_________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Fatherly Guidance part 11 by Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) *** A reunion with her estranged father results in something unexpected. *** The next guy was black. I mean BLACK. I've fucked a lotta black guys before and most can be called mocha, coca, milk chocolate or a high yellow, but none had been this black. He was like from the furtherest reaches of central Africa. He even looked like he was from Africa and wore brown slacks with a yellow and red striped shirt. He had black, patten leather shoes and a big gold watch. His hair was cut short and just had that foreign look about him. "You ore vedy priddy," he said with a thick accent. I figured as much. I was standing there naked in front of him after a very busy morning and he still thought I was pretty. That was sweet. I went to him and put my hand on his chest, smiling. He looked down at mine and brought his very black hand out to touch them. My free hand went to his and squeezed them letting him know it was okay. Then it drifted down to his crotch and I felt for his cock. He was already hard and I followed it down his pants to just below the pocket until I reached the head. Nice. "You evea bin wid a black mon before?" he asked. I nodded. "I nevea bin wid a white gurl before." I smiled. "I'll be gentle," I said taking his hand and guiding him to the bed. It was time to get this started. The faster I start, the faster this will be over with. I sat on the bed and pulled him closer. He watched through wide eyes as I unfastened his belt and pants and pulled them down. He was wearing boxers and his hard cock bulged out to the left side. I pulled them down, exposing the ugliest cock I'd ever seen. It was gnarly and misshapen. It started out straight for a few inches then kinked hard to the left. The skin was rough and uneven with bumps and knots in it. Veins criss crossed over it hidden by the jet black skin adding to it's weird look. He was uncircumcised and I pulled the skin back revealing an even uglier head. It looked as if someone used a meat tenderizer on it or something. The size was good, about 10 inches long and as big around as my wrist, but it was so damn ugly. As much as I didn't want to, I leaned forward and took it into my mouth. He sucked in a breath of air. "Where I'm from gurls dun do dat," he said as I push past the half way mark. I sucked it a little more then pulled it out. "You want me to stop?" "Oh, heavens no, gull, I just tole you dat." I resumed sucking. It was actually not that bad once I got it inside my mouth. Not being able to see it made it tolerable. After a few minutes I reached for a condom. I'm glad Ronnie buys the extra large kind because a lot of the guys I fuck need them. Once I rolled it on, I kissed the tip and laid backwards, spreading my legs. I could still smell the mechanic on the sheets and the bed still had a wet spot in the middle. He hurried to get his shoes and pants off but left his socks and shirt on. I reached for his cock as he crawled between my legs and guided it to my hole. He slipped in easily and mentioned how surprised he was that a girl my age and size could take him without any discomfort. Wrapping my legs around him, I pulled hard and pushed my hips up at the same time to swallow the last few inches of his manhood. "Shut up and fuck me," I said lacing my fingers behind his neck. He did just that and began pounding hard at me. One thing I noticed about black guys is that they have good rhythm when dancing and fucking. I'd never had a cock bent like this before and it was rubbing me raw inside. I tried rotating my hips to ease the feeling, but never got over it. He was really fucking me hard and I was about to stop him because I was getting sore inside when he suddenly stopped, welded his groin to mine and let out several loud grunts. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me. I counted at least eight strong jerks and several smaller ones. Damn he's really filling that condom up! After a couple of minutes, he sat back on his heels, pulling his cock out of me with a plop. I looked down to see his it sticking through the condom and a large dollop of cum hanging from the tip. A rush of goo streamed out of me and I right away knew the condom had broken. Shit. I could feel it puddling at my ass. Dammit, I'm all full of cum now. I sat up and another surge of cum flowed out. "I'm so saw-re, I dunno wat happin," he said staring down between my legs. It really wasn't his fault, unless it was that deformed cock that broke it but what can I do. What's done is done. I stood up, watching the off-white slime slithering out of my swollen