Living The Dream, Chapter One

Miles knew he stuck gold when he met Kathryn in person. They met online and had chat for months before meeting. He met her on a website for fans of incest and underage fiction. They had spoken dozens of times before meeting. Kathryn knew he was a pedophile. He knew she was, too. It was a match made in Heaven.

They didn’t have the usual first date. There was no movie or dinner, no awkward conversation. The rules had been declared ahead of time. When she greeted him, she called him Daddy. He called her Princess, which was Miles’ word. He had always imagined having a young daughter to call ‘princess’ while getting his cock sucked or fucked. They had barely begun to talk, had barely finished their first drinks in Miles’ apartment, when clothes fell to the floor and skin touched skin.

He wanted to meet her much sooner after they had first chatted but he held back to see if she was genuine or a cop trolling to bust an unwitting pedophile. When she shared her child porn photos with him he knew two things, one: she was as sick as he was, and two: she was hot and definitely legit. With her thick, curly brown locks cascading midway down her back, big brown eyes that were somehow innocent and lusty at the same time, her a-cup tits and tight bubble-butt, she was exactly what Miles thought about when he stroked his cock at night. Older, but definitely his type of woman.

Kathryn had been raised by her father; her mother had passed away during childbirth. Her father had been a good man and he raised her as best he could, taking time away from work any chance he could to be with her. She had fond memories of sleeping in her father’s bed when she was scared by a storm or a bad dream. She remembered how she felt in his arms, her small body enveloped by his strong, secure presence. As a young girl she would often make any excuse to lay with him at night.

When she was 9, their relationship changed. Her father had always been an affectionate man, kissing and caressing her until she fell asleep in peace. She had always been comfortable in his presence and she wore very little to bed. On this night, she had only worn a her favorite pink Care Bears t-shirt and matching panties. When she had fallen asleep her father was rubbing her right arm and shoulder and she was nuzzled against him, spooning her little body into him.

She awoke to something hard poking into her bottom.