the illusion of the frat party scene. “You eighteen yet?” Dennis asked. “You don’t look like it.” “Hell, she’s only fourteen,” Frank said. “She’s in my little sister’s class in high school.” “Teenage pussy spells trouble. Maybe we shouldn’t,” Dennis cautioned. “Shut up. She’s willing and I’m fucking horny.” Frank pulled Candy’s blouse open, baring her left breast. Miguel did the same on the right. And then both men descended on her small tits, sucking the erect brown nipples into their mouths. Dennis stopped arguing and moved closer to her knees, running his hands up under the short, pleated skirt. And in the midst of all the attention, Candy closed her eyes and moaned softly, her body lifting into their hands and mouths. Bob was electrified, frozen in his seat, his eyes riveted on the scene playing out before him. He could join too, become one of the sex-driven frat boys, but for now he was content to watch, while they fondled and suckled his girl. She was beautiful like that, with her eyes closed and her lips parted--a picture of voluptuous young womanhood. Dennis had burrowed his head underneath her skirt and from Candy’s gasps it was clear what he was doing to her. “You like this, baby, huh?” Miguel’s voice was a soothing purr as he pinched her nipple between his fingers and nuzzled into her neck. He covered her mouth with his and stole a kiss without stopping his restless plucking of her nipple.

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Frank pulled off her other breast with a wet pop. “Fuck this. My cock’s about to burst.” He rose, unfastened his jeans and flipped out his cock, hard and ready for action. Candy’s eyes opened wide as she stared at the cock only inches from her face. “What do you think I’m gonna do with that?” “Suck it.” “No way. What kind of a girl do you think I am?” She managed to sound indignant even while Miguel was twisting her tit and Dennis was foraging under her skirt. “The kind who likes to get felt up but doesn’t want to put out,” Frank said. “Here I’ll make it easy for you.” He picked up a glass of whiskey and dipped his cock in the amber liquid before holding it out to her again. “You like to drink. Suck off the whiskey.” Her doe-eyes widened and suddenly she looked every bit the fourteen-year-old who’d gotten in way over her head. “I don’t know…” He shoved his cock toward her mouth. “Suck, bitch.” Her cherry-red lips rounded to a circle and she drew his cock into her mouth. Miguel pulled away from kissing her neck to watch his friend’s cock slowly engulfed in that sweetly pursed mouth. “Hot.” He stood and unfastened his own fly, letting his jeans drop down his lean hips. He picked up Candy’s hand and wrapped it around his brown cock, guiding her hand up and down its length. Candy’s gaze darted from one man to the other. She murmured a muffled protest, but Frank held her head firmly between his hands as he fed her his cock.

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Meanwhile, Dennis had emerged from beneath her skirt. He dragged her panties and skirt down her legs so her glistening bare pussy was revealed. He stood and took out his cock, rubbing it fast with his fist while he watched Candy sucking Frank and pumping Miguel. “She’s got a free hand, bro,” Miguel said. “Use it.” Candy was as limp as a doll, helplessly giving in when Dennis took her other hand and wrapped it around his cock. Bob stood and moved to a better vantage point where none of the men’s bodies was blocking his view. Candy sat on the very edge of the couch with Frank in front of her, nearly gagging her as he fucked her mouth, and the others on either side, forcing her to pump their cocks. She whimpered--a soft, sad little sound that wrenched Bob’s heart and simultaneously made him so hard he thought he’d come right then. The image of the used girl was so erotic and so sensual it set his body on fire. Bob dropped his trousers and joined his friends at last. “Get her on the floor,” he ordered. Frank pulled out of Candy’s mouth and pulled her to her knees in the center of the floor. Bob moved in behind her so she was surrounded on all sides by men. “Please, don’t,” Candy whispered in a high, tiny, voice. But she didn’t use her safe phrase so Bob knew it was part of the act. The men massaged their own cocks, hands moving briskly, fists slapping against their bellies. Candy knelt in the middle, a pathetic little figure, so small and feminine. Miguel groaned as he came close to the edge. He held out his cock to Candy. “Suck me now,” he demanded and she opened her mouth obediently. He shoved

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himself inside, grasping the sides of her head and pumping and cursing. When he’d reached the pinnacle, he pulled out and shot his load over her gasping mouth. Spatters of white dripped from her lips and chin. “Oh, yeah, that’s so hot,” Dennis grunted. He grasped Candy’s head and turned it his way just as he came. He missed her mouth, but slashes of cream decorated her left cheek and eye. He pulled his cock until he was empty, shaking every last drop onto her face. Meanwhile, Frank didn’t bother to turn her around. He shot his load onto the side of her head, streams of cum sliding down her pigtail. Bob had seen his share of cumshots in video and live at various clubs and parties. But it was a different thing entirely to watch his own special little girl debased like this. He hated it. He loved it. He craved it. Jerking her around to face him, he released with a groan, spraying the side of her face that Dennis had missed, making her blink as his jizz hit her eye. Candy continued to kneel, whimpering softly, as the men around her caught their breath and came back from the primal place they’d gone. Cum slipped down her face. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips clean, but other than that, she just let it drip. She looked so incredibly hot with her face spattered in semen. “Don’t have her wipe up. I like to see her like that.” Frank said what they all were thinking. Miguel helped her to her feet and offered her another drink, which Candy drank greedily. Bob faded to the background again, letting the others carry on the show. “You did good,” Miguel soothed as he stroked Candy’s hair. “Really sexy, honey.”

