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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, Incest Role-play (F/d)

Note: This is the ninth chapter in a multi-chapter story and so you
should read the first 8 chapters first, or I fear this will make
little sense plot-wise. -rr

Daddy's Little Whore
by rache

Chapter Nine - About Love


Mmmmmm...It was nice. It was warm and soft and quiet. I felt arms
around me, Deke's arms, and his chest was against my back. I just
sighed happily, feeling his cock hard and trapped between my thighs,
like it had been sleeping there all night, the shaft rubbing my pussy
while I slept; and I moved, just a little, because it felt good. And I
remembered...

And then I remembered everything.

"You jerk!" I sat up suddenly, hitting Deke's chest with my hand,
slapping him hard. "You fucking ass!"

"Hey!" Deke woke up quick then and he blinked at me for a second.

"You lied to me!" I hit him again and then again, but he caught my arm
quickly in his strong fist.

"Crazy bitch, what are you doing?" He stared at me, holding my wrist
tight while I glared at him.

"You lied to me. What'd you give us last night? What was that shit?" I
struggled a little, but he wasn't letting me go, if anything he was
pulling me closer.

"It was just a little X baby, that's all. It didn't fuck you up." He
was trying to stay cool, not wanting to get mad, and that self-control
pissed me off even more.

"I told you no bullshit, remember? You promised me, you liar!"

"I didn't lie, I didn't do anything. All that shit did was relax you a
bit, that's all. It didn't make you do any crazy shit you didn't wanna
do anyway."

"Ha!" I stared at him, shaking my head. "I fucked everybody, what are
you talking about? And my friends, they were on the floor, Deke,
fucking on the floor with your friends!"

"Yeah, so?" He shrugged. "That was them..."

"That wasn't them..." I shook my head.

"...that was you too, Sammie...."

"They're virgins, they never did that stuff. It wasn't right...and me
and Debbie..."

"...They were doin' it cause they wanted to, that's all. I fucked that
Debbie bitch myself, and she wanted it baby, trust me. It wasn't the
ecstasy, that was all her."

"It was the drugs, the champagne. It wasn't me. No way." I didn't want
to believe that.

I'd been fucked by all of them, I was pretty sure. I remembered every
little detail. I remembered how Debbie had been gangbanged, one guy
after another, just getting on top of her, fucking her until they
came. And Heather, she'd moved from one guy to the next, riding their
cocks while they played Xbox, for Christ's sake. She'd done all of
them too. It couldn't have been us, not me. I wasn't like that. And
not Heather or Debbie. They'd been virgins after all.

"Come here, Sammie, you got me all woke up now..." He was smiling and
he was pulling my hand down to his big black cock.

"You don't go from zero to gangbanging in three hours by yourself,
Deke." I said, licking my lips. I felt his penis, hot and hard and I
wrapped my fingers around it.

"Some bitches do." He smiled, pulling me down so he could hold me.
"You black out last night?"

"No." I answered softly.

"You get sick or anything? You got a headache? Little tummy-ache?" He
asked, kissing my face as I let him pull me to his body, my hand
stroking his cock slowly.

"No, I don't." I frowned.

"We didn't give you any crazy shit, Sam." He told me reasonably. "All
that stuff did was let you do what you wanted, that's all. It just set
you free and what you did was what was in your head."

I didn't know if I believed him or not, but I wanted to, sort of. I
wanted to trust him. But I didn't want to believe that I'd really
wanted to fuck all those guys like I had. That seemed kind of bad, and
blaming it on the ecstasy seemed like a good excuse to me. But it
hadn't been a date rape or anything, not really. I hadn't blacked out,
or passed out. I'd known exactly what I'd been doing. But even if it
were true, and part of me thought it was, were my two friends really
supposed to believe that they hadn't been raped? Debbie especially,
God she was so totally innocent. She'd probably never even jerked her
clit before last night. She'd wake up screaming bloody murder,
probably.