and bruised hole like an errant slug. He was watching it too and had this strange look on his face. Taking four fingers, I wiped away what had leaked out and wiped it on the comforter. Right away another inch long, elongated wad appeared and made a similar trek followed by yet another. "Saw-re, I cum a lot." "Get a move on," Ronnie called out from the doorway. I hadn't looked at the clock at all while this guy fucked me and was shocked to see it was already 2:38. The dirty, cold rag Ronnie had thrown to me earlier was still on the floor so I grabbed it and wiped my pussy with it. As soon as I wiped away the cum, another wad poked out looking for attention. Taking the rag by the corner, I shoved it deep inside my pussy and pulled it out. It was coated with slime and I dropped it to the floor. The African just stared at me while I did that. "You ave no shame, gull," he said with a sour look on his face. Funny how just a few minutes ago he was enjoying my lack of shame. Giving my pussy one more wipe with the sheet, I tramped towards the doorway separating the two rooms. The next guy was older, much older, like 60 years-old or more and already partially undressed. His stained tank top was tucked into his oversized boxers and his black socks were held up just below his knees by some band. What hair he had left was totally white, he had a large pot belly with skinny white legs and floppy skin under his arms. When I walked in naked, he smiled showing several missing teeth in the front. "3:00," Ronnie grunted as I passed him. I let out a soft sigh knowing that he'd keep me doing this until I collapsed and then probably keep renting out my unconscious body. Offer a little discount because I'm nonresponsive. I smiled to the old man and he met me half way. "Let me look at you," he said holding my shoulders at arm's length. "You are quite lovely, child." I wanted to roll my eyes but then that wouldn't be good for business. Being this close I could see his man boobs sagging under his dingy shirt. He hugged me, groping my ass as he pulled me closer. "Come, let's get to know each other." For the next ten minutes we sat on the bed and talked. He told me about his wife who died three years ago after being married 47 years. Today would have been his 50th wedding anniversary and he wanted to celebrate it with a woman. I looked at the clock, 2:50. "Can I call you Martha?" He asked. "Just for today. That was her name." "Sure, you can call me whatever you want to. It's your money," I replied not realizing how insensitive that must have sounded. He smiled anyway. I reached for his cock. It was soft and spongy. Slipping my hand inside the leg opening, I grab it and gave it a little squeeze. He grunted and I smiled. "Lay back," I said giving his chest a soft push. He fell backwards and I began playing with his cock before removing his boxers. Like him it was old and wrinkly and had a rancid smell to it. I licked it a few times before pushing it inside my mouth. He groaned. Over the next couple of minutes I sucked and stroked it, trying to get him hard but nothing happened. It wouldn't get hard. "I've been impotent for about twenty years now," he finally said after I tried for several minutes to get a rise out of it. I was confused. "Then why did you want a hooker?" I asked admitting to myself that I was a prostitute. "Just to have a woman's touch again. I miss it after so long. And there's something I was hoping you'd allow me to do. Martha enjoyed it and after I couldn't have sex with her any longer, I would do that to satisfy her. Over the years I got pretty good at it," he said winking. I figured it was oral sex. More guys have been licking my pussy lately but most don't know what they're doing. I guess I could give the old coot a try. It might be a refreshing break not to fuck someone right now. It was his anniversary after all. "Okay, gramps, whatever you want," I said smiling. "You can call me Walter. Now lay down with your head on the pillow," he said moving around to give me room. I did what he asked and noticed the used condom next to me. I didn't throw it away after the last guy. He got between my legs and began fingering me. Nothing new there. I was still pretty wet from the African guy but he didn't seem to care. "You got any lube?" he asked pushing another finger inside. "No, sorry. I didn't bring any." "That's okay, I'll use this," he said reaching for the used condom. I watched mortified as he pour some it the cum into the palm of his left hand and coated his right hand with it. Then he poured the rest onto my pussy and massaged it in. What the fuck is this old man up to? He went back to fingering me. Before that, he had been using