Paige Ch 20 Upsy Daisy

"Deborah seems nice. I'm glad you asked her out. I can't wait to meet her daughter Coochie."

"Stop getting ahead of yourself. Just because the waitress and I flirted doesn't mean we're going to be anything serious enough to bring her family into it. Besides that's all I need is two eighteen year old's that act fifteen."

"You should Daddy. Like you said I can't be your girlfriend, and daughter both. I think we're getting past that part don't you? I mean I can't be your lover forever even if we both like the sex."

"STOP! Three weeks ago you wanted nothing more than to be in a relationship style thing with me. We both know that's impossible outside of occasional playing around."

"Almost every day Daddy." She reminded him.

"As long as we agree on it I'm good, but long term shouldn't even be a thing."

"Right! I'm good with now and then Daddy. Personally I can't get enough of you, but you're so right." She hugs him from behind as he sits at his computer. "I understand though. Besides I have lots of sex partners these days. Tender is good to me. So are all your friends."

"The friends need to stop tapping your ass. This is getting out of hand."

"Nooooo! I like Greg's big dick. Uncle Mike and Uncle Andy haven't even had me again. They deserve some."

"Fuck it! Do what you want. You're old enough to make your own decisions."

"You can still tell me what to do. I like pleasing you Daddy. Just don't take away people I like teasing and seducing. You created this Mister."

"Monster more than Mister." He chuckles.

"So can I keep playing with Mister Frank? I likey money."

"We'll see. I told him to call and request time as it fits his schedule and his pocket. He made good offers but you can't tell me he's that rich."

"You haven't seen where he lives. I think he's more than just a Cocktologist. He's a plastic surgeon."

"He doesn't look the type to be into anything illegal. I'd say he's invested money well. Stock market kind of stuff."

"Besides, his nephew is squirrely cute." She giggles.

"Robin was it? Wait! I knew that. For the fiftieth time hearing his name."

"Yesss! He snuck in and masturbated..."

"How many times this week are you going to tell me this story? For crying out loud, I get it. Kid crush."

"He's eighteen like me. Shy like me."

"You're not shy anymore."

"I can be. even when I'm not I like acting like I am. It gives guys a really big hard on."

"Everything about you cries BOING!" He over dramatizes his emphasis of her well played seductiveness, hands fluttering in the air.

"You're so silly Daddy. Can I take Robin's virginity?"

"Truth and you know it. Hold up! What? Take his virginity? You're going to risk your job being Frank's play toy by fucking his nephew? Are you out of your mind?" Shaking off the thought he changes the subject, "So how's school been? We haven't talked much the last three days."

"Nothing special." She turns away gritting her teeth. She couldn't tell him of Brett's scheming which led her to being gangbanged in school. Nor, risk her Economics Teachers job for fucking her after the gangbang, in his classroom. Her Dad would blow up at her. Best to zip it. Unlike her butt zipper jeans, those stayed unzipped.

"One more week. Your Mom texted me saying your Graduation gown came in the mail. You need to go over and try it on."

"I don't want to go to Mommy's." She pouts envisioning her Mother's ruthless, sleazebag boyfriend Mark Rapier. He was trying to blackmail Paige like so many others in her life. Most she wanted. Him no way.

"Well I'm making you today or no Medieval Times."

"Noooo! I want to meet Todd. He sent me a message saying his Larper group was getting together out in the woods for a battle. He said if we hit it off I was invited."

"I'm just now hearing about this?"

"About the Larper invite yes. He asked me yesterday. I just forgot to mention it."

"How many other guys are you forgetting to mention?"

She pouts rubbing her toes in the carpet with a lowered gaze. "Lots!"

"Unbelievable. How can I protect you if you don't tell me everything?"

"Because you have Deborah now. I don't want to take up all of your spare time."

"I'll make time. What haven't you told me?"

"The guys from the bus want me to meet them tomorrow for a long bus ride."

"Medieval Times? You expect to do both in one day?"

"Yesss! We can take the bus to Medieval Times. I googled the routes and how many times we switch buses."

"Oh, so I'm riding along when you're getting groped by the college guys." He puckers considering how fun that might be to witness. "I guess we could do that."

"Yay!" She pats her palms together rapidly. "You can use your cell to record me getting felt up."

"What about that scarf costume you made for this Todd guy?"

"It's not done quite. I plan on finishing it while you go on your date tonight. It will give me something to do."

"Speaking of...I don't want to leave you alone. Too many crazies know about you from Tender. They can track you here."

"Please don't tell me you invited Mommy to stay with me."

