The Dollhouse

John and Penelope pulled up to the front of The Mermaid. John held the door for Penelope and handed the keys to the valet. He offered Penelope his arm as they entered under the awning.

"John Green," he said to the maitre d'.

"Right this way, sir," the man said, leading them to a quiet table for two.

John ordered red wine for himself and Shirley Temple for Penelope.

"I liked watching you eat her pussy," Penelope said after the server departed.

"That was so sweet of you to want me to help her," John replied.

"I feel so sad for her to not have a Daddy to make her feel pretty and sexy and wanted."

"You are definitely all of those things, Penelope. You are stunningly beautiful. You look absolutely gorgeous in that dress, and I want to fuck you so hard that my dick hurts right now."

Penelope blushed, smiled and slipped her drink. John felt her leg rubbing his under the table and he returned her smile.

"I have a personal question," John said, changing tack.

"What?"

"Do you miss your family?" he asked.

Penelope set her drink down and looked at her hands.

"I'm sorry," John said. "I don't mean to ruin the mood. I just don't know anything about you other than what I've read in your file. Forget I asked. I just want to have a good time tonight."

"I miss my brother," Penelope offered, looking up at John.

"You loved each other?" he asked.

Penelope nodded her head.

"How long were you two uh...?"

"Fucking?" Penelope blurted.

John nodded.

"He took my virginity when I was twelve. He was really sweet, actually. We had always been close. Mom was horrible, so we kind of took shelter in each other's rooms sometimes."

"Was he much older than you?" John asked.

"Four years. God I felt so sexy fucking a sixteen-year-old. I bragged to everyone at school. I just didn't tell them it was my brother."

John smiled.

"If you two loved each other so much, then I don't understand why he fucked your mom."

"Mom threatened to hurt me. She knew how much he loved me. It was the best way to tear us both down. She threatened to slit my throat in my sleep."

"I'm so sorry, Precious," John said, reaching across the table to hold Penelope's hand.

"He would still fuck me whenever he could. It was our way of getting back at mom, sneaking in quickies when she went out for cigarettes. When she caught us doing that is when she started whoring me out."

"That's awful. Why was she so hateful?" John asked.

"She said I ruined her life, but I think it was because she was jealous of me. Her boyfriends all wanted to do me. I would overhear them having sex, and one guy pleading her to let him fuck me. I guess she eventually decided to stop fighting it and make money off me."

"God, I can't believe that, Precious. I'm so sorry."

"They weren't all bad," Penelope offered. "There were a few of them that were nice to me. But some them were total dicks."

"How did you wind up at the Dollhouse?" John asked.

"Some guy I fucked in the crazy ward was one of the Senator's clients. He told her about me, I guess."

"How long have you been here?"

"I don't know. A year, maybe. I like it there. Although, I miss all the cock I used to get in the mental hospital. But the girls are definitely nicer lovers than anybody but my brother ever was."

"Well, you're definitely going to get some cock tonight," John said, taking a sip of wine.

---

After desert, John reached into his pocket and pulled out a little box. He set it on the table next to Penelope. Her eyes got big, and her hand was trembling a little bit as she reached out to pick it up. When she opened it, tears filled her eyes.

Inside was a thin, silver ring with a tiny blue gem. On either side of the stone were words engraved in black. It read "Daddy's Precious".

"Oh, Daddy!" Penelope exclaimed.

John took the ring from her and slid it onto the ring finger of her right hand.

"I love you, Penelope," he said.

Penelope leapt up from her seat and threw herself into John's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a big kiss on his lips. John sorely wanted to open his mouth to her and taste her lovely tongue, but he knew people were watching right now, and they needed to be just a daddy and his daughter.

"It's so pretty," Penelope said, looking down at her finger.

"So are you, my Precious."

Penelope laughed.

"What's so funny?" John asked.

Penelope scrunched up her face, squinted her eyes, and hunched her shoulders and repeated his words, "My Precious."

John laughed at her impression.

"Wow, Smeagol from Lord of the Rings?" he said.

"He's my favorite character, so it's perfect," she said, throwing her arms around John again.

When Penelope sat back down in her chair, she had tears in her eyes. John reached out across the table and held her hand.

"Why does it cry, Smeagol?" he asked.

Penelope immediately burst into laughter.

"You have to ask me that everytime I cry now," she said.

"I will. But seriously, are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said quietly, looking down at the ring on her hand. "I've just never felt this special before."

John squeezed her hand.

"It must be hard for you to love us all so much," she said, looking up at John.

"The only thing that's hard about it is not being able to constantly fuck each and every one of you every second of the day," he replied.

"Speaking of... fucking," Penelope said.

"Are you ready to go to the hotel?" John asked.

Penelope bit her lip and nodded her head.

