The Dollhouse

After lunch, the girls had free time while John and Amelia met to discuss therapy sessions. John stood by the window that looked out of Amelia's office into the living room, watching Penelope and Tansy play a video game on the big screen TV.

"Have you read Penelope's chart yet?" Amelia asked him, sitting down at her desk.

John gazed at Penelope's legs as her skirt rode up. Her pale skin, dotted with freckles along her arms was even paler beneath the hem of her skirt. Despite having cum twice at lunch, John felt his dick swelling in his pants as he looked at the girl in question.

"No. I'd like to," he responded, turning back to Amelia.

"It's quite sordid, as I'm sure you can imagine," Amelia intoned in her British accent.

John sat down in the loveseat, and picked up the manila folder that Amelia placed on the edge of her desk.

"Wow," John muttered, flipping through the pages of Penelope's file.

"Yes. It seems that as soon as her mother found out about the girl's sexual relationship with her brother -- which by all accounts seems to have been mutual -- the woman set out to ruin the girl's life. She fucked the brother in front of Penelope, repeatedly, as if to prove that she was better than the girl, I suppose. Then she whored her daughter out to her own boyfriend and all of his friends, charging them money to fuck her daughter," Amelia explained.

"These notes are from Penelope's account?" John asked.

"They are cobbled together from several sources: state counselors from when her mother was arrested, her previous residential facility where she received treatment until she began to exhibit excessive grooming behavior toward her male wardens."

"I bet they liked that," John mused, thinking about how powerfully Penelope had gazed at him last night.

"Yes. She had established secret relationships with most of the male staff before the director -- a female -- discovered what was going on. One of the male staff she was fucking was a client of the senator's, and that's how she found out about Penelope and brought her here."

"Client?" John asked.

"Of Sharon's escort service," Amelia began. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you knew that the good senator was a madam and a whore."

John chuckled. "Well, I knew she was a kinky fuck who ran a club. I didn't realized she dabbled in other sexual... businesses?"

"She hardly dables, John," Amelia informed him. "She runs quite the establishment or two. And she funnels a lot of that money into this facility, under the table, of course."

"Interesting. But what about Penelope?" John asked.

"Well, I thought it quite interesting last night when she said that she wanted you to be her boyfriend," Amelia said.

"There was so much want going on with her last night. I could see the smoulder in her eyes after she ate you out. Her eyes were burning with lust," John remembered.

"And did you see the way she looked at you when she licked your cum from Julie's face? She desperately wanted you to be proud of her." Amelia tapped a lithe finger against her lips as she thought. "I think she's confused between wanting a father's love and hungering for a man's lust. Neither is really a problem, but if her yearnings are unfocused, it could cause her to act out in rather unpredictable ways."

"What if we could capitalize on these yearnings?" John asked.

"Yes?" Amelia raised an eyebrow.

"I'd like to take her on a father/daughter date, something chaste enough to accomplish in public like... I don't know, buying new clothes or going to dinner. But also couple it with a real boyfriend/girlfriend date that culminates in making love to her."

Amelia smiled.

"I'd love to be there to watch you fuck her, but given her issues with her biological mother, perhaps I should stay clear. Maybe... oh, yes, I think you should take her to a hotel. Start with the shopping. Then take her out to dinner to increase the romance factor somewhat. Then spend the night with her in a luxurious hotel room that you check into as father and daughter where you will ravage her pussy with your exquisite tongue and your masterful cock."

"I'm so turned on, just thinking about it," John said.

"Well, since you won't be sharing my bed tonight, would you consent to fuck me on my desk right now, my love?" Amelia asked, standing up and walking around to the front of her desk.

John watched as she sat on the edge and slid her skirt up high enough to reveal the tops of her white, thigh-high stockings. He stood up from the loveseat and walked over to her.

"The other girls will be so jealous when they realized that Penelope will get you all to herself tonight," Amelia said, reaching down to unzip John's pants.

"However will you cope with their disappointment?" John asked, watching Amelia reach into his pants to free his thick, swollen penis.

"I suppose we could have a daisy chain. Just imagine that, John: one woman and five girls, each tongue sliding between another's labia? We'll probably need to do it in the living room out there to have enough room for all of the legs."

John pushed Amelia's skirt slowly up to her hips, revealing her silky panites. He hooked his fingers around her waistband and tugged them down. Amelia turned her knees together to let them slide down her legs. When they landed on her expensive pumps, she stepped out of them.

"It's such a shame that there won't be one single cock here to take care of those six delicious pussies," he said.

"Oh, never fear, John. These pussies have been taking care of each other for quite some time. Trust me, we'll take exceptionally good care of each other."

