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Subject: {ASSM} Daddy's Little Whore Ch.6 by Rachael Ross (M/f, Teen, Prost, Spanking, Anal)
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Daddy's Little Whore

Copyright 2006-2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for
adults only.
Story Codes: M/f, Teen, Prost, Spanking, Anal

Note: This is the sixth chapter in a multi-chapter story and so you
should read the first 5 chapters first, or I fear this will make
little sense plot-wise.

Daddy's Little Whore
by rache

Chapter Six - Traps

A few weeks later and I'd almost forgotten my little crises. My period
had come on time, a day early even, but it hadn't interfered with work
at all. It just gave me a week long vacation, which was nice. I was so
relieved that you wouldn't believe it, or maybe you would if you've
ever been a teenage girl who didn't know if she was pregnant or not.
It had occurred to me later that maybe Phil had been telling the truth
about his vasectomy, and so maybe I'd let Deke knock me up by
accident. But he hadn't and I was happy with that. I swore I'd never
have unprotected sex again and just to make sure, I had an appointment
at a women's health center downtown after school.

When I'd called, the lady I spoke to, a nurse I guess, promised me
that being just 15 was okay, and I didn't need to tell my dad or
anything like that. She sounded very understanding, but she was
probably thinking I just had a boyfriend, not a pimp. So I was going
to get some birth control pills, because I couldn't trust men, and I'd
finally figured out that I couldn't trust myself either.

Now it was lunchtime though, and I was sitting with my friends.
Heather was giving us the latest on her boyfriend, the one she'd
almost had sex with about a dozen times, if you believed her. She was
a few months younger than me, just turned 15 and pretty cute with
curling brown hair down to her shoulders and soft hazel eyes. She was
really cute when she smiled, which was most of the time, but not
today.

"He said he has another girlfriend." Heather was just picking at her
lunch. "She's old too, like 17 or something."

"That sucks." Debbie said.

She was next to Heather, across from me and my best friend Jenny. Deb
was almost, but not quite pretty. Just 15 years old like the rest of
us, Debbie was sort of a late bloomer or something, because her body
was growing in all different directions. She was tall and thin, light
skinned with dark blue eyes, and she had nice breasts suddenly, like
they'd just appeared over the last few weeks. I liked her a lot, I
mean I thought about kissing her sometimes, which felt really weird
because I know I'm not a lesbian, right? It was just...I don't know. I
liked her, even if she wasn't beautiful, but I knew she would be and
probably sooner rather than later. She'd be prettier than any of us, I
figured.

Jen was more like me, blonde but with green eyes instead of blue, and
the same sort of wholesome girl-next-door looks. Some people thought
we were sisters, especially when we went shopping with her mom,
because Jen's mother could have been mine. Tall with blonde hair, a
nice body and an open face. Everybody just assumed she was and people
would tell me, strangers like girls at the checkout registers or
whatever, "You're going to be as pretty as your mom when you get
older." And I'd smile and Jen's mom would smile, and we'd let it go
because we got along really good. I spent a lot of time at Jen's
house, or I used to anyway, not so much lately though and that
bothered me some.

"Good thing you didn't have sex with him then." Jen told Heather and
Debbie giggled at that, covering her mouth with her hand.

"That woulda really sucked." Debbie agreed, but she didn't know
anything really. She didn't have a boyfriend yet. In fact none of them
did now, even though Jenny had her own birth control pills, thanks to
her parents' strange ideas about raising a daughter. They didn't want
her having sex, but they made sure she was protected just in case. I
wondered what my dad would think of the idea of me taking them. I'd
already decided not to tell him.

"It might have been okay." I said. "You don't have to be in love just
to have sex."

I was something of the expert on sex, although none of my friends knew
about Deke, or my part time job as an escort. But I couldn't help
saying things every now and then, and Jen already knew I wasn't a
virgin. None of them believed everything I said, of course, but I
wasn't even coming close to telling them everything either. That would
have really blown them away. But I told them enough.

