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My eyes were heavy and my body was exhausted on the drive home. But God, I haven’t felt that alive all year. I had half a mind to turn my car around for a surprise round two. Try it up her ass or just fuck her face until she’s a drooling mess. I wasn’t done with you, little girl. We haven’t even started yet. I am going to obliterate your entire world. Tear it down. Tear you down and build you back up in my image.
I wondered if she was awake. I wondered if she was playing with her wet cunt and making herself cum over and over. Humping her pillow like a bitch in heat. Maybe she was crying into that pillow. Maybe she was in the bathroom, panicking to herself and trying to get my cum out of her. Maybe she’s filing a police report right now! Hunter the reckless ape has landed himself in a predicament once more.
I turn into a old 24 hour drug store near the house to buy some Plan B. A heavy fog rolled into town and the air is crisp and cold. I snake down the empty aisles with relative ease. The overly aggressive luminance of the place was hurting my old eyes. The high I felt when I was climbing out her window, the rush of my late night rendezvous was fading and I knew I was about to crash.
This oily, blond, Justin-Bieber-cut kid rings me up and eyes my purchase with this stupid grin.
“One of those nights, huh?”
Kid. I can tell just by looking at you that you don’t get any. But hey, I was a late bloomer myself. Years I’d like to forget.
“Brother, you don’t even wanna know. Have a good one.” I take the bag of goodies and scurry on out of there.
After returning home and hopping into my old bed, I spent the remainder of my lonesome night tossing and turning. Mackenzie had me restless. The feeling she gave me was primal. I was the predator and she the prey. And how I enjoyed the hunt! Though, I didn’t crave for any company. I was never a big cuddler. Even before Violet, when my relationships resembled normalcy. I just didn’t like it. Their bodies were too hot. It made me uncomfortable, having a body next to mine as I tried to fall asleep.
I woke up half past noon and checked my phone to see a flurry of notifications from Little Miss Mackenzie. Some texts, Some Snapchats, A call, A facetime call. Beyond a trifecta. We were crossing into a new frontier.
I peered outside my bedroom window and didn’t see any patrol cars outside, so I figured it wasn’t all too urgent.
I wanted to keep a playful distance with this girl. So I went through my usual morning (or in this case afternoon) routine unimpeded.
First, I rolled on out of bed and did my stretches. Followed by a hundred pushups, split into four sets of twenty five. Then I went for a run in my neighborhood. I usually ran three miles, but today I felt up for more.
The whole time I was crazed. Wired. My brain firing on all cylinders. I was alert and in the fucking moment, I was in the past reliving my encounters with Mackenzie. I was in the future, seeing our future rendezvous.I was everywhere all at once. I felt like Bradley Cooper when he took the Limitless pill.
I ended my run by bursting through the door and stopping my running app. Off to the kitchen to devour my morning cereal. I chomp that down while guzzling down a bottled water. Hunter the overstimulated dog.
After a long shower contemplating whether not I should give it the ole’ tug, I was terrified of falling into a boring day. Petrified. Christmas was just around the corner, and damnit, you cannot keep Hunter locked up inside! He must be free to wander. Hunter was and will always be an outside dog.
So I hatched a plan. My sister. Her son. I was off to get him a last minute present. Of course I already had one for him, but they didn’t know that. Off to the mall!
I get in my car and pull out my phone. My notifications are full of messages and snapchats from Mackenzie. I don’t care to read or open them.
Instead, I chose to do the most terrifying thing you could do to an eighteen year old girl. Give them an unannounced phone call. Their worst nightmare. Gives them peak anxiety.
Ring ring. An Answer! She’s shy, doesn’t say anything when she picks up. You don’t need to be shy around your Daddy, Mackenzie.
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” I say sternly.
“Two houses down from yours. Black mustang. Wear something cute.”
“I-“ She begins to stutter out. I cut her off by hanging up.
I giggle to myself. It’s always fun. Hanging up on someone mid sentence like that. I go to my stopwatch app and start the timer.
