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Fatherly Guidance part 12 by Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

***

A reunion with her estranged father results in something
unexpected.


***

Friday began the same.  Awaken by Ronnie with a morning fuck, a
quick shower and off to Deek's house.  Jimmy wasn't there so Deek
had me all to himself.  "I can't wait to fist you," he said with
a smirk on his face as soon as we got there.  Shit, Ronnie told
him.  He had some baby oil ready and coated his hand and my pussy
with it.  His hands were bigger than Walter's but not as fat as
the other guy's.

He tried like hell for 20 minutes to get his fist inside me
before he gave up.  I still wasn't big enough to take a large
fist.  He got pissed but he'd get over it.  He fucked my ass and
at 8:20, we left for the motel.  My first date would be at 8:30.
Damn, who needs a prostitute at 8:30 in the morning!?

True to his word, he had a full schedule for me with one every
half an hour until noon.  By the time Ronnie picked me up, I'd
serviced eight customers.  He had a happy meal for me and let me
smoke another rock before we headed for the other motel.  I
really like the new crack he had as it seemed stronger and lasted
longer.  My first date wasn't until 1 so we had a little time
before I had to work.

The day seemed to drag on as man after man used my pussy or ass
to get off on.  A lot of the men were coming from Jackson and a
few from Baton Rouge.  I worked nonstop until 5 PM when I had a
no show.  Ronnie was pissed because he had two others ask for
that time but it had been taken.  He called both but neither
could make it on such short notice.

I smoked another rock and grabbed a bag of chips and a soda from
the vending machine.  My 5:30 was right on time but nothing to
write home about, an older, white, thin with a pencil dick.  The
six o'clock guy was nice looking with a long, fat cock so it
kinda made up for the 5:30 guy.  My day dragged on as dick after
endless dick was pushed into me in one place or another.  Only
about half were using condoms so I had to do quick clean ups
between them.

At 10:00 I had another no show and breathed a sigh of relief.  I
got to smoke another rock and relax a little before there was a
knock at the door.  It was 10:25 so I figured it was my 10:30 guy
a little early.  It wasn't.  The 10 o'clock was running late and
wanted me to service him now.  Ronnie ushered him into the room.

"Make it happen," he said closing the door.  He handed Ronnie
some money and began to undress.  I knew what he meant by that so
I parted my legs inviting him in.  Ronnie went into the other
room to wait for the 10:30 guy.  I gave this guy the ride of his
life and he kept slipping out from my thrusts.  It actually
surprised him that I was strong enough to buck him off like that
but I'd been getting a lot of practice.

I was high, pumped up and didn't have a care in the world.  He
finally came about 10:40 and as soon as he rolled off of me, I
sprang out of bed and headed for the next room, dropping the
condom on the floor. Ronnie smiled as I entered the room.  He was
glad I made him cum quickly to keep up with the flow.

Only once did I fall behind today and made a customer wait about
five minutes while I cleaned up.  It really wasn't my fault as I
was ready when he got there but he didn't like the fact that I
had cum inside of me.  I needed to wash up first.  I smiled at
the new guy.  He was black and the first one since the African
guy from the day before.

After this guy I'd only have two more before I was finished for
the day.  The good thing is that tomorrow was Saturday and I
wouldn't be going to Deek's house in the morning.  I only do that
on school days.  And Sunday Mom gets off of work at 8 PM so that
will be a short day too.  I could use the break.

****

"You did good today," Ronnie said as we got into the truck.  Some
how I wasn't feeling the same way.  He handed me a rock as a
"reward" to use whenever I wanted.  "You do right by me and I'll
do right by you," he said.  I sat quietly all the way home.  We
got home right at midnight and I figured he'd use the time to
fuck me before mom got home and send me to bed dirty again.

"Why don't you take a quick shower," he said closing the door. 
"Just make it fast and go straight to bed, okay?"  He was being
really nice to me and I liked it.  I cleaned up and rushed to
bed, getting there just at a quarter after.  Two minutes later I
heard mom's car pull in.

