Daddy’s Story: Chapter One
Introduction:
After the end of his marriage, a father goes down an unexpected path.
My name is Robert Herman. I was born on May 29th 1969. I had what you would call a very uneventful childhood. I had two parents who remained married until all the kids graduated college. I also had two siblings, an older sister and younger brother. Until the age of 14, like most males my age my life was consumed by comic books, Atari, the rock band Kiss, soccer, baseball and hanging out with my friends.
Compared to most of the boys in my class I was a late bloomer. I didn’t hit puberty until half way through my freshman year in high school. That meant I was unpopular. Friends drifted away from me as they worked their way up the social ladder toward the in-crowd. I have to admit I wasn’t jealous or upset; I met a new group of friends. We spent time talking about comics, playing D&D and video games. The only thing missing in my life was a very special girl.
The closest I ever got to one was in the pages of the porno mags that I strategically hid under my bed. Every night after I was pretty sure everyone was sound asleep I would look at the picture and stroke my cock until I came all over my sheets. This was my only sexual outlet and it remained that way until after I graduated high school.
Three weeks after starting college I lost my virginity to my first girlfriend. It should have been one of the most magical moments of my life. Instead it was a disappointment. Unlike the actresses in the movies I watched, who loved sex with wild abandon, she just laid there. There were occasional moans, but they weren’t believable. After cumming she told me I was amazing. I didn’t believe her.
The next time I was home I visited an Asian massage parlor. The place was dirty and had a disgusting odor. It was there I met the woman who would change my life forever. She was short, fit and looked like she was in her early 20’s. She had medium length black hair, and small tits. When she opened the door she was wearing a robe. After determining I wasn’t a cop I paid her $60 and was a led to a room. She told me to get comfortable and lay on my stomach. As I did that she left the room.
Minutes later she returned and for 15 minutes gave me a regular massage. She then had me turn over. When I did that the first thing she noticed was my fully erect cock. She then proceeded to touch every part of my front except for my penis. I was beyond frustrated. She then asked in broken English, “What else you want?”
“Everything,” I responded.
“You tip now,” she said.
I jumped off the table and walked over to the chair where I laid my clothes. Reached into my pocket and pulled out $200 and said, “What does this get me?”
“Everything,” she said.
I gave her my money and she promptly left the room. While she was gone I was praying that I wasn’t getting ripped-off. Thankfully she came back holding a pile of towels. She put them on a table and revealed that hidden between them was a condom. She then turned down the lights and freed herself from her robe. With condom in hand she walked back to the table and started stroking my cock.
“You like?” she asked.
“Yes,” I moaned.
She then leaned down and started sucking my cock. This was something my girlfriend wouldn’t do for me. As her head bobbed up and down my unit my hand reached between her legs and started playing with her pussy. Again this was something my girlfriend wouldn’t let me do.
After orally pleasuring me she climbed on top and started riding me. I grabbed onto her ass for dear life as she bounced up and down moaning loudly. Minutes after she climbed on board I shot my load and filled up the condom.
This was the start of my secret life. A life that was filled with massage parlors, escort agencies, and independent call girls. Whenever I could slip away you’d find me consorting with the kinds of women your mother warned you about.
No one and I repeat no one would ever expect me to be the type of guy using those services. If you saw me you’d think I had the perfect life. In the middle of my junior year I met Christina Stern. We instantly hit it off and started dating. Two months after meeting her I made a promise to myself, no more prostitutes. After all our sex life was amazing. To bad it wouldn’t stay that way.
In the spring of1991 we both graduated and got married three months later. That year I also started a collection agency with two of my best friends. In the fall of 1992 we welcomed Brittany Rose, our first daughter into the world. Two years later we welcomed Ashley Jane. And two years after that we welcomed Mark Joseph. In some ways the kids made us closer and in others it drove us apart. With the birth of each child our sexual escapades got less and less frequent. After Mark was born I resumed my secret life to fulfill my needs.
For years I was able to have my cake and eat it too. I loved my life with Christine and the kids and I loved the fun I had with professionals. I loved being able to do the things that would make my wife cringe when asked. I loved being dirty and spending time with women who, as long as I had the money, let me do whatever I wanted. Like all good things this too came to an end.
In early 2003 my wife wasn’t feeling well and went to the doctor. After a series of tests it was discovered she had the clap. Since she wasn’t sleeping with anyone else there could be only one culprit, me.
