My Secret Daddy
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
8,043
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
This is a fiction story. I shouldn't need to say it, but don't try to have sex with unwilling or underage partners. If unsure, ask your local police for advice. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely accidental.
Age ten, part two
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On the way to school Tuesday morning, I stopped at Dave’s place, as usual. Standing by the back door of his house, I took the lipstick from my purse and applied it to my lips. I also lit a cigarette before I rang the doorbell. The acrid smoke from my Winston tasted and smelled bad, but made me feel oddly nice.
Dave opened it and stared at me in surprise. I took a big puff, exhaled a long stream of smoke, and said, “Hi, Daddy! I missed you so much!”
“Luci, you… you’re smoking.” He didn’t raise his voice, and I couldn’t tell if he was happy about it or not.
“Yeah, Renee taught me. Do you like it?”
“I um… you’re too young to smoke, Luci.” I inhaled another puff and slowly exhaled. “Ah, and Renee shouldn’t be smoking, either. Um…” He nervously licked his lips.
I asked, “So, I can’t smoke here? I have to put it out?” I sucked in another drag, pursed my lips together, and blew out a long thin stream of white.
He stared at my mouth and advised, “Uh… you shouldn’t smoke where other people can see you. You might get in trouble.” He held my hand. “Come to the basement with me. I let Julie smoke down there when the weather’s bad.”
He sat in an old recliner and I sat across his lap. I liked that he wrapped an arm around my back and belly, and rested his other hand on my denim-covered knee. He asked, “So, you enjoy Winstons, like Julie?”
“Kinda. I’m not sure.” I sucked in a final puff and crushed out my cig in the ashtray.
“And you’re wearing lipstick. Nice. I don’t think it’s allowed in elementary school, though? Right?”
“No. I’ll wipe it off before I go. I’m glad you like it.”
He stared at my lips and thought a moment, then asked; “Um, how many other kinds of cigarettes have you tried?”
“Well, none. Just um…” I thought a moment. “Ten of these.”
“You know if your parents or anybody at school found out, you’d get in major trouble?”
“Yeah. I’m glad you let me.”
“How about a deal? You can smoke in my basement any time, if you don’t wear pants when you stay over; just your swimsuits, dresses, skirts, shorts, your hot little miniskirt. You have such beautiful legs. I’d love if you wore sandals, too, so I can see your cute little toes.”
I blushed at the compliment. “Um, okay.”
“And would you like to try some other brands of cigarettes? I could get you a few packs.”
I hadn’t thought about how I’d get more if I kept smoking. It would be pretty hard, since my parents didn’t smoke and the minimum age to buy them was eighteen. “Yeah, please?”
I puffed and exhaled again, then he kissed my lips. It melted my heart when he hugged me tightly and said, “Anything for Daddy’s sweet and pretty Luci. I love you so much!”
Tears of joy came to my eyes as I replied, “I love you too, Daddy! More than anything!”
He kissed me again and said, “You can leave your cigarettes here, if you want, so you don’t get caught with them at school or home.”
I stood and replied, “Cool! It’s 7:40 and my first class is at eight. I better go.” I set my cigarettes and lighter on the coffee table.
Dave pulled one from the pack and handed it to me. He suggested, “I’ll drive you, so you have time for one more. Let me grab a camera quick. Don’t light it yet. I’ll be right back.” He dashed upstairs and returned only a minute later. “Okay, just hold it between your lips, while I get a few photos.” After thirty or so pictures, he handed me a lighter. “Okay. Go ahead and light up. Blow your smoke toward the bar. With the mirror on the wall, it will look like I have two beautiful smokers instead of one.” Four rolls of film and three cigarettes later, he had me eat a mint and spray on some perfume.
He stopped the car in the school parking lot, then sighed and said, “I have other shirts at home. Gotta get tissues for the car.” He wiped off my lipstick with his shirt sleeve, then rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. I was a bit nauseous and quite dizzy when we walked into math class together. He gave my teacher the excuse, “Sorry Luci is late. I gave her a ride and had a flat tire. Sorry.” He turned to me. “I’ll pick you and Renee up after school.”
Renee and I waved as he left. She said, “See ya, Uncle Dave.”
I was a bit sad that I didn’t get a goodbye kiss, but kissing would be a ridiculously terrible idea with my math teacher and the whole class watching. I imagined being old enough to smoke and kiss him in front of everybody.
