Date: Wed, 17 Dec 2008 22:46:59 -0800 (PST) From: Sky Subject: Daddys lil ho, part 8, A day in the city *** Disclaimer *** All the usual warnings apply. Be 18+. If you don't like it don't read it. This is a work of FICTION. Any resemblances to real life occurrences are strictly coincidental. This is a work of FICTION and should in no way be construed as support of putting any child at risk or harm. That actions depicted in this story are not meant for real life application and that all readers should be aware and abide by all local, state, and federal laws regarding sexual activity with minors. Also, barebacking even with other adults is a bad idea for everyone. *** Disclaimer *** Thanks to all the guys that have been writing. I really appreciate your suggestions and comments. I'm really glad you all enjoy the story. Please keep your mails cumming. Daddy's lil Whore Part 8 A day in the city Daddy got home around 6pm. I was sitting on the couch when he came in. He said hello to me, but not much else. He went right to work on dinner. I offered to help but he told me just to go. All through dinner not more than three words came from Daddy. What had I done? Was he mad at me because we had sex? I thought he liked it. I liked it. The next few days he was same way. I was a little hurt so trying to be a good boy I got up early so I could go to the latchkey on Tuesday and Wednesday. Both days, we rode the train there in silence and after work he came into the latchkey, said let's go, and we rode the train home in silence. Wednesday night I was on the computer chatting with Zach. I told him all that had happened, Michael on the plane, then seeing him on the beach, and how he got Daddy to fuck me, then how we did it after that with the camera, how I sucked Daddy off in bed, and of course about meeting Mr. Davis. Zach got really excited as I told him all about what was going on. So much so he said he shot his load in his jockeys. He also said that he felt bad that Daddy seem to be having a hard time with me being a cock boy (that's what Zach would sometimes call me because he thought it sounded nicer than faggot). He even asked if there was something he could do to help, but I didn't know what. I signed off when Daddy called me to eat. After dinner the phone rang. Daddy went to answer it. "Hello? Oh, hello Michael. No, no, we are just fine. No I'm okay, really. Thanks. What's that? Um, sure... I guess. No, we don't have anything planned for tomorrow. I have to work, but I'm sure he would like that. Here, why don't you ask him." Daddy called me over and I took the phone from him. "Hello?" "Hey Sky, It's Michael. I was just asking your Dad if he would mind if you and I spend the day together. I thought we could see a few sights, and grab some lunch. What do you think?" "Oh yes, that would be awesome! Daddy and me haven't gone to a lot a places since I been here. I wish he could go," I said as I looked with puppy eyes at my dad. "Daddy, you sure its okay that I go?" He nodded his head though there was a scowl on his brow. That worried me. Michael and I planned that he would pick me up in the morning at 9am then he would take me into Manhattan to see the sights there. We would decide where to have lunch when we got there. I was on pins and needles the rest of the night I was so excited. After doing the dishes, Daddy took a seat in his chair and watched TV until bedtime. The only thing he said the rest of the night was when he told me to 'get my butt in the shower.' Its funny that I actually got to sleep so quickly that night I was so excited. But, I popped right out of bed at 7am the next morning. When I got down stairs Daddy was at the kitchen table drinking coffee. "G'morning Daddy, would you like me to make you some breakfast?" He shunned my hospitality. Ten minutes later he was out the door. I didn't waste any time thinking about Daddy and his distance instead I ran upstairs to take another shower. I wanted to be really fresh for Michael today. By 8:45AM I was on the couch anxiously awaiting Michael. Having no clue other than site seeing I dressed for a warm day in the city, light pocketed khaki shorts (accent on the short), Sponge Bob t-shirt, matching undies, a short sleeve button up pale blue shirt, socks, and white Adidas walkers. I even grabbed my little backpack to hold $20, lip balm (actually gloss), and handy wipes (I got in the habit of carrying them with Zach). I was so excited to spend the day out in the city that I thought for sure if something didn't happen soon I was going to explode. 