I get there in ten minutes flat. Leaving five minutes of cushion for Miss Mackenzie. I’m leaving once my timer hits fifteen minutes. Even if I see her walking up.
I need a nickname for her. A personal nickname. Mackenzie is too long to say over and over. Even in my head. Mack sounds like the name of a power forward. Kenzie? No. It reminds me of another. M? M it is.
The car door opens. And she slips in rather quickly. Probably doesn’t want to be seen getting in a strange car.
I turn off the radio, but don’t say anything as I put us into drive and take off. By “take off” I mean drive at a reasonable rate of speed and watch for crossing pedestrians, of course.
It’s silent. She’s silent. I’m silent. I’m alright with that. You’ll crack before I do, M. I know it.
I take us on the main road and we go down a couple streets before we hit a red light. I take the opportunity to look over at her.
She’s wearing this 90s looking army-camo oversized hoodie with a pair of black leggings and nike running shoes. I said to wear something cute, M. Not just throw on whatever the fuck this was.
She still looked cute, however. With her hair down and her face free of any makeup.
She’s staring down at her hands which are in her lap. Fiddling with them.
“Where I we going?” She asks meekly.
“We’re going to the mall.” I reply as the light turns green and we start going again.
“Ok.” She says without taking her eyes of her hands.
“Why didn’t you open my messages?” She asks. Her voice is soft and mousey. Squeakish.
I hesitate, then look over at her again. Not speaking until she makes eye contact with me.
“I don’t have a phone.” I say with a sly grin.
That gets a little laugh at her, then she shakes her head and looks out the window.
“You sleep okay?” I ask.
She just looks at me. Staring me down.
“For the most part.” She says it with a slight tease in her voice. Confidence in her eyes.
Jesus take the wheel. I am already resisting the urge to pull this car over and try this girl again.
“You know I said to wear something cute.”
“Well you didn’t exactly give me a lot of time.” She replies with a hint of attitude in her voice.
“You need a lot of time to look cute?”
“All the time I can get.”
Okay smartass. Just you wait. You’re gonna get it later.
We pull into the parking lot of the mall and I park the car.
“C’mon M. Let’s do some shopping for you. Get you some actual clothes.” I say as I open the car door. Testing out my new nickname on her. She responds to it well enough.
The whole time we walked she was right next to me. Like we were joined at the hip. She was like a little kid who lost their parents earlier in the day at Disneyland and now didn’t dare stray too far. It was simultaneously cute and annoying.
We stroll through the mall together casually. I take note of all the families at the mall, doing their last minute shopping together. Did M And I come off the same way? As a Father and Daughter? Or do they see right through me? Do they see an old pervert taking advantage of a young girl?
While we’re walking in the mall together, she suddenly grabs my wrist and pulls it. Pointing to a “forever 21” and making a little sound. Sort of like an “Ehm!” Excited, and asking for permission. Okay fine. They have cheap, slutty crap. I nod at her and she smiles up at me.
We walk in and this mixed looking girl is folding some jeans near the front.
“Hello! You two need any help with anything today?” She asked with a rehearsed politeness.
“Just doing some shopping with my Daughter.” I say and snake M in by the waist and give her a kiss on the cheek.
“Go look around, dear.”
“Okay Daddy.” She says.
Of course M wasn’t my Daughter, but I supposed we looked the part. I always looked young and youthful for my age, and my fit physique certainly helped in that manner. But I was approaching forty now.
Besides, it turned me on to lie and say we were Father and Daughter. There was something so naughty about just muttering those words. I sort of wished she referred to me as just “Dad.” there. “Daddy.” Makes it sound like I molest her. Well, I guess I do molest her.
I watch her as she prances around the store. I wanted something orange for her. Orange seemed like it was her color. Orange.
We meet up at the shirt section and she grabs a sleveless black crop top. She holds it up to her torso and strikes a little pose for me. Silly girl.
“Hmm?” She’s seeking approval.
“It’s okay.” I say as I dig through the rack.
“What size are you?”
“Small.”
“Of course. What about bra size?”