"Check," John barked at the waiter walking by. "And hurry, please."

---

Penelope looked around in awe at the hotel room. It was on a high floor, and they had a lovely view of the city lights through the big window. John stepped up behind her and held her by her shoulders and lightly kissed her neck.

"Remember how I said that I missed having so much cock, Daddy?" she asked.

"Yeah. How could a man forget something like that out of the mouth of a fourteen-year-old girl?" he replied.

Penelope turned around and faced him, looking up at him with her big, blue eyes. She slid her hands up his thighs until they found his erection through the fabric of his pants.

"Oh," she gasped, squeezing him lightly. "You're bigger than my brother. Bigger than all the guys my mom made me fuck. Oh, Daddy," she breathed.

Penelope slid down onto her knees and slowly pulled John's zipper down.

"Will you cum in my mouth, Daddy?" she said, reaching into his pants.

"Oh, Penelope," he gasped, looking down at the beautiful sight before him. This lovely girl, with her freckles and her headband and her braces was pulling his swollen dick out of his pants.

"I want to taste you. I want to feel your cum warm inside my mouth," she said.

Looking up at John, she licked the underside of his dick, slowly sliding her tongue up the entire length of his shaft.

"Yes," John breathed. "Oh, yes, Penelope. Yes."

Penelope smiled and licked the precum from the tip of his penis before taking his head into her mouth.

"Oh, my god you're so pretty," John gushed at the sight of her beautiful lips wrapped around his cock.

Penelope proceeded to give John the best blowjob of his life. He'd been sucked off by experienced women before, but he had never been sucked by an experienced girl. The combination of her skill and the beauty of her young face drove him wild.

Her little hands and face contrasted with the size of his penis, and it made him feel like a god. Moreover, the girl apparently loved to suck dick.

"Oh, fuck I'm close Penelope. Oh my precious Penny, I'm going to cum in your mouth."

Penelope groaned and cradled his balls in her hand. She looked up at him with her big blue eyes, her full, pink lips wrapped around his shaft. She opened her mouth wide, resting the head of his cock against her tongue and proceeded to pump him.

John held her head to steady himself and looked down at her pretty face and lost it. His orgasm was so intense that it brought tears to his eyes. He watched as his cum pooled on Penelope's tongue. Once his ejaculation began to wind down, she took his head into her mouth again and sucked him dry.

John lifted her to her feet and kissed her deeply, his tongue driving into her mouth, tasting his bitter, salty semen in her.

"Oh, Penelope, that was..." John gasped "the best blowjob I've ever had."

Penelope smiled against his lips.

"I want to taste you, Precious," he said.

He took her hand and led her to the bed. She sat down on the edge, looking so young and tender and fresh. John slipped his suit jacket off as he drank her in, from her ankle-strap pumps to her polkadot stockings. She watched his eyes and lifted the hem of her skirt and she spread her thighs.

"Make me cum like you did for Hannah, Daddy," she said.

"Take your panties off for me," John said.

Penelope leaned back, lifting her pert little ass off the bed to slide her panties down. John watched in awe as her hands moved them down the length of her thigh-high stockings until they fell of their own accord down onto her kitten-heeled pumps. She stepped one foot out of them and then lifted the other foot out to John with the panties dangling from her ankle.

John lifted them off of her shoe and brought them to his nose. He groaned as he drank in the scent of her arousal, feeling the moisture that had saturated the gusset.

"Now unbutton your top and open your bra," he said. "I want to look at those pretty titties of yours."

Penelope bit her lip and kept her eyes on John's as she unbuttoned the top of her dress down to the belt. She slipped the straps down to her elbows and let her dress top hang open.

"I don't know how to do this bra. Will you do it for me, Daddy?" she asked.

John took one more whiff from her panties before he reached out to cup Penelope's breasts through the black lace of her bra. She threw her shoulders back and pushed herself against his hands. He squeezed her mounds firmly for a moment before moving his attention to the clasp at the front. In a moment, her pale, freckled breasts were freed. John massaged them slowly and firmly, savoring the beauty of her young, teen flesh.

"Your tits are gorgeous," John said, and he leaned down and took one of her large, pink areolas into his mouth.

Penelope gasped, and pushed herself against John's mouth.

"Fuck yes, Daddy," she moaned, holding his head with one hand and pulling on the nipple of her free breast with the other.

John laid her back on the bed and slipped a hand up under her skirt while he continued to suckle her breast. His fingers found her wet pussy lips and pushed between them, dipping into her wetness to rub it up around her clit.

"Oh my god!" Penelope cried out.

John switched to the other breast as he continued to massage her little pussy. He could feel her hips squirming, and John couldn't take it anymore. He wanted, needed to taste her young pussy. He slipped down her body, and pushed her skirt up to her belly, gazing down at the lovely sight before him. Her pale skin had light freckles along her belly and the tops of her thighs.