"I don't want to have sex unless I'm in love." Debbie told us quietly,
we were all whispering anyway though, leaning close over the table,
being in the school cafeteria and all.

"Me neither." Jen nodded. "I think it'd be cool to be married first.
Like on a honeymoon, you know?"

I just smiled at her, because I knew she was serious about that. It
sounded really hokey, but she meant every word of it and so those
pills she took were totally wasted. She had this dream, or fantasy of
meeting Prince Charming and being swept off her feet. Having a big
wedding in the spring, and then on her wedding night having the best
sex of her life. That was it and I knew she fingered herself thinking
about that because she'd asked me how to do it when we were 14 years
old. She was so innocent sometimes and that just made me totally
protective, you know? I really did feel like her big sister, even
though we were the same age.

"I wanna have sex." Heather said. "And I don't care anyway, my next
boyfriend..." She was blushing and we laughed at her. "What? So what?
I'm gonna do it, you'll see."

"You're gonna be a slut if you do that." Jen predicted.

"Yeah, Like Katie Robinson, god she had sex with like half the school
already." Debbie told us seriously.

"No she didn't." I made a face at Debbie. "She just says that, half
the guys she says she has sex with don't even know who she is."

"How do you know?" Heather asked me.

I just shrugged. "Believe me, if she really had as much sex as she
says she does, she wouldn't have time for school. She'd be way too
busy."

They laughed at that and we shot glances over at Katie, who was
sitting with her friends, probably telling them how she'd had sex with
the football team or something, cause that's the way she talked. I
think she had a sickness of some kind, like pathological lying or
something. I'd talked to her a few times and she didn't know anything
about having sex. One of these days I figured somebody, some guy at
school was gonna hear that Katie had said he'd fucked her and decide
to do it for real. That would probably be funny, but not for Katie
maybe.

I really had other things on my mind though, things I wanted to say,
but I had to wait until we were finished and I was walking with
Heather and Debbie alone. Without Jenny. She had to go to a different
class than the three of us did. The school was like that, with
different girls having different schedules. Sometimes we were
together, like in biology, sometimes apart. Heather, Debbie, and me
all had English together after lunch, so we walked together and that
was when I had my chance.

"Hey um, I was wondering if you guys wanted to go to a party on
Friday." I said, feeling sort of nervous about it.

"Sure. What kind of party?" Heather replied quickly, like I figured
she would. She was sort of the adventurous one in our little circle of
friends.

"It's just a little one, I don't know. Some college guys are gonna be
there." I shrugged. "My boyfriend's taking me and he said I could
bring some friends, if I wanted."

"College guys?" Debbie licked her lips and looked at me, holding her
books close to her breasts, mostly because she was self-conscious
about how fast they were growing. I remembered that feeling.

"Yeah. I think so anyway, they'll be older anyhow, not in high school
or anything."

"I'll go, yeah." Heather smiled. "I'm done with high school boys
anyway."

I almost laughed at that, but part of me didn't think it was very
funny. She didn't know what she was talking about, Heather was just
pissed cause her boyfriend, the guy who said he loved her, had dumped
her for a girl his own age. I'd already figured she'd want to go, just
because she thought she had something to prove now.

"I don't know." Debbie made a little face. "I'm not really supposed to
go to parties or anything."

"Well duh!" Heather laughed at her. "None of us are. I'm not telling
my folks anything though. I'll just say I'm going to the movies or
something. I'll say I'm going with you." Heather was grinning. "You
say you're going with me, and it'll be cool."

Heather and Debbie were best friends, like me and Jen, which was the
good thing about inviting them both together. Heather would talk
Debbie into it even if I couldn't. All I had to do was walk quietly
and wait for it to happen.

"What if we get caught though?" Debbie sucked her lips. "I'll get
grounded for like a year or something."

"We ain't gonna get caught." Heather rolled her eyes. "Come on, I
don't wanna go if you don't go, and I wanna go."