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“Yeah,” Dennis said. “Why don’t you sit down and have a reward for all your hard work.” Candy sat on the couch again and Dennis pushed her legs wide apart so the others could watch. He spread her folds with his fingers so everyone could see her flushed pussy and dark entrance. “Isn’t she pretty?” He bent and proceeded to eat her out, no panties or skirt hampering him this time. The wet sounds of his mouth smacking against her cunt filled the room, and Bob felt his cock begin to stir to life again. Dennis groaned and nuzzled deep. He loved pussy. And Candy whined and lifted her hips toward him. Her head whipped from side to side against the back of the couch, cum drying on her cheeks. “Oh gosh, that feels so good. More. Please. More.” When he’d taken her right up to the edge, Dennis pulled away. Candy cried out in disappointment. “Sorry, not yet. You have to earn more.” He left her gasping and sobbing on the couch and went to refresh his drink. Candy started to reach for her pussy to finish herself off, but Frank moved her hand away. “Nu-uh. We’ll tell you when you can come.” She was a beautiful sight, lying there, so miserable in her desperate need to come. Her white blouse was on but unbuttoned, showing her perky little tits. Her pussy and legs were bare, but her anklets and saddle shoes remained on. And her cumdecorated face was twisted in an expression of pain as she held back her orgasm.

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All three men looked to Bob for guidance. He’d sworn there would be no penetration unless he allowed it, but he knew they wanted to go farther. Another round of blow jobs wasn’t enough. “All right, double team her,” he ordered gruffly. “On the floor, bitch,” Frank growled, always the bully. “On all fours like a dog.” Candy scrambled to obey. Dennis knelt in front of her and Frank moved behind. He lubed his cock and aimed it at her ass. It hadn’t taken long for any of them to grow hard again. How could it with the vision of Candy in abject submission? Frank didn’t hesitate. He spread her ass cheeks wide and placed himself at her small, puckered hole. He prepped it with a little lube, but took no time to ease and stretch the opening with his fingers before drilling into it. His cock was a battering ram and her body had no option but to crumble before it. As Candy opened her mouth, Dennis filled it with his cock, muffling her cries. The two men were not gentle or careful. They used her hard: Dennis jamming the full length of his cock into her mouth until she nearly choked, Frank ramming every inch of his shaft into her channel. Bob stepped forward. “Hey.” But he didn’t say anything more. He was too entranced by the horrible, wonderful sight of Candy being fucked with ruthless glee by his friends. “Fuck. You’ve got yourself a hottie,” Miguel whispered, fondling his cock as he watched. “Dennis, back off,” Bob said. “Give her a chance to breathe.” Dennis groaned but obeyed, pulling his cock from her mouth.

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Candy gasped for air. “Are you okay? Do you want them to quit?” Bob asked. She shook her head, casting a quick glance at him. It was all right, her eyes said. She wanted to continue on with the show. So he watched silently as Dennis pumped into her mouth until he came and Frank plowed her ass. He gripped her hips and pistoned against her, grunting with every thrust and driving her body forward. He released with a loud cry, shuddering against her. When the two were finished, they pulled out, leaving Candy on all fours, her head bowed to the floor, her wide-open asshole dribbling Frank’s cum. Bob was rock hard and ready to take Frank’s place behind her. “I want her pussy. Can I have her pussy?” Miguel begged. “Me underneath her and you coming in from behind?” “Give her some time to recover for God’s sake.” Bob crouched down beside Candy and drew her hair, which had come loose from the pigtail, away from her face. “Hey, are you all right? Are you sure you want to keep on with this.” She looked up at him and her eyes were blazing. “This is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever done. It hurts. It’s hard. But I want it. Fuck me some more. I’m begging you.” “Okay. But afterward I’m going to take care of you my little girl.” He helped her take off her blouse and she was completely naked now, except for her girlish anklets and shoes.

