JULIE'S WORLD

Chapter 7

I Get a New Daddy

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That spring, Mama traded in her old beat up car for a fancy brand new car.� There was also a subtle change in the relationship between Mom, Ben and me.� I don't recall when it began, but I did notice it. Before it was always Mom asking Ben if he'd look after me while she worked late or went out on a date.� Now we'd be having supper together and Ben would say, "If you have to work late tomorrow," or� something along those lines. Maybe Mom had mentioned it to him before supper when I was out of ear shot, but it began happening with increasing frequency.� Whenever Ben asked, Mom always said yes, but she wasn't exactly thanking him for looking after me.�

And whenever he said, "If you have to work late tomorrow, I'll be glad to look after her," that very next night we'd get into his pickup truck, drive across town and he'd introduce me to some man who would pay him to have sex with me.� Sometimes it would be at the man's apartment or home, or more usually, it would be at some cheap motel along the old highway.� Ben made no effort to hide from me the fact that men were paying him.�

I asked Ben about the money and he told me that he was saving it for me, for my college education.� I believed him totally and completely, but I never saw a dime of that money. I know now that was being used, but back then, I trusted Ben, besides sometimes these men would be a lot of fun, but not always.

Most of these men I would see only once, but some I saw again and again over the next few years. When it was some new guy, Ben always hung around to make sure I wasn't hurt or abused. When Ben was more confident about the "client", he sometimes gave the men the privacy that they wanted.�

When I was about eleven years old, Ben took me to a rather fancy hotel.� I never dressed sexily like a child hooker when out with Ben, but rather modestly like any other normal eleven year old, nor did I wear a lot of makeup, but just enough to make me pretty.� We went up to the top floor.� Ben knocked and we were let inside by a man who appeared to be Ben's age.� It was the biggest, fanciest hotel room had had seen to that point.� It wasn't just a single room either, but three rooms, two bedrooms flanking a large living area.� The man paid Ben and a moment later, Ben left leaving me alone with this guy I'd never seen before. The fact that Ben hadn't stayed worried me, but the man who insisted that I call him "Daddy", was very nice to me.�

Room service delivered a hamburger and some ice cream for me and I ate while Daddy made some phone calls.� After I ate, he took me to one of the bedrooms and told me to put on the clothes he had laid out on the bed. I did as I was told and changed while "Daddy" watched.� The clothes weren't actually clothes, but a pink sheer nightie.� Except for some pictures that Ben had shown me, I had never seen anything like it before.� The nightie was so pretty and though it covered me to mid-thighs, it hid nothing.� He also had me put on a pair of pink high heels.� That was it; the negligee top with no panties and the shoes.� Then he applied makeup to my eyes and lips, I couldn't believe how much older that made me look.��

The shoes fit very well, but I had trouble walking in them.� Daddy had me walk around the hotel suite until I was reasonably proficient in them.

In the living area there was a large U-shaped black leather sectional with a massive square coffee table in the middle.� Daddy put on some music, had me step up onto the table and then dance.� Of course I nearly broke my neck in those shoes, but after a few tries, I was doing okay in them, not great, but okay.� By now I had been in Daddy's hotel suite for nearly two hours, following his instructions and he hadn't touched me.� I thought, this isn't so bad, but I was ready to see "Daddy's" cock and see what he could do with it.

"Go wait in the bedroom until I send for you," he told me pointing to the room where I had changed. He copped a feel of my butt, but that was all he did before he closed the door and left me by myself wondering what was going on with this guy.� After a short time, I heard voices in the next room.� I waited and I waited and quite frankly, I was bored to death.

After what seemed to be the longest time, the door opened and Daddy beckoned me to come out. I put on the high heels and came out into the other room.� When I did, I saw the men, four of them, sitting around the table on the sofa and drinking.� Someone exclaimed, "Holy shit!" and they all turned to look at me in stunned silence, their mouths hanging open.��

"Gentlemen," Daddy began, "due to our combined efforts, we made an absolute killing on the Morgan deal.� It wouldn't have happened if we hadn't all put in a lot of long hours and pulled together.� That and a bit of good luck.� And as promised, I have a special treat for you that you'll remember."

"She's just a kid!" one of the men exclaimed.

"Yes," Daddy said.� "But, which one of you hadn't thought about having a young girl like this?� You only didn't because you never had the opportunity.� Me, I like young girls and I'm sure that you are going to enjoy her too."

"We're going to get arrested," said another.

"Not if you all keep your mouths shut. Now, let me introduce you."

He turned to me and said, "What's your name, honey?"

"Julie," I replied with a smile.

"And how old are you, Julie?"

"Eleven."

"And why are you here, Julie?"

"Ben brought me."

"And Ben is your grandfather?"

"Yes, sort of."

"And why did Ben bring you here?"

"Uh, to have sex with you?"

"That's not exactly correct... he brought you here to have sex with me and my friends.� Have you ever had sex with a man before?"

"Yes, lots of time."

"With more than one man at a time?"

"Uh, yes."

"And these men, they pay your grandfather to have sex with you.?"

Freddie didn't pay Ben to fuck me, but I knew he wasn't talking about Jenny's daddy. "Yes."

