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Daddy's Little Whore
Copyright 2006-2009 Rachael Ross all rights reserved -- Adults Only --
Fiction

Synopsis and codes in chapter one. Can't find it? Look here:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm
There are 12 chapters total and if you wish to complain, my email is
rache696@yahoo.com

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Daddy's Little Whore
By rache

Chapter Two: All Grown Up



"Hi Daddy!" I'd just finished setting the table when he came home from
work and I gave him a cheerful smile.

"Hey, Princess. It smells good in here." He gave me a little hug and I
offered him my cheek so he could kiss it.

"I made some pork chops," I smiled at him. "It's just Shake 'n Bake."

"Not when you cook it, Samantha." My dad slapped my butt with a grin
and left the kitchen, going upstairs to change.

"Ten minutes, Daddy!" I called after him.

Our life had been like that for a long time. I don't know exactly when
I'd started doing all the cooking, but I'd been young. I liked doing
it. I really liked taking care of my dad and I liked the way he always
appreciated it, not going overboard or anything, but just in the
little ways. The way he kissed my cheek or the way he was never too
busy to talk to me. He gave me all the attention I wanted and it made
me feel good.

I'd tried to explain that to Deke a bunch of times, but he didn't get
it. He'd grown up with two parents who both worked. Upper-middle class
African-Americans making good and making careers. I didn't know much
else about them though, he never really opened up to me that way, even
though we'd been going out for a couple weeks.

And when we went out it was always me calling him and almost begging
for it really. That sounds bad, I know, but I was in love with his
cock. I knew better than to fall in love with him, and he never really
played up all the romance stuff anyway. If anything Deke turned it way
down when we were together, but that just made me want it more. I
didn't want to love the man, but if he'd loved me I think I would have
felt better, or at least understood him better. It was irritating that
he had some weird kind of power over me that I couldn't figure out.

I hadn't even been to Deke's place yet. We always did it in his car,
sometimes just around the corner from my house. Like I'd call and ask
and beg him to pick me up and he'd say he was busy, or working, or
whatever. But I'd keep bugging him until he'd come over and I'd say I
was running to Jen's house for a bit, but I'd run outside, jump in
Deke's car and just three minutes later we'd be parked and I'd be
sucking that huge cock of his, or he'd be stretching my little fifteen-
year-old pussy hole with it.

At least I'd gotten used to the size of him. It didn't hurt at all
when he fucked me and I could take every inch, although not right
away. He always had to work it slow, opening my vagina gently and
getting me good and wet and hot enough to take him super deep. I was
his little freaky slut and he loved painting my face. That was his
thing, cumming all over my face and hair, since he always used a
condom anyway. And then he'd send me home, sometimes still covered
with his sperm, sneaking inside the house, running to the bathroom
terrified that Daddy would see me.

But that had become a strange sort of thrill all its own, especially
since Deke was black. My daddy would have thrown a fit if he ever
found out! He thought I was still a virgin.

Tonight, at least, I was finally going to go over to Deke's place.
He'd been promising me for awhile that he'd let me stay with him
longer than the usual hour or so that we normally had. I felt both
nervous and excited about it, especially since I was telling sort of a
big lie to my dad when I told him I was staying at Jenny's house. I
mean, having sex with Deke was a lie by omission. Yeah, sort of
passive, right? This was looking at my dad's face and saying it. I'd
practiced for awhile and I wasn't entirely sure he'd believed me, but
he wanted to. I knew that much.

"So, you're going to Jen's tonight?" Daddy asked over dinner.

"Yep," I nodded with my mouth full of scalloped potatoes.

"Well, good. You deserve a little break." He smiled at me and I felt a
sharp stab of guilt in my tummy.

"What are you gonna do tonight?" I asked him, just to change the
subject.

"Oh..." he let out a breath, "...Maybe I'll go see a movie or something,
get out of the house. Maybe stop by Ken and Rosalie's."

They were some of my dad's friends. He had a lot of friends, but he
didn't see them all that much, even though I knew they invited him
often enough.

"Um, I can stay home if you want, Dad," I suggested. "We could go see
a movie together or something."

I really wanted to go with Deke, but I loved my dad more than anything
else in the world.

"What?" He looked at me and smiled. "No. Uh-uh. You go see your friend
and have a good time. You don't want to be stuck with me on a Friday
night."

"I don't mind," I shrugged, and I wasn't lying.

"Well, I do." He shook his head. "Tomorrow maybe, or how about Sunday?
We'll go to the mall Sunday afternoon, get some new socks or
something."

"Socks?" I laughed. "We need get some stuff for our fence; you keep
saying you're going to fix it..."

"Nag nag nag," Daddy smiled at me. "You're growing up fast."

"Well..." I blushed a little. I hadn't meant to nag him.

"That's what we'll do then. Get the stuff to paint the fence." He gave
me a little wink. "Okay, dear?"