"Where's my friends?" I asked Deke.

"Get a rubber, baby...there on the nightstand." He pointed. We were in
his parents' bed, in a huge beautiful bedroom. All it needed was a
mirror on the ceiling and it would have been perfect.

"Where's Deb and Heather?" I repeated, reaching over and grabbing a
packet.

"They're sleeping." Deke smiled, watching as I rolled the latex down
his cock slowly, it was a tight fit. "Mikey took a real liking to
Debbie. She likes him too."

"Yeah?" I said, but I was concentrating on getting Deke's cock inside
me. I had to a pee, but it could wait. My pussy was soaked from the
way it had been rubbing me while we'd slept, or at least that's my
excuse.

"Uh-huh...Mmmm...Shit, girl you're still...uhg...tight!" He grinned at
me, putting his hands on my hips as I straddled him, my legs spread
outside his muscular thighs, and I sank down slowly, making little
faces as he stretched me all over again.

"What about Heather?" I asked him, leaning forward and putting my
small hands on Deke's chest, rocking myself slowly, working my ass in
a little circle.

"That bitch?" Deke chuckled.

"What?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Nothing." He stuck out his bottom lip a little. "She likes everybody
though; last I saw she was between Eddie and VJ, making a happy
sandwich."

"A happy sandwich?" I giggled despite myself and then I groaned as
Deke's cock touched bottom, making my nipples pop hard.

"You know, like a Oreo, baby." He squeezed my waist and pulled me down
a little, and it hurt just a bit, but I wanted it and Deke knew it.

"The same time?" I smiled. "She's tiny."

"Like you're not?" He laughed at me and moved a hand behind my butt,
rubbing his finger over my anus, which was puckered tight since my
pussy was stuffed with cock. "I bet you could do it, baby."

"Not with you, Deke." I shook my head. "Maybe a couple smaller
guys...Ughhhh...." I bit my lips as he went all the way in finally,
and I sat flush against his pelvis, with 12 inches of hard black cock
inside my belly. And I really had to pee then, but now I was stuck.

"You're friends are cool." Deke told me. "Don't you worry bout them
none, okay?" He watched me nod. "Promise me."

"I...Promise..." I said and then I just closed my eyes because I was
cumming good.

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

"Hey, Sam." Heather smiled at me when I walked into Deke's kitchen.
She was eating some toast and wearing a big sweat shirt and looking
like she just rolled out of bed.

"Uh, hi." I blinked at her. "How are you doing?"

"I was starving!" She laughed. "I ate like half a loaf of bread
already. You want some? There's like ten different kinds of jams
here." And there were a lot of open jars around her as she sat on the
kitchen counter, the toaster sitting next to her. She must have been
sampling them all.

"No, I mean about last night..." I didn't know what I wanted to ask.

"That was a trip, wasn't it? God!" She giggled and blushed, just a
little. "That champagne and that pill, whatever that was..."

"You're not mad or anything?" I asked her finally, making it sound
like she should be.

"Me?" Heather shrugged. "No. I mean it was weird waking up cause I
forgot where I was at first, but VJ was right there and so..." She
grinned at me. "What?"

"Nothing." I shook my head.

"I think I love him." Heather nodded, talking with a mouthful of
toast.

"Who?" I asked her.

"VJ...Who else?" She laughed. "God he's so sweet. You know what VJ
stands for?"

"What?" I asked, laughing just because she was so happy.

"Very Jentle." Heather giggled, spitting a little red jelly on her
thigh. "Except he spells it with a J, you know? Jentle." She spelled
it out.

"Uhhhh okay." I rolled my eyes.

"Isn't that sweet?" Heather scooped up the jelly and plopped it into
her mouth, sucking her finger clean. "His brother's nice too."

"Yeah, I know. Where are they?" I asked. I'd just gotten out of the
shower and Deke was still in it. Heather was the only person I'd seen,
but I hadn't looked very hard either.

