Little Lola, Illegal Immigrant and her American Daddy

Introduction: This is a work of FICTION. Yeah, the narrator is a pedophile, creep, criminal, pervert. If you don't want to read about a sicko character, don't, but if you do read it don't complain about the subject

Little Lola, Illegal Immigrant and Her New American Daddy

After my divorce I decided that I had had it with spoiled American bitches like my wife and daughter. I wanted a docile mother/daughter pair who would be dependent on me and obey and please me. I would do my part to keep them happy, but I was sick of taking American female bitchin and moanin and all their crap. I came to the realization that I needed a live-in maid. I certainly didn't want another wife. But I wanted someone to cook and clean and I also wouldn't mind a bit of eye candy along the way, and of course, a good fucking or sucking when and how I like it.

I thought having an illegal immigrant woman and her daughter from Central America would be the perfect combo. I speak Spanish and have close connections professionally with the law enforcement-security field. I am a civilian, but my specialty is electronic monitorng devices, so I work about as closely as possible as you can with immigration and law enforcement, which gave me a good opportunity to keep my eye out for the right mother/daughter combo who might be grateful for my help.

The opportunity came with the bust of a trafficker my Border Patrol and DEA buddies had been tracking who was involved in prostitution, drugs, illegal aliens. After he was busted and his place was abandoned, I kept the place under surveillance for a few days. A few coyotes who hadn't gotten the word dropped by and each time I followed and did a stop and search, flashed my credentials, which look like a cop's for the uninitiated, and got a look at the cargo. Most were the usual campesino laborer types, but after a few days I found what I was looking for in a crowded van. I saw a beautiful woman, pretty much dirty and in rags, but no question she had something real good going for her and on top of that she had her arm around a real sweet young daughter, and no man spoiling the picture. I let the rest of the illegals go, but put mom and daughter in cuffs, stuck them in my van and took them for a little ride. They were shaking with fear, crying.

I struck up a conversation with them, saying what a shame I had to take them to jail and that they would probably get separated and spend months in jail with criminals and then get deported.This made them more panicked and desperate. They were crying and sobbing like crazy. I drove into the parking lot of the Harris County jail, a really imposing looking place. I thought they'd both piss their panties right there. I told them that this was the place I was supposed to put them. I could see that they regarded it as something like a death sentence.

But I said that I had another idea that they might be interested in. I explained that I could work out an alternative detention arrangement for them. I told them that I could detain them at my house instead of the jail. I told them if they cleaned my place and cooked for me, I would even pay them, and that with ankle bracelets they would be free even to come and go during the day. The mom started whimpering and begging for the chance to be detained at my home instead of jail or deportation. So, I said, okay, let's give it a try. If she and her daughter were good detainees and we got along nicely, I might not send them to a real jail. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.

As we drove to my place, I explained that although it was my duty to turn them in for being here illegally, that I could put electronic monitoring devices (EMDs) on their ankles, so I could keep track of them and report them to the police if they didn't come back to the house. I told them that they would have to serve a 6 month sentence of house arrest, but that with the EMDs they would be able to go out during the day as long as they stayed within a 25 mile radius of the house. During that time, if I liked them, we could live together happily in the same house and they wouldn't have to go to jail or be deported. After 6 months, depending on whether we were all happy, they could choose whether to stay or go, as long as I credited them with "good behavior" during their incarceration.

I pulled into my garage, took off their handcuffs, and let them in to their new prison. I brought them in and fitted them with EMDs that they cannot remove themselves. I had worked on some new designs that are sleeker and don't look bad on a woman's ankles. Law enforcement agencies had no interest in this, but I thought it was a good opportunity to try out something new. I put them on, and thought they looked pretty good, like a heavier than usual jewelry ankle bracelet. I explained the radius within which they were allowed to move and how they could go out during the day but had to be back in time to cook me dinner every night, spend the night at my place, and cook my breakfast in the morning.

They had no possessions. Nothing. My place must have looked like a palace to them, and like heaven compared to the jail they thought they were going to, maybe even compared to the shithole they had probably been living in back in Honduras. I actually had not only a room available for the mother, Gina, a large room in the basement that had a separate bath, but I said that Lola could stay in the upstairs bedroom just down the hall from my bedroon, that I was keeping for the alternate weekends when my own daughter would stay at the house. I showed them both rooms. Gina still was pretty shell-shocked and would have accepted anything. Her daughter, Lola, actually looked delighted when she saw what would be her room. I could see from the big smile on her face and her squeals of delight that she especially liked the girly decor that my daughter had already chosen for her room.

