Call Me Daddy, part 1

(f-solo, Mf, reluc)

by Pan (c) 2000

9/2000

Revised 5/2001

Joseph Piller had a foster daughter named Alex.  
Alexandra was really his wife's idea.  Mrs. Piller 
was a god-fearing soul, and considered that there 
would be nothing more giving in this world than to 
take into their home some wayward child.  Or some 
brat piece of trash, as Joe liked to think about 
them.  But what Mrs. Piller wanted she got - 
otherwise he would get an earful about god, hell, 
redemption, original sin, and enough holy guilt that 
would make even the pope impressed at its long 
windedness.  So four months ago, Joe became the legal 
guardian of Alex, a girl who had been in juvenile 
detention at one point.  Her social worker said that 
she had had a wild youth.  She was in trouble for 
mostly petty crimes like theft and failure to report 
into the state social system.  Apparently none of her 
previous families had been able to cope with her.  
She'd been out of juvenile for a year, and in that 
time, six families had tried to take care of her, but 
all had given up.

"Oh, it'll be good to help such a troubled child.  
Don't you think, dear?"  Mary, his wife, smiled 
angelically at him.

"Absolutely, dear.  Shouldn't be a trouble at all."

It wasn't a trouble financially.  Joe was a partner 
in a very big law firm.  He entered young, straight 
out of law school, mostly with the help of his wife.  
Mary's father was the senior partner.  Now that he 
was in his late thirties, Joe was a junior partner, 
and making plenty of money.  They had a large house 
in the suburbs, just outside of the city.  They had 
four kids already, thanks to that Catholic stance on 
birth control.  Two were already off at college; Jane 
and Roger were still in high school, Roger at a 
boarding school, leaving three open rooms.  Plenty of 
room for one more.

Normally another stray brat would have been fine, 
hell, he'd handled four already.  As long as his kids 
knew who was king of the castle, they were fine.   He 
had already shipped two to college, so they were out 
of his hair, and Roger was going through his teenage 
angst far away.  But this brat was all Denise the 
Menace poured into the body of a sixteen year old 
girl with an eyebrow ring and a tongue stud - all 
that crossed with Damian the Anti-Christ.  Alex 
rarely showed up for school for one thing.  Not that 
Joe really cared one way or another if the little 
bitch got an education, but every couple of weeks he 
was dragged to a pointless teacher-parent conference 
at St. Bonnaventure.  Then there was the noise.  She 
played her alternative girl rock music at house-
shaking volumes.  And worse of all, she never 
listened to his wife.  Normally that would give him a 
chuckle, but every time she disobeyed Mary, he would 
hear a thirty-minute tirade that night.  Home life 
was becoming a big pain in his ass.  Then one day, it 
got much better.

He was coming home from the office that day like any 
other day.  A client was about to leave the firm for 
another firm, and Mary's father was blaming him for 
losing such a valuable costumer.  It was pretty 
stressing on Joe, and all he wanted to do was go home 
and veg-out in front of the TV with a beer.  He 
pulled his Mercedes SUV into the driveway of his 
home, but he noticed a pair of feet sticking out from 
underneath one of his hedges.

Joe climbed out and threw his suit jacket onto the 
seat.  Loosening his tie he walked over.  The feet 
were wearing ratty canvas Converses and jeans that 
were frayed beyond hope.  In the air Joe smelled a 
distinctive sweet odor.  He grabbed both feet, and 
yanked them out from underneath his hedge.  Out shot 
a teenage boy with a ratty t-shirt to match his other 
cloths.  His hair was long and unkempt, and he was 
smoking a fat joint pinched between his fingers.  Joe 
recognized him as one of the punk kids who hung out 
with Alex.

"Mark, what the hell do you think you're doing?" he 
asked.  Joe could be intimidating when he wanted to.  
He stood a good six foot three, and working out kept 
him well muscled for his age.  His once silky light 
brown hair was balding a little at the hairline, but 
still had a good luster to it, and his unshaven jaw 
had strong lines, especially when he set them firm, 
which he was doing just then.