two fingers but now he had three and then four inside me. He began pushing hard against me and I felt the hardness of his knuckles grinding against my pubes. "Walter, what are you doing?" I asked just before I felt myself being stretched. "Just relax. It will go in easier if you relax." "I hope you're not planning on putting your hand inside me," I panted. My body jerked and eyes shut as his knuckles disappeared past my lips. "Just relax, Debbie" I heard a voice from above me say. Slowly I opened my eyes to see Ronnie standing above us with a devilish grin on his face. He watched as the old man twisted and rocked his hand back and forth trying to get it in more. It had reached his thumb and he had to use this other hand to tuck it in. More pushing followed but it wouldn't go in past his thumb knuckle. "You need more lube," I heard Ronnie say and watched as he retrieved another used condom from the trash can. Holding it over me about a foot, he turned over it and squeezed out all the cum, covering my pussy and Walter's hand. The extra wetness and extra push worked as I suddenly felt a sharp pain ripple through my lower half as the remaining part of his hand slipped inside. I cried out and jerked back as his hand disappeared inside. It had been a while since I'd lost my virginity but I was very sure this hurt more than that. "Just relax, honey," Walter said holding his hand still inside me. I could feel my death grip on his wrist slowly waning until the pain started to lessen. With a pained expression I stared up at Ronnie hoping he'd tell the old coot to stop and take his hand out before he ruined me. No such luck as there was a glimmer in his eyes much like Rachael used to have when she watched me fucking a lot of guys. I was panting, taking short breaths trying to minimize the pain and trying like hell to relax enough to keep it from hurting so much. Damn, is this what it feels like to give birth? Then he began to move. Slowly at first, just a little in and out and then gently spinning it about an inch back and forth. I'm not sure if it was because I was more relaxed or just getting used to it, but the pain was starting to go away. "Here," Ronnie said. I looked up to see him holding my pipe and a lighter. He brought it to my mouth and I graciously accepted it. Listening to the rock crackle and pop took my mind off of what the old man was doing and within a few seconds, I didn't feel any pain below. He was rocking it a little harder and faster and twisting it further around while moving back and forth. I lay docile looking up at the ceiling while he worked on me. My head was spinning, my eyes mere slits and my pussy was stuffed with something that shouldn't be there. But ironically, it was starting to feel nice. The old man was right. He was pretty good at it. He kept hitting the right spot over and over again, using his thumb knuckle to massage a place that hardly got touched. I sucked in a deep breath as I felt a sudden chill coarse throughout my body. It was followed by a second and then a third. I was fast approaching an orgasm and I knew it would be a big one. I jerked as the first shockwave rippled through. Then, like a freight train, it hit me. My ass came off the bed and my back arched. The only parts of my body on the bed were the bottoms of my feet and my shoulders. This forced a little more of his hand into me but I didn't care. He grabbed my clit and squeezed, sending me into another orgasm. I cried out, not in pain, but pleasure. Pure unadulterated pleasure. Never before had I experienced an orgasm so intense and so deep. I don't think I took a breath for about two minutes and floated off the bed for nearly that long before I relaxed enough to fall back. I panted, trying to breath, taking short, shallow breaths. I could feel perspiration all over my body. I could hear some garbled animals sounds and realized it was coming from me. Walter's hand was still inside me but he wasn't moving. I looked over my tits at him to see a big, toothless grin. He too was sweating and seemed to be proud of what he just did. "Enjoy that?" I was still shaking as if chilled and my pussy was numb, but yes, I did enjoy it. That was by far the best orgasm ever, hands down. I smiled at my pun. Then came the hard part. My pussy seemed to have swollen around his hand so pulling it out was harder than pushing it in. He tried several times but couldn't do it. He pulled me several inches at a time as he fought in desperation to remove it. "Sorry, you're tighter than my wife was," he said resting for a bit after trying again. Ronnie got on the bed above me, grabbed me under the arms, and interlaced his finger together below my breasts. "You pull and I'll pull," he told Walter. "Maybe we should wait a while, let her rest and catch her breath," he said trying to get comfortable between my spread legs. "Fuck that. She's got business to take care of." With that he leaned backwards while Walter pulled his arm back. It slowly began coming out and once it cleared his thumb, it shot out like a squeezed melon seed. He flew backwards almost falling off the bed and Ronnie fell back against the wall. I grabbed my crotch. Suddenly it hurt like hell. Ronnie just dropped me to the bed and leaned over to my ear. "Looks like you got another use," he said before going into the other room. I was still hurting and just laid there moaning. