~~~LOOKING 4 DADDY - w4m - 18
Fiction By
Stevesaint
Used by permission of the author's estate
� 2007 STEVESAINT
I saw the listing on CL:
~~~LOOKING 4 DADDY - w4m - 18
Daddy, hmmm�I HAD to click on the link.� The accompanying pictures were grainy close-ups, maybe taken with a web cam.� The ass looked girlishly tight.� The legs looked thin.� Couldn�t see much else.� I wrote down the number but didn�t do anything more that day.
Then I saw the next listing four days later.� DADDY WILL U �CUM AND TAKE ME - w4m -18.
The pictures this time gave me an instant hard-on.� One was taken outside and showed a tanned ass that looked no more than twelve.� Another showed nice tan lines around a pair of small pointed tits with beautifully puffy areolas.� Still no name, but the number was in my area code.� My erection waned at the thought it may be a pedo LE trap of some sort.
Three days after that another listing showed up.� POP ME, DADDY - w4m - 18 with a pic of a hairless, pudgy pussy.� There was now a name, though �Lol� could have stood for anything (Laugh-out-loud?� Lollipop?� Lolita?)� There was also a stated cost of �500 roses/hr.�
Scam or no scam I was going to call that number, caution be damned.� It went directly to message answering mode.� I told the phone I was interested and asked what was offered (FS/GFE?) for that many �roses.� �I got a call back in about an hour.� The woman I spoke with had a smoke-ravaged husky voice.� She told me that �Lol� was full service and would indeed expect a donation of $500 for one hour of her time and companionship.
�Five hundred is pretty steep.�� I asked, �Why would I donate that amount?
�Because little Lolly is like nothing you�ve ever experienced before, or may ever experience again.�
�Eighteen?�� I asked.
Her loud raspy laugh caused me to move the phone away from my ear momentarily.� �Of course,� she said, before chuckling again.
�Will...Lolly be available this afternoon...incall?�
The woman asked me what time I was looking for, and I told her.� She reminded me of the expected donation amount before giving me cursory directions.� The usual two call routine always worked well, it seemed.� For sure, five hundred wouldn�t break me, and I certainly wanted to satisfy my curiosity along with other, more physical needs.� Those pictures�could they be real?
I drove to the general area then received more detail by phone; an upscale hotel, at least.� Another call and now a room number.� When I knocked, a wiry 40-ish woman answered.
She saw the look on my face and said, �Hold on, I�m not the one you�re paying for mister,� cocking her thumb in the direction of the king bed, where the most gorgeous little girl I�ve ever seen was sitting on its edge.� She had on a lacy pink chiffon nightie with fake fur trim, and a tentative smile.
The woman added �Place the donation on the dresser over there, and I�ll leave you two alone.�
She nodded to the girl and the girl nodded back.� After the woman left the room, the girl patted the bed next to her and asked me to sit down.� I did.
�You know I�m going to ask you how old you are, don�t you?�� I asked, guessing that she was no older than 13.
She smiled demurely and said, �Eighteen, of course.�
I chuckled and said �Sure you are, sweetheart,� wondering if the cops would be coming through the door any time now.� �Who�s your pimp?�
�Pimp?� What�s that?�� She actually didn�t know the word.
�The woman who was just in here,� I said.� �A pimp is the person who manages prostitutes.�
�I�m not a prostitute, I�m a special escort,� she said proudly, as I fought not to laugh at the distinction.
�So...you didn�t say who the woman is.�
�That�s my mom,� she said matter-of-factly, like it was completely natural for a mother to sell her daughter�s body for sex.
I was adjusting my initial estimate of her age downward as we spoke.� Damn, was this for real?
She put a hand on my knee and said, �Why don�t you get comfortable.�
The well-used line was delivered with all the appropriate sexy eye contact.� I still wondered if the cops would bust in any minute, but off came my clothes anyway.� When she saw my cock, now twitching as it began to engorge with blood, she made a slight moaning noise which made me look at her more closely.� I guess I was the biggest guy she�s been with so far.� Her expression wasn�t lust or even apprehension�it was fear.� When I was completely naked, I curled up on the bed next to her.� She continued to stare at my cock as it stiffened.
�Can I kiss you, Lolly?�� Her answer was a breathless nod.