John leaned in and kissed Penelope's pussy right at its apex, on her sensitive little clit. He slipped his tongue out between his lips and tasted her grool. It was salty and sweet, and it drove him wild. He positioned himself between her thighs, pushing her legs apart and making love to her soft, young pussy.

Penelope moaned and held the back of John's head.

"Oh, my god, Daddy, that feels so good," she groaned.

John looked up to see her looking down at him, biting her lip, and he nibbled softly on her clit hood with his teeth. She opened her mouth in shock at the sensation, and her hips buckled under him.

"Fuck, Daddy, ohhhh!" she cried.

John lapped at her cunt, drinking in her wonderful taste, savoring the silky sensation of her pink vulva against his lips and tongue. Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore, and he stood and grabbed his cock and began rubbing it up and down her slit.

"Please, Daddy," Penelope pleaded. "Please put it in me and fuck me, Daddy."

John pressed against the opening of her vagina and felt her hips pushing up to meet him. She was tight, but incredibly wet. It took a lot of pressure, but she slowly devoured the length of his long cock with her warm, wet vagina.

"Oh, Penelope, my darling, my Precious," John groaned.

He leaned down and kissed her mouth.

"I love you," he whispered.

"Oh, Daddy," she gasped, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his ass.

John could feel the silky texture of her stockings on his ass and her fingers sliding up his neck into his hair.

"I'm going to fuck you, Precious," he said. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of the sweet little pussy of yours."

"Ohhh, Daddy, please," she responded.

John pulled back and shoved himself into her again. She was so tight, but beginning to dilate to accommodate his girth. He moved rhythmically in and out of her wet cunt, the heat of it driving him insane.

"Oh you're so tight, baby," he crooned. "You're so fucking tight and hot and wet and pretty."

"You're so goddamn big, Daddy. Oh, fuck me. Fuck my little pussy, Daddy."

John drove himself in and out of her, his passion building as he looked down at her pretty little body beneath him. Her pussy had barely any hair covering it. Her fourteen-year-old pussy that swallowed his cock over and over again.

John felt Penelope tense under him. She arched her back, thrusting her pert little tits at the ceiling and grabbing at his hair as her orgasm overtook her. Seeing, feeling her climax drove John over the edge, and he felt his balls clench once again as his cock pulsed, shooting his hot, sticky semen into her warm, pulsing cunt.

"I'm cumming, Penelope," he cried. "Oh, I'm cumming in your little pussy!"

Penelope gasped for breath as he continued to pump her, matching his thrusts to the clenching sensation of his testicles. Her feverish, little cunt milked him with its tight embrace.

As their orgasms washed over them, Penelope lifted John's head from where he breathed against her neck. She brought his mouth onto her parted lips and thrust her tongue into him, kissing him hungrily as his dick continued to spasm and squirt into her with ever-decreasing frequency.

"I love you, Daddy," she whispered.

"Oh, Penelope, my Precious," he gasped. "I love you, too."

John pulled out of her and collapsed onto the bed next to her. They held hands, looking at each other as their bodies came down from the intensity of their orgasm.

"You're an incredible fuck, sweetheart," he said.

She smiled and closed her eyes.

---

Penelope woke to the feeling of John slipping her shoes from her feet. She watched as he slid her stockings off. When he pulled her dress down off her body, she lifted her ass to help him. He pulled her bra straps down over his arms, and lifted her headband off her head.

John looked down at the vision before him: a naked, well-fucked fourteen-year-old girl. The only thing she was wearing was her ring. John removed his clothes while Penelope watched, and then they climbed under the covers together. She was sleepy. He cradled her body next to his, spooning against her soft ass.

He kissed her on the cheek, and she turned her mouth to him. She reached behind her to cradle his head as she kissed him.

"You're so grown up sometimes," John said.

Penelope smiled and snuggled against him.

"But you're still a little girl, too."

"I'm your little girl," she said, fondling her ring.

"Yes, you are," he said.

John held her until her breathing became even. Eventually, he closed his eyes and just snuggled next to her warm body.

---

John awoke the next morning to see Penelope standing by the window, naked, gazing out at the city.

"You look so lovely, Precious," he said.

Penelope turned to him and ran to the bed and jumped on him, peppering his face with kisses and giggling.

"I couldn't wait for you to wake up," she said, straddling his body.

John noticed that Penelope's naked pussy was merely inches from his face. He looked at her cunt longingly and then looked up into her eyes. She smiled down at him, running her fingers through her long, brown hair.

John grabbed her ass and pulled her cunt up onto his mouth. Penelope gasped when he moved her, and then she sighed when she felt his tongue slide up between her labia.

