Chapter 3

“It must have been hard for you growing up without a father. I was lucky in that I had both my parents growing up. But growing up without a dad for a little girl must be very hard. And hard on your mother not having someone either. I hate that divorce has become so prevalent in today’s society,” I said.

“Yeah,” she said. We sat there together for a couple minutes in silence, my arms around her and her head on my shoulder. Finally she spoke not raising her head off my shoulder and not looking at me – I don’t think she wanted to see the reaction in my face when she asked her question.

“Tim, can I ask you something? It’s kinda of weird and if you don’t want to I’ll understand...” she started.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Would you ... could I ... Oh never mind, it’s too weird!” she said.

“What is it, Allison?” I asked.

“It’s okay. Never mind, I couldn’t ask it of you,” she said.

I sat her upright. “Look at me Allison,” I said. At first she didn’t, keeping her head down.

“I said look at me,” I repeated firmer. She looked up at me slowly and then locked eyes with me. “I am your friend, Allison, as well as your principal. You and I are going to be spending a lot of time together and if we can’t feel we can talk freely and openly with each other, then it’s going to put a strain on our relationship.

“I don’t know how you feel, but I don’t want to have to watch every word I say to you. And I don’t want you to feel you have to. So if there is something you want to ask, then ask. I want to get to know you and know what is on your mind,” I said.

“I want that too, Tim. I would like to have someone to talk to about things – beside the dorks at school. I would like to have someone older and smarter than those idiots at school who don’t know any more than I do ... and often less!” she said.

“Then what is it you wanted to ask, Allison?” I asked once more.

She took a deep breath. I could tell this was serious, so I gave her my full attention. “Okay, you know that my father left me when I was real little and I haven’t had a father growing up. Well the way you have been treating me and this cuddling thing you are doing now means a lot to me.

“Would you mind ... if I called you Daddy? Just when we are alone of course, at school you would still be Mr. Stewart, the principal. But when we are alone, in your office on Friday and whenever I come over, could I call you Daddy? It’s kind of a thing with me...” she said.

“Are you asking me to be your Daddy because you have a kind of incest fetish and want me to be Daddy so you can get aroused? Or are you wanting me to be Daddy because you need a father figure in your life?” I asked her before answering.

“I guess a little of both ... like I said, I’m a pretty mixed up kid. Mixed up and messed up,” she said looking down again.

“You aren’t messed up Allison. At least not so messed up that you can’t be fixed. And, yes, you might be a little mixed up, but so is every other teenager that has ever been your age. And the vast majority of them turned out all right. So don’t worry about that either. Plus you have the advantage of having the principal as your Sir ... and your Daddy!” I said, smiling.

“Really? You’ll be my Daddy? Oh Sir! Thank you, thank you!” she said, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me over and over.

I pushed her up off my lap, turning her around and pulling her back onto my lap. This time, though, I wanted her straddling me and facing me, her feet and heels hanging off the front and her panty-clad ass sitting down squarely on my lap.

“Allison, I have agreed to be your Daddy because I never had the opportunity to be a father or Daddy with my ex-wife. And I don’t see myself getting married and having kids anytime soon. So having you as my daughter will have to serve my needs.

But as your Daddy, I am going to be making sure you attend school the way a father should. There will be no more cutting classes, no more hooking up with boys, or any of those shenanigans that you have done in the past. Understand? If you don’tbehave and follow the rules, I will spank you as a Daddy would as well. And you’ve already gotten a taste of what my spankings are like!” I said.

“Oh yes, Daddy!” she said, squirming on my lap as she remembered.

“Now because I am your Daddy now, I will want and expect “visitation rights” – you haven’t seen your real father since the divorce, but I am not in ‘Frisco ... I will expect my little girl to come see me every weekend. If you can’t for some reason, I want you to let me know,” I said.

“Yes, Daddy. I will be a good girl for you, I promise,” she said.

“I know you will,” I said.

“Daddy, can I ask one more thing?” she said quietly.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Well, since we have been doing this, we’ve met on Fridays in your office and I’ve sucked your cock and you’ve fingered me and made me cum. You’ve watched me play with myself, and you’ve even eaten my pussy once. All of those things are marvelous and I love them. I know that in your office we don’t have a lot of time and we have to be careful.