Amelia leaned her back onto her desk and spread her legs wide as she guided John's thick erection into her wet pussy.

"Oh, god, Amelia, you're so warm," John sighed.

"The thought of you taking such good care of Penelope turns me on, Darling," she said.

John pushed into her, and she let out a moan. Amelia sat up and wrapped her arms around John's neck.

"You'll fuck my little baby girl good, won't you?" she asked.

"I promise," John groaned, moving slowly in and out of Amelia's cunt.

"You've already cum twice at lunch. You're about to cum in my pussy. How many more orgasms do you think you can muster today, John?" she asked.

"Mmmmm," John moaned. "I think I can manage two or three more times," he said. "There's just something about a hot, British therapist and six sexualized young girls that fires up my libido like nothing ever has before."

"Oh, John," Amelia moaned. "You're such a good Daddy to them. I know you'll make Penelope so happy tonight."

Amelia kissed John, and he quickened his pace in her.

"Yes, fuck me, Dear," she groaned. "Cum in me. I love you, John, fill my pussy, Darling."

"Oh, Amelia," he moaned. "Oh, fuck you're so wet and warm. Oh, I'm going to fuck little Penny so good tonight. I'm going to make love to her sweet little body and show her just how much she means to me."

"Oh, yes, John!" Amelia gasped. "Oh, I'm so close already. The thought of you taking her fourteen-year-old pussy is so thrilling. Fuck her like a good Daddy, John. Fuck your little baby girl for me. Oh, fuck, John, yes. Oh, I'm... I'm cumming, John."

John grunted as his cock pulsed inside Amelia, releasing his semen into her. He panted as he held himself deeply inside her, letting his orgasm course through him.

"I'm going to miss you in my bed tonight," Amelia said when she caught her breath.

"I'm going to miss you, too," he said.

Amelia stroked his cheek as she gazed up at him.

"Make your little girlfriend happy tonight, my love," she said, and she kissed him.

---

The girls all giggled when John and Amelia stepped out into the living room moments later.

"That was hot," Becky said, strutting up to John and straightening his tie.

John smiled down at the girl before grabbing her ass and pulling her body up to his and kissing her.

"Thank you," he said before kissing Becky again.

"I don't think you fucked him hard enough, Mommy," Tansy said, watching John make out with Becky. "He clearly has a lot more to give."

"Daddy is just kissing Becky goodbye before he goes on his date this evening," Amelia explained.

John let go of Becky and pulled Tansy to him and kissed her hard on the mouth while groping her chest.

"Date?" Julie asked.

"Date," Amelia replied as John let go of Tansy and drew Julie to him.

Tansy gasped and swayed as she watched John kiss Julie's little mouth.

"With who?" Penelope asked.

"With you," Amelia replied.

All the girls turned to look at Penelope, including Julie once John let her go.

"That's not fair," Becky blurted.

John picked Abby up into his arms. The little girl gave him a quick peck. Then she looked at his lips and kissed him again, longer this time. Then she opened her mouth and french kissed him with a moan.

When John set Abby down, he held out his arms toward Madison who ran into them and threw herself at him.

"Me?" Penelope croaked.

"Lucky bitch," Tansy whispered.

"Listen carefully, girls," Amelia instructed, pulling Penelope to her and stroking the girl's hair. "Each one of you will have amazing moments to spend with Daddy. At lunch today, Becky experienced something that was special, just for her. This evening, it's Penelope's turn. Daddy and I will make sure that you all receive special treatment, and each one of you will get to fuck him, perhaps even spend the night fucking him at times. Tonight is Penelope's opportunity, and it is very important that we express joy toward her right now."

"Whatever," Becky said.

"Go change into your street clothes," Amelia instructed Penelope.

As the fourteen-year-old ran off to her room, Julie followed.

"Girls, I love you all," John said. "And Mommy has something lovely planned for you tonight. Please don't be mad or jealous. It's important for us to express our emotions, but it is also important for us to learn how to channel them properly."

"I'm not jealous, Daddy," Madison whispered with her arms around his chest.

John knelt down and kissed her. He held her face and planted soft and wet kisses on her lips. Madison opened her mouth to him, and they kissed passionately for a moment.

"It's not fair," Tansy said.

John stood and walked over to where Becky and Tansy sulked.

"I haven't had the pleasure of fucking your beautiful pussy yet, Tansy," he said. "But I want to so very much. Can I have you tomorrow?"

Tansy looked up at him with big, hurt eyes.

"I don't love Penelope any more than I love you, Tansy," he said. "I love you each with all my heart. You are beautiful and special to me. But I love you each differently. I'm sorry I haven't had the opportunity to fill your gorgeous cunt with my dick yet. But if you will wait for me, I will do it Tansy. I will fuck you with long, hard strokes until I cum in you, and then Becky will get on her knees and return the favor that you gave her at lunch today by eating my creampie from your sloppy pussy."