On the way to his house that afternoon, he bought twelve different kinds of cigarettes. Over the next few weeks, Renee decided she liked Newports best. They were menthols, so I liked them more than regulars, but didn’t enjoy the weird aftertaste. My favorites became Misty menthol 120s. They tasted pretty good and were very long, so they lasted a long time. I also liked that Dave seemed to prefer watching us smoke long ones.
My best friend and I began vising Dave for hugs and a cigarette every morning before school, and another cig or two after. We were addicted to smoking by the second week, and I was thoroughly addicted to hugs and chats with my Secret Daddy.
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One Friday morning at school, I anticipated another fun weekend at Dave’s with Renee and Julie. Over the past year we’d increased the frequency of our stays until we were there nearly every weekend. My parents never seemed to care when I asked for permission.
That weekend would be even better than usual, since Dave was doing a photo shoot for a cigarette company in Asia. He’d get hundreds of pics with us smoking or holding cigarettes, while we wore makeup and some pretty clothes he bought us. He was going to help Julie bleach her hair blonde, too. He even told us we could share the model fee of five hundred bucks! Nearly two hundred dollars apiece!
At the end of our first class, Renee sadly said, “Dad caught Julie giving me a cigarette last night, so we’re grounded for a month. We can’t stay at Dave's or have friends visit our house. I’m gonna miss you so much! A whole month!” A tear streaked down the side of her face.
I tried to restrain my joyous smile at having Dave all to myself, but said, “Sorry. I’ll miss you, too.”
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That afternoon Dave dropped off Julie and Renee at their house, then explained, “For you to be a professional model and get paid, you have to be twelve and one of your parents needs to sign some forms. And I don’t think they’ll let you stay with me overnight unless Renee and Julie are there.”
I ventured, “They didn’t care the last ten times. I’ll be twelve in a year and a half, and Mom signs all kinds of forms for school without reading ‘em. If we don’t mention Julie and Renee, it’s not lying.”
He chuckled and said, “Hehehe! I like the way you think.”
At home, Mom was talking to Dad with her cell phone tucked into her shoulder, getting a bottle ready for one of my baby sisters, in the middle of changing the other’s diaper. After only a dozen or so words from Dave, she signed at the bottom of three documents. Then we drove to my favorite place in the world, my Secret Daddy’s house!
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On the way to school Tuesday morning, I stopped at Dave’s place, as usual. Standing by the back door of his house, I took the lipstick from my purse and applied it to my lips. I also lit a cigarette before I rang the doorbell. The acrid smoke from my Winston tasted and smelled bad, but made me feel oddly nice.
Dave opened it and stared at me in surprise. I took a big puff, exhaled a long stream of smoke, and said, “Hi, Daddy! I missed you so much!”
“Luci, you… you’re smoking.” He didn’t raise his voice, and I couldn’t tell if he was happy about it or not.
“Yeah, Renee taught me. Do you like it?”
“I um… you’re too young to smoke, Luci.” I inhaled another puff and slowly exhaled. “Ah, and Renee shouldn’t be smoking, either. Um…” He nervously licked his lips.
I asked, “So, I can’t smoke here? I have to put it out?” I sucked in another drag, pursed my lips together, and blew out a long thin stream of white.
He stared at my mouth and advised, “Uh… you shouldn’t smoke where other people can see you. You might get in trouble.” He held my hand. “Come to the basement with me. I let Julie smoke down there when the weather’s bad.”
He sat in an old recliner and I sat across his lap. I liked that he wrapped an arm around my back and belly, and rested his other hand on my denim-covered knee. He asked, “So, you enjoy Winstons, like Julie?”
“Kinda. I’m not sure.” I sucked in a final puff and crushed out my cig in the ashtray.
“And you’re wearing lipstick. Nice. I don’t think it’s allowed in elementary school, though? Right?”
“No. I’ll wipe it off before I go. I’m glad you like it.”
He stared at my lips and thought a moment, then asked; “Um, how many other kinds of cigarettes have you tried?”
“Well, none. Just um…” I thought a moment. “Ten of these.”
“You know if your parents or anybody at school found out, you’d get in major trouble?”
“Yeah. I’m glad you let me.”
“How about a deal? You can smoke in my basement any time, if you don’t wear pants when you stay over; just your swimsuits, dresses, skirts, shorts, your hot little miniskirt. You have such beautiful legs. I’d love if you wore sandals, too, so I can see your cute little toes.”