Gina and Lola were definitely mother and daughter. My guess is that they were only separated by about 16 years. Gina was an attractive woman with a beautiful face and dark eyes, framed by black hair. She had brown skin and a curvy figure. I could see that she had very nice breasts and a really sweet ass, but her clothes were baggy, torn, dirty and drab. Lola looked very much like her mother with the same gorgeous face and smoking eyes, and with a slim figure with breasts that were just beginning to make their presence known. Lola was more outgoing than her mother and did not seem particularly shy around me.

I gave each of them a fresh towel and a change of clothes and told them each to take a bath. When they came out looking fresh and clean I knew I had hit the jackpot. Under the dirt and grime, Gina and Lola were both hotties. I had found a simple shift of my ex-wife's for Gina. It fit her loosely. It had a scoop neck and came about six inches above her knees. I actually have a bit of a thong fetish and keep a collection of thong trophies that I particularly like. I had picked a black velvety thong for Gina which I could see outlined on the thin material of her dress when she moved. For Lola I found a tight little knit shirt of my daughter's that exposed most of her waist and a tight hip-hugging pair of low rider jeans. I also picked out a nice little thong for Lola, a silky silvery one that was visible peaking over the back waistband of my daughter's jeans. Lola beamed and clearly was thrilled at having such nice clothes.

Gina found it difficult to look me in the eye and I think she might have been a bit intimidated by my "gringo" look and my connections to "La Migra," and also scared about living in my house and, seeing Lola, maybe she worried about her daughter as well. I am a whole lot bigger than most Central American men and my size alone, not to mention my authority in Gina's eyes as someone who could have them sent to jail or deported, I'm sure was intimidating. On the less threatening side, I have blonde hair and blue eyes, which always made traveling in Latin America a lot of fun for me because I could tell that the Latin women really liked my look. I could see little Lola looking at me with the interest I had seen from other Latin American women. She wasn't being openly flirtatious, but rather innocently open in not masking her curiosity and attraction at this big, nice looking Spanish-speaking gringo. I guessed that Gina was being more reserved about it, but I was hoping there was some attraction there for her too. I certainly liked what I was seeing.

I parked Lola in front of the TV and gave Gina a tour of the house with instructions about cleaning and so on. As I led Gina around the house, I made a point of touching her lightly here and there. Nothing terribly overt, but I wanted her to know right away that I had something more in mind for her than mere cooking and cleaning, so I would touch her arm or her hip as I led her around. I got sheets and blankets and gave her a hand making up the bed for Lola's room. As we were tucking in the sheets on opposite sides of the bed I could look down the scoop neck and see Gina's gorgeous breasts swaying free. When we went down to her basement bedroom to try to set that up a bit. We made up Gina's bed. I told her to get on it and test if it was comfortable.

She lay down on the bed. I looked down at her and my eyes filled with desire. I sat down on the bed next to her. She started to sit up, but I pressed her shoulder back down. My hand moved from her shoulder and brushed her hair out of her eyes and then traced her face. I ran my finger along her high cheek bones and her lips. My finger traced her lips and then penetrated her mouth. "Suck it," I said in Spanish. Gina began sucking my finger. She looked up at me and I could see the fear in her eyes as she sucked my finger. I withdrew my hand but bent over her and kissed her lips, replacing my penetrating finger with my tongue. Her mouth was sweet, warm, senusal. My hand cupped her breast. Her body tensed. She was petrified. I moved my hand down and slipped it under her dress. I felt skin on skin. I squeezed and played with her full, meaty breasts. I pinched her nipples until I got them standing out nicely. Then, I slid my hand across her taut torso and played with the velvet of the thong. I cupped her vulva in my hand and pressed my middle finger along her slit. I worked my hand under the thong and my finger into her pussy. I fingered her in and out. At first she didn't move at all, but after awhile her body responded a bit and I got a little hip action going with a bit of swivel in there. I had a nice boner and I would have liked to fuck her, but I figured, no rush, we can take it a step at a time. "Let's go shopping and get you some clothes," I said in Spanish.

