As we left the truck stop, Daddy told me I could put my shirt back on. I sat on my towel in the seat and thought about the last couple of days. I was calling a man "Daddy" now, a man who until a few days ago I only knew as a guy my mom called if she had problems of some kind. He had bought me and my little brother Christmas presents, but nothing that would make me want to call him "Daddy."

My mom had pimped me out because she thought I had become a total slut. Daddy had taken my virginity in two of my holes, and his was the first cum I had swallowed as I had only given one other blow job. Then, to add to everything he had already done, we stopped at a truck stop and daddy made me give a blow job to four strange men. I had no idea what would happen next. For now, I was becoming submissive, and was wearing only a t-shirt.

"Angie," his voice popped me out of my thoughts.

"Yes sir?" I answered him as I turned to look at him.

"We're going to stop in a few minutes. I'll give you something to put on, and we'll go inside a restaurant for lunch. Is Italian food OK?"

I realized I was starving and just smiled and nodded my head.

In a few minutes, we pulled off the interstate and into the parking lot at Olive Garden. I loved this place! We just never got to go as mom didn't have a lot of extra money. When daddy shut off the motor, he leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. It was very soft and very tender. Then he gave a light brush across my pussy lips and walked back to the rear of the coach. I followed him to the bedroom.

He handed me a denim skirt to put on. No panties or bra, just a skirt. My t-shirt was dark, so it wouldn't be see-through unless it was wet. I didn't ask questions, just put the skirt on and looked at him.

"You are learning very well, Angie. You didn't ask questions. I'm proud of you for that. I want you to remember one thing.

No matter what happens, I want you to know I will not let you get hurt or pregnant. I told you last night that I love you, and I do."

I smiled at him, but still didn't speak. My heart was pounding so fast, and my stomach was in knots because I had no idea what else we would do.

"Even though I love you, I will still do what I promised I would. You will find out what being a slut is all about. By the time we get home, you will have seen and done more than most girls your age. That's because most girls your age don't really do everything they claim they do. Just like boys, they exaggerate.

One big difference with you: I will be with you every step of the way. You will learn things, and will experience things first hand. As we go along, I want you to address me as "sir" or "daddy" at all times. You will not argue about anything, and will do as you're told, just like this morning. Understand?"

"Yes sir, Daddy." I looked up and gave him a big smile. Without a second thought, I gave him a big hug. It didn't matter what he wanted me to do. I knew I loved this man and would do anything in the world for him. I felt so safe and secure in his strong arms as he wrapped them around me and returned the hug. I was pleasing him, and as long as I could remember, no one had told me I was doing something right.

It felt strange to walk into a restaurant without any panties or bra. Even though no one could see, it was still weird. We had a great lunch and laughed about lots of things. He teased me about the waiter flirting with me. I just blushed and denied it. When we left, he took my hand and we walked to a mall next door.

We went to several stores and he bought me lots of new clothes. Some of them, I wouldn't have dared buy myself. Some were really revealing, most were modest. He reminded me that we were still going to Florida, and I would need stuff to wear since I didn't pack anything. He surprised me when all the panties and bras he picked out were pretty normal and not sexy at all. At least, not to me. They were all cotton and some of the panties had a design, but most were solid color. All were regular bikini cut.

When we got back to the motor home, he had me model everything, even the underwear. I didn't mind and really kinda got a kick out of it. Of course, he got horny (so did I) and we just had to take care of that little problem!

That time, he was really passionate. He very gently carried me to the bed and kissed me like I had never known before. His hands were slowly caressing my body and I was doing the same to him. When he entered me, he had rolled me onto my back and continued kissing me. He never broke the kiss. I felt his cock slide inside. My legs wrapped around his waist, my arms were around his back pulling him as close as I could to my little body.

We worked out a rhythm and I could feel my orgasm building. I had already learned what his cock felt like right before he came. When he stopped moving and I felt his seed shoot inside me, my entire body shook with pleasure. That was when he finally broke the kiss and looked at me.

"Sometimes, Angie, it can be passionate. That's when it's called making love."

I was so overcome, I started crying. I couldn't stop. He was still inside me, but supporting his weight on his elbows. He held me close, then rolled over where I was on top. He wrapped his arms around me again, and held me while I cried myself out.

When I was finished, I realized I was leaking all over him. I moved down to clean him, then quickly ran into the bathroom. When I came out, I had a warm, soapy cloth and finished cleaning all our juices off him. Only then did I clean myself.

That was a really strange day. After all of that, he got dressed, I put a t-shirt back on, and we started off again. When we stopped for the night, he made all the connections outside, then we cooked supper together. We cuddled on the couch under a blanket and watched a movie later. When we went to bed, we made love again. Tomorrow, however, would be very different.