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Fatherly Guidance part 8 by Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)
***
A reunion with her estranged father results in something
unexpected.
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We were at the truck stop diner by 4:30 and I was talking to my
first date within a few minutes of getting there. I rode in the
truck and Ronnie gave me a rock to smoke on the way. Weirdo
parked in the very corner and Ronnie was a few spaces away. I
looked back at them as I climbed into my first big rig of the
night.
"Straight fucks, no blow jobs today. Make sure they don't use
condoms and if they do, get it from them and pour it out into the
fucker's mouth," were my instructions as we drove there. I
didn't have to worry about that as no one used one.
I climbed down after my first fuck and headed for the van. It
was cargo van with no windows on the sides. The doors in back
had small windows but were covered with curtains. A shower
curtain stretched across the back of the seats giving some
privacy. I opened the door and climbed in.
Weirdo was on his back, his head closest to the doors waiting for
me. Squatting over his face I lowered my dripping pussy towards
his mouth. I had been squeezing as hard as I could to keep as
much in as possible and like a flood gate, it poured out just a
few inches from him. He lunged upward like Shamu jumping out of
the water, planting his mouth over my sex.
I pushed, he sucked and five minutes later I was all cleaned.
Getting out, I went in search for my next customer. By 7 o'clock
I had made nine trips to the van and there was no sign of
slowing. I did have to pee once but waited until he cleaned me
to do it. I also grabbed a sandwich from the cooler and a soda
before heading back out.
After my tenth date Ronnie let me take a break and handed me the
pipe and a rock. "You're doing great," he said as the drug
coursed through my body. Just as I was about to go back out a
cop car pulled up next to us. I freaked out. The officer got
out and approached Ronnie's side.
"License and registration," he said looking over his mirrored
glasses at the three of us.
"Lucky? That you?" Ronnie asked grinning like a fool. He
removed his glasses and his face cracked into a smile.
"Ronnie? I'll be damn I haven't seen you since high school."
"Deek," Ronnie said turning to his friend. "You remember Lucky,
don't you?"
"Sure do. We used to have some great times." He was smiling
too.
"Lucky, this is my daughter, Debbie," he said putting his arm
around me.
"Your daughter?! I didn't think you'd ever have kids," he said
with a smile.
"What's going on, Lucky? Why you here?"
"Got a call about a prostitute working out here. Caller said she
was from this truck. Even gave your tag number."
"A prostitute?! Are you serious? I think there's a mistake
about that. Just me and Deek and Debbie here. Just got a
sandwich and a soda. I was about to go back in for some smokes
when you pulled up."
He looked us over, me especially. I looked like a whore, I
smelled like a whore and I think he knew I was a whore, but his
old high school friend said I wasn't so that was good enough.
"Can you step out of the vehicle, Ronnie?" he asked stepping
back.
The two of them went around the front of the squad car and
talked. "What do you think they're talking about?" I asked Deek.
"Dunno. Hope he don't cause us no shit though." He lit a
cigarette and took a deep drag staring at them. "If he runs
Ronnie's id we're fucked."
"What do you mean?"
He took another long, hard drag and blew the smoke out of the
window. "Ronnie's a wanted man. That's why he left Florida. Got
warrants out for him there." I watched as the cigarette burned
bright red on the tip as he sucked hard on it again. After the
fourth puff it was almost gone and he flicked it out of the
window. "He was heading west. Maybe Texas, maybe California.
Stopped by to see some old friends on his way through." He
looked back at Ronnie and the cop.
"He wanted to go see you mom, you know to get a piece before
leaving. Still got something for her I think. Then he found out
'bout you and everything changed." He never once looked at me
while he talked. His eyes glanced around but mostly he focused on
what was going on with this Lucky cop.
"You mean he found out he had a daughter and wanted to spend some
time with me?" I asked hopeful that he wasn't the asshole I
thought he was and maybe he did care about me.
"Huh? Uh, no. He found out you were like the biggest slut in
the county. Said he had to find out for himself if it was true.