“32b, I think. I don’t know it depends on the bra.”
Ah the enigmatic “32b.” Never know what you’re getting when a girl is a “32b.”Sometimes you’re a handful of perky tits, sometimes you’re getting a completely flat chest.
I pull out a orange top and inspect it. It was a crop top, with a choker and a front tie up. I read the tag.
“This says extra small. Let’s go try this on.” I hand her the top and we head towards the back in the changing rooms. The store was mostly empty, save for a few young girls. I wait right outside while she changes. Standing around, arms crossed, playing the part of a disinterested Dad.
I eye her just as she’s opening the door. And I see her. In this skimpy little top that stops just after her tits. With this choker around her neck and tits out. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were poking out. Her tits looked great.
I take her all in. All in an instant. Then, without hesitating another second, I put my hand on the door and force my way into the changing room, quickly locking it behind me.
I’m towering over her, and I put my hand around her throat and walk her backwards into the wall. She’s looking up at me with her big beautiful brown eyes. I tighten my grip and she squirms. The amount of space between us is exactly zero. I can feel her tits pressing up against my lower stomach as I shove her against the wall.
I lean in and kiss her. Planting my lips on hers. She moans in relief. She’s eager. Her lips smacking against mine. Her hot little tongue moving in a frenzy. She’s slobbering all over my face. A little puppy so glad to see her owner.
She takes her little hands and starts grabbing at my cock through my jeans. I instantly pull them away.
“Who said you could do that?” I say in a whisper as I pull away from our kiss. Her mouth is open wide and her tongue is sticking out at me. I spit in her open mouth. She gets giddy.
“More?”
She shakes her head up and down vigorously.
“What do we say?”
“Please Daddy.”
“Please what?”
“Please spit in my mouth again, Daddy.”
I grab her by the hair, tilting her head back. She opens her mouth wide. She’s smiling up at me and loving every second of it. I spit in her open mouth once more. Then, I take two fingers and put them in her mouth. Testing her gag reflex. Forcing them deep down her mouth until she gags and her eyes water. I wipe my fingers off on her face, then I kiss her again.
Our tongues are fighting for dominance. She’s wildly swirling hers around mine and I’m trying to plant mine down her throat. I start groping at her tits through her shirt while I have her against the wall.
I withdraw my kiss once more, and slowly move a hand up to her neck. The other snaking down her exposed tummy. I put my hand around her throat and put her fully against the wall. Squeezing her throat and choking her, watching as she starts to squirm. My other hand starts to feel between her legs. Heat emanating. Wet and ready. She was so wet she had gone through her panties and her leggings.
“Put your hair up.” I say as I take both hands off her. She quickly complies, putting her hair in a ponytail. I take my belt and my jeans off, leaving me in my boxers. My thick cock bulging through them. She eyes it instantly and her mouth goes agape and she lets out a little involuntary pout. Like a kid who sees her candy but can’t have it yet.
I pull her in only to walk her right against the wall again. I act like I’m leaning in for a kiss just to tease her. Then I duck my head down and start assaulting her neck. Pressing my open mouth to it and sucking on her young, soft skin. Swirling my tongue around it. Sucking on her neck hard. Planting my mouth there.
I start to slowly kiss her all the way down from her neck until I stop at her breasts. I bite at her hard nipples through her shirt. Pulling at them with my teeth. She has both her hands on the back of my head as she pushes my face into het breasts. I suck at them through her shirt. Teasing her. She again makes a pouty noise, bouncing around.
“Off. Off. Take it off.” I say as I take my mouth off her shirt and start to help her get it off. She tosses it to the side and I put my face between her breasts again.
I start by slowly licking her nipple with the tip of my tongue, while slowly rubbing the other with my thumb. Then, I take her nipple slowly into my mouth and begin to gently suck on it. Slowly getting faster and rougher. Taking more and more of her breast into my mouth. Alternating between one then the other. Squeezing them and popping them into my mouth.
While I’m working on getting as much of her breast in my mouth as I can, she decides to say very loudly.
“You like my tits, Daddy? Are they bigger than Mommy’s?”
