Story: Call Me Daddy 2 of 3  g16   
      
      
      
   (Mf, Mf, anal)   
      
   by Pan (c) 2000   
      
   Joseph Piller started having sex with his foster   
   daughter several weeks ago.  Initially he had just   
   wanted to get Alexandra out of his house.  Taking   
   care the problematic ward of the state was his   
   church-attending wife's idea, not his.  When he   
   discovered that Alex was dealing in drugs at St.   
   Bonnaventure High School, he was immediately elated   
   at the chance to turn her back into the juvenile   
   detention system, but she had begged him not to send   
   her back.  The sixteen-year girl who had nothing nice   
   to say and no fear of authority was honestly scared.   
   She was determined not to go back to juvenile, and   
   she promise that she would do ANYTHING to stay out,   
   even be the perfect daughter to Joe and Mary.  He   
   kept her to that promise, and more.   
      
   The "more" was sex.  Alex was actually a pretty girl,   
   once one got around her abrasive, punk personality.   
   She stood five foot three, and weighed a light one   
   hundred and five pounds.  She had blond hair, and   
   large green eyes that were so light they were almost   
   transparent.  She was half Latino, which touched her   
   mostly in the sharpness of her eyes and her mouth.   
   When her body was not covered with ugly punk   
   clothing, she was a shapely girl on the threshold of   
   womanhood.  Her breasts were full in a good pear   
   shape.  They were just less than a handful, perfect   
   for Joe's tastes.  Her hips shot outward from a   
   narrow waste, and a she had a small butt with plenty   
   of curves.   
      
   At first, Alex offered up her body as incentive to   
   keep her out of juvenile, but Joe knew that she   
   enjoyed it.  Joe himself was fairly handsome.  At   
   thirty-seven years old, he kept his six foot three   
   frame fit and well muscled.  His once proud main of   
   brown hair was receding a little at the hairline, and   
   much of its luster was lost, but he still wore it   
   proudly.  Women still said that his gray eyes were   
   "sensually smokey".  Joe also knew how to please a   
   woman, not that Mary took advantage of it enough, but   
   his foster daughter was a girl very much in the need   
   of pleasing.  Being young and raging of hormones, an   
   experienced older man could easily push the right   
   buttons.  In time Joe learned how to push just right   
   for Alexandra.  Now he could bring her to climax   
   almost every time.   
      
   Alex was behaving a lot more agreeably in general.   
   She no longer talked back to Joe or Mary.  She went   
   to school MOSTLY regularly, her grades went up, and   
   best of all:  no more parent-teacher conferences.   
   Part of this was due to the threat of juvenile, but   
   Joe knew it could not all be it.  First off, after he   
   made fun of her "punk" look, and how it was   
   unbecoming of a "lady", she started dressing more   
   properly.  She still wore her eyebrow ring and tongue   
   stud, but a smaller ring, and she no longer waved her   
   pierced tongue at strangers walking by.  Plus she   
   started to grow her blond hair out from its short   
   spiky form.  It was not long enough to pull back yet,   
   but she was starting to look like a girl.   
      
   Joe did not have sex with her every moment of the   
   day.  He had to get around Mrs. Piller and his   
   youngest daughter, Jane, who still lived in the   
   house.  But Mrs. Piller spent much of her time at   
   church, and Jane was sixteen years old like Alex, and   
   had her own busy life.  Time spreading Alex's legs   
   apart was not hard to find.  On many occasions Jane   
   and Mary would be both out of the house for various   
   reasons, leaving him easy access to his sexy foster   
   daughter.  He also had a small office in the back of   
   his house.  Actually it was a separate structure,   
   which he used as an office away from the house.  Some   
   nights he would sometimes go there to do extra work,   
   and, on the premise of getting her away from   
   distractions, Alex would go there too to do homework.   
      
   It was one of those nights when Alex bounced through   
   his study door full of energy.  Joe was there,   
   wearing sweat pants and an old Yale t-shirt, working   
   at his desk.   
      
   "Hey, Joe," she said grinning at him.  "Mom sent me   
   to do my Spanish homework.  Does daddy want to go   
   over my Spanish tongue?"   
      
   Her book bag was still on her back, a big anarchy   
   symbol was stitched on its outside.  Standing there   
   she wore white drawstring pants which hung on her   
   legs loosely until they reached her wider hips, where   
   they snuggly fit her soft curves.  She also wore an   
   old button sweater.  It had probably belong to each   
   of Joe's three daughters at one point, and its once   
   red color had almost faded to pink and its neckline   
   was so loose that it exposed one of her shoulders.   
   Her blond hair was growing out, and she had to push   
   it to the side to get it out of her eyes.   
      
   "Make yourself comfortable, sweetie," he said as he   
   continued to read a law book.  Books were all over   
   his desk, as he was actually preparing a difficult   
   case.   
      
   She then started closing the blinds to his small   
   office making sure they could not see the house, nor   
   the house them.   
      
   "I also brought daddy a treat, so he doesn't have to   
   work so hard."  She came over to his desk - or rather   
   slinked over, really, and placed a beer in front of   
   him.  She then sat on the desk and crossed her legs   
   with a grin, and looked at him expectantly, waiting.   
      
   "Why thank you, honey," he said as he opened the   
   beer, took a sip, and continued to read his book.   
   Out of the corner of his eye he saw her jam a hand   
   between her thighs.  Her green eyes looked around in   
   consternation.  She began to rub her inner thighs   
   uncomfortably.  He laughed to himself.  She wanted to   
   be fucked, he thought, but he decided to let her   
   simmer.   
      
   "Why don't you sit yourself on the couch and do some   
   homework.  I have an important case to prepare."   
      
   She had such a shocked look on her face that he   
   almost burst out laughing, but he controlled himself   
   just in time.   
      
   "Uh - okay..." she said.  It was routine for him to   
   have sex with her seconds after the blinds were   
   closed.  Usually he would violently bend her over his   
   desk, pull her pants or skirt down, and have a quick   
   one to start the night off.  Staring at the desk, she   
   had the most puzzled look on her face.  Joe knew she   
   was wondering why her face was not planted on that   
   desk right at that moment.  She took her book bag,   
   and sat on the couch confused.   
      
   For about an hour he continued with his work, and   
   watched Alex from the corner of his eye.  She tried   
   to do her homework, but was fidgety.  She could not   
   concentrate, and would occasionally stare at him,   
   sometimes the walls, and then back at the textbook.   
   Near the end of the hour her hand was resting between   
   her legs, right up against her crotch.  Her book was   
   opened, but she was not paying it any attention.  She   
   squirmed on the couch, and her hand was slowly   
   rubbing against her sex.   
      
   "Alex, don't do that," he said.  "That's a lewd habit   
   for a grown woman."   
      
      
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