"Are you kidding me? Hell no! I don't want Paula even knowing I'm dating. Let alone a black woman. She's just a tad racist, thanks to her Skinhead boyfriend. Why do you think he lives in Skokie?"

"I never thought of that. So who is staying with me? Gerry from next door?"

"No." Lonnie chuckles. "I invited Greg over."

"REALLY?" She bounces around with excitement.

"And Joshy."

"OH MY GOD!"

"And, Bryan."

"NOOOOOOO! OH MY GOD! I LOVE YOU SO FREAKING MUCH."

"So much for your scarf project." He laughs.

"I'll wear what I have done. Might need a girdle."

"Saran wrap around the waist thirty times would do the job."

"Oooo! That stuffs see through. Me likey. You so smart Daddy."

"Tacky but we're on a budget."

"No fair! I just made $5,000 dollars."

"Toward your Graduation gift. Shush, or I'll call the guys back and say you have the measles."

"You're such a meanie weinie." She pouts then realizes he said Graduation gift. "What are you getting me?"

"A nice shiny chastity belt."

"Oh, I'll pick that luck Buddy." She pelts his shoulder goofily.

"Nothing would surprise me. So who else have you talked to and made plans with?"

"My calendar is getting full. Mister Frank said he has my play room painted. With a big canopy bed being delivered on Monday. Did I tell you he's building me..."

"YES! Enough about Frank and Robin. I'll allow you over once I talk to him again. Fill me in on the newer guys."

"The shoe store guys want to take me shopping for a Graduation gift. Can I go after I get my diploma?"

"Yes. Newer I said."

"Well...there's the Magician who dresses up like a Clown. He said he wants to meet me at his brother Ronald's."

"Ronald McDonald?" He laughs. "Sounds creepy."

"He was joking. His name is Byron. He's really cute when he's not wearing make-up. Am I wierd thinking that sex with a clown sounds hot?"

"Hopeless! That visual just ruined my evening."

"Nooooo! Go have fun Daddy. You need a night away from work and being here with me."

"Oh, I'm not canceling. I fully intend to tip the waitress."

"She likes my Daddy. I can tell."

"We'll see. You have ten minutes to fill me in on more guys."

"Okay. There's the guy from the Pet Store."

"NO DOGS!"

"He's not a dog."

"You know what I mean. No bringing home a puppy."

"Oh! I thought you meant I might try..."

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

"Ewww! No way." She shivers at the thought of bestiality.

"Anyone else?"

"Actually, there is one guy I feel really bad for. I was thinking of going on a sympathy date."

"Huh? What's wrong with him?"

"He's in a wheelchair. He's a War Veteran. No legs. Nice looking though. He's got muscals." She poses flexing her biceps. "His name is Oscar."

"Wow! Strangely, I'm proud of you for not being opposed to handicaps. That deserves a hug." They share a moment. His hands could never not squeeze her bare ass. She adored it.

"There are more. I can tell you tomorrow. You need to get ready for your date."

"Yeah, I better get showered. Go work on your body scarf while you can."

"Okay Daddy." A swift kiss to his cheek she darted to her bedroom.

As he stood up he hears a text ping on his cell. It was from the Old guy at the mall. The Photographer. "Hey It's Micky. You still interested in having Graduation pics done for your daughter? I have a three hour window on Sunday. 2-5PM. Let me know I'll reserve her."

Shrugging he thought it might be a nice surprise. Texting back Lonnie types, "Sounds good. Shoot me an address we'll be there."

"Great! I live in the country." He reveals a lengthy address. "Tell her to bring a few different outfits. We can have some variety."

"I'll be sure to pack her furs." Lonnie chuckles. "She's on a costume kick. Going to Medieval Times tomorrow. She's wearing a body scarf. LOL."

"You do realize Medieval Princesses offer their scarves to a jousting Knight for good luck, right?"

"Aw hell! I guess she might be sitting naked with a turkey leg in her lap. LOL!"

"HA! See you Sunday. Have fun fending off the Royal Guard."

"Thanks Micky."

"No problemo."

Ending the chat Lonnie hits the shower. After a healthy scrub down, and prepping his attire he settles for a dark grey button down shirt he would leave untucked, and black jeans. Dress shoes of black which he spit shined in a flash. Nothing too fancy. Groomed to perfection, he splashes on the best cologne he had available.

Stepping from his bedroom he enters Paige's. She was sitting on her own bed , needle and thread in hand with a bundle of white scarf like material. Looking up at Lonnie her eyes pop out. "You look very handsome Daddy."

