Straight Male / 48
I have the best girlfriend ever! I'm going to marry her and she is going to be the best wife ever. We've been dating for 10 months now and last week was my birthday. I turned 58 and this is what happened.
I have spent most of my life alone and single and not by choice. I've been pretty shy most of my life. I worked in a factory for thirty years then the place went out of business and I lost my job and then I got work as a cook in a restaurant. I'm overweight, got a hairy body, pretty much out of shape, not a lot of money and I got a small dick. I'm not exactly a chick magnet.
Then I met Brittney last year. I was in a park photographing birds and waiting patiently for them to approach me and my camera so I could get a good shot. Brittney was also in the park waiting patiently for me to finish before approaching me. She sat on the bench twenty feet behind me, decided she wanted to get to know me and waited two hours until I got my shot. Then she just walked up to me and started up a conversation. She is much braver than me.
Brittney was 22 at the time. She's extremely small and slender and when I first laid eyes on her approaching me I looked around to see if her mom was around. One cannot be too careful. Only the year before, a man only a little younger than me struck up a conversation with a fifteen year old girl, was caught by the girl's mom and was arrested and charged with "enticing a minor" a felony that carries a maximum sentence of 20 years in the state prison. All he did was talk to the girl and he didn't even start the conversation. The girl approached him and asked him a question, that turned into a conversation, her mom witnessed the last half of the conversation and called the police. I know these details because I served on the jury. I disagreed with the arrest and thought the charges were bogus so I had planned to vote not guilty but half way through what would have been a two day trial he made a plea deal with the prosecutor and ended up pleading guilty in exchange for a sentence of 5 years and he'd do 3 1/2 years and be on the sex offender's watch list for life.
So in light of this I was very hesitant talking to who I thought for sure was a 9 or 10 year old child. But three sentences in to the conversation she mentioned her house, Mercedes and having just graduated from nursing school. I have never seen much less met a little person who had the perfect proportions of a ten year old girl. Not being especially interested in someone young enough to be my granddaughter nor someone who had the chest of a skinny ten year old boy, I attempted to escape politely from the conversation as I packed up my gear. This seemed to encourage her to be even more aggressive and before I was done I had agreed to a first date. Now don't get me wrong. She is a gorgeous woman despite the complete lack of breasts. She had the most amazing mane of blond hair, the prettiest face I'd ever seen. It's just that being seen on a date with someone so young and looking even younger would have been frankly embarrassing. The last girl I dated was ten years ago and three years younger than me. She outweighed me by a hundred pounds, made more money than I did which she kept reminding me of and eventually she lost interest because I could not satisfy her in bed. I just was very skeptical of Brittney's sincerity and kept waiting or her to announce shed won the bet or that the date was because she lost a bet or something like that.
I went to pick her up in my old beater and she handed me the keys to her Mercedes. She was dressed in a school girl uniform with her knee length hair in pigtails. She called me "Daddy" and handed me a hundred dollar bill and said she was paying for the date since she asked me out and "the asker always pays." She insisted. So at her request I took her to McDonald's for a happy meal and then off to the movies to see a Disney flick. The date ended with her inviting me into her very nice house. I had no idea nurses got paid so well but she explained that it was an inheritance and a condition of the inheritance was she had to work as a pediatric nurse at a children's hospital for 20 years and could then retire. It seems that her grandmother was a nurse, married money (her second husband) and left it all to Britney. But it's all good since she loves working there and working with the kids. She explained that it's an advantage being the size of a child because it puts the patients at ease.
We didn't fuck that first date or in fact for the next several. It wasn't until the third date that I got to make out with her. But that's OK. When you've been out of circulation as long as I have you gratefully and humbly take whatever table scraps you can get. Only thing was I was being served prime rib and champagne, just slowly and gradually.
On the third date we made out in her living room, for hours. That's all we did.
On the 7th date, after I told her I had a tiny cock, she insisted on seeing it. Then she says, "you know the saying some girls say that size isn't everything, they lied. Size is extremely important." When she said that I figured it was all over. It's not like it was a secret. I mentioned that fact the day we met. But then she surprised me by saying that she was kind of scared of big cocks and that mine was slightly larger than she figured would be the perfect cock but then said "I'll have to figure out how to make it fit." That was a sentence I never heard nor expected to ever hear save perhaps as sarcasm.
