Becky Rawlings was one of the new children, born with a silver mouse in her mouth. Her father, David, was a senior programmer with a medium sized company in the "Silicon Fen". He'd begun his career lecturing at Cambridge University, but had quickly been "head hunted" when his brilliance had been recognised. As a result, Becky had been exposed to the latest technology and software from before she could even push a button for herself. Becky had inherited her striking good looks from her mother, but her intelligence and aptitude for computers were straight from her father.

Becky could not remember her mother, but, from the photo's that her father kept on his desk, she could see that she was growing up to look just like her. At 10 years old, she had the same finely chiselled cheekbones, the same creamy white skin with contrasting raven black hair. The only difference that Becky could discern was that she had inherited her father's striking, ice blue, eyes. As she silently worked her way around the blocks that her father had put up, she swung her little legs, idly stroking her hairless pussy through her flowery knickers. One by one the barriers came down. Her father may be a top programmer but, at 10 years old, Becky's brilliance was something natural; unlearned and boundless. The last barrier disappeared and Becky smiled to herself, nothing now could stop her getting back to the sites she loved.

Along the landing, David was working late. He had managed to schedule his work so that he only had to go into the office twice a week. That didn't stop him putting in ridiculously long hours, but it did mean that he was at home with his beloved daughter as much as possible. He clicked on send; and the work of the last three days headed off for Jack to have a look at before their meeting scheduled for the following afternoon. Stretching, David eased the crick out of his neck. He reached for the bottle of Cardhu and poured himself a generous measure of the smoky liquor. Logging off of his work account he switched to his personal internet account. There were some things he wanted to keep totally separate from his working life. As he logged on, ICQ automatically started and David smiled, a number of old friends were already online, their names flashing at the side of the screen. A message was coming in from Poker, an old buddy from the net.

POKER > Hi, there Sugar Daddy.  Howya?
Sugar Daddy > Hi Poke.....  Great thanks!  You?  I've just finished
work.  What's happening in the Mr D room tonight?
POKER > Not a lot.   :-(    Met a real hot babe the other day. She
would be just your type.  Fantasises about having sex with her Daddy........
Sugar Daddy > Mmmmmmmm.   What's her name?
POKER > Cutie Pie.  She got me hard just talking to her, and we didn't
even cyber sex......
Sugar Daddy > WOW!  I'll keep an eye open.
POKER > Hey wait a minute!   She's just come online.  I'll go off and
chat and, if she okay's it, I'll drag you in.
Sugar Daddy > Thank's buddy, L8R.

David downloaded the latest stories, noting that both Frosty and Strangelove had posted new one's. He was on the same wavelength as them, he knew he would have a good time reading their contributions. As he was about to enter the main chat room, a chat request began flashing. It was Poker, and so he immediately accepted it.

POKER > Hi there SD!  Meet my new friend Cutie Pie....
Sugar Daddy > Hi there Cutie Pie, lovely to meet you.
Cutie Pie > Hello Daddy.  Will you be my Sugar Daddy?
Sugar Daddy > !!!!!!!!!!! 
Sugar Daddy > I'd love to Cutie.  Come to Daddy for a hug.......
Cutie Pie > Mmmmm Daddy that feels so good........
Sugar Daddy > Where are you?  Your info doesn't say....
Cutie Pie > Somewhere in the East of England...
Sugar Daddy > WOW!  Me too!  Maybe you should come round for a proper cuddle!   :-)
Cutie Pie > I'd love that Daddy, but.............
Sugar Daddy > I know..... :-(   Still, I can dream.......
POKER > Seems like you two have hit it off......
Sugar Daddy > We sure have....... I just know we are going to be friends....
Cutie Pie > Oooh Daddy, do you mean that?
POKER > :-)
Sugar Daddy > You know I do Baby....
POKER > I have to go....... Writing to do...... :-(
POKER > Have fun you two.  CUL8R
Cutie Pie > CU Poker, thanks for the intro.
Sugar Daddy > Bye Poker.  Thanks........
Sugar Daddy > Mmmm so it's just us two.......
Cutie Pie > Mmmm yes.........

Becky sat looking at the screen, her heart pounding. Her new acquaintance sounded nice. All she had to do was to seem like a grown-up pretending to be a little girl and she was sure she could have some loving with him.........

Sugar Daddy > So my baby.  Do you want to come over here and sit on my lap......


Cutie Pie > Coming Daddy.  I snuggle into your lap, my little bum warm against you.


Sugar Daddy > Mmmmm that's better my lovely.  You know I love feeling you sitting
on me like that.

Cutie Pie > Oooh Daddy, what's that I can feel poking
into my bottie?

Sugar Daddy > That's Daddy's dick, baby.  It loves having
you sit on it.........  I'm sliding my hands over your silky
smooth arms, stroking them gently.

Cutie Pie > Oh Daddy that feels so nice.  I'm wriggling around,
pressing harder against your dick.............(cont)