"Ummm...Michael's with Debbie, in the hot tub. I think they slept in
it." She grinned at me. "Eddie's sleeping, VJ too, God! We had sex all
night! And the other guys, I don't know." She looked around and then
shrugged. "Maybe they had to go to work or something."

"I doubt it." I said, thinking it more likely they were out scoring
some dope or robbing somebody, or...But then I realized they weren't
that bad. Not as bad as I'd thought, maybe.

"So you're okay then?" I asked her one more time.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Pretty sore though." Heather made a face. "I didn't
think it would hurt that much. That was a great party though, Sam,
really great. You shoulda brought Jen."

"Maybe next time." I said, walking out of the kitchen and wondering if
Heather was really okay, or if she was high on something.

I walked around in my bathrobe, actually Deke's mom's bathrobe I
think, and most of the guys were gone apparently. I opened a bedroom
door and found VJ and his brother Eddie, sleeping loudly, just like
Heather had told me. Deke was getting dressed when I passed by that
room and he smiled at me. I smiled back and kept going, down the
stairs and back to the scene of the crime. The recreation room. It
looked pretty trashed. Empty bottles, stains everywhere, used rubbers
laying on the carpet. Yech! But outside I saw Debbie finally; just her
head above the Jacuzzi, and Michael was sitting next to her.

I walked outside and it was nice day, still warm even though summer
was pretty much over. It was almost noon and the sun was high in the
sky. It would be a good day just to lounge around, I thought.

"Hi." I smiled at Debbie, but I was afraid to look into her eyes.

"Hey Sammie." Michael smiled at me. He had his arm around Debbie and
they were both naked, so far as I could tell.

"Hi Sam." Debbie said, licking her lips. It was awkward because we
both remembered how we'd kissed the night before.

"How um, how are you doing?" I asked her. "You feel okay?"

"Yeah." Debbie smiled, but she wasn't looking for my eyes either and I
knew sooner or later we'd have to talk about what had happened, I
could feel it.

"Okay." I nodded, just standing there.

"You want to get in Sam?" Michael grinned at me. "Lots of room, the
water's warm."

"Oh, um...No thanks." I glanced back at the doors. "I have to go to
work. You know."

"Oh, right." Michael nodded.

"Work? Where do you work at?" Debbie asked me.

"Shhh...Come here, baby...I got some work for you..." Michael smiled,
pulling Debbie around so she could straddle his lap.

"Ohhh...You do?" She giggled. "Is it...Hard work?"

"Oh yeah, baby...But you gonna do it easy..." Michael kissed her on
the mouth and I suddenly felt out of place watching them.

"Mmmm...I love you, Michael." Debbie whispered, just loud enough so I
could hear her as I walked past.

=-=-=-=-=-=

"Well, congratulations." I said, a little sarcastically as I got
dressed.

I was wearing one of Deke's old t-shirts and I pulled on a big baggy
pair of sweat pants that Deke must have worn when he was in high
school, but they were way too big and I had to pull that drawstring
tight around my waist.

"What?" Deke looked at me, looking pretty sharp in his olive suit. I
wondered how many he had, a whole rainbow full of them I'd bet.

"I guess you were right. Heather's in love with VJ, which stands for
Very Jentle by the way..." I rolled my eyes, "...and Debbie's fucking
Michael in the hot tub, whispering sweet nothings in his ear."

Deke chuckled and then caught my look. "So? What's wrong with that?"

"They think they're in love." I shook my head.

"Maybe they are." Deke shrugged. "Come on, we need to get it going.
You got a guy in..." he looked at his watch, "...forty minutes and we
ain't even checked in yet."

"God." I sighed, following Deke out of the bedroom. "I don't feel like
it, Deke."

"Don't feel like it?" He laughed. "You got the best fuckin' job in the
world, and you don't feel like it? Shit."

"Probably some jerk who just wants to fuck me in the ass." I muttered.

"Could be. Come on, we're late. This sleepin' in shit is killin' us."

