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   A Car for my Daughter 3 By Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)



   Momma defined places to find men by how many men were available.  A pond
had a few good choices but you may have to wait a while to catch one.  A
lake had more `fish' and generally the turn around was a lot better. 
Without a car we weren't able to visit a lot of lakes and had to settle on
a lot of ponds in the area.  Now we can visit more lakes, such as truck
stops, rest stops, car parks, gas stations and stores, sometimes shopping
malls.  But our core business was still run out of the motel room.

   After a brief stop at Vinnie's, we were on our way to catch more fish. I
had never really been inside a truck stop before and watching all the big
trucks coming and going was impressive.  That was before I realized why we
were there.  Another interesting fact I learned was that almost all of the
big rigs have beds behind the seats for the trucker to sleep in when he's
tired.  It also works well as a place to fuck.

   After about 10 days of nonstop sex with an ever increasing number of
men, the manager of the motel finally became suspicious enough to kick us
out.  He accused momma of being a prostitute and servicing clients in the
room.  He was half right.  We gathered up our few belongings and hit the
road.

   A few times she'd met someone willing to let us spend a few days at
their home in exchange for free sex with me.  This always ended when the
guys found out she was bringing other men over in their absence to have sex
with me as well.  We stayed in various motels and hotels mostly along I-95,
highway 1 or a few further inland.

   She had a knack for finding the trashiest neighborhoods with the
skuzziest men who had no problem with having sex with me.  Mostly it was
one-on-one but a lot of times it was with pairs or groups of men.  Vicky
had always resisted, always fought, always argued and this kept her numbers
low.  I didn't do that.  I did what momma told me to do and like a trained
circus animal, I performed over and over again countless times.

   As soon as one finished using me, she'd always have another one waiting
or find one quickly there after.  I never resisted, never fought, never
argued and simply opened my legs like the automatic doors at Wal-Mart
welcoming the next customer.  This made momma happy and in turn, made my
life somewhat better.

   I had always admired Vicky for being able to have sex nine or ten times
a day and it not seem to affect her.  Within a month, though, I was doing
twice that amount and within six weeks it was approaching three times that
number everyday with no end in sight.  The more momma pushed me to perform,
the more I did and not once did I raise my voice to protest.  She must have
taken my silence as my acceptance.

   I remember it was unusually cold the morning we met Carlos which changed
the way she looked for customers.  It was mid November and we had just
checked into a motel when she noticed a Spanish guy outside smoking a
cigarette.  I was wearing one of my usual whore outfits and he was staring
at me.  This was an invitation for her to approach him and solicit another
john.  They talked briefly, his eyes hardly leaving my body before he said
that he didn't have any money to pay for me, but he knew where we could
make a `ton' of cash.

   It only required me to have sex with him for him to disclose where this
secret place was.  Momma, always on the look out for more money, took him
up on this offer with the understanding that if he `screwed' her, she'd cut
his balls off.  He had sex with me in the back seat as we drove to where
ever this mysterious place was.  He'd given her general directions and
fucked me until we got close to where we were going.

   "Turn left at the next road," he said sitting up trying to get his pants
back over his butt.  Slowly I sat up and looked around.  We weren't in the
city any longer and all I saw was fields and trees everywhere.  The roads
suddenly became bumpy and I was bouncing around trying to hold on.  "Next
right," he said taking us further into the wooded area.  I was getting
scared that this guy might kill us and take our money and the car and no
one would ever find us.

   "It's just ahead a little more," he said leaning over the back of the
seat to point.  The area ahead was a clearing with two old buses, several
trucks, large and small, and a lot of people.  They were all Spanish and I
later found out they were migrant workers picking the oranges.

   "Wait here," Carlos said getting out.  I watched as he approached two
men and spoke to them in Spanish.  I didn't have a good feeling about this
and I could tell momma was getting nervous as well.  Or maybe she just
needed another fix.  It's hard to tell with her sometimes.  Carlos motioned
with his hand to come over.

   "Stay in the car," she said getting out.  I was really freaking out and
watched as momma went to the men talking.  We were the only white people
there and the few people I could see were staring at us.  After a couple of
minutes momma came back to the car with a smile.  "Come `ere, I want you to
meet someone," she said opening my door.  I got out, smoothing my skintight
skirt down in the process.

   She walked behind me with both hands on my shoulders to set my pace. 
All around me I could see people on ladders, others on the ground still
more walking around and picking up oranges and a few standing there staring
at me.  "This is Crystal," she said marching me closer to the men.  The two
new men were grinning like fools and Carlos had a strange look on his face.


   "Buenos d'as, senioria Crystal," the older of the two men said tipping
his straw hat.  I smiled still apprehensive about what's going on.

   "Well?" momma said waiting for someone to answer a pending question.

   Both of the men looked me up and down.  My micro mini skirt again had
crawled up past the bottom of my butt and I was sure they could see my
exposed pussy, but I no longer cared.  The matching shirt exposed my
midriff and hardly covered my breasts.  I could feel Carlos's cum slowly
seeping out no matter how hard I tried to keep it inside.