On that night she removed my pants and kissed my cock and asked me to teach her how to give me a blow job. She did it with that little girl face of hers. It felt as though I was about to commit a serious felony, the kind that gets you killed your first week in prison. She explained that her fear of penises had kept her from every sucking cock and she told me that she thought she would have to commit a crime in order to play with a cock that was small enough she wasn't afraid of it. So I did my best not having a lot of experience getting blow jobs but I had accumulated enough experience to guide her enough that she would not leave me needing stitches. Turns out she was a natural. Her choking and gagging noises were a huge turn on especially as she smiled while doing it. I had the best cum of my life while she sucked and I played with her pigtails.
A few weeks later she got brave enough to ask me to take her virginity. She did her self up as an exaggerated stereotypical ten year old girl. She even redecorated her bedroom like one would expect a preteen to do. She was trying to turn me into one of those guys you see on the sex offender's watch list and I was starting to feel like one. I'd never dated anyone as young as her. I had my first date in my thirties and lost my own virginity in my forties to an Asian hooker in an Asian "spa." I'd saved up for six months to afford her.
It was like Brittney was taking my virginity. I felt like a teenager being seduced by my baby sister's fourth grade friend.
A few weeks after that Britney invited me to move in with her. She insists on calling me "Daddy" which kind of works when we're out together though most people assume I'm her grandfather. She always dresses up in some sort of sexy little girl costume modified to entice the most evil perverts. Pigtails are pretty much her go to hair style. I came home from work one day shortly before Christmas and in the driveway was a brand new $60k Jeep with a big red bow on top. She handed me the keys with the same excitement a ten year old might have handing her Dad a report card with all straight A's. The Christmas gift she gave me in bed that night was even better than the jeep.
It was like God was saying, "You've been good your whole life and have suffered greatly and now here's a preview of heaven and you get to have your virgin and she'll never grow up and grow old." I never even desired to do it with kids before I met Britney. And technically I still wasn't since she was 22 going on 23. It was as though I had special permission from God to turn into an evil monster and let out desires I never knew I had as long as I limited it to the one "child."
In March Brittney insisted I quit my job and pursue painting and writing. I wrote her a poem and made a card for her birthday and she liked it so much she turned one of the spare bedrooms into a studio, bought tons of art supplies and arranged with a local college for me to take art courses and eventually, if I do well academically, graduate, Imagine me going to school at my age.
So this brings me up to my birthday.
I got home from school Friday afternoon after the first week of school for the fall semester. There were several cars parked in the driveway. It was my birthday and Brittney knows that due to my shyness I'm not a fan of parties, especially parties where I would be the center of attention. This all due to some traumatic experiences I had as a young boy during my last birthday party. Yes there was more than one. On the humiliation and segregation scale of 1 to 10, it was an infinity. Suffice to say that to express the number accurately by first writing the numeral one then following it with the correct number of zeroes, well life is too short to spend all if it writing zeroes.
I felt a tinge of dread and betrayal. Britney knew how I felt about a party and especially with guests I did not know.
When I walked in the front door I was in for a shock. I heard the TV going in the living room which is a bit of a hike from the front foyer. It was loud enough to be echoing off the marble walls. It was some sort of children's show, I think on the Disney channel but I'm not sure. I followed the giggles of several little girls into the living room and found there sitting on pillows on the floor were a dozen little girls ranging from about five to about twelve years old, all wearing bathing suits all with their hair in pigtails and all laughing at something they just saw on the 72" screen. Then Brittney walked in the room pushing our kitchen cart with buckets of popcorn, soda and other goodies and then she ran to me, greeted me with a big "Happy Birthday Daddy!" threw hear arms around me, gave my ass a good squeeze and then announced that she had invited some friends over for a pajama party and hoped I wouldn't mind.
As it turns out, ever girl sitting on our living room floor was over 18. The oldest was actually 31 and she was the one I thought was around five years old. All of them are members of a the weirdest and most bizarre support group I had ever heard of. They are all dwarfs whose particular rare kind of dwarfism, like Brittney's, has left them looking like a perfectly normal and normally proportioned child AND They are all into Daddy/Daughter sexual age play, Something I have been only recently indoctrinated into by Britney AND they all have a fear of big penises. Brittney then checked to make sure I had not the usual one but two testosterone patches on my shoulder as she had requested two weeks earlier. She asked me if I kept my promise not to try to jerk off the last couple of weeks. I had. We had slept in separate bedrooms the previous two weeks at her request which he vowed I would not regret doing. She asked if I'd taken my daily dose of c****s and I had two hours before. She asked if I'd taken all my other meds and vitamins and I told her I had and she said "GOOD! then you're going to have a lot of fun tonight."
