Surrogate Pedophile

by JayneDeviant

Jeremy was in his late 30s and a single dad… He would have never imagined that it would come to this, he’d always imagined himself a happy family man, doing whatever he could for his wife and kids… but then his wife of ten years had left him for another guy… (his boss, actually. How humiliating was that?!) and here he was, raising his young daughter, Sara Jane, all by himself.

Trying to raise a kid as a single dad, in addition to working both full-time and part-time, just to make ends meet, he’d really let himself go… didn’t have time to work out or even think about his appearance… he’d pretty much assumed his dating life was over, and that he was doomed to die alone and sexless.

At various friend’s behest, he had ‘put himself out there,’ which basically meant beginning a lackluster profile on a few dating sites, just to shut them up already.

His friend Brad was the one who’d helped him set the profile up, was aghast when he saw what Jeremy had written about himself.

“You wrote that you’re a single dad raising a young daughter? Are you nuts?”

“What do you mean? It’s the truth!”

“Yeah, but it’s not the sort of thing you put up on a dating profile! You know, after you meet someone and go on a few dates, that’s when you hit them with the whole ‘having kids’ thing and introduce her to Sara Jane. Come on, it’s like you want to die single! I mean, look at this, your profile is just filled with pictures of Sara Jane at the zoo, Sara Jane at the park… There’s hardly anything on here that’s actually about you!”

“But my daughter is the most interesting thing about me!” Jeremy had yelled, eyes wet with tears. “She is who I am! Anyone who I would date would have to understand that!”

“Okay, sorry, man. Jesus, just take it easy. Just trying to fucking help, you know?”

Brad was right, of course. Jeremy knew he was. Maybe deep down he actually was trying to sabotage himself, who knew? He was no psychologist.

It came as a complete surprise to him, therefore, when one night, after he’s been up late working on a report, he decided to check his dating profile, and saw he had received a message on it.

It was the first time he’d ever received a message, or had any activity of any kind on it. Curious, he opened the message and saw that it was from a woman named Bambi.

Bambi. Right. He laughed to himself.

He opened “Bambi’s” profile and was met by an extremely buxom blonde whose massive tits spilled out of a skintight, red dress, which matched her large red lips. Christ, she looked like a porn star.

“Hey, honey!” read the message. “Just came across your profile! Would you like to get a drink sometime? Write me back to see more pics!”

Now Jeremy was not the most with-it guy in the world, but he knew when he was being catfished, and this was most definitely an example of catfishing. Come on, did they think he was born yesterday? A woman who looked like that would a) not be on a dating website in the first place, and b), sure as shit not be sending messages to middle-aged, overweight, balding single dads.

“LOL.” He wrote back, “You’re not fooling anyone.”

He knew it was fake. It had to be. There was probably some overweight dude like him on the other side of the account… or maybe some teenagers just having a laugh. But still… for just a moment, he allowed himself the fantasy of imagining that a woman like that really was interested in him…. He brought the picture up and expanded it. He imagined squeezing the tits of the woman in that picture, and of her licking her lips as he did so, calling his name out…

His cock became quite engorged. He looked behind him to make sure the Sara Jane’s bedroom door was shut. Yup. Why not? It might be fun. It was funny, even though he hadn’t been married in years, he still felt guilty every time he masturbated, especially if it was to something online.

He took out his cock and began pumping it. Just a few pumps would be all it would take, then he’d delete the message, turn off the computer, go to bed and…

His computer dinged. Another message popped up. “LOL. How could I fool a man like you? Especially one with such a beautiful daughter.”

Jeremy stopped pumping. Took his hands off his cock. Okay, this was getting ridiculous. He shouldn’t respond… but.. “Come on,” he wrote. “I know you’re not real.”

“Pick a number between 1 and 5,” she wrote.

Jeremy blinked. This was getting weirder and weirder. “2,” he wrote.

In a moment there was another ding. Attached was another picture of her. She was holding up two fingers and had also written ‘Hello, Jeremy,” on a piece of paper. Her red lips were pursed in a kiss.

