~~~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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