I slept until 10 when mom finally woke me up.  I was naked but
had the sheets pulled almost to my neck.  Ronnie forbids me from
sleeping with clothes on just in case he gets the urge to fuck me
in the middle of the night.  "Breakfast is ready," she said
kissing my forehead.

I was jonesing really bad and needed a hit.  I remembered the
rock Ronnie gave me last night and smoked it near my opened
window.  I went out feeling much better and mom even commented on
how much energy I had.  I smiled and ate.  I wasn't very hungry,
but ate it all anyway.  Mom was doing the dishes and Ronnie
watched me from across the table.

"I got things to take care of today.  Deek's is going to help us
today.  I'll meet up with you sometime later," was all he said
before getting up.  Mom was putting on her bland waitress uniform
and I was slipping on my tight mini skirt and blouse.  I put on a
little extra make up like Ronnie likes and waited in my bedroom
for him.  As soon as mom's car was out of the driveway, my door
opened.

"Let's go," he said and I followed him out to the truck.  Backing
out he stopped at the edge of the road and looked at me.  "You
are really very pretty, Debbie." he said and I smiled.  I'm not
sure if that's a curse or a blessing.  Maybe if I wasn't so
pretty all these guys wouldn't be standing in line to fuck me. 
If I was fat and ugly I probably wouldn't have anyone wanting to
fuck me.

He backed out and started heading towards Deek's.  "Come closer,
I want to be near you," he said patting my leg.  I wondered what
he was up to but did it anyway.  He put his arm around me and
pulled me tight to him, smashing my face against his chest. 
"You're a wonderful girl." He was starting to freak me out.  Why
was he being so nice to me?

He held me like that until we reached Deek's street and then let
me loose.  "It will take you a while to get used to this but once
you do, it'll be a cake walk," he said with a stoic expression.

I wasn't sure how anyone could get "used" to doing this all the
time.

"You think you hit a thousand yet?"  He asked.  I wasn't sure
what he meant and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"A thousand?"

"Yea, a thousand.  A thousand dicks.  You think you've had a
thousand yet?"

I looked up at him.  Was he serious?  What kind of question is
that?  I wasn't sure if I should answer him or if he was just
trying to be funny.  I sat silently trying to figure out if it
was a thousand yet.

"Well?"

"You really want me to answer that?!"

"Yea, why not?  Is it too many to remember?"  I looked down at my
lap.  Actually it was too many to remember and most were like
blurs on a fast moving train.  "I think it's safe to say it's
been at least a thousand," he added with a chuckle.

We drove another block before he spoke again.  "Ever heard of
Cleopatra?"  I'd heard of her but couldn't really remember who
she was.  "She's like the biggest slut in all history.  I heard
she fucked like over 25,000 guys in her life time.  Fucked over a
hundred men in one night a few times."  He looked over at me, I
guess to gauge my reaction.  I gave none.  "What you think 'bout
that?"  I shrugged my shoulder.  What did he want me to say? 
That I was impressed that she was a slut?

"I think you can beat 'er," he said patting my leg.  "No
contest," he added with a smile.  Great.  After I'm dead people
will talk about me saying that I'm the biggest slut in all
history.  Just what I want to be known for.  I stared out the
side window.

I'm surprised that I'm not raw from all the fucking I've been
doing.  Seems like every waking hour I've got a cock in me.  I
guess having sex is a lot like walking bare foot on a gravel
road.  It hurts a lot when you first do it, but after a while you
get used to it.  My thoughts were broken as we pulled into Deek's
place.

"Did you get it?" Ronnie asked as we entered.

"Yea, it's over there," he said pointing to the dinning table. 
Ronnie rushed quickly and found the sealed package.  Deek was
alone and guided me towards the sofa before pawing me as usual. 
The next thing I know Ronnie is standing over us holding a dildo.
 It seemed normal, about the standard size of an average man's
cock, but had a hose with a bulb on it next to a wire attached to
a control box.

Deek was already fingering me and Ronnie dropped down to run the
dildo along my crack.  Effortlessly he pushed it inside me.  Deek
began sucking my nipples so I couldn't see what Ronnie was doing,
but I soon felt it vibrating and heard the humming sound. 
Seconds later I felt it expanding inside of me.  Twisting my
body, I looked around Deek to see what Ronnie was up to.

