Daddy's Little Girl

by Anonymous (ao3)

Chapter 1

He laughed and shook his head. The whiskey kept coming and they all needed a little bit of a laugh. Not much to laugh about then. But they could manage for man retirement. The old timers left drinking, partly in celebration, part in remembrance of those they lost. Jim could practically hear all the  old men even now. The stories that came from each one. The least they could do was raise glasses to the cops.

Harvey said something about being too drunk to even imagine crawling into bed with Betty and giving her a poke that wasn’t going to make him look like complete rubbish. Jim laughed and down another, the man’s cheeks flush with drink.

“Best sort are those ones in the middle of the night.” He whipped his mouth on the back of his hand. He looked at the younger detective sitting with him, “Don’t go looking at me like that - I got plenty left in me. I’m not dead yet.” He chuckled.

The younger officer cringes only slightly.

“You wait until that girl of yours sighs Daddy to you once and you’re cum so hard you’ll think you shot your load and your brain out the end of your pecker.” He curbed his tongue and hadn’t called her a slut as he had heard her called. He knew a couple of cops had seen her down at one of the clubs taking it up the ass by Maroni.

“Jim has had too much.” Bullock said with a cackle. He looks at the young detective and smirks. “But he’s not wrong. Betty becomes quite the harlot when she says it. Makes her cunt tight like it was when I first popped that cherry.” He licked his wolfish grin.

“Barbara called me Daddy once.” Jim mused.

He had found her up late one night when he got up to take a piss. He swore she was there in bed when he got up, but he was a little drunk and half asleep. She was in the kitchen reaching for a glass, and the way the nightgown hiked up over her ass, gave him an instant raging hard on. It reminded him of when they were first married, before she popped out the kids and had he hadn’t put on all the weight. When they could fuck anywhere and everywhere, and so he took her.

Didn’t ask. He knew he couldn’t wake the rest of the house so slipping his hand around her, covering her mouth as he immediately pulled her panties aside plunging his fingers into her tight cunt. She was bone dry, but not for long he thought. His thick finger pumped her the way she used to like. Jim’s face buried in her flaming red mane, which seemed longer than usual. As he hissed in her ear. “You fucking cocktease…so fucking tight, you been holding out on me.” His face was buried in her neck. Her perfume was one he didn’t know, flowery, guessing she borrowed a spritz from their daughter.

She played into the surprise. Struggling against him, her ass rubbing against his cock only intensifying his arousal, he pulled out his fingers from her pussy and ripped the panties from her legs and shoved them into her pretty mouth.  Barbara’s strangely smaller frame clawed at the counter before her. His hand reached back between her legs and he rubbed her cunt hard, making her wet. Making her moan into his hand. He could feel the hot air flare from her nose. She started to get wet, silky velvety wet like a little baby oil in the palm. It had been aged since Barbara’s cunt had been as wet as a well. Her mossy muff at the top of her slit was barely a bush. Cropped short like new growth. He liked that, she was smooth like when he used to fool around with her when the first met. Her cunt smelled sweet and was so soft, delicate lips like a flower he remembered. 

He couldn’t help himself any longer so took her. Pulling his cock out of his pajamas and ramming it in her tight hole. Better yet - tried. She hadn’t felt that tight since their wedding night. Jim had to put his weight into his thrust. Placing both his hands over her mouth lacing his finger together as he thrust up into her like a fucking stray bitch on the streets. Her cunt gave him so much resistance. It felt incredibly good buried in it. The feeling made him dizzy and he had to rest his forehead against the back of her head whispering to her. “Shh…you’ll wake the kids.” He muttered. Calling them kids was a joke. Barbara was the youngest at fifteen. He had to worry about the boys trying to get into her panties. 

His hand had slipped and she let out a gasped whisper. “Please …Daddy…” as hot tears ran over his fingers as he fucked her into the counter, bruising her hips. He imagined the old wood hurt some.

“Daddy, is it?” He hissed, his cock the hardest he had ever felt it. “You're my baby girl now? Then make Daddy’s cock cum in that sweet cunt.” He had passed from drunk on alcohol to being lust bitten by her tight hole. She was so wet, that the sound of the sloshing, her juices soaking the front of his pajama bottoms.

“God help me…” she whined and whimpered.