We went together to the mall where we had a quite enjoyable shopping trip, mostly because of Lola's enthusiasm for her new clothes, but also because I like shopping for women's clothes. I would have preferred to spend all the time in the Intimate Apparel department, but they looked so hot that it was a pleasure watching them try on clothes in the regular women's and juniors sections. I made each of them model every article clothing for me before purchasing it. I made sure to go for tight fitting, usually a size or two too small, whether for shirts, skirts, jeans, or shorts. I also bought them shoes, and in addition to some practical shoes bought both mom and daughter spiked heels.

Although modeling underwear wasn't an option right there in the stores, I insisted on picking out panties for both mother and daughter, and they could see that I liked skimpy mostly red and black, and I made sure they got bras that I liked--again, red and black mostly, front clasping, push up. Gina could see I was as interested in buying sexy clothes for her daughter, Lola, as I was for her. Lola loved it. Mom had no choice. I also got both mom and daughter nice silky little nighties. I got Gina a very sliky red negligee that was long but with slits up both legs that exposed her hips and went clear up to her waist as well as a deep slit in the front neckline so that her breasts would be visible and accessible. For Lola I got a pink baby doll that hugged her budding breasts and then flared into a short little skirt with a hemline that ended right at about her pussy in the front and across her cute little bottom in the back. It came with a matching pair of string bikini panties with ties on the side.

I had them wear some of their new purchases. Gina wore a tight scoop necked red shirt with a red, front-clasping push up bra. The shirt left her waist exposed. She wore skin tight satiny black capri pants that fit low on her hips with a zipper right over her butt. This left an exposed red thong. I put her in 3 1/2" spiked heels. I had Lola wear a tight little pair of white short shorts that were pretty translucent, showing a purple thonng underneath and a matching purple tiny T-shirt that left her waist even more exposed than her mother's. We also stopped at the cosmetics counter, and I splurged on lipstick, eye shadow. I watched as the sales lady tried different shades on both Gina and Lola, and in the process did a nice make up job on both mother and daughter.

With them dressed and looking so nice, and since I didn't have much at home in the way of groceries, I took them out to dinner. I wanted to get to know them a little better. We were in a booth. I sat next to little Lola and across from Gina, her mom. I kept up a good conversation with both Mom and daughter, though Lola was much more outgoing and talkative than her mother. Lola also didn't seem to mind that I would rest my hand on her thigh or put my arm around her shoulder every now and then and give her a squeeze. Gina, of course, didn't miss any of my flirtation with her daughter and I made little effort to hide it. I quite enjoyed looking at Gina, even as my hand played a bit with little Lola. With her eye make up and a blouse that showed her cleavage off very nicely, Gina was a real treat to the eye.

As I was flirting with Lola I was also talking a bit of business with Gina. I told her that I would pay her $800 per week with free room and board, as well as perks like the clothes I just bought them. In return, I expected a neat house and for Gina and/or Lola to make me breakfast and dinner when I was home. I knew they didn't have a car or a license, so we would work out grocery and other shopping with them either giving me a list or having us go shopping together. I said that I thought Lola needed to go to school. Gina seemed frightened about that, saying that she was afraid she would be arrested. So, after a bit of discussion, I agreed that I would give Lola lessons and be her teacher. I gave her thigh a nice little squeeze when Gina agreed that that would be the best arrangement for her daughter.

When we got back to the house, I had a new toy I wanted to try on Gina and Lola. As I mentioned, I am an expert in EMDs and other law enforcement technologies. We have been experimenting with electric shock devices, similar in concept to the ones that are put on dog collars as part of invisible fences or to train dogs not to bark. The public is a bit squeamish about the idea of using electic shocks to control and discipline prisoners, though I personally think it's a great idea. In any case, it hasn't developed beyond the experimental stage. However, what better place to experiment than in the privacy of the home? So I fitted both Gina and Lola with choker necklaces, quite pretty actually, but with a locking device that only I can release as well as an electric shocking device that responds to my voice command. I let Gina and Lola admire the chokers in the mirror.

They both looked so beautiful in their ankle bracelets and chokers. I explained to the girls that I was now their jail keeper and master, but I preferred for them to think of me as their Daddy. I could be loving and kind, but I also would discipline them and expect them to be completely obedient to me. I then explained that the pretty chokers I had fitted on them with could only come off on my command and that I could also give commands that would cause them a ripple of harmless pain. I told them both to kneel in front of me so I could demonstrate how it works. They knelt down making me look even taller and more gigantic in their eyes. Then I said, "If you are ever disobedient to me all I need to do is say the following command, and you will feel a shock of pain through your whole body." In a commanding voice I then said, "Cunt," the word I had programmed to my voice modulation to cause a shock. Both girls screamed in surprise and pain and fell from their kneeling positions.

