said, worried that this little girl had gotten herself into something she still wasn’t quite ready for… I remembered being her age, and I certainly remembered how girls were around that time too. Sex could be a wonderful, frightening thing, and this one was still all wound up on hormones. Still, was this girl too innocent and cloistered to know any better? She couldn’t just go around calling older men her Daddy…
As angry as I was, I knew I had to be open and honest with her, or the next time, she’d try to be even more sneaky about getting around my house rules. I could see virgin written all over this girl, and my fuckup of a stepson Mark was the last person on earth that deserved to sink his dick into this one… Maybe I could convince her of that, and never have to worry about this girl sneaking into my house again… Christie needed to trust me… If her parents at home couldn’t teach this girl how to properly respect herself, maybe it was best that she opened up to me... If she needed a Daddy, maybe I could be that for her…
“My parents never let me do anything Mr. Devon… I’m supposed to go to college this year. Everything is so new and exciting,” she said slowly, speaking to her knees. “I can finally get out of my house and away from my controlling parents… I can finally get out of this dress…”
She didn’t want to look at me, and in a way, that broke my heart. “You have to understand! I can’t go to college a virgin Mr. Devon… People will know. They will find out. I leave next week. Mark seemed nice, and I thought maybe I could talk him into it, and before I knew it, he was telling me to do things like suck his…”
She trailed off, finally lifting her gaze to mine. Her tongue danced around the word, but she looked as though she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
“His dick,” I finished for her, sighing. This was going to be harder than I thought, and I couldn’t deny the spark of anger that ignited inside of me when I thought about Mark demanding anything from this little girl.
“Yeah. But it wasn’t like I thought it would be,” she added, looking up into my eyes. “Mark liked most of it, but me…” She blushed. “I dunno, Daddy ... I just thought it’d be more… fun. Enjoyable. I wasn’t happy. All Mark ever wants to do is put his dick in my mouth. Do you know what I mean? Daddy ?”
Ahh fuck. She was laying it on thick with that whole Daddy bullshit. Yeah… I knew exactly what she meant. I could imagine her prim and proper little lips wrapping themselves around my big black cock. I stared at the little white girl, trying to keep myself calm. She knew what she was doing to me. My cock twitched in my pants, but I managed to keep it under control.
“He isn’t taking care of you?” I asked, indignation welling up inside at the thought that that little punk wasn’t treating this girl right. Here she was, trying to give my stepson a goddamned gift, and he was too busy looking after his own shitty needs to make it fun for her.
The look on her face told me all I needed to know—or so I thought.
“No,” Christie said, “but it’s not just that, either.” She paused again, winding a strand of hair around her finger as she cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably. ”I… I don’t know how to take care of me.”
Everything seemed to freeze as I let those words sink into my head. That couldn’t possibly be true. Could this little girl really not know how to touch herself?
“Didn’t you learn about that when you were younger?” I asked, remembering how I had “discovered myself” in my early teens, horny with no idea what the thing in my hand was even for.
“No,” she replied, the look on her face one of shame. “My parents said God would punish me…”
I tried to move on, tried to stop the embarrassment from forming a rift between us. “Well, what about, um... videos?”
“My
As angry as I was, I knew I had to be open and honest with her, or the next time, she’d try to be even more sneaky about getting around my house rules. I could see virgin written all over this girl, and my fuckup of a stepson Mark was the last person on earth that deserved to sink his dick into this one… Maybe I could convince her of that, and never have to worry about this girl sneaking into my house again… Christie needed to trust me… If her parents at home couldn’t teach this girl how to properly respect herself, maybe it was best that she opened up to me... If she needed a Daddy, maybe I could be that for her…
“My parents never let me do anything Mr. Devon… I’m supposed to go to college this year. Everything is so new and exciting,” she said slowly, speaking to her knees. “I can finally get out of my house and away from my controlling parents… I can finally get out of this dress…”
She didn’t want to look at me, and in a way, that broke my heart. “You have to understand! I can’t go to college a virgin Mr. Devon… People will know. They will find out. I leave next week. Mark seemed nice, and I thought maybe I could talk him into it, and before I knew it, he was telling me to do things like suck his…”
She trailed off, finally lifting her gaze to mine. Her tongue danced around the word, but she looked as though she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
“His dick,” I finished for her, sighing. This was going to be harder than I thought, and I couldn’t deny the spark of anger that ignited inside of me when I thought about Mark demanding anything from this little girl.
“Yeah. But it wasn’t like I thought it would be,” she added, looking up into my eyes. “Mark liked most of it, but me…” She blushed. “I dunno, Daddy ... I just thought it’d be more… fun. Enjoyable. I wasn’t happy. All Mark ever wants to do is put his dick in my mouth. Do you know what I mean? Daddy ?”
Ahh fuck. She was laying it on thick with that whole Daddy bullshit. Yeah… I knew exactly what she meant. I could imagine her prim and proper little lips wrapping themselves around my big black cock. I stared at the little white girl, trying to keep myself calm. She knew what she was doing to me. My cock twitched in my pants, but I managed to keep it under control.
“He isn’t taking care of you?” I asked, indignation welling up inside at the thought that that little punk wasn’t treating this girl right. Here she was, trying to give my stepson a goddamned gift, and he was too busy looking after his own shitty needs to make it fun for her.
The look on her face told me all I needed to know—or so I thought.
“No,” Christie said, “but it’s not just that, either.” She paused again, winding a strand of hair around her finger as she cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably. ”I… I don’t know how to take care of me.”
Everything seemed to freeze as I let those words sink into my head. That couldn’t possibly be true. Could this little girl really not know how to touch herself?
“Didn’t you learn about that when you were younger?” I asked, remembering how I had “discovered myself” in my early teens, horny with no idea what the thing in my hand was even for.
“No,” she replied, the look on her face one of shame. “My parents said God would punish me…”
I tried to move on, tried to stop the embarrassment from forming a rift between us. “Well, what about, um... videos?”
“My
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