“You want him, Jesus and the holy fucking ghost too, dirty little slut you are, Barbara Eileen Gordon. Do you kiss your children with that slutty mouth?” He grinds his cock deep into her. Jim reached his hand between her legs and diddled her. It made her move on his prick more and made her tighter if anyone could believe it. “Say it again…”

“Please Daddy…it hurts..so bad…” Her words were breathy and while they were in true distress they came off hot and sexual.

He licked his lips and pulled her hair with a jerk, turning her head to kiss her, his eyes heavy lidded with lust. Not recognizing his mistake or enjoying himself too much to care. “Daddy, wants you to cum on my cock and then you’re gonna clean it up like a good girl.” he growled as he thrust up into her, lifting her to her tiptoes. “Fucking Fuck-  your cunt is swampy as a docks.” The resistance started to give way, but she was still like a vice. “Come on Baby girl give Daddy that sweet jam…and he’ll give you his cream.” He said to her, and with that he came in her a needful thrusts into her small frame and his pleasure snapped like a rubber band. He wrapped his hand around the long red hair and pulled deep. She tightened and stiffened and she felt her body shake. He felt her cum, “That’s it say it…say my name.” Jim’s free hand spanking her ass as he continued to furiously fuck her.

“Yes…Daddy…yes…”

He grinned in some far off place and Harvey looked up with a chuckle. “You still with us Jim?”

Gordon nodded. “I gotta get going.” He said staggering to his feet. “See you boys tomorrow.” He said leaving. He made his way home and found James Jr. in bed with his Mum. Boy was a tit sucker and would always be one the way his wife coddled him.

He moved down hall to Barbara’s room with its No Boys Allowed! sign on the door. He opened it and stepped inside. That flowery smell in the air, as he dropped his trousers. His hard on was already ragging as he stumbled to the bedside. She lifted her head and he saw her rub her eyes.

“Daddy…?” The young redhead said as he sat on the end of the bed rubbing himself through his boxers. He looked as if he was going to devour her.

“You going to be my good girl?” He asked her, as he patted his lap.

She moved and climbed into his lap, feeling the hard on poking her bottom. His hand moved between her legs touching her. His other hand pulled down the neck of her tank top, the small flat titty and nub exposed.

“Yes, Daddy…I’ll be your good little…”She said before his tongue was in her throat, the taste of whiskey and salami. It would be what she would wake up to as cum dried from her holes. As she ground her ass into his cock she moaned. “bad girl…” 

He almost chuckled into her mouth, as he swore she had said Bat girl. 

Chapter 2: Cumming Down Her Chimney

The Gotham night was draped in December chill, a snow shroud enveloping the city's cobblestone streets. Yet within the precinct wall of Police Headquarters, a warmth brewed—a cocktail of camaraderie and Christmas cheer. The annual GCPD Christmas bash was a gathering steeped in tradition, a merry respite from Gotham's ceaseless tumult.

Detectives hustled into tailored suits, their wives donning their finest threads, each adorned with glittering baubles that either were paid for by payoffs from past years or cheap knock offs. The clinking of glasses and mirthful laughter echoed through the halls, the ambiance a stark contrast to the usual air of apprehension that lingered thought out most of the year in the Gothic City.

As the merriment jingled on, more than tinsel fell and the more the naughty list grew in Gotham. Inebriated the same nagging wives seemed to look better and better as the night went on. 

The Commissioner, Jim Gordon, a man revered in the darkened alleys and respected in most offices in city hall, donned the crimson suit of old St. Nick. His gruff voice, softened by holiday spirits, regaled the room with tales of Gotham's capers, his rosy cheeks betraying the jovial spirits coursing through him.

He was accompanied by one of his special elves. The redheaded girl of fifteen stood in for her mother on that night who was away with James Jr. to help her sister in Detroit a few days before the holiday. Dressed in a elf costume of green and red with a short skirt and striped tights that ran up her legs like thigh highs the nymph played into the part finding it exciting that she was invited to the adult Christmas party rather than the kiddy one. 

The Commission sat on his throne and had the wives of detective sat on his laps. The nice ones got more than a Christmas goose and the ugly ones still managed to get a hard coal in their back of the rumps as they put their fat ass against his North Pole. Barbara for her part stood aside with the Detectives who liked to touch her tinsel at the hem of her skirt while they waited listening to their drunk wives ask Santa for something more than a blender, perhaps a power tool which had a few special attachments. 

The teen had been teased with more Baby, it’s cold outside Dean Martin date rap serenades and a few of them even asked if she liked to see their candy cane. She was offered their punch and found it spike with rum, but she always made sure to stay where Daddy could see her. 