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Miguel lay on his back on the carpet. Candy straddled his hips, easing slow and easy down onto his erection until he was fully engulfed inside her. Miguel’s hands wrapped around her waist. Kneeling behind her, Bob noted the gentle curve of her spine and Miguel’s brown fingers gripping her. Candy bent over him to lift her rear so Bob could have access to it. He spread lube on his cock and into her hole, but her anus was already wide open from Frank’s entry. It would be easy to slip inside. He rested a hand on her back and leaned over her to whisper, “Easy, baby, easy. Let me know if it’s too much.” And then he pushed into her. **** Candy felt like she was on an amusement park ride that went on and on. Her senses were overwhelmed by the room full of testosterone and all that masculine attention focused directly on her. She’d never really gotten the attraction some women had to having a bunch of guys circle jerk and spew on her face. But now she understood it. Being surrounded by horny men and their huge jutting cocks all aiming at her like guns was a big thrill. It made her feel helpless and vulnerable and at the same time powerful. She was the magnet that drew them all, the center point of their compass. They desired her and wanted to use her, and though there was none of the love and caring that her Daddy gave her, for the moment it was enough. She’d accepted the shower of their cum spattering over her like a benediction, breathing in the earthy scent and tasting it on her tongue.

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Then Dennis had spread her wide for all of them to see. Her gaze had traveled from face to face, all of those eyes riveted on her open pussy. She was there for them, a sex object, a thing, but that didn’t bother her. She wanted to be their toy for the night. She wanted to please her Daddy’s friends and make him proud of her. Dennis had licked her nearly to the edge of coming, his tongue and mouth different from Daddy’s, but good all the same. Just as she was about to climax, he quit and told her to wait. It was hard to hold back, but she did as she was told. Candy loved how her Daddy had checked with her before he let the men start fucking her. Of course, she’d said yes. She wouldn’t back out now. Frank had been rough on her ass. She’d had anal sex before, but usually with careful preparation. He’d plowed into her so hard, her body burned as it stretched around his impossible girth. And then Dennis had been fucking her mouth, stuffing his cock so deep he choked her. Her nose was buried in the wiry fluff of his public hair. Candy’s body started to tense up as she fought these twin sensations. They would choke her, make her ass bleed. She couldn’t take so much cock at once. She forced herself to relax, open wide, breathe and allow them to do with her what they willed. The moment her will submitted to theirs, everything became easier. She was an open vessel for the men to fill any way they chose, and God, how she loved that feeling of debasement. The ramming and pumping went on and on. It hurt. It was uncomfortable. And yet deep inside her she felt a deep thrill rising. She was heading toward orgasm, rising higher and higher on the growing wave. Any second she would come. But suddenly the men were finished and pulling out of her.

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Once more Bob gave her the chance to stop it. There was no way she would quit now. Her body was on fire, her ass aching, her hands and knees scraped from the rough carpet, her mouth sore from having so many cocks shoved in it. But she wasn’t finished yet, and so she begged him for more. The nice guy, Miguel lay beneath her and his long, somewhat slender cock glided easily into her yawning pussy. Then Daddy moved behind her. She felt his hands grip her hips, gentler than Frank, and his cock slip into her sore anus. The ring of muscle was already stretched and he entered easily. Her body squeezed tight around him, pulling him deep. She felt him pressed against her back, heard his heavy breathing near her ear. Below her, Miguel groaned and thrust. And she was pinned between their bodies, between their twin cocks. The feeling of absolute fulfillment was beyond anything she’d ever imagined. She couldn’t think why she’d never tried this before. Flesh surrounded her and filled her and she lost herself in the strength of the two bodies that cradled her. First Miguel filled her, then Bob, pushing her back and forth between them. She planted her hands into the carpet on either side of Miguel’s shoulders and held steady while the men pumped and grunted. Her pleasure in giving them pleasure was a powerful thing. I am nothing, merely a collection of holes to fill. They are everything big and strong and powerful. I worship them. I was made for this. Erratic thoughts darted through her mind as the men heaved against her. Bob began to thrust faster, changing his rhythm and suddenly they both filled her at once as hard and deep as they could. She cried out at the intense pain and in that moment her climax speared through her like a lightning bolt. She screamed, tears

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“I’m glad. But now I’m tired and my bottom hurts. I want you to wash me and put me to bed, Daddy.” “Are you hungry? Shall I get you some milk and cookies after your bath?” She shook her head. “No. I’m just sleepy.” She lisped the ‘l’ turning it into a ‘w’. Daddy lifted her and submerged her in the tub. He washed her hair with baby shampoo, and soaped her body with her favorite strawberry body wash. He kissed her wet face after he cleaned the dried cum away. “There. Now you’re all fresh and clean again.” He lifted her from the tub onto the bath mat and dried her thoroughly, then combed out her hair with soft strokes of the brush. Candy shuddered as she recalled what the bristles of that brush felt like on her bare backside when she was naughty and Daddy had to spank her with it. Sometimes he slapped her with the paddle side of the brush, but the bristles hurt more. When her hair was blown dry and brushed soft, Daddy powdered her body all over with a puff. It tickled and made her giggle. He chuckled, too, his voice dark and rumbling. She loved the sound of her Daddy’s laughter. “You can sleep in your bed or mine tonight, your choice,” he said as he put on her short white nightie and little pajama bottoms “Yours, please. I want to sleep in your arms.” Once more he picked her up and carried her with her arms wrapped around his neck. He pulled back the covers on his big bed and placed her inside. “I can’t stay with you right now, sweetheart. My friends are waiting for me downstairs. But I’ll be back, and I’ll be here when you wake up in the morning.”