Tansy smiled. John held her chin and leaned over and kissed her.

"Take care of each other tonight, and Penelope and I will see you tomorrow," he said.

Penelope came out of the hall in a cotton dress. She wore a bleached jean jacket over it and converse sneakers on her feet. She had pulled her bangs back from her face with a braid that she tucked to the side of her head with a barrett. She looked like a normal fourteen-year-old, and it melted John's heart as much as it stirred his cock.

He held his hand out to her, and she walked over and took it.

"I told you I'd be your boyfriend," he said. "And boyfriends take their girlfriends on dates."

Penelope smiled up at him, revealing her braces behind her full, pink lips.

---

Julie waved from the window as John and Penelope pulled away from the Dollhouse.

"Now, when we're in public, we are nothing more than father and daugher. We can't risk anyone getting the idea that you and I are also sexual partners, or else they will throw me in prison, and you will go back into foster care," John explained.

"I know, Daddy," Penelope said.

"But when we are alone, I want you to know that I think you are a beautiful goddess, and I want to ravish your body in every sexual way. I want to lick your pussy until you cum all over my face, and then I want to fuck you until you scream."

Penelope gasped.

"And right now, in this car, we're alone, so I want to touch you, if that's okay," John said.

"Oh, yes, Daddy," Penelope whispered.

John reached over and put his hand on her bare knee.

"Your legs are so sexy," he said, sliding his hand up her thigh.

"Oh god," Penelope gasped.

"You're so soft and sweet, baby," he crooned, continuing to push his hand up her skirt.

"I want to feel your wet pussy. I want to make you cum while we drive," he said.

"Unh," Penelope grunted as John pushed his hand up between her thighs. She spread them apart for him, and he felt the warmth of her pussy through the wet fabric of her panties.

"Oh, god, baby, you're so wet. Take your panites off for me so I can finger your sweet little twat, honey."

Penelope raised her hips as she pulled her panties down and let them fall off her feet. She spread her thighs and guided John's hand to her warm cunt.

"Oh, Daddy," she whimpered as John slipped a finger into her wet pussy.

"Penelope, Darling," John gasped, slipping his finger in and out of her twat. "I'm going to enjoy fucking this pussy of yours tonight. We're going to go to a hotel, and I'm going to show you how much I love my fourteen-year-old girlfriend."

Penelope cried out as John continued to fuck her with his finger.

"Oh, god, Daddy, I'm cumming," she screamed. "Don't stop! Oh, don't stop. I'm cumming, Daddy. I'm cumming on you."

John found himself panting as he tried to keep his attention on the road enough to drive safely while making sure that the teenager in the seat next to him had a mind-blowing orgasm. Eventually, Penelope's orgasm subsided, and she pulled John's finger out of her cunt and sucked it clean. The next thing she knew, John was turning the car off, and they were parked in a big parking lot.

John leaned over and kissed his girl.

"This is my last chance to make out with you before we go in the mall," he said.

"The mall?" she asked.

"I want to buy you some pretty clothes. And then I'm going to take you to a fancy dinner before I take you back to our hotel room and make love to you all night long."

Penelope smiled as tears filled her eyes.

"But before we go inside, I want to make out with my girlfriend and show her how much she turns me on. I want to kiss her pretty, pink lips and caress her soft, freckled cheeks."

John kissed Penelope, and she immediately opened her mouth to him. He held her at the base of her head, and she grabbed his cheeks. He felt her body melt under his mouth.

He looked her in the eye and said, "I can't wait to make love to you, my precious Penelope."

---

John held Penelope's hand as they strolled through the mall. He wanted to find a clothing store that would offer something moderately sophisticated for teenage girls. When Penelope saw Cynthia's at the end of the hallway, she almost dragged John as she rushed up to the window.

A teenage girl was dressing a mannequin in the window. The girl was wearing a cream-colored, layered, frilly skirt that only came down to the middle of her thighs and a tight-fitting light-blue blouse that showed off the shape of her breasts under the Peter Pan collar. The top and bottom were separated by a wide, brown ribbon tied in a big bow in back. She slipped a short, maroon dress over the mannequin that already had a pair of knee-high brown boots on. John realized that he would love to see Penelope dress like either the girl or the mannequin.

"Daddy, can I?" Penelope asked, looking up at John, holding his hand in both of hers.

"Penelope, if that girl can make you look as hot as she does, then this is exactly the place where I want to shop for you."

"Daddy!" Penelope said, swatting his chest to scold him, but then she threw her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly.