After an angry confrontation all my secrets came out. It was decided then and there that she could no longer be married to me. I left the house that night and moved into a hotel. The next day she presented me an offer I couldn’t refuse. She got the house, her car and 60% of the assets and she wouldn’t take me to court where all my secrets would come out. I agreed.
I moved into a house not far from my Christina’s and started my new life. I dated occasionally but I found myself as an active member of the hobbyist community. Three to four nights a week I would invite beautiful escorts over to my place and fuck them. For a while I was having the time of my life.
September 2004
Normally I get all my kids every other weekend. In September of 2004 Ashley and Mark both had pink eye. Before Brittany could get it her mom shipped her over to my house. She was now 12-years-old and was on her way to becoming a beautiful young woman. She was barely 5’0 tall and couldn’t weigh more than 90lbs. She was starting to develop breasts and becoming boy crazy. She was no longer my little girl.
There were some aspects I enjoyed of my daughters newfound maturity, like her interest in politics and movies. I didn’t like the fact that she now wanted me to buy her clothes that girls her age shouldn’t be wearing. However knowing that if I bought them for her it would piss her mom off was reason enough to get her whatever she wanted.
I loved being a dad, and for the most part I was a good one. I think that if I didn’t forget to put the bottled water on my nightstand none of this would of happened. Every night I wake up coughing. While I’m sleeping something goes down the wrong tube. I cough for a few, drink my water and go back to bed. That night I forgot it. I walked out of my room, put on the hall light and started to quietly walk downstairs. As I walked downward I could hear light moaning. I could see the TV on in the family room. Britt was on the couch, her pajama bottoms were on the floor, and she was pleasuring herself to one of my porn tapes.
For a few minutes I watched my angel fingering herself as she watched two men double penetrate Gauge (a popular adult film star in the early 2000’s). This got me hard. I wanted to run in the room and join my baby on the couch and see what might happen. Instead I quietly went upstairs to masturbate.
As I laid in my bed stroking my cock several scenarios filled my head. All of them ended the same way, with me fucking my daughter. I don’t know how many times I made myself cum that night, the only thing I can say with any amount of certainty is that I no longer viewed my daughter in a way any parent should. I wanted her more than I wanted any girl before.
This made me feel like crap. I felt guilty over my feelings. I cried every time I masturbated thinking about her. For a few seconds everyday I thought about ways to seduce her. But also thought of the ramifications of what might happen if I did just that. Instead I turned to the hobby in hopes of finding a provider that could help me live out this fantasy.
What I quickly discovered that all the escorts I did business with would not pretend to be my daughter. The majority of them would pretend be my stepdaughter, but pretending to be my daughter was a line they wouldn’t cross. So I turned to the internet. I discovered a ton of chat rooms on AOL where men discussed their incestuous obsessions.
I would spend hours watching the chats in the room unfold. A lot of the men bragged about how they seduced their daughters. They made it sound as easy as going to the corner store and picking-up a six-pack. I found their claims dubious. Yet I still enjoyed jerking-off to their supposed exploits.
Sometimes my interactions with men in the chat rooms went beyond the room. We would call each other and masturbate as we shared our fantasies. While I knew what I was doing was wrong it was still good to know that there were other men going through the same things as me.
I became addicted to the rooms. Some days I would stay home and chat instead of going into the office. This annoyed my partners to no end and used my continued absence to buy me out of the company we started after college. Seconds after our CFO signed the check I became a very wealthy man. We announced to the business journals that I left our company to start a new venture. Before I even had the chance to that I was recruited by our top competitor come in as a consultant. Which meant I was basically getting paid to sit at home and jerk-off while I talked about my daughter.
One afternoon I was in a room entitled “Daddy,” it was in there that I met Barbara or Bibi as she was known to her friends. We started chatting in the room but took it private pretty quickly. I told her everything there was to know about me and she told me everything there was to know about her.
Bibi was 45-years-old and lived in a small town outside of Lima Ohio. She was a single mother of an 11-year-old girl. The father ran off before his daughter was born. She had been on disability for the last few years, but had enough money in the bank to live comfortably.
During our many early chats she told me incest wasn’t a fantasy for her. When she was 12 she started having sexual relations with her father. She told me that she’d rather tell me about it on the phone. I agreed. I then typed in my number and seconds later my phone rang. When I picked it up I was relieved to hear a woman’s voice on the other end.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi,” she responded.
“You sound cute,” I said.
“Thank you,” she said giggling.
After some small talk she started telling me her story.
