2004-05-14 - 10:35 p.m.
A fantasy. Fantasy, and nothing more.
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There was an adult video store at the edge of town. It was a two-story building, old and fancy art-deco, out of place now in the crappy neighborhood. Next door was a seedy bar. Upstairs of the store was an apartment.
It hadn't always been an adult video store, and this hadn't always been the seediest part of town. Years ago the nice old couple that owned the candy store lived in the apartment above. Now, they're gone and the candy store became a porn-shop. Although of course they can't have such a name on their sign, the place is still referred to by most in town as "the Candy Store", wink-wink.
I went in there on a dare. I was 17. I tried to steal a little novelty item, a windup jumping penis, to show my friends I'd done it.
I got caught. Big time.
The theft had not been part of the dare -- all they really wanted was for someone brave or dumb enough to go in and then tell them all about what it was like. But my heart was already pounding from the scared excitement, looking around and seeing everywhere the naked unabashed pornography, proud cocks, bare tits with hard nipples, gaping pink holes, spurting fluids. A wall covered in brightly colored sex toys, as profuse as the candy that used to be sold here. I longed to peruse them but I was full of adrenaline -- I didn't want to be challenged about my age, didn't want to get in trouble with Daddy (again). But my eye fell on the funny little cartoonlike penis toy, and suddenly my hand was reaching out, closing around it.
I shoved it in my pocket, turning to run. Someone is standing in my way, blocking my flight path to the door --
"Lauren," says Daddy. And I actually scream. Not a loud, long scream, but a short high pitched "ahhh!" I could not be more guilty looking. My heart is going to explode! My reddened face is going to catch fire!
He reaches out and grips me by the arm. I'm terrified. I don't think he'd hit me but -- he looks so angry, and there is just no way I can even try to explain what I am doing here! He shakes me. "Take that thing out of your pocket and show it to me."
Now the man behind the counter has come out and is standing next to Daddy. A few customers have come in, and they stand around gawking unabashedly.
To frost this cupcake for you, I am in a Catholic school uniform. Not because I'm Catholic, but because Daddy kept catching me masturbating. And then out of the pocket of the plaid skirt I pull the windup hopping penis, garishly "flesh-tone".
"Can you believe this, Ed?" says Daddy to the man. Ed shakes his head, murmuring "Tsk tsk tsk." He's fat and bald and has a horrible handlebar mustache.
"I can't tell you how sorry I am, that my little girl should steal from you. But I've told you how she's been acting lately often enough, haven't I, down at the bar?"
I cringe, looking from one to the other. Daddy talks about *me* at the *bar*?
"Oh hell yeah. She's the one who can't keep her hands out of her panties, right? So you sent her to the Catholic school. But I gotta say, Jim... dressing her up like that just makes her even hotter. No offense intended."
My face is red-hot, my breath catching in my throat. I'm still clutching the toy penis, but my hand is slick with sweat.
"Oh, none taken, Ed. You have every right to be mad. In fact... I think we need to find a way for my little girl to repay you for what she's done. Why don't we go upstairs, and talk about it?"
The toy slips out of my hand and tumbles to the floor. The floor is black and white tile, leftover Art Deco. The cheap plastic 'jumping-cock' shatters on impact.
Daddy looks pleased. "You break it, you buy it." Ed nods, and produces a key from his huge jingling keyring. There is a discreet door that leads upstairs. Someone else takes over behind the counter, and Daddy drags me upstairs. Ed follows behind me, and I can feel him looking up my skirt.
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The bedroom is right there at the top of the stairs, with a big flat bed covered in red velvet. There are red velvet hangings, at first glance it looks very rich, but after a moment I can see how dusty and worn it is. There are mirrors all around on the walls as though this were an exercise room.
I'm scared. But I'm excited too.
"You're sure about this Jim?"