"Uh... Mr. Piller - I was just relaxing."  Mark said.

"Yeah, you're looking very RELAXED from what you have 
in your hand.  Do you know how much trouble you can 
get into if you're caught with that?"  Joe silently 
thought about how much of a pain it would be for 
HIMSELF if Mark were caught with that on his 
property.  He'd have to talk to Mark's parents, then 
Mary would probably call a get together between them 
and plan out some sort of stupid intervention.

"Where did you get it?  Tell me, and I might let you 
off."

"Really?  Uh... right - Mr. Piller.  I got it from 
Alex.  She sold it to me."

"She's dealing?!"

"Yes, sir.  But please don't tell her I told you."

"Where does she keep it?"

"It's just in her book bag, front pocket."

Joe then picked the kid up forcibly, and then took 
the joint in his hand.

"Get out of here, Mark.  I don't want to see you 
doing this on MY property again.  Understand?"

"Yes - sir!  Thank you, sir!"  And then Mark ran off 
down the street.

Joe went into the garage and took a long drag on the 
joint.  Throwing the rest into the trash he smiled.  
With a sense of victory, Joe went upstairs to Alex's 
room.  Now he had something to get rid of the 
annoying sociopath.

Coming down the upstairs hallway, loud music filled 
the air.  That and the soft Chinese carpet muffled 
the sounds of his steps.  Alex's door was slightly 
opened, so he peaked in first.  He could see Alex 
lying on her bed, looking out her window and away 
from the door.  She was a very slight girl of about 
five foot three in height, and maybe one hundred and 
five pounds soaking wet.  From his angle he could see 
the short blond hair, which was gelled up in a 
prickly fashion.  She was still wearing her school 
uniform, a red plaid skirt with a tight fitting white 
button shirt.  She had well developed breasts, 
rounding out plumply from her chest.  Her shoes were 
off, but she was still wearing white socks that only 
cam up to her ankles.  But before he burst in on her 
Joe noticed something else at her angles.  Her 
panties.  He stopped when he saw the silky red 
panties on her right ankle.   Moving up her bare legs 
and to her red skirt, he saw that she had one hand 
shot under the elastic waistband of her skirt.  He 
stopped.

He watched as she drove her arm rhythmically under 
her skirt.  Her other hand pulled her hem up a little 
as she caressed milky thighs.  Her legs moved more 
apart, and her toes started to curl with tension.  
Her chest then started to rise and lower more deeply.  
Horny cunt, Joe thought.  He considered the options, 
and made his decision quickly.  He walked in without 
a knock or warning, and slammed the door shut behind 
him.

Alex jumped with shock, and immediately pulled her 
hand out from under her skirt.  She tried to hide it 
at her side, close to the sheets, but he already saw 
it glistening with juice.  Her foot shot underneath 
the bed covers hiding her dropped panties.  She wore 
an astonished expression on her face, and bulging 
green eyes stared at him in anger.  Her face and her 
eyes especially had a tease of Latino heritage to 
them, giving her a spicy look.  Joe thought that she 
was actually pretty if he ignored the prominent 
eyebrow ring, multiple ear piercing, and the tongue 
stud, which he saw only when she was saying something 
irritating.  That basically happened anytime she 
opened her mouth.

"What the fuck are you doing?  Ever heard of 
privacy?"

"It's my house, girl, I come and go where I want," he 
said after he turned down the stereo.

"Well, what do you want?"  Alex sat up, against a 
large teddy bear.  It used to belong to Joe's 
daughter Lenora, as did the room before she left for 
college.  He was surprised Alex had not gotten rid of 
it, but it was about three feet tall and probably 
good for a pillow.  He scanned the rest of the room, 
and noticed how Alex had tried to cover up all that 
was Lenora's things.  The pink wallpaper was now 
covered with rock posters.  Courtney Love and Sinead 
O'Connor stared menacingly at him.  Where Lenora had 
horses of all forms in the room, now Alex's junk was 
piled everywhere, CD's, candles, incense.  Then, Joe 
found her book bag.  He walked straight to it, and 
grabbed it.