John noticed the girl in the window blushing. Oh, shit. Could she hear me? he wondered.

John led Penelope into the store by the hand.

"Hi," he said, approaching the girl as she stepped down from the window box.

"Hey there," she said, looking up at him shyly with rosy cheeks. "I'm Hannah. Welcome to Cynthia's."

"Thanks. My daughter Penelope and I were just commenting on how lovely your outfit is. I'm taking Penny to dinner tonight, and I would love to find something for her as..." Don't say sexy "...sophisticated and elegant as what you're wearing."

Hannah blushed even more brightly and bit her lower lip, looking up at John. She reached up and played with the single braid of dark brown hair that trailed over her shoulder.

"Oh, why thank you," she gasped.

Hannah looked over at Penelope.

"Gosh, you're lovely. I'm sure we can find something for you to wear that will compliment your dad's finely tailored suit."

Hannah looked John up and down and then caught his eye before taking Penelope by the hand and leading her over to a rack of dresses.

John lingered a moment and watched the two walk away, admiring the back sides of their legs. Hannah glanced over her shoulder and caught him watching and smiled before blushing and turning back to the clothes.

Keep it together, John he told himself.

Fortunately, Hannah was sexy enough to draw his eye so that nobody had to catch him checking out his fourteen-year-old "daughter". The young lady was petite and trim, a little taller than Penelope, but quite a bit shorter than John. She kept glancing his way, and more than once he caught her looking at his ass or his crotch. He returned the favor, outright staring at Hannah's breasts and legs.

He wondered how old she was. He had promised Amelia, contractually even, that he would not fuck anyone outside of her or the girls. She wanted him to be able to fuck them bareback without fear of diseases, and the doctor came regularly to give everyone checkups and make sure that no STDs were introduced into the Dollhouse. Even if Hannah were of age, he wouldn't dare fuck her even with a condom because of his promise to Amelia. But he certainly enjoyed watching her.

Once he saw Penelope catch him staring at Hannah's legs as she walked up to the counter to get something. John went over to Penelope and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Find a new girlfriend, Daddy?" she asked petulantly.

"She's very attractive, yes," John replied. "And as much as she keeps glancing at me, I can't let her catch me checking you out."

Penelope blushed and then looked down. John's heart melted at the little girl before him. He lifted her chin until she was looking him in the eye.

"Don't be jealous, Precious," he said. "She's not the one that will be sharing my bed tonight."

He leaned in and kissed her quickly and chastely, hoping to escape unseen. He heard Hannah clear her throat behind him, and he turned around, blushing.

"Um, let me get your measurements, Penelope," Hannah said. "I think I have this in a size in the back that will fit you perfectly for your date tonight with your daddy."

John's heart raced as he stepped aside and let Hannah through the aisle to Penelope. Oh, god that was close. I can't be so stupid, he chided himself.

"You're lucky, Penelope," Hannah said as she wrapped her arms around the girl to take her measurement just below her breasts. "My daddy never kisses me in public."

Oh, shit, she saw.

"I wish he would, though. A daddy's love is so important," Hannah continued. "And your daddy seems really nice."

Penelope looked up at John with her big, blue eyes and said, "He is."

Hannah smiled up at John.

"So do you go by Penelope or Penny or...?" Hannah asked.

Penelope, still looking up at John with her big eyes said, "Daddy calls me Precious."

"Oh," Hannah gasped, clutching her heart. "That is so beautiful."

John noticed a ring on Hannah's finger and reached out and took her hand.

"This is beautiful, Hannah," he said. "Isn't this a pretty ring, Precious?" he asked.

John could feel Hannah trembling, as he held her soft fingers in his.

"Thank you. It's my purity ring. My daddy got it for me when I..." Hannah blushed and looked down "...became a woman," she said in hushed tones.

John touched the ring and held Hannah's hand out toward Penelope.

"Read what it says, Precious," he said.

The silver ring had the word "Daddy's" engraved in black letters on one side of the small diamond setting and the word "Girl" on the other side. Penelope read it out and then looked up at Hannah and then at John.

"This is beautiful," John mused. "I would love to get something like this for Penelope. Where did you get it?"

"There's a jewelry store here in the mall that makes them," Hannah said. "It's called Stephanie's. It's just across the way."

John laid his other hand on top of Hannah's. He wasn't sure why he was flirting with this girl so much. Perhaps his libido was just so wired from life at the Dollhouse. But he loved the effect that his look and his touch was having on Hannah. And, truth be told, he wanted to push Penelope's jealousy trigger just a little bit so that he could get a sense of how well she was doing.