"Oh hell yeah, Ed. It's not like she's a virgin. Oh, don't bother," to me as I open my mouth to protest. "I've read your diary. I know all about what you've done. And even the things you don't write down, I find out about those too. This is a really small town, Lauren. And I'm becoming known as the father of an uncontrollable little slut."
"Daddy!"
"But you are still under age. So until you're 18, if you're going to be a slut, you're going to be MY slut, under my control. Ed is going to fuck you. And so are any of his loyal customers he'd like to share you with. And I'm gonna watch every moment, to make sure you give your best."
"Lay down on your bed, Lauren. It's the bed you made, as they say. Ed, I see you eyeing that skirt. Why don't you pull it up and see what you think of her panties?"
"I like 'em a little less tense," says Ed, eyeing me. "Can't we give her a drink first?"
"Why Ed, she's underage. I'm shocked at you."
A long moment, then both of them laugh uproariously. Ed fixes me a drink at the wet bar in the corner. He hands it to me and says, "Drink it down. It's got something in it to make you feel more relaxed."
I glance at Daddy. Daddy shrugs. I want to relax. Anything... It's some kind of drug I'm sure, but I don't care what it is. I drink it down. I gag a little, but manage to keep it down, wiping my mouth.
"Theeeere. Good little bad girl."
In only a few minutes I am feeling warm... less panicky. In fact... I feel kind of nice. I smile at Daddy and at Ed. They smile back, but in a more predatory way. I can see it but I don't care.
"Feeling better, baby?" says Daddy. His voice comes from high up... far away, and he's speaking in a tone as though I were really little. "Uh huh," I say, nodding, my tone unconsciously responding to his and coming out childish. When did I lie back? I don't remember doing it. I'm floating... it's so nice... How did I get here? "Much better Daddy..."
"Good. Now let Uncle Eddy have a look at your panties."
"Okay," and Ed's hands, roughly callused, are on my thighs. He pushes up the pleated plaid skirt.
"Open your legs, baby."
I hear him suck in his breath. "Goddamn, that's fine. Oh baby, such pretty panties."
They're just white cotton, no flowers or design or anything. I open my mouth to babble something to this effect when suddenly those rough fingers are rubbing me through my cotton panty crotch. I moan, pushing up into the rubbing touch, offering more of my panty wrapped pussy to him. I forget all about what I was going to say. All I know is it feels so good!!
"She's liking it now."
"Of course she is. She's got a hot little pussy, she almost never stops diddling herself when she thinks no one can see. I've watched her dozens of times."
He *had*...?
"Mmmm." Ed pushes his face right into my crotch (the horrible mustache crunching against me) and inhales deeply, sniffing. "Smells nice. Mind if I...?"
"Help yourself, Ed. Lauren baby, you be good for Uncle."
He hardly needed to tell me. I would have been good for anyone. I mewed and moaned as Ed's thick fingers invaded my panties. He rubbed and pinched and stroked, and even though his rough fingers sometimes hurt it felt good too -- I wanted more.
"She's soaking wet. You like it baby? You like when Uncle rubs you? Rubs you on your num-num?"
'Num-num?' Revolting -- baby talk -- but I moan, and pump my hips. "Yes Daddy. Ooooh. So good. Please, uncle. Rub baby's num-num..." picking up the vocabulary they feed me.
Daddy comes around to the head of the bed. He sits next to my head, watching everything carefully.
"That's right. Rub it," says Daddy, and though he is speaking to Ed he is staring intently into my face. "She's such a little slut. She'd jump through flaming hoops if it'd get her pussy rubbed."
'Uncle' is snickering. "No need for that, baby. Uncle doesn't mind spoiling baby by giving her what she wants." He pulls my panties down, sniffs them noisily before tossing them aside with a laugh.
"oh!" Big callused fingers sliding and rubbing all over my wet cunt. Then one stabs in... I squeal in surprise. But it doesn't hurt, because I am so wet.
"Aw look, Baby has wet herself."
