Little Orphan Sallie and Daddy Bill
Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Cream Pie, Voyeurism,

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Sallie loses her parents and gains a guardian. She soon decides that Daddy Bill who is not her real daddy will serve quite well as a substitute boyfriend and with none of the problems of starting a strange relationship. She thinks she will be able to control him with little difficulty but 18 year old virgins are short on experience.

The big city was a lot different in the daylight than at night. Sallie Shadow liked it better at night because she could move around everywhere and remain mostly hidden in the darkened edges away from the streetlamps at her own volition. Hardly anyone knew Sallie's last name was Shadow because she never used it unless she was caught in a situation that demanded she repeat her full name. Usually, that was in places like some silly soup kitchen or even a Police Station when she got scooped up in a net looking for bad people.

She was not certain exactly how old she was but figured she was somewhere around sixteen because she already had all those physical changes that young girls get when they pass puberty. At those times she would refer to her mother Agnes and explained how she had to stay at the factory to work overtime or she would have been with her. Strangely, they never asked her about her father. It was just as well, since she never used the same story twice when queried about her elusive parent. Sallie had never seen her father but she knew he must exist somewhere. She enjoyed making up stories about him and even describing how he had passed from this existence in some exotic way like being eaten by a tiger.

Her mom Agnes was her rock and she followed her everywhere. Well, at least she had until she had been swept away by a fast-moving bus right on Fifth Avenue. In a way, she was glad it was on Fifth Avenue and not Eighth Avenue because her mom set a lot of store in sticking to nice neighborhoods. One minute she was stretching out her hand to run across the broad street with her mom and the next instant her mom was bouncing under the heavy wheels of the huge bus. She wanted to run up and sob out how much she loved her but she instinctively knew their transient nature was frowned upon by most people who lived "normal" lives and it was best to remain an innocent bystander.

Now, she was on her own.

Sallie had gone to school for almost a full year several years back when she was much younger. That was when she had gone with her mom to live in a little shack way over in New Jersey that didn't even have a frigging bathroom. She had gotten used to just finding a place in the woods keeping her eye out for inquisitive snakes or resorting to asking her cousins to use their bathroom with her eyes down on the floor.

In all honesty, it was a lot easier using the woods.

The girl cousin was all right but the two boy cousins were a pair of devils and she had caught them playing with her undies just to embarrass her in front of the other teenagers. They were as much as insinuating that if they had access to her intimate apparel they had access to her young girl goodies. She was not amused by their "jackass" tactics and was glad when her mom decided they would make the trek back across the river because she had enough money to pay the back rent on their shitty little apartment over by the docks.

Well, now that mom was gone as well, she decided to rough it a bit because she was too young to get a job without proper identification and no wardrobe to speak of at all. The deserted pier warehouse had hardly a single glass window that wasn't broken by enthusiastic vandals a long time ago but there were a few corners that stay reasonable dry even in wet weather. The rats were a problem but it was a minor one because she knew enough not to bring in any food to her sleeping area and kept herself well bundled at night. She made friends with a couple of scrawny disdainful looking cats that were tigers in appearance. For some strange reason she was deadly afraid of black cats but was not sure exactly why that was the case since they had never done her any harm. They were like sentries on duty keeping one eye open on the scrabbling vermin around them.

Sallie had become adept at "fishing" out the coins from the steamy grates on the wide avenues that vented the subway system for the hordes of passengers rushing hither and yon in the darkened tunnels beneath the city streets. An older boy had clued her in on all the refinements of searching for minted treasure right beneath her feet. She used the thin twine from her mom's sewing kit because it was "heavy-duty" and yet light enough to get into any small space and stay hidden in her pocket for abandoned quarters. Quarters were the best for many reasons but she would go for the dimes and nickels if she was in a desperate condition and needed the cash for an egg cream or a pickle at the factory. Pennies were a waste of time because they seemed to not adhere well to her weighted bubble gum or other sticky surfaces. The only exception were the silver colored ones that came out in the 1940s and looked a little like dimes in poor light or partially hidden by debris. Several times she had tried for the half-dollar bonanzas but their frustrating weight and size made it all but impossible to either lift up the entire distance or to get through the narrow grate without losing them again and having to start all over.