"What the fuck?!"  She sat up with indignation on her 
face.  "Get out of my bag."

Searching through the front pocket he pulled out a 
bag of weed, a sheet of LSD, a medicine bottle of 
unmarked white pills, and a Robotusson bottle with 
clear liquid in it.

"Shit," she said.  "Damn you Mark Funky Bunch."

"Ha!  I take it this isn't pipe tobacco,"  Joe said 
triumphantly.  "This is LSD, but what's the rest of 
it?"	

Defeated, Alex said, "The pills are X, and the 
bottle's some shit you probably never heard about, 
and don't want to know."

"Whatever.  I got you now, girl, and you'll be out of 
here soon."

Alex looked down at her bed for a moment.  "Fuck.  I 
wouldn't mind another foster house, but if I get 
busted for narcotics, they'll send me back to juevee.  
I don't want to go back to juevee.  Please, Mr. 
Piller, I'll be better.  I promise.  I'll stop 
selling.  I'll stop using.  I'll go to school.  I'll 
do whatever you say.  I'll be a good girl!"  Alex 
leaned forward in a kneeling position, hands clasped 
between her knees and her arms where pushing her 
breasts together.   Large green eyes looked toward 
Joe with genuine fear in them.

Joe sensed the fear in her voice.  "A good girl, 
huh?"

"Yes.  You'll get no trouble from me."

"I really couldn't give a fuck - just stay out of my 
way.  Don't bother me with your rebelling shit."

"Yes.  Absolutely."

"And I really don't care if you deal, but just make 
sure Mrs. Piller doesn't find out.  As a hard rule, 
obey Mrs. Piller to the teeth.  That way I don't have 
to hear her complain every night."

"Okay."

"Actually, I want you to get me some free weed."

"Free?  But..."

"Free.  Not much.  Just enough for a joint or two 
every week.  I'm not as bad as I was when I was 
younger."

"Sure."  Joe then threw the drugs onto the bed in 
front of her.  She took them and immediately went to 
put them in her bag at the side of her bed.  To do 
so, she rotated away from him to lean over.  Joe then 
caught the sight of her fire engine red panties still 
wrapped around her ankle, and as she bent over to 
place things in her bag, her skirt opened up to 
reveal a round butt and brief glimpse of pink flesh.  
Even though she was light and a small girl, her waist 
flared out well.  Joe could not help but admire its 
quality.  While bending over she turned her head and 
caught him looking.  A frown crossed her nose, and he 
looked away.

Sitting back up she leaned against the teddy bear and 
crossed her legs and arms.  A few moments passed as 
his face felt a little flush.

"Anything else, SIR?" she said impatiently.  His eyes 
then moved to her nightstand, where she had a 
container of birth control pills.  They were out in 
the open and he could see that one week's worth was 
already gone.  He laughed inside.  She had probably 
left them in the open to piss off his wife.  Her eyes 
followed his eyes to the nightstand, and she looked 
back with challenging stare.

"Are you sleeping around?" he asked.

"Am I sleeping with someone on a regular basis?  No.  
Am I a virgin?  No."

"Yeah. I think there might be one more thing."

He considered how to say it, but she spoke first.

"So I won't bother you, I'll sneak you drugs, and 
listen to your WIFE," she said.  "And are you also 
going to fuck me?"

Joe did not have sex with his wife often.  They were 
good Catholics, thanks to Mary, so no birth control.  
Since his youngest child was Jane, and she was 
sixteen like Alex, he had not slept with Mary since 
then.  It was not like he went without.  That would 
have been impossible.  He had the occasional affair, 
and sometimes he purchased it.  Actually just last 
night, a supposed business meeting was really Joe 
seeing his regular prostitute downtown.  But affaires 
were risky, and prostitutes were only a little less 
so, but expensive for good ones.  And he had 
standards.	