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“All right, Daddy. I love you.” “I love you too, my sweet little girl.” The last thing she remembered was the sound of her Daddy’s heavy footsteps walking across the floor.

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Chapter Six It didn’t take Bob long to adjust to his new lifestyle. After all, he’d been waiting for years to find this situation with just the right girl. He was mentally prepared. But he knew it was harder for Candy. She’d flirted with BDSM role playing before, but nothing this drastic. She was a modern woman, used to working, paying bills and controlling all aspects of her life. Now she had nothing to do except be his little girl. Such subjugation of her will to his was bound to be confusing and sometimes tedious. He told her that just because she’d quit her job it didn’t mean she must literally stay home all the time. While he was gone during the day she could shop, go to the library or bookstore, on a nature hike, or to the gym. She could do volunteer work for charity organizations or take college courses if she wanted to. His only stipulation was that she must plan her day with him before she started running errands or making decisions. Part of their agreement when she moved in was that he was in charge of her life now, as a father would be for his child. He set guidelines about the movies, books and music she was allowed to watch, read and listen to. No drinking and swearing were terms Candy seemed to find difficult to get used to, and quitting smoking was even harder. Sometimes she acted out on purpose, swearing a blue streak or reeking of cigarette smoke. Bob expressed his disappointment in her and gave her the spankings she’d earned—until he decided she liked them too much and he must find a better way to get through to her.

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The next time she cursed, he put a ball gag in her mouth and made her wear it for hours. He knew it was uncomfortable, stretching her jaw and making her throat ache. It was a lesson she wouldn’t forget. He’d destroyed all her cigarettes, and when he found a hidden pack in her bedroom under the mattress, he thought long and hard about the best way to deal with the transgression. He found her reading in the living room and sat in the chair across from her. “Hey, Daddy, what’s up?” Her bright smile dimmed as she noted his serious expression. She closed the book. “No ‘Daddy’ right now, Candy. We need to talk. I found your cigarettes.” “Oh.” “I thought we both agreed you would quit—not because I’m forcing you to but because smoking is bad for you.” “I know. I have. But once in a while I still need one.” “I wish you’d talked to me about this. It’s the sneakiness I can’t put up with. How can I trust you now?” She gave a scoffing laugh. “Come on. It’s such a minor thing. You’re making it a bigger deal than it is.” “I don’t think so. It reflects your mind set. You’re disobeying and keeping secrets. I can’t have that in my house.” She sat very still. “Are you kicking me out?” “Is that what you want?” he countered. “Do you want to go back to your old lifestyle?”

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“No. I told you I’m happy here. Why are you blowing this so out of proportion?” Her voice rose. “Just spank me and be done with it. I promise I won’t buy any more.” “How can I believe you? You’ve broken my trust and that is not a minor thing.” She sat forward, leaning toward him. “What do you want me to do? How are you going to punish me?” Bob shook his head. “I really don’t know what would be appropriate. Any punishment with whips, chains or binding would just be a turn on for you. Taking your car keys away or solitary confinement in your room would only make you resentful. This shouldn’t be about me punishing you, but you correcting yourself. What do you think is the appropriate way to teach this lesson—if you even realize what you’ve done wrong?” “I do understand,” she said, dropping the attitude. “You asked me to give myself to you with no reservations, but I admit I still have some. This is a strange journey for me.” Bob resisted the urge to go to her and hold her hands. “I know that. It’s a natural step for me to become your Daddy, much more difficult for you to give up what you believe to be your rights and become a child again.” He knew from talking to others that acting out was very much a part of that acclimating process. “If you’re asking what would hurt me the most, the answer is being separated from you. Don’t send me away, please. I promise to do better.” Bob rose from his seat. “I think you’ve just made your own decision. I’m afraid that’s exactly what has to happen. Not forever, not even for long, but for a while at least you must leave here. Think about what you want and who you want to be, then maybe you can come back to me.”