"I'm hungry too." I pouted.

"Get some room service; you can eat while he fucks you." Deke laughed
at that and I groaned.

"Yeah right." I seriously didn't feel like having sex with anyone
right then, not a stranger for sure. But I didn't have a choice. It
was Saturday, my long day, and I had six dates lined up, from noon til
whenever the last guy quit. "Nobody paid for all night, did they?"

"Yeah, the last guy, what'd you expect?" Deke was opening the car door
for me. "You know the last guy is gonna be a long one, baby. It's
Saturday."

"Yeah." I climbed in the car and Deke closed the door. "I gotta call
my dad."

"What?" Deke was opening his door and getting in.

"Let me use your phone, I gotta call my dad."

"Just call him from the hotel."

"No, I gotta call him now." I said.

"Shit." Deke reached into his jacket and pulled out his celphone,
handing it to me with a look. "This ain't gonna be a problem, is it?"

"No." I shook my head.

"Okay." He started the car and we were on our way. I had a suitcase
full of clothes in the trunk of Deke's car, some makeup too. And
condoms, and lube, and some little toys to play with. All the stuff I
needed to sell myself to the sort of men who would buy a 15 year old
girl.

"Hi, Daddy." I said into the phone, glancing at Deke who was keeping
his eyes on the road.

"Hey Samantha, where are you?" He sounded kind of annoyed, as he
should have been, I suppose.

"I'm with some friends, Heather and Debbie. We're going horseback
riding, remember?"

"Riding?" I could picture him rubbing his jaw.

"Yeah, I told you like a week ago. We're going to those stables out in
Marysville." I lied.

"Uh, I don't remember that conversation."

I forced myself to laugh. "Just don't forget the one about buying me a
pony, okay?"

"No, I don't think I'll forget that one anytime soon." He said, but
definitely not laughing. He cleared his throat.

"I'm gonna ask about boarding a horse, okay?"

"I said I'd think about it."

"Just asking, Daddy, come on!" I giggled.

"Mmmm...What time are you going to be home?"

"Late I think. Hold on I'll ask Heather's dad." I covered the phone,
but not too much. "What time do you think we'll be done?"

"Oh, pretty late." Deke said with a smile, but he knew better than to
laugh.

"Yeah, pretty late Daddy. Maybe I'll sleep over at Heather's is that
okay?"

"Heather..."

"You remember, she's in my class at school. Kinda short, brown hair.
Really cute."

"Uh, not really." My dad had met her like once, for 30 seconds at an
open house at the school.

"Well, I'll call you later, okay?"

"You better. I don't like these surprises." He tried to sound stern.

"It isn't a surprise, Daddy. I told you! You're just getting old. What
are you eating today?" I had a good method of distracting him.

"Ummm..."

"No McDonald's, alright? There's that chunky soup you like in the
cupboard, eat that. It's better than fast food anyway."

"Okay, yeah..." He sighed.

"I mean it Dad, no junk stuff. Did you take your vitamins?" I
demanded.

"Yes, yes...Hey, Samantha..."

"What?"

"You're nagging me." He chuckled softly.

I laughed at that. "Sorry Daddy. I'll call you, okay? I gotta go. Love
you."

"I love you too. Don't break your butt falling off a horse."

"I won't!" I promised, thumbing the off switch.

I held Deke's phone, frowning at what I'd just done. I missed my dad
right then and I'd have given just about anything to be going home to
him, rather than going to a hotel room with Deke.

"Shit, girl, you lie to me like that?" Deke laughed at me. "You almost
had me believing you."

"Should I?" I looked at him, not finding it funny that I'd just told
about ten lies to the only person in the world who really cared about
me.

"Nope." Deke shook his head. "I'm the only person you ain't got to lie
to." And he was probably right about that, which just made me feel
worse than I already did.

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

"Oh yeah, Daddy!" I moaned, wrapping my legs around the man's waist.
"Fuck me good...fuck me like you fuck mommy...Ohhh God Daddy!!"