"Where's it at?" Debbie asked me and I knew I had her too.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I was working the next night, that was a Tuesday, and I took a taxi to
the hotel Deke had booked for me. Once in awhile a guy would pick me
up at school, a customer, but after the thing was Phil I'd tried to
stop stuff like that. It just seemed too risky and we made a lot of
money anyway just from the fucking, no sense pushing it and Deke had
agreed, reluctantly. So now I usually just walked a few blocks from
school, towards downtown, and there was a 7-11 with a pay phone. I
could afford cabs easy now.

"You ask 'em?" Deke was standing in the room, looking nice in his
expensive two piece suit, sort of a silver color and made of silk, so
it had a real nice sheen. He had a black t-shirt on under the jacket,
and some wingtip shoes. All he needed was a black fedora, I thought,
and he'd be pimpin' in style. Deke always dressed nice.

"Who?" I asked, fixing my face in the bathroom mirror. I was just
teasing him, but he was impatient because my first customer was due in
about 5 minutes.

"Your friends, those girls you told me about." Deke narrowed his eyes
and looked at his watch. "Don't fuck with me."

"Oh, those girls." I said after smacking my pink lips on a bit of
tissue. Bubblegum lipstick, it went well with my pigtails and pink
fingernail polish. I was still wearing my school uniform, because that
was what Deke was selling. Schoolgirl fantasies to old men with
daughters that they couldn't touch at home. But they could touch me
all they wanted.

"Well?" He held out his hands and I could tell Deke was really getting
annoyed.

"Yeah, I mentioned it." I shrugged. "Just relax, okay?"

"So what did they say?" He asked, not paying any attention to my good
advice.

"They said yeah. Of course, god, Heather just wants to lose her cherry
and Debbie..." I made a face. "...she doesn't know what she wants."

"Heh..." Deke nodded and smiled at me. "That's my girl."

"I don't like it though." I told him. "They're my friends."

"So, you know we're gonna be nice. Nobody's gonna do nothin' they
don't wanna do, baby." He'd walked over, standing behind me in the
bathroom and he held me for a minute or two, wrapping his arms around
me and I watched us in the mirror. My big handsome black boyfriend and
his little white schoolgirl. He gave my breasts a gentle squeeze and
kissed my cheek.

"Just make sure, alright?" I stared t his reflection. "If they say
no..."

"Like you did, Sammie?" He grinned and I felt his thickness against my
back as he held me. "I'm gonna be nice to them like I was to you, I
promise. You weren't complainin'"

"Yeah." I sighed softly. "I wasn't."

Still, I didn't like it. Deke had been on me every time I saw him to
introduce him to some of my friends, to give him some opportunity for
expansion, as he liked to call it. But I knew, he just wanted to get
some girls my age, little ninth grade catholic schoolgirls, innocent
and naive and ready to fall in love. Ready to do anything for their
boyfriend, even if it meant fucking strangers in a hotel room
someplace. And Heather and Debbie, what would they do? I didn't have a
clue, I really didn't. They were walking into a trap really, one that
I'd helped set, and if I was really their friend I'd never have done
it.

Sometimes I really didn't like the person I was turning into.

There was a knocking at the door just about then and Deke let me go,
giving me a little pat on my ass. He was happy at least and he waited
until I'd opened the door, after looking through the peephole...no
more surprises for me if I could help it...before making his exit.

"Hi." I smiled at the man, the way I always did, a little shy, a
little demure, and a lot friendly.

"You must be Samantha." The man was tall, maybe 35 years old I
guessed, and a little overweight. Most of them were. But that was
okay. I was getting used to it.

"Uh-huh...I'm sorry I didn't get to change." I looked down at myself,
at my plaid skirt, pleated and reaching just above my knees, my simple
white blouse and loose blue tie, and the royal blue blazer with the
school crest over the pocket. "I came over here right after school."

It was the best, surefire way to get things started, believe me. And
some guys needed that, the nervous ones, the ones who'd never had a
girl like me before. Others knew exactly what they wanted and that was
okay too.