She introduced me to her twelve little friends then poled the room "WHO WANTS MY DADDY TO MALLEST THEM?!!" The room erupted in tiny voices screaming out "I DO! I DO! I DO!" They were all jumping up and down like they had been asked if they wanted the contents of a toy store to take home. Then she polled them again asking if anyone wanted to lose their virginity and the same response.
I called in sick the next day. The pajama party lasted two days and nobody went home a virgin. For two days 13 little girls called me "Daddy." None of them wore any clothes save some costumes that made them look even younger and I got the best birthday gift ever.
I also should mention she made me my favorite dish, prime rib, which isn't easy to make. I got my first birthday cake in almost fifty years, black forest with fudge frosting and it was home made. It read "Happy Birthday Daddy!" I was served a fine wine while the girls all stayed in character and drank chocolate milk. Ever watch thirteen naked little girls sit around on top of a 16 foot marble dining room table stuffing their faces with chocolate cake while dribbling chocolate milk down their naked bodies and between their naked legs? They all signed the birthday card. It was a huge poster size print out of a group photo they took at 25 megapixels, all naked with their legs spread wide holding themselves wide open with their little fingers and all were smiling into the camera all with naughty mischievous smiles. If they were really the ages they appeared to be they could have in an instant turned any sinless saint into an evil monstrous demon. You know what I'm talking about They all autographed the front with birthday greetings and on the back there were copies of 13 driver's licenses proving their ages. Ever cum from just looking at a photo without even touching yourself? I figured at 58 I was all through experiencing firsts. I was wrong.
As though that was not enough. Each girl presented me with birthday gifts. Some were joke gifts some were very expensive. The 30' fishing boat was delivered the next day.
So I've saved up a bundle not paying rent while I was working. I have saved every dollar Brittney has given me that I could hide. It's not much compared to what Brittney has. When I told her grandmother (not the one who died but the other one) that I was saving for a ring She told me that Brittney was getting impatient on that topic and was about to resort to asking me to get it over and done with. She told me that Brittney was going to give me her grandfather's gold pocket watch if I said yes. When I told her grandmother how much I had saved, she matched it and took me to Tiffany's to buy her a ring. She already had Brittney's ring size.
Brittney and I have reservations for a weekend at Disney world in two weeks. I'm going to propose right in front of Cinderella's castle. I just hope I don't get arrested for proposing to and making out with a "preteen."
I have spent most of my life alone and single and not by choice. I've been pretty shy most of my life. I worked in a factory for thirty years then the place went out of business and I lost my job and then I got work as a cook in a restaurant. I'm overweight, got a hairy body, pretty much out of shape, not a lot of money and I got a small dick. I'm not exactly a chick magnet.
Then I met Brittney last year. I was in a park photographing birds and waiting patiently for them to approach me and my camera so I could get a good shot. Brittney was also in the park waiting patiently for me to finish before approaching me. She sat on the bench twenty feet behind me, decided she wanted to get to know me and waited two hours until I got my shot. Then she just walked up to me and started up a conversation. She is much braver than me.
Brittney was 22 at the time. She's extremely small and slender and when I first laid eyes on her approaching me I looked around to see if her mom was around. One cannot be too careful. Only the year before, a man only a little younger than me struck up a conversation with a fifteen year old girl, was caught by the girl's mom and was arrested and charged with "enticing a minor" a felony that carries a maximum sentence of 20 years in the state prison. All he did was talk to the girl and he didn't even start the conversation. The girl approached him and asked him a question, that turned into a conversation, her mom witnessed the last half of the conversation and called the police. I know these details because I served on the jury. I disagreed with the arrest and thought the charges were bogus so I had planned to vote not guilty but half way through what would have been a two day trial he made a plea deal with the prosecutor and ended up pleading guilty in exchange for a sentence of 5 years and he'd do 3 1/2 years and be on the sex offender's watch list for life.
So in light of this I was very hesitant talking to who I thought for sure was a 9 or 10 year old child. But three sentences in to the conversation she mentioned her house, Mercedes and having just graduated from nursing school. I have never seen much less met a little person who had the perfect proportions of a ten year old girl. Not being especially interested in someone young enough to be my granddaughter nor someone who had the chest of a skinny ten year old boy, I attempted to escape politely from the conversation as I packed up my gear. This seemed to encourage her to be even more aggressive and before I was done I had agreed to a first date. Now don't get me wrong. She is a gorgeous woman despite the complete lack of breasts. She had the most amazing mane of blond hair, the prettiest face I'd ever seen. It's just that being seen on a date with someone so young and looking even younger would have been frankly embarrassing. The last girl I dated was ten years ago and three years younger than me. She outweighed me by a hundred pounds, made more money than I did which she kept reminding me of and eventually she lost interest because I could not satisfy her in bed. I just was very skeptical of Brittney's sincerity and kept waiting or her to announce shed won the bet or that the date was because she lost a bet or something like that.
