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Subject: {ASSM} Dirty Little Girl - [Gilglim] (caution taboo themes)
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Date: Sun, 19 Apr 2009 06:10:02 -0400
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There was once a little girl. She led a normal life, wore 
cute little dresses and played with the other kids in the 
neighborhood. Her rough and tumble way of playing left the 
hem of her skirt or dress up around her waist a lot. She was 
only five and didn't really notice, but a lot of the older 
boys and men around her noticed. Her exceptionally 
attractive ass and legs and her prominent pubic mound with a 
slit that always showed through panties made it impossible 
to ignore. When she noticed that they were looking at her 
panties, she would look at them... then look down at her 
exposed panties... then look down at the ground... but 
instead of covering up she would first adjust herself for a 
few seconds to let them get a really good look. When she 
felt that they had seen what they were looking for... then 
she would pull down her hem and go back to playing. 
Sometimes she noticed that their cocks got hard after this. 
This was especially noticeable if they were wearing sweat 
pants or jogging shorts which tented out in front of them. 
She didn't know why, but she liked making cocks hard. Cocks 
seemed to get hard around her a lot.

As time went on she started trying to make cocks hard on 
purpose, by 'accidentally' letting her panties and crotch 
show. She did this around men and boys from the 
neighborhood, but she did it at home too. She would watch TV 
while laying on her tummy, knowing that her little dress was 
up around her waist and her cute little girl panties were 
framing her ass like a ripe peach. If her father was sitting 
in the recliner behind her she would make sure to move her 
legs apart, so that he would have a clear shot of her 
crotch. She didn't need to look back to see him get hard... 
but sometimes she did just to see the tent she made in his 
pajamas. She smiled cutely at him when this happened... it 
happened a lot.

It wasn't long after she started doing this that her daddy 
was watching TV alone with her and she was showing off for 
him. He asked her to come up and sit on his lap while they 
watched TV. She did. His hard tent felt even better than it 
looked. It felt good pressed-up against the crotch of her 
panties. They both wiggled a little while they watched so 
that it would rub more. Her sister came in the room while 
they were doing this and watched TV with them. At first, 
they stopped wiggling, but then the little girl couldn't 
stand it any more and had to squirm a little. Her sister 
quit watching TV for a minute and just watched her sister 
squirming around on their dad's lap. The father had his eyes 
closed and his hands on the girl's waist and seemed to be 
pulling her down tightly on his lap. While her sister 
watched. The little girl spread her legs a little further so 
that her knees were outside of her dad's legs. This felt 
better because her crotch was now pressed firmly against her 
dad's hard cock. Finally her sister left them alone saying, 
"I'm going upstairs to play dolls."

The father said, "go ahead and take your panties off." As 
she slid her panties off, she noticed her dad positioning 
his cock so that it poked through the fly of his pajamas. 
She climbed back up on his lap and put her little pussy 
right up against the big purple throbbing head of his cock. 
She sat down on it hard. It didn't go in, but she felt it 
pressed hard against her little clitoris and she wiggled 
hard while holding onto his legs. Her sister came back in 
the room a few minutes later and watched from the doorway 
for a few minutes before going back upstairs. The little 
girl didn't know why, but doing this in front of someone 
else made it even more exciting. She had a really intense 
tingly sensation that made her buck around a bit on her 
daddy's cock and then she noticed that her daddy had 
squirted sticky stuff on her little girl pussy. She didn't 
know why, but that made her tingle even more and she gasped 
a few more times then sat still.

They didn't talk about that incident at all, but a few days 
later her daddy came into the TV room in his pajamas and she 
knew just what to do. She stripped out of her panties and 
hopped on his lap and made a game of seeing how fast she 
could make him squirt. She would get tingly two or three 
times before he squirted. The tingly feeling was better than 
candy. She began looking for any opportunity to get daddy's 
thing hard so that she could make it squirt. One time, when 
they were completely alone in the house her dad told her to 
kneel down in front of his chair and kiss his big pulsing 
thing. She kissed it, then licked it, then sucked on it. She 
spent a long time sucking and licking it. Then she had a 
really good idea. She put her little girl hand around his 
hard shaft and pumped it a little while she sucked and 
licked. A few minutes later, he shot sticky stuff into her 
mouth and she got all tingly 'down there' without even 
touching herself. She pinched her legs together and squirmed 
to make the tingly feeling last as long as possible while 
she sucked and gulped the sticky stuff out of daddy's cock.

Soon she was rubbing and sucking daddy whenever possible. He 
never asked for it, she just did it because she knew that 
they both liked it. Her mommy was a nurse and daddy would 
let her ride along in the car when he dropped mommy off at 
work. As soon as she was out of the car, he would unzip his 
pants and let her suck on his thing all the way home. He 
usually squirted in her mouth just a few blocks away from 
home. He would put one hand in her panties and rub his 
middle finger against her slit while she did this. That made 
her tingly a lot. She would get tingly so many times doing 
that, that she would whimper and pull his hand out of her 
panties. After they were done, he would always say, "I love 
you little girl." This made her feel wonderful. For a while, 
in her little girl way, she imagined that she would someday 
be married to her daddy.