9:03AM the doorbell rings. To say I ran for the door would be an understatement, I think I actually flew. Not even thinking of security I threw the door open. There stood Michael. "Good morning Sky! How are you this morning pretty baby?" I felt my face go red, just a little. "I'm good, Michael. Where we going?" "Oh well don't you worry your pretty little head about that. I have lots of things for us to do today, okay? Did you have breakfast yet?" In all of my excitement I forgot to eat breakfast. I told Michael and he said not to worry because we would make that our first stop. A few minutes later with my backpack holding Michael's hand we left the house headed for the train station. We stopped at a little eatery just before the train. Michael got us both a bagel and container of milk. I gleefully ate my bagel as we finished our trek to the train. Once on the train Michael and I got a seat. He was so sweet as he held my hand. I didn't notice at first, but Michael pointed out to me that there were a couple men on the train watching us. This got me excited so I moved my hand from Michael's and placed it on the inside of this thigh. Michael put his arm around me as I put my head on his chest. As Michael and I snuggled closer on the train I looked around checking on the eyes that were peering at us earlier. The three had now become five. Four of them were sitting but one, a young man probably in his early twenties with rich thick dark hair, black eyes, and mocha colored skin, stood holding the rail overhead. I stared right at his crotch as I kneaded Michael's inner thigh. The young man smiled at me then grabbed his growing bulge. I gave him a big smile when he did that. Michael's hand reached for my chin bringing my face closer to his. He gave me a kiss on the cheek. "You would love for these men to fuck your little pussy right here, wouldn't you baby?" I bit my lip and nodded to Michael. "That Latino boy looks like he would split your little cunt wide open. Would you like that Sky baby?" I could feel my face go flush and my pulse race as Michael's words filled my ears. Did I want these men, these grown men, who were perfect strangers to fuck me? Oh yes, yes I did. I was so excited. Michael reached down grabbing the cheek of my bottom. Three of the men saw it. I smiled and wiggled my butt just a little for them. I really loved the attention. With his other hand, Michael reached into his pocket and pulled something from his wallet. I didn't get a good look and I didn't ask. By the time we arrived in a downtown station I was worked up really good with all the attention. Michael and I stood to exit, neither of us attempting to hide our obvious stiffies. I looked back as we exited the train, three of the men were groping their bulges and all were smiling. The cute Latin boy was standing next to Michael. Michael reached over to the young man and shook his hand. "That is a very cute boy you have there," said the young Latino man. "Give me a call sometime if you want to hang out," Michael said with a wink. The doors opened and we stepped from the train. In the station there were people scrabbling everywhere. Michael had me by my hand again leading me out onto the street. I couldn't believe how big the city was. The buildings were so tall and there were so many people. We walked along the avenue for a few minutes until Michael pulled me into a shop. Inside the air was much cooler than the hot busy streets of New York. The air smelled sweet too, like baby powder, flowers, and just a hint of something else. Around us were racks and racks of pinks, plums, and blues. Michael was taking me clothes shopping. I got real excited. Michael then introduced me to the shop owner, I very nice gentlemen by the name of Mr. Wisner. Mr. Wisner was not a tall man, only about 5'7" with dark hair, a sharp nose and a wide smile. He looked to be in his late twenties, but could have just looked younger because of his stature. Mr. Wisner showed us around his pretty shop. Michael stopped at one rack pulled out a small blue and black plaid skirt. It kind of looked like a schoolgirl uniform skirt with pleats at the hip. Michael turned and looked at me. "Sky honey, want to try this on?" My eyes bulged as I glared at the garment. It was really cute, but it was a skirt. Skirts are for girls and I'm a boy. But, it was really cute and I had always wondered what it would be like to wear one. I nodded my head and before I could even hesitate Michael swept me into a changing room. It took me only a moment to slip out of my shorts and into the skirt, but I couldn't fasten it. I walked out of the changing room holding the skirt so it wouldn't fall. Michael came to my rescue showing me how to do fasten the skirt myself. Mr. Wisner came up and as he looked at me he awed his approval. Then he pulled me in front of the mirror. It was so cute. "Do you like it Sky baby?" Michael asked. Mr. Wisner said, "It sure does show off those pretty legs of yours." I bit my lip as I felt the blood rush to my cheeks again. I looked up at Michael nodding my head. Michael pulled out his credit card and paid for the skirt. Mr. Wisner was very glad that I like the skirt. He gave me a huge before we left and I gave him a kiss on the cheek. Michael stuffed my shorts into my backpack and we hit the street again. The slight breeze that worked its way through the crowded streets felt good as it blew against my legs. I was afraid to even look down just because I knew that I was tenting the cute little pleated plaid skirt. Next we headed to a mall. Being the middle of a workweek it was busy but not completely packed like malls can get on weekends. Michael and I went into several shops. We looked at clothes, jewelry, clothes, sunglasses, clothes, swimsuits, clothes, toys, clothes, and lots of other stuff. The clerks were all very nice. Some of the ladies would say, what a sweet little girl you have. Some of the men, who I am sure were gay, would just be