“It started three days after my twelfth birthday,” she said. “I was in taking a bath when my mother and father walked in. I tried to cover myself up with my hands but my mother told me to put my hands down, which I did. She then told me to stand-up so my father could look at me. I did just that. After I sat back down in the tub my father slid down his pants. I was in shock. It was the first time I had ever seen a hard penis. My mother then grabbed it and told me to watch what she was doing. I watched the way she stroked it. She then told me it was my turn. I grabbed a hold of his penis and did what my mom did. A few minutes later he shot his load all over my face and then walked out of the bathroom. My mom grabbed a washcloth, dipped it into the tub and told me to clean my face. As I wiped away his cum she told me that I’m now old enough to make my father happy, and if I don’t make him happy it’ll be my fault that he leaves us.”
As she talked I started stroking my cock.
“When I got out of the bathtub I noticed my mom took my pajamas with her,” she said. “I walked out of the bathroom naked and straight to my bedroom. When I got there I found my daddy lying on my bed stroking his cock. When he saw me ordered me to stand facing the wall. He then got off the bed and walked towards me. He lowered me a bit and then stuck his cock in my pussy. He fucked me for a few minutes before he filled my pussy with cum. When he was done he told me that he owned me, that he was the only man in my life. And it was that way until he died 6 years later.”
“Oh god,” I said as I continued to stroke.
“Do you wish that you could do that to Brittany?” she asked.
“God yes,” I replied.
“Do you want Brittany to suck your cock?” she asked.
“More than anything,” I replied as I stroked faster.
“Daddy do you want me to be Brittany?” she asked as her voice changed into that of a little girl.
“Yes sweetie,” I replied.
“When you saw me playing with myself I knew you were there daddy,” she said.
As she continued talking I closed my eyes and imagined I was back in the family room watching my daughter touch herself. I walked to the TV and blocked her view. She wasn’t shocked nor did she stop. In fact she started rubbing faster. I slid down my pajama bottoms and started playing with my larger erect cock in front of her.
She looked at me and said, “Give it to me daddy.”
I then walked over to the couch, sat beside her and started kissing her as I put her 12-year-old hands on my penis. She started stroking it as our tongues danced in each other’s mouths. I then put her on all fours and entered her pussy from behind. Her moans filled the room as I started thrusting my cock in and out of here. Before I could change positions I shot my load all over the place. I then opened eyes to hear Bibi say, “Sounds like you loved that daddy.”
I did baby,” I replied.
We made some small talk before ending the conversation. From that point we talked everyday. We’d get each other off. She always pretended to be Britt and I pretended to be her father. We also talked about life in general and quickly discovered that we had more in common than just being phone sex buddies.
One day during our conversations she wanted me to talk to Heather, her daughter. It started out with her telling me about her day and helping her with homework questions her mom couldn’t answer. For her 12th birthday I bought her a Playstation 2 and Bibi told me she wanted to thank me.
“Hi Robert,” Heather said.
“Hi Heather,” I replied. “Enjoying your Playstation?”
“I love it,” she replied.
“That’s good to hear,” I said.
There was awkward silence for a minute.
“Guess what I’m doing?” she asked.
“Playing a video game?” I asked
“Playing with my pussy and thinking about you?” she said.
“Really?” I asked as I unzipped my pants and began stroking my cock.
She didn’t say much after that. I could hear her moan. I imagined her laying on a bed touching herself while she listened to me beat off. The vision of that made me cum incredibly fast.
From that point on Heather and her mom would call me everyday. Most of the times I was at home. Sometimes I was in my car. I’ll admit that every time they called I would start stroking it. If I was driving when they’d call I’d pull over and find a secluded place to do my business. The only time I wouldn’t answer their calls was when I was with my kids or at a meeting.
The Thursday after the 2004 election Bibi and I were talking on the phone. Before we got to the fun part she wanted to ask me something very important. She wanted to invite me down to her house for the weekend.
I immediately said, “Yes.”
She gave me her address. I Mapquested it. Packed a small suitcase. And drove out of suburban Detroit driveway toward the freeway. As I merged onto I-75 I started having doubts.
“What if this was a con?” I thought to myself. “Going down there could ruin my life. It could cost me my kids. I should turn around right now.”
I didn’t. My penis was in full control of my body. It made me drive the 3 plus hours down to Lima.
I got there around ten. Instead of showing up at their house this late I checked into a hotel and jerked-off while fantasizing about the events that I hoped were going to transpire over the weekend.
The next morning I called Bibi. She was excited that I took her up on her invitation and couldn’t wait to actually meet me. I was told to come over around 4:30. With pretty much an entire day to kill I checked out of my hotel went to lunch and then the movies before driving towards my final destination.