"What a bad baby," says Daddy softly. He's rubbing himself through his pants, I can see the big hard outline of his penis. "We'll have to clean her up."
"Uncle will help clean you up, baby," says Ed, and he leans down and starts lapping and slurping, making disgusting noises and slobbering all over my pussy.
"Oh Uncle," I moan. The drugs have me floating in a place where I almost enjoy the nastiness of it. I want to wallow in it. "Yes uncle! Oh daddy! It feels so good!"
"Dirty little baby. Oh, such a bad little girl," pants Daddy. He has opened his pants, and is touching himself right in front of my eyes. "Daddy's bad little baby. It feels good? It feels good down there when Uncle licks your num-num?"
"Daddyyyyyy!"
I cum, writhing, screaming at the top of my lungs in uninhibited ecstasy. Dimly I hear Ed swear, and then Daddy's cock is suddenly in my mouth, stifling the noise. "Suck!" he hisses, "Suck it! Suck Daddy! Uhhhhhh!"
Creamy-hot, thick cum is coating my tongue and the back of my throat. I gag.
There are footsteps. When I can breathe and see again, I realize Ed has gone downstairs. Daddy is sitting beside me, stroking my hair.
"You're perfect, baby," he says hoarsely. "Just what Daddy always wanted. I'm gonna make sure you get all the attention you need."
"Oh daddy," I say, and I giggle.
Then footsteps again -- many more, up the stairs. Ed has returned with three men, all of them looking excitedly at me.
"Sorry Jim. These guys were in the peep show booths, they heard her yell..."
"Not at all," says Daddy. "Bad baby likes strange men, doesn't she, baby? You be good for the nice strange men."
"Goddamn," says one of them weakly, and he's got his dick out of his pants and stroking it, looking at my pussy. "Goddamn. Can I fuck her?"
There is brief negotiation. I don't care. I don't care what it happening or what it means. I want to be fucked. I want Daddy's attention. I want to be looked at and touched, rubbed and licked and fucked and used.
I get all that and more. The first man slides his cock in and begins to pump, but he is so excited already and even more by my eager and shameless responses that he blows his load almost immediately. The other men laugh derisively, but that just means they don't have to wait so long. The second man shoves his in, grunting. He is thicker than the first man, but the already deposited cum makes his entry easier.
Something is rubbing my lips. Hot and velvety hard. A cock, a big one. I open my eyes. It's Ed.
"Suck uncle, baby," he rasps, unbuttoning my blouse so he can pinch my titties. Not just my nipples, he pinches them all over, lightly, I mew and writhe, gobbling his cock.
Daddy stands apart from the bed now to make room for customers, watching everything, making helpful suggestions to Ed. "Pinch baby's little clitty, Uncle. Yeaaahhh, there you go. Cum, baby. Go on..." My shudders and the tightening of my pussy around him make the second man shoot his cum into me.
He pulls out. The third man rushes up to me in a desperate hurry, but he doesn't make it. His cum spatters my swollen vulva before he can get it in.
"Ohhh," the others groan in mock disappointment at this performance. Ed pulls his cock from my mouth with a 'pop' and walks around between my legs.
"Baby's num-num looks like a frosted cupcake," says Ed. His cock slams in without further ado, and he pushes my knees up till they're to either side of my head, pounding down into my waiting pussy. I cry out in delight, staccatto cries thanks to his jerking me back and forth.
"Fuck her!" I hear Daddy saying. "God yes! Fuck my baby. Give her your cum!"
"Aaaahhhh!" Ed is growling and screaming, flecks of spittle hitting me in the face. "Baby hole! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck -- that -- HOLE -- !"
He's almost bruising me, pounding so hard, and I love it, my screams are purely carnal. I wail as he finally empties his balls, feeling his cock flex and pulse as it squirts deep.
When he pulls out I mew in disappointment. All the men are sitting around apparently exhausted, even Daddy.
Won't anybody else play with baby?