I'd become Roy's "Little Girl." I'd had sex with his wife's boyfriend, and I found a part of myself that I didn't know existed.
My real dad had always wanted a son. He taught me how to hunt, how to shoot, how to shoe horses. He never really liked seeing me in dresses, but I loved wearing dresses. Now I was living with an older couple, going to college, learning about the art world . . . and I was Roy's "little girl" now.
I'd had sex more times in twenty-four hours than I'd had in my entire life. I was renting a room decorated for a ten year old girl. And I'd found out that some people live life like no one else.
I'd had sex with a black guy that was more than twice my age, and a cock bigger than I'd ever seen. And a man I just met made me his little girl. And I liked it, a lot. I was going to college to broaden my horizons and learn about art, but what I learned was that my life was unfolding in a way I never imagined.
Dee told me that she and Roy were going to go to the gallery, and she asked me if I wanted to go with them. She also reminded me that it was first Friday. That meant that there would be a lot of new visitors. Dee also told me to let Roy pick out something for me to wear, because we'd be there from afternoon to late evening.
Roy and I went to my room. Roy went through the closet and picked out an outfit for me. It was a suspendered, plaid mini dress. He picked out some thigh high stockings. He also picked out a pair of matching saddle shoes for me. The blouse he picked out for me was a long sleeve, but sheer, button down blouse. I got undressed, and it didn't take long for Roy to tell me that I needed to get laid again.
Roy's cock was sticking out of his pajama bottoms. I could tell that seeing me naked excited him. He told me, "You are such a good girl", and that actually made me feel good.
I don't know where it came from, but I asked Roy, "What would make me go from good to better?"
Roy smiled and leaned back, "Oh, I think you sucking Daddy's cock would definitely put you in the better category."
I thought to myself that Roy did make love to me, he made me breakfast and even picked out my outfit for the day. So, the least I could do was suck his cock for him.
I'd been down on Roy for no more than maybe ten minutes when I heard Dee behind me, saying, "Now that's a good look."
I was going to look back, but Roy put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it back down on his cock.
Dee said, "After you guys fuck, we'll need to get going."
I thought to myself, "Well, I am sucking his cock. So, the next logical step would be him fucking me".
It felt like I'd been down on his cock for an hour. Then Roy told me that I needed to get on the bed and spread my legs.
Roy hadn't been a bad lover. So, I did what he told me to do.
When I felt Roy's cock enter me, it just felt right. Dave had been amazing, better and bigger, but Roy was pretty good, too. Dave had been more like a hook up, a really good hook up, and Roy seemed more caring, like I really was his little girl. Roy solidified that when he said, "Daddy does love his little girl."
I'm not sure where this came from, either, but I said, "I love you, too, Daddy."
I thought to myself, "WTF? What am I doing? I just told Roy that I loved him. I'm letting him fuck me because he said that I needed to get laid. I'm sucking his cock and he's picking out my clothes for me. And I've let this go on for too long to say no now. Well, Abby. I guess you are his little girl now."
Roy smiled and deep kissed me. He kissed my neck and said, "And Daddy thinks his little girl is going to have a lot of boyfriends, too."
I tried to think about what Roy had just said, but he felt really good in me. He was so caring and gentle. I liked that, but I couldn't stop thinking about how good Dave had felt in me. I told Roy, "I want Dave to be my boyfriend."
Roy kissed my neck again, while he slowly slid his cock in and out of me. He said, "Daddy's not going to take that pleasure away from you . . . that is as long as you continue to show Daddy how much you love him and his cock." Then Roy said, "As long as you do what Daddy tells you to do, I think we'll be just fine."
My real dad was never good at making decisions. My mom always made all the major decisions. I always wished that my father would have been more aggressive. I often wished that he would have set boundaries. Rather, he pretty much let me do whatever I wanted to do. And my mom pretty much tells my dad what he can and cannot do. My father was always very submissive to my mom. And I think men should be dominant.
Other than my mom being over bearing, there wasn't much structure in our house. My parents are Christians, but my father never quite caught on to the part where the man was supposed to be the rule maker. It more than just turned me on that Roy was being the father I always felt I needed, and this time it was sexual, too.
Roy was in his mid-fifties. I was eighteen. He was more than old enough to be my father. Hell, he was old enough to be my grandfather. But he felt really good inside of me. I liked having Roy kissing me and wanting to take care of me, letting me suck him and him fucking me, and sharing me. And it felt good to have him call me his good little girl. I actually liked calling Roy Daddy. My father wasn't a physical guy. I don't remember when he ever hugged me. But Roy was making up for where my real dad lacked.
Roy helped me get dressed, and then I helped him get dressed. We walked downstairs and met Dee in the kitchen. Dee looked at me, "You look so cute."
I looked down at what I was wearing. Luckily, the suspenders covered my nipples, because if it wasn't for them, my nipples would have been totally visible.
Roy smiled, "She's Daddy's cute, little princess."
Roy and I went to the gallery in the Suburban and Dee drove her MKX
On the way to the gallery, Roy had his hand on my thigh the whole time. On occasion, he would slip a finger or two in me. He told me that he was so glad that I came with him to the gallery. He also told me, "You're going to love our gallery. We have paintings and sculptures that fulfill all fantasies."
I asked Roy what I was going to be doing at the gallery.
Roy told me, "Other than looking delicious, you'll follow me around, meet some people, and have a good time . . . emphasis on having a good time."
I smiled and patted Roy's hand, "It's already been fun, Daddy."
Roy smiled and told me, "I do like hearing you call me Daddy."
I told Roy that I wanted him to be everything that my real dad wasn't. Roy told me that he would be more than just a Daddy to me. He was going to be my everything. And he'd make sure I always had a good time . . . as long as I was a good girl.
I asked Roy if I'd been a good girl.
Roy smiled, "You've been a very good girl."
When we arrived at the gallery, I wasn't surprised. The building was good sized, and the best I can explain it is that it was very art nouveau. Roy told me that Dee and a friend of theirs designed the building. It was very impressive looking from the outside. I couldn't wait to see what it looked like on the inside.
The main entrance to the gallery was reminiscent of the home of Jules Lavirotte.
The building itself was astoundingly beautiful. It was like no other gallery I'd ever seen. It was like walking into the Ranakpur Jain Temple. Each pillar, throughout the building, was hand carved and each was different from the others. Unlike most galleries, Roy and Dee's gallery was a work of art itself. I never asked, but I felt that I could safely assume that Roy and Dee had spent millions on the building.