"He whores you out?"

I knew what that word meant. "I guess." I nervously replied in a whisper.�

"And what do you think about that?� Being sold like that for sex?"

"I've never been sold!" I replied indignantly. "Ben always takes me home afterwards!" Then I had a sinking feeling.� "Ben didn't sell me to you, did he?"

Daddy laughed. "Strictly speaking, no; perhaps rented is a more accurate term. Now, do you like having sex with strange men?"

"Ummmm, for the most part.� Just so long as they're nice to me, I'm nice to them."

"But, do you enjoy being a child whore?"

"Yeah, I guess."�

Starting with Jenny's dad, lots of men called me a slut or a whore or a tramp.� Ben explained that I shouldn't take offense as very few girls my age could be properly called that, but I was now a big girl, did big girl things with men and lots of big girls were called that.� I liked the idea that I was doing big girl things and so I didn't think of the terms as being disparaging. However, experience had taught me that when men started calling me a whore, bad things could happen.

Daddy turned to the other men.� "See, she's experienced and willing.� Now which you wants the first blowjob?"� No one spoke up.� Frankly, I think they were all too astonished to speak up.� "Okay, then I'll have the first blowjob," Daddy declared.

Daddy turned back to me smiling.� "Before you suck my dick, honey, how about if you give the guys a little dance like we practiced.� Maybe that will put them at ease."

That was okay by me.� I stepped up onto the large coffee table where I walked in a circle until Daddy started the music.� I began dancing and all eyes were glued on me and what was partially visible under the nearly transparent pink material.�

Suddenly, Daddy mounted the table with me.� He grabbed me and pulled me to him, his hand hiking up the see-through negligee and exposing my ass to his friends.� "Very nice, don't you think, gentlemen?" He had me turn and hiked up the negligee in the front to expose my pussy.� "Look closely, gentlemen. These are not the pussy lips of an innocent school girl.� These are the pussy lips of an experienced girl who knows what her pussy is for.� These are pussy lips eager to caress a man's cock."�

I heard one of the men mutter, "Oh, god damn."� Looking up I saw him rubbing his crotch with apained expression.

"Undress me, Julie," Daddy whispered as his hand ventured between my legs.�

At eleven years old, I was quite proficient at undressing men.� I removed his shirt, then his shoes and socks.� Then I removed his dress slacks and finally lowered his underwear, pushing his boxers to his feet.� Looking up at the nude man towering above me, I knew what I needed to do, what my client wanted me to do, what I wanted to do.� Smiling up at him I rose onto my knees and took his hard cock in hand, nuzzling my face in it and his balls.� Glancing over at our audience, I saw four mouths agape.� When I licked the tip of Daddy's dick, I heard a chorus of groans.

"Fuck, she's no older than my Emily," I heard someone say.

"Does Emily give blowjobs?" someone jibbed.�

"Fuck you, Terry," I heard as I mouthed Daddy's entire glans.

"No, I'm going to fuck her," I heard the second man say, "right after she sucks my fucking dick."

"Yeah, me too," I heard a third.

I guess that watching me blow Daddy on the coffee table loosened Daddy's friends up, because no sooner had Daddy blown his load down my throat, another man presented his cock to me for sucking.� After that, it was one right after the other.� I felt a little queasy swallowing all that nut juice, but that didn't stop them from hauling me into the bedroom where I was deposited upon the bed for my first true gang fucking.�

Daddy was first and he pounded me into the mattress while another man held my hands over my head.� The next man hauled me up on my hands and knees and took me from behind, fucking me like a jack hammer; meanwhile, Daddy had me suck his cock clean.� After that it was one man after the other, fucking me while I sucked dicks.�

Someone asked if I took it up the ass.� Daddy said, "Of course she does."� He laid on the bed and pulled me on top of him facing his feet.� "Put it in, Julie," he told me.� I took his cock and guided it into my pussy while his buddies all watched.� "No, not that way," he told me with a gentle slap to my butt. I pulled off and aimed it for my bunghole, but he and I both were too dry.� One of his friends helped him out by passing him a tube of lube.� Daddy greased up his cock and greased up my anus and I tried again.� This time, he went in easily and I took every inch of him while his friends watched and joked.

It turned out to be a very long night and when it over, I was very sore.� You'd think that using me like that, the men would have been physically rough with me or verbally abusive.� They weren't.� All through the night they called me Sweetheart and Baby Doll and asked if they were hurting me.� Once the sex had started, no one, including Daddy called me a whore or a slut.�� It was just that I had been fucked so many times that it became uncomfortable and when I said I had enough, they all cleaned up, got dressed and went home to their wives and children.� All except for Daddy. Daddy didn't leave, but instead took me into the big indoor Jacuzzi for a hot soak and then to the other bedroom where we slept together.� Next morning Ben picked me up, but not before Daddy had me suck him off again.

