The Adult Bookstore (part one)
When my daughter, Bitty, told me she wanted to be a porn star, my heart just about burst with pride. I love showing her off, and the idea of sharing her. I know every guy isn’t as lucky as I am. They may lust for the y0ung stuff, but not have a safe and satisfying way to fulfill that urge. And that, in my humble opinion, is just wrong. There’s so much love in a l!ttle g!rl’s heart, it’s infinite.
Anyway, once she got the idea, there was no turning back. I ran down a checklist with her, just to confirm that she was on the right track:
“Do you love to show off your body?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Do you love knowing that guys are jerking off to you?”
She made a lewd gesture, like she had a huge cock and was stroking it. “Yeah, daddy, yeah …” she moaned. I have to admit, watching her going at it made my dick stir.
“Do you want cocks in all your holes?”
So far, I’d enjoyed her mouth and she ate my cream. We’d played around with vaginal sex, but other than dipping the head of my dick in her honeypot, we hadn’t gone too far. She had to admit the desire was there, but we hadn’t put it into practice yet. And the backdoor was off limits.
“You’re still y0ung,” I said. “No need to rush it.”
“Is that it?” she asked, “Do I pass?”
“Not yet, y0ung lady. Do you enjoy having men cum on you, especially in your mouth and face?” As far as I was concerned, the facial cumshot was the pinnacle of porn. A beautiful woman, taking a man’s lust all over her face, was about as hot as porn would ever get. I could spend hours watching “cumpilation” videos on sites like xHamster. Gorgeous cocks shooting endless amounts of creamy sperm, and the women who loved the attention. Just writing these words makes my cock throb ...
That was one thing you couldn’t really find on the Dark Web. A bukkake scene featuring not a grown woman, but a l!ttle t!ny g!rl. I looked at Bitty, and for a blissful moment, I imagined her drenched in sperm. Yes, it was heavenly. I wrapped my hand around my cock and started stroking it. I wanted to see that so badly--sweet and innocent and lovely, but covered in men’s adoration. I wanted to see Bitty taking dozens of cumshots, see her working those cocks until they erupted. See the pleasure on their faces as they shot off, long and hard.
Bitty posed like she was in ecstasy with a faceful of cream, her t!ny hands tracing the sperm over her cheeks and forehead. Damn, but she was a nasty thing. My cock was raging now.
“You know I do, daddy, I like it so much!”
She moved over to me, and her mouth closed around the head of my cock. I came almost instantly, the suction was so hard and the feeling so intense. She swallowed as much of my load as she could, but plenty trickled out and ran down her flat chest. My cock pulsed and jumped as I fired my ropes into her mouth. She was looking up at me with those loving eyes, judging my reaction and responding to give me the maximum stimulation and pleasure. The first time, I may have been apprehensive, but I quickly learned: my daughter loved to suck cock, and feeling my cum shooting in her mouth turned her on in a way I had never imagined before. She became a cocksucking whore who lived on sperm.
An idea had been developing in my mind: there was an “adult superstore” out by the freeway. That’s where I buy my DVDs. I’d struck up a friendship with one of the cashiers. One day, when I had my wallet out, he noticed the sch00l picture of Bitty that I had there, and he commented on it. I let him take a good, long look at her while we chatted about how old she was, where she went to sch00l, etc. And he made a joke about keeping my porn stash where she couldn’t find it.
“Too late,” I said.
“Really?” his eyes lit up.
“Yeah, I came home from work one day to find her watching Peter North’s Deep Throat This.” (A series with the famous pornstar having sex with various starlets and ejaculating on their pretty faces.) “She was so busy masturbating that she didn’t hear me walk into the den.”
“Oh my gosh. What did you do? Were you angry? Did you punish her?” he asked.
“No, I think curiosity is normal. I didn’t want to traumatize her.”
“Very progressive of you,” he said. “Did she … you know … get off watching Pete have his fun?”
“Boy, did she ever!”
“That’s good. The sexual urge is natural. Better to not traumatize our kids with a Puritan attitude.”
Before I left, I dropped the idea that Bitty might enjoy visiting the bookstore. I could see the gears turning in the cashier’s mind. Bitty was on a sleep-over with one of her sch00l friends, so I had the night to myself. The cashier locked up the bookstore for the night, and we went into one of the video booths. He had access to a private hard drive full of ch!|d smut, and we started watching one video after another. Before long, we had our cocks out and were stroking. Videos of g!rls masturbating in front of their cell phones. Videos of guys letting g!rls play with their cocks. When anyone came, we cheered in approval.
"Oh, man, this is fucking good," he said, his erection stiff in his hand. "Look at him shoot!"