"Maybe, what do you think about that?"

She gave a long sigh.

"I rather get fucked here than go to juevee.  Girls 
can get fucked there too."  Still sitting and leaning 
against the large teddy bear she unfolded her arms 
and put them at her side, and then she unfolded her 
legs.  She leaned back further against the teddy bear 
and looked at him nervously.

Joe then sat on the bed next to her, and put a hand 
on her warm thigh.  She looked at him with eyes 
filled with challenge.  She even curled one corner of 
her lip in a smile, as if she did not think he could 
do it.  She was daring him.  But Joe's resolve was 
stronger than she thought, and he moved his hand to 
her inner thigh where the skin became soft like a 
baby's.  And without any hesitation, he pushed his 
hand up her leg and under her skirt.  She flinched in 
surprise, jerking her knees slightly up, but not 
enough to stop him.  His fingers touched soft flesh, 
and he moved his digits around touching her labia.  
Her mouth parted a little, and he could see the glint 
of her tongue stud.  Breathing became deeper as her 
chest rose to a heightened pace.  Her face became 
flush as she looked down to where his hand 
disappeared under her skirt.  Pushing apart her 
vaginal lips he felt a little moisture.  It was 
probably what remained of her masturbation before he 
burst in on her.  He plunged two fingers into her, 
and she let out a small gasp, still surprised.  He 
started to go up and down her internal walls while 
she started to relax.  First her knees came down and 
she spread them apart.  Lifting up her skirt, he 
looked at her mostly bare cunt.  It was sporting a 
bikini shave, and the little hair she had left was 
died purple.  He smiled at her punk pussy and 
continued to stroke her.  Alex's hands reached up 
behind her grabbing the head of the teddy bear as she 
arched her back in arousal.  Her chest and breasts 
looked like they were ready to burst out of her 
school uniform.

Staring at her breasts, he pulled his hand out from 
between her legs .  Grabbing her skirt, he pulled 
them down her slender legs and then off of her.  She 
closed them and looked at him nervously.

"Take your shirt off," he said.

"Yes - DADDY," she said with loathing.

"I like that.  Keep on calling me that, but you 
better say it with true respect.  Otherwise we'll 
start packing your things now."  She bit her lip and 
nodded as she continued to unbutton her shirt.  "So 
are you going to be a good girl?"

"Yes, daddy," she muttered.

"What are you going to do for daddy, Alex?"

"I'll do whatever daddy says.  I'll be a good girl, 
and make daddy very happy.  I hope daddy likes 
fucking me very much."  She took off her shirt 
revealing a silky bra that matched her red panties.

"That's my good little girl.  Now take your bra off, 
sugar."  She nodded again reaching behind her back.  
Soon she slipped her bra off, and revealed the 
perkiest set of breasts he had ever remembered.  
"Lean back and put your arms up.  Let daddy see those 
fine tits of yours."

She leaned back and put her arms up again touching 
the head of the giant teddy bear behind her.  She 
arched her chest forward as Joe admired her.  Her 
breasts were so firm that they held their shape 
perfectly.  When his much larger hands engulfed them 
he felt tender softness, but there was just a hint of 
dense flesh like fruit still ripening.  He squeezed 
them and pushed them up.  When he let them go they 
quickly bounced back to their starting positions 
ready for more attention.

"Damn!  Why do you have such amazing tits?"

"The better to please you with, daddy."

"Damn right they do."  Her nipples stood up at 
attention now, and he delighted in mashing her two 
soft orbs together.  One hand he caressed her short 
blond hair and her face.  Passing her mouth he 
allowed her to suck on his fingers.  He felt the stud 
slide by when she did.