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It broke his heart to say it. What if she didn’t return? But he knew it was in both their best interests to take a little break. They’d catapulted from one night together into an intense, full-fledged relationship with scarcely any time for reflection. “I suggest you take the opportunity to visit your family,” he added, “although you can do whatever you like. This is your time out.” **** I don’t want a time out, she wanted to scream. But when Daddy made up his mind there was nothing she could do but obey. Candy called her parents that afternoon to say she was coming for a surprise visit. She packed a bag and Daddy bought her a plane ticket to Arizona. It would be nice to see her parents, she tried to convince herself as she took a taxi to the airport and waited in line to board. And she needed time alone, away from Bob—not Daddy, Bob—to sort herself out. She no longer knew exactly who she was. She spent so much of her time as Little Girl Candy and occasionally Teenage Candy that she no longer remembered quite who Grown Up Candy was. Maybe she’d never known. It felt like her entire life had been a pose. Her parents were there to greet her at the airport. Mom and Dad—her “real” Dad. How she’d missed them both. Dad looked older, his hair whiter. Mom looked exactly the same, her salt and pepper hair brushed severely back from her forehead and her eyes bright and seeing everything. “Darling, you look so good,” her mother declared, holding her at arm’s length. “So healthy and almost glowing. You’re not pregnant are you?”

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“No, Mom.” She snorted. “Not a chance of that.” “Aren’t you seeing someone? You said you were living with some man.” “I am, but we take every precaution. Trust me I am not pregnant nor do I plan to be.” Ever. How could I be the little girl if I had a baby? “Oh.” Her mother’s face fell. She had grandbabies dancing in her mind’s eye. “How are you guys?” Candy wrapped an arm around each of their waists and looked from one to the other. “How’s the golf, Dad?” “It sucks. Don’t ask. I’ve been playing for twenty-five years and I never get any better. Why do I do this to myself? I don’t know.” She laughed. He was such a doll, her real Dad. It made her wonder why she felt such a strong need for a substitute one, for such unusual age play. It wasn’t as if she was the daughter of a single mom, desperately seeking after the father she’d never met. She came from the most normal, well-adjusted family possible. Yet she was an anomaly. What would her parents think if they knew about her crazy living arrangement? Could she ever share the details of her life? As much as they loved her, she didn’t think so. This wasn’t like coming out of the closet as a homosexual, which wouldn’t bother her liberal parents at all. Her odd lifestyle choice would seem dark, dangerous and demeaning to them. Her feminist mother would quite simply have a cow. No. She would have to keep the exact nature of her relationship with Bob a secret. If she ever brought him home to visit, it would be as a very vanilla boyfriend. Candy entered her parents’ house, not the house she’d grown up in but the house of their sunset years. It didn’t smell or feel like her home. It was just a lovely

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place full of her mother’s things. But they seemed happy here in their quiet life with just the two of them, no kids and their friends filling the place with mess and noise. Candy exclaimed over her mother’s dinner, praising each delicious course. “Well, I have a lot of time on my hands now,” her mom explained. “It’s not just lasagna and casseroles anymore. I spend a lot of time watching the cooking channel and I must admit I’m addicted to buying new gadgets for the kitchen.” “You and Bob would get along great. He’s a fantastic cook and he’s a big fan of the Food Channel, too.” “Why didn’t you bring your new friend home with you?” “This was spur of the moment. He’s busy. But you’ll meet him soon, I promise.” Her mom studied her, searching for subtext. She never took Candy’s words at face value. She was too shrewd by far. “Is something the matter between you two?” She lowered her voice though she needn’t have bothered. Although Dad was in the same room, his attention was wandering and the women might have been talking Chinese for all the attention he paid them. “No. Not really,” Candy said. “We’re just taking…a breather. We got into this relationship very quickly and very deeply. Bob and I thought it was time for some reflection.” “Hm.” Her mother’s eyes narrowed. “A spat. I knew it. Is he giving you trouble? Don’t put up with anything. Let him know right now who you are and what you demand from the relationship.”

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“Yes, Mom. But it’s not really like that. If anything I’m the one at fault. He wanted me to give up smoking because he cares about me. I promised I would then I snuck cigarettes. Bob can’t stand lying.” “He sounds a bit controlling, but I can’t fault him for wanting you to quit. Nasty habit.” “Mother! You used to smoke.” “I did and it was a nasty habit.” Candy sighed. “The point is we need to decide what we want from this relationship before it goes any deeper.” She paused, poking at her salmon filet with her fork. “Mom, how did you know Dad was the right man for you? How did you two make it all these years? These days it’s pretty amazing to be married as long as you have.” Her mother smiled. “Oh, honey, if you think you can figure out what makes a relationship work by examining someone else’s, you’ll never get anywhere. You have to hammer out your own. People are all so very different. But I guess if I had to give you one word of advice it would be ‘perseverance’. Commit to the relationship fully and then never give up.” Candy nodded, thinking about the reservations that still sometimes held her apart from Bob. “I get that.” Candy’s father looked up from his dinner plate. “Carol, did you make an appointment to take your car in? Don’t put it off or you’re going to break down on the highway one of these days.” Mother and daughter exchanged a look and laughed. His ability to utterly tune out female chatter was phenomenal.