"Oh, I see. Well, that's okay, Samantha. I think you look very nice."
He walked into the room, following me as I led him towards the bed.
Deke had already closed the door behind him and it was locked. "You're
a very beautiful young lady."

"Thank you." I smiled prettily.

"What kind of panties are you wearing?" He sat down on the bed,
watching me.

"White ones." I blushed a little, giggling nervously. "Do you want to
see?" I asked, biting my bottom lip playfully.

"Oh yeah." He nodded. "Let me see what you're wearing, honey."

I lifted up my skirt slowly, pinching the hem between my thumbs and
forefingers, raising it and looking down, just a bit at a time until
he could see the little white thong I was wearing. It was plain, no
lace or anything fancy, but it was tiny, barely covering my sex and
letting a few of my soft blonde pubes curl out around the sides.

"Oh, that's very naughty, Samantha." He grinned at me. "Does your
father know you dress like that?"

"No." I swallowed hard. "He...He'd be mad, I think."

"I think so too. Turn around, let me see the back...Oh, that's very
bad...very, very bad, Samantha."

"I know." I said sadly, avoiding his gaze. I'd turned around slowly
for him, letting him see the firm round globes of my pert little ass,
the thong just a strip of white cloth disappearing between them.

"A naughty girl like you should be spanked, I think."

"Spanked?" I blinked at the man.

"Oh yes, don't you think you deserve a spanking for dressing like
that?"

"Yes." I whispered.

"Come here now, right here...that's it, turn a little...Mmmm...That's
a good girl, lie down over my legs, that's it...Oh you are a naughty
little girl, Samantha."

I was bent over his thighs as he sat there, my skirt pushed up around
my waist, and I felt his hand rubbing my ass gently, giving me little
squeezes. It felt nice and it was a little exciting, a little
different than the usual, and I hadn't been spanked by anyone for as
long as I could remember. Maybe I really did deserve one.

"Now don't say anything, okay?" The man was telling me. "Don't make a
sound, because if you do I'll just have to spank you even
harder...okay?"

"Yes sir." I agreed, having absolutely no idea if we were playing, or
if he was serious. This was new for me, the first genuinely new thing
in a while, and I felt my heart beating faster, my skin flushing
beneath his gaze.

SMACK!

"Ow!" I yelped and my body jerked. He'd slapped my bare ass hard! A
lot harder than I'd expected him to and it had hurt. Not a lot, but
enough that I wasn't sure I wanted to play this game anymore.

"Shhh..." The man shushed me. "I'll let that one go, but no more
warnings."

SMACK!!

He slapped me again and I held my breath, not making a sound.

SMACK!!

And again and again and another after that and every blow from his
heavy palm sent a shiver through, a little explosion of fiery pain,
and it was hard not to make any noise. I wanted to protest, I wanted
to tell him to stop, I wanted to yell and let some of that pain go,
but I didn't.

SMACK!!   SMACK!!   SMACK!!

Over and over he spanked me and I had no way of knowing how many slaps
he'd given me, or how many remained. My ass was on fire now, my skin
burning and I knew my butt was turning red. I was breathing hard,
sucking in air now instead of holding it in. Holding my breath just
made it worse, and exhaling would make noise, so every time the man
spanked me I just sucked a hard breath between my gritted teeth. My
hands were clenched into small fists and my toes pointed down,
dragging on the carpet as my body moved in time with his arm.

The man himself was breathing hard too, and he'd speak occasionally,
but just softly to himself, saying what a beautiful ass I had, how it
was perfect, and so warm beneath his hand. He must have spanked me
thirty times, maybe more, I have no idea really, just that it was a
lot. I was afraid he was going to leave bruises or something and my
head was swimming in pain and fear and something else besides.
Something I didn't understand...pleasure. It didn't feel good, being
spanked like that, my skin felt raw and tender. But inside there was
something else - it did feel good somehow.