"Thanks Punk." He eyes her stitching. Not a straight line in the bunch. Nice try. "Pretty much transparent Kiddo." He pinches the cloth for a closer inspection.

"I'm Queen Thinavere." She giggles, reaching up for a hug goodbye. He leans in to embrace her when he feels a prick on his neck.

"Careful! Watch that needle. You nearly lanced my neckline."

"LANCE ALOT!" She attempts a deep masculine voice.

"Nice try Anna Faris. You've been watching MOM too much."

"She reminds me of me when I grow up."

"Ummm! You're already done growing." He laughs. "I'm going. The guys should be here shortly after dark. If you...condoms. Enforce it."

"I wasn't planning on sex with them. I was going to have them help me sew up my outfit."

"BULLSHIT!" He rolls his eyes.

"You never believe me." She pouts with a shrill whine.

"Not stupid." He taps his temple. "Clean up after yourself. I know how messy you get."

"GO! I order thee to Go." She points.

"Later Queenie."

Lon got into his car and headed out. He was meeting Deb for drinks, being late was not an option. First, well second impressions meant everything to the man.

The second he pulled away Paige ditched her project and ran to her Dad's closet in search of what she called her lucky tank top. The zero sided tank her Father had her wear on Game night weeks ago. She knew it was sexy, and wanted to be appealing, without just answering the door naked.

Perfume coating every inch of her body, including her ass crack and between her toes, she slipped the shirt over her head and sat back down on her bed. Stitching another length of fabric, it seemed like forever before she heard a motorcycle roar up in the driveway. Excitably she jumps up squealing. A look at herself in the mirror, she decided no more pigtails. Tonight, she wanted to be all woman. Ties removed she quickly brushes out her hair. Grimacing at not doing this sooner she was forced to have a few ratty spots. With a smirk she opts for one last removal. Her large framed glasses were put to rest on her dresser. Eyes slightly blurry she foregoes applying contacts and skips along to the living room. Reaching the front door Greg had already opened it.

"You here Youngun'?"

"Right here." She hops up and down in step, fingers clamped together as if praying, held up to her chin. "Hi!"

"Hey there Princess. How ya been?"

"HUGS! I DEMAND HUGS." Her arms flew up toward the burly giant. As he always does Greg lifts her up by her waist and pulls her in for a crushing hug. Mighty arms around her waist. Slender arms about his neck. After a tender moment, she uses her palms to push her upper body outward, right hand moving in to caress his long beard. "Bushy wushy." He had to chuckle at her expression. Lips puckered as she explores his beard. After thirty seconds her mouth storms his. They stood there in the doorway making out for all to see.

As a big white truck pulls up on the curb she looks out over Greg's shoulder. Greg begins to let her down when she whimpers. "Carry me." He holds on to her turning in step to see Prince Bryan stepping into the night light. As Greg carries her out into the yard to meet him her arms stretch for the Farmboy. Passing her off without setting her down Bryan chuckles.

"Upsy Daisy!"

"Higher!" She goofs off hugging him. He lifts her chest up over his head as she snatches his ballcap putting it on backwards. She leans lower and kisses Bryan as well. Greg stood back admiring her ass cheeks peeking from beneath the tank.

"I remember this rag." Greg huffs, reaching out to tug the hemline. He then proceeds to pinch her ass, making her squirm in Bryan's clutches. He kept her aloft looking up at her chest. She uses her free hand to snatch up the sides of her shirt pulling them between her tits. He then devoured a nipple. All she could do was giggle between both men's tortures.

Car lights arriving another pickup truck parks across the street. Out climbs the bodybuilder colossus Joshua. Even as Bryan feasted upon her right nipple Paige waves at the oncoming Rhino. "Josssssshy! Save me!"

Faking a charge he runs toward the two other men. Bryan getting a face full of shirt suddenly turns releasing her dampened nipple. Chuckling Bryan hurls her unexpectedly at Josh. Screaming in flight Josh snatches her out of the air and lifts her even higher to sit on his left shoulder as if a parrot.

"There's my future sex slave."

"Me miss you Joshy." She leans down hugging his scalp. Her weight nothing to him he swings her down in front of him then back up to his other shoulder. She couldn't stop laughing as Bryan's hat fell from her hair. He picked it up off the ground and put it back upon his own head.

"How's my Cutiepie?"

"HORNY! I NEED DICK." She blurts out loud enough for neighbors to hear her. " I want you all to be real meanies to me."

"Want it rough, eh?" Josh grunts. "What say you fellas?"