"There's nothing like a t!ny g!rl getting her man off," I said and stripped my clothes off and piled them up on one of the plastic chairs provided. He followed suit, and then we were naked, reveling in the situation, our erect cocks, and the wonderful porn playing on the screen.
"I want to meet your daughter so bad."
"I want to watch you rub that beautiful cock of yours on her lips," I said, and had to left go of my cock before it went off.
"You're close, aren't you?" he said, and pushed a few buttons to change the video playing from a grainy one of a g!rl pissing in the ruins of an old building to a Latina in a hotel room with two men, one naked, and the other working the camera. "This will push you over the edge!"
We watched as the man kissed the girl and fingered her, then put his cock in her mouth. We were both pounding our cocks hard.
"Does he cum?" I asked like a shameless slut. "I want to see him cum!"
"Yeah, it's great," the cashier said. "I want to see you cum. Get ready!"
The man was rubbing his cock head against the g!rl's lips when he started spurting thick cream that covered her mouth and chin. Nice and messy.
"Fuck yes!" I yelled, and a rope leapt from my raging dick to splash against the TV screen.
"Shoot on the screen!" He started to cum too, and his first rope landed on the floor, but the next one hit the TV. Our cum mingled and ran down over the image of the g!rl's face as she basked in the afterglow of the man's orgasm. She stuck her tongue out and waggled it at the man, his thick jizz clinging to her lips and tongue. We fired rope after rope at the screen as she looked directly at the camera and gave a very satisfied smile to the cameraman, to us, to the whole horny world. It was amazing. As we finished ourselves off, we marveled at the amount of spunk we'd launched. We'd splashed our loads all over the paneled wall, the TV, and the coin mechanism below it. We could see our seed glistening on the floor, the rich smell filled the room.
"Damn, but that felt good!"
The next time I visited the store, the cashier mentioned that he'd been thinking about how we could make our fantasy come true. He could close up early and let Bitty have the run of the place. As for men, he intimated that he knew guys who would dig this sort of action. Guys who had a taste for y0ung stuff. We set a date.
“We’re on!” I announced at home. Bitty was overjoyed. It would mean staying up late on a Friday.
“But what will I wear?” she asked, the age-old story of women everywhere.
I’d already thought of that. I couldn't just walk into a lingerie shop and buy something pint-sized. They’d have called the cops on me. Instead, I went online and found a company that sold love dolls. Some of them were petite-sized, and they also sold a wide variety of clothing items and accessories to fit them. I bought the smallest ensemble they offered and crossed my fingers.
When it arrived, Bitty tried it on. She was instantly transformed from a runny-nosed ragamuffin in baggy, comfortable clothes to a centerfold wet dream. True, she did not fill the brassiere, but the three-piece outfit fit her rather well. It consisted of a pair of lace panties that I could see her pussy through, a bra that likewise displayed her nipples to perfection, and a lacy sort of negligee that hung down to her toes, but was so shear that it concealed nothing. To top it all off (or, to bottom it all off, really), was a pair of fuck-me-pumps with white feathers. She nearly fell a couple of times, but she had time to practice walking in them before the event.
I got out my camera and snapped some pictures while she modeled the outfit. She was pale, with luminescent skin, fully on display. Rail thin, but perfectly toned with her gymnast’s body. Another benefit from taking part in gymnastics: she knew how to display her body to best advantage. How to point her toes so her thigh muscles stood out, how to arch her back, to show off the curve of her butt cheeks, the slight swell of her g!rlish hips. I’d never seen her looking better, and told her so.
“Do you think the men will like me?” she asked, cupping her chest and running her tongue over her lips.
“Honey, I guarantee that they will love you.”
“Daddy, I’m so horny. Can we play?”
“Why don’t you save that energy for Friday? Let it build up. Then, when you finally let it go, it’ll be much more intense.”
“I don’t know.”
I knew that she often masturbated late at night, when she should have been asleep. That’s how sex-obsessed she was; all she could think about was that pleasant heat between her legs, bringing it to a raging inferno, and then letting it explode and consume her.
I’d stood outside her bedroom at night, the door slightly ajar, while she rode one of her stuffed animals with abandon, watching her grinding her crotch against their soft fur, covered in sex sweat and looking like a wraith orgasming over and over. My l!ttle angel was multi-orgasmic! I confess, I slipped my cock out and stroked it. If you wonder where she got her sex obsession from, look no farther. I happily admit that my cock raged while watching her, and I came hard on the wall leaving a huge puddle of semen to mark the act.
“If I have to go without, then you do too,” she finally said.