At exactly 4:30 I arrived at Bibi’s house. It was a small one level house that didn’t include a garage. The dwelling looked like it was in serious need of cosmetic repairs. As I was getting out of my car Bibi walked out the front door to greet me. She looked heavier then she did in her pictures. If I had to guess she probably weighed close to 250 lbs and probably stood 5’7. She had black curly hair. She also sported enormous breasts.
We met each other at the bottom of the porch. First thing I did was give her a big hug. I could tell she didn’t want to let go.
“It’s great to finally meet you,” I said as the embrace continued.
“You too,” she said as she finally let me free. “You look better than you did in your pictures.”
When we first traded pictures I was a tad out of shape. However I knew after our first phone call that eventually we’d meet and I wanted to look my best. For the last two months I’d been hitting the gym and working with a personal trainer. While I wasn’t close to being a reflection of perfection I was looking and feeling good.
“You look better in person too,” I said.
That made her blush.
“Let me give you another hug,” I said as I walked over and embraced her once again.
“If you keep spoiling me with affection I might never let you leave,” she said.
“If you consider this spoiling you, you ain’t seen nothing,” I said.
That made her giggle. She then broke the hug, grabbed me by the hand and led me into the house. In the front room Heather sat on the floor watching cartons. “Look who’s here,” Bibi said as we stood in front of her.
Heather stood-up, walked over to me and said, “It’s really nice to meet you Mr. Herman,” as she gave me a hug.
“You can call me Robert,” I said as we embraced.
Heather looked nothing like her mom. She was rail thin. Probably weighed no more than 100lbs. She stood about 5’4 and had A-cup breasts. She had long black hair and braces.
“Why don’t you go back to watching TV,” Bibi said. “Robert and I have some things we need to talk about.”
She grabbed me by the hand and led me into the kitchen. We sat at the table and she told me about her money problems. I told her not to worry as I wrote her a check for $5000. She was stunned at this gesture. While she was going to ask me for a few hundred, she didn’t expect this much. I told her that as long as we were friends I would be there to help.
That night we went out for dinner to Olive Garden. It felt like a family dinner Christine, the kids and me used to have. It was great. Afterwards we went out for ice cream and to a movie.
We arrived back to Bibi’s house a little after ten. She had me sit on the couch while she made sure Heather brushed her teeth and cleaned up before bed. As I sat thee I thought how nice all this was. I felt like I was actually part of this family. While I wasn’t attracted to Bibi I enjoyed being around her. She was a friend. The only I had that knew the real me, and what I desired.
Twenty minutes later she emerged from the back of the house. She plopped down next to me and gave me a passionate kiss.
“Mmmmm,” she said before planting another big one on my lips. “I’ve been waiting all day for that to happen.”
“Me too,” I said before kissing her back.
As our lips locked I could hear her crying.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said. “I’m so happy. No man has kissed me like that since before Heather was born.”
“They don’t know what they’re missing,” I said before kissing her again.
A few minutes later she said, “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?”
“Okay,” I said.
After we both got off the couch she grabbed my hand and we walked toward the master bedroom. As we stood in front of her door she told me to wait her until she called me. She went into her room.
As I waited in the hallway I walked over to her daughters room. I quietly opened the door and peeked in. I wondered what would happen if I walked in there and started touching her. Part of me thought that since she masturbated for me over the phone that it would be okay. But the rational part of me knew still wouldn’t let me fully cross that line.
While still debating myself I heard Bibi say, “You can come in.”
As I entered toward Bibi’s room I found her naked on her bed. I’ll admit I was disgusted at her obesity. But I found the courage to walk over to her and give her a passionate kiss.
“Mmmm,” she said. “You’re a great kisser. Will you kiss my pussy?”
She then laid on her back and spread her legs for me. I got between them and dived headfirst into her hairy muff. As my tongue started playing with her clit her body started quivering.
“Don’t stop,” she screamed.
I started licking faster and faster until I brought her to orgasm. As she came she brought her legs in closer as they trapped me between them. I took this as a sign to keep going. Which I did until I made her cum three more times.
She then had me stand at the side of her bed and undress. When she saw my cock she said, “Impressive. I want you to fuck me.”
She then got on all fours. I climbed behind her massive ass, found her cunt, inserted my cock and started to pound her with it. I was worried that I was going to lose my erection. I wasn’t attracted to her. There was no way this was going to work. I thought of her daughter, my ex, porn stars, hookers I’ve fucked and my own daughter.