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," Walter said sitting next to me rubbing my back. I sniffled and rolled over onto my back. I tried sitting up but had a sharp pain shoot through me pussy as I bend so I fell back down. "It's okay, I'll be alright," I said finally able to breathe. "Thanks for the orgasm, it was nice." He smiled at me and reached for his pants. I watched as the old man slowly dressed. Ronnie stood by the doorway with his arms crossed and tapping his foot. Finally Walter left giving me a twenty dollar bill as a tip. I thanked him and watched as the door closed. "What's taking you so fuckin' long?" Ronnie yelled out from the doorway. "The man's been waiting a long time." I turned my head and read the clock, 3:18. I tried sitting up again but I was exhausted. My body ached, my pussy burned and I had no energy. I knew I was a mess but couldn't really do anything about it. "Fuck it," he said going back into the other room. I half hoped he'd tell the man that I couldn't work right now and let me rest. Seeing Ronnie and another man walking into the room dashed that hope. "Sorry about this, I'll take a little off for your inconvenience," Ronnie said as they stepped closer. "She was getting fisted and didn't want to stop," he said looking down at me. The man's eyes bulged out when he heard that and he quickly looked between my legs. "You mean she can take a fist?" "Are you kidding me?" Ronnie exclaimed almost in disbelief. "She loves it and cums like a muthafucker when she's fisted." Oh God, please no. I don't think I can do that again. I'm still hurting after Walter. "Is it extra for that?" "Yea, normally it's an extra $40, but since she kept you waiting, it'll only be another $20." I watched as the new man pulled his wallet out without taking his eyes off of me. He fished out a bill, took a quick glance at it and handed it to Ronnie before getting on the bed. He was still dressed and was eager to get started. I looked down at his fingers playing with my loose lips. They were short and stubby and much thicker than Walter's. He quickly pushed in four fingers all the way to the knuckle and stopped. I was stretched as much as when Walter had his entire fist in. He kept twisting and turning his hand, trying to get it in more. "You got any baby oil or something like that?" he asked realizing it wouldn't budge. "Naw, next time I'll have some, but I'm out right now." The new guy went back to work and got his own lube by spitting on me several times. It helped but now enough to get his hand in any further. It was too thick and I was too tight. Too tight. I had a laugh at that. For the past few months I've had several guys tell me I'm too loose and now I'm too tight! I was getting raw from him pushing and twisting his hand trying to force it in by any means necessary. I looked up at Ronnie who was hovering over us watching with intense interest as he tried his best to shove his hand in me. After a while he pulled his fingers out and I breathed a sign of relief. He was giving up. I watched as he spit twice on his hand and rubbed it in with the other. Then he put his hands together as if to pray and returned them to my pussy. Both of them. He can't be serious. He's not going to try and shove both hands in me, is he? I felt myself stretching as his fingers from both hand passed the second knuckle. Rocking them back and forth he managed to get them in a little deeper, but not to the final knuckles. Several minutes passed as he tried in vain to get eight fingers completely inside my pussy. I looked at the clock and sighed as I noticed the time. 3:46. Ronnie was more fascinated with what he was doing to watch the time so I pointed it out to him. He made an angry face before realizing I was right. He's cutting into the next customer's time if he allows him to continue. He went next door for a few minutes and returned to see the guy was still determined to push his hand in me. "I don't think she can handle your fist right now," he said