"Okay, dear," I giggled.

We played husband and wife sometimes, not very much and not seriously,
just a tiny little bit and it was fun. We'd never admit such a thing
out loud though. We spent the rest of dinner talking about the boring
things, like groceries and bills and mowing the lawn. Daddy always
needed to be reminded of stuff and I never understood why. I think he
liked it when I nagged him sometimes.

Riding a bus to Deke's place kind of sucked, but it wasn't that big of
a deal. He'd told me that he was going to be late getting home, but
he'd be there by the time I arrived probably. I just wished he'd come
by to pick me up, and I figured a lot of guys, most guys, would have.
I mean, beauty really is its own reward in some ways, and I was a very
good looking young woman, even for being just a teenager. Most people
figured I was closer to eighteen or even older when they saw me, and
especially when they talked to me. I didn't sound or act like a normal
fifteen-year-old, but then again I hadn't lived much of a normal life
growing up either.

I wore simple clothes, nothing fancy, just some black denim pants with
rolled up cuffs, pink Skechers with white ankle socks. A silver belt
and a pink and black t-shirt with a big print of a woman crying, like
in a comic strip. She had a little voice bubble that said 'I can't
believe I forgot to have kids!' and I thought it was way cool. It made
me laugh anyway. A dark blue Mariners warm-up jacket over that, a big
one that really belonged to my dad. I'd dyed the edge of my hair pink,
like the last inch of it all the way around, leaving the rest of it
pale blonde. It looked kinda punk, but not really.

I looked sexy though, I knew that. A lot of guys were checking me out
on the busses. I had to transfer twice to get to where I was going. I
ignored them though, even the one guy who actually tried to talk to
me. He wasn't bad looking but his breath was horrible, like cigarettes
and garlic pizza. I have a thing for personal hygiene and he needed
help, but from his mom, not from me.

Deke lived in a condo, or maybe it was a townhouse, I never really
knew what the difference is. Either way it was like a really big
apartment squeezed in between two identical looking apartments, and in
fact there were about 30 of them, all around a big swimming pool and
some picnic tables. I guessed the pool was the big attraction or
something. We had a swimming pool, but Daddy and I hardly ever used
it. They were kind of a waste in Seattle, I thought.

"What do you want?" Some black girl opened the door after I rang the
doorbell, looking me up and down like I was a bug or something.

"Uh, is Deke here?" I asked, looking at the number on the door and
hoping I'd found the right place.

"Deke?" She gave me a funny look. "You his new bitch?"

"What?" I asked, feeling more than a little confused.

"You don't look like what I was expectin'," she kind of laughed and
snorted at the same time.

"Oh."

"Well, don't just stand there. Get your lily ass inside." She stood to
the side and I licked my lips and stepped into the place.

"So is, uh...is Deke here, or...?" I asked, looking around, but the
woman didn't answer.

There were toys and clothes scattered around the living room, such as
it was. The furniture looked a little old, somewhat worn. The walls
were dirty with handprints and crayon scribblings here and there. The
TV was on, playing some old Desperate Housewives rerun, I thought. I
didn't see any kids, but a second later I heard some yelling and
crying.

"Be right back. Make yourself at home," she said and then started
yelling. "Leejay, Tyrone...I'm gonna kill you!"

I grimaced slightly wondering how anyone could make themselves at home
in a place like that. The kitchen table had leftovers from what looked
like the last three days on it. There were full ashtrays everywhere,
empty beer and soda cans. It was a mess. This couldn't be Deke's
place, I thought, there was no way. I figured I'd just take off and
find a pay phone to give him a call, since he was probably wondering
where I was.

While I tried to decide if I should tell the woman I was leaving, or
just sneak out while she was busy beating her kids, the door opened
and Deke stepped in. He looked almost as out of place as I did,
dressed in a nice lime colored suit with shiny black shoes and a lemon
yellow tie. I just stared at him for a second, but he was smiling at
me.

"Where's Wanda?" he asked. No hello or anything, just that.

"Um..." I gave him a blank look and the turned my head as the woman
started yelling again from wherever she happened to be, trying to get
her kids in bed.

"Good," he grinned. "Come on." He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of
the apartment, closing the door quietly behind us like we were
burglars.

"What was all that?" I asked him once we were in the car, but Deke
ignored my question.

"Mmmm...Where's my sugar, baby?" He leaned over for his kiss and I gave
it to him, slipping my hand around his neck while I opened my mouth
for his tongue.

"I missed you," I breathed a minute later.

"Shit..." He laughed and started the car.

"Was that your house?" I asked Deke.

"That's one of my cribs. That bitch in there's my sister," Deke
shrugged. "She's paying me back with food stamps."

"Paying you?" I blinked.

"Yeah. Rent, you know?" He grinned at me. "She ain't got no job, just
kids."