"Uhhh yeah, Princess, tell Daddy what you like..." He was on top of
me, smiling down into my face as he pushed and pulled his hard cock
from my greasy sex. I was soaked down there, wet and hot and loving
every second of it.

"I love your cock...Daddy...It's so big...Fuck me, Daddy...I wanna cum
on your big cock..." I was moaning and I closed my eyes, imagining
that this guy from Detroit really was my Daddy, that he was finally
giving me what I most wanted. That he was taking me as a man takes his
wife, making love to me in our marriage bed.

"Shoot...I'm gonna cum, sweetie...Daddy's gonna cum...."

"Oh no! Not...yet!" I gasped. "I wanna cum...too! Oh, Daddy...make me
cum first...please! Make me cum..." And I wasn't just acting, I was
close. We'd been fucking for only ten minutes or so and I was just
getting into it finally, I was close, I was fucking my Daddy hard. If
he'd just hold off for another minute...half a minute...

"Ahhh...ah fuck....yeah....oh sweetie...Princes....uhhhh..." He
collapsed on top of me, his penis flexing inside my cunt as I
struggled to get myself off with him, but it was over now. I wasn't
going to cum, not with this guy. Not right then.

"Ohhh Daddy..." I sighed, sucking my top lip while I waited for him to
catch his breath, to get off of me.

"That was good...really good..." The man said, rolling over, all red
faced and huffing like a little steam engine.

"Here, let me clean you up..." I said, getting off the bed and going
to the bathroom for a washcloth, running warm water over it for a
second. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, flushed and a
little tired looking, my makeup was smeared, but I didn't wear very
much anyway. I just looked at myself, wondering if my dad would ever
see me this way, hot and sweaty after sex with him.

"Hmmm you're a sweet little girl, Samantha." The man smiled, watching
as I unrolled his condom and then washed his cock and balls gently.

I just smiled up at him. "Do you want me to suck it now, Daddy?"

"Oh yeah, Princess...Get Daddy hard again." He nodded.

He was my third customer of the day and it was getting close to dinner
time. I hadn't had much of a lunch, just a quick burger from a drive-
thru. This guy's name was Paul, but he just wanted me to call him
Daddy, and I was fine with that. More than fine because he sort of
reminded me of my dad, but mostly because he called me Princess, and
because his hair was the same shade of brown as my dad's.

I took his penis in my mouth, it was soft and flaccid, and I sucked it
gently, drawing most of it into my mouth and just working my tongue
around it, making it feel good for him. I wondered sometimes just what
that felt like for a guy, whether it felt like my pussy did when
someone was really mouthing me nice, like pushing his tongue inside
and just gently sucking on my cunt, my labia and all that. Or if it
felt different. I guess it must have, since it wasn't quite the same
thing.

Hmm, the thoughts you have while you're waiting for a guy to get hard.
I sucked him though, doing it nice, and he was enjoying it, even if it
was going to take the man a few minutes. He was older, around fifty
probably, but he had a nice face, warm eyes. I moved my mouth down to
his balls, licking them while I held his cock in my hand, not really
stroking him, just squeezing lightly. I took one of his balls in my
mouth, rolling it around, washing it with my tongue, and then the
other, doing it the same way.

I didn't mind, I liked giving oral a lot now. Not as much as fucking,
but more than anal sex. I didn't think I'd ever really be into that.
And I was getting good at sucking cock, which always sounds like a bad
thing. Sucking cock. Cock sucker. But that's what I was, and what I
was doing, so...Insert shrug.

I sucked cock and I was good at it, as my newest Daddy was finding
out. He was getting hard again finally and I took his cock back in my
mouth, moving my tight lips along the shaft slowly, tickling him with
my tongue. Up and down, just bobbing my head nice and slow. Every now
and then I'd pull my lips to the head, right to the tip with a wet
kissing sound and I'd swallow all the spit and precum in my mouth.