Ben and Daddy talked for quite a while.� The gist of which was that Daddy was very pleased with me, and wanted to see me again. Little did I know, but my life was about to change radically.�

Two weeks later, Ben took me to the marina where Daddy kept his motor yacht.� I had never been on a boat before and let me tell you, this was some boat.� Daddy showed me around, taking me to his stateroom which had a big bed and a large window looking out over the water, up on the deck where he had a hot tub, and up on the bridge where I met his captain who was then taking the yacht out into the bay.�

Once we were out in the open water, Daddy turned to me and told me, "When we are out to sea, I want you naked at all times."� I looked over at Captain Jack and then back to Daddy.� "Don't worry, Sweetie, Captain Jack is going to see you naked quite a lot, so there's no need to be shy.� Now, loose the clothes, Baby Doll."

Right there on the bridge, I stripped off all my clothes while Daddy and Captain Jack watched. "She's very nice, Mr. Wallace," the captain commented with a grin.

"Yes, she is," Daddy agreed.� "And quite willing too."

Leaving my clothes up on the bridge for Captain Jack to stow away, Daddy and I went down to his stateroom where he completely undressed.� I thought we'd be having sex, but he took me upstairs and onto the foredeck, where he slathered me down with sunscreen so I wouldn't burn.�

It was a fun day, just motoring along a few hundred yards from shore.� At one point, the captain stopped and set anchor.� Then fifteen minutes later, he served us a fancy cold lunch up on the foredeck. While we remained at anchor, several sailboats passed by.� Daddy and I were in plain sight and several boats not only waved at us, but tooted their horns.

I asked Daddy about being naked for everyone to see. He answered, "It's not against the law to be naked on a boat.� It's only against the law if we were engaged in a sex act and then only because of your age.� When we fuck, Julie, we'll fuck inside and when you suck, you'll suck inside too.� Out here, we're just soaking up the sun as nature intended.

"Speaking of sucking, let's go inside for a while."

We stayed out on his yacht until late the next afternoon.� When Ben took me home, Mom only asked if I had a good time boating.� She didn't press for details.

For the next three years, I was Daddy's exclusive toy.� No more one night stands with strangers.� I had sex only with Ben and Daddy, or rather Daddy and his friends.� Freddie had moved away suddenly and I never saw Jenny again either.� That was okay by me, because I had grown to dislike Jenny's dad.� Jason, Mr. James' boy-toy, had gone off to college and I hardly ever saw him again either.� I liked Jason and I missed him. Ben meanwhile, had taken up with another young girl who lived in his trailer park.� Melisa was a sweet girl and I helped train her for Ben.��

Most of my time with Daddy was spent on his yacht.� There I had sex with lots of different men, men who were Daddy's friends.� I also had sex with Captain Jack whenever it suited Daddy to reward his captain.� Daddy had some older girls too.� Even though they were much older than me, I became good friends with several of them, as we had much in common as Daddy's sex-toys.

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Mom never inquired about my days and nights away from her, just as she hadn't inquired about the time I spent with Ben.� Even though Ben had pimped me out, I still loved him.� He was always warm and kind to me and showered me with his affections.� The fact that he was a randy old sot didn't diminish my affection for him.� When he had a stroke and died, it was devastating for me.

After Ben died, I saw less and less of Mama, as I began traveling with Daddy on his trips to Europe and South America.� The legal arrangement was that he was appointed my Guardian, a privilege for which he paid Mom a considerable amount of money.� Basically, she sold me to him, and in doing so, she improved my lot in life considerably.�

I had a private tutor who taught me not only high school mathematics and English literature, but also taught me the finer points of being a courtesan. By the time I was sixteen, Daddy was very proud of me and introduced me to several very rich men who lavished their attentions on me.� Let me tell you, it is very nice to waited upon hand and foot and to be treated as a princess.� In exchange, I treated them like the sultans they were.� These affairs only lasted a month or two, and then I was back with Daddy for a month or so before becoming the guest of another man of importance to Daddy.

I was just turning eighteen when one of these men wanted to father a child by me.� Daddy discussed this with me and told me that it was my choice. That if I chose to do it, his friend was prepared to keep me in the style in which I had become accustomed and that my child, if it was a boy, would be the man's heir. I was getting old by Daddy's standards, though he didn't say as much, and I knew he wouldn't have suggested it if he wasn't ready for me to move on.�

I accepted Macario's offer, moved into his villa on the Spanish Mediterranean, went off birth control and promptly got knocked up.� Macario was very proud of my swelling belly, though he directed his affections to other women.� When it became apparent that it would be a girl, my relationship with Macario ended.� He was a man of his word and set me up in another smaller villa in Naples along with a stipend that would see me through for years to come.�

This brings me to now.� No sooner had I settled into my new digs than Daddy contacted me and introduced me to this stunningly handsome Italian fellow.� Adriano is older, like I like my men, and despite the fact that I am big as a balloon carrying Catarina, he's quite the lover. He seems to be quite happy that I am carrying another man's child as he loves children, wants a big family, but can't father children of his own.� For Adriano, this is the next best thing.

As for the big family that Adriano wants, that is to be accomplished by me taking on carefully selected lovers who are to inseminate me until I have provided Adriano with the family he always wanted. Adriano, who also likes to see me being fucked by other men, has already selected the next two fathers of my future children.� How lucky can a girl be?