I jump up and cover my mouth with her hand. I can tell she’s smiling underneath. She starts to lick and bite the palm of my hand.
I reach my hand in her leggings. Her panties are soaked. Like she just jumped into a pool with her clothes on. She’s moaning through my hand as I play with her cunt. Rubbing her clit slow and methodically. Taking my time with her pleasure.
Then, I slowly put two of my fingers inside her. Feeling her tight little pussy stretch for me once more. I take my hand off her mouth and bring her towards me even more, her mouth biting into my chest as I curl my fingers slightly while inside her.
She’s moaning into my chest and biting it. Digging her nails into my back as she holds herself against me as I continue to finger her. Going faster and faster, harder and harder.
“Cum.” I say quietly. “Cum.” I repeat as my fingers assault her young cunt. “Cum for Daddy.”
“I can’t I can-“
“Cum. Cum for me.”
I can feel her body shaking as she’s biting into my chest. Then she takes a sudden gasp. Then short breathes.
“That’s it. That’s it.”
Her nails dig into my back even harder as I finger her as faster and faster.
“I’m cumming!” She says once before she starts to squirt all over herself and me. Her thighs shaking as I continue to finger her.
She’s out of breath. Her little pussy quivering for me as I pull my fingers out. I grab her by her ponytail and force her down to the ground, shoving my wet fingers that I just used to finger her down her throat. Which she eagerly accepts and begins sucking on.
With her head against the changing room wall, I tease her with the bulge of my boxers. Pressing it up against her mouth. Her mouth agape and her tongue exploring wildly. She tries to pull down my boxers but I swat her hands away. She looks up at me with a pouty face.
“What do we say?” I mouth silently.
“Please let me suck your cock Daddy.” She mouths. “Fuck my face. Cum in my mouth.”
I nod at her. And she slowly pulls down my boxers. The look of excitement on her face when she sees my big cock was like a kid on Christmas.
She sets her eyes on mine. Looking up at me while she slowly takes my throbbing cock into her mouth. One inch at a time, until she has most of it in her mouth. She tries to go all the way, but gags and takes her mouth off of it for a second to catch her breath.
She’s jerking me off, getting her saliva all over my cock. She gets an evil little grin on her face.
“Are you gonna fuck my face or what Daddy? I thought you-“
I interrupt her by shoving my cock in her mouth. I put one foot up on the changing room bench and begin to fuck my little girl’s throat. She’s gagging with each deep thrust, but looking up at me the whole time with her big beautiful brown eyes. Her eyes were thanking me. They were saying “Thank you for showing me my place.”
I withdrawal momentarily so she can catch her breath. I lean in and give her a brief, deep kiss before resuming in fucking her face. Both of my hands on the back of her head as I use her throat. I can feel myself about to cum.
“Daddy’s gonna cum. Swallow all of it like a good girl. All of it.” I say in a feint whisper.
“That’s it. That’s it.” I’m slamming her throat with my cock, her head banging against the changing room wall. She looks up at me one final time. We lock eyes as I shoot my hot cum down her throat. She gags and nearly hacks it all up, but composes herself and gets it all down with one gulp. Then she proudly opens her mouth and sticks out at her tongue. Show off.
I toss her hoodie at her and she quickly puts it on as I get my jeans on. I point at the wrinkled up orange shirt on the ground which she picks up.
I take a look at her. She looks like she fucking pissed herself. Between how wet she was and how much she squirted. It was kind of concealed by how dark her leggings were, but no. Looks like she just had an accident.
Whatever. We are out of here.
I see the same mixed race store clerk I saw when we came in. She looked totally white in the face. Like she had just seen a ghost. Mouth slightly open. Thousand yard stare. I take out my wallet and slam a hundred dollar bill on her cashiers desk.
“We’re gonna go with that one, yeah. Keep the change.” I say in a rush.
I eye a store bag and grab it. “Thanks.” I say. I see a pair of gray leggings on our way out and snatch them, putting them into the bag. And M and I scurry on out of there.
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