I guess he found out alright," he said smiling for the first time
since Ronnie left the truck. I felt like shit.
The door opening startled me and I jumped a bit. Ronnie was
getting in and Lucky came back to the driver's window. "My
shift's over at 11," he said staring at me.
"No problem, man. It's set up. Hey, it's really great to see
you again," Ronnie said starting the truck. Lucky walked around,
got into his car and left. Ronnie picked up his phone and called
weirdo. We were leaving here to prevent any more problems but
told him to follow us to another location. It was almost 8 now
and getting dark.
"What happened?" Deek asked as we pulled out of the truck stop.
"He just had to make it look good. That shit head manager of the
truck stop called the cops on us 'bout Debbie. He said we'd
better get moving 'cause he didn't want any more calls."
"So nuttin' gunna happen, right?"
"Naw, you know Lucky. He was one crazy bastard back in high
school. I surprised he's even a cop. We used to out run the pigs
back in the day. Just the six of us probably was a third of the
crime rate in Vicksburg," he said laughing.
"And Lucky was the worstest," Deek added with a snort. They both
laughed.
I had no idea what they were talking about but I did know that we
wouldn't be getting in trouble. We drove down the river walk
near all the casino boats, strip joints and dive bars and parked
at a bar known for the blue collar workers, red necks and boat
workers. Every once in a while you'd hear on the news about this
place and the fights or drug busts and whatever.
Weirdo parked next to the truck and Ronnie got out to talk to
him. I saw him give Ronnie a lot of money and they came to Deek's
side. "Let's go inside," he said to Deek and started walking
towards the darkened door. He got out and weirdo got in the
truck with me with a big grin.
"You are very pretty," he said once again. I smiled. "You know
you look a lot like Jody Foster did when she was young. Or that
Lindsay Lohan girl, `cept without all those stupid freckles."
"Thanks," I said looking towards the bar.
"I'm serious. You could be a model if you wanted to be. Guys
would go crazy for you." I didn't reply. "Can I ask you
something?" Oh God what now? Why does he have to be here and
why doesn't he just shut the fuck up! "Why do you do this? I
mean all the sex stuff."
I looked at him and wasn't sure what to say. Why DID I do this?
What has my life become? I saw Ronnie's cigarettes on the dash
and reached for them. "You really shouldn't smoke. They're bad
for you." I ignored him and lit one.
"Thank you for doing this for me," he started again. "It's been
a fantasy of mine for a long time." I blew smoke towards him and
watched as it floated out of the window.
"Are you gay?" I asked trying to turn the conversation away from
me.
"WHAT?! Oh my god why would you ask that? Of course I'm NOT
gay!" Wow he took offense to that question.
"Then why do you want to eat cum? That's kinda gay isn't it?"
"No it isn't. A lot of guys eat it. I've been eating my own
since I was a teenager. Anyway if it's in a pussy it's okay. I
mean it's not like I'm sucking some guys cock or anything."
"Oh, okay," I said taking another drag off the cigarette. "Did
you give Ronnie all of your money?"
"Yea, why?"
"Just wondering. Do you know how many more customers I'm
supposed to do for you?"
"Eight. But Ronnie said he's got a bonus for me later if I pay
all upfront." Oh great, a surprise. Just then the door opened
and Ronnie and some big cowboy type walked out heading our way.
He opened the door and the light came on so he could get a good
look at me.
"Only 50 for this sweet young thing?" the burley man asked
peering in through the window.
"Yea, and we got the penthouse suite right here," he said
slapping the side of the van. It was dark outside so I didn't
get a good look at him but that didn't really matter. He handed
some money to Ronnie and I climbed over weirdo's lap to get out.
Even with the thin mattress it was hard on my back and having a
250 pound bucking bronco pounding away on top of me didn't help
at all. He didn't even take off his clothes, just pulled his
jeans down to his knees and shoved his cock into me. I could
feel the van rocking from his thrusts.