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He smiled. “What’s funny? Did I miss something?” “Nothing at all, dear, and yes, I made the appointment.” Mom winked at Candy. “Perseverance,” she repeated. **** Almost two weeks apart and dozens of phone calls, emails and text messages later, Candy arrived back at her Daddy’s house. He picked her up at the airport— literally, scooping her into his arms and swinging her around. He kissed her so deeply that an irate mother told them to stop the PDA in front of innocent children. “I missed you so much, baby,” Bob declared, leaning in to nuzzle the side of her neck. “The house is empty without you.” “I missed you even more, Daddy,” she whispered back. “The world outside our house is even emptier. I don’t want to live in it. I want to be with you.” She gave him the lowdown on what her parents were doing with their retirement and how it had felt being around them again—a little nostalgic, a little annoying. “I’m glad to be back to my own life.” She started to get her bag from the carousel but Daddy intercepted and lifted the heavy bag for her. “I’ve thought a lot about what it means to be in the kind of relationship we’re in,” he said. “All the changes can’t be yours. I have to let you have some grown-up time as well as daughter time. It’s a delicate balance.” Her nipples hardened when he called her ‘daughter’. There was absolutely nothing sexual about her feelings for her real father, but her Daddy Bob was another matter entirely. She wanted his care and affection and sometimes harsh discipline. She

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wanted his hands touching her in all sorts of naughty ways, too, stroking her girl parts until she writhed. “Can’t wait to get someplace private,” she murmured. “I need you to spank me and kiss me after.” He growled deep in his throat, his eyes burning into her as he stowed the bags in the trunk of the car. “I’m never letting you go so far away without me again.” They got into the car, and almost before the door shut behind her, Candy turned toward her Daddy to smother him with kisses. She slid her hand down his belly, reaching for his fly. “Can I just look at it and touch it on the way home?” He took her hand away. “Sometimes little girls have to wait for their treats and that makes them all the sweeter. I promise you something to suck on later.” Candy subsided back into her own side of the car and put on her seatbelt. “I want to apologize to you for lying about the smoking. More than that, I was keeping secrets, maybe even from myself, about some of my doubts and fears. I know now that I have to confess everything to you. I have to learn to trust my Daddy completely.” He smiled as he turned the car onto the highway. “That’s what I want.” “With that said…” she drew a deep breath “there are some things that concern me if we have a long term relationship. I’m not saying I want children, I’m not a big fan of them, but if someday we should choose to do that, how would it fit into our lifestyle?” His eyebrows shot up. “Wow, straight to the hard questions. Things would change. There’s no doubt. We’d have to keep our role playing strictly in the bedroom. But I have to say I’m not excited about the idea of having kids myself. Not everyone has to do it. It’s not a prerequisite for living.”

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Candy nodded, content with his answer. Motherhood didn’t appeal to her, although it might some day. “Good. The other thing is…harder to say. I’m ready now to commit to a long term relationship as your full time sub, or little girl, whatever we want to call it. But it puts me in a vulnerable position. You could get tired of me at any time, send me away, leave me with no Daddy. I realize people break up all the time and deal with it, but as your girl, I’m dependent on you in every way and I want…I need to know that you’re committed to me, too.” Bob stared at her for so long she was afraid he’d rear-end the car in front of them. “Do you even have to ask that? I’m one hundred percent committed to you. Sex and role playing aside, you’re the woman I want in my life forever. If a legal contract will make you feel more secure, let’s do it the old fashioned way. Will you marry me?” Joy bubbled through her like water welling up in a fountain and overflowing. “Yes, Bob. Yes, I’ll marry you.” “Great. Because I happen to have this in my pocket.” He drew a square box from his jacket. “I told myself it’s too early, the relationship has been too rushed, but then I thought Fuck it, life’s too short.” Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the diamond inside the box. She blinked them away as she took it out of the velvet and put it on her finger. “I’ll be your girl in every way,” she promised. “Grown up or little, slutty or virginal, all the aspects that are in me belong to you.” He reached out and cupped her cheek, stroking her skin with his thumb. She turned and caught his thumb between her lips, sucking it inside and swirling her tongue around it—a promise of what she planned to do to his cock later.