He was squeezing the bulb on the dildo and it was filling with
air, growing by the second, stretching my pussy open.  I wasn't
sure how many times he squeezed it, but it was really starting to
hurt.  After a few more, I couldn't take it and grabbed for his
hand.

"Ronnie, please, it's hurting," I plead trying to push his hand
away.  Deek sat up to watch and commented on the bulge below my
stomach.  He squeezed it twice more, sending a ripple of pain
throughout my lower body.  I jerked backwards, trying to get away
from it.

"Hold still," he said giving it one more pump.

"Ronnie, please," I begged through clinched teeth.  "Take it out,
it hurts."

"You want me to take it out?" he asked not taking his eyes off of
my pussy.  I grunted a 'yes' grasping Deek's arm in a death grip.
 He stopped pumping the bulb and turned the vibrator off.  I was
still stretched inside and was panting to catch my breath.  This
hurt even more than when Walter put his hand inside of me.

I watched as Ronnie gripped the bottom of the dildo and began
pulling it out.  Another round of pain shot through my pussy.  He
pulled harder, causing the lips of my pussy to stretch out like a
small volcano about to erupt.  Deek held my hands as I tried
slapping Ronnie's away from the dildo.  More pulling and I cried
out.  Fuck that hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before.  Tears
came to my eyes and I watched through blurry vision as I gave
birth to the swollen object.  It no longer resembled a dildo but
looked more like a small football.

It popped free, sending some juices out and causing Ronnie to
lose his balance, nearly falling backwards.  Both men laughed as
he held up the engorged object and commented how big it was. 
Ronnie pushed a black button and within a second, it was back to
normal size.  I don't think I could say the same about my pussy.
Moving closer, he slid it back into me against my protests.

Less than a minute later I was reeling in pain once again as he
squeezed the bulb over and over.  I felt like an overstretched
balloon about to pop.  "You want me to take it out?" Ronnie asked
with a smirk.  I knew what he'd do if I said yes so I didn't give
him the satisfaction.  He would squeeze it once more and repeat
the question.  When I didn't answer, he'd squeeze it again and
ask again.  Finally I had to tell him yes or risk him tearing
something inside.

Deek held me down while Ronnie began pulling it out again.  If
this is what it feels like to have a baby, I never want one.  It
was bigger this time and took more effort to remove it, but by
God, he got it out without deflating it at all.

"Damn, look at that hole," Ronnie said as it shot out with a
sound.  Deek leaned over and whistled.

"Ain't no normal man gunna feel that no more," he said laughing.
I felt something cold and wet on my pussy and looked down to see
Ronnie was rubbing baby oil all over me and his hand.  I knew
what was coming next.  It took a little effort, but he finally
got his hand inside of me.  After sliding it back and forth a few
minutes, he pulled it out and offered Deek a try.

Deek was doing it harder, trying to fuck me with his hand and
Ronnie stopped him.  It was getting late and I had my first date
very soon.

****

With my newly stretched hole, I was able to do fisting with most
guys and Ronnie loved the fact that I was making him an extra $40
with every guy who did it.  The only problem was that I was
stretched too large for most guys to fuck me so my ass was
getting used a lot more.  A few days later Ronnie "discovered"
that if he had the dildo in my ass and inflated it, my pussy felt
tighter and that helped out for that who wanted to fuck my pussy.

Wednesday was a welcomed relief as I only worked until 3 PM as
momma wasn't working.  When Ronnie picked me up at the Budget
Motel, he had a big smile on his face.  I was glad he was happy,
but worried just the same.  While we drove home he was humming.

"You're in a good mood," I finally said breaking the silence.  He
looked at me and smiled.

"Yep, I sure am."  We drove another two blocks before he said
anything else.  "Took Gina to the doctor and she's having a girl,
just like I wanted.  Congratulations, you're gunna be a big
sister," he said patting my thigh.  Oh, shit.  Now what do I do?

I remained quiet until we got home.  Mom was in the kitchen
making something for dinner and I went into my room to think.  I
wish I had someone to talk to about this, someone to give me
advice and help me do what I need to do.  Pulling out my diary I
began writing.  So much has happened since the last time I wrote
anything and I needed to catch up.