   "Only if it don't slow the work down.  I got quota to make," the other
man spoke.

   "I go first," the man that greeted me said with a heavy Spanish accent.
I turned to look at momma.

   "What's goin' on?"

   "You gotta ask?" I suddenly felt someone grab my wrist and tug me
towards one of the buses.  It was the man that said he was going first and
he literally dragged me the 30 or so feet.  Carlos had already left us and
was talking to some the workers picking oranges.  The second man followed
behind us a few feet and momma followed behind him.

   On the bus I was stripped naked and pushed back onto one of the double
seats within 20 seconds.  Fumbling with his pants, he quickly pulled them
down and fell on top of me finding my pussy on the first try.  It didn't
take him long to start thrusting fast and hard into me and quickly
deposited his cum inside me.

   Pulling himself off, he moved aside and the other man hurriedly got
between my legs.  He already had his stiff cock out and it was ready to
fuck.  The first guy stood there watching, even after he was dressed until
the other guy came.  Momma was sitting in the driver's seat and we were
fucking in the seat just behind her.

   As the two men left, another Mexican climbed onto the bus and handed
momma some money.  Standing in front of me he pulled his jeans and
underwear down and got on me, pushing his hard, stubby cock inside.  As I
did countless times before, I spread my legs wider allowing him to fuck me
as hard as he wanted.  He came within a few minutes and moved off of me. 
Another man was waiting there with his pants pulled down, stroking his hard
cock and a big smile.

   So began my new role as a cash cow.  Before momma had to hunt for men to
pay the $60 or $70 to fuck me, but now they came to us.  For that price
they got a half an hour to fuck me, although most didn't use up all their
time.  Now the men are only paying $20 for six minutes of sex.  If I'm able
to do 10 guys an hour, that's making $200 for the same amount of time. 
Even eight or nine guys an hour will earn more than before.

   Momma only had to sit back and collect the money while the men lined up
for sex.  Her job was easier; the money better and there was less risk of
being caught by the cops as no one would tell on us.  Most of the people
working as day laborers were undocumented aliens and many didn't speak
English.  It was a great gig, for her anyway.

   That first day I fucked 41 guys, not including Carlos and the two guys
to start, in about five hours.  I had a couple of breaks to pee and clean
up and then went back on the bus.  Afterwards we drove back to the motel
where I bathed and got ready to entertain a few more men that momma brought
back.

   My pussy had been used so much over the past six months that I wasn't
even sore.  A little raw, but it didn't hurt.  When the last man of the
night rolled off me all sweaty and panting at 2:13, I fell asleep without
even cleaning up.  I was exhausted.

   It was just after 7 AM when momma was shaking me awake.  My body was
stiff as if I'd been working out for hours and took a few minutes to crawl
out of bed.  "Why did you wake me up so early," I grumbled on my way to the
bathroom.

   "We're meeting someone, get dressed," was all she said going through my
clothes deciding what I'd wear.  Not that it really mattered as I didn't
keep them on for long.  When I came out I noticed my Daisy Dukes and a
yellow spaghetti-strap camisole laid out.  Slipping them on, I struggled to
get the shorts buttoned as they were so tight.

   Making a pass through a drive thru window for breakfast, we were on our
way down some highway to some unknown destination going to meet some
unknown person.  We picked up Carlos at a Circle K store on Federal Highway
and he got in the back with me.  Neither of us spoke as he began kissing
and touching me.  Leaning me backwards he got on me and began shuffling
with his zipper.  He entered me without a single word being spoken.

   By 8 o'clock we were pulling into another orange grove with lots of
trucks and people.  He had finished fucking me at least 20 minutes before
we got there but I was still on my back, my shorts tossed some place on the
floorboard.  I sat up as my door opened and some Mexican-looking guy
reached in.  I didn't flinch as he reached in and pulled me out.  There
wasn't a bus there but there was a large passenger van with windows all
around it.

   The door was slid opened and I was pushed onto the middle seat.  The guy
who brought me unbuckled his pants and got climbed in with me, pushing his
cock into my pussy.  Momma sat in the seat in front of us and watched from
over the back of the seat.  She wasn't the only one.  The van wasn't as
tall as the bus so every window had at least one face leering through it at
me, all with the same lust-filled expression.

   As soon as one finished, another was waiting in the wings for his turn.
Each of them had their cock out and hard when it came to their turn.  This
minimized the turn around time and kept them primed to cum quickly.  They
didn't want to go over the six minutes as they would be required to pay for
two sessions.  Most were not gentle and only cared about getting their
rocks off.  After all, that's why I was there.

   Just as the day before, after this, we went to the motel to clean up and
resume my job.  It was easier this way as the men were given more time and
I didn't have to fuck so many one right after the other.  The following day
was Friday and we headed back out to the country to another citrus
plantation where I was served up again to anyone with $20.