“All right, but you’ll have to sleep in my bed so we can keep each other honest.” That was not my best idea. In the past, it led to nothing but trouble. “Trouble” of the heart-pounding, moaning her name in ecstasy as we came and came and came … but we had to try, for the sake of an epic Friday fuck fest.
(to be continued)
Anyway, once she got the idea, there was no turning back. I ran down a checklist with her, just to confirm that she was on the right track:
“Do you love to show off your body?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Do you love knowing that guys are jerking off to you?”
She made a lewd gesture, like she had a huge cock and was stroking it. “Yeah, daddy, yeah …” she moaned. I have to admit, watching her going at it made my dick stir.
“Do you want cocks in all your holes?”
So far, I’d enjoyed her mouth and she ate my cream. We’d played around with vaginal sex, but other than dipping the head of my dick in her honeypot, we hadn’t gone too far. She had to admit the desire was there, but we hadn’t put it into practice yet. And the backdoor was off limits.
“You’re still y0ung,” I said. “No need to rush it.”
“Is that it?” she asked, “Do I pass?”
“Not yet, y0ung lady. Do you enjoy having men cum on you, especially in your mouth and face?” As far as I was concerned, the facial cumshot was the pinnacle of porn. A beautiful woman, taking a man’s lust all over her face, was about as hot as porn would ever get. I could spend hours watching “cumpilation” videos on sites like xHamster. Gorgeous cocks shooting endless amounts of creamy sperm, and the women who loved the attention. Just writing these words makes my cock throb ...
That was one thing you couldn’t really find on the Dark Web. A bukkake scene featuring not a grown woman, but a l!ttle t!ny g!rl. I looked at Bitty, and for a blissful moment, I imagined her drenched in sperm. Yes, it was heavenly. I wrapped my hand around my cock and started stroking it. I wanted to see that so badly--sweet and innocent and lovely, but covered in men’s adoration. I wanted to see Bitty taking dozens of cumshots, see her working those cocks until they erupted. See the pleasure on their faces as they shot off, long and hard.
Bitty posed like she was in ecstasy with a faceful of cream, her t!ny hands tracing the sperm over her cheeks and forehead. Damn, but she was a nasty thing. My cock was raging now.
“You know I do, daddy, I like it so much!”
She moved over to me, and her mouth closed around the head of my cock. I came almost instantly, the suction was so hard and the feeling so intense. She swallowed as much of my load as she could, but plenty trickled out and ran down her flat chest. My cock pulsed and jumped as I fired my ropes into her mouth. She was looking up at me with those loving eyes, judging my reaction and responding to give me the maximum stimulation and pleasure. The first time, I may have been apprehensive, but I quickly learned: my daughter loved to suck cock, and feeling my cum shooting in her mouth turned her on in a way I had never imagined before. She became a cocksucking whore who lived on sperm.
An idea had been developing in my mind: there was an “adult superstore” out by the freeway. That’s where I buy my DVDs. I’d struck up a friendship with one of the cashiers. One day, when I had my wallet out, he noticed the sch00l picture of Bitty that I had there, and he commented on it. I let him take a good, long look at her while we chatted about how old she was, where she went to sch00l, etc. And he made a joke about keeping my porn stash where she couldn’t find it.
“Too late,” I said.
“Really?” his eyes lit up.
“Yeah, I came home from work one day to find her watching Peter North’s Deep Throat This.” (A series with the famous pornstar having sex with various starlets and ejaculating on their pretty faces.) “She was so busy masturbating that she didn’t hear me walk into the den.”
“Oh my gosh. What did you do? Were you angry? Did you punish her?” he asked.
“No, I think curiosity is normal. I didn’t want to traumatize her.”
“Very progressive of you,” he said. “Did she … you know … get off watching Pete have his fun?”
“Boy, did she ever!”
“That’s good. The sexual urge is natural. Better to not traumatize our kids with a Puritan attitude.”
Before I left, I dropped the idea that Bitty might enjoy visiting the bookstore. I could see the gears turning in the cashier’s mind. Bitty was on a sleep-over with one of her sch00l friends, so I had the night to myself. The cashier locked up the bookstore for the night, and we went into one of the video booths. He had access to a private hard drive full of ch!|d smut, and we started watching one video after another. Before long, we had our cocks out and were stroking. Videos of g!rls masturbating in front of their cell phones. Videos of guys letting g!rls play with their cocks. When anyone came, we cheered in approval.
"Oh, man, this is fucking good," he said, his erection stiff in his hand. "Look at him shoot!"
"There's nothing like a t!ny g!rl getting her man off," I said and stripped my clothes off and piled them up on one of the plastic chairs provided. He followed suit, and then we were naked, reveling in the situation, our erect cocks, and the wonderful porn playing on the screen.