really friendly and tell me how pretty I was. Michael would follow me into the dressing room when we had a male clerk. In there he would help dress me, feel my bottom, even slip his finger inside me, and we would kiss. By the end of our trip Michael had bought be some new underoos, a pair of pink silk panties, a jockstrap, some really cute short short tight shorts, some t-shirts, and a really snug pair of jeans that he said really hugged my bottom good. When we left the mall Michael said we had a date for lunch. We walked the couple city blocks to a nice restaurant. It wasn't huge, but pretty big. It was past the lunch hour so the restaurant was only half full. We walked in hand in hand and Michael gave his name to the man that greeted us. The man smiled nicely and then ushered us to a table. There sat two men, one looked a lot like Michael, but much older. His features were more sever but he was handsome with a full head of white hair. The other seemed to be about Michael's age, lighter haired and thicker build, with sparkling blue eyes. "Sky honey, let me introduce you to my daddy and my brother, Tony, but you can call them Grand Daddy and Uncle Tony if you like." I looked right at Michael's dad and asked, "May I call you Grampa?" His smile widened and he mussed my hair. "Sure thing baby, you can call this old man anything you like." Then Michael asked, "Sky baby, why don't you show Grampa and Uncle Tony the pretty new skirt I bought you?" I beamed at Michael then took a step back from the table. First I gathered the sides of the skirt in my hands and made a curtsy then I spun around in a circle to show them how it moved. Both of the men laughed and clapped their hands in joy from my little show. My cheeks started to hurt from all the smiling but I just couldn't stop with all the positive attention I was getting. "Did I see that you have panties on that match your t-shirt honey?" inquired Uncle Tony. Feeling very playful at this point I raise the front of the skirt to show off my SpongeBob undies as I giggled loudly and nervously. This time all three men laughed and applauded at my little show. Grandpa then invited me to sit next to him for lunch. I crawled under the booth table and popped up between Grandpa and Uncle Tony. "Can I sit here?" I asked as I poked my head out from under the table. With no objections we commenced with lunch. Grampa knew the owner of the restaurant so he ordered lunch for all of us. While the waiter stood there to taking the order he asked me if I'm a picky eater and I told him that I wasn't then I put my hand on his thigh and giggled. The men talked about all sorts of things as I sat their quietly holding Grampa's thigh. Until Uncle Tony turned to me. "So Sky honey, how did you meet you and my brother meet?" I went on to tell how I had been living with my mommy who didn't really want me in Toledo and that she decided to send me to my dad here in New York. The men were very polite and listened closely to my story. When I got to the part where Michael and I met I looked to him for approval to tell the whole story. Michael smiled sweetly and nodded his head. I went on to tell all the details of how we had had sex in the plane bathroom and finished my story of how we met again on the beach. Once my story was finished Michael spoke up, "What the little slut didn't tell you was when I went to fuck her on the plane she already had a load in her hot little pussy." All three men laughed and suddenly I didn't feel so pretty. I thought they were laughing at me. My head sunk and my hand withdrew from Grandpa's thigh. Michael noticed. "Sky, if you are going to be a slut and let men fuck you like one you have got to expect them to talk about you. In fact, as a good slut you want them to talk about you. You know that Daddy Michael was really turned on by that load being in your sweet little ass. It made the sex that much better for daddy. You want to make me happy don't you?" I sat for just a moment taking in his words. Uncle Tony put his arm around me and hugged me to him. I looked up at his handsome face. He had a big smile looking down on me. Then I looked at Michael. "Yes, I want to make you happy," I said as I snuggled into Tony's chest. Just then the waiter arrived with the food. Tony gently gripped me by the chin pulling me up for a kiss. The waiter beamed as he set the food on the table and hung around just a little long after. I felt playful so I asked him, "What's your name?" "Phillip, what's yours precious?" "I'm Skylar. Do you know Daddy Michael, Unka Tony, and my grampa?" "Um... ah, no, no I don't. Nice to meet you gentlemen." "Daddy Michael give Phillip a card, he might like to hang out with us sometime. 