Jeremy’s breath caught. His heart raced. This couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be real... This was a dream. This had to be a joke. This had to be…

His computer dinged again, “No joke, Jeremy,” it read. “Wanna facetime with me?”

With one finger, he typed the letters “S…U.. R..E’ He swallowed and pressed Enter.

Suddenly, he had an incoming video call.

There she was. Bambi. She was a real woman, and she wore that red dress, and with every breath her tits seemed to get closer to completely coming out. She smiled at him and waved.

“H-hi there,” said Jeremy.

“Hello, Jeremy,” said Bambi. She had a sultry, breathy voice.

“Who are you? Why are you contacting me?”

“You’re on a singles site, silly!” she laughed.

“I know… it’s just… I never actually thought…”

“Look, I won’t lie to you. I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m just super horny, you know how it is. Horny, up late at night….” She licked her lips and rubbed her giant tits. “And I thought you might want to just have some fun.”

“Yeah,, yeah…sure!” He agreed quickly, grabbing for his stiff cock again.

“Oooh, look at that thing! Very nice! What do you say, Jeremy, you want to pump it for me?”

“Definitely!” Holy fuck, this was awesome! He couldn’t believe his luck!

Then she said: “Where’s your daughter?”

“Uh… My daughter?”

“Yeah, your daughter from your pictures. Sara Jane, is it? Such a pretty name. And such a pretty, little girl.”

“Well, she’s in her room. You know, asleep.”

She grinned, twirled with her blond hair. “Why don’t you just go on and get her? It’s okay, I’ll wait.”

“Go get her? What the fuck for? What is this?”

“Because since I can’t actually be there with you in person, I thought maybe you could just sit her on your lap. You know, while you watch me. Relax, she won’t know what’s going on. Kids that age never do.”

“I can’t do that! What the fuck? Are you crazy?”

“Fine. Have it your way, Jeremy. Talk to you later.”

The screen went dark.

“Hey, come back!” He typed. “You can’t leave me like this!

“Go get your daughter,” read the message.

Jeremy’s mind ran with justifications as he went into her bedroom. Bambi was right, Sara Jane was so young, she wouldn’t know anything… besides, she’d sat on his lap plenty of times… it wasn’t that different. It’s not like he was going to actually penetrate her or anything, just bounce her up and down a couple of times….

“Honey? Sweetie?” he said.

“Daddy?” she mumbled.

“I just need you to come with me for a minute.” He was very aware that his cock was still hard as fuck as he was trying to talk sweetly with her.

“Daddy, I’m tired…”

Shit! He couldn’t stand it any longer. He grabbed her from the bed and carried her into his computer room.

“Daddy! Put me down!”

“Shh! It’s okay! It’s okay. It’ll only be for a minute!”

He sat her down on his lap and his cock was so hard now he knew she could feel it. “Daddy, what’s going on… why are you so hard down there?”

“No reason! No reason. Now just…” He swallowed. “You just sit there okay?” Holy Jesus, the sweat poured down his forehead.

He held his daughter with one hand and typed with the other. “Okay she’s here now,” he typed.

There was no response. Fuck, he’d blown it! Then just as he was about to get up, it dinged. ‘If you’re lying, I’ll be very upset.”

“Not lying! Here now!” he wrote desperately.

Then the video chat came up. There she was again. She smiled sweetly. “Ah, is that your daughter?”

“Yes, this is Sara Jane… Sara, say Hi to Bambi!”

“Hello,” said Sara Jane sleepily. “Are you my dad’s friend?”

“Yes, that’s right! I’m his new friend!” Bambi laughed wickedly. “Oh, I’m so happy to be talking to you! You’re such a sweet girl! So sweet and so young and pretty! Would you like to make your dad happy?”

“Yes, I like to make daddy happy.”

“Because you know he’s very lonely, right? Ever since your mom left?”

She nodded.

Bambi licked her lips, her eyes glistening. “Oh good. You’re such a good little girl. You like to sit on daddy’s lap, don’t you? You like it when daddy touches you?”

Again, she nodded.