"I want to meet your daughter so bad."
"I want to watch you rub that beautiful cock of yours on her lips," I said, and had to left go of my cock before it went off.
"You're close, aren't you?" he said, and pushed a few buttons to change the video playing from a grainy one of a g!rl pissing in the ruins of an old building to a Latina in a hotel room with two men, one naked, and the other working the camera. "This will push you over the edge!"
We watched as the man kissed the girl and fingered her, then put his cock in her mouth. We were both pounding our cocks hard.
"Does he cum?" I asked like a shameless slut. "I want to see him cum!"
"Yeah, it's great," the cashier said. "I want to see you cum. Get ready!"
The man was rubbing his cock head against the g!rl's lips when he started spurting thick cream that covered her mouth and chin. Nice and messy.
"Fuck yes!" I yelled, and a rope leapt from my raging dick to splash against the TV screen.
"Shoot on the screen!" He started to cum too, and his first rope landed on the floor, but the next one hit the TV. Our cum mingled and ran down over the image of the g!rl's face as she basked in the afterglow of the man's orgasm. She stuck her tongue out and waggled it at the man, his thick jizz clinging to her lips and tongue. We fired rope after rope at the screen as she looked directly at the camera and gave a very satisfied smile to the cameraman, to us, to the whole horny world. It was amazing. As we finished ourselves off, we marveled at the amount of spunk we'd launched. We'd splashed our loads all over the paneled wall, the TV, and the coin mechanism below it. We could see our seed glistening on the floor, the rich smell filled the room.
"Damn, but that felt good!"
The next time I visited the store, the cashier mentioned that he'd been thinking about how we could make our fantasy come true. He could close up early and let Bitty have the run of the place. As for men, he intimated that he knew guys who would dig this sort of action. Guys who had a taste for y0ung stuff. We set a date.
“We’re on!” I announced at home. Bitty was overjoyed. It would mean staying up late on a Friday.
“But what will I wear?” she asked, the age-old story of women everywhere.
I’d already thought of that. I couldn't just walk into a lingerie shop and buy something pint-sized. They’d have called the cops on me. Instead, I went online and found a company that sold love dolls. Some of them were petite-sized, and they also sold a wide variety of clothing items and accessories to fit them. I bought the smallest ensemble they offered and crossed my fingers.
When it arrived, Bitty tried it on. She was instantly transformed from a runny-nosed ragamuffin in baggy, comfortable clothes to a centerfold wet dream. True, she did not fill the brassiere, but the three-piece outfit fit her rather well. It consisted of a pair of lace panties that I could see her pussy through, a bra that likewise displayed her nipples to perfection, and a lacy sort of negligee that hung down to her toes, but was so shear that it concealed nothing. To top it all off (or, to bottom it all off, really), was a pair of fuck-me-pumps with white feathers. She nearly fell a couple of times, but she had time to practice walking in them before the event.
I got out my camera and snapped some pictures while she modeled the outfit. She was pale, with luminescent skin, fully on display. Rail thin, but perfectly toned with her gymnast’s body. Another benefit from taking part in gymnastics: she knew how to display her body to best advantage. How to point her toes so her thigh muscles stood out, how to arch her back, to show off the curve of her butt cheeks, the slight swell of her g!rlish hips. I’d never seen her looking better, and told her so.
“Do you think the men will like me?” she asked, cupping her chest and running her tongue over her lips.
“Honey, I guarantee that they will love you.”
“Daddy, I’m so horny. Can we play?”
“Why don’t you save that energy for Friday? Let it build up. Then, when you finally let it go, it’ll be much more intense.”
“I don’t know.”
I knew that she often masturbated late at night, when she should have been asleep. That’s how sex-obsessed she was; all she could think about was that pleasant heat between her legs, bringing it to a raging inferno, and then letting it explode and consume her.
I’d stood outside her bedroom at night, the door slightly ajar, while she rode one of her stuffed animals with abandon, watching her grinding her crotch against their soft fur, covered in sex sweat and looking like a wraith orgasming over and over. My l!ttle angel was multi-orgasmic! I confess, I slipped my cock out and stroked it. If you wonder where she got her sex obsession from, look no farther. I happily admit that my cock raged while watching her, and I came hard on the wall leaving a huge puddle of semen to mark the act.
“If I have to go without, then you do too,” she finally said.
“All right, but you’ll have to sleep in my bed so we can keep each other honest.” That was not my best idea. In the past, it led to nothing but trouble. “Trouble” of the heart-pounding, moaning her name in ecstasy as we came and came and came … but we had to try, for the sake of an epic Friday fuck fest.
(to be continued)
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