I slowly became aware of my pussy and how wet it was. I hadn't even
noticed it before, not until after the man finished, but I was soaked.
I'd been running with juices since the first slap he'd given me
probably, but all I'd felt was that pain. My heart was pounding and my
nipples hurt. They felt cold, ice cold and it was painful. They were
so hard and rubbing braless against the cotton of my blouse, damp with
sweat now. My tummy fluttered the way it does when I'm excited and my
clit burned, matching the fire in my ass, and begging for attention as
I pressed myself against the man, rocking my body just a little back
and forth over his thighs.

My face was red and my eyes wide open when he pulled me up, lifting my
body in his gentle hands, bringing me to my feet and I felt dazed and
dizzy and he was smiling at me.

"Take out my cock now...Take it out..." He sat back, presenting me
with his crotch and I hesitated for a second, trying to focus on where
I was. It was weird. But then I remembered and I bent over, fumbling
with his trousers, unzipping him and reaching inside for his penis. It
was hard as a rock, and not very large, but large enough. I stroked it
slowly, moving the skin back and forth and then knelt carefully,
grimacing slightly at the pain, the weird feeling of my tender skin
being stretched too tight over my ass,

"Yeah suck it, Samantha...Oh you slut, I knew it...You're a bad
girl..."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"He spanked you?" Howard was saying, and he like me to call him Uncle
Howard.

He'd knocked on my door about 45 minutes after my first customer had
left, which was a little early and I wanted to be annoyed with him,
but Uncle Howard was just too nice. We were lying on the freshly made
bed, and believe me I'd gotten quite adept at changing the sheets,
Deke always ordered extras from housekeeping as soon as he got the
room, and he tipped the maids well and not just for the service, but
to forget what was going on. They knew everything about everyone,
believe me.

So we were on the bed, me in my panties, little virgin white bikini
panties that were altogether too flimsy for any practical use, and
Uncle Howard in his big blue boxers with yellow lemons on them. I'd
laughed when he'd undressed and he hadn't minded at all. They'd been a
present from his favorite niece, a beautiful girl of 16 named Janice.
I'd told Uncle Howard he could call me Janice if he wanted, I wouldn't
mind, but he just smiled and kissed my nose. Samantha is a nice name
too, he'd said.

He wanted to hold me as much as anything, and he was a big man. Like a
big soft bear, with hair on his chest and over his shoulders, a deep
two day old shadow on his cheeks and chin, and a thick head of brown
hair. He was twice as big as me, at least, well over six feet tall and
I don't know, big all around, but not totally fat. Just big. I'd been
a little nervous at first; til I figured out that Uncle Howard was a
teddy bear of a man. And he held me, kissing me and talking about my
school, and what I liked. We spent twenty minutes talking about horses
of all things. Howard knew a lot about them, all I knew was I wanted
one someday.

Uncle Howard played with my breasts, a little. Massaging me so gently
I might have imagined it. He touched my sex too, but shyly, through my
panties and I blushed when I spread my legs for him, only because he
really hadn't wanted me to. I'd just assumed, you know, that he wanted
me that way, but he didn't. As we sat there though, me cradled in his
big hairy arms, I kept fidgeting and I couldn't help it. My butt was
still sore from my first customer. He'd tanned me good and it was hard
sitting one particular way for too long.

When Uncle Howard had asked me what was wrong I'd told him that my
daddy had spanked my butt for being naughty.

"Yeah." I nodded, responding to Uncle Howard's question. "Wanna see?
Is it very red?" I didn't wait for an answer; I was turning around for
him, pulling the back of my panties down so he could see my butt.

"I guess he spanked you good, Samantha." Uncle Howard nodded. "It's
pretty red, yeah."

"It hurts." I frowned a little, straining to look over my shoulder as
if I might see the damage for myself.

"I'll bet it does." Uncle Howard sighed. "And I'll bet you weren't
even that naughty, were you?" He was pulling me close to him again,
kissing my hair and stroking my arm. "A girl like you doesn't ever
deserve a spanking."