"Oh." I thought that sounded...callous. But then he must have been
joking with me.

"We'll go to my real place, my uptown address, and drink some
champagne and snort some fine ass blow and..." Deke looked at me, "...
speaking of fine ass blow..."

I giggled. Knowing what he wanted. Deke had some kind thing for
getting his cock sucked in the car. I reached over, massaging his
penis through the silk of his trousers, feeling it already semi-hard
even as I slowly unzipped him. There wasn't much room for me to work,
but all I was doing was sucking the enormous head of his ten inch cock
anyway. The rest of it I just worked with my hands, up and down slowly
as spit and precum ran out of my tightly stretched lips.

This was something I didn't mind at all either. The only reason I was
here was for that cock of his. I liked Deke okay, but I loved his dick
and I was working my tongue around the dark pinkish head while he
drove slowly towards downtown Seattle. I was able to get Deke's balls
out of his pants too, so that his dark scrotum sorta spilled around
the base of his thick cock. He loved it when I went down on his nuts
like that and I didn't mind. I let his cock rub against my ace while I
jerked him off, spending a lot of time and kisses on his balls. Five
minutes of that was enough and he wanted the real thing, lifting me by
the hair at a stoplight and tellling me...

"Get on my motherfucker now. Yeah. Suck it good, bitch." Deke smiled
and nodded, pushing my face down as his huge cock forced its way
inside. I couldn't take much, but I could get the smooth head over my
tongue and mostly I just sucked on that and stroked the long shaft
with both hands.

I didn't stop, or even look around until we were pulling into a
parking garage and I realized he was taking a ticket from one of the
automatic machines. I lifted my mouth, giving his penis one last noisy
suck, and looked around.

"Where are we?" I asked, licking my lips and still holding his
erection with my left hand.

"Four Seasons, baby." He looked at me. "Make your face pretty while I
put this away for later."

"Uh...Okay," I nodded slowly, not sure what we were doing at a hotel.

I did as he wanted though, pulling down the visor and turning on the
light next to it so I could make my face up. I didn't wear a whole lot
of makeup anyway, especially not that night since I was pretty much
dressed like what I was, a teenage girl. I wiped my face with some
tissue because sucking Deke's cock was always a little messy for me. I
fixed my pink lipstick and brushed out my hair while Deke checked his
watch.

"That's enough," he smiled. "You're hot."

"Thanks," I smiled back. "So, you have a room here?"

"Not me baby, you." He started getting out of the car and so did I.

"Me?" I giggled. "What do I need a room for?"

"Shhh..." He held a big black finger to his lips. He was teasing me,
just playing some kind of game, I thought, and I played along. We went
inside, Deke using his room card to get us into the hotel and a few
minutes later into room 715.

It was nice enough, I guess, kinda like the hotel me and my dad had
stayed at in Disney World, except different. Kind of more business-
like or something. I looked around, just checking it out, and sitting
on the big, queen sized bed, bouncing my butt a little like I was
testing it and smiling at Deke, hoping he'd join me.

"Listen, baby, this is serious now." Deke didn't sit down, he just
stood there in front of me so I had to look up at him.

"What's serious?" I asked.

"There's gonna be a guy coming in about..." he looked at his watch, "...
fifteen minutes. He's gonna want some good times, okay? Nothing too
funky, just a little bit of that sweet thang you got between your
legs."

"What?" I stared at him, my brain not really getting it yet.

"You just be yourself, right? And this thing is gonna go mean and
green, all the way to the bank, you got me?"

"Uh..." I widened my eyes. "No."

"I told you, baby, you're my bitch. Your ass belongs to me and tonight
I'm gonna get some green for that ass."

"I don't...You want me to be a prostitute?"

"You ain't no street humpin' ho prostitute!" he said, sounding almost
offended. "You're an escort now. You're workin' for Seattle's Best
Escort Service."

"The what?"

"You heard of the coffee, right?"

I nodded dumbly.

"Well now you heard of the escort service."

"I...I can't do that..." I blinked at him, "...My dad...I can't..."

"Your daddy? Shit, bitch! I'm your daddy now, so you listen good. You
want any more of my black dick..." Deke grabbed his crotch and squeezed
it, "...then you gotta do the shit you gotta do..."

"No way." I licked my lips. "I'm not a whore."

"You is a whore. All you bitches is whores. Don't bullshit me, girl."
He stared at me and I just looked down at the floor mostly. "Up to you
anyway, fuck it...You don't wanna do this thing? Fuck it, go on home. I
shoulda known you wasn't ready, you was just a little girl. I had you
pegged the first time, didn't I? Little catholic schoolgirl bullshit."

"Wait..."

"You ain't a woman! Fuck, you ain't even a girl, you just a little
rich bitch who wants to play fuck the nigger dress-up. Tell me I'm
lyin' bitch. I can't believe I put my dick in you, shit. Fuckin' girl
scout...Get outta here!"