When all the gifts had been finished with she had gotten him and her a cup of punch and a piece of Christmas cake which she sat in her lap and fed him, while all the cops in the room drooled over how her sweet little bum sat in her Daddy’s lap as the Commissioner lead them in carols. 

Each time he bounced her in his lap she felt how hard he was. Stinking Drunk with a nose as red as Rudolph's and he could still pipe some cum into her cunt like he was decorating Christmas cookies. There were going to be no blue bells here later. 

He reaches between them to fix himself and he fixed her panties too as he whispered to her, his beard tickling her ear. “You gonna let Santa down that chimney tonight like a good little girl?” He chuckled. 

She felt his cock nuzzle between her ass cheeks. He had pulled it out for her just like a candy cane out of a furry stocking. She could feel herself blush, her cheeks flush. “I wrote you want I wanted for Christmas, Santa.” She says playing along. 

“Are you like Betty Bullock who wants a vibrator with three settings and asked me to try them all on her?” He slurred. “Old Harvey there can’t get it up like your Pop. Wacks off to much to Montoya who likes to have her muff licked by a carpet muncher.” He smirked. The idea of watching Montoya and Kate Kane who had stopped by for a minute that night to give her thanks the the officers gave him a stiffly. He’d like to be sandwiched between those two,even if they didn’t want to play, he’d watch and jack off until he had chafed skin. 

He looked at his daughter and smirked. “Do you like girls, baby girl?” He asked. “Do you and your little friends like to pat each others pussy?” He cock throbbed at the idea. His mind racing to getting one of the mirrors like they had in the interrogation rooms installed between his room his apartment and her bedroom. Tell her she could have a few of the girls over an watch them finger one another into their sexual prime. He could jerk off and maybe one of them would sleep walk into his room. 

Jim groaned at the thought. 

He pats her bottom and she lifts up a little, Gordon grabbing the base of his hard on and letting it stand up for her to sit that pretty little tight twat on. 

He felt her stiffen as she sat back down, his thick prick filling her hot hole. She squeezed her knees together, which only made the bitch tighter and forced him to groan again softly. He let out “Ho, Ho, Ho!” For good measures and Barbara’s blush was just seen as her being embarrassed by her Pop not that he had just filled her cunt with a big package. 

“Fuck - Daddy…-“ She lost her words as she held onto the arms of the chair. 

“Language young lady” He grinned, but hid most of it beneath the white beard. “You only say that if you’re asking Santa to fill that box of yours.” He said shifting so his cock slipped deeper. “What they all wouldn’t give to feel how tight you are..” He growled under his breath. “Stuff your stocking and cum down your chimney. That is a Merry Gotham Christmas." 

She blushed. 

Jim wrapped his arms around her and pretended to hug her as he bounced her in his lap to the music. His cock pumping her cunt making it juice and wet. Whispering things into her ear. “You don’t think they wouldn’t fuck that cunt if I wrapped you up in a box and let them have a go?” It gave him and idea.

“Lift up a bit, hun.” He said and slipped out of her hole tucking himself back in his suit. He would pat her bottom and get her up knowing full well her panties were around the tops of her thighs making it difficult to move much.

He gets up and leans over to Bullock as they pass him. “I gotta get her home. This should be wrapping up. When I get back, have the boys down outside interrogation room 3.” Bullock knew that was the own that had two way glass on both sides. 

“Sure thing. Commissioner.” He said taking a drink. 

Barbara looked up at Father Christmas as if she had just been out on the naughty list as the two waves goodbye and she tried to keep her panties from falling down around her ankles as she walked. 

An hour later Bullock had about 10 of the officers down in the hall.Couple were old time detectives, one was even Lieutenant Carter who was about to retire at the first of the year. Others were virility men just out of the academy, looking to make a difference in Gotham. Bullock leaned against the wall smoking when the door opened. Jim’s head, still dressed as Santa, popped out. 

“Ho, ho, ho! Is what I got for you boys tonight.” He said, stepping out into the hall. He reached into his pocket and handed Bullock and a couple of the old timers little blue pills. “Pop those boys, and get those home fires burning because Santa is gonna thank you for all your service tonight.” He opens the door and Harvey looks around the corner. 