'Sides, he's cute." The men laughed again. Michael pulled a card from his wallet and gave it to Phillip. The rest of lunch was a lot of fun. There was lots of joking around as we ate. Uncle Tony and Grampa would feel my thighs and bottom. At one point I had my hands on both of their bulges as they took turns feeding me. I felt a little bad that Michael could barely reach me, but he kept smiling and laughing so I think he was having a good time. When Michael and I went to say goodbye, both Tony and grampa gave me a big hug, picking me right off the ground. I wrapped my legs around them and would kiss them on the mouth. I could feel their hands working up the leg of my undies squeezing my bottom then pressing a finger into my boyhole. They were both really good kissers. Phillip was near the door, so I waved him over and gave him a kiss goodbye and thanked him for the lovely lunch. Moments later Michael and I were walking down the street hand in hand again. Michael took me to see the Sears building. That was really exiting and a little scary to be that high up. By the time we were on the street again it was getting close to 5 o'clock. "Baby, I have one more place I want to take you, okay? "Can we stop and go peepee someplace first?" I asked. "Can you hold it about 10 minutes, honey? We aren't that far." I looked up at him with big pouty eyes, bit my lip, and nodded my head. We made our way through the streets and into another mall. We hurried along the halls and sales floor until we came to a men's room inside one of the big stores. "Okay baby, in here." We went into the restroom. There was a man at the sink, and a man at the urinal. We went to the end of the row of stalls and into the very last one. Once inside, I hurriedly pushed my panties down, but then I felt Michael grab my shirt. I turned looking up at him. He put his finger over his mouth letting me know not to say anything. He pulled off both my shirts then pulled off my skirt, and undies. I quickly plopped onto the toilet. Pee irrupted from my little peepee. Michael slipped off my shoes and sock then placed all of my things on the baby-changing table in the stall. Here I was in a public men's room completely naked and peeing like I hadn't in a week as I sat on the toilet. Michael stepped in front of me pulling his cock out of his pants. "You thirsty baby?" I smiled at him just before taking the head of his cock in my mouth. He very carefully released his bladder. His piss was a little strong, but tasted so heady and good. My mouth filled quickly and I would gulp it down. It filled again and I gulped more. I had finished peeing. My little peepee was now standing at attention between my hands as I balanced myself on the toilet seat with my hands between my legs. Michael mussed my hair and caressed my cheeks as he fed me his huge load of man juice. "Close your eyes baby," Michael whispered. As I did I felt Michael pull his cock from my lips. His piss sprayed my face, hair, neck and chest. As I felt it move to my chest I opened my eyes again with a look on my face to express, 'hey what's the deal." Michael stood over me with a big evil grin. I saw him move the stream back to my face so I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. He shot the last of it into my mouth. I was completely soaked. It was all over me from crotch to head. After the last dribble came out he tapped the head of his cock on my tongue. Michael pointed to the stall wall and mouthed, 'look!' There in the partition was a hole just below my eye level about the size of a baseball that looked right into the next stall and peering through the hole was an eye. I was a little shocked and surprised because I hadn't noticed it before and because who ever that was just seen me take Michael's piss load as I sat here completely naked. But I couldn't help my natural curiosity. I looked through the hole trying to see if the guy had his cock out. I leaned closer to the hole. The man in the other stall pulled away, but then I saw him stand up. His cock was poking out of his pants. It looked to be about 6 inches long with a huge mushroom head on it. Slowly it came through the hole. I looked up at Michael. He just nodded. I turned back to the strangers cock, opened my mouth and took it in. The head was completely dry. I licked at it trying to get my spit all over the head so it would slide further in my mouth. Michael's hand went to the back of my head. He pressed me forward until my mouth and nose were pressed into the hole. The man on the other side started to slide his cock in and out between my lips. Michael leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Yea baby, take that cock. You are such a good little slut sucking off this strange man, who has probably had a really hard day at work. Suck it good for him Sky baby. Let him fuck that sweet little mouth. You want his load baby? Do ya?" I moaned a definite yes. The man seemed to really be enjoying my mouth. He was fucking it pretty good. The top of his scrotum would press against my lips as he would press himself as far down my throat as he could. I pressed my tongue up against the shaft and would suck in hard. He fucked my mouth kind of slowly really savoring it for a few minutes. Then he picked up the pace. Michael was still holding onto the back of my head pressing me against the hole. "Take that dick baby. Make him feel good. He loves your mouth, baby. Look how hard he is. He is going to give my little girl a big load." The stranger was fucking the partition and mouth hard and fast now. His cock had gotten like a curved steel pipe covered in skin and the head swelled to what seemed like twice the original size. Each time the head exited my throat I could feel it scrape the sides. I felt the underside of his cock throb as he plunged it all the way