I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to look at her and I imagined I was in my family room banging Brittany. I started thrusting faster and faster as I pictured my daughter taking my 7-inch monster in tight twat. The thoughts in my head excited me more than the actions I was committing. Within minutes I knew I was about blow my load.
“I’m about to cum,” I said.
“Fill me up,” she screamed.
I then grabbed a hold of her large ass, bit my lip and I flooded her cunt with my jizz. Afterwards I collapsed on the bed and tried to cuddle with her She pushed me away and said I should go sleep on the couch.
After an uncomfortable nights sleep I was awoken by the smell of bacon. I got off the couch and walked into the kitchen.
“That smells delicious,” I said.
“Well my man worked up a healthy appetite last night,” she said.
“I sure did,” I said as I sat down at the kitchen table.
“I’m sorry about what happened after,” she said. “It’s been so long since a man’s slept in my bed I didn’t know how to act.”
“No worries,” I said as I started eating a wonderful home cooked meal.
“Heather, hurry up your breakfast will get cold,” she yelled as joined me at the table.
As we made small talk her daughter ran into the kitchen and sat down. It then got weirdly quiet. Heather wasn’t as talkative as she was the night before. She asked her mom if she could take her to Wal-Mart. Her mom refused until all her chores were done.
“I can help her with her chores,” I said as I finished my breakfast.
“Isn’t that nice of Robert,” Bibi asked her daughter.
“Yes mom,” she said.
“Great,” I said. “When I’m done with my shower we’ll get started.”
“What do we say to Robert?” Bibi asked.
“Thank you,” Heather said.
I then excused myself from the table. Went to Bibi’s room to get clean clothes out of my suitcase. Went to the bathroom. Stripped naked. Turned the shower on. Waited for it to get to the right temperature. I then climbed in, got wet and started lathering my body up with soap. As I was rinsing off the door opened. I then opened the shower curtain and saw Bibi and Heather. Bibi was watching her daughter take off her clothes. As Heather walked toward the shower I opened the curtain for her. My cock got rock hard as I studied every inch of her naked body.
After she joined me on the other side of the curtain Bibi said, “Look what you did to Robert.”
She looked a little scared as she saw my hard cock up close.
“It’s not going to bite,” Bibi said laughing.
I then grabbed her tiny hands and guided them onto my cock. She held onto it. It appeared she had no idea what to do. So I told her to move her hands up and down my shaft. It felt amazing knowing that the first cock this beautiful girl ever touched was mine.
For about five minutes I guided her tiny hands as she stroked my unit. Then I let go and watched her do it on her own.
“Go faster,” Bibi said as she watched from the other side of the shower.
Her daughter increased the speed of her strokes. Not long after the excitement of the moment finally got to me. My body started shaking as I started to grunt. Shortly thereafter I shot a huge load all over her.
“Taste it,” Bibi told her daughter.
I watched as Heather used her fingers to scoop up my jizz and then lick it off of each finger.
“Do you like the way it tastes?” Bibi asked.
“Yes mommy,” Heather answered right before she devoured another scoop.
“Good baby,” Bibi said. “Now I’m going shopping, I want you and Robert to have fun while I’m gone. Understand?”
“Yes mommy,” she said right before Bibi walked out of the bathroom.
I then told her to clean herself off. I watched as she soaped herself up and rinsed herself off. I then made her do it again to make sure she was extra clean. After she got out of the shower and started drying herself off I said, “Go to your room, don’t get dressed and wait for me. Understand?”
“Yes Robert,” she said.
After she left I stood under the water and started crying. I realized not only did I cross a line, but I couldn’t wait to go farther. As I relived her hand job I once again got rock hard. I grabbed my cock and started masturbating. I fantasized about fucking every hole on her young nubile body. As the movie in my mind played I shot another load all over the shower. I then quickly cleaned and dried myself before walking naked to her room.
When I got there she was laying au natural on her bed crying. I walked in and sat down besides her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I wiped away her tears.
“You don’t like me and mommy said if you don’t like me you’ll leave like daddy,” she said.
“What makes you think I don’t like you?” I asked.
“You didn’t say anything as I made you happy,” she said.
“I didn’t say anything because I couldn’t stop staring at your beautiful body,” I said.
“You think I’m beautiful?” she said as she started smiling.
“You might be the most beautiful girl in the world,” I said.
“Really?” she said.
“Really,” I replied.
She then kissed me on my cheek. I then returned the favor and kissed her passionately on her lips. For several minutes our lips locked and tongues played in each other’s mouths.