entering the room. "Why don't you fuck 'er now and try it next time." I could tell the guy was disappointed and really wanted to see how far he could push it inside. He gave it one last hard shove before taking them out. I felt immediate relief. My pussy was gapping and sagging and he mentioned this to Ronnie saying he thought I'd be too loose for his cock. Ronnie's solution was for him to fuck my ass, which he did. I stared at the clocks numbers flipping as he pounded fast and hard in my ass. Ronnie didn't want to return his extra $20 for fisting so he allowed him to fuck me bareback. At 3:55 he came inside my ass and pushed me forward. I collapsed on the bed panting and sweating. Ronnie came to me and got an inch from my ear. "Your 3:30 is waiting in the next room and your 4:00 will be here soon. Gets your ass moving!" I groaned and rolled over. "Here," he said throwing me a cold, wet towel. "Clean up." I wiped my face and body, cleaning the sweat, cum and spit off the best I could. Ronnie took me by the arm and pulled me towards the door to the next room. The other guy was still getting dressed and someone was knocking on the outer door as I entered the other room. There was nothing special about the new guy. He was older, maybe 45, dressed casually and had salt and pepper hair. One thing I did notice was his wedding ring. So many guys I fuck now are married. He was sitting on the bed and was fully dressed except his shoes. I went and sat next to him. "You're Debbie, right?" he asked smiling. I nodded and put my hand on his thigh. "I love your website and those pictures of you are so sexy. I think you'll be a great porn star." I smiled back and moved my hand further up his leg. He followed suit by putting his on my leg and rubbing it back and forth. I didn't have a lot of time. Getting on my knees, I struggled with his zipper. "Whoa, you don't waste a lot of time, do you?" he said with a slight laugh. "I like a woman who takes charge." He was semi-erect and appeared to be about average sized. After a few minutes of sucking, he was fully hard and grew to about seven inches. I pushed him backwards on the bed and pulled his pants down enough to expose his balls. I climbed on top of him and sank my pussy right down to his root. No warm up, no condom. I had to get this guy off fast or they'll be hell to pay. I was sore and it hurt, but I still rocked back and forth on top of him. He played with my tits, squeezing, pulling and pinching my nipples and occasionally sitting up to lick or bite them. I was sloppy, wet loose and my pussy made squishy sounds as I picked up the pace. He held my hips and helped by thrusting upwards while I slid back and forth. His cock was banging against the walls of my vagina like a bell pendulum. "Oh, shit, that's good," he grunted out through barred teeth. "I'm cumming......" "Yes, daddy, cum for me, shoot your hot load inside me," I wasn't sure what to say but that sounded good. A lot of older men get off when I call them 'daddy'. It worked as within 10 seconds, he was grunting and cumming inside me. I could feel the weak jerks of his cock as he did. I slowly slipped off his lap and onto the floor. He was breathing hard and just laying there. Getting back on my knees, I slipped the slimy rod into my mouth to wash it off some. I also used this time to squeeze out whatever cum I could onto the carpet and used my free hand to wipe my pussy with the corner of the sheet. "That was great," he said lifting his head. Standing, I smiled and patted his cock. "Yes it was. You need to come see me again real soon." He smiled and I glanced at the clock. 4:14. I made good time. Walking towards the other door, I turned to look over my shoulder and blew him a kiss. He was nice, came fast and didn't want anything weird. I could use more dates like him. The other guy was sitting with Ronnie talking football when I walked in. Ronnie's face lit up as I'm sure he didn't think I'd be finished so quickly with the last guy. This guy looked like a Texan with a big cowboy hat, a big mustache, button down shirt, jeans and boots. He looked a lot like that Sam Elliot guy my mom was crazy about. He stood up and was really tall. Even without boots on he's probably 6'4 or so and very bulky. Not fat, but very stocky. I found out soon enough that his cock matched his size. Thankfully I was still stretched and very wet. Even though I was sore as hell, I had no problem handling him. He rolled off of me at 4:39 and I was thankful that I'd have about 20 minutes to rest before my next date. Ronnie said my break was at 4:30 and I just wanted to lay here and rest. Cowboy wanted to play with my body while he lay next to me and just kept