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“An innocent yet sexy little girl sounds perfect right about now.” He grinned. “Then that’s what I’ll be for you, Daddy,” she said in a breathy whisper. **** And that evening, Candy discovered her Daddy’s cock all over again. She played with it and sucked on it until he shot cream onto her tongue. It made her clap her hands and giggle. She liked to please him. Daddy played with her little tits. He pretended to be the Big Bad Wolf and he bit them until he brought tears to Candy’s eyes. Then he licked them sweetly until she felt better. He told her he had learned a new game while she was gone. He called it the Bear and the Honeypot game. Daddy drizzled warm honey all over her bare pussy. It felt good, sticky and sensuous, and it made her wiggle. Daddy was a bear instead of a wolf now and he burrowed between her legs, snuffling up her inner thighs until he found her honeypot. He licked and licked all over her pussy until sparkles of light shot through Candy’s vision and she jerked up from the bed. “Oh, Daddy, what is it? I’ve never felt anything like this before,” she murmured after she came back down into her body. “I like the Bear and the Honeypot game very much.” “I’m glad. But I have one last game I want to play with you before I put you to bed for the night. This one might hurt a little bit, all right?” “I guess so.” Candy was a little afraid. Daddy had that Big, Bad Wolf look in his eyes again. “We’re going to pretend you’ve been a very naughty girl and must be punished.”

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“But I haven’t been. I haven’t done anything wrong!” “No. Pretend, darling.” He soothed her with a kiss. “Sometimes I enjoy hurting you just a little bit. And I think you’ll like it, too.” She agreed, and waited while he went to get something. He held it behind her back so she couldn’t see what it was as he climbed back onto the bed. “I want you to lie on your back and hold onto your ankles,” he ordered in his gruff, scary voice. Candy pulled her legs up, her feet resting on the pillow on either side of her head. This bared her bottom for Daddy. And now he took his hand from behind his back and she saw what he held. She gasped. Afraid. It was a black flogger with many tails. He let her look at it and fear it for several moments before he lifted his hand and brought it down on her exposed pussy and buttocks. Slap. The strips of leather bit into her and she cried out. Again. Licks of fire seared the tender lips of her cunt and across her cheeks. Her anus clenched hard, but her pussy opened, seeming to swell from the pain. Daddy whipped her five times, and every time Candy jerked and cried out. “You’ve been a very bad girl. Promise you won’t disobey me again.” His voice cut her like glass. “Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered. “I am a bad girl. I’m sorry. I’ll do better from now on.” “I want you to say, ‘I’m a dirty little girl. I like my Daddy’s cock too much.’” “I’m a dirty little girl,” she replied. “Nasty and bad. I can’t get enough of sucking on Daddy’s cock and having it inside me.”

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“You want me in you now, don’t you?” he demanded. “Yes,” she whimpered, her bottom burning and her pussy throbbing to be filled. “I can’t help it. I want you so badly.” Daddy loomed over her, big and dangerous. He grasped the backs of her legs, stretched on either side of her head. His huge cock stuck straight out in front of him. He aimed it at her slit. Looking down, she could see the red whip marks on her body and his engorged head entering her glistening pussy. He rammed into her hard and fast with no hesitation. She shrieked. “Too much, Daddy. Too deep.” With her body tilted this way, the penetration was so deep it felt like he’d split her in two. Daddy only grunted as he pulled out and pushed into her again, pressing just as deep. She squealed from the pain as he hit the same spot deep inside. Daddy fucked her hard and fast, over and over, while she begged for him to go more gently. But oddly, the pain began to turn into something else. Candy fell silent and relaxed allowing her body to accept him—all of him, as he filled her completely. Suddenly he abandoned her pussy. He reached down and positioned himself at her rear entrance. His cock was wet with her juices and the tip slid into her anus. The ring of muscle stretched around him, aching at the pressure. He didn’t wait for her to adjust but kept on pushing, deeper and deeper, filling her and burning her with his huge cock in her tiny opening. Candy gasped and held her breath. She watched his length disappear and felt it becoming a part of her. Her Daddy was deep inside her. They were connected. And as much as it hurt, it was also very, very good.

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“Fuck me some more, Daddy,” she begged. “I like it hard like this.” “Because you’re a little girl who lives for cock.” He pulled out and shoved back in, and her body stretched around him again. Candy’s legs and lower back hurt from being stretched into such an awkward position. Her pussy yawned open, wanting more of his cock, but he was intent on fucking her ass now. In and out Daddy’s big penis pumped. She yelped sometimes, but she also moaned in pleasure. She loved being pressed beneath him like this, his big, heavy body slapping against hers while he groaned and cursed. Daddy was enjoying this game and so she enjoyed it too. At last he froze and she felt his cum jetting into her, filling her up. Her legs trembled from the weight of Daddy pressing against them. His sweat slicked her body and the salt stung the welts the whip had raised on her pussy and ass. Candy reveled in the pain. When he was finished, he withdrew from her body, his cum spilling out of her to dampen the sheets beneath her. Gently, he released her legs and pulled them down, easing the strain on her back. He massaged her quivering thighs and calves, before he lay down beside her. She looked into his face, his powerful gaze making her heart ache. “I love you, Daddy. Thank you for punishing me like that.” “I love you too, my little girl. And now I’m going to clean you up and cuddle you. Would you like that?” “Yes, please.” She smiled.