I smiled at that and curled up against his chest, putting my left leg
over his. I ran my fingers through the soft hair on his chest and it
just felt so good like that. Just being held and loved, I mean it's a
dumb word for a prostitute to use maybe, but that's what he was doing.
He was loving me. His hands touched me, yeah, a little bit. But he
wasn't all that interested in any particular part of my body. He'd
touched me just to satisfy some curiosity or something, nothing more
than that.

"You know, in Sweden it's against the law to spank a girl on Sundays."
Uncle Howard said seriously.

"What?" I giggled at him.

"No, it's true. And in Iceland you can spank a girl on Sundays, but
only after supper." He stroked my hair, which was loose now, falling
around my shoulders.

"That's not true, is it?" I grinned at him.

"I don't know, but if it isn't, it should be." He ran a finger along
my ribs, down to my waist and then along my hip.

"Mmmmm...A lot of stuff should be true." I told him.

"Like what?" Uncle Howard stroked my thigh gently, my leg bent over
his so he could reach from my knee to my hip.

"Mmmm...Like the tooth fairy." I giggled. "Or um, the Easter Bunny and
leprechauns and wishing on stars."

Uncle Howard just laughed at me. "Wishing on stars, yeah, definitely.
What would you wish for?"

"Seriously?" I looked up into his warm brown eyes. "You mean me?"

"Yeah you, Samantha. What would you wish for?" Uncle Howard asked, and
his soft voice stroked me like a kitten.

I bit my lip, blinking a few times as I thought about it, knowing
exactly what I'd wish for, but not really wanting to share. Not even
with Uncle Howard.

"I'd wish you really are my uncle." I told him, and that wasn't all
that bad a wish either.

"Me too." Uncle Howard nodded, his face happy. And he held me like
that, talking about everything and nothing until our time was up.
Uncle Howard hadn't wanted to have sex with me at all, nor even with
his niece, I don't think. He just wanted to hold her and I figured
Janice was either really lucky, or more probably she had no idea what
she was missing. And that made me a little sad for both of them.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

The last guy on my dance card was more typical, he was in town on
business and all he wanted was a good quick fix of whatever he
couldn't get from his wife back home. Mostly that was a lot of oral to
get him ready, and some pretty hard anal to finish him off.

"That's enough...get your ass over here now, face down..." He was
pushing me down on the bed, kneeling with my face down on the
mattress, so my ass was nice and high. "What a sweet pink ass you got,
kid...Looks like you got a little spanking, eh? Daddy catch you
sucking off the mailman?"

He chuckled and I just wiggled my butt, wanting to get him in and out.
It was almost ten and I was ready to go home and sleep, after I soaked
in my bathtub for an hour.

"Lemme give it a little kiss, huh..." I felt his mouth on my ass, his
fingers digging into my tender cheeks, spreading me wide open for his
tongue. I didn't mind that at all, I loved getting my ass licked and I
was surprised by how many guys wanted to do it. Even the jerks, like
this guy. He licked my ass for a good five minutes, maybe ten, and I
was rubbing my clit the whole time, moaning into the pillows as I came
close to finally getting myself off, but it wasn't happening.

I don't know why it works like that. Sometimes I can cum endlessly, I
mean one after another after another, for no really good reason at
all. It just happens regardless of good sex or bad sex. But other
times, like right then, I could do everything I could think of, be
with the best lover in the world, and be totally in the mood...and
nothing. I'd get close and then I wouldn't cum for some reason. It was
totally frustrating and I didn't understand it at all. But even so, it
still wasn't awful, I mean I still felt good, but not as good as I
wanted to. That was the issue...frustration.

This guy didn't suffer from that though; he'd already cum twice in my
mouth. He loved getting sucked and my jaws ached. I was tired by the
time he'd had enough. His cock was nice sized too, like seven inches
maybe, and sorta bent to the left, which was odd but interesting for a
little while. He'd wanted to see me swallow too, so I'd had to suck
him off and hold as much of his cum in my mouth as I could, then sit
back and open up for him, so he could see his milky sperm on my
tongue. Then he'd say okay and I'd swallow it down for him. He loved
that for some reason.

