So I have just realized I hadn't posted this little story titled Satisfi. Well, better late then never, right?

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Satisfi
hanging, casual

In today’s pace of life, it is difficult for parents to find time for their children. Parents themselves are always at work, and the children are either at school or attending all kinds of clubs and activities. But I nevertheless made it a rule to take Anya for a walk in the park every Sunday afternoon. It may not be the most exciting thing to do, but it is a time when we can take our minds off all our cares and just spend it together, father and daughter. It was our weekly tradition: even if it was raining outside, I took an umbrella and we went to walked together, and if it was freezing, I wrapped myself and my daughter in layers of warm clothing and we went anyway.

Today, however, despite the month of April, the weather was on the contrary too hot. Anya was going to go for a walk in just her white panties with the kitten by the name Woof and red sandals with white straps, but I made her also wear a pink cap with cat ears to keep her head from sunlight. I dressed myself in a similar way at first — unremarkable beige flip-flops, a straw hat, and a short light skirt in pastel blue with a gray checkered pattern. But then I decided to wear an orange T-shirt with a Reiquarium print too. I wore it not so much for myself, but so that in case the heat subsides I could give it to my daughter. Of course, the adult T-shirt would be too big for Anya, but it means it would cover her top and bottom both, so I wouldn’t have to give my skirt to my daughter too. I did not put underwear with it, so that now while it’s hot everything would be ventilated, but if it gets colder, then getting completely naked might become uncomfortable.

We walked in the park like this, at a slow pace, because we were in no hurry, and just enjoying the moment. On the way Anya was telling me about school.
“Can you imagine,” my daughter complained, “Aphrodite Kuzminichna crossed out my 3×4=12 with red pen and wrote 4×3=12 instead.”
“What’s the difference?” I was puzzled. “Did you ask her, maybe you misunderstood something? Or she made a mistake?”
“I did ask,” Anya confirmed. “She said that in order to get apples in the answer, you must multiply the apples by the plates.”
“What nonsense!” I got indignant. “As if by multiplying plates by apples, the answer will become plates? I will have to talk to this Venus of yours.
“Aphrodite”, my daughter corrected me.
“What’s the difference,” I said. “I’ll break her arms off, then she’ll be Venus!”
“What do you mean?” Anya didn’t understand.
“There’s a statue like that”, I explained. “Oh, well, never mind. Better let me buy you an ice-cream!”
“Yes!” Anya rejoiced. “It’s so hot!”

I took Anya to the ice-cream stand, where she chose a watermelon fruit ice, which she immediately began to lick with gusto. I also got myself an ice cream, but a banana-flavored one in a wafer cup. Then Anya and I sat down on a bench nearby to enjoy our meal, at the same time continuing our conversation.
“Was there anything interesting at your school?” I asked, trying to move the conversation in a more positive direction. “Fun, maybe?”
“Fun, maybe, or maybe not as much fun as funny”, Anya remembered. “On Thursday our last lesson was canceled, so P.E. became the last. And since it was outdoors, I went straight home after school without even going back to the classroom.”
“And what’s wrong with that?” I shrugged.
“I too didn’t think anything about it”, Anya nodded. “Until when I was waiting for the green light at a crossroad, a car drove right by through a puddle and splashed muddy water all over me. At first I thought: good thing I’m naked, my clothes didn’t get dirty. And then I realized: why am I naked? Oh right, all my clothes are left in the classroom! So I had to go back.”
“You should have just kept going as you were, you could have picked the clothes up the next day”, I said. “The weather is warm, you can easily walk without clothes.”
“Without clothes — yes”, Anya agreed. “But without a phone?”
“Why not without a phone?” I asked. “Did you end up needing it that day?”
“Actually, I did,” Anya responded. “And in general, when I do not have my phone with me, it feels like something important is missing.”
“Like you’re naked?” I grinned.
“What does naked have to do with it?” Anya did not understand. “Like without hands, that’s it.”
“But you somehow manage without a phone right now,” I pointed out.
“I don’t,” Anya answered. “Actually I have it with me.”
“Where?” I was puzzled.
“I put it in my panties,” Anya explained. “In fact, that’s why I put them on in the first place.”