As the years passed this activity would increase or decrease 
in spurts. Sometimes they wouldn't do this at all for a 
whole month. Sometimes they would to it every single day for 
a week. One weekend her mom visited relatives out of town 
and her sister was away at camp and they licked and sucked 
and fingered and pumped and rubbed all weekend long. They 
were even doing it when they heard the car pull up. Daddy 
ran to the bathroom and the little girl acted like she was 
playing with paper dolls so nobody would notice.

Outside of the house, the little girl was getting better and 
better at making older boys and men get hard whenever she 
wanted. One time she was waiting for the bus on the corner a 
block from her house, when a man pulled up in a car at the 
stop sign. She decided to make him hard, so she showed him 
her panties and made sure he got a good look. He called over 
to her and said, "Do you like candy little girl." She 
nodded. "If you tug on this for a little bit I'll give you 
$5 so you can buy a lot of candy. She nodded again and 
tugged on his hard thing until he squirted. Then he gave her 
$5 and drove away. That made her feel really dirty and a bit 
dangerous. She loved that feeling.

Another time she was pushing her bike home with a flat tire 
and the old man across the street called to her and offered 
to fix it for her. She pushed the bike into his garage and 
while he explained how to remove the tire and patch the tube 
she showed off a bit... it was just a habit for her now... a 
part of her personality. He paused for a moment and she did 
what she always did, and gave him a good long look before 
adjusting her clothing. He then went on explaining, but he 
put his hands on her while he explained. And before the tire 
was repaired and pumped back up, he had fingered her to 
three orgasms and she had sucked him off. She thanked him 
for fixing her bike and rode home. Over that summer, if she 
ever needed that tingly feeling and daddy wasn't around, she 
would slip over to old-man Scruthers' house for a quick 
fingering and cock sucking.

When she was in Junior High, she started teaching boys her 
age how to cum and make her tingly. She especially liked 
boys that had tree-houses or 'forts'. She could play with 
them up there for hours and sometimes she would play with 
two or three boys at a time. She started fucking them. Her 
daddy and the men that she had been with never did that to 
her. It felt really good and she started getting really wet 
down there when she did that. She had to show the boys how 
to do everything so it wasn't as fun as playing with dad, 
who made her tingly at least 5 times every time they played. 
But sometimes they would have dirty magazines in their 
tree-house and it was really fun to look at the magazines 
and do everything that she was looking at in the pictures. 
The boys liked it too, but they sometimes called her names 
like slut and whore and tramp. She learned to really like 
being called those names. It made her wet when someone 
called her that.

Because of her early experiences and her heightened 
sensitivity to interpersonal relations, body language and 
innuendo she was a very smart little girl. She did very well 
in school and she found it easy to make friends with boys 
and girls alike. Even though she had a bit of an 'odd' 
reputation, she was well liked and highly regarded in the 
school. Teachers, adults and other kids simply didn't 
believe the rumors unless they had played with her... and 
then they couldn't help but like her. She was a smart and 
well liked girl, who really liked showing-off and sucking 
and fucking.

The little girl grew up and sometime before her Junior year 
she recognized that playing with her daddy and the old man 
across the street was really not something that could go on 
forever without some serious consequences, so she stopped 
doing it. Her father seemed to come to the same conclusion 
at around the same time. They never discussed it, and he 
still looked at her lustily on occasion and she would even 
show off for him sometimes, but they didn't touch any more. 
She even quit fucking and sucking boys her age, recognizing 
that her reputation would soon be really impinged by the 
words that were already used for her on occasion... people 
would start believing the true stories about her.

She still loved showing off her body and when she tried out 
for cheer leading, she got called into the coach's office. 
He had her sit down in front of him and stood with a 
clip-board looking down at her. She had seen that look many 
times before and knew exactly what that authoritative look 
meant. She slipped out of the chair and onto her knees, 
unzipped his trousers, pulled his cock out and started 
sucking on it. He sat back on his desk just before he 
shot-off in her mouth.

Then he said, with an obvious expression of surprise, "I was 
just calling you in here to tell you that you made the 
squad. I didn't expect all of that."

She smiled up at him and said, "But you liked it, didn't you?"

"Yes, very much."

"Good. Thanks, coach. I'll see you at practice."

She left him with his dick hanging out of his trousers and 
ran off to tell her girlfriends that she had made the team. 
She sucked and fucked coach through the rest of high school. 
The coach and her boyfriend were the only ones that she had 
sex with those last two years.

She had a normal, albeit promiscuous college life and 
graduated with a high GPA. She immediately entered law 
school. Throughout this time she had a relatively normal sex 
life, punctuated with a few risky affairs. For example, she 
had a very dirty Daddy Dom / little girl relationship with 
the married managing partner at the law firm that she 
clerked at during law school. She loved the way he treated 
her and they way he would tell his secretary to "Hold my 
calls, we are going to be going over some briefs for the 
next hour and I don't want to be disturbed for any reason." 
She would sit down on his hard cock, close her eyes and fuck 
him on the couch in his office, just like she had always 
imagined doing to her daddy. She would leave his office with 
that freshly fucked look an hour later and nobody said a 
word about it.

