Daughter turned 18

“Happy Birthday Princess Vicki,” Don exclaimed. His daughter turned 18 today -- at lease physically.
Sitting in her wheelchair, the girl with long blonde pigtails, gave her daddy a familiar grin. “Prince Daddy,” she asked with innocence in her gaze, “are we exploring the kingdom, today?”

Don nodded the way he’d done countless times. It was his little girl’s birthday, but mentally she was still far younger than her physical age. Abstract concepts, such as time and money were beyond her ability to understand. She had no concept of morals. Something was -- Right – if daddy said it was.

Dressed in a pink blouse with unicorns, her body had stopped developing many years ago. Her A-cup breasts required no bra.

Don would take her to the local Park today – for her birthday – where they’d pretend to explore mystical kingdoms. It was Vicki’s favorite game. In her manual wheelchair, Don would push his naïve child along the trail, discovering imaginary problems which he and “Princess Vicki” would solve together.

Thirty minutes later, Don and his little girl arrived at the City Park,
“Daddy,” Vicki shyly whispered, “I have to go… to the bathroom.”
“OK, honey,” he replied, pushing her chair toward the Ladies side of the Park’s bathroom building.

He moved Vicki to the open doorway. Watching her roll herself into the bathroom, only the top of her head was visible. Her small body looked even smaller in this older wheelchair.

A moment later Vicki reappeared. “Daddy, the bar isn’t working,” she explained with mild panic in her voice.
Don immediately realized the handicap assist bars in the stall were apparently loose or missing. Vicki wouldn’t be able to transfer herself from her chair onto the toilet seat. Glancing around, he saw he and his baby girl were the only ones in the park. She’d have to use the stall in the men’s bathroom.

Pushing her into the men’s bathroom, he rolled her to the handicap stall. “OK, Sweetie, use this one.” Closing the stall door, he heard his little girl transferring from her chair to the toilet.

“Vicki,” he called, “Are you OK, honey?”
“Daddy… I’m trying to…” she replied with uneasiness.

“Sorry Princess,” he apologized. “Honey, I have something for you in the car. I’ll be right back.”
Vicki didn’t reply.

Don had purchased a child’s crown and wand for his daughter’s birthday. He’d help her be the little Princess she always enjoyed being.
Five minutes later, he walked back into the bathroom building. He was certain Vicki would be finished.

While his little girl had been the only occupant when he’d walked to his car, he discovered another man had entered the stall next to hers. Don’s car was the only one in the parking lot. When had this man arrived – and from where?

Don leaned against the row of sinks, waiting. An odd noise caught his attention. He thought about calling to Vicki, but didn’t want the stranger to know he’d brought his daughter into the men’s room.
Bending toward the floor, Don glanced under the two stall doors. He saw the wheels of Vicki’s chair and the man’s shoes. But something was wrong. The man’s feet were pointing toward Vicki’s stall. He was standing close to the partition.

Don’s was momentarily confused by the unexpected sight. Then, just as quickly, he understood the situation. He heard the peculiar noise again. Stepping to Vicki’s closed stall door, he peeked between the small open doorway’s spaces. Disbelief flooded his mind.

Vicki’s sweet innocent face bobbed toward the wall between the stalls. Her naïve blue eyes looked at the mysterious fleshy shaft extending through the hole in the wall. Her lips encircled the man’s cock.

Contradictory thoughts flooded Don’s mind. He should defend his baby girl. But he saw an unmistakable look of enjoyment on her cute face.

Don pressed his eye against the stall door’s thin opening. His little girl was sucking a man’s cock – and she liked it.
“Ohhhhh, yesssssss,” the stranger moaned. “That’s wonderful, honey. Just like that. I’m close, sweetie.”

Don watched the man’s cock push into his daughter’s mouth. The way he was speaking to Vicki – had he peered through the gloryhole, seen Vicki’s tiny body sitting on the toilet – before he’d slid his cock through?

Don heard a tap on the stall’s wall. Though he knew what the tap indicated, he was certain his little girl didn’t understand. Don pressed his eye against the stall’s opening, watching for the reaction of his little Princess. What would she do, when the man….

“Noooooow,” the man moaned.
Don watched. He could see the stranger’s cock moving into his daughter’s mouth. It jerked between her tender lips. The man’s cum was shooting into his little girl’s throat.

Vicki’s head moved forward and back as she swallowed. The thick warm liquid was in her mouth – obviously the nice man intended for her to swallow it. So she did.
Don watched Vicki’s throat move. He knew his baby girl was drinking the man’s cum. He also knew his own cock… was pressing painfully hard against his jeans.

The anger Don had initially felt toward the man, had completely faded. He wasn’t angry any longer. His cock was now hard with lust and envy. This stranger had molested his precious child in a way Don had never contemplated. But Don wasn’t upset with the man. Rather, he wanted to be where the man was – he wanted to feel his baby girl’s lips on his cock.

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Vicki had obviously enjoyed sucking the stranger’s cock. She’d willingly taken his cum into her mouth, eagerly swallowed the thick goo. Maybe – Don thought – his little girl would like to suck her daddy’s cock too.

Don stepped back to the sinks. Adjusting his hard cock under his jeans, he heard the stall door open. The stranger appeared, walking toward Don.
With a friendly smile, the man explained, “I don’t know who she is, but her mouth is great. You should try her.” A moment later the man walked out of the bathroom.

Don stood looking at himself in the metal mirror. His cock had spilled precum on his palm as he’d adjusted his shaft. If he stepped into the stall, would Vicki recognize his pants? Would his little girl know – the cock sliding through the mysterious hole in the wall – was her daddy’s?

Just then another man walked into the bathroom. Don glanced toward him wondering if the two strangers had spoken to each other. Did this man, in his 60s Don judged, know about Vicki? If he did, would he – push his cock into the little girl’s mouth?