At this point, as if to confirm Anya’s words the phone in her underpants vibrated.
“Mm,” Anya moaned. “See?”
She took out her phone and opened the notification she had received.
“Hold it, please,” Anya said, handing the phone to me.
On the screen was a picture of a man, but before I could read what else was written, that same man walked over to our bench. He was dressed in a wife-beater shirt, boxers and slippers, but he was clean-shaven and neatly combed. Paying me no mind, the man stood in front of my daughter, pulled down his boxers and pulled out his dick. Anya in the meanwhile used her teeth to pull the rest of the fruit ice from the stick into her mouth, which she then opened wide in front of the man. He aimed his dick into her mouth and began to urinate.
All I could do was keep eating my own ice cream while my daughter appetizingly swallowed the piss of a strange man, mixing with the melting watermelon juice in her mouth. Her blue eyes squeezed shut in delight as she swallowed, then opened and shone with pure pleasure as her mouth filled for the next one. It’s amazing how little a child needs to be happy. I myself had long since forgotten how to feel such vivid emotions from every trifle. But at such moments, looking at my daughter’s joy, I myself become happy for her. I guess that’s what people have children for.
Meanwhile, the man’s urine continued to flow, and Anya could no longer swallow it all, especially with a piece of ice left in her mouth. Then the man began to move his dick around, directing the jet not only into my daughter’s mouth, but also splashing it all over her face. She enjoyed this kind of fun and even took off her cap and began to put her golden hair under this golden shower. I even thought that I myself wouldn’t mind being splashed with something in this heat.
Finally, leaving my daughter all wet and satisfied, the man finished his act of urination. In the end he let Anya lick the tip of his dick off the rest of the urine, and then he put it back in his boxers and went on his way. Anya put the cap back on her wet hair, turned to me and said with a beaming smile:
“Yummy!”
“Yuck,” I grimaced, “watermelon and salt is a perversion beyond my comprehension.”
“As you wish,” my daughter concluded, licking her piss-wet lips appetizingly again.
Meanwhile, I finished my own ice cream.

“Hey, who was that guy, anyway?” I asked my daughter after the man walked away. “Do you know him?”
“I’ve never seen him before,” Anya answered. “So I do not carry my phone for nothing!”
She took the device from me and put it back in her underpants. Although her panties were now wet from all the urine spilled on them, which Anya did not have time to swallow, but I could only hope for the claimed water resistance.
“And how does it work?” I asked.
“It’s a new trending app — Satisfi,” my daughter explained. “The man checked that he wanted to piss in someone’s mouth, and it immediately told him that I was there, because my profile shows that I don’t mind drinking pee. Very convenient.”
“So for is it, an app for finding toilets?” I suggested.
“For satisfying momentary urges”, Anya answered. “Did I tell you that on Thursday my phone came in handy after all? I was so tired of walking back and forth, especially since at first I walked barefoot until I went back to school, and the there was also the P.E. itself… Anyway, the second time I went home, already with the phone, I sat down like this on the bench and asked for a feet massage. A guy showed up right away, probably a high school student, and did everything for me, and even licked my feet clean.”
“So, if you hadn’t come back for the phone, you wouldn’t have needed it,” I pointed out.
“Well… maybe so,” Anya agreed. “But who knows what else I could have desired. Or someone could desire something from me. You can check anything you want here.”
“Anything, you say,” I got interested and pulled out my own phone from the pocket of my skirt. “What was the name of the app? Satisfy?”
“Satisfi,” Anya corrected, “With fi”.