She joined that firm after law school and even though the 
affair had ended quietly before she passed the Bar, she 
'made partner' in just a few years and was a successful 
attorney by the time she turned 30.

Around this time she was home visiting her family for 
Thanksgiving, when she looked through the kitchen window and 
saw old-man Scruthers sitting on his porch with a cane 
propped against the wall next to him. He was just reading a 
book in the autumn sun. She excused herself from her 
conversation with her mother and walked across the street to 
say hello. He noticed her as she approached his porch and 
had a look of concern on his face as if to say, "I hope she 
isn't coming over here to yell at me for molesting her as a 
girl." Instead in a timid old-man voice he said, "Do you 
remember me, young lady."

She recognized his fear and said in a friendly reassuring 
voice, "Of course I do, I have many fond memories of 
visiting with you."

They sat on the porch for a few minutes and talked about the 
weather and changing colors in the trees and after a brief 
pause he said, "I just brewed a pot of coffee, can I pour 
you a cup?"

"That would be lovely", she said as he got up and worked his 
way toward the front door. Inside he poured them both a cup 
and they sat at his kitchen table.

There was another pause in the conversation. And then the 
old man, cast his gaze at the floor and quietly said, "Do 
you remember what we used to do in here?"

She smiled sweetly at him and nodded. He started to mumble 
something like, "I'm sorry about all that... I know it 
wasn't right, but..." While he was saying this she put her 
finger to her lips saying, "shhhh" She slipped out of the 
chair and pulled her skirt-suit up around her waist and 
knelt in front of the old man and unzipped his pants. His 
cock was smaller and more wrinkled than she remembered and 
it wasn't quite as hard, but she closed her eyes, relishing 
his smell that brought back all those memories and for a 
brief moment she was a little girl again bobbing her head up 
and down in Mr. Scruthers' lap. She put a hand in her 
panties and fingered herself until she had that squishy 
tingly feeling of an orgasm. He put his gnarled hand on her 
shoulder and came a little bit in her mouth. She smiled up 
at him, swallowing.

"Thank you... sooo much, little lady." he gasped. "You are 
one of the best things that ever happened to me. I'm so glad 
you understand that I didn't mean to hurt you."

They chatted for a few more minutes before she left. She was 
glowing from that slutty little girl feeling that she hadn't 
felt with that intensity since she was a girl.

About six months later she was at work late. She was 
currently between relationships and although she was too 
busy to be lonely she knew that she was going to need sex 
soon. She was absentmindedly scrolling through craigslist 
ads when she saw the following ad:

Seeking adult survivor of sexual abuse - m4w - 40

Remember that lump in your throat when you decided to go 
back to your abuser's house to get more of the same 
treatment? The excuses you had to makeup in order to visit 
.. and the extent that you had to go to in order to hide 
the relationship and be able to continue being treated like 
his sex object. There was nothing you wouldn't do for him.

Now you are grown up and have learned to accept your 
personal history. You may have had counseling or just worked 
it out in your own way. It made you a smarter, more capable 
person. It made you more aware of yourself and others. It 
didn't leave you out of control and hyper-promiscuous... but 
it did leave you hyper-sexual. You've come to terms with it, 
but you miss that taboo feeling of absolute submission. You 
miss being treated like a sex object that can be fondled, 
fucked, humiliated, and just as suddenly being told, "You 
are such a good little girl."

I'm looking for a woman who has something like this in their 
past, but has the good sense to want and need a warm 
affectionate 'abuser'. Someone who can be detached and 
objectify you in the moment, but likes giving you plenty of 
warm aftercare.

I can help put you back in that head-space.

I am attractive, 40 yrs old, single, drug and disease free, 
clean cut, suits and ties during work days. I am in very 
good shape 5'9" 160lbs. I have been in many serious D/s 
relationships and am not 'experimenting'. I know what I 
need. I am confident and successful in the rest of my life. 
Since I am in a position of authority in my profession, I 
have flexible hours and can meet during the workday if that 
is more convenient.

You are between the ages of 20-40. (Age and race aren't 
really important to me.) You should be height-weight 
proportionate. You should feel a NEED for this. If we click, 
you aren't going to be squirrelly and skittish about it. You 
will do what I say. It will be our dirty little secret.

----------------------------------------------------

She was a bit stunned. She hadn't known what she was looking 
for before... but she knew that THIS was what she needed. 
Someone to be her daddy. Someone that understood the need to 
feel 'urgent' and that thrill of 'doing something wrong'. 
She needed to be that little girl, showing off her body 
again... making cocks hard... getting that tingling feeling 
of a little girl orgasm. She needed someone who knew the 
'flavor'... for lack of a better word... of this special 
type of desire. She sat at her desk and fingered her 
clitoris while she read and re-read the post... she was 
shocked when a few minutes later she 'squirted' in her 
panties. It was the first time she had done that and it was 
a really deep orgasm... not a tingly one.

First she padded up the dampness on her chair with a 
Kleenex... then she started typing.

"Dear Sir:

I think that you might be looking for me. I wasn't aware of 
it before, but I think I have been looking for you for a 
very, very long time..."


The End

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