"Penelope, I'm going to go over to Stephanie's and have a look at rings. Why don't you let Hannah here get you some things to try on, and you can give me a fashion show when I get back?"

Penelope's eyes lit up.

"Really?" she said. "Oh, Daddy," she blurted, and she wrapped threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

John let go of Hannah's hand to caress Penelope's hair as she hugged him. He was sure the girl could feel his erection as she pressed herself against him. She looked up at him with a smile, and John leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"I'll be right back, Precious," he said. Then to Hannah, "I trust you'll have something beautiful for my daughter to model for me when I get back?"

Hannah just nodded, big-eyed, staring up at John.

Penelope let go of John and took Hannah's hand and waved at John before pulling Hannah over to a rack of dresses.

"Your dad is amazing," Hannah said, watching John leave the store.

"You like him, don't you?" Penelope asked her.

"I... uh..." Hannah stammered.

"It's okay. He thinks you're hot," Penelope said, making Hannah blush. "And he's right. You are."

Hannah gaped at Penelope.

"You little vixen!" she said.

Penelope giggled and then stood on her tiptoes and kissed Hannah quickly on the lips.

"Oh," Hannah gasped. "Listen. We can't... I mean..."

"Relax, silly," Penelope said, picking up a dress off the rack and holding it up to her while she spun around. Then she stopped and looked up through her eyelashes at Hannah. "Will you make me pretty for my daddy?"

"Jeez, hon," Hannah said. "You're..." she let her eyes drift down Penelope's body, lingering over her legs "...trust me. You're pretty." Hannah looked up at Penelope's smiling face. "But I will definitely help you get dolled up for that daddy of yours."

Hannah took the dress from Penelope and handed her a different one. "Here. This one will look good with your pale skin and that chestnut hair of yours."

She led Penelope around the store, gathering items for her to try on, piling them up in the girl's arms.

"You and your daddy love each other a lot, don't you?" Hannah asked.

Penelope nodded.

"I wish I had that with my dad. He's so distant sometimes. I thought when he gave me this purity ring, and we had the purity ball where he promised to love me and stay close to my heart... Well, I know he loves me, but we're definitely not close. Sometimes I think he did it just to make me vow not to fuck boys once I got my period."

Penelope set her pile of clothes down in a chair next to them and wandered over to a table of lingerie.

"How would you want your daddy to love you, if he could?" Penelope asked, fingering the lacy edge of a black bra.

"I don't know," Hannah said, strolling over next to her and picking the bra up and holding it up to Penelope's chest. "I like how your daddy kissed you. I can tell he really loves you."

"Do you want to make out with your dad?" Penelope asked jokingly.

Hannah gaped and said, "Do you?"

Penelope nodded.

"You slut!" Hannah said, smiling. "I don't blame you. Your dad is fucking hot. I want to make out with your dad."

Penelope giggled and pulled the bra tight across her chest, trying to push her ample-for-a-fourteen-year-old tits out to fill the cups. Hannah reached up and smoothed the cups over Penelope's chest.

"You have nice tits, Penelope," she said. "You should totally get this and wear it under your dress tonight. It will really lift you up and make you feel sexy."

Penelope loved the feel of Hannah's hands on her tits, and she pushed against her.

"In fact, I'm wearing this very bra right now. Want to see?" Hannah asked, looking down at Penelope's big eyes.

Penelope nodded.

Hannah pulled her hands off Penelope's chest and began to unbutton her top. She unfastened the buttons down to her belt and pulled her blouse open to show Penelope her two ample C-cup mounds pushed up by the lacy, black bra. Penelope licked her lips, fighting the urge to reach up and grope Hannah's chest. Eventually her lust won out, and she raised her hands up toward Hannah who caught her wrists.

"God, if I were one year younger, I would totally take you into the dressing room and ravage you, Penelope. But I'm 18, and if we did... I mean, I would go to jail."

Penelope looked up into Hannah's eyes and nodded.

Hannah let go of the girl and started to button up her blouse again, and Penelope caught her wrists in return. Hannah looked up to see Penelope's smile. "18, huh?"

---

John came back to find Hannah pacing outside the dressing room. He could see Penelope's feet under the door, and her jacket tossed over the top. Hannah gasped when she heard him walk up behind her.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you, Hannah. Everything okay?" he asked.

Hannah smiled up at him and bit her lip.

"Yeah. Yes. Um, have a seat. Are you ready for your fashion show?"

John nodded with a smile on his face, and Hannah knocked on the dressing room door.

"We're all set, Penelope," she said.