I told them to resume their kneeling positions. They whimpered and cried. "Now, now," I said and patted their heads. "If you are good girls and do whatever Daddy says you won't have to worry about being punished." I instructed them that whenever I give a command, they should say, "Yes, Daddy," and do what I ask. I commanded Gina to untie my left shoe and Lola to untie my right. They started to untie my shoes, the dumb little bitches. "Cunt," I yelled, and they were both thrown back, shaking again. I had to re-explain the "Yes, Daddy" part (sort of like the game Simon Says). This time I told them to take off my socks. "Yes, Daddy," the both said, and proceeded to pull them off. Fast learners.

My feet were now bare and after a long day probably didn't smell very nice. But I instructed them both to kiss my feet to show their obedience to me. I told them I wanted to see their lipstick on my feet. They started kissing. "Lick between the toes," I said. "Yes, Daddy," Gina said, but poor Lola forgot the correct response again. "Cunt," I said and they both were shocked off their knees. "That time, Gina got it right, but unfortunately the same command shocks both of you, so if one of you is a bad girl both of you are punished." I gave the command to lick between my toes again. Sure enough, they said, "Yes, Daddy" in unison and did just what I asked.

I had them sit up again. "Take off your shirts," I commanded. "Yes, Daddy," and they did. "Now, unless you are wearing a bikini swimsuit, the bras I bought you are only for when we go out. In the house, you are not to wear bras. Take them off."

"Yes, Daddy," they said, and they both unhooked their bras. Kneeling in front of me was a beautiful woman and her gorgeous young daughter. Gina's breasts were voluptuous natural wonders; Lola's little more than two puffy nipples with dark points on an otherwise perfectly flat chest. My cock was hard and throbbing.

"Gina, time to show Lola how you suck cock," I said. She looked at me in horror. "Unzip my pants." She hesitated. "Cunt." Bang, down they went.

I got them back on their knees, naked from the waist up except for those delightful chokers. "Unzip my pants," I commanded.

"Yes, Daddy," Gina said.

"Take out my cock."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Suck Daddy's big cock."

"Yes, Daddy."

Little Lola watched with big eyes as her mother sucked my cock. I smiled down at her as I played with her mom's hair.

"Suck it baby, suck."

I even heard a muffled "Yes, Daddy," from Gina with a mouth full of cock. It made me proud.

Then I told Lola to suck her mommy's titty. "Yes, Daddy," little Lola murmured, and went to her mommy's voluptuous breast sucking like a good little baby as mommy sucked away at my cock. One big happy family.

Looking down at the sight of Gina sucking my cock and her daughter sucking her breasts was an amazing turn on. I pumped Gina's mouth holding the back of her head as she sputtered and choked a bit. I gave Gina a facial. With my cum still dripping on her face and brought the two girls into the bathroom. I told Gina to clean herself up. I have her a can of shaving cream and a razor and told her that I wanted her shave her pussy and to let me then see her in her red negligee when I came back from putting Lola to bed.

While Gina was showering and getting herself ready, I took little Lola upstairs to get her ready for bed. I turned on the shower and told her it was time for her to take a shower. With her big brown eyes she looked up and said, "Yes, Daddy." I unzipped her short shorts, pulled down her panties and saw the prettiest naked girl imaginable. I put her in the shower, shucked off my clothes and joined her. I shampooed her hair, got her all soapy and worked the lather over her slim little body.

Afterwards, I wrapped her in a warm towel, put her in her baby doll nightie and carried her into her bed.

As I tucked her in, I told her that "Daddy" was the English name for "papa," and that I would take care of her like a papa. With that I sat on the bed and gave her a kiss goodnight. I first kissed her on the forehead I said as a welcome to America, then I kissed her on the cheek, as a welcome to Texas, then a kiss on the other cheek as a welcome to Houston, and then a kiss on the mouth as a welcome to my house. On the first mouth kiss, Lola kept her mouth shut. I then told her that we needed to do the welcome to my house kiss again because she wasn't welcoming me into her house like I was welcoming her into my house. I put my fingers to her lips and told her that she need to open her doors and let me come in. I then kissed her mouth again and she opened her lips, letting my tongue inside. "Wasn't that nicer?" I asked her. "Yes," she said. "Do you like kissing?" I asked. "Yes," she said. So I leaned down and kissed her again. My tongue twirled around hers, I sucked her little tongue into my mouth, our tongues played with each other. She was a damn good kissser. I gave her darling little breast a little squeeze, kissed her forehead again, and got up and left her to her sweet dreams.