down my throat. "Don't swallow his load before you show it to daddy, okay?" The stranger let his cock spit three big shots of cum right into my stomach before he pulled back to let me taste his load. He was a huge cummer, shooting 6 spurts into my mouth then finally pulling out of my mouth coating my nose, lips, tongue, and chin with his last 4 blasts of his seed. Michael released my head. I backed away from the partition. "Open up baby, show daddy what you got," Michael whispered. I opened wide for him. My mouth was full of the stranger's spunk. The flavor was so enticing. My little peepee was completely hard. "Good girl, go ahead and swallow baby." The feeling of the thick sperm as it slid down my throat was incredible. I licked at my lips trying to get any other splatter of the man's cum. As we sat there we heard the stall door open and close. I looked through the hole again. There I could see someone else had entered the stall. I got closer to the hole. Just then a big thick black cock came through the hole. It was gorgeous. It had a big meaty head and the shaft got thicker in the center with a slight bend down and it was the color of dark chocolate. I moved my mouth closer to the hole taking the cock into my mouth even before it was fully through the hole. I don't know if it was because Michael saw how big this cock was but he didn't hold my head to the hole this time. Instead, he just bent down to me whispering in my ear as I took the huge black tool between my lips. "Oh look baby, you got some big black cock to suck on. I bet you never had a big dark dick like that in your sweet mouth. Do you like it baby? Does daddy's little girl like that big chocolate cock?" His words fueled my intentions to take the monster dick down my throat. I breathed out of my mouth as I sunk my head closer to the partition. I forced the huge head past my tongue. The hardest part was when the center of the shaft hit the entrance of my throat. I could feel the walls of my throat being pressed open by the thick shaft. Once I got my nose to touch the partition I held my head there for a moment. As I backed off I started to cough and choke. Then a voice came over the wall, "Hey man, let me come over there." The cock was pulled from my mouth and I could see the man leaving his stall. Then I heard our stall door open. I looked up and standing next to Michael with his cock hanging out of his pants was a New York City uniformed cop. All in an instant I was both petrified and completely turned on. He looked so good in his blue pants and shirt with its patches and brass buttons, and big black belts. How did I miss that gun-belt before, or the walkie-talkie? And, oh my gosh, was he going to hall Michael off to jail and what would he do with me? "Hey Michael, is this your boy Sky that you been telling me about?" "Sure is, what do you think?" "He sure is a sweet little piece. Bitch can take my dick too. That's impressive." The officer reached down to me. "Can I get a taste of that little pussy baby?" Wide-eyed and slack jawed I just nodded my head. The officer grabbed me by the waist, turned me away from him then picked me up placing me onto the toilet seat. "Now show that sweet little ass to me baby," the officer said. I did as I was told bending over putting both hands on the wall. I felt his big rough hands part my cheeks then his fat wet tongue touched my pucker sending shockwaves through my body. My body shook as his long tongue probed my boyhole. "Mmmm hmmm, that sure is a sweet hole babyboy. You ready for big daddy?" I looked over my shoulder, I imagine looking something like a begging puppy as I caught his gaze letting him know how I needed to feel him inside me. He took a wide stance behind me. I felt the warmth of his fleshy cockhead press between my cheeks. He nudged it in. I gasped for air as I felt myself open to him. He pushed in, slow. My head swaying side to side and bobbed between my shoulders as his big black man cock filled me. "Come on little Sky, just a little more baby," he encouraged me. My breaths short and rapid as he pressed himself forward until finally I felt his hips come in contact with the cheeks of my bottom. He stopped. He let me rest and try to relax around his mass. Then his hands came to my hips. The cop ground his cock into my well-stretched hole. Every motion was pain and ecstasy. "Relax baby, big daddy is gunna make this feel real good." He pulled himself out just a little then shoved it right back in causing me to gasp. Again he ground his cock into me. I was feeling so full I could swear I could taste my lunch again. I could feel every millimeter of his cock as he pulled back again this time taking about half of his cock out. "Ready baby?" I let my head bob between my shoulders. Taking no other signal he plunged the full length of his cock deep into my guts again. I heard a whimper not at first realizing that it had come from me. It seemed that all my concentration was on my over stretched hole. Michael stepped beside me. I felt his hand draw my chin up as he gazed into my eyes. The cop thrust into me again. Tears welled in my eyes. "Are you okay baby?" Michael asked with concern. A breathy, "Yeah," escaped my lips. This made Michael smile. "Okay honey, relax and enjoy it