"You're almost as good at eating pussy as Julie," she teased.

John couldn't reply, and he didn't want to. The taste of her young twat was all he wanted right now. He lapped up between her salty folds over and over again, making her breath catch in her throat. Penelope leaned back and felt his rock-hard erection under the sheet and uncovered it. She stroked him as he licked her until he could take no more.

John sat up, lifting Penelope with him and threw her down on the bed with a squeal. He looked down to enjoy the sight of her nubile little body for a moment before he mounted her, driving his cock deep into her young pussy.

"Oh, Penelope," he gasped as her warm, wet hole enveloped him.

"Daddy?" she asked, rubbing her hands up and down his arms where he braced himself on the bed, hovering above her.

"What is it, Precious?" he asked.

"Do you think Hannah's daddy fucked her like she wanted?"

John smiled.

"You really care about her, don't you?"

Penelope nodded. "She was nice to me... and fun. I wish you could have fucked her. You would have fucked her so perfectly."

"Oh, Penelope. I would have loved that. But I have to follow the rules to protect my little girls. I promised Mommy," he replied.

John pulled back and then pushed himself into Penelope again.

She closed her eyes and relaxed her head to the side, enjoying the fullness of John's cock inside her.

"You always fuck so perfectly, Daddy," she said.

John proceeded to make love to the little fourteen-year-old underneath him. He couldn't believe how wonderfully tight and soft her pussy felt, and she made the cutest sounds as he drilled her over and over.

Penelope opened her eyes and looked up at John. She smiled at him, flashing her braces behind her full, pink lips.

"Cum in me again, Daddy," she urged. "I want to go home with your cum in my pussy."

John knew he was close, and he could feel Penelope's body responding like she was too. She squirmed under him, her little pelvis rising to meet his own. She groped her breasts, kneading the flesh and pulling at her nipples. She gasped for breath and moaned as John plowed into her.

"Harder, Daddy," she begged. "Fuck me hard."

John lifted her pale, gangly legs up over his shoulders to drive deeper into her and began to assault her little pussy with his thrusts. Penelope cried out in ecstasy.

"Yes, Daddy! Oh, fuck yes! Oh god, Daddy. Daddy! Ohhhhh, Daaaaddddd-ddyyyy!"

John looked into her beautiful blue eyes as he nailed her pussy. Her orgasm drove him over the edge, and he grunted as he came in her tight, little cunt, hammering hard against her, causing his balls to slap against her ass.

John held her legs against his shoulders and shuddered as his cock spasmed inside of her, gushing his seed, filling her warm, little cunt. He let go of her legs and collapsed on top of her, breathless. Penelope stroked his hair.

"Perfect," she whispered.

John pulled out of her with a plop, and his cum oozed from her pink lips, dribbling down toward her ass.

"I'm dripping, Daddy," she said, and she reached down between her legs to feel his semen.

"Will you lick it up and spit it in my mouth?" she asked. "I want to taste you again."

John kissed her before crawling down between her legs and spreading them wide. He loved the sight of his creamy jism flowing out of her puffy lips. He leaned in and licked his semen up and then crawled up and spit it into Penelope's open mouth. She closed her eyes and savored the taste of him on her tongue before swallowing. Then she kissed him deeply, her tongue probing into his mouth, tasting him on himself.

---

John came out of the shower to see Penelope dressed in a maroon babydoll dress that barely came down to the middle of her thighs. It had creamy polkadots all over it. She was standing in the window again, brushing out her wet hair.

"Where'd you get that dress, Precious?" John asked, admiring the backsides of her legs.

"You bought it for me, silly," she said.

"I did?" John asked.

"Yeah, you bought like three dresses for me," she replied, laughing.

"Wow. I didn't even realize. As soon as I saw you in that one last night, all I could think about was fucking you in it."

Penelope smiled at him. She threw her brush on the bed and then threw herself into his arms.

"And you did a wonderful job of that, Daddy," she said.

John leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She looked up at him and stood on her tiptoes and kissed him back.

"I could stay here with you forever, Penelope," he said. "But we have a family to get back to."

Penelope looked at her ring and smiled.

"Are you going to get the other girls rings?" she asked.

"I hadn't really thought about it yet," John replied.

"You should," she said. "And each one should have our pet name."

"Pet name?" John asked.

"Yeah. I'm your Precious. Madison is your Princess. Abby is your Angel. Becky is... your Slut, maybe? I don't know what you call Tansy and Julie yet, but I bet it will be something pretty."

"I didn't even realize," John said.

"I love being Daddy's Precious," she said, and she kissed him again.

"Will you fuck me one more time before we go?" she asked.

"Oh, Penelope," he gasped.

"Please, Daddy. I haven't even put my panties on yet."

John looked down into her big blue eyes and knew that he was definitely going to.