There is a large present on the table. Red and Green shiny paper and two bows on top placed like the package had a pair of boobs. The box is the size for the interrogation table. It has holes in it. And on one end has a pair of legs with spiked red heels on. The legs hand off the edge. Spread wide enough for a little delivery man to slide in between to inspect. 

“Come on in, Boys.” He says as they file in. “Now sure about partaking? Feel free to enjoy the show from behind the glass.” He taps on the investigator mirror before waking over to the box and letting his hand slip between the legs and rub the pussy in the open hole. The box moaned in the sweetest sugar plum dream any of them had ever heard.

“Don’t be shy, wip it out. You like pussy? She’s wet, but warm. You like mouth?” He point to the other end where Bullock had found another hole. He reached his dirty fingers in it and found a mouth. It sucked his fingers eagerly and he moved them back and forth. A few of the cops came around the sides. “You like a good jerk off-“ on command two hands came out and rubbed the front of the men’s crotches. “If you like ass - well we’ll see as the night progresses, and how naughty she is.”

Bullock started to shove his long fat fingers deeper and gag her. Barbara thought it was like sucking Dick’s long thin cock, which she couldn’t get enough of now that Daddy had, showing her how good it could be. Every chance she got to make his wood my pop in those tight panties was exciting for her. She would tease him. “Holy hard-ons Robin!” 

She started to gag making all the men smirk at the sound. A couple of hands slipped inside and found she was wrapped in latex. An outfit in evidence from a fetish kink bust. Complete with a mask that hid her face just like when she was Batgirl. 

He could see the men were all unsure, but clearly aroused. Santa tutted before he dropped his trousers down around his shoes and grabbed hold of those legs and put his cock right in that slot. There was a moan from within as the commissioner’s cock entered the hole and the cunt. He started to pump his hips. The table shook, the fingers on the hands on the men’s crotches went stiff, strained. They needed to hold onto something. 

“Come on boys she ain’t going to get paid with you just standing there. She takes it in cream.” 

Bullock undid his belt. And pulled out his semi. “You heard Santa whip them out.” He said stuffing the mouth feeling the hum of her moans with each of Jim’s thrusts. Harvey letting his head fall back as he sank into her warm soft mouth. Her lips wrapped around his meat tight. Hungry. 

His head had a strange taste, a head cheese, probably from fucking the Misses while she was drunk in the bathroom. She had to get past it. Sucking it off to make it a hard nightstick. Daddy had an old baton made of leather said it was used in the old days. Just big enough to sit in the hand and widened at the end. It hurt when he first fucked her with it, but she got used to it. Stretched her out. He’d put it in her and make her kneel while he fucked her mouth. The end scratching the floor and if she pushed down she’d fuck herself on it. “Needy little slut.” He’d call her. 

“That's it Harvey making her sing Hallelujah.” Jim chortle as his cock hit her back wall and he felt her cunt clench at the thought of what was going to happen. His little girl was quite the little slut and he somehow liked the idea of her getting gang-banged by his boys. Maybe another time he’d being her down to the glory hole at Ace’s and let her show off her talents. Her mouth was made to be filled and it kept her form talking smart to him.

The two young rookies pulled out their cocks, her finger wrapped around them and started jerking their meat. One of the two slipping his hand thought the hole to grab her latex covered tit. He pinched her hard numb though the plastic. 

The others in the room started sporting uncomfortable hard ons, each of them taking them out one by one and stroking so they could get in on the action. The Commissioner cumming first his little girl’s cunt when he pulled out he let his hand slap her cunt. “Naughty list for you, Ho!” He chuckled as he stepped away and let one of the others take his place as Harvey unloaded in her throat. 

Barbara was full in both her cunt and her throat. She wanted more and they gave it to her. The officer in her right hand took her throat, his cock was thick and filled her mouth so that her cheeks hallowed out with little effort. Her cunt was full of something that hooked up and hit a spot Daddy liked to rub to make her cum. She was shaking with ecstasy from the sensation. 

“Come on in boys…the.more the merrier!” Her father’s voice rang out slightly muffled by the box and the moans and sucking. Her cunt so wet it sloshed from his cum and her juices. 

“Fuck Jim, she’s a wet dream.” The cock in her cunt said as he used long strokes on her until he buried himself deep and came with a groan, filling her with a second load. Which didn't take long. He was immediately replaced with another cock, this one fat and long that liked to pound hard. He moved the table, making the cock in her throat choke her. 