And sometimes I'd get sloppy with it, depending on my mood and what
Daddy liked. I'd suck him for awhile and then instead of swallowing,
I'd pull my mouth up and let all those juices run from my lips over
his cockhead, using my hands to smear it around, getting his cock nice
and wet and slippery. Saliva and precum mixing into a light bubbly
froth and running down the shaft, down to his balls. I'd let it run
down my chin too, dripping onto my breasts if I was kneeling for him.
I'd get nice and sloppy with daddy then, taking his cock and rubbing
it over my tits, playing the wet head over my hard nipples, stroking
him and pressing Daddy's thick hot penis to my body.

I'd squeeze my 15 year old boobs together, trapping Daddy's cock
between the, covering it with my hands and moving my whole body up and
down. Opening my mouth to dribble my own warm spit over the ruddy head
as it pressed up, touching my chin if it was long enough, or I'd stick
out my tongue, lapping at it playfully. A lot of my Daddy's loved
that, because mommies didn't know how, or maybe they just forgot. I'd
never forget, because I was Daddy's little girl, his special girl, the
one who would do everything mommy wouldn't. And I'd never tell on
Daddy. I'd love him forever, no matter what he did.

Sometimes Daddy would cum in my mouth, holding my head in his big
hands and grunting, all hunched over as his heavy balls spewed their
incestuous load down my throat. He'd hold me so tight, making me choke
and gag, and cough painfully, and I'd be red-faced and crying when he
was done, but I'd forgive him. I'd thank him for giving me his cock
and especially his sperm, the sperm that made me. I'd tell him how
good it felt in my tummy, all warm down there. I loved eating my
Daddy's sperm and mostly my Daddy's would love me back. Telling me
they were sorry they'd done it that way, but they couldn't help it. I
was too beautiful and too sexy and too precious to them. They went a
little crazy when they were close to me, touching and loving me.

I understood that more than they could ever know. I felt the same way.
When I was close to my Daddy, my real Daddy I'd say, sharing secrets
in the dim light, I felt the same way. I was crazy about him. I didn't
want to be his daughter; I wanted to be his lover. I wanted to be his
wife and have his baby. I really wanted that, I'd say, my eyes shining
brightly blue. I wanted to feel my Daddy's cock inside me, his
sperm...the sperm that made me 15 years before...I wanted it in my
womb. Making a daughter for me to love, a sister for me to feed with
my swollen breasts. I wanted to give him a son he could be proud of. I
wanted to feel my tummy swell and the life growing inside me. Our
life, my Daddy's and mine.

That was why I was there, sucking Paul's cock on that lonely anonymous
bed.

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

"I don't want to know anything about it." I took a bite of my salad. I
had an hour til my next customer and I was starving. Luckily the food
at the Marriott was pretty good and I'd ordered two chef salads just
for me. Deke was eating a club sandwich, and that looked good too,
actually.

"Okay, whatever." Deke shrugged. He'd started talking about Debbie and
Heather and what he was going to do with them, how he was going to
move them along so they'd hook for him after school like I did.

"And I don't want them to know anything about me, okay? I mean it;
just keep it all secret, so we don't know anything about anything." I
told him.

"Yeah, that's a good idea." Deke agreed, but for the wrong reasons. He
was thinking of protecting his little escort empire, I was thinking of
my guilt.

I couldn't believe I'd actually brought Heather and Debbie into this.
I'd done it thinking that it wouldn't work probably; at least that's
how it seemed to me at the time. They'd meet Deke and his friends and
be so frightened, or turned off, or just shocked that they'd never do
anything. I hadn't imagined they'd actually have sex, not right away
like that. And when they did, well, I was sure they'd be mad. I'd been
mad, hadn't I? I'd woken up pissed, why hadn't they?

There was something wrong with me, I thought. Or maybe I thought too
much, and that was what was wrong. And that made me laugh so that I
choked on a bit of cucumber and I blinked back the sudden tears it
brought to my eyes.