****

Mom left for work on Saturday as usual and we were out the door
right after that.  Ronnie needed to swing by Deek's to get
something before I started working so we headed that way.  It was
raining that day and we were standing outside getting soaked as
Ronnie banged on his door.  Finally it opened and a brown hair
girl a little younger than me was standing there.  Ronnie's eye's
lit up.  Seconds later Deek came over and invited us in.

"Who's this?" Ronnie asked not taking his eyes off the young
girl.

"My niece, Kayra."

"Well, hel-lo Kayra," he said stooping down to be eye level with
her.  "I'm Ronnie, your uncle's best friend," he added extending
his hand for a shake. He stood up and turned to Deek.  "Where
have you been hiding this little doll?" he asked grinning.

"Don't even think about it.  She's my sister's kid and off
limits."

"She's beautiful, man, I was just thinking..."

"I know what you were thinking and I said NO!"  She's a virgin
and will stay that way, understand?"

"Com' on man, you gotta spread the wealth, if you know what I
mean," he said with a wink.  Deek turned to walk away and Ronnie
followed.  "You know what kinda money we're making right now. 
Just think how much we'd make with two sexy young..."

"Man, what part of NO don't you understand?  She's 11-years-old
and my sister's kid and there ain't nuttin' gunna happen to her.
Period."  That shut Ronnie up for a while.

"You fuck Debbie," he said like a last desperate effort to
convince Deek to go with his perverted plan.

"Everyone fucks Debbie," he said ushering Kayra into the kitchen
and away from Ronnie.  That made me feel like crap.  Deek came
out with a small bag and handed it to Ronnie then sat on the
sofa.  Ronnie stood there for about a minute before speaking.

"Just think about it, that's all I'm saying."

"I already did.  It's still no."

We left and I could tell Ronnie was upset.  I also knew that he
was manipulative and cunning and would find a way to get Kayra,
or someone like her, into his twisted scheme.

All night long I went like a pinball machine, bouncing back and
forth between the two rooms fucking guys I don't know and never
really wanted to know.  Most were nice, but a few were a little
too rough and one was just cruel.  Seven of the men fisted me and
the rest were straight fucks.  All week long Ronnie had me sleep
with the inflatable dildo stuffed inside my pussy and pumped up
enough to keep me opened. This allowed for easier fisting and
happier customers.  By the end of the night I was sore, but not
too much more than usual.

It was a few days later when Ronnie came up with a plan to use
Kayra without really using her.  I sat listening as Ronnie
explained what he wanted.  Deek listened cautiously as he laid
out his plan.

"Bring her by the house Saturday morning before Gina goes to
work.  Let her meet Kayra and we'll tell her she's Debbie's
friend.  That way when Debbie spends the night at her house, Gina
won't be suspicious."

"I don't think it's a good idea for Debbie to spend the night
with Kayra," Deek said crushing out his cigarette.

"She won't actually spend the night, but Gina won't know that. 
We'll say she is so that when Debbie doesn't come home at night,
she don't freak out."

"I don't understand, where's Debbie going?"

"Working.  Right now we have to quit by midnight to get home
before Gina does. We're missing a lotta money leaving so early. 
If Gina thinks Debbie's spending the night with Kayra, she won't
worry 'bout her and Debbie can work a few hours more."

WHAT!?!  I couldn't believe I was hearing this shit!  He wants me
to work MORE? I'm sure if he could figure a way, I'd be fucking
24/7.  I'm surprised he hasn't found a way yet.  I was about to
say something when he continued.

"It'll be just Friday and Saturday nights mostly.  That's when
the business is best.  You can call Gina and tell her you're
Kayra's dad and ask if it's okay if she spends the night.  I'll
encourage her to agree, giving us more alone time on the
weekends," he said winking.  I sat there amazed as he explained
his plan and how it could work. Either Deek or Jimmy would have
to meet us at the motel before midnight so that he could go home
before my mom got there.

