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Standard Reader Advisory:
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This story depicts sexual provocation between underage girls and adult
males.  If you are under the legal age of consent in your country, are
offended by this type of material, or if you reside where it is illegal

to possess such content, read no further.

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| This is a new short to placate the faithful while I complete my     |
| promised sequels.                                                   |
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| The style is not nearly as raunchy as my usual stuff, so be         |
| forewarned that you may need a lot fewer tissues than usual,        |
| if any.                                                             |
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| In any case, I hope you can still enjoy it.                         |
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| P.S. Thank the heavens for all those awesome child and teen         |
|      modeling websites!  All those promising young careers :-)      |
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| -head2fat-                                                          |
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She Only Wants to Please Her Daddy

(c) 2005 Kari Alarus


"Mom," Margie cries, "I'm a little concerned about Daddy."

"Why sugar? What happened?" Lucy asks her stunning 10-year old
daughter.

"Well, I wonder if he might be getting too weak," Margie replies.

"Too weak? What do you mean, sweetheart?" Lucy asks.

"Well, I think I've been causing Daddy to lose a lot of his cream
lately," Margie admitted.

"No, no, wait a minute!" her mom exclaims, "You what?"

"I've been causing Daddy to lose a lot of his baby cream. A whole lot,
Mom," Margie sheepishly replies. "And now Daddy has been acting kind of
funny, like he's not well or something."

Lucy takes a few breaths to calm herself down. "Okay, sweetie. Tell me
exactly what happened."

"Well, mom, I've might have been a little too naughty," Margie admits,
"But daddy has been naughty too!"

"Naughty? How, sweetheart?" Lucy asks, not really sure if she wants to
hear the answer.

"Well, I've been wearing different clothes," Margie replies. "but I
only wear them when Daddy and I are alone."

"What kind of clothes, sweetie?" Lucy is getting more and more
uncomfortable with this conversation.

"Well, I have these shorts that don't even cover half my butt," Margie
admits. As she does so, a sly smile crosses her face. "And I have this
little bathing suit that barely covers my coochie. I have some cute
little skirts that might be just a little short, well, really short,
like my butt pokes out in the back. And I walk around a lot, with only
a t-shirt and no pants; just these really tiny panties and these really
high shoes."

"Good lord!" her mother blurts out, before recovering her composure.
"Um, sweetheart, where did you get these clothes?"

"Daddy bought them for me," Margie replies. "We get them in town, you
know, on the Saturdays when you have to go in to work. Daddy knows this
really cool shop that makes special clothes for little girls."

"Oh, he does, does he?" Lucy is working very hard to curb her growing
rage.

"Yeah, Mom," Margie continues, "The ladies there suggest all sorts of
neat stuff for me to wear. I didn't think so at first, but once I saw
how happy those clothes made Daddy, I started to like them too. Daddy
said I look sexy. When I wear those clothes in the shop, all the other
daddies always look at me with big smiles on their faces and ...,"
Margie pauses for just a second, "and um that's it."

"No, young lady, you started to say something," Lucy presses, "and I
want to know what that is."

"But. Mom, you might get mad," Margie protests.

"Okay, if I promise that I won't get angry, will you tell me?" Lucy
offers.

"Well, yeah," Margie relents.

"Okay I promise," Lucy says, "Now what was it that you started to say?"

"Just that the daddies also get big bulges in their pants," Margie
admits, her face visibly flushing. "At first I was afraid when I saw
it, but Daddy told me that all men get like that when they see a very
pretty girl. After that I was, like, sort of proud."

"Did your father also get a 'big bulge' in his pants?" Lucy asks.

"Yeah, all the daddies did," Margie replies.

"Were there other little girls in the shop?" Lucy asks.

"Oh yes!" Margie replies. "There must have been 9 or 10 the last time
we were there. We were all having lots of fun making the daddies bulges
grow big. And, oh my god, some of them got really really big!"

Poor Lucy is barely able to conceal her shock at that reply. "Did
anything else happen, sweetheart?" Lucy asks, very carefully.

"Not really, Mom." Margie replies, "Just that all of us girls got a
real giggle when the ladies running the shop squirted water on any of
the daddies who tried to touch themselves, you know through their
clothes. The ladies said that that kind of behavior was not allowed in
the store and would not be tolerated."

Lucy takes a few more deep breaths. This is much more than she can
possibly process at the moment. What shocks her the most, is that she
is only now hearing about this.

"So what happens when you wear these clothes for Daddy?" Lucy asks.

"Well, I get to choose the clothes, you know, to surprise him," Margie
replies. "I put on some make-up, then I come down the stairs to 'model'
my outfit for Daddy. It makes me feel a little naughty to know what
kind of affect I'm going to have on him."

"Exactly what kind of affect, sweetheart?" Lucy asks, very carefully.

"Well, he's usually sitting in his easy chair, with a towel over his
lap," Margie begins. "There's always a bottle of lotion and a box of
Kleenex on the table next to it. As soon as he sees me, the towel
starts to rise, almost by magic, but I know what's really happening,"
Margie giggles. "And it always makes me giggle, even
though Daddy says that I should pretend to be shocked. Oh, and Daddy
tells me to be creative when I 'model'!"