I went down to the living room and fixed a couple of drinks for Gina and me. She finally appeared in the red negligee. She looked every bit as good as I had hoped she would. I told her to join me for a drink, put on some music and asked her to dance for me. "Yes, Daddy," she murmured. She swayed to the music a bit, but I could see that she was still really nervous and not loose at all. I told her to sit down next to me on the sofa. I played with her hair and allowed my hand to stray across her breast and dive into the plunging neckline. I was pretty horny again even though I had just come on her face an hour or so earlier. But the shower and putting Lola to bed was a lot of stimulation. My cock was especially hard after the goodnight kisses with Lola. I started kissing Gina. She remained pretty passive, so I decided that I wouldn't just fuck her because I was afraid she would just lie there. I also wanted to make sure she had shaved for me. I kept kissing her and worked my hands over and under the silky negligee. I worked my hands between her legs and to my delight she was freshly shaved. I slipped between her legs and sucked and licked her beautiful tender labia and let my tongue play with her clit and slide in and out of her lovely honey pot. I worked my way back up her body, spending some quality time with Gina's gorgeous breasts and slowly worked my way up her neck and back to her mouth. At this point, she had become a little more responsive to my kisses and at times her tongue actually found its way into my mouth as well.

After a good amount of mouth kissing I positioned her to kiss my neck. Then I put pressure on her shoulders and told her to kiss my chest. I then kept pushing her down and working my way up until my cock was in her face. I told her to suck it. And suck she did. I blew a load in her mouth, and she came up sputtering and choking. I gave her a pat on the bottom, told her I wanted breakfast ready for me at 7:00 am, and left.

I went upstairs. By now, Lola was fast asleep in her bed. From the hall light I could see in her bedroom. I couldn't resist taking another look. I stepped into the bedroom and pulled the blankets and sheet exposing the sleeping Lola from the waist down, revealing her tender young legs and the ankle bracelet, and her perky bottom, encased by the sexy little string bikini. Yes, indeed, I thought to myself, life is good.

--Part Two--

Breakfast was ready and waiting at 7:00 sharp. When it was time for me to go to work, I brought out another item that was also in the experimental stage that I thought I might try out on Gina and Lola. At one time in history chastity belts were quite popular. But they fell out of favor. They were heavy metal, not very sanitary and quite uncomfortable. I had developed an elastic chastity belt that could be worn comfortably, but that would lock the pussy to anyone that didn't have the biometric combination to open it. I commanded both Gina and Lola to come to me, fitted them both, and locked the chastity belts in place. I wanted them to be able to move about freely while I was gone (within a 25 mile radius), but I certainly didn't want them out fucking other men and picking up diseases or getting themselves pregnant. I told Gina how to take the bus to the super market and gave her money for the bus and to buy groceries, checked her and Lola's EMDs, chokers, and chastity belts, gave them each a pat on the bottom, and went off to work.

When I came home, it was clear that Gina and Lola had done a really good job cleaning the place. I got into my confortable chair, called Lola over and told her to take off my shoes and go up and get some slippers for me. "Yes, Daddy," she said and off she went to do my bidding. I told Gina to fix me a drink while she got dinner ready. "Yes, Daddy," was her response. Lola came down, and I instructed her to give my feet a good massage after she got the shoes off and before putting the slippers on. "Yes, Daddy," this cute little girl said. I sipped on my drink as I watched her massage my feet. Watching the little girl massage my feet with all her strength I marveled at how pretty she was.

I told Gina and Lola I wanted them to join me for supper as eating by myself was no fun. But I told them they needed to get dressed in nice clothes and put on make up before having dinner. So I waited a while longer as they got ready. It was definitely worth the wait. When they appeared both Mom and daughter looked sexy and sweet. Gina had a few too many buttons buttoned on her blouse, and I unbuttoned a few to expose her magnificent cleavage. She blushed a bit as I did it, but she got the message. Dinner was Mexican, or I guess Honduran, actually. Fine by me.

In the evening I told Lola I needed to start being her teacher. I started out trying to figure how much education she had had so tested her a bit on the basics of reading and arithmetic. I decided to keep it simple. The 3 R's and the big E, English. Of course, I was looking forward to teaching the two F's of fellatio and fucking as well. Lola and I sat side by side as she worked on math problems I gave her. I would give her little back rubs as she worked on her problems. I loved the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. I was also getting wonderful peeks at the two little peaks that were peeking forth from her little chest.