With my daughter’s guidance I found the right application and downloaded it. Anya immediately took a picture of me for the profile. Now I just had to think of what to wish for. For starters I decided to choose something easier, just to try it out. For example, a blowjob.
“Mm,” Anya moaned again, as her phone vibrated in her underpants.
And I got a picture of her on my screen.
“No, that’s not interesting,” I said. “You I can always ask without the app.”
“Then think of something more original,” Anya advised.
But she still knelt down in front of me, pulled up the hem of my skirt and began sucking my dick. I put my left hand on my daughter’s head to control her pace, and with my right hand began to swipe through the list of options of the wonderful application. There was a mixture of items such as fucking a dog, playing catch-up, and even getting married. Is it really possible like this — on a momentary urge and until death do us part? I used to court Anya’s mom all through high school. I did her homework while she was helping soldiers in her colonel father’s unit to brighten up the routine military life with fervent group sex; when she got pregnant I carried her school bag, and after Anya was born I often picked her up from kindergarten. Actually, already in high school it was Anya who started calling me daddy, and only then did her mother agree to legalize her relationship with me. But even during my first wedding night it was Anya to whom I have lost my virginity.

Oh yes, I had completely forgotten that I was not just enjoying my daughter’s blowjob, but that I was looking for something to order in Satisfi. I was ready to cum, but with an effort of will I moved my gaze from my daughter back to the screen. Along the way my gaze caught something bright. My own orange T-shirt. It wasn’t simply the Reiquarium on it, it was the frame with Rei’s clones falling apart and merrily laughing. That’s what gave me the crazy idea. What if? No, that can’t be. But it’s worth a try. Instead of swiping through the list, I entered a custom query. Nothing happened at first. I thought: well, of course not, what did I expect. But then the phone beeped. And a picture of a girl appeared on the screen. At that moment I couldn’t stand it, and I copiously cummed in Anya’s mouth.

“Wow, amazing,” Anya said when she caught her breath, “you came almost more than that man pissed!”
“You bet,” I said, anticipating the rare chance to experience joy, not for my daughter, but for my own amusement.
There was a children’s playground nearby, and I looked around for the girl in the picture. Which one of the kids frolicking there would now pick up the phone and get a notification of my wish?
A pair of twins with freckled faces and playful red pigtails riding a seesaw. They wore dresses of the same gothic style, but one black with red and the other white with pink. I saw them here often, but I never learned to tell which one was a boy and which was a girl. Anyway, they didn’t look like the girl in the picture at all.
A more similar face had the girl who was climbing the jungle gym, and her hair was just as black, only shorter. Although the girl in the photo had a pale face, and this one had already had a deep tan. No wonder if she was always walking around naked like now. The only clothes she wore were a pair of cat ears on her head and an anal plug cat tail. And even though the tail wasn’t real, the girl showed such dexterity in her arms and legs, like a real monkey in her natural habitat. I admired her athletic ability, but decided that she was not who I was looking for. She must have her phone with her, and where would she put it without any clothes?
A couple more kids were spinning around on a little children’s merry-go-round, taking turns pushing it. I couldn’t get a good look at their faces because of their fast speed, but they both had blond hair. Hair can be dyed, of course, but these kids were wearing one only a T-shirt and the other only a baseball cap, so you could tell they were both boys, while I was looking for a girl after all.
And there was only one other girl on the playground. Her hair was dyed green and kept in a ponytail, and she was wearing colorful striped mittens and leggings. Deeply pregnant, this girl was on all fours being fucked by a dog, and a man was standing next to her, holding that same dog on a leash. I wondered if it was her father and they were just walking the pet together, or if they didn’t know each other and found each other through the same app? There was an option like that in there. Oh, but then that would mean she was already taken.
And then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement where I did not expect it. On the bench on the other side of the playground was an elementary school-aged girl sitting next to an older girl — a high school or even university student. Both black-haired and brown-eyed, probably sisters. The older girl was dressed in a denim jacket and denim shorts, while the younger girl wore a white blouse with a red tie and a beige skirt almost to her knees. Under her mother’s supervision, she was thoughtfully sketching something with a stylus on her tablet when it beeped. When she checked the notification, the girl immediately changed her face and smiled happily. She handed the tablet to her sister, then they looked around together and the older sister pointed in my direction. She nudged the little sister encouragingly in the back, who got up from the bench and strode briskly in my direction.