"No...I'm not a little girl..." I said, shaking my head and feeling pissed
suddenly. Not so much that he wanted me to prostitute myself for him,
but because he'd called me a little girl. I hated that more than
anything else in the world and I always had. I knew inside, way down
deep, that Deke was just pushing my button, but I didn't care.

"What'd you say?"

"I said I ain't no little girl, you fucking nigger!" I stared at him,
like I was daring him to hit me or something.

"That's what you sez," he shook his head. "Get outta here."

"I'm serious, you don't know anything about me. I'm not some kid."

"So prove it," Deke shrugged. "You wanna be my girl? Prove it. I gotta
a lot of girlfriends and they all prove it, every fuckin' night. I
thought you was gonna be my favorite, my special bitch. My uptown girl...
But I guess..." He drew a deep breath and let it our slowly while we
stared at each other.

"I'll do it," I told him. "One time and that's it. I'll prove it,
okay?"

"Bullshit." He grinned at me.

"I'm serious. What do I gotta do?"

I was pissed because I couldn't let him be right. I couldn't be a
little girl, no way. And yeah, I know it shouldn't have mattered what
he thought. I should have just walked out and never looked back. But I
wanted to prove it. I wanted to spit it back in his face. That I could
do anything, even better than his other girls ever dreamed of. I could
do anything because I was tougher and stronger and smarter than he
was. Than they all were.

"You gotta be yourself, baby, that's all," Deke shrugged. "Make sure
the dope wears a rubber and take care of yourself. Understand me?
There's all the stuff you need in the bathroom, rubbers, toothbrush,
KY, all that good shit."

"Where are you gonna be?" I asked him.

"Right downstairs, baby. Having a cup of coffee." He smiled at me and
reached out, taking my hands and pulling me up. "This ain't nothin'
but a thing, girl. This guy, he don't matter, right? Just me and you,
that's all. You do this right and I'm gonna take care of you, okay?"

"Okay," I whispered, thinking that I was probably being exceptionally
stupid.

There was a knock at the door and Deke let me go as we both looked at
it.

"Go on," he motioned with his head.

"How much, uh..." I whispered.

"Don't worry about that, he already paid." Deke kissed my cheek.

I cleared my throat and walked to the door, resisting the urge to peek
through the little spy hole. I touched my hair and took a deep breath
and opened the door slowly.

He was an older man, I don't know, fifty maybe? Tall and a little
overweight, dressed in a slightly rumpled business suit. He looked
perfectly ordinary and we just stood there for a minute.

"Samantha? I'm John," he offered me a salesman smile and I felt my
face turning red.

"Hi," I nodded, swallowing hard and opened the door some more so he
could come in.

"I'll see you in two hours, Sammy." Deke gave me a one armed hug and a
reassuring grin while John stood there waiting.

"Okay," I agreed softly, watching Deke give the guy a look and then
leave.

It had just started sinking in what we were doing. I was going to have
sex with this guy, a man I didn't know at all, that I didn't like or
hate or anything, just for money. He just wanted to have sex with me.
It made me almost dizzy and I had a hard time finding my breath, I
felt so scared suddenly.

"How old are you, Samantha?" the man asked as soon as the closed
behind Deke with a loud snick.

"I'm fifteen," I said, not knowing if I was supposed to lie or what.

"Hmmm...You're very beautiful." He was taking off his suit coat, draping
it over one of the two armchairs in the large room.

"Thank you." I just stood there, looking around, not really wanting to
see him looking at me.

"Fifteen..." he sighed, licking his lips and nodding.

"Look, um..." I did look at him, "...I've never done this, okay? It's like
my first night and, uh...I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm doing or..."

I don't know if I expected sympathy or whatever, if maybe he'd come to
his senses and figure out that buying a fifteen year old girl might be
sort of wrong. Maybe changing his mind and leaving, that would be a
good idea, or just talking would even be okay. I loved to talk. I
could talk about almost anything.

"Really?" he smiled at me, nodding his head. "Are you a virgin,
Samantha?"

"Um, no..." I shook my head. "I mean, I've never, um...I'm not a
prostitute, see?" I giggled nervously. "I go to middle school and uh,
my boyfriend...I didn't know about...this..."

"It's okay," he said pleasantly. "I like that. You're very sweet...Can
you take off your clothes for me?"

"What?" I stared at him. Hadn't he heard what I'd been saying?

"Your clothes, Samantha." He sounded impatient. "I only have two hours
and, um..." he looked me up and down and smiled, "...I want to do
everything."

"Everything?" I blinked at him.

I undressed slowly, despite the man's constant prodding. He moved a
lot quicker than me and he didn't look so good naked. Not terrible,
but not great either. Kind of baggy. I'd sorta been hoping for a
moment that maybe he'd at least have a big dick or something, make it
interesting for me, but he was pretty average and already hard as a
rock. Six inches maybe, standing straight out while he stroked it,
waiting for me to get my panties off. I'd removed everything else.