I went to pick her up in my old beater and she handed me the keys to her Mercedes. She was dressed in a school girl uniform with her knee length hair in pigtails. She called me "Daddy" and handed me a hundred dollar bill and said she was paying for the date since she asked me out and "the asker always pays." She insisted. So at her request I took her to McDonald's for a happy meal and then off to the movies to see a Disney flick. The date ended with her inviting me into her very nice house. I had no idea nurses got paid so well but she explained that it was an inheritance and a condition of the inheritance was she had to work as a pediatric nurse at a children's hospital for 20 years and could then retire. It seems that her grandmother was a nurse, married money (her second husband) and left it all to Britney. But it's all good since she loves working there and working with the kids. She explained that it's an advantage being the size of a child because it puts the patients at ease.
We didn't fuck that first date or in fact for the next several. It wasn't until the third date that I got to make out with her. But that's OK. When you've been out of circulation as long as I have you gratefully and humbly take whatever table scraps you can get. Only thing was I was being served prime rib and champagne, just slowly and gradually.
On the third date we made out in her living room, for hours. That's all we did.
On the 7th date, after I told her I had a tiny cock, she insisted on seeing it. Then she says, "you know the saying some girls say that size isn't everything, they lied. Size is extremely important." When she said that I figured it was all over. It's not like it was a secret. I mentioned that fact the day we met. But then she surprised me by saying that she was kind of scared of big cocks and that mine was slightly larger than she figured would be the perfect cock but then said "I'll have to figure out how to make it fit." That was a sentence I never heard nor expected to ever hear save perhaps as sarcasm.
On that night she removed my pants and kissed my cock and asked me to teach her how to give me a blow job. She did it with that little girl face of hers. It felt as though I was about to commit a serious felony, the kind that gets you killed your first week in prison. She explained that her fear of penises had kept her from every sucking cock and she told me that she thought she would have to commit a crime in order to play with a cock that was small enough she wasn't afraid of it. So I did my best not having a lot of experience getting blow jobs but I had accumulated enough experience to guide her enough that she would not leave me needing stitches. Turns out she was a natural. Her choking and gagging noises were a huge turn on especially as she smiled while doing it. I had the best cum of my life while she sucked and I played with her pigtails.
A few weeks later she got brave enough to ask me to take her virginity. She did her self up as an exaggerated stereotypical ten year old girl. She even redecorated her bedroom like one would expect a preteen to do. She was trying to turn me into one of those guys you see on the sex offender's watch list and I was starting to feel like one. I'd never dated anyone as young as her. I had my first date in my thirties and lost my own virginity in my forties to an Asian hooker in an Asian "spa." I'd saved up for six months to afford her.
It was like Brittney was taking my virginity. I felt like a teenager being seduced by my baby sister's fourth grade friend.
A few weeks after that Britney invited me to move in with her. She insists on calling me "Daddy" which kind of works when we're out together though most people assume I'm her grandfather. She always dresses up in some sort of sexy little girl costume modified to entice the most evil perverts. Pigtails are pretty much her go to hair style. I came home from work one day shortly before Christmas and in the driveway was a brand new $60k Jeep with a big red bow on top. She handed me the keys with the same excitement a ten year old might have handing her Dad a report card with all straight A's. The Christmas gift she gave me in bed that night was even better than the jeep.
It was like God was saying, "You've been good your whole life and have suffered greatly and now here's a preview of heaven and you get to have your virgin and she'll never grow up and grow old." I never even desired to do it with kids before I met Britney. And technically I still wasn't since she was 22 going on 23. It was as though I had special permission from God to turn into an evil monster and let out desires I never knew I had as long as I limited it to the one "child."
In March Brittney insisted I quit my job and pursue painting and writing. I wrote her a poem and made a card for her birthday and she liked it so much she turned one of the spare bedrooms into a studio, bought tons of art supplies and arranged with a local college for me to take art courses and eventually, if I do well academically, graduate, Imagine me going to school at my age.
So this brings me up to my birthday.