Penelope cracked the door and stepped out shyly. John's jaw dropped when he saw her step out. Her cream-colored dress took his breath away. The flared skirt was layered with a thin, sheer chiffon, appliqued in flowers over layer of satin, and it came to within a few inches of her dimpled knees. The black bow at her waist separated it from the satin top that hung from her shoulders with two black straps. A row of black buttons parted the line between her breasts, and her freckled cleavage just showed above the black trim along the top edge. She had a black bow on a cream-colored headband, and a pair of black kitten-heeled pumps with ankle straps completed the outfit.

"Holy fuck, Darling," John blurted out.

Hannah covered her mouth when she heard John cuss and then giggled. She was thrilled at his reaction. "I think Daddy likes it!" she proclaimed.

Penelope spun around, making her skirt billow out, and showing more of her thighs. John's heart melted even more.

"Oh, do that again, Precious," he sighed, and Penelope spun again.

John had to cover his crotch to hide the erection growing in his pants.

"Now," Hannah said, picking up something from a table next to the dressing room door. "I wasn't sure how grown-up you wanted to go with it, but we also have some stockings that would look amazing with this dress."

Hannah turned around with two pair of stockings draped over her arm. One was cream-colored with black polkadots, mimicking the buttons on the dress. The other was black with a flower pattern knit into the stockings that matched the applique pattern of the chiffon.

"Wow," John gasped.

"Obviously, the polkadots are a little more age appropriate, but if your dinner tonight is really formal, these black ones would look stunning.

John gulped at the thought of Penelope's supple legs filling out either pair.

"Let's try this," he said. "Penelope, you try on the polkadots for me, and Hannah, would you model the black ones?"

Hannah looked up at John with wide eyes.

"Oh," she sighed. "Yeah, okay." Hannah felt her pussy get wet at the thought of this handsome man staring at her legs.

"And, if it's not too much trouble..." John began.

"Anything," Hannah blurted out breathlessly.

"Would you model them with the same dress Penelope is wearing? For me?"

Hannah simply nodded as she looked up into John's eyes. She handed the polkadot stockings to Penelope and walked out into the heart of the store to find the rack with the dress in her size.

John walked up to Penelope and cradled her face in his hand.

"You flirt," Penelope said.

"I wanted a second alone with you so I could kiss you in that dress," John said, and he leaned down and placed a warm, wet kiss on Penelope's lips.

"Is this the dress you want to fuck me in tonight, Daddy?" she whispered against his lips.

John groaned in her mouth and pulled away before Hannah came back.

"Yes," he whispered, looking down into her big, blue eyes, running his finger across her blushing, freckled cheek.

Hannah slipped by them, glancing over her shoulder at John with a twinkle in her eye as she disappeared into the second dressing room.

Penelope looked up at John and said, "Would you help me take my shoes off and put my stockings on, Daddy?"

John gulped and followed Penelope over to the chair where he had been sitting. He knelt down in front of her and lifted one foot up onto his knee. Penelope spread her knees apart, giving John a view further up her skirt. His heart was racing and his palms were sweating, making it difficult to undo the straps. Eventually, he got them both undone and slid them off of Penelope's feet. Then he sat back and watched the show as Penelope slid the stockings onto her long, slender legs. They were thigh-highs, so he got a lovely peek at her black lace panties as she pulled them up.

John jumped in his skin when he heard the dressing room latch behind him. He turned to see Hannah stepping out onto the floor. She was wearing the exact same dress and Penelope but with the black, flower-patterned stockings.

"Wow," John uttered as he crawled up into the chair next to Penelope to gaze at Hannah.

She twirled around, showing off more of her legs as the skirt lifted up with her spin. Hannah reached out to Penelope, and the two girls stood side-by-side, looking expectantly at John.

"What do you think?" Hannah asked.

"Holy shit," was all John could say.

"That's Daddy's way of saying you look hot," Penelope told Hannah.

"Me? Are you sure? Because you're looking incredibly hot yourself," Hannah quipped.

She watched John as his eyes took them in. Somehow this older man was making her feel so brave and so shy at the same time. She was practically melting inside as his eyes devoured her.

"I'll take you both... take them both," John corrected himself.

Hannah gasped, and Penelope giggled.

"Well," Hannah sighed, trying to gather her wits after John's freudian slip. "I'll go get a pair of these as well."

"No," John almost whispered. "I want the ones you're wearing."

Hannah gaped at John and felt the blood rise to her face. For half a second she was afraid she was going to pass out, but then she took a deep breath and felt resolved. She turned to go into the dressing room, but John reached out and laid a hand gently on her shoulder.

"I want to watch you take them off, Hannah," he said.

She turned around, panting.

"I don't even know your name," she said breathlessly. "I'm about to lift my skirt and show you my panties while I slide silk stockings down my leg for you, and I don't even know your name."