That night after I said it was time for Lola's bath and that I would be putting Lola to bed, I could see the worried look on Gina's face, but she didn't say anything and waited downstairs. Lola and I took a shower together again. This time she soaped my up and I taught her how to wash my cock. Feeling her little hands work in the shampoo and those little fingers squeezing my shaft was a sensual treat. I again dressed Lola in the little pink babydoll nightie I had bought for her. She got into bed and I read her a story. It was in English, but I translated into Spanish as I went, thinking this might help her with her English.

As I read to her I scratched her back and ran my fingers through her silky hair. I started out scratching and rubbing on top of the soft material of the nightgown, but by the time the story was done and she was half asleep my hand was under the nightie and rubbing the bare skin of her back. My hand drifted down every now and then to pass over her sweet little bottom covered in the matching panties that came with the babydoll. I would give her bottom little squeezes and play with the elasticized waist of the panties and the side ties. I turned her over and gave her her goodnight kisses. One on the forehead, as the night before, to welcome her to America, then on the left cheek to welcome her to Texas, the right cheek to welcome her to Houston, and finally on the mouth to welcome Lola to my home. This time she eagerly parted her lips and let my tongue in to play inside her mouth. My hand drifted over chest and I played with her little nipples and the tiny mounds of her breasts. I swear she arched her back to meet my touch. Lola was turning into a total little fox. Her hands moved up my arms and held my shoulders.The girl definitely liked being touched and kissed. We made out for a few more minutes as my hand ran over her body. Finally I broke free of little Lola's grasp. "Goodnight, Lola," I said. "Goodnight," she said. "Say, "Goodnight Daddy," I instructed. "Goodnight Daddy," she responded.

I was real excited, but figured this was enough for her second night in my house. I went downstairs with a hard-as-a-rock cock. Gina looked at me nervously. I told her to get me a drink and I put on some music. "Yes, Daddy," she said. I sipped my drink and told Gina to dance for me some more. "Yes, Daddy." She was still too nervous and stiff. I fixed her a cocktail. "Drink up," I told her. "Yes, Daddy." I told her this several times over the next hour. As I got her drunk, Gina's dancing improved. "Take off your dress," I ordered. "Yes, Daddy," and Gina stripped off her dress.

There she was in heels, ankle bracelet, the choker, and a red thong bikini. She danced one more and then I got up and started dancing with her. Dancing led to hands running up and down her voluptuous body, a lot of grinding of my cock on her ass, squeezing her boobs, sloppy kisses on her mouth and neck. I gave her boobs a real work out. I lost my shirt along the way and eventually the rest of my clothes. I draped Gina over the end of the sofa, pulled her thong to the side, and penetrated her pussy from behind. I pounded away for awhile, then I stood her up and turned her around. I shucked her thong off, put a hand behind each thigh and lifted her up facing me. I kissed her as I stood there and positioned her to slip right into my cock. I wanted to let her know that I could do things to her sexually that probably not to many of her Latino lovers had been able to do given that I have about a hundred pounds and a foot more height than any of them, not to mention a really meaty, big and beefy cock. After the acrobatics, we got down on the sofa for some good ol' fashioned fucking. "Who's your daddy?" I asked as I thrust. "Da...Da...Daddy," Gina sputtered. I gave Ginny a couple good, solid orgasms. "Breakfast at 7:00," I said as I left her sprawled, exhausted on the sofa.

--Part Three--

Life quickly set into a pleasant, comfortable routine for Daddy and his two mother-and-daughter girls, Gina and Lola. The house was neat and clean, meals were good and ready when I was. I fucked Gina whenever I wanted and flirted shamelessly with Lola and fondled her at will. I required that both Gina and Lola be dressed, made up, and ready to greet me as soon as I came home from work. They completely absorbed into their consciousness that my favorite sentence in the world was "Yes, Daddy," and that I could never hear it enough, and that they better think twice before ever saying, "No, Daddy," which was a sentence I did not like to hear and which would usually cause me to utter the word "Cunt," with obvious painful consequences for my little pets.

There were times that as cute as Lola was in her tight little jeans, I would tell her to take them off and just walk around the house in a thong. When I told her to take off her pants, her response was invariably, "Yes, Daddy."

