Sissy was pacing her room, still naked, waiting for Daddy to come home. He always had the right thing to say, to calm her and make her feel better. 'Why did I let Billy treat me that way?' she wondered for the millionth time. Where was Billy now? She heard him leave his room, out through his window. She knew he wouldn't be back for hours, probably drunk.
Her bold red hair hung down to the middle of her back. They loved it loose and brushed, so that's what she did. Her pale skin, showing no tan at all, made her deep hair color seem even deeper. Her brows and eyelashes were blond. One could only see them if you were really close to her. Then you could also see the sprinkling of freckles that spread from one cheek, over her nose, to the other cheek. She had other freckles that she hated: on both shoulders, then cascading down her arms. The rest of her body had an occasional freckle, but mostly the rest was just alabaster skin. She never tanned. She burned.
Finally! She heard Daddy call her name. "Sissy! Come out here, please."
So happy he was finally home, here to take all her cares away and make things all right, she opened her bedroom door and scampered to where she knew he waited... sitting in his easy chair, waiting for her.
But not today. Today he was standing next to the piano, arms out waiting for an embrace. She threw herself into those arms and he hugged her tightly, running his hands over her little naked body, feeling her small breasts against his lower chest, nipples hardening into sweet little pebbles. But then his arms pushed her away.
"Sissy, sweety, I brought a friend home with me today." She looked past him and saw a handsome man, younger than Daddy, shorter than Daddy, perhaps 5'10", skin a medium brown color, a big smile on his face, showing fine white teeth. His lips were full and rosy. Both men wore business attire: a suit and tie.
"This is Doctor Patel. Sam, this is my daughter Cynthia, but we call her Sissy. She is eighteen years old and the delight of my life."
"Daddy, a doctor? Are you sick? Why is he here?"
"I'm fine. He's not a medical doctor, Kitten, now greet him properly."
She held out her hand and said, "How do you do, Doctor Patel? Your skin is beautiful. It looks the color of brown sugar. Is it sweet?" Then she remember Daddy said proper greeting, so she dutifully put her arms around the doctor and hugged him tightly.
Sam Patel, delighted, felt her tits against his chest and breathed deeply. He took her hand in both of his. "I do fine, Sissy. Thank you for the delightful hug. Perry, forgive me. When you described your daughter in such glowing terms, I didn't believe you. How is it that this vision comes to be your daughter? Your skin is dark, your hair is black. You are 6'1", she is barely five-three. Sissy, please call me Sam."
Before Perry could reply, Sissy objected. "I'm five-four!" she exclaimed, petulant, standing up straight, pushing out her tits as she did so. Both men chuckled.
Perry grinned. "Sissy, come sit here on the sofa. Good girl. I tan easily, Sam. I never burn. Her mother, may she rest in peace, was five feet, a blonde, fair skinned, and slightly built. I do expect Sissy's tits to get a bit larger, though." He tweaked both of her nipples so Sam could see how responsive she is. She arched, and they watched delightedly as her torso twisted and vibrated with an orgasm, heard her quiet moan. "My family comes from dark Scottish stock. I couldn't have been more delighted to have helped produce my little pale delight."
Sam was amazed at her reaction to her father's tweaking. "My dear girl, do you love so much to have your nipples played with? Perry, may I try?"
"By all means, Sam, she is yours tonight, to play with as you will. Consider her a substitute for your loving wife. I believe her red hair genes also give her other, less visible attributes. Such as the reaction you just saw. She does that every time. Go ahead. Try it. "
Sam repeated Perry's tweaking of her nipples, and watched her as she exclaimed with an OH, arched high and stayed like that as the next orgasm waved through her. "Lovely. What else does she do?"
Sissy beamed at the praise from both men. She waited for her father to explain what he expected from her. "She responds even stronger when being fingered. But I will let you find that out for yourself as you play with her. You can fuck her and come inside her, all over her, or in her mouth, as you wish. She swallows, sucks, cums quickly, and usually stays wet for hours."
"Sissy," Daddy looked serious. "Sam has many times bemoaned to me the fact that his wife is still in New Delhi, waiting for immigration papers. He misses her terribly, as you might imagine. Today I told him that I would bring him home with me so that I might share you with him. I told him how I've been trying to groom you to please a man, but I can only teach you what I know. Sam here is Hindu, and they have sexual practices well beyond my ken. Have you heard of the book, Kama Sutra?"
"No, sir."
"It teaches many many sexual positions that a man and woman can use for sexual pleasure. It also teaches a man many ways to make sure a woman is fully pleasured, something I think that we have been remiss about."
Sissy now looked at Sam with renewed interest. "You teach sex? As a subject?"
Sam grinned. "That is not my day job," he explained, "but sex is my... hobby. Kama Sutra is meant for married couples, but of course any couple can read it and learn. Today, though, I will do no teaching. I will be learning your ways and doing my best to give you many orgasms."
"Oh, Daddy! I can hardly wait!"
