“Hi. This is Michael, the crazy guy who can’t stop loving you. I was wondering if have a minute, Dr. Lee.”
“Mmm. Only a minute Michael. I’m afraid there are things I need to do beside talk with you on the phone.”
“Yes, Mistress Lea. I understand. Should I call back?”
“You can’t possibly believe you have a choice. I have to go. Dream of me tonight.”
“Yes, Mistress Lea.”
She came to me that night, wearing an eleven-inch dildo in a comfortable leather harness. I spread my legs like I had a pussy. “Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?”
“All night,” she whispered, running her hand through my blond hair.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the ceiling. I had a woman’s coif haircut and very large breasts, but the build of a thirteen year-old. A twenty inch waist. I was shorter than Dr Lee who was no more than five-foot one. I cupped my breasts and stared into my deep blue eyes on the ceiling, then tilted my hips back, raised my legs, and split them. My parents were so proud of me. “Daddy,” I groaned. “Your dick.” I wrapped my thighs around Dr Lee’s own, holding her ass from the bottom.
“Did your Daddy ever fuck you?” She asked, panting with the exertion of thumping the bed on the wall.
“Just a boy, Daddy.” I squealed. “Do me like that. Yeah, like that.”
“Were you a prissy bitch with him too?”
“Mistress Lea, if there’s one thing we have in common?”
“Were you cold and selfish?”
“No, I tried to be his perfect whore,” I whined. “But not until the twenty minute mark or so.”
“What was it like?”
“Being set free.”
“Like this?” Lea fucked me harder.
“Oh, Daddy. Like that, but not. I’m too worried you want a good little girl.”
“I want a girl that worships my dick.”
“Daddy,” I smiled. “It’s in me. It’s all of me. II am your cock and you jerk off when you fuck me. Take my hot cunt for granted like your own hand. Your own baby little girl. Your princess. Just a living thing you gratify your cock with.”
“Show me.”
“But Daddy. I want to tell you a bit more.”
“Show me.”
I grabbed Dr Lee around the neck.
“Good girl,” I heard my mom call.
Staring into Dr Lee’s eyes, I cried, “Mistress Lea’s my Daddy now. I’m her princess and I’ll always be loved and adored. And he can fuck me absolutely whenever I want. And nothing makes me want it more than him wanting it. Do your slut! Fuck your willing,, supple, wanton daughter’s slut whore cunt.”
“Michael,” Dr Lee shuddered, shaking her head.
“Daddy!!!” I yelled plaintively.
“My girl likes this, does she?”
“She absolutely fucking does, Daddy. Babydoll needs this. Babydoll needs your dick. Your fucking princess in love with getting fucked by her own Daddy.” I kissed her passionately. “I was raised right.”
“You certainly were.”
“Enough to know that it’s a good thing my pussy gets hotter and wetter for my Daddy than for all those other boys with their little dicks. I’d be a bad daughter otherwise, right Daddy? And a filthy whore.”
“You’re a -good girl.”
“Because of my hot, wet pussy and how you fuck it. You do it, Daddy. Youi make me a good girl by making me love your dick. All good little girls jerk off to their daddies fucking them and I’m going to be rubbing my swollen clit to thus for weeks.” I cocked my head and asked coyly, “You know Louis is dead. Would you like to be my Daddy? Meredith is dead too, but I think being my Mommy is intimidating, so you can be my Daddy in the meantime if you want, Dr Lee. Can I fuck you now?”
Mistress Lea flipped me over on all fours and fucked me furiously. Her cock sliced in and out of me as she rolled the head my useless girl clit about in her fingers, cum running on the sheets while I screamed and jabbered. “Just as soon as you get hard,” she said, pulling out of me.
“In three days then,” I said flatly. “I’ve never had my balls so thoroughly drained.”
“Purged, Michael. Purged.” Dr Lee lit a cigarette and began leafing through Hari Krishna literature.