After a brief introduction between Greg and Bryan they became buds instantly. Agreeing on two things. Giving her what she wanted...and that fucking tank top needed to go. Tilting her over by her spine with mighty hands under her tank, Greg steps in and tugs that eyesore from her body. She was naked outside. She loved it. In their playfulness Josh lifted her way over his head and sat her down on his mouth. Tongue digging into her pussy deep. She gasps and remembers him doing this stunt in her living room. With no ceiling to touch this time she reached for the stars.

Uncaring of being caught the trio of studs stood their ground. technically Lonnie's ground but that was a moot point. Her squeals of his wagging tongue made her moan louder than ever before. Not just because it felt awesome, but because she wanted the world to know her happiness.

As a set of car lights draw near Paige sees a familiar Pizza sign mounted on top of it. Brett Chenowyth was making a delivery down the block. Once paid Brett was forced to drive by. Looking over at her house his eyes bulge. A cell snapped a pic before the guys could yell at him. Paige waved for the photo. In her thoughts she said, "I'm a poster child." She knew that picture would how up for the school to see.

Feeling a finger teasing her anal pucker she tenses up.

"Lower her some. I'll lick that asshole while you gnaw that fucking pussy." Greg chuckled. Kneeling slowly Greg bent over and pried her cheeks apart. As awkward as it was both men tongued her holes. She yelped and praised their attentions like a hungry child searching for a morsel. In her succulent cries Bryan chose to shut her up by placing fingers between her lips. She sucked on two fingers as if it were a dick. Fucking amazing. Another drive by by Brett captured video this time. He had turned his headlights off to avoid detection. The guys didn't truly care. Of course, this time Paige had no clue he was there recording them.

Regretting his clock Brett drove onward to make his next delivery. He had enough good stuff to share already. A call to others offering up her address might get more footage. All he knew was he needed to prove he wasn't a quick shot artist like earlier in the week. His desire for Paige forcing him to cum in her within three minutes. Not fair! He would get a rematch.

Twelve miles away...

Lonnie took a seat at the seedy tavern that Deb requested. Nothing fancy, nothing trouble. A small Blues bar that was frequented by everybody that loved the Rhythm. Sax players on a small stage proving they were possessed by long gone greats. Ordering a beer he enjoys their story. Fifteen minutes slip away when he feels a warm hand slide across his back up into the hair along his neck. Turning he discovers magic.

"Waiting for someone?" Deborah Johnson smiled with her eyes. Her hair long with extensions that offered her an even more stunning allure. A sequined white dress so high up on her thighs, that one wrong move the band might stop playing.

"Only the hottest waitress in the City."

"Oh! Would that be me?" She smirks.

"FUCK YES!" He dares to plant a kiss on her ruby red lips. She accepted without hesitation. Her bulging cleavage rising and falling with every share lash of their tongues. The bartender, a burly black man resembling the Uncles in Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire grunted.

"Get a back seat." He chuckles tapping the bar with a finger. It took a few extra taps to break the couple up.

"You just give me a margarita Wayne. Get this Diva drunk."

"You know the bartender?" Lon cocks a brow.

"Went to school together back in the day. Jealous?"

"Of every guy alive." He chuckles.

"Good! You should be. Show me how bad you want this." She shimmers her fingers over every curve on her near perfect body. A little booty action as she turned made her giggle. Lonnie knew he was in trouble.

"Have a seat." He motions to a barstool next to him.

"You have a seat." She takes his hands and wraps them around her hips to squeeze her ass.

"Comfy." He puckers.

"Soft but tight. Like every inch of this yummy stuff." She busts up laughing then pats his chest, "You buying into my hoochie momma vibe?" Settling down she takes her seat, dangling her clutch purse to rest on the bar. Wayne, returning with her margarita sets a napkin down with her drink.

"Running a tab Boom Boom?" Wayne snickers.

"Boom Boom?" Lon looks to the bartender for clarity.

"Deb can tell ya."

"No Wayne, you just fill the man in. Tell him the gory details of my being 400 pounds and looking for dessert. Always passed by you though." She flutters fingers with a scowl.

"She was never 400 pounds. I won't even attempt to guess her weight, she might jump over this bar and whoop my ass."

Chuckling Lonnie lifts his hands, "So why Boom Boom?"

"You'll find out when I ride that big ole' cock of yours later."

"Say what?" He couldn't stop grinning.

"She blew up our Science lab our junior year. Acid in water, not the other way around."

"Just how you make your drinks Wayne. For the record that big lug saved this hot body."

"It's true. Scars on my back jumping in front of her. I can prove it."

"Naw! I believe you. Thanks for saving Diva here."