"Just a minute!" Lucy interrupts. "What exactly is being 'creative'?"

"Mom, are you sure that you're not gonna get mad?" Margie cautiously
asks.

"Yes, dear, I'm not going to get 'mad'," Lucy says, barely hiding her
exasperation. "I just want to know what happens, okay?"

"Yeah, alright," Margie says, not entirely sure that she should
continue. After all, Daddy did warn her not to say anything.

"Well, I do things like pulling up my panties, bending over and
smiling, saying 'Oops' while dropping something on the carpet, pulling
my little skirts up even higher, putting my hands on my butt,
pretending to cover my coochie when my panties start to show, and
shaking my finger when the towel on Daddy's lap starts moving up and
down."

"What do you mean - the towel moves up and down?" Lucy asks.

"Mom, you know," Margie replies, "when his thing starts to move
completely on its own, like when a guy really likes what he sees. Daddy
explained it all to me."

"Oh, right, sweetie, okay," Lucy pretends, more eager than ever for her
daughter to finish.

"I also say things that make it move up and down even more," Margie
adds.

"Say things? Like what, sweetheart?" Lucy asks, her voice noticeably
shaky.

"Daddy taught me most of it, but the other girls teach me things too,"
Margie begins. "Like I might say, 'Is my little skirt making Daddy
hard?' 'Naughty Daddy, thinking such nasty thoughts about his little
angel!' 'If I bend over now, will you spurt?' 'Um these panties are
kind of tight, maybe I should remove them; would you like that?' You
know, stuff like that."

Suddenly Lucy has to sit down. This has gone far beyond anything that
she could have possibly feared. "And after that what happens?" she asks
weakly.

"Well, usually, one of the things I say causes Daddy to moan really
loud, then he slips his hands under the towel and jerks the cream out.
I don't really see his baby cream, just the wetness that seeps through
the towel. Oh, and I smell it, too. You know, a really funny smell
that's still nice in a strange way."

"Good God!" Lucy exclaims to herself. A thousand wild thoughts race
through her mind, mostly about bludgeoning her husband, but while her
daughter is talking, Lucy is intent upon learning as much as she can.
"Does Daddy ever touch you?" she asks.

"What do you mean, Mom?" Margie asks, genuinely surprised by the
question.

"What I'm getting at, honey, is does he try to touch you down there, on
your coochie?" Lucy asks.

"Eww God, Mom! No!" Margie cries. "Why would you ask that?"

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, sweetheart," Lucy apologizes. "It's just
that some men try to do that to little girls. It's a very bad thing,
and it's against the law, as well. I just want you to be safe."

"Mom," Margie responds, "Daddy told me all about that stuff. He
promised that he would never do that, and that he would never ever let
any other man do it, either. He told me exactly how bad it is, Mom. I
trust Dad. I know he would never even think of doing that to me. He
loves me, and he wants to protect me!"

"But why does he make you do all those horrible things?" Lucy blurts
out.

"What horrible things?" Margie lashes back. "I enjoy helping to make
Daddy happy. And he doesn't make me do anything! I like showing off for
him. It makes me feel special. Daddy also says that you don't try very
hard to make him happy anymore. At least I do! But don't worry; Dad and
I are not going to have sex, Mom!"

Lucy was caught completely off-guard by that last remark. "Oh shit!"
she exclaims to herself. "Look, sweetheart, I'm sorry." And then,
choosing her words very carefully, "It's just that I feel bad that your
father is not very happy with, um, us, too. My real concern is that
what your father is doing with you is not normal; plus it's very very
wrong!"

"Well, I don't feel at all bad about what I'm doing!" Margie screams.
"And neither should Daddy! You're just jealous because I'm getting all
his attention, now! If you did your job as a wife, maybe Daddy would be
happy with you, too! Maybe I'd even make a better wife!"

"Just a darn minute, Margaret Allen Dunbar!" Lucy yells. "Don't you
ever talk to me like that again! You don't know squat about what has
happened between your father and me. It's complicated. And quite
frankly, I don't feel that I need to explain any of my private life to
you! As for you, young lady, I order you to go to your room, now!"

"I won't!" Margie exclaims defiantly. "All I wanted to do was ask for
your advice because I was concerned about Daddy, but then you go all
off! Well, I hate you!" With that, Margie storms out of the house.

Lucy's head is spinning. It's fortunate that she's already sitting
down. All that she knows is that she is going to have one hell of a
'conversation' with her husband when he gets home. And he'd better be
ready to pack his bags, once she's done! But first she might want to
check out her daughter's 'special' wardrobe. It couldn't really be that
bad, could it?

Against her better judgment, Lucy gets up to pour herself a drink. She
feels the need for something strong to get her through the rest of this
wretched day. Then, there's the unenviable task of making peace with
her suddenly precocious 10-year old daughter!

Lucy prays that this day doesn't get any worse than it already is.

Yet, little does Lucy know is that her daughter has also been
'modeling' for some of the other daddies, as well, and quite lucratively,
too. In fact, at this very moment, Margie is headed to the house of her

9-year old friend Francie, whose daddy is infamous for blowing very
huge wads indeed, especially whenever Margie visits. And with not a
single towel in sight!

-head2fat-

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