After he finished he got off, pulled up his pants and mumbled
some- thing that sounded like thanks and left. Ronnie was gone
but the weirdo was standing there waiting. As soon as cowboy was
out of the way, he climbed into the van and began slurping on my
pussy.
At least with his mouth occupied he wouldn't be asking me any
more annoying questions. His mouth and tongue felt really nice
on me and I soon found my hips swaying slightly under his
attention. My hands went to his thinning hair and pulled him
harder into my crotch. I was on my way to a nice orgasm. Just
then the door swung opened again and Ronnie was standing there
with another man.
I couldn't see him at all as the street light was behind them and
the inside of the van was dark. I saw something exchange hands
and weirdo go out and the new guy got in. I was butt naked with
my legs spread wide waiting for him. He had on too much
cologne, was smaller than the last guy, had hairy arms and legs
and hadn't shaved his face in a few days but that's about all I
could tell about him.
He entered the van without saying anything and left the same way.
The door opened and weirdo was waiting right for him to leave.
As soon as he did, he was licking between my legs again. Two
more men fucked me before I was given a break. I went on the
side of the building to pee, was given a bottle of beer and
another rock. It was just after 9 o'clock when I got back inside
the van. Four down and four more to go.
****
I wasn't sure what time it was as the last man withdrew and left
without saying a word. I guess whores don't deserve the courtesy
of conversation. He was a bulky man and had to step outside of
the van to pull his pants up. I could hear the van squeaking as
he plunged repeatedly into me, rocking it from side to side.
Weirdo was there like an excited school boy waiting in the
dessert line for a piece of cake. I later learned his name was
Milton but for now weirdo works. I was tender and a little sore
from all the activity but didn't say anything. Whores don't
complain.
"What time is it?" I asked as he positioned himself between my
legs.
"10:54," he said after a quick glance at his watch. I was glad
that it wasn't too late. We still had about an hour before we
had to get home to beat mom there. He slurped, sucked, licked
and dug his fingers into me savoring the last of whatever he
could find. I was too sore to enjoy it but moaned for him
anyway. Guys like to hear that.
Fifteen minutes later Ronnie opened the doors and said it was
time to go. We had to meet someone. I rolled my eyes. I'd
hoped I was done for the night but apparently not. "Stay in the
van," he said walking away. Weirdo got out and closed the doors.
We drove for a few minutes and I was amazed at how bad the roads
were. You never really notice in a car but in the back of the
van I could feel every bump and hole on the street. I didn't
know where we were but it was dark outside.
The back of the van opened and Ronnie, Deek and the cop Lucky
were standing there. Lucky was still in his uniform and was
shining his light on me. Weirdo joined them right afterwards.
"She's all yours," Ronnie said slapping Lucky on the back. He
smiled before climbing into the van. I parted my legs
welcomingly. This must be payment for not arresting us earlier.
He was hard and had trouble getting it out with his big belt on.
I helped him unbuckle it and remove it before pulling his pants
down. One of my hands went to his balls, the other to his cock
as I leaned forward to take him into my mouth.
He groaned as I pushed him to the back of my throat and beyond.
"Oh, damn that feels great," he panted out. I smiled around his
cock. That's what I'm known for, deep throat Debbie...
A few minutes of that and he pushed me back onto the mattress. I
watched as he pulled out a condom and rolled it on. He's the
first guy tonight to use one. "Can't be too careful," he said
leaning towards me. I guided him to my pussy and sucked in a
little air as he pushed his way inside. The latex seemed to
irritate my tender hole more than going bare.
It didn't take him long to cum. Maybe my blow job got him to
that point or maybe it was my age or he thought I was pretty or
maybe he just cums fast, but whatever it was, he was filling the
condom in about three minutes. He rested about a minute before
sitting up and pulling it off his cock.
In the dim overhead light I could see the tip was full. He
really came a lot. I reached out for it and he pulled it back.
"What are you doing?" he asked suspiciously. I guess cops are
like that.