The room was full of detached voices - sounded like a dozen of them. Maybe more. She was at the center, as a hole was emptied another cock filled it. If a hand was left empty another prick found it. All different shapes and sizes. Some rock hard, others semi, none were limp. From time to time she'd feel someone wipe the cum from her cunt in an attempt to clean her up a bit, she was swampy after five loads. Cum dripping on their shoes as they shuffled up. Same went for her mouth. Cum dripped down blocking her nose. She had to blow out her nostrils to get air between loads. 

Jim sat back and smoked a cigarette as they descended on her like insects. He started playing traffic cop and moving those who had shot out and told them work their way back in line. He let a few more go around until she had about 10 loads in her. He walked over and opened the box. Her rag doll like body twisted in there, the latex a translucent plastic made her look like a Barbie. The mask covering her face was black and hid her features, the only dead give away if anyone paid attention was the long red hair ponytail coming out high at the top of the latex mask hood. Her lips looked bee stung - almost inflatable and cum stained.

He pulled her out and grabbed one of the paper cups that had booze in it. He told her get on her knees and put the cup under her. “Push it out sweetheart.” He told her as he let her take a cock in her mouth as she squatted over the cup. Her ass pushed out, the ass cut open for easy access. 

Jim grabbed her pony from behind and pulled her off one dick and turned her head for another. “Come on little one, show the boys how appreciative we are for their service.” He told her.

Drool, spit and cum dropped form her chin down on her smooth chest. She was in a sort of erotic delirium. She discharged the fluid from her cunt, thick cream mixing with the last of the whiskey in the cup. She flexed her cunt muscles, to push the juice out as waiting hands rubbed the slop on her tits over the latex. Her hard nipples poking though, guys twisting them hard to make her scream around their cocks and their buddies. Men laughing at the spectacle. 

Gordon lifted her up from under arm and bend down picking up the cup handing it to her. “Drink it down little girl….drink up” He said offering it to her. Barbara took the cup as the men all looked on. She wondered if any of them knew. Knew they just fucked the Commissioner’s fifteen year old daughter. Gangbanged her in fact.

She took the cup and threw it back like she had seen some of them do with drinks, the substance was so thick and warm. Her face contorted, and involuntary retch clawing its way up her throat. Her features twisted, a battle between her will and the relentless up rise in her gut. She had 6 - 7 loads of cum in her stomach, and now this? Her hands clutched for the fut of her father’s Santa’ suit. Knuckles white, as she fought to cap the rolling discomfort threatening to spill forth. 

“Don’t you dare toss your cookies girl, you’ll lap it up and then some.” He told her. He smacked her bottom. 

Each breath was a struggle, her body tensing with the effort to suppress it. Her throat convulsed. Jim pulling her back against his shoulder and rubbed her throat, like he did when she was gagging on his cock. 

“Thats a good little whore.” He took the cup from her and poured the rest in as someone stuck their fingers in her cunt and began to finger bang her hard, moving against that spot. As the room began to spin she felt her her stomach turn and her cunt clench. A little came out her nose, she snorted it and then she felt her the gush of fluid spray from her cunt, making the group erupt in cheers. 

Barbara lost her legs. She is picked up and an officer got on his back on the table, legs hanging off the table she was placed on top of him. Hard on ready for duty was pushed into her hot pussy. He started to thrust up into her until she bounced, riding his cock like he was one of those mechanical bulls. She was lunched into a series of climaxes which rippled through her, as she was pull forward and groped. One of the rookies stood over the other on the table and fed her his dick fucking her face as she stroked two more, hands pulling at her nipples, and slapping her tits as she moaned. Her red pony tail pulled for attention until she felt someone else behind her. She felt hands spreading her ass cheeks and then the wad of spit running down the crack. 

Thick fingers rubbed it into her bump hole. It clenched at the sensation - protectively but they might think it winking at her new friend, flirting when she moaned form the cock in her cunt. Moaning helplessly when the fingertips pressing against her anus, manipulating the nerves. Suddenly she felt the finger side in. Her ass opening involuntarily to backdoor access. She went to reach back, but her arms were held. It felt weird like she had to fart, before the man started to finger fuck her butthole. She was filled in every hole now, just like Daddy had said he wanted to do to her. But now it was all at once! 

Another finger and she felt as if she was going to shit herself. She moaned louder, looking wild eyed up at the officer before her, his cock bruising her throat with each thrust. She gagged letting the drool pour over her tits and the clear latex. The smeared it on her and keep at her.