I couldn’t wait any longer, so I got up from the bench and almost ran toward the girl, waving at her. We both kept accelerating toward each other, and when we met at full speed, I picked her up under her arms and began to spin her around. We were both laughing merrily. It must have looked like we were old friends who hadn’t seen each other in ten years. But she wasn’t even alive for so many years. And now she won’t be.
Without putting the girl down, I hanged her by her tie on a nearby tree branch. Her laughter turned to wheezing in surprise, and she panicked as she tried to reach her hands for the tie to take it off. I took a step back and admired the girl’s desperate attempts to free herself. She so genuinely wanted to live and so genuinely was happy to painfully die for the momentary amusement of a stranger. And that lucky stranger happened to be me.
My dick, which had just cummed profusely, instantly got erect again. Not just erect, but it became as big as a stick of doctor’s sausage and as hard as a diamond. I had never been more aroused. Like a sprout trampling the pavement, my bulging dick pulled up my skirt as if it weighed nothing at all. Only the girl’s skirt remained in the way. I was about to reach for it, but I was distracted by my daughter’s voice, who appeared to have come up to us.
“Yulya, hello!” said Anya. “What could you have possibly checked in Satisfi, that my dad hanged you?” she laughed.
“The option is called ‘snuff’,” I answered for Yulya. “Although I’m surprised myself that it found somebody. Are you saying you know this girl?”
“Of course,” Anya confirmed. “It’s Yulya from the art school.”

What a coincidence! I thought it was impossible to get even more excited, but the thought of having not just any random girl hanging in front of me, but my daughter’s friend, my dick seemed ready to explode. While Yulya’s attention was still on her tie and she wasn’t kicking hard, I took advantage of the moment and pulled her skirt down. I didn’t take it all the way off though, so that when she started to kick, the skirt would hold her legs in place.
Fortunately, the girl had no panties under her skirt, and I was ready for the main event — and oh how ready was my dick. But there was a small plastic tube sticking out of Yulya’s slit. I became alarmed — what kind of device is this? Is this tube supposed to go into my urethra when I fuck her? Is that what’s popular among kids these days?
“Oh, Yulya, can I have the chupa chups?” Anya asked. “You won’t need it anyway.”
Yulya suddenly became calmer — she noticed and recognized Anya, even smiled at her, and wheezed out something unintelligible.
“Thank you,” Anya said, as if she understood. “I love you too.”
Oh, that’s so sweet!

Anya pulled the tube in Yulya’s hole and indeed took out an ordinary chupa chups. And what was I imagining to myself! Well, since there were no obstacles at last, I put my hands on Yulya’s sides and aimed my dick into her pussy. Here I go!
Oh, what a thrill it was! Not only was her baby hole itself tight and pleasant, but the feeling of her vaginal walls clenching around my cock in death convulsions was just something unique.
“Ew, it’s lemon,” Anya said, tasting the lollipop. “I’ve never understood how Yulya likes it.”
I chuckled: it’s not for Anya to judge the taste preferences of others, when she herself likes watermelon with salt!
“I’ll have it then,” I said.
“Go on”, Anya gave me the chupa chups without regret.
I could not say that I liked the taste of lemon, but how sweet was the very thought that this lollipop was Yulya’s, that she had saved it for herself in her pussy, and now, thanks to the fact that I had hanged her, she would no longer need it… oh, it was a pity that Anya had already licked the taste of Yulya’s pussy from it. Well, next time I’ll know what a plastic tube sticking out of a girl’s pussy means.