"Jesus. You are so beautiful," he said softly and that actually made
me feel better for some reason.

I wasn't scared anymore, but I felt pretty nervous, or maybe that was
guilt, I had a hard time deciphering my emotions right then. I felt
repulsed by what I was doing, and resenting the way I'd talked myself
into it, letting my stupid ego decide what I'd have to live with for
the rest of my life. I'd always been practical, even beyond practical,
I was pragmatic. It was the best skill I possessed, my only real skill
maybe, and I wasn't going into hysterics over having sex with a
stranger. I'd done that before. For free.

What I worried about was what I was doing to my dad. How would I face
him again if I was a whore? How could I let him touch me or hug me and
kiss me if I did this thing? If I sold my body like this? I didn't
need the money. It wasn't like I was starving or trying to feed my
hungry children. I didn't have any children. I didn't have any
problems at all, except this one. How stupid did that make me feel?

Did I love Deke? I didn't think so, so why did I let him talk me into
this? He hadn't. It was my ego, that's all. Plain and simple. I wanted
to be grown up and I wanted people to look at me and see a woman, not
a child. I wanted my dad to treat me as his equal, his partner. I
wanted...God, I was so confused. And now, standing there in my panties,
peeling those down my long legs and listening to this guy tell me I
was beautiful while he jerked off...I felt a little bit of...Something.
Part of me liked it. And that made me want to cry suddenly.

"Come over here..." John was getting on the bed, lying down. "Get up
here with me. I want you to suck my dick."

I looked at him for a second and then nodded, moving reluctantly to
the bed, getting on it, trying to avoid touching the man. I knelt
beside him, crouched over his hard cock, and I could smell him. Cheap
stale cologne, old sweat, some alcohol on his breath...I should have
given him a bath first, I thought, and that almost made me smile.

"Go on, Samantha...Suck it for me, Princess..." he coaxed me gently and I
stiffened when I heard his voice. My dad called me Princess sometimes.

I did it though, taking his cock into my mouth gingerly, like I was
afraid of it or something, and it didn't hurt me. It didn't turn my
skin blue so everyone would know I was a whore. It just filled my
mouth and I sucked him slowly at first, just using my lips and tongue,
and then I started to get into it. He was just a guy, a normal guy,
and this was a normal penis. I'd had sex with a dozen different guys
over the last year, maybe more than that, I was afraid to think about
it right then. This was just another one, that's all, just another guy
and it was better, thinking about it that way.

I told myself it was nice, sucking that cock, being able to take
nearly all of him inside, using my hands on his balls, squeezing his
shaft while I sucked. I was giving him a good blowjob, probably one of
the best of my young life, mostly because it was the first one I'd
given to a normal sized guy in a month. I'd been sucking Deke's huge
monster cock and that was frustrating. This was much better for me and
I started forgetting about being a whore and started remembering that
I was a woman. I needed this sometimes, even from a stranger maybe, it
felt good.

And maybe, I had the idle thought, just maybe if I didn't actually
take any money for what I was doing, I wouldn't be a whore then, would
I? I mean, if I didn't get anything in return, except the pleasure of
doing it, then it was just two people having sex. If he wanted to give
money to Deke, well, that was between them, wasn't it? I was
rationalizing, I knew, trying to be practical beyond reason, but it
was working. I started believing it and that was when I started
feeling pretty good.

My pussy was starting to get moist and my nipples itched and hardened.
The man was touching me, rubbing my ass and at first I hadn't really
liked it, but then his finger moved, reaching behind me as I knelt
over his cock, finding my pussy and that made me gasp. He was
fingering my pussy, finding me wet already, excited from doing this
thing, from sucking his cock. It embarrassed me faintly, because he so
plainly liked it.

"Jesus! I'm getting my dick sucked by a fifteen year old..." He actually
laughed, stretching his body across the bed. "What a fucking dream!"

I shivered slightly, taking his cock right to the entrance of my
throat and then I sort of swallowed around it, catching my throat
while it was open and I went all the way down, until my face was
pressed against his graying pubes and he moaned with pleasure.

"Ah fuck...Suck it baby...I want to cum in your mouth..." He pushed two
fingers inside me and I turned for him, giving him better access
because it felt so good. He was fingering my cunt while I sucked his
cock in some hotel room. It was sick and dirty and it lit a fire
inside me like you wouldn't believe.

No love in here, I thought. No way he could break my heart or hurt me
or trick me. This was straight up, without any games. It was all I
wanted. Just the sex, I wanted to own that guy. It's hard to explain,
but I was figuring it out, or at least part of it. I thought of my
dad, if you can believe that, while I was sucking this John person's
cock. Not sexually, but it felt sexual. I was just thinking he was the
only man I loved, the only man I could love. And so this was just sex,
the one thing Daddy wouldn't ever give me and that was okay. I loved
him, but I was his daughter, so it was okay loving him and having sex
with someone else.