"You okay? Eat slower, you got time." Deke smiled at me.

"Yeah." I swallowed hard.

"You remember when you said you loved me?" I asked him. "Did you mean
that?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "I do love you."

"Do you want to marry me?" I picked at my salad.

"Are you asking me?" Deke laughed.

"No, I just mean...what? I mean, you say you love me, but I'm fucking
all these guys. So I'm just trying to figure out what we have here."

"Well, I ain't gonna marry you." He told me. "And fuckin' is just
fuckin', it don't mean a thing long as we get the money."

"So sex for money's okay, but if I fucked a guy just for fun..." I
stared at him, "...you'd be jealous?"

"You're my bitch, Sam. You don't fuck for fun, not without my say so."
He stared back and he meant it.

"Would you hurt me, Deke?" I asked him softly.

"Eat your dinner." He said, and he wasn't going to say any more, so I
dropped it.

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

The last guy, my all nighter, which means he'd paid to keep from eight
that night til six in the morning, was going to be a problem.

"Hi Daddy!" I hugged him as soon as the door opened, wrapping my arms
around his neck and lifting my feet off the floor.

His real name was Larry something or other, and this was our fourth
date in the last two months. I knew exactly what he liked, which was
basically that I totally role-play his loving daughter. Not too
aggressive sexually, kind of the shy innocent type, but really nasty
and willing to do anything he wanted in bed.

It was a good fantasy and I liked it a lot, and he wasn't a bad guy at
all. He was in his forties, tall and thin, unlike a lot of guys, with
greying black hair and a nice smile. He was really sweet too, always
gentle and very loving. He wanted to make me feel good every time we
were together and I'd had some great cums with him.

None of that was the problem. It was the flowers in his hand that I
didn't like. Roses of all things, a dozen long stemmed roses wrapped
in baby's breath, which were not the sort of flowers you gave to your
daughter. Or your whore.

"You don't have to call me that yet, Samantha." He said, after he'd
hugged me back and let me kiss his cheek. He put me down gently. "I
brought you some flowers."

"Oh." I smiled, but not quite understanding him. I was wearing a soft
flannel baby-T that covered my breasts, but left my tummy exposed. It
was white with red hearts on it. Down lower I wore a pair of panties,
pink ones like my lipstick, with a little brown teddy bear embroidered
on the crotch. They were seriously cute and I'd gotten them at Sears,
in the girls' underwear section. I tended to do a lot of clothes
shopping there, looking for preteen bargains that would fit my teenage
body.

"Do you like them?" He smiled hopefully.

"Well, yeah." I giggled. "Of course I do, thank you!" I stood tiptoe
and gave him another kiss, wondering what I supposed to do with roses.
But it was sorta nice, nobody had ever given me flowers before.

"Good." He let out a sigh like he'd been holding his breath. "I um, I
got you something else too, just because..." He cleared his throat.
"...Because you're very special, Samantha. I like you a lot." He
reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a box, maybe 6 inches
long, not to wide or thick, covered in black velvet.

"What's this?" I looked at it in my hands as he handed it to me.
"What's is this, Daddy?" I set my flowers down on the bed and bit my
bottom lip gently, wondering what was going on.

"No," he laughed, "just call me Larry, it's okay."

"But I like calling you Daddy." I smiled at him, and I wasn't lying. I
didn't want to call him by his name, like we were real people.

"Uh, okay um...Open it." He smiled, clearly excited as I opened the
box slowly and I blinked at the gold and diamond tennis bracelet
inside. It was beautiful, and it must have cost him a fortune if...

"Those aren't really..."

"Diamonds, yeah." He nodded eagerly. "Eighteen carat gold too. Try it
on, here, I'll help you."

"No." I licked my lips, closing the box. "I can't take this." I looked
at him. "You need to give this to somebody else, not me. Okay?"

"But there is nobody else." He said. "I love you, Samantha."


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