Every Little Girl Needs A Daddy To Take Care Of Her

One night my life changed. I was a freshman, recently arrived on campus. Our dorm had a mixer with kids from other dorms, ours being the only all girl dorm. My new roommate and me went, not because we expected much from it. There were some counselors there, older kids male and females who were there to help with questions about rules, places to eat off campus, traditions, football, and other things to make our campus experience more pleasurable. We ended up with a group of girls with this guy who looked like a Teutonic god. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, large all over, and buff. All I thought about was what he was going to do to me if he caught me. I fantasized, not just that afternoon but at night as well. If I had to lose my virginity, then I knew who it would be.

It was a couple of weeks later that I ran into him at the campus cafeteria. I was bold and went up to him to say hi, to see if he remembered me. He said there wasn't enough of me to remember, I'm pretty small. I said I remembered him, because there was a whole lot of him to remember. He answered that it wouldn't take much to break me like a twig. I told him that I could bend, but not break, but he could try if he wanted to. I focused on his bulge in his jeans, I guess he was getting aroused, because he covered himself with his hand. What, you don't like a girl appreciating you?, I asked him. And took his hand away. In response he grabbed me between the legs, a great big hand his finger up the crack of my behind.

I went with him, even if he says he hauled me away. I bent over, even he says he bent me over. I pulled my pants down, even if he says he pulled my pants down. He stuck me, all the way in, grabbing my skinny hips when he did. Enough?, he asked me. Not enough, I told him.

He grabbed me tight and thrust a couple of times before cumming, he counted the squirts, one, two, three, and four. Every drop he had , he squirted in me. He bent over me, still holding me down, now see here little one, Daddy fucked you, and now you belong to him. Well, if ever I wanted a Daddy it was that afternoon. He pulled out leaving me wet and bothered. He used his handkerchief to wipe his dick, and then stuck it up my slit to wipe me off.

All of my campus life was about him. He was my 'big man on campus'', my 'Daddy figure'. My freshman experience started off with a bang, I took care of him for the rest of that year. He went on to serve his commitment and I stayed behind to grow him a son and take care of him. When he got out, I was old enough to marry, our son was three on his way to four already.

I still call him Daddy, which he likes a lot, and he calls me 'little one'', which I like a lot.