I pulled her to me and kissed her.� She trembled as I parted her lips with my tongue.� I could tell she wasn�t experienced in kissing.� She could hardly be experienced in other things.� While we kissed I slipped a hand under the chiffon fabric and caressed her small, puffy knobs.� Her little nipples stiffened and puckered at my touch.� She moaned and trembled some more.� I traced a path with my fingers down her stomach to between her legs.� She was reluctant to let me at her hairless vulva, keeping her legs firmly together.
I whispered in her ear, �How long have you been an escort, Lolly?�
�Not long,� she answered solemnly.� �I...I...�
I nibbled at her ear as I whispered, �Sssh...I understand.� Am I your first...ah...customer?�
�N...N...No,� she muttered.
�How about you take the nightie off, okay?� It�s not fair I have all my clothes off and you don�t.�
My cock was rock hard and leaking a lot of precum.� She sat up and slid the flimsy garment over her head.� Before she could lay back down, I too sat up, and cuddled her small frame to me.
�You are the prettiest girl this old guy has ever seen, do you know that?�� I crooned as I returned to tweaking her little puffies.� She was staring at my erection and I felt the fear in her.� Her breathing was labored.� She trembled again.
�I�m going to use my tongue on you,� I said, before reclining her still-trembling body and moving down to the end of the bed to get between her legs.
I practically had to pry them apart to get to the promised land.� When I got close and was ready to put my tongue to good use, I stopped in horror.� Her girl-pussy had been ravaged!� Her labia were red and swollen, and I clearly saw a scabbed-over tear at the bottom of her opening.
�This must hurt, sweetheart.� Who did this to you?�
She made a small hiccupping sob.� �The...the...first two men who...who...who...�� She couldn�t say it.
�What did your mother say?�
�She said I had to get used to it if we were gonna make all the money.�
�No hon, you shouldn�t have to �get used to it� at all.� I won�t f...I won�t put it in you.�� I moved back up on the bed to lay beside her.
�Are you gonna take your money back?� My mom�ll go crazy.�
�No, I�ll let you keep the money, but I have to do something about this...I can�t let anyone hurt you more.�� I said while rubbing my hand over her chest and tummy.� She liked it.
�Please don�t tell my mommy that we didn�t...didn�t...do it.�� Her face suddenly brightened as she said, �I can still make you feel good for your money.� I know how to do that.�
She palmed my erection and moved her mouth down to meet it.� She couldn�t get the head between her lips so she mostly stroked me with her hand while making �mmmm� sounds.� My hand reached behind her and caressed her tiny ass as she stroked.
�I�m gonna cum,� I groaned, my pent-up jism splashing into Lolly�s mouth and across her face.
�Wow!�� She exclaimed, cum dribbling from her lips.� �You squirted a LOT!�
�You�re a pretty girl and you did a good job...so...my cum is a measure of my excitement over you.�
I don�t think she quite understood the connection, but she nonetheless cuddled up to my side and gave me a big hug.� She told me I was a nice man unlike the men before me.� Amazingly, she wanted me to stay the full hour that I paid for.� I helped her clean her face while I asked her for her real name.� It was Denise.� She unburdened herself about how her mother forced her into prostitution, saying that men would pay big bucks to be with someone her age.� She went along because they were destitute and needed the money, though she admitted her mom spent quite a bit on booze and cigarettes.
�Just you two, huh?�
�Yeah, I never had a father, like, just a bunch of guys who would live with us...and try to touch me all the time...disgusting...�
�You don�t really want to do this, do you?�
�No!� She said emphatically.� �It�s for my mom.�� Her face changed, realizing what she said.� �I mean, like, you�re a really nice guy and I didn�t, like, mean I didn�t want to be with you.�
�That�s okay, Loll...Denise...you can be honest with me,� I said, still stroking her body as she clung to me.� She was responding noticeably to my touch.� �Do you wish you didn�t have to do this?�
�Yeah...yeah...I wish I didn�t...it hurt so much and those guys weren�t as nice as you.�� She made a small purring sound before saying, �You have nice hands, mister...it feels good what you�re doing.�� Her body language spoke volumes on how good it felt, especially when I tweaked her puffy areolas and tiny nipples.
�Call me John,� I said.� She could learn my real first name later if it mattered.� �Do you love your mother?� ...Enough to keep doing this?� She can�t love YOU very much if she�s selling you to mean men.�� Men like me, I thought.
She kept squirming and purring from my caress, and I kept at it until her breathing became difficult.� I only wish I could penetrate her and give her the orgasm she deserved�the one that was inexorably building within her.� Instead I began kissing her breasts and moving down over her tummy before nestling my tongue at the juncture of her swollen labia.� She jumped a bit when I licked a sore spot, so I couldn�t dive for her clit but just licked inside her parting labia.� Oh yes, her legs parted without any prodding on my part.� I kept flicking my tongue into her as far as I dared until it was greeted with a squirting dollop of climax-juice.