"Lick me...Make me cum too..." I pulled my mouth up, my face red and hot
from deep throating the guy. He was just a guy, like all the rest,
John might have been paying, but I was what he wanted, more than
anything else in the world. That gave me power over him...The same way
my hunger for Deke's huge black cock gave him power over me.

I moved so that I could straddle his face, not caring if he wanted it
or not, and John didn't protest at all. He was lost, living his
fantasy of fucking a teenage schoolgirl. I felt his tongue and I
rewarded him with another long deep suck of his penis, taking it all
the way down as I rocked my hips, feeding this guy my pussy. He wasn't
really good at it, but he didn't have to be. I was going to cum just
from this new understanding I had. This was the way the world worked
and it made me almost giddy inside.

"Ohhh yesss..." I hissed, pushing my pussy down hard on John's tongue,
grinding as my stomach tightened with knots of pleasure. I was so
close, any second I was going to explode. My whole body just seemed to
ache with the need and I was pumping the man's cock hard in my hand,
sucking the head, bringing him closer. I wanted it, the same time as
me, I wanted him cumming while he drank my juices. It wasn't romantic
or anything like that; it was just raw dirty sex. I wanted it messy.

I came before he did, trembling all over and moaning softly around the
man's hard cock, but he was right behind me. His penis erupted in my
mouth, filling me with his warm gooey cum and I swallowed thickly,
barely able to think about what I was doing. My cunt was throbbing and
I could sense, more than feel the wetness gushing out of me, spilling
over John's tongue and into his mouth. He began thrusting with his
hips, forcing his jerking cock as deep as he could and it made me
cough and choke a little, but neither one of us cared.

"Mmmm...that was good, sweetheart..." The man was red faced and panting,
his face shining with wetness while I licked his cock clean. He was
going soft, a little but, still hard enough and that was a little
surprising.

"Yeah..." I murmured, swallowing more of his cum, licking what had
spilled from the curling damp pubes surrounding his penis.

"Move this way..." he urged, pushing me around and sitting up, grabbing
my hips and turning me. "I want to fuck you now..."

"Wait..." I sat up slowly, wiping around my mouth with my fingers. "I'll
get you a rubber."

"A rubber?" He looked at me for a second and then laughed. "Come on,
Princess. Let's forget the rubber...I want to feel you inside."

"No," I shook my head. "I...I'm not protected or anything..."

"So?" He was shaking his head too. "I paid...I want it bareback..."

"I can't..." And then I caught myself looking down and acting like a kid
and I didn't like it. I cleared my throat a little and looked up,
staring into his eyes. "You want to fuck me? You gotta wear a condom.
That's the rule. You don't like it? Talk to my boyfriend."

He stopped smiling and I held my breath, wondering what I'd do if he
called my bluff. Or if I was even bluffing at all.

"Okay, sure..." John shrugged and then smiled again. "We all have to be
careful, right?"

"Right," I smiled back at him. "Don't worry..." I put my hand on his
shoulder as I got off the bed, "...you'll feel it."

"Uhmmmm..." he grinned at that, watching my ass and playing with his
dick.

I went into the bathroom and there was a bag on the counter next to
the sink. It looked like one of those big shaving kit bags, fake
leather with a zipper, and inside I found everything Deke had
promised. Assorted condoms, some lubricants, toothbrush, toothpaste, a
little mouthwash, even some Tylenols and a bunch of other stuff.
Whatever a person would need for a good one night stand, I guessed.

"Here we go..." I came back quickly enough and John didn't mind at all
as I knelt down on the floor in front of him. I sucked his cock for a
few minutes, getting him nice and hard again.

"I have a girl who looks like you." John stroked my hair, watching me
as I moved my mouth up and down, looking up at him with my big blue
eyes. "My daughter. She's older now though, but when she was younger..."

I didn't think I really wanted to hear about his personal life, but I
was supposed to make him feel good and he wanted to talk while I
sucked. So what did I care?

"I wanted to fuck her so bad...Christ! I used to watch her sleep at
night," he smiled down at me. "I bet your daddy watches you, huh?"

"What?" I lifted my mouth.

"I mean, look at you. Jesus! Having a girl like you for a daughter?
I'd be fucking you every night!" he laughed. "What? Don't be pissed,
come on. I'm just kidding."

I hadn't realized it, but I'd been giving him my unhappy look. He
didn't know me or my dad. If he wanted to be a perv, that was his
problem, not mine.

"My dad's not like you," I told him, squeezing his penis hard.

"Ohhhh kay...Yeah..." John made a little face. "Sorry."

I stared at him for a second and then stood up, looking down at him.
"Are you ready to fuck?" I asked, trying to sound anything but pissed,
but it was hard.