   Luckily Saturday and Sunday were like days off as we didn't head out to
the fields.  Most were closed for the weekend but that didn't mean that I
wasn't going to have sex, just not as much.  Monday morning found us
heading back out towards the farms.  Carlos spent the night with us and
fucked me five times throughout the night.  He knew a lot of people and
knew most of the foremen from the fields, making it easier for a young
white girl to work as a prostitute, but for a price.

   The morning began much as the last three as I fucked who ever had the
money to pay until after lunch and then we left.  This time, however, we
didn't head back to the city but instead went to another field nearby and I
worked that field the same way until it began to get dark.  By Friday I had
so much cum pumped into my body that I was surprised my eyes balls weren't
floating in semen.

   I was sore and raw from all the extra sex and begged momma not to make
me go back the following Monday.  She simply replied, "We'll see." Monday
morning we did see as Carlos stayed with us again the night before and
early Monday morning we were driving out of the city towards Clewiston.  I
knew our destination and knew what I would be doing.

   Thanksgiving and Christmas came and went without any fanfare, not that I
expected any.  My twelfth birthday a month later also went unnoticed and I
didn't even get so much as a card.  I did, however, spend the better part
of the day on the vinyl seat of a beat up old bus and then several more
hours in the back of a conversion van.  My birthday unfortunately fell on a
weekday and it was business as usual for me.

   My only reprieve was knowing that very soon the harvesting season for
oranges would be ending and most of the Mexicans I was fucking would move
on.  I was sure momma had no desire to follow them and I would be `safe'
until later in the year.  I didn't count on other fruit coming into season
though and found myself back in the fields servicing the day labor force.
Again I said nothing to momma and she kept me working until one hot June
day I dropped from exhaustion and had to be hospitalized.

   It was at that time when I learned that Vicky had gone to the police
shortly after she was sold and reported everything momma was doing to us.
They arrested the man who bought her and have been looking for me for
months.  Since we moved around so much, they weren't able to find me so for
almost a year, I'd been a cum dumpster for any cock with a few bucks.  Even
after all the money she spent on drugs, cigarettes, booze and whatever,
they found over $20,000 hidden in the car and another thousand on her.

   The police arrested her on a whole string of charges and after a while,
gave us the money.  Neither of us was old enough to care for ourselves so
they helped us locate our grandfather.  Luckily he wanted us and we found
ourselves on a plane to meet him, courteous of the State of Florida.  Vicky
had already had her baby, a girl, and we took turns caring for her.  With
everything I'd been through it was hard to be just a `normal'
twelve-year-old girl, especially since dear ole granddad was setting rules
that I didn't like.

   It was getting cooler outside, late October that year when gramps and I
had it out.  He demanded that I be home by 10 o'clock but I liked to stay
out longer.  It was almost midnight when I made it home only to find the
doors all locked and he wouldn't let me in.  I wondered around the
neighborhood for a while and headed towards an all night diner to get a
coke.  I sat in a booth alone and put my head down.

   "Hey, sweet li'l momma, how you doin'," someone asked.  Raising my head
I saw a tall black guy standing there with a smile.  I knew what he wanted
but it had been a very long time since I had anyone touch me in a sexual
way and I sort of missed it.  I sat up and smiled.

   "Mind if I sit down?"

   "No, not at all," I said expecting him to sit across from me but instead
pushed his way down next to me.

   "I'm dolla," he said extending his hand to shake.

   "Crystal," I said shaking it.

   "What's a fine-assed li'l momma like you sittin' here all by yo self?"

   "I'm bored.  Plus I got locked outta my house."

   "You need a crib to crash tonight?  I gotta place." I looked at him.  He
looked very gangster and had scars and marks all over his body with several
tattoos.  This guy was a thug in every way possible and I knew if I went
with him I'd get fucked.  Maybe that's just what I needed to get me out of
my depression though.

   "Sure, let's go."

   He had a nice car, an Escalade with dark, tinted windows and was fully
loaded.  I was impressed as I'd never been in such a nice car, or should I
say SUV, before.  We drove for a while to an apartment complex on the south
side and even though the building was rundown and crappie looking, the
apartment was very nice inside.  As expected, he put the moves on me pretty
quick and within an hour, we were in his bed fucking.

   We started dating after that and when grandpa learned I was dating a
30-year-old black man, he went through the roof.  I laughed in his face. 
He never fully understood everything Vicky and I went through, me
especially so he had no right to try and tell me now what to do.  I packed
my shit and left, calling Dolla from the pay phone at the diner.  It didn't
take long, maybe a few days, after I moved in that Dolla had a request.  He
had a friend in town and needed some companionship.  I knew what he meant
and it's not like I haven't done it before so I agreed.

   He was an older white guy and I was curious how he was Dolla's friend
because all of his friends were black.  But I was in love with him and
would do anything for him.  I soon found out what `anything' would be.

   ~The End

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