"Fuck keep doing that- she likes it -" one in her cunt groaned as her cunt clenched his cock. The fingers instead slipped from her on the next movement and Babs then feels the thick head of a cock against the cradle of her ass. She heard someone spit and then felt the spat covered cock deep inside her in one brutal thrust. 

The girl screaming in searing pain as the cock in her cunt is pushed out and her ass was taken. She felt herself pulled down on the cock beneath her pushing the one in her ass out. The pain running through every nerve. Each stroke of the wide head inside her firing nerves that sent waves of pleasure through her cunt and pain through her pucker. Her nostrils flared and tears ran down the shiny black latex mask the man behind held her hips, his thrust vicious and jarring. It was too much for a moment, overwhelming, but her adrenaline crested inside and she let go cumming. Clenching her ass and cunt, the vibrations of her cries sending reverberation though her vocal cords to the cock in her mouth. All three men cumming at one. Flooding the 15 year old Commissioner’s slut daughter with loads of cum. 

Santa pulled out of her ass and slapped the shit stain cock on her tight bottom. “Have at it boys- Back door is open for you anyone wanting a piece.” 

And they did!

They used her as a sex object, gratifying themselves regardless of how she felt. The men took turns pumping their swollen instruments into what ever orifices was free to them, until they could stave of their cravings no longer before releasing their loads into the welcoming whore. She was a cum dumpster, a cum pig for the Pigs of Gotham. They bit her shoulders, her earlobes her tits. The erotica sensations were too tantalizing for her and she fell unconscious once or twice. They fucked her dead like body until someone waving a bottle of ammonia cleaning fluid under her nose until she came to before plunging their straining erection between the puffy swollen tissue of her lips. Juicy seed covered her, and all surfaces of the room. Men stripped down in the other two rooms walking in with just their dicks and wedding rings in hand. Gyrating against her until the last of them came in her. 

Jim counted fifty men some of them having 2 or 3 goes which would mean she had been filled with anywhere from 100 to 150 loads of cum. The floor was a creamy sticky mess which would need cleaning. He’d tell the janitor staff they could have her tomorrow night. Three large thick black cock were just the thing to teach her to learn how to clean up after herself.

He came in to retrieve her walking her past the hollering prisoners down to the showers at the end of the hall where they hosed off the drunks with a fire hose. He keep the pressure down and even held the nozzle at her cunt letting the water pressure push the cum out of her down the drain. He attached the douche nozzle to the hose- the one someone thought might help encourage the drug traffickers to shit their condom filled loads out their ass after a little sodomy. He shoved it in her ass, filling her up and making her push it out as she begged him for no more. 

He peeled off the mask, cum was caked on her face at the edges. Some dry and crusty but most wet. He sprayed her tits, the nipples hard as diamonds, they’d poke out her sweater tomorrow and her male teachers would be sporting hard-ons for the classes. One might ever be brazen enough to ask her to stay after class. Maybe one of the female ones too. Bend her over and ask her if someone had touched her inappropriately as they did so. Jim’s cock got hard just thinking about it. He was going to hell for this, but he was certain he’d get time served for Gotham. 

She was cold and wet. He wrapped her in a white sheet. It clung to her body like the shroud of shame, or something else - used condom. He carried her face against his chest. The prisoner - the real derelicts asked him if he liked it, if he got his rocks off with the little slut. He had. Oh he had.

She was sore all over. A solid ache ran through her. But as she sat on his laps in the back of the car, she wiggled her bottom against his cock. The Female Rookie who drove them, was told she got into the liquor, learned a bad lesson. One she won’t soon forget. He had to have her cleaned up before they got in the car. Her clothes ruined with mess from getting sick. 

“You're a good Daddy, Commissioner.” She said as he climbed out. He smiled and nodded. Licked his lips, the Rookie was as young as they came. Pretty little things too. 

“Come up, you're off duty. I’ll put her to bed and we'll have a bit of Christmas cheer.” He said. “Talk about your career-“ he said with a grin.

She did. They didn’t talk much, her mouth was full. Then her cunt. And then her ass. She even let him use the cuffs on her which is wife didn't. She liked rough and she called him Daddy. He thought about telling her to get his daughter, to have Barbara eat the cum he put in the rookie out, but he thought maybe another time. Instead he finger banged her until she shook from a violent orgasm. And when she left. Barbara crawled into bed with Daddy, her head between his legs, her mouth on his spent cock, until the alarm rang for school.