Free Daddy's Girl by Poison Pixie Publishing

Volume 1
    Vanessa de Sade

    Smashwords Edition
    Copyright Poison Pixie
Publishing 2011
    Daddy’s
Girl

    After the
break-up Penny shut herself up in her apartment without respite,
sleeping through the daylight hours and pacing restlessly through
her silent rooms to pass the long, soulless nights.
    She had vowed
bitterly to give up sex, unable to bear the hurt of being betrayed
again, but after six weeks of nocturnal prowling that old urge
became insistent and she sat in the dark of her bedroom in the
small hours, surfing the net on her laptop, playing with herself
while she mentally fondled the big cocks of the hunky dudes on gay
porn sites, silently cumming three and four times a night.
    It eased the
itch, like scratching at a bite, but didn’t solve the problem, and
though looking at the gay guy’s big dicks made her pussy wet and
sticky she despised the men’s smug eyes, their immaculately
barbered moustaches and, most of all, their indifference to who she
was and what she was doing.
    Frustrated she
took to roaming the dark backstreets of the net, the pussy
parlours, the confession sites and the jerk-off bars, trying to
find the elusive ingredient that would fix her, make her whole
again. She paid out fifty dollars and joined a mutual masturbation
site, training her webcam squarely on her pussy, feverishly rubbing
at her clit for some fat redneck from god-knows-where while he
crudely jerked his stubby little cock for her in turn, breaking the
connection as soon as the first white dribble of cum spurted out of
his sausage-like dick.
    Desperate, she
had searched for someone else to partner with to finish, but it was
well after four in the morning and there seemed to be no willing
dudes available at that deserted graveyard hour. Rubbing
desperately at her engorged clit for relief she finally ventured
into alien territory, and, fearful of what she might find, she let
her cursor lead her into an alley marked Women seeking Women.
    These dark
corridors were equally deserted, but a single glowing icon in the
middle distance signalled another human presence, and, her heart
beating in her mouth, Penny took a deep breath and clicked
connect.

    2

    Cherrypie
answered straight away, warm and friendly.
    “Hi, just read
your profile. You sound great. You done this before?”
    “Not with a
chick!”
    Cherry
popped-up a smiley-face icon. “Relax, I’m not a dyke, I just like
to talk about stuff while I do this and guys are no good at that.
You OK with telling me intimate things?”
    Penny refrained
from saying that she was so horny that she would tell her her
credit card number in return for release.
    “Yes, yes, I’ll
tell you stuff,” she replied, desperate, “do we look too, or just
talk?”
    “You
naked?”
    “Just my
tee-shirt. You?” she asked, a strange excitement gripping her as
she realised that she was just about to show her hot wet cunt to
another woman.
    “Completely,
want to see?”
    “Yes.” The
surety of her own reply surprised her, in fact, truth to tell,
scared the hell out of her.
    Cherrypie’s
camera screen popped up and whirred ‘buffering’ as Penny gingerly
turned on her own cam.
    “You like?”
Cherry asked, as her picture sprang into life and Penny suddenly
saw her. She was young, maybe only fifteen, round and chubby,
sitting in her princess bed in a little girl’s pink bedroom
plastered with Robert Pattenson posters. She was naked, as
promised, with long strawberry blonde hair cut in a fringe and big
owly glasses. Her round pretty face and plump breasts were freckly
and white, her little pert nipples pink and sugary. She had tiny
hands with bitten nails, a pleasingly rounded white tummy and a
very cute little pussy covered in fine red hair that was so
translucent it showed off the slit below.
    Penny felt
disproportionately turned-on by her, on the one hand desperate to
continue this adventure, on the other horrified that she seemed to
be gratifying herself with someone so young.
    “How old