"Do you want me to touch your cunt again?" he asked 
her.

"Yes, daddy, please finger fuck my cunt again.  Your 
little girl loves it when you touch her pussy."  At 
that he slid one hand back between her legs.  
Caressing her breasts with one hand and her girlhood 
with the other, she started to really drench herself 
below.  "Dad, I'm very wet now."

"What do you want me to do, sugar?"

"I want to have sex with you, daddy.  Can you - 
PLEASE - put your dick in me?"

"Would that make you happy, dear?"

"Yes, daddy, that would make me very happy.  I want 
you to fuck my pussy.  My pussy belongs to you only.  
I want to make daddy's cock very happy with his 
little girl."  She closed her eyes continuing to 
breath heavily.  Any sign of displeasure was gone 
from her face, as her body's physical pleasure 
cleared out everything in her mind.

"Then get up.  Kneel and face the wall and the bear," 
he said and she obeyed.  "Put your arms on the wall 
above the bear... That's a good girl."  The bear was 
now between her and the wall, just below her head, 
almost as if the bear was staring at her two breasts 
inches from its plastic nose.  Joe then stood up and 
took off his tie.  As he was unbuttoning his shirt 
she looked around at him.

"What do you think of daddy?"

"Not bad for an old guy," she said with a smile.

"Hey, my girl doesn't talk like that," he said and 
gave her a stinging slap on her bottom.

"Ow.  I mean:  I think daddy is very handsome.  More 
handsome than anyone in the world.  Only you're good 
enough to fuck me, daddy."

After taking off his pants and shoes he crawled onto 
her small twin sized bed.  Positioned behind her 
kneeling form he admired her body.  Her butt was 
round and well padded.  With her good sized chest, 
the flare of her hips, and a waist he could almost 
fit his large hands around, she was a perfect tiny 
hourglass.  Her thighs had a little meat in them, 
just hinting at what might come when she was older.  
Her body was beautiful, and full of the potential for 
more beauty at the same time.  On that shapely butt 
was a tattoo of a red biohazard symbol.  He grabbed 
each butt cheek in a hand, and squeezed getting good 
feedback from her flesh.

"You have a nice ass, girl."

"Thank you, daddy.  I like it when daddy grabs it."  
Pulling her cheeks apart he exposed her asshole and 
glistening cunt.  The purple die did not go all the 
way down her cunt, so a few blond hairs stuck out 
right around her vagina opening.  He stuck a finger 
down her ass roughly and quickly.  She yelped in pain 
and tried to squirm away but he held her rear in 
position.

"How do you like that?"

"I - ow - like it.  It feels good when daddy puts 
anything into my tender and VIRGIN asshole," she 
whimpered.

"Virgin, eh?  Well, maybe I'll fix that for you 
later.  What do you think of daddy fucking you in the 
ass?"  He moved his finger deeper up her rear as she 
tried to muffle her sounds of discomfort.

"I can't wait.  You can fuck me in any hole you want, 
daddy."  He then moved close behind her until he 
could feel her body against his.  He grabbed at her 
breasts from behind and massaged them until she 
started breathing deeply in arousal again.  Then he 
pinched her nipples hard producing a squeak from her.

"Time for me to give you what you've been asking for, 
sweet Alex.  Do you know what that is?"

"Are you going to fuck me, daddy?"

"Yes I am.  Normally I don't like to spoil you, but 
you've been such a good and sexy little bitch, Alex, 
that I'm going to jam myself into that cute little 
hole of yours.  Now what do we say when somebody does 
something nice for us?"	

"Thank you, daddy."

"That's my little girl." Joe then took his cock, and 
aimed it at her cunt.  He had to force himself in 
more than usual, because of her young body.  Once 
inside, he was surrounded with snug sixteen-year-old 
pussy.  Bracing against the wall in front of her, she 
pushed back at him, and he slid up her cunt.  He had 
gotten use to well used whores, and older women, but 
there was nothing like the sweet feel of fresh flesh 
on his dick.  He had almost forgotten how good it was 
until now, with his dick deep in his foster daughter.