Things came to a head on the night that she got arrested just for being in the vicinity of some hooligans playing with fireworks on a quiet side street. All she was doing was watching the roman candles arcing up and bouncing against the undefended fire escapes. The cop that collared her was sympathetic but when her jeans gave up a tiny knife that she had failed to mention, he had no choice but to pull her in. The very next morning, she was called into a small office because they had located her birth certificate on file down at city hall and it showed she had just passed her eighteenth birthday so she had complete control over her own destiny. If she wanted to live in an abandoned building, it was her constitutional right just so long as she was not trespassing or vandalizing the premises. There was no law against "fishing" in the steam grates on the avenues and she was not even required to go to school because she was no longer a minor. They let her go after making her take a lengthy shower and even gave her a fresh set of clothes to start her off on the right track in adulthood.

The cop that arrested her was called Dennis. He told her that he was Irish and that he was separated from his wife and four children because of "irreconcilable differences" whatever the hell that meant. He told her that she could stay at "his place" for a few nights just until she got on her feet. He seemed like a nice guy and she hesitated to ask why he got "separated" for fear it would be for something embarrassing.

His place turned out to be a fairly decent little small two-family house with the other unit completely empty. He told her that he had gotten it from his parents who bought it a long time ago when things were real cheap and easy to buy. She liked the fact it had a nice wide porch to sit out on and watch the people go up and down the steep hill in front of the house. He even had a little horseshoe pad on the side of the house right up next to a solid brick wall that was fun to play and made her very competitive to beat him at his own game. He was too good for her and she lost time and again because he was not the type to let someone else win by not playing his best.

His oldest daughter Samantha came over to visit on a Sunday after church probably just to check up on him for his ex-wife. Sallie liked Samantha right away because she was a lot prettier and really knew how to use her words to get what she wanted. On the other hand, Samantha was not at all pleased with the eighteen year old Sallie living in her daddy's place. Especially, since she was only eighteen as well.

"So, Sallie, are you banging my daddy?"

Sallie knew what she meant and turned beet red because she had been thinking that was not a bad idea ever since she had arrived at Dennis's house. She had already done almost everything she could do to encourage him to initiate some sort of interaction along those lines but he had been purposely dense in understanding.

"No, Samantha, we are just good friends. He is just helping me out until I find a place of my own."

The pretty girl looked at Sallie with a knowing look, not quite believing her answer.

"My mom says my daddy is a "bum fuck" so you won't be missing very much."

Sallie almost laughed out loud because the daughter was obviously trying to dissuade her from seducing her father. It all seemed so ridiculous that she just went back to playing horseshoes and almost jumping with joy to beat Samantha with a toss that insured her victory. She was certain that before she left, the young girl had searched her room to see if she could find any evidence of her spreading her legs for the middle-aged cop when the lights were down low and the doors were all locked.

That night she asked Dennis if there was any chance he would get back together with his wife. He laughed so loudly that she was certain he considered that possibility a highly unlikely possibility.

"My Stella is someone who never should have been married to a cop. She thinks I should forget about everything I come up against on the job and just act like normal people with no outside problems. Even when I got shot in the leg up in that bad section on the other side of the railroad tracks she acted like I was recovering from a bout with measles and told me I needed to get back to work as soon as possible. Toward the end, she acted like it would be better if I lived somewhere else so I wouldn't interfere with her other friends and she thought I was a "bad influence" on the kids because I carried a gun. I don't think there is even the slightest chance of that at all."

I got the message loud and clear and later that night resorted to a direct attack and slipped into Dennis's bed wearing only my thong. He had that off soon after and I discovered he was most certainly not a "bum fuck" as Samantha would have me believe. I wasn't a virgin because I had fooled around with some of the altar boys down at the soup kitchen when my mom was still with me. They took advantage of me being inexperienced and all but in all honesty, I was pretty much in favor with everything they showed me and they were pretty respectful all things considered.

I also found out that Dennis was particularly fond of cavity searches and he was soon stretching my pucker hole to its limits to investigate if I was hiding any weapons. We had a lot of fun doing that and it was a short step to his favorite practice of anal sex making me a willing accomplice and happy bend over girl. I finally got a job at the city hall working for some dick-head who insisted on "punctuality" and I continued to stay with Dennis keeping him out of trouble by hooking up with "bad" girls.

We thought about getting married but Dennis was a little reluctant to get a final divorce even though his former wife was such a total bitch. I think he was trying to keep some sort of relationship with his stuck-up daughters and I could understand that because I always wanted a family of my own.

I encourage him to keep up with his anal pursuits because I am fearful that if I get pregnant he might want to cut off our relationship as being too high-maintenance for a married man with four children already. Besides, I am pretty happy with everything just the way it is and have no complaints. His ex-wife may meet some guy and decide to cut the strings and then it is a whole new ball-game.

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