Walking to the open stall door next to Vicki’s stall, he paused. “Are you next?” the old man kindly asked.
“I… ah… no,” Don stammered, not expecting the man’s thoughtful offer to wait.

“I heard there’s a cutie on the other side,” he chuckled with grandfatherly compassion. “I heard she swallows, too.” Without hesitation, the old man stepped inside the stall, closing the door behind him.

Don’s feet moved toward Vicki’s stall door again. He hadn’t consciously thought about watching his little birthday girl do this again. But his legs seemed to have a mind of their own. His eye was once again pressed to the small opening in Vicki’s stall doorway.

He could hear Vicki humming as she sat on the toilet seat. It wasn’t a specific tune, but simply random notes. She’d made up wordless tune her entire life – the way little girls do while they play. Now, sitting on the seat with her panties pulled down, she made sweet innocent sounds, not realizing another man’s cock was about to appear.

Don watched the hole in the wall near Vicki’s face. He knew any moment an old man’s cock was going to slip through. Would Vicki suck the unfamiliar hard shaft? Had she truly enjoyed her first experience?

“Hi Honey,” the old man’s voice tenderly greeted. His fingers slid through the hole. “You’re beautiful, Sweetie.” Extending his arm through the hole, he asked, “Can I touch your lovely blouse?”
Don knew the deviant old man was looking at his little girl.

“OK,” she giggled innocently.
His hand cupped Vicki’s small tits. “So tiny, so perfect,” he moaned, massaging her breasts. “Just like my…” his voice faded as his hand slipped back through the opening.

“A nice man outside just told me,” he continued, “you do special things – with your mouth. Honey,” he asked cautiously, “will you do that for me?”
“I never did it, before today,” Vicki acknowledged. “Was it OK? Is it what he wanted?” The naïveté of her small voice made Don’s cock throb in his jeans.

“Sweetie,” the old man said with admiration, “he told me it was perfect – the absolute best.”
Don saw a broad smile cross his daughter’s face as her blue eyes twinkled with self-pride. At the same moment, the old man’s cock slid through the gloryhole.

“It’s not stiff,” Vicki said with surprise. “The other one was straight out.”
“I know honey,” the old man replied. “But if you put it in your mouth, I promise it will get – stiff. And if you want me to,” he offered the way a loving grandfather would, “I’ll give you more of that special stuff to drink.”

Vicki’s right hand touched the flaccid cock, which hung through the hole. Lifting it toward her mouth, she replied, with a sweet little-girl giggle, “OK, if you want to.”
Don watched as Vicki’s small lips encircled the soft cock. Three inches slipped between her cheeks as she moved her head. He watched the old man’s cock grow as his baby girl’s lips coated the hard shaft with glistening saliva.

“Sweeeeet girl,” the old man groaned. “Push your face toward the wall? Can you put all of me… in your mouth?”
Don heard the old man ask his daughter – to take his cock into her throat. What would it be like – Don wondered – to watch a man stand in front of Vicki, holding her head, ramming his cock into her throat?

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Vicki pulled her mouth from the hard shaft. “I don’t know. It’s big… not like that other one.”
“Just try, Sweetie,” he encouraged with a tender molesting tone. “You’re a big girl. I know you can do it.”

“I am,” Vicki announced with pride. “Today’s my birthday.” Without hesitation, her warm lips slid over the firm cock again, pushing her face toward the wall.
“Happy birthday, honey,” the old man moaned. “Keep sucking me Sweetie. I’ll shot some stuff into your mouth. It’s a birthday present… from me. So be sure to swallow it all.”

“Um Hum,” Vicki moaned, sliding her face forward.
Don watched his innocent little girl’s mouth descend lower on the shaft with each thrust. She’d taken his cock so deep, her tiny body began to jerk as she gagged.

Don noticed the old man had pulled half of his cock back through the wall.
“Deeper honey,” the man instructed. “Push your nose against the wall.”

Don instantly understood what was about to happen. He knew what the pervert intended to do to his little girl. Breathing deeply, Don watched with eager anticipation.
Vicki’s nose pressed against the wall as she sucked the hard shaft. Three inches slipped between her lips, the head bumping against her throat.

Don heard the old man’s moans. Don knew that sound. The old man was going to fill his little girl’s mouth with another load of cum.
“Close, honey… almost there,” he groaned.

Don was afraid to blink. He didn’t want to miss this special moment in his sweet child’s life.

“Ohhhhhhh,” the man groaned.
Don watched – he’d been correct. He’d known exactly how the old man was going to violate his baby girl.

Vicki’s nose had been pressed against the stall’s wall. She’d sucked the top half of his cock but forgotten about the half she couldn’t see.
Shoving the full length of his cock through the gloryhole, the man’s molesting shaft slipped into and down Vicki’s unsuspecting throat. His balls slapped against her tiny chin as they flew through the wall’s hole.

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“Baaaaaaby girl,” he called, as his cock spilled thick cum into the child’s mouth. “Haaaaappy Birthday, honey.”

Vicki’s body jerked hard, gagging as she sat on the toilet seat. She’d had no warning the man’s cock was about to gush liquid into her mouth and down her throat. Quickly swallowing, she gulped the fluid pumping between her lips.

She repeatedly slid her face toward the wall, innocently accepting the old man’s gift. A minute later, his soft cock fell from her mouth.
“Happy birthday honey,” he whispered. “I hope you get lots of nice… presents today. Maybe,” he said suggestively, “your daddy will give you one… like this. Would you like that?”

“My daddy is the best daddy,” Vicki giggled. “He’s my Prince Daddy and I’m his Little Princess.”

When the old man stepped from the stall, he smiled knowingly at Don. “Your Princess awaits… daddy.”