"John," he said, and he reached up to her cheek and caressed it.

"Did Penelope tell you that I like older men?" she asked. "Did she tell you that I wish my Daddy loved me as much as you love her, that I wish he kissed me the way that you kiss her?"

John shook his head no, and he leaned in and kissed Hannah softly on the lips. She stood there passively at first, and then she leaned into him, kissing him back. She opened her mouth and felt his tongue inside her.

"Your Daddy doesn't love you the way you want him to?" John asked when they broke their kiss.

Hannah shook her head no.

"How do you want him to love you, Hannah?" he asked.

She fidgeted with the ring on her finger, twisting it. "When he gave me this ring, I pledged my purity to him to have and protect. At the time, I thought... He was so handsome in his suit, and my body was swirling with hormones, and for the first time in my life I realized that I was in love with my Daddy. And I knew that I wanted him to be the one to take my purity.

"But as my body changed, he drew away. He barely looks at me now. And I want him to look at me. I want him to look at me the way you have today, the way you look at Penelope. I want him to want me."

Penelope stepped up next to Hannah and wrapped her arms around her.

"Daddy, she's 18," Penelope said. "If it can't be her daddy, why can't it be mine? She's so pretty and sweet. Don't you want to fuck her?"

John held Penelope's face in one and Hannah's in the other.

"I wish it were that simple, Precious," he said. "But I promised your Mommy that I wouldn't have sex with anyone outside our house."

"I won't tell, Daddy. I promise," Penelope replied. "Please, Daddy, she needs you. You're such a good Daddy. I know you'd treat her so well."

John shook his head no. Then he looked at Hannah and said. "I can't fuck you, Darling. But if you'll let me, I would love to make you cum."

Hannah felt tears filling her eyes as she nodded.

John looked around the store. He was grateful that the mall was so empty today.

"Let's go inside the dressing room," he said.

John led Hannah into the dressing room and pulled the door behind him, leaving it open just a crack. He knew that Penelope would be watching. He wanted her to watch.

He kissed Hannah passionately, cradling her head in his hands. Their tongues in each other's mouths, they kissed feveredly. It was going to be so hard to not fuck this pretty girl, but he knew it was the right thing. Besides, he would save up his cum for Penelope tonight.

John slipped down to kneel in front of Hannah.

"Lift your skirt, sweetheart and show me those panties of yours," he said.

She reached down to her hem and pulled it up as John slid his hands up her silky legs from her knees to the tops of her stockings. He looked up at her black lacy panties and hooked his fingers into them and pulled them down to her feet.

Hannah's pussy was glistening in front of John's face. The dark brown curls of her pubic hair matched the braid that draped over her shoulder. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her sex straight to his mouth, kissing her on her warm, wet vulva before slipping his tongue up through the folds of her labia.

John closed his eyes and savored the saltiness of this lovely girl's juices. He heard her whimper as she placed her hands on the back of his head.

"Oh, John," she whispered.

He stood up and kissed her, his mouth wet with her grool.

"Call me Daddy," he said, unbuttoning the top of her dress.

Hannah stood in breathless awe as John pulled the straps of her dress down her shoulders, letting them hang at her elbows as her top spread open to reveal her bra. Hannah reached up and unclasped it in the front, letting the cups fall away to reveal her ample breasts. John reached up and palmed her, before pinching each of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

"You're so beautiful, sweetheart," he breathed, leaning down to kiss her neck as he continued to tug at her nipples.

"Oh, Daddy," Hannah gasped.

John looked up from Hannah's neck to see Penelope watching through the crack in the door. The hem of her dress was pulled up, and she was rubbing herself through her panties. John smiled at her before licking Hannah's collarbone.

"I'm going to make you cum, darling," John said. Then he slid his tongue down from her collarbone to her sternum, before taking each of her areolas into his mouth and sucking on them.

"You're so pretty. I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you, and I can't wait to drink the cum from your pussy," he said, and he slid back down to her warm snatch.

Hannah spread her legs as John's mouth closed over her. She ran her fingers through his hair, and when his tongue slid slowly up through her folds and over her clitoris, her hands balled into fists, pulling at his hair.

John moaned, his voice sending vibrations through her sex. Hannah pushed herself against his mouth. He began to lick a slow and steady rhythm up through her labia and over her clit, savoring the taste, inhaling the smell of her young pussy.

Hannah began to whimper with each stroke, and John quickened his pace, keeping his tongue wide and soft as he slipped it up over her firm clit. Eventually, he just focused on her button, slipping a finger up into the opening of her vagina. He pressed gently against the resistance of her hymen. He was surprised when he felt the resistance give way even though he was not pressing very hard. He pulled his finger out and looked briefly, but there was no blood, and Hannah never gave any indication of pain.