Watching TV in the evening was a particular pleasure. I tried to find DVDs in Spanish, but often the shows I wanted to watch were in English and I would sit on the sofa with a girl under each arm and translate a bit so they wouldn't lose interest entirely. I would often let my hands play with their tits as we watched TV. Nothing sweeter than having a nice meaty tit in one hand and a flat chest with a perky little nipples in the other.

Also with the help of my training collars I taught Gina and Lola how to kiss and play with each other. At first they were pretty tentative about it, but after a few "cunt" commands they caught on and really genuinely began to get into kissing each other. I got mom and daughter into long kissing sessions where they would just explore each other's mouths with their pretty tongues. With my direction, I would get Lola to suckle at her mother's breasts. It is such a beautiful sight. She would squeeze her mom's breast and suck and gurgle like a baby. Mom's eyes would get misty and she would play with Lola's hair. Sweetness. "Kiss mommy's tummy," I would command. "Yes, Daddy," Lola was trained to say as she would move down her tongue trailing a line down mommy's tummy. After a bit of tummy play I would get Lola nestled right between her mother's legs, licking like a little kitten. At this point I would usually join the fun, kissing Gina's mouth, and playing with Lola's cute little bottom. With Gina nice a warmed up, I would mount her and give her a nice fucking while Lola and I would take turns kissing Gina and each other.

But it wasn't all fun and games. I kept teaching Lola for an hour or so every night. It wasn't exactly a set curriculum. I would give her some math problems or work on reading in English. During these sessions, we were both touchy feely. Lola remained a real kitten, almost purring at my touch. Lola and I also spent increasing time at my computer. She would sit on my lap, usually clad in a little thong and a tight little T-shirt, and we would play computer games. I would wear sweat pants that let me feel her every move and gave my cock room to move (and grow). She would wiggle and squirm in my lap as she would get excited about the games, and I would get excited about this delightful girl and her precious little bottom warming my lap. I would rub her tummy and her tiny little tits. I kept a cocoa butter body lotion next to the computer. Prior to the arrival of Gina and Lola the coca butter lotion was my favorite for jerking off the computer porn. But with lovely little Lola sitting on my lap often in nothing more than a tiny thong I would warm the cocoa butter in my hands and then massage it into her budding little breast bumps and the hard little nipples that topped each one. She would squirm and giggle as I massaged the lotion into her tickish little girl tummy.

My other job was to get Lola ready for bed, to read her a story, and tuck her in. This was our special private time together. I would slip my hand under her nightie and scratch her back allowing my hand to dip down to paly with her tight little bottom. My favorite was always the goodnight kiss. One for America,one for Texas, one for Houston, and then one-two-three-four with that sweet, warm greedy little mouth, eager for my probing tongue.

Lola definitely got me hot and ready for action. When I came downstairs from Lola's bedroom my cock would be standing at attention and dying for relief. I taught Gina to greet me saying, "Does Daddy want to play with his little girl Lola?" That's right. Lola. I made it perfectly clear to her mommy that I had the hots for baby daughter and she better do a damn good job of pretending to be her or little girl herself would be good and fucked.

Despite her gorgeous, full breasts, Gina tried as best she could to play the little girl when my head was swirling from playing with her hot young daughter. I taught her to talk in baby talk, so the question in its Spanish equivalent--since Ginny still hardly spoke a word of English besides the key words for our household like "Daddy" and "Cunt," would be, "Does Daddy want to pway wid his widdle gihwirl Wowa?

I would order Gina to bring the cocoa butter lotion and to give me a massage. I would lie on my stomach and she would start by rubbing the lotion into my feet, work her way up to relieve the tension in my leg muscles and then massage out all the knots in my back. Finally she would lotion up my ass. The back massage would end with her tracing my spine flicking her tongue from my neck down to my coccyx. But I trained Gina well. Her tongue didn't stop there. She continued to trace the line down the crack of my ass, licking her way down, sticking it in and then burrowing between my legs to get to my balls. She would gently suck them into her mouth and twirl her tongue around them. At this point I would turn over so she could work her way tonguing up from my balls to my cock. "Suck it baby. Suck for Daddy," I would coax.

We were such a nice happy all-American family that after six months I decided that I would not give Gina and Lola the option of release from detention. The electronic monitoring bracelets, shock necklaces, and chastity belts stayed on and Mommy Gina and Little Lola stayed obedient and loyal to their American daddy. God bless America.