Alex started to cry out in pleasure as she tried 
futilely to stay in position for him.  Her one 
hundred and five pound sixteen year old body was now 
connected to over two hundred pounds of a well-
muscled thirty seven year old man.  With one hand 
held her waist stationary, and with the other he 
reached for the stereo remote turning it up to drown 
their noise with hard pounding volume.  She was now 
being shoved closer and closer to the wall with each 
thrust so that it looked like the bear was eating out 
her breasts.  She was now sandwiched between the 
large teddy bear in front of her, and her foster 
father fucking her from behind.  Joe held her tightly 
against his body as he continued to thrust into her.  
Leaning to her ear, he whispered to her above the 
music.

"You're daddy thinks you're a great fuck.  What do 
you think of your daddy enjoying your body everyday?"

Between breaths and screams she replied, "Daddy can - 
aah!! - fuck me whenever he wants to.  I only want to 
- aah! - oh! - make daddy happy.  I don't want to 
make -aah! - daddy mad."

"Is this the best sex little Alex has ever had?"

"Fuck yeah!  I mean... nobody fucks me - oh! - like 
daddy does."

"Jesus, bitch, you're fucking hot.  Daddy's going to 
enjoy your body a whole lot.  You're going to be 
daddy's personal little whore," Joe said as he 
started losing control and began thrusting faster 
into Alex's bottom.  Alex's face was now flat again 
the wall, mouth wide open, panting like a dog.  With 
both of his hands he held her hips as he drove into 
her faster.  It was like the motion of the tides as 
his heavy body shot up her vagina, and then pulled 
out of her with a little less speed only to pound 
back between her legs again.  Simultaneously her 
cheeks would slap and giggle on impact and she would 
wail in pleasure.

Just then there was a knock at the door, and a voice.

"Alex, can I come in?"  It was Mary.  Joe froze 
immediately, and Alex held her breath.  There was an 
excruciating moment as they thought of what to do.

"Alex, did you hear me?  Turn the radio down," Mary 
said with Joe still half way up her cunt.  Alex 
reached for the remote and turned the stereo down.

"Yes, Mar - Yes, Mrs. Piller?" Alex asked.

"It's dinner time, Alex.  Come on down and eat."

"Yes, maim.  I have some important homework to do 
first.  I'll finish up soon, and be right down."

"Homework?"  They heard Mary said with surprise from 
behind the door.  "Well, of course.  Don't hurry just 
for dinner.  Take your time and do a good job, dear."

"Yes, Mrs. Piller, I will." Alex said and then they 
heard footsteps walk away and then down the stairs.  
They both gave a sigh of relief.  Alex then turned 
around to her foster father.

"Would daddy like to finish boning his little girl?" 
she asked.  "I still want to make daddy happy."  Joe 
smiled and continued driving his penis into her.  She 
then turned the volume back up. 

"That's a good girl," Joe said petting the back of 
her blond head.  It did not take long for Joe to 
return to his previous aroused state.  Slapping into 
her behind, and driving her into the arms of the 
teddy bear, Joe soon came into her with a stream of 
semen.  She screamed one last time as he took a few 
final thrusts to get every drop of cum into her hole.  
Pulling out she fell down into the bed in exhaustion, 
and he sat back at the foot of the bed and caught his 
breath.  After a few moments he looked at her and she 
looked back panting a little less hard.

"Come and lick your dad clean, Alex."  Alex obeyed 
and crawled over to place her head into his lap.  
With her metal studded tongue she began to gently 
lick him clean.

"I think you've just become my favorite little girl, 
Alex.  What do you think of that?"

She looked up from sucking his semi-limp cock.  Some 
creamy juice was dribbling around her full little 
lips.

"Thank you, daddy."

THE END