After unlocking lips to catch a breath she said, “Wow.”
“You like how grown-ups kiss?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said giggling.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“When we kissed I tingled all over,” she said.
“Did you wish you could feel that way again?” I asked.
She nodded her head yes.
“Do me a favor and lay on your back,” I said.
She moved toward the center of the bed and got on her back, I moved her toward the edge, got on my knees, spread her legs and dived head first into her pussy. As my tongue met her clit she started squirming and moaning. I removed my face for a second and lightly slapped her cunt. I then inserted a finger, which caused her body to quiver and let a loud moan escape from her mouth.
“Did you like the way that made you tingle?” I asked.
Once again she nodded yes.
“Do you want to tingle like that again?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said in an excited tone.
“Before I do that I need your help in making me feel tingly all over,” I said as I got off the bed and stood facing it.
“How do I do that?” she asked.
“You kiss this,” I said as I pointed at my penis.
“I can’t put that in my mouth,” she said while giggling.
“Why not baby?” I asked.
“You pee out of there,” she said still giggling.
“You pee out of your vagina, but when I kissed that you tingled,” I said.
“I don’t know,” she said.
“I’ll tell you what, try it for a second and if you don’t like it you can stop,” I said. “Deal?”
“Okay,” she said.
She moved closer to me and like in the shower I put her tiny hands on my cock and told her to stroke it. After a few minutes of that I told her to lightly kiss it. It felt amazing. I then had her put in her mouth and move her lips up and down my shaft.
“Oh God baby, you feel so good,” I said.
“Did I make you tingle?” she said.
“Not yet baby,” I said, “but you made me feel real good.”
“Make me tingle again,” she said in a demanding tone.
“Okay baby,” I responded.
Once again I had her lay on her back and spread her legs. For the second time in 15 minutes I once again used my tongue and fingers to give her another tinglegasm.
“Did you love that?” I asked.
“Yes Robert,” she squealed.
“Do you want to tingle again?” I asked.
“Yes Robert,” she squealed.
“This time we are going to tingle together?” I said. “And this time you don’t have to put my penis in your mouth.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Really,” I said. “Spread your legs for me again.”
I then climbed on top of her, leaned down and passionately kissed her. A few minutes later I grabbed my hard cock and slowly inserted it into her virgin cunt.
“It hurts,” she cried.
“Only for a minute,” I said as I slowly drove my unit deeper into her twat.
“I don’t like it,” she cried. “It hurts.
“You’ll get used to it in a second,” I said as I started slowly thrusting inside of her.
Soon the cries of pain were replaced with moans of pleasure. As I increased the pace of my thrusts she wrapped her legs around me.
I then placed her index and middle finger on her clit and told her to rub it. I then began thrusting faster. She started moaning louder.
“I’m tingling,” she cried out.
“Rub faster,” I yelled as I increased the tempo of my thrusts.
The sounds of my grunts and her moans filled the air. My eyes were taking mental photographs of the events that were transpiring. I didn’t want to forget anything. I didn’t want to forget the first time I took a girl’s virginity.
The faster I fucked Heather the closer I was getting to the point of no return. Even if I went slower there was no way I could delay the inevitable. Right before I was ready to blow I grabbed my cock, stroked it for a second and then shot my load all over Heather, her bed, wall and quite a few of her stuffed animals.
Normally this would have been the point where I would go to sleep. Not this time. This time I wanted to keep on going. I wanted to show Heather everything I knew about sex. A million thoughts were going through my mind as I watched my little plaything scoop my cum off of her and eat it.
“Did you have fun?” I asked as she licked my jizz from her fingers.
“It was amazing,” she said.
That made me smile. I then ordered her to lay on the bed and once again dive head first into cunt.
For the rest of the afternoon I fucked her several more times, taught her different positions and that giving head wasn’t disgusting.
Around 6 P.M. we took another shower together. While she was getting dressed for dinner at Chili’s I walked into the kitchen and found Bibi sitting at the table.
“Did you have fun?” she asked.
“I sure did,” I replied.
“Here’s the deal,” she said. “The little slut’s yours for $5000 a month. If you don’t pay, you don’t get to see her.”
“Okay,” I replied.
“I will pretend to be your girlfriend,” she said. “But every time you come here you sleep in her room. If you want to take her on vacations I have to come along too. And you have to give me a spending allowance. Understand?”
“Yes Bibi,” I replied.
“Good,” she said. “You now have exclusive rights to my daughter.”