"I love to feel cum inside my pussy. Can I put it inside?
Please?" I asked in my sweetest little girl voice.
He looked over his shoulder towards the others. "Damn this
girl's a freak."
"You ain't shitting me," Ronnie said with a smirk. Lucky looked
back at me then at the condom before handing it over. I took it,
put a folded blanket under my ass and shoved the opened end
inside me as deep as my finger would push it. Upending the tip,
I squeegeed the cum out by using two fingers pressed together.
It had cooled a little but was still warm.
While I was doing this Lucky had gotten dressed and was sitting
at the back of the van watching with the others. Deek climbed
in, unzipping his pants as he crawled towards me on his knees.
Holding my feet together he raised my ass further and began
jerking off. I was expecting him to do like last time and cum
inside me but instead he shot his load all over my pussy.
His cum was very thick, almost like paste, and hardly moved from
where it landed. A thick streak dripped off the tip and landed
along the crack of my ass. Once done he wiped the tip along the
lips of my pussy and turned towards Ronnie.
"You gunna give 'er a load?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Naw. Gotta save it for Gina. We're trying to have a baby," he
said winking. He looked back at me and grabbed an ankle in each
hand, spreading my legs wide.
"Come 'n get it," he said to no one but we all knew what he
meant. Weirdo tripped over the bumper and fell into the van in
his haste to reach me. With my butt in the air and my legs wide
I could clearly see his face as he feasted first on all the loose
cum around the outside and then dove in for the "bonus". This
guy is creepy.
Over the smacking sounds he was making I could hear Ronnie and
Lucky talking, mostly about me.
"She really your daughter?" he asked still sitting at the back of
the van.
"Naw, she's just some dumb slut I got workin' for me."
"You gotta be careful at that truckstop. Her mom works there and
if we get another call, I might not be the one to respond."
"Yea, I will, thanks for the warning. Oh, and anytime you want a
freeby, just call me, you got my number. For you it's always
free."
"Yea, I appreciate that but I'm not sure that will happen."
"What's wrong, you didn't like her?"
"No, it's not that," he said pausing a while. "You know I'm
married, was 13 years last June. I got three kids. Youngest is
six now."
"Oh, I see. You're feeling guilty about fuckin' her."
"No, not really. I fuck on the side often; I'm a guy after all,
right?" they both laughed. "Even after 13 years of fucking and
three kids, my wife's pussy is tighter than your whore's. Not
sure how that's possible, but I couldn't hardly feel anything."
I felt insulted and hurt. I bet his wife didn't just spend 10
hours fucking over 20 guys one after the other. Let her do that
and let's see who's pussy is tighter!
"It's getting late and I got to get home," Lucky said standing
up. They talked some more as Ronnie walked him to his car and he
drove away.
"Okay, hotshot," Ronnie said. "Party's over we gotta get moving
too." Hesitantly he backed away from me, his mouth covered with
saliva and cum. He licked his lips before sitting back.
"Can she suck me off one more time? I'm about to explode and it
won't take me long." Ronnie looked at him, then me and nodded.
He was right. Thirty seconds after putting him inside my mouth
he was cumming. I collected it all and once he was done, I knew
what he wanted and kissed him, pushing it into his mouth using my
tongue.
****
We met with Milton two more times over the next five weeks and
did the same thing. The first time with 16 guys and the second
with 19. Then suddenly he stopped contacting us. Ronnie found
out later why. He finally admitted about being gay, or at least
bi and found out about bathhouses, adult video stores and porno
theaters where guys go to get their cocks sucked. There are
plenty of places like that in Jackson and I'm sure he's in hog
heaven swallowing gallons of cum from guys that push their cocks
through little holes in the walls.
For me, I'm just thankful there's one less weirdo for me to fuck
with. He was good for some quick cash and he did keep me clean,
but it just seems a little strange for him to do that and was the
butt of Ronnie and Deeks jokes for a long time.
-end of part 8-
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