I got home from school Friday afternoon after the first week of school for the fall semester. There were several cars parked in the driveway. It was my birthday and Brittney knows that due to my shyness I'm not a fan of parties, especially parties where I would be the center of attention. This all due to some traumatic experiences I had as a young boy during my last birthday party. Yes there was more than one. On the humiliation and segregation scale of 1 to 10, it was an infinity. Suffice to say that to express the number accurately by first writing the numeral one then following it with the correct number of zeroes, well life is too short to spend all if it writing zeroes.
I felt a tinge of dread and betrayal. Britney knew how I felt about a party and especially with guests I did not know.
When I walked in the front door I was in for a shock. I heard the TV going in the living room which is a bit of a hike from the front foyer. It was loud enough to be echoing off the marble walls. It was some sort of children's show, I think on the Disney channel but I'm not sure. I followed the giggles of several little girls into the living room and found there sitting on pillows on the floor were a dozen little girls ranging from about five to about twelve years old, all wearing bathing suits all with their hair in pigtails and all laughing at something they just saw on the 72" screen. Then Brittney walked in the room pushing our kitchen cart with buckets of popcorn, soda and other goodies and then she ran to me, greeted me with a big "Happy Birthday Daddy!" threw hear arms around me, gave my ass a good squeeze and then announced that she had invited some friends over for a pajama party and hoped I wouldn't mind.
As it turns out, ever girl sitting on our living room floor was over 18. The oldest was actually 31 and she was the one I thought was around five years old. All of them are members of a the weirdest and most bizarre support group I had ever heard of. They are all dwarfs whose particular rare kind of dwarfism, like Brittney's, has left them looking like a perfectly normal and normally proportioned child AND They are all into Daddy/Daughter sexual age play, Something I have been only recently indoctrinated into by Britney AND they all have a fear of big penises. Brittney then checked to make sure I had not the usual one but two testosterone patches on my shoulder as she had requested two weeks earlier. She asked me if I kept my promise not to try to jerk off the last couple of weeks. I had. We had slept in separate bedrooms the previous two weeks at her request which he vowed I would not regret doing. She asked if I'd taken my daily dose of c****s and I had two hours before. She asked if I'd taken all my other meds and vitamins and I told her I had and she said "GOOD! then you're going to have a lot of fun tonight."
She introduced me to her twelve little friends then poled the room "WHO WANTS MY DADDY TO MALLEST THEM?!!" The room erupted in tiny voices screaming out "I DO! I DO! I DO!" They were all jumping up and down like they had been asked if they wanted the contents of a toy store to take home. Then she polled them again asking if anyone wanted to lose their virginity and the same response.
I called in sick the next day. The pajama party lasted two days and nobody went home a virgin. For two days 13 little girls called me "Daddy." None of them wore any clothes save some costumes that made them look even younger and I got the best birthday gift ever.
I also should mention she made me my favorite dish, prime rib, which isn't easy to make. I got my first birthday cake in almost fifty years, black forest with fudge frosting and it was home made. It read "Happy Birthday Daddy!" I was served a fine wine while the girls all stayed in character and drank chocolate milk. Ever watch thirteen naked little girls sit around on top of a 16 foot marble dining room table stuffing their faces with chocolate cake while dribbling chocolate milk down their naked bodies and between their naked legs? They all signed the birthday card. It was a huge poster size print out of a group photo they took at 25 megapixels, all naked with their legs spread wide holding themselves wide open with their little fingers and all were smiling into the camera all with naughty mischievous smiles. If they were really the ages they appeared to be they could have in an instant turned any sinless saint into an evil monstrous demon. You know what I'm talking about They all autographed the front with birthday greetings and on the back there were copies of 13 driver's licenses proving their ages. Ever cum from just looking at a photo without even touching yourself? I figured at 58 I was all through experiencing firsts. I was wrong.
As though that was not enough. Each girl presented me with birthday gifts. Some were joke gifts some were very expensive. The 30' fishing boat was delivered the next day.
So I've saved up a bundle not paying rent while I was working. I have saved every dollar Brittney has given me that I could hide. It's not much compared to what Brittney has. When I told her grandmother (not the one who died but the other one) that I was saving for a ring She told me that Brittney was getting impatient on that topic and was about to resort to asking me to get it over and done with. She told me that Brittney was going to give me her grandfather's gold pocket watch if I said yes. When I told her grandmother how much I had saved, she matched it and took me to Tiffany's to buy her a ring. She already had Brittney's ring size.
Brittney and I have reservations for a weekend at Disney world in two weeks. I'm going to propose right in front of Cinderella's castle. I just hope I don't get arrested for proposing to and making out with a "preteen."