rubbing his hands all over me. I'm sure if I hadn't been through what I'd been through so far I wouldn't have minded it, but I was irritated and wanted to slap his hands away but didn't. "Get cleaned up," Ronnie said coming to my rescue. Cowboy was getting another hard on playing with me and I was afraid he'd want seconds. I dragged myself into the bathroom and Ronnie followed. "You got someone waiting in the other room." "I thought you said I'd have a break at 4:30." "You did. This is the motel's owner's brother. He wants his now and since you're not busy, I told him to come up." He opened the door to leave then stopped. "Don't take long 'cause you gotta 5 o'clock too." I threw the towel at the closed door. **** 11:30 couldn't come fast enough. I knew that would be my last date for the night as we'd have to be home before mom. I had a no-show date at 7 and a cancellation at 9:30 but was kept busy with a new customer every half hour since I started. I over heard Ronnie quoting the price of $80 to someone on the phone as he tried to fill the 9:30 slot. He lowered it to $60 when the guy turned him down. Fortunately he didn't take that offer either and I was allowed to rest. While my last date thrust in and out of me, I thought back on how many times today I'd been fucked. I held him tight with my arms but left my legs spread wide, it was less painful that way. As with the last two dates, he was bare and I knew I'd be going home with a cunt full of cum again. My stray thoughts were interrupted as he grunted and began to slow. Any second now I'd feel his cock jerking, wetting my inner tissues even more. One last thrust and one long moan and I felt it. I watched unable to move as the man slowly dressed and talked about me to Ronnie. I was so tired, so weak and so sore. I still couldn't believe he was making me do this. Not just whoring me, but being so insistent about it and the way he keeps pushing me to do more. The man left and Ronnie came to the bed and stood over me. It was only 11:47 and there was time for me to take a quick shower. He had other plans. I turned away as he unzipped and pulled down his pants. I didn't see, but I was sure he was hard. He'd been watching me taking cock after cock all day and I'm sure it had an impact on him. I felt his weight on the bed and closed my eyes. He slipped in without difficulty as I'd been used hard and often all day. My only thanks were that he didn't tell any one else about the fisting. We were running late and that would have taken too long. He wasn't doing it for my pleasure and just fucked me like all the others had, not caring about my comfort or enjoyment. After a few minutes of steady stroking, he stiffened and came. He said nothing as he got off me and went into the bathroom. Pulling myself out of bed I went in after him. Cum coated my inner thighs and was dripping out of my hole. It was no longer a pussy and was simply a hole for men to put their cocks in. I started to run some bath water. "You ain't got no time for that. Just wash off with a rag," he said heading back into the other room. I did what he said and got dressed. We were in the truck just before midnight heading home. "Tomorrow you gotta do better," he started as we pulled out of the parking lot. "What do you mean?" BETTER?! You've got to be kidding! "You kept most of the guys waiting too long. I don't like that. When I book someone at 4 o'clock; you need to be ready for them at 4 o'clock and not 4:20, understand." "Maybe you shouldn't book so many and not so close together," I blurted out not really thinking. A second later I felt a blow to the side of my head. He punched me in the head knocking me sideways. I was suddenly jerked back up and pulled towards him by my hair. "Don't you _EVER_ talk back to me again. Do you understand me!?! He shouted at the top of his voice right in my face. He was looking at me and not the road and I knew we'd probably wreck. He pushed me away and I moved to the door, out of arms reach. The look on his face was pure evil and was actually scared of him now. We got home at nearly a quarter after 12 and he rushed me to bed. There was still no time for a bath or shower. Mom would be home soon and she couldn't find me awake. I reeked of sex and sweat and men and wished that I could get that smell off of me before sleeping. I climbed under the covers as I heard Mom's car pulling into the driveway. -end of part 11- IF YOU ENJOYED THIS STORY PLEASE LET ME KNOW, I'D LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU! Feedback Form: http://www1.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=DFJEIHKUUZPSNCHHAXJZ ALL MY STORIES CAN BE FOUND AT: /files/Authors/wetfly6969/STORIES/