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“I guess I’d better make the bed with fresh sheets.” He glanced down at the sticky mess they’d made. “This is a dirty game.” “It hurt but I liked it.” She reached down to rub her sore bottom, feeling the whip welts with her fingertips. It was as if he’d marked her as his. “How do you feel about little girls getting tattoos?” she asked him. “I would like to get one that says Daddy’s girl. Would that be all right?” He paused, considering. “You’re a little young. I don’t like marking up your skin like that, but if that’s what you really want.” “I do. I want to have it to remind me always who I belong to.” He stroked his finger down the slope of her nose then leaned in and kissed the tip. “Well then, I guess I’d better get one that says Candy’s Daddy.” She smiled, a warm glow filling her inside. “Candy’s Daddy. I like that.”

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ABOUT CHERRY LEE Taste the forbidden fruit of Cherry Lee. I enjoy exploring the bitter dark chocolate of sex as well as the sweet cherry center. If you like your erotica with edge, sample my stories. You can learn more about me at MySpace and can contact me with any comments at cherryleewriter at yahoo dot com. Under other pseudonyms, I have many books with various publishers. I hope you enjoy my stories here at eXcessica.

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BRANDED By Cherry Lee When the walls come tumbling down, can Sondra accept the secret that lies behind them? Strong-willed Sondra is concerned by her sister, Melanie’s, new life as a full time submissive in a master dominant’s household. To alleviate her sister’s worries about this lifestyle, Mel invites her for a visit. Sondra soon begins a sexual journey under the tutelage of Master Damien, exploring levels of desire she never knew she possessed. Will she surrender her will to him and can she acknowledge a facet of herself she thought she’d put behind her? This title contains BDSM practices, branding and incest. Excerpt From BRANDED: “This isn’t like you, Mel. You’re freaking me out.” “Trust me, sweetie. You have nothing to worry about.” My sister’s voice was cool and smooth as silk, unruffled despite the fact we’d been arguing for the past twenty 80

minutes. Or actually, I’d been arguing, she’d been responding in that calm, affectionate voice, refusing to rise no matter how I baited her. “Well, I am worried. You’re involved in this strange lifestyle, you barely call anymore, and when we do talk you don’t sound like yourself.” “Sondra, believe me, I’m more myself now than I’ve ever been my entire life. I know it seems weird to you, but have you ever known me to rush into anything? I’m embracing something that makes me happy, and I wish you could be happy for me.” She was right. I was the impetuous younger sister, the one who threw herself into situations without considering consequences. If levelheaded Melanie told me she wanted to be living as essentially a sex slave in some mysterious man’s home, I had to believe she was quite serious and hadn’t been coerced into it. “But it’s so…wrong! You’ve given up your job, your apartment, and you’ve surrendered your body to this man to…to do whatever he wants with. How can giving up your will be mentally healthy?” “I haven’t given up my will.” Her voice remained infuriatingly calm. I wanted to reach through the phone line and slap her. “You wouldn’t believe the willpower it takes to do this, to be this. And I haven’t called because I knew you wouldn’t understand the life I’ve chosen. It’s just too difficult for an outsider.” Outsider. I was an outsider now? To the sister who’d been closer to me than anyone in my entire life, any friend or lover I’d ever had. Her words hurt. I drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. This might be my one chance to reach out to her and keep our communication open. I must choose my words carefully for once.

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“You’re right. I don’t know anything about BDSM or about what draws some people to be dominants or submissives. But, if it’s as fulfilling as you say, maybe it’s something I should check out. How would your…master feel about having a houseguest for a two-week visit? I’ve got some time coming at work and my plan was Cancun, but I’d much rather see you.” There was a long pause. For a moment, I thought she’d turn me down, then Melanie spoke breathlessly. “Seriously? You’d come to Napa? Oh honey, I’ll have to ask Master Damien, but if he permits it, I’d love to see you.” “Ask him then and call me as soon as you find out.” I managed to keep the disdain from my voice. But inside her words rankled. Asking for permission from a man? Such bullshit! Mel’s voice bubbled with excitement. “You’ll love the estate and the vineyards. It’s so gorgeous here, and as for the rest of it, honestly, at first you might be a little freaked out, but I think you’ll start to understand our relationship.” I was already freaked out. Seeing dungeons, torture equipment and sex toys first hand could hardly make it any worse. “I’ll send you a couple of very good books to give you an overview of the different elements of the lifestyle.” Kinky sex homework. Nice. This should be a vacation to remember.

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