"I said I was sorry, Samantha."

"Me too." I took a deep breath. "Just, um...don't talk about my dad
anymore, okay?"

"Sure," he nodded. "Lie down. I want to see your face while I fuck
you."

My mood, such as it was, had been kind of spoiled and I just lay
there, not really into it while John lay on top of me, pushing his
cock into my sex. I was thinking about my dad, wondering if he thought
about me the way this guy thought about his daughter. I didn't think
so. I couldn't imagine it, but still. I replayed scenes and memories
in my head, recent conversations and moments, trying to see if there
was something I'd missed, some signal or word or touch that my daddy
had given me to suggest he wanted me that way. But I couldn't remember
anything. He was my dad, that's all.

"Come on, Princess...Wake up...Jeeze..." John slapped my hip. I wasn't doing
anything but laying there and it couldn't have been very good for him.

"Yeah..." I finally nodded, blinking as his face came into focus above
mine. I started moving for him, wrapping my legs around his waist,
digging my fingers into his back. I moaned and wriggled my ass, making
like it was the best fuck of my life.

"There...Yeah, sweetheart. You move nice when you want to..." he breathed.
"Look at me...Let me see you..."

I'd been looking over his shoulder and I reluctantly shifted my gaze
to his face, staring up at him as his hard penis ploughed easily into
my sex over and over. I was hot and wet and tight enough for him, not
really tight, not like I might have been a few weeks earlier. Deke's
cock had stretched me good, but I was young and resilient and my pussy
didn't stay stretched for long. So it was good for him and better for
me once I started fucking him back.

"Shit...I'm gonna cum...I'm...Ahhhh...Fuck..." He pushed his cock inside me
hard, arching his back a little, his face turning scarlet as his cock
seemed to swell even further and then spasm uselessly, filling the tip
of his condom with sperm.

I hadn't cum, my heart wasn't in it. It had felt good towards the end,
really good, but not great. Not enough to bring me off. John rolled
over, breathing hard and his penis pulled out of me. I was hot and
sweaty and just a little winded from my efforts. I got up to get a
washcloth so I could clean the man up.

"Bring another condom, Sam," the man called to me as I ran warm water
in the sink. "I wanna do your ass next."

"What?" I poked my head out of the bathroom, looking around the corner
at him.

"Your ass," he grinned. "I told you, I want everything tonight."

"I don't, um..." I blushed for some reason. "I've never done that
before."

"Oh yeah? You're perfect. Come on..."

I hadn't thought about that. I mean yeah, I'd heard of anal sex
before. I'd even been asked to try it once or twice by some of the
guys I'd gone out with, but I'd always said no. That seemed sort of
dirty, like really dirty actually. That was my butt, you know? And
besides, it would probably hurt...A lot. I wondered if I could say no,
or if being a prostitute meant you had to say yes to stuff like that.
Deke hadn't told me very much about this business, in fact he hadn't
told me a thing. I took my time getting that washcloth ready and then
I finally just looked at myself in the mirror, deciding if I'd already
gone this far...

I grabbed the KY Jelly out of the bag and another condom and went back
into the bedroom, kneeling down once more so I could take off the
guy's cum filled rubber. I thought maybe he'd already taken it off
since he'd probably gone soft after cumming a second time, but he
hadn't. He was still hard and I giggled a little as I rolled the
condom up carefully, pinching the tip so I wouldn't spill.

"Thank God for Viagra, huh?" John was smiling down at me. "I didn't
believe that stuff would work so I took a couple extra. I guess it
does,"

"I guess so," I nodded, washing his penis slowly. "Just don't have a
heart attack on me."

"What?" He looked at me and then laughed like I must be joking.

"I saw a thing on the news, if you take too much and it can give you a
heart attack, or stroke or something," I shrugged. I was kinda making
it up, but not really. I thought I'd heard something someplace. I kind
of paid attention to men's health just because my dad never did. But
my dad didn't take Viagra either.

"Uh, yeah, my doc said something about that..." He stopped smiling.

"You still wanna fuck me in the butt?" I looked at him like maybe he
wasn't gonna live to tell anyone about it if he did.

"Ummm..." he shrugged. "If I gotta go..." he stroked my hair, "...it might
as well be fucking a sexy little girl like you up the ass, Princess."

"I hope you got insurance, John," I giggled, shaking my head and
wondering if I didn't really want him to fall over dead right then.
But of course I didn't, I just didn't want to have his penis in my
butt.

I had him clean and I put a new condom on him, not bothering with
another suck job, he was hard as stone and I figured he'd been
dreaming of fucking his daughter's ass for 30 years. It made me feel a
little sick inside, but only because I didn't really understand that.
There are 3 billion women in the world, why did he have to fantasize
about his own child?