because Will is going to fuck you hard baby. He loves sweet young white boypussy and he is going to fucking tear your little cunt up." I nodded in response. Michael looked over to the cop and gave him a nod. He responded by starting to pound my hole. Long deliberate thrusts. My breaths were pushed in and out of my body by the cop's massive cock. For several minutes he fucked me like this. I could feel the walls of my hole being pulled. Michael had his cock out and was jacking as he watched the officer assaulting my boyhole. With his free hand he played with my nipples. As excited as I was they were like tiny erasers on tiny suction cups against my chest. Michael would take the bead of nipple between his fingers, rolling it between them. * Smack! * The officer slapped the side of my bottom. "Yeah baby, take that big daddy cock. Looks like she likes her titties played with too! HoooWeeeh! You got a sweet little pussy, big daddy is gunna fuck you good!" * Smack! * Then he grabbed my hips even tighter punching his cock into my little boyhole fast and hard. The sensation was overwhelming. I started to cry. Cry because this man with a huge dick was abusing my hole and because I loved it so much. * Smack! * "Oh yeah babyboy, big daddy likes this hole. You like big daddy's cock fucking you? Tell big daddy you like him fucking your little cunt bitch!" Between gasps of breath and my sobs I confessed my love for his big cock and how much I loved how hard he was pounding my boycunt. "Oh yes big daddy, I love your big stud cock. Oh, it feels so good! You fuck me so good I feel like I'm going to split in two!" I heard Michael moan. His cock came poking at my face from under my arm. Without any other warning he started to shoot his load in my face. I opened my mouth trying to catch some of it. Much of it landed on my cheek, lips, and chin. "Oh yeah baby, big daddy is gunna cum. He's gunna cum right up your sweet little ass! Get ready baby, I'm going to flood your cunt!" He slammed into me, his cock completely sheathed in my boyhole. His cock jerked so hard it almost lifted me off the toilet seat as his cum blasted volleys of his seed deep into my guts. He ground his cock hard into my ass as he unloaded his balls. He fell forward a little, his hand catching the wall with my hand between. He began to kiss my head, neck and back, his breath now heavy and hot against my skin. Michael pulled my chin up once again. "Good job Sky baby." The cop pulled his cock out of me with a loud, pop. My legs felt like Jello as I got down from the toilet seat. I sat down as I reached for the officer's big fleshy softening cock. I pulled him to me taking him in my mouth, carefully cleaning his cock and then his balls. A few minutes later I was leaning against the wall licking at Michael's cum on my lips as the cop straightened himself. Michael looked at me and smiled. "Sky, I would like you to meet my friend, Officer Will. Will this is Sky." Officer Will leaned over giving me a very gentle kiss on the lips. "It is a pleasure to meet you darling." "You too, sir," I mumbled back. Will scooped up a glob of Michael's cum from my cheek with his finger then placed it in my mouth. I sucked it clean. A moment later Michael and Officer Will shook hands then Will left. "Baby, you look beat." "Uh huh." Michael helped dress me, putting me in my shorts again. We left the stall and he cleaned up my face at the sink. The paper towels were a little rough but I didn't care. As we walked out of the men's room we passed at the door an older man going in. He caught my glace with a curious look on his face. Michael and I walked into my house a little after 7 o'clock. Daddy was sitting at the kitchen table drinking beer. Michael came in setting my bags on a chair. "Here we are safe and sound," Michael announced. I slunk my way over to Daddy, dragging my feet across the floor. I tried to snuggle up against him but when I got close he grabbed me by the arms and held me away from him. He looked up at Michael then back at me. "Your supper is in the oven," he said sternly. "Thanks Daddy, but I'm not hungry. I'm just tired," I pouted. "Yes, the little guy had quiet a day." "Oh really?" asked Daddy mockingly. "Yeah, we shopped, and Michael took me for a really nice lunch with Uncle Tony, and Grampa." I paused a moment not sure how much I should tell him. "And then I met Michael's friend Officer Will." Daddy sneered at me, "Well if you are tired then you better get your ass in the shower and then to bed. What the hell have you been doing any? You smell like a gawdammed whore." I wretched myself from Daddy's grasp, grabbed my bags, and without so much as a goodbye to Michael I ran upstairs. A few minutes later I was in the shower crying as I washed the remains of Officer Will from my body. By the time I got to bed I was still hurt and sad but cried out. I snuggled my bear and in moments I was fast asleep. * Bump! * * Crash! * I awoke with a fright. My room was dark but I could see someone by the door stumbling toward me. I sat up holding my bear in front of me. "Daddy?" ****** Mo2cum! If you liked my story or have some ideas for it please write me at bluskylar@yahoo.com Want to role-play? Send me a message, daddy. It will help me write this story.