He returned to licking her clitoris and slid his finger back into her, slowly fucking in and out of her tight channel.

"Unh," Hannah whimpered. "Oh, yes. Daddy, yes!" Her voice was so quiet and soft, but the tightness with which she pulled his hair let John know that she was building. "Oh fuck, Daddy. I love you," she cried, and John felt her body tense. He held his tongue on her clit as she pressed his head hard into herself.

"Oh, god yes," Hannah cried, and she pulled John's head upward.

He stood, looking down at her. Hannah had tears in her eyes as she looked up at him. Her fingers were still entwined in his hair, and she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him. He could feel how much her body was still trembling, and he wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her and to pull her close to him to feel her.

"Hannah, why are you crying?" John asked. He was afraid that he actually had hurt her.

"Because I've waited so long for someone to make me feel that way," she said.

John held her tight and looked down at her pretty face, caressing her cheek.

"I wish you were my daughter," he said. "I would make you feel this way all the time."

Hannah looked up at him, searching his eyes. "I know you would," she said. "And you should know that Penelope feels the same way about her Daddy as I do."

John's heart stopped. He didn't know how to respond. He searched Hannah's eyes for accusation.

"Promise me you'll fuck her, John," Hannah said. "That pretty little girl out there wants her Daddy so bad."

John took a deep breath and looked up at where Penelope watched them through the crack in the door.

"What kind of man would I be if I fucked a fourteen-year-old girl?" John asked, searching her eyes.

"You would be a good and loving Daddy," she replied. "Take her tonight. Look at how lovely she is in that dress," Hannah said, turning to smile at Penelope through the crack in the door. "I won't tell," she said, turning back to John.

"I'll promise if you do something for me," he said.

"Anything," Hannah breathed.

"Let me buy this dress for you. Wear it home to your Daddy. Tell him how you feel. I know if I were your daddy, I couldn't resist you."

"Minus the stockings though, because I still owe you a pair," Hannah said, bringing a smile to John's face.

"Keep the stockings, dear. They look incredibly sexy on you. Wear them when you fuck your father for the first time. I'll buy them for you too."

Hannah caressed John's cheek and smiled at him. He leaned in and kissed her.

"It's a deal," she whispered before kissing him again.

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Penelope slipped her old clothes into a bag. She was going to wear her new clothes out of the store. Hannah led them up to the counter. John lingered at the table with the bras and panties.

"Can we get a bra like the one you're wearing, Hannah?" John asked, fingering the lace.

"She's already wearing one," Hannah said over her shoulder with a smile.

When Hannah rang up the tags and told John the total, he shook his head.

"You forgot to charge me for your dress and stockings," he said.

"I can't let you buy me those," Hannah protested.

"You let me eat and finger your pussy in the dressing room," John returned. "You can most certainly let me buy you those. Besides, we had a deal, didn't we?"

Hannah smirked as she rang them up and then held out her hand to take John's credit card. When she handed it back to him, she took his hand before he could pull it away.

"What if he rejects me, John?" she said.

John shook his head.

"If you want to know, you have to take the risk," he said. "But if he does," he took a slip of paper and a pen from the counter and wrote his cell number, "then call me. If you're not turned off by the thought of a grown man fucking his fourteen-year-old daughter, then maybe I can find a place for you at my work."

"Where do you work? Pedophiles-R-Us?" Hannah quipped.

"What if I said yes to that?" John replied.

"You're not a pedophile, John. Pedophiles are predators. You're a big-hearted man who is not afraid to love a trembling little girl."

"You can't mention this to anyone, Hannah," John said, taking her hand. "But if you are ever in trouble, especially with your dad, then call me." He placed the slip of paper in her palm.

John took Penelope's hand in his and grabbed her bag as they turned to walk out of the store. He glanced back over his shoulder to see Hannah standing there at the counter, watching them, biting her lip.

"You should have fucked her, Daddy. She needs it bad," Penelope said.

"You shared a stranger with me," he replied. "Do you feel jealous at all?"

Penelope shook her head and leaned into him.

"Why would I feel jealous? You're amazing, and she needed someone amazing. Plus it was really sexy to watch."

"But with how your mom treated you, I was afraid of making you jealous, of triggering the feelings you used to have when she fucked your brother in front of you."

"You're nothing like my old mom, Daddy," Penelope replied. "Besides, Mommy taught us all about the fact that sharing is important. I love to see you make others happy."

"God, you're so grown up, Penelope."

"But I'm just a little girl in my Daddy's arms," she said holding his hand in both her own. She pulled him down to her level and whispered in his ear, "Take me to dinner and make love to me like you promised."