When she came down from her orgasmic high, she told me she had never felt like that before.� She was flushed and excited to tell her mom about her discovery.
That�s when I hatched my plan.
fMany months latere
I hadn�t checked out CL in ages.� No need to look elsewhere for satisfaction now.� I was sitting at my computer downloading some music when Denise came into the room and jumped onto my lap�wearing only a black thong and a smile.
�C�mon, Uncle Rob...you worked hard today and now it�s time to relax,� she said with an exaggerated wink as she squirmed her ass against my growing erection.
Uncle Rob.� Still sounds strange to hear her call me that.�
My plan worked to perfection and the authorities have no clue.� Denise�s mom never knew what hit her.� She�s serving several sentences for pimping her daughter, having been caught in a sting I engineered.� She�ll be away for a long time.� In the meantime, a few forged documents later and I am Denise�s Uncle Robert, coming to the rescue and �saving� her from Child Services and a foster home.� I was awarded custody and now she lives with me.� Slick, huh?
�Did you do all your homework?�
She nodded solemnly, before smiling and saying, �so we can play now.�
I kissed her and lifted her into my arms and carried her to my bedroom.� Since the time when she began her short-lived �career�, her injuries had healed nicely and she�d become a sex-hungry dynamo.� I broke her in slowly and lovingly so she could take my cock without pain.� She was still so damned tight I never lasted very long, so I always took time to pleasure her with my tongue to get her close first.� She was so hot when she came she usually squirted.� She was a screamer too.�
Her mother had started her on birth control pills she had gotten for herself.� Stupid.� She was too young for those so I used a condom every time.� Denise loved unrolling one onto me.
So there I was on that day, my tongue between her thighs doing its magic.� As I licked and probed she grew more wet, hot and agitated.� Her skinny legs twitched and thrashed every time I hit the �good spot� as she called it.� She knew she was climbing to the big O so she pushed my mouth away from her pussy and with condom packet in hand, moved toward my cock.� I was painfully erect as I usually was with her.� She put the condom onto my stiff cock then fell onto her back and spread her legs for me.� As I always did, I pondered the mysteries of so big a man nestling into so small a vulva.� Ah, the adaptability of young flesh.
She cooed, �Uncle Rob, put it in me, I need it.�� Her words were always pretty much to script.� She knew what she wanted.
Holding my body weight up by my arms so as not to crush her, I positioned the condom-enclosed head at her wet pussy lips and slowly entered her.�� �Do you want it easy or hard this time sweetheart?�� I asked when I had about a quarter of my length in her.
�Ohhhh...hard this time...please...you�re too gentle with me all the time, like I was gonna break or something.�
Out of the mouth of babes.
Though extremely tight she was also very wet so once I got my rhythm going I was filling her vagina with each thrust.� I went hard and fast as she wanted, but when I tried to slow down I was too late.
�Ahhhh...I�m...cummmming...ahhhhhh,� I moaned as I filled the condom with several ropes.
She didn�t climax, so I was disappointed in my quick eruption.� She wasn�t.
She giggled.� �Now I know why you go slow.� Jeez, you came fast that time, but it�s okay.� In a little while I�ll get you hard again and we can do it slowly and I�ll have my...or...orgasm,� she said, still struggling with the new word in her vocabulary.
And that was exactly how it happened.� I recovered nicely with Denise.� Soon I had on a fresh condom and she was on top of me, riding me like a young cowgirl would break a wild stallion.� I lasted longer that time, but just barely.� I still marveled at how she could impale herself on me and take it all.
�Oh...Ah...Oh...Ah...� she repeated on every up and down arc of her lithe little body, her hair flying as if borne by the wind.
When I thought I couldn�t hold it any longer, she twisted and convulsed as I felt the warm moisture of her orgasm envelop my cock as if she�d peed.� I knew it wasn�t that, as she screamed in climax to the bedroom ceiling.
Seconds later I came too.� Bliss.
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Denise grew from that scarred girl I met in a hotel room into an ever more beautiful teenager, to all the world my adopted daughter.�
We had many talks so she knew the score�no one could ever find out about her and �Uncle� Robert�though she slept in my bed and we had sex all the time.
Isn�t it great when a plan comes together?!!!!
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