But I’m here in your home now and we have time. Daddy would you please fuck me? Please? I want to feel that big, fat, wonderful cock in my pussy. Please Daddy fuck your new little girl? Let me show you I can be more than just a cocksucking slut. I want to be your total slut!” she said, looking at me with those big innocent eyes.

I couldn’t let such an invitation go unanswered, so I pulled her close to me. “Hold on,” I said. She wrapped her arms around me and I put my hands under her ass. I stood up, thankful for those hours I’d spent in the gym after school. As I stood up lifting her with me, she wrapped her legs around my waist helping me to hold her up. “Ready to go?” I asked.

“Yes Daddy,” she smiled beautifully and laid her head on my shoulder as I carried her to the bedroom in the reverse piggyback.

Once in the bedroom, I took her to the bed and laid her down on it. While I proceeded to get undressed, she moved to the middle of the bed and lay back on one of the pillows, her legs spread wide, inviting me to join her. As I got on the foot of the bed and crawled slowly towards her, she bit her index fingernail coyly.

I moved between her thighs and then up her young, lithe, trembling body. “I-I’m a little nervous, Daddy ... this is our first time ... having real sex,” she said.

“Well, just relax ... it’s not my first time having real sex!” I said, chuckling.

I moved up until we were face to face. I lowered my face to her kissing her deeply. Allison moaned into my mouth as my kiss relaxed her and she allowed herself to be swept up in the moment.

Allison was a pretty good kisser – probably all the practice she got in school. But from now on the only practice she would get would be from me, her new Daddy! After tasting her sweet delicious lips, I moved my kisses to her neck and worked my way down to her shoulder, following her collarbone to the notch at the base of her throat.

Allison was already squirming as my kisses moved down her neck and lined up with her chest. I had to smile internally – young girls like her were so easily to get aroused! She knew I was headed for her marvelous tits next and she couldn’t wait for me to get there!

I kissed my way slowly down her breastbone as her moans increased in both tone and volume. When I reached the valley between her luscious mounds, I moved to the right and placed my hot mouth over a very anxious and excited nipple.

“Ohhh, Daddy!” she moaned as I began licking and sucking on the tender bud. I spent several wonderful minutes licking and sucking and chewing on her stiff meaty nipples and Allison was moaning and writhing and pushing my head down on each of her tits as I feasted.

But there were other treats awaiting me, so regretfully I left her wonderful mountains and headed for her juicy peach. I kissed my way down her flat tight stomach stopping to gently tug a couple times on her sexy navel piercing with my teeth – which generated another moan from her. Then I continued southward.

Allison, I had learned in our previous meetings, kept her blonde pubes trimmed short which I appreciated. Nothing spoils the moment more than having to stop eating pussy to spit out a bothersome pubic hair!

“Allison honey, you have the prettiest little pussy!” I said as I reached her crotch. “And look, you’ve gotten it all wet and juicy for me too!”

She did have a lovely cunt, tight and neat with her lips tucked in except when she got very turned on like she was now. Then they swelled up and peeked out from under her labia. Using the index finger of both hand I spread her pussy lips open and peered inside her wet pink interior. I licked my lips at the dessert waiting for me.

“Please Daddy ... please lick me!” Allison moaned as she watched me admire her pink pussy.

Her request was totally unnecessary. I was about to dine on her whether she asked me to or not, but having her ask only made it hotter for us both. I promptly plunged my face into her crotch and my tongue found her opening like it was a guided missile. I thrust my tongue deep into her warm tunnel and it went on autopilot, seeking out every delicious drop of woman-honey it could find and scooping it up.

“OHHH GOD, DADDY!” Allison cried out as my mouth covered her. She felt my tongue wriggling around inside her like a snake on a hot plate and it drove her crazy with lust. I used my forearms to keep her legs spread and prevent her from clamping my head in her vise-like legs. She had told me the first time I ate her in my office that she had only had one other boyfriend try it but he was piss poor at it, apparently, because she lost her mind when I went down on her.

And now I was doing the same to her again. Allison lay on my bed, her lower body pinned under my weight and with my arms holding her legs apart. Her upper body was another matter as she writhed and twisted and rolled back and forth, the sensations coming from her pussy and clit causing turmoil in her brain. Allison tossed her head to and for creating a blonde tornado and she moaned and whimpered and cried out in sheer ecstasy.