I'd already put a condom on him and used a little bit of lube on his
cock, but I wished he'd used some on my ass for me too. I could have
suggested it I suppose, but it was going to be okay, I hoped. He'd
eaten my asshole out pretty good, really sticking his tongue inside as
he loosened me up, so I'd be okay. I didn't get ass fucked every
night, but I got it enough. I think maybe one out of every five guys
wanted it, or maybe I should say asked for it. Some guys wanted it
bad, I knew, but they were too shy or something to tell me, which I
didn't really understand. And anyway, I wasn't going to offer my ass
to anyone. If a guy wanted anal sex he had to bring the subject up,
not me!

"Oh baby, I love your ass..." He was behind me, rubbing his cock over
my anus and I heard him spitting softly and a second later felt his
saliva landing on my little rosebud. "...Relax now...Give me that fine
little ass of yours...I wanna take some home with me..."

I giggled at that, but then I gasped and arched my back as he pushed
his thick cock inside me forcefully, not relenting one little bit
until he was all the way inside. It burned too, the way it always did
because I wasn't roomy back there at all. I was tight as hell every
time. It hurt and I was groaning into the bed, making muffled sounds
of protest, but he wasn't stopping and finally the pain stopped...Or
at least eased up a little. It wouldn't go away for a long time, I
knew that.

He fucked me hard, just because he was a jerk, and there wasn't
anything I could do about that. The nice guys, they took it slow in
the beginning, wanting it to be nice for both of us. But this guy, he
just wanted to fuck me hard, that was his thing. Some girl someplace
had hurt his feelings once, or maybe his mommy hadn't breast fed him
enough, I don't know. All I knew was that he probably hadn't done this
to his wife more than once, if that many times, or he'd have woken up
missing something the next morning. And that thought comforted me as I
rocked beneath him, moving my ass the way he liked, fucking myself on
his cock even though it was really uncomfortable, because that's what
he was paying for.

When he finally came it was good for both of us. He slammed his cock
home so hard I just about screamed, but that flash of pain disappeared
as he held himself there, his cock spasming deep inside my sore
rectum. I relaxed a little then, blowing hot air out of my lungs and
licking my lips. My mouth was dry and I wanted something cold and wet
to drink. My body was hot all over and I was a little excited, a
little turned on because it hadn't been an awful fuck by any means,
just not a really good one.

"Damn, that was sweet, kid." The guy said, resting on top of me,
kissing my shoulder. "You got the best fucking ass I ever had."

"Good." I giggled, just happy he was done.

"You really just fifteen?"

"Yeah." I nodded weakly. "Almost fifteen and half."

"Shit." He started pulling his cock out slow. "You're old man must be
proud of you, eh?"

"What?" I asked him, not bothering to open my eyes.

"I got a little girl just about as pretty as you. She's almost
sixteen, her birthday's next month. If I ever found out she was doing
this shit, I'd kill her." He laughed and spanked my ass lightly.
"She's a good kid though, real smart...not like you."

I didn't say anything, I just rolled over slowly, watching the guy
peel off his condom and toss it on the bed near my foot. He got
dressed, not saying anything more until he was ready to go. Then he
opened his wallet, pulling out a fifty and he licked it, slapping it
wetly on my thigh with a grin.

"That's for you, Sam. You're a great little fuck, I'll look you up
next time I'm in town, maybe."

"Thanks." I said, just laying there, watching him leave.



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End of chapter six

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Note: for those who care, this is called filler, which advances the
plot only barely, but serves to remind us of the characters'
circumstances in preparation for the chapters which follow. It's also
a breather after the emotional peak at the end of the previous
chapter. Seven and eight and maybe nine will be one long chapter,
split up into 5 k chunks in keeping with the chapter lengths
established. So I might miss a day of posting as I want to post them
simultaneously. Just a heads up. Thanks -rr

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