“Why don’t you give your daddy a little kiss, just to show him how much you love him and want him to be happy?”

“Uh… honey…” said Brad. “You don’t have to…”

But she leaned in and gave her daddy a kiss on the cheek and as she did so, she squirmed on his lap and pleasure ricocheted through his body.

“Oh my God,” he said, and with his hands he gripped his daughter, he gripped her so hard. “Oh my god…” he said again. This couldn’t be happening.

“Now Jeremy, you keep your eyes on me. Keep your eyes on these!” And she proudly displayed her massive tits, bounced them up and down. “You like them? You like the way they bounce, Jeremy? Would you like to give them a nice squeeze….”

“Oh god, oh yes,” he moaned, looking at those enormous tits on his computer screen, feeling his daughter squirming on his lap as he gripped her tighter, moving his fingers up under her nightgown. He would have done anything to have been able to touch those tits!

“Bouncy, bouncy!” Bambi said, giggling. “Oh Jeremy, I want to feel your hot throbbing cock inside of me! I want to feel it… Take it out and let me see it!”

“Oh fuck!” He pulled out his cock, so that it was between his daughters legs.

“Oh, it looks so good!” squealed Bambi. “Sara Jane, why don’t you touch it and tell me how it feels?”

Before he could stop her, his daughter reached down and began running her small fingers up and down her daddy’s massive hard-on. “It feels smooth,” she said. “I like the way it feels!”

“Don’t…” Jeremy breathed. “Don’t stop touching it…”

“That’s great, Sara Jane! Now why don’t you give it a little lick and tell me how it tastes?”

She got down off of her daddy’s lap and did as she was told, taking it into her mouth and sucking on it like it was an ice cream cone.

“Mmm! Looks tasty!” said Bambi. “Keep on sucking, sweetie!” And she proceeded to bounce her tits. “Yes that the way! Doesn’t it feel good? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Yes! Yes, oh my god, yes!” said Jeremy, clutching his daughter’s head so that she couldn’t get off if she had wanted to. “I can’t… I can’t…”

“Can’t what , Jeremy darling? What is it you can’t do?”

“I can’t… hold it…”

Suddenly enormous amounts of cum came pumping out of his cock, into his little girl’s mouth, who squealed, “Ew, its sticky!”

The cum kept cumming, more than it ever had before, all over her face, all over her pajamas and even in her hair. He worked at his cock more furiously now, and cum continued to fountain up.

“Hahaha!” Bambi laughed uproariously. “Oh this is even better than I could have imagined! I didn’t think I could actually get you to do that! Honey, I know it’s sticky, and that he made a mess, but you did make your daddy very happy! Now why don’t you run along to bed?”

Sara Jane looked up at her daddy, wiping away the cum from her mouth with the back of her hand. “I like the way it tastes! Can you make more?”

“Oh, yes he can, sweetie! He sure can! Now run along!” Bambi continued to laugh, putting her tits back into her dress, as Sara Jane ran back to her bedroom. “Well, how was that, honey?”

“Oh god…” Jeremy leaned over and threw up. “What have I done” he cried. “What have I done?”

She grinned. “You did the thing you’ve always wanted to do, Jeremy! You’re a pedophile, did you know that? A balding, overweight ped-o-phile! No wonder your wife left you! Hahaha! Nice chatting with you, Pedophile Jeremy!”

“Don’t call me that! That’s not what I am!”

“Oh, I think it is! I do think it is! This was more fun than I thought it would be, though. I’ll call again some night.”

“No, don’t! You mustn’t!”

“Oh, please, you’re only saying that now because you’re spent. Trust me. This time tomorrow, you’ll be begging me to do it again. And soon, you won’t even need me. You’ll have little Sara. All. To. Your. Self.” She blew him a kiss and the screen went dark.

Jeremy turned off the computer, siting in the dark. There were cum stains all over his lap, all over the floor. It was a nightmare, that’s all there was to it. It wasn’t real… tomorrow, life would go on as it always had… Yes. He wasn’t a pedophile. He wasn’t a pedophile. He wasn’t….