“Maybe we can take in Jack too?” Anya suggested. “Please, please, please!”
“What Jack?” I was puzzled.
“Yulya’s dog,” Anya explained. “I was at Yulya’s place a couple of times, and she let me play with Jack. You know, when he comes, he doesn’t pull out, he can keep his dick inside for two or three hours. It’s so much fun! Yulya and I are talking, playing, drawing, eating, and Jack is still inside me.”
My already horny mind vividly drew pictures of Anya spending the whole evening with a dog’s dick inside, while continuing to do everyday things at the same time. And if we take in Jack, such a spectacle could be waiting for me at home every evening?
“I’m all for it!” I enthusiastically agreed. “But will they give us Jack though? I think Yulya’s sister is sitting on the bench over there.”
“Yulya doesn’t have any sisters though,” Anya replied perplexedly and then looked at the bench and concluded: “Oh, it’s not her sister, it’s her mom!”
“Mom?” I was surprised. “And she looks like a university student at most.”
“Just don’t say such a compliment to her,” Anya laughed. “She’s still in high school.”
“Anyway, you should go ask her if we can have Jack.”
“All right!” Anya said and ran cheerfully to Yulya’s, as it turned out, mother.

In the meantime, I continued to fuck Yulya. She wrapped her arms around me, and when her skirt slid down her legs after all, her legs too. Either in a fit of passion or trying to find support against the hanging. Which, of course, only prolonged the suffering, but also the pleasure. Yes, her pleasure. For while her eyes were spookily rolled up and her tongue foolishly stuck out, her slit was so wet it was splashing.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered in Yulya’s ear and, pushing the stick of chupa chups to the corner of my mouth, I kissed her forehead. “Like death itself.”
Yulya’s grimace of pain turned into a visage of bliss, her limbs clung to me tighter than before, and her vagina began to diligently squeeze my dick. It made me cum, spewing a powerful fountain of semen inside her. It was the best orgasm of my life, and in Yulya’s also the last one. A sweet little girl who had her whole life ahead of her, full of joy and fun, dreams and hopes, a genuine childlike thirst for life. She willingly threw it all away for the sake of momentary pleasure. And in that moment I understood her, because it was such a euphoria that during it I myself did not care at all if in that moment my life ended, nothing mattered but that all-consuming feeling. And how must it feel like for Yulya, who would have nothing else but that feeling? She finished finishing and at the same time she was finished herself. So much was left for her in life, but there was no moment of regret in death, for there was no one left to feel that regret. The purest embodiment of childlike spontaneity and immediacy.

But while my orgasm also came to an end, my life did not. My dick went limp just as Yulya’s body, but unlike hers, my sense of euphoria gradually faded, returning my mind to clarity. I can’t afford to give up my life so easily for a moment of bliss. Children have no worries, but I have my job, my wife… and, of course, the most important of all — my daughter. Anya is dearer to me than life and death. If only there wasn’t her…
“Dad, dad!” Anya came back to me with joyful cries. “Yulya’s mom said we can have Jack!”
“Well, that’s wonderful,” I said as I stroked Anya on the head. “And I have just finished with her, so you can help yourself.”
I nodded at Yulya’s pussy, from which my sperm mixed with her juices was dripping profusely. Anya did not need to be invited twice, she immediately sucked her lips to the labia of her dead friend and began to devour the goodies with gusto.
“What’s that?” I asked, noticing the tablet in Anya’s hands.
“Yulya drew it,” Anya answered, without stopping her meal. “Doesn’t it look great?”
The tablet had a drawing of the park, as seen from the bench where Yulya was sitting with her mother. There was even the tree where I had hanged her.
“It’s beautiful,” I said. “She would have made a great artist.”
“I think so, too,” Anya agreed. “Although Yulya herself wanted to be a hairdresser when she grew up.”
“Well, she doesn’t want anything anymore,” I grinned.
“And won’t grow up,” Anya picked up, also smiling.

While Anya continued to treat herself to the delicacy, I came up to the bench where Yulya’s mother was sitting — to thank for a wonderful daughter and to discuss the details about Jack. But she had already left. Then I sat down on the bench myself, and soon Anya came over to me, whose face was all stained with cum.
“Let me spread it in an even layer,” I suggested.
“No need,” Anya objected. “It’s fashionable in clots nowadays.”
My daughter sat down next to me, and while I was finishing my chupa chups, she picked up Yulya’s tablet and began to add Yulya herself to the drawing, hanging from the tree.
“What did you say this option in Satisfi is called?” she asked.
“Snuff,” I reminded her.
“Snuff,” Anya nodded. “I should try it out too.”