"Yeah, there you go, get it good and slippery." John watched as I
squirted a big gob of KY onto his latex covered penis and started
spreading it around, stroking him up and down with the slippery
stuff.

"I'm a little nervous," I giggled.

"A virgin ass, huh? Don't worry, I'll go slow," he promised me. "Here,
give me some..." He held out his fingers and I squeezed some of the KY
out for him. "Now turn around, bend over. Let me see that sweet little
hole of yours."

I did as he asked, turning away from him and bending over with my legs
straight, presenting the man with my ass and pussy as if I'd known him
all my life. I don't think anyone had ever seen me quite like that
before. I mean, my butt was right there in front of him, on display
for his inspection and he surprised me with a kiss. His tongue licking
at my tight little anus and it actually felt pretty good. I'd had some
guys lick me there before, but just briefly and probably more by
accident than design, but John was licking my ass like he loved it.

"Fuck your ass tastes good, Princess. I shoulda bought the whole
night," he sighed and then his fingers were there, rubbing my little
puckered hole gently, spreading the jelly around and then slipping
inside. It was easy too, that KY stuff worked good, or maybe it was
just his technique or something, I didn't know. He had a finger in me
though, fucking it in and out of my butt slowly for a few minutes.

"That feels good," I smiled at him, peering over my shoulder at the
man.

"Good." He smiled too. "This is going to feel good for both of us, I
think. Get on the bed, doggy style..."

I was on my hands and knees for him, not knowing what to expect when
he brought his cockhead to my virgin ass. He didn't waste a lot of
time, he pressed the head of his cock against the smooth pucker of my
anus and just pushed a little.

"Ohh...Ummm..." I was holding my breath, which didn't help, but it wasn't
that bad. Just a pressure, like going to the bathroom kind of and then
a surprising popping sensation as the swollen head of John's penis
just slipped inside.

"Yeah, Sam...That's it...Nice and tight, Princess..." John said softly,
already breathing hard and then he was pushing and it did hurt a
little, a dull aching sensation as he pushed insistently forward with
his hips.

He held me tightly around the waist and I was very still, just digging
my fingers into the sheets as I felt my muscles being stretched, my
ass being split by the man's cock. It was like getting a dull stick
pushed up my ass, a faint burning sensation and then a sharper one as
he got deeper.

"Owww...Oh...slowly..." I hissed at him.

"Almost there, Sammy...Fuck! You got a great ass, Princess." He pushed
harder, lifting his body and putting his weight into it. I groaned
loudly as his cock went all the way inside my cherry rectum, until his
balls slapped my cunt and I could feel his ticklish pubes against the
cheeks of my round firm butt.

"Ahhh...How's that feel? Like a fuckin' oven in there..."

"Oh God..." I really felt like I had to go to the bathroom. Like I was
constipated or something and my ass felt on fire. My body shook and
shivered and it wasn't like a terrible pain, just a bad cramp maybe.
The KY had done its job at least, and I was glad for that.

"In and out, Princess...Come on...Fuck me now...Fuck Daddy's cock..."

"D-Don't say that..." I breathed, but I doubt the man heard me. He was
fucking me now, making love to my ass.

"You love Daddy's dick in your ass, Princess?" He was moving faster,
digging his fingers into my skin and pulling me back onto him. "Tell
me, Sammy...Tell how much you love Daddy's big hard dick fucking your
ass..."

"No," I shook my head, gritting my teeth and moaning deep down in my
throat. It hurt now, it hurt a lot as my ass protested the man's
efforts to fuck me. My ass stretched and squeezed, like it couldn't
decide if it wanted to keep him inside, or keep him out.

"Oh ughhh...Yeah...Princess, fuck it...Come on...Ride Daddy's dick, baby..."

"P-Please...It hurts..." I arched my back, looking over my shoulder at
him, feeling just a little wetness starting in my eyes. I felt like he
was tearing something inside me. It wasn't feeling better, it was
getting worse and he was fucking me hard, driving his cock as far
inside me as he could and then pulling back so it came free of my ass.
My anus would try to close, snapping shut for a second before he
stabbed his cock inside me again, spearing his cock into my bowels
with one violent thrust after another.

"You little fucking whore...Take it...Fuck that dick...Fuck your daddy!"

I collapsed, pressing my face to the bed, my arms spread wide with my
ass in the air. He was above me, driving almost straight down,
spanking my hips and ass. This was what he'd really wanted, not the
other stuff, the nice stuff. He'd wanted to rape my ass, his
daughter's ass. He wanted to hurt us with his cock, make us pay for
all those years that he had to watch her sleep, fantasizing about her
without being able to touch her. He was fucking me wildly and then
finally, mercifully, he was cumming.

"Oh you cunt..." he breathed, falling over me, his penis deep inside my
ass, jerking and spewing his seed into the condom he wore. "You
teasing sexy whore..."

He started kissing me and I started crying.



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