I blushed at the compliment. “Um, okay.”
“And would you like to try some other brands of cigarettes? I could get you a few packs.”
I hadn’t thought about how I’d get more if I kept smoking. It would be pretty hard, since my parents didn’t smoke and the minimum age to buy them was eighteen. “Yeah, please?”
I puffed and exhaled again, then he kissed my lips. It melted my heart when he hugged me tightly and said, “Anything for Daddy’s sweet and pretty Luci. I love you so much!”
Tears of joy came to my eyes as I replied, “I love you too, Daddy! More than anything!”
He kissed me again and said, “You can leave your cigarettes here, if you want, so you don’t get caught with them at school or home.”
I stood and replied, “Cool! It’s 7:40 and my first class is at eight. I better go.” I set my cigarettes and lighter on the coffee table.
Dave pulled one from the pack and handed it to me. He suggested, “I’ll drive you, so you have time for one more. Let me grab a camera quick. Don’t light it yet. I’ll be right back.” He dashed upstairs and returned only a minute later. “Okay, just hold it between your lips, while I get a few photos.” After thirty or so pictures, he handed me a lighter. “Okay. Go ahead and light up. Blow your smoke toward the bar. With the mirror on the wall, it will look like I have two beautiful smokers instead of one.” Four rolls of film and three cigarettes later, he had me eat a mint and spray on some perfume.
He stopped the car in the school parking lot, then sighed and said, “I have other shirts at home. Gotta get tissues for the car.” He wiped off my lipstick with his shirt sleeve, then rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. I was a bit nauseous and quite dizzy when we walked into math class together. He gave my teacher the excuse, “Sorry Luci is late. I gave her a ride and had a flat tire. Sorry.” He turned to me. “I’ll pick you and Renee up after school.”
Renee and I waved as he left. She said, “See ya, Uncle Dave.”
I was a bit sad that I didn’t get a goodbye kiss, but kissing would be a ridiculously terrible idea with my math teacher and the whole class watching. I imagined being old enough to smoke and kiss him in front of everybody.
On the way to his house that afternoon, he bought twelve different kinds of cigarettes. Over the next few weeks, Renee decided she liked Newports best. They were menthols, so I liked them more than regulars, but didn’t enjoy the weird aftertaste. My favorites became Misty menthol 120s. They tasted pretty good and were very long, so they lasted a long time. I also liked that Dave seemed to prefer watching us smoke long ones.
My best friend and I began vising Dave for hugs and a cigarette every morning before school, and another cig or two after. We were addicted to smoking by the second week, and I was thoroughly addicted to hugs and chats with my Secret Daddy.
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One Friday morning at school, I anticipated another fun weekend at Dave’s with Renee and Julie. Over the past year we’d increased the frequency of our stays until we were there nearly every weekend. My parents never seemed to care when I asked for permission.
That weekend would be even better than usual, since Dave was doing a photo shoot for a cigarette company in Asia. He’d get hundreds of pics with us smoking or holding cigarettes, while we wore makeup and some pretty clothes he bought us. He was going to help Julie bleach her hair blonde, too. He even told us we could share the model fee of five hundred bucks! Nearly two hundred dollars apiece!
At the end of our first class, Renee sadly said, “Dad caught Julie giving me a cigarette last night, so we’re grounded for a month. We can’t stay at Dave's or have friends visit our house. I’m gonna miss you so much! A whole month!” A tear streaked down the side of her face.
I tried to restrain my joyous smile at having Dave all to myself, but said, “Sorry. I’ll miss you, too.”
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That afternoon Dave dropped off Julie and Renee at their house, then explained, “For you to be a professional model and get paid, you have to be twelve and one of your parents needs to sign some forms. And I don’t think they’ll let you stay with me overnight unless Renee and Julie are there.”
I ventured, “They didn’t care the last ten times. I’ll be twelve in a year and a half, and Mom signs all kinds of forms for school without reading ‘em. If we don’t mention Julie and Renee, it’s not lying.”
He chuckled and said, “Hehehe! I like the way you think.”
At home, Mom was talking to Dad with her cell phone tucked into her shoulder, getting a bottle ready for one of my baby sisters, in the middle of changing the other’s diaper. After only a dozen or so words from Dave, she signed at the bottom of three documents. Then we drove to my favorite place in the world, my Secret Daddy’s house!
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