****

Mom met Kayra that Saturday and was happy that I had a new
'little friend'.  Since Rachael left I'd had no friends and that
wasn't healthy for a young girl.  When she asked if I could spend
the night, I cringed knowing what was in store for me.  Mom was
more than happy to say yes and said for me to make sure I left
her phone number at home.  Of course it was Deek's number, but
she wouldn't know that.  Mom left for work at 11:35 that day and
I was at the motel by 12:15 ready for the first of many clients.

Ronnie stayed with me until my 11:30 entered the room and I saw
Deek talking to him.  Ronnie left shortly after that and Deek
stood by the door separating the two rooms watching while the
twenty-first customer for the day fucked me.  The man paid for a
straight fuck and was trying to get his money's worth, pounding
me as if punishing me for my sins.  The man just before him paid
to fist me and I had to use the dildo in my ass to make me
tighter for this guy.

The man finally came and rested on me for a while before rolling
onto his back.  I stayed next to him and looked down at the
cum-filled condom still hanging on his shrinking cock.  "Clean
him up," I heard Deek order from the doorway.  I struggled to sit
up.  Not only was I exhausted from nearly 12 hours of non-stop
sex, but the inflated cock in my ass made it hard to move.  I
released the air and moved easier to clean him.  Dropping the
condom to the floor, I slid his greasy cock into my mouth,
pushing it to the back of my throat.  A few sucks and swallows
and he was clean.

It was 10 minutes to midnight and I really needed to pee. 
Slipping out of bed, I made my way to the bathroom and sat there
for several minutes.  It still burned when I peed and I hoped
that would go away soon.  I did my little 'whore bath' where I
splashed water on my ass and pussy and wipe it off with a rag.  I
wipe off my tits as every man today had sucked and slobbered on
them before heading back out.

The guy who just fucked me was still in bed butt naked and
smiling at me.  He was once again hard and slowly stroking it.  I
looked at Deek wondering if he set up something else with this
guy.  He waved me over and pushed me into the next room.  My
midnight fuck was already there and waiting.

****

My head was turned watching the clock as the man rammed his fist
in and out of me. It was 3:47 and I hadn't had a break in over
six hours.  For about 10 minutes he had been punching me in the
pussy with his fist and he was getting tired.  Finally he stopped
and just kept his hand inside of me for a while.  Slowly he
pulled it out and rubbed the juices all over my tits before
leaning forward to push his cock into my abused hole.

I was so sloppy and loose that I couldn't tell if he was inside
me or not.  A few strokes later he stopped, making a similar
comment. Reaching for the dildo, I pushed it into my ass and
squeezed the bulb about a dozen times.  He was happy with the
feel of my new, tighter pussy.

Of the twenty-nine clients tonight, thirteen had paid extra to
fist me.  With each one it became easier and easier to take their
fists.  Even this guy with his size 12 wedding band and thick
fingers pushed it in without much effort.  Now he was humping me
missionary style and on the verge of cumming inside me.  He paid
$120 for half an hour, including $40 for the fisting and $20 for
no condom.

He rolled over panting.  I knew what I had to do.  Struggling to
sit up, I leaned over and sucked his cock clean before waddling
towards the bathroom.  I wasn't sure if I should take a shower or
now so I didn't.  About five minutes later I went out to find the
last guy getting dressed.  "Take a bath," Deek said pushing me
back into the restroom.  I took a long, hot shower and went out
to find the last guy gone and Deek lying naked on the bed.  I
guess he's gotta get his too.

Right away he pushed his hand inside me and pulled it all the way
out before pushing it back inside again.  He did this over and
over again, fucking me with long, deep strokes.  With his fist
still inside me, he moved his hips closer and began to push his
cock in along with his fist.  So far no one had done this before.
 I watched as he then grasped his cock with his hand inside my
pussy and began sliding it back and forth over his cock.  He was
actually masturbating inside my pussy!

He had me suck his cock on the way to his apartment.  He couldn't
take me home because mom thought I was staying at Kayra's. 
Walking in, I saw Jimmy sleeping on his couch.  It was 4:30 and I
was beyond exhaustion but he wanted to fuck me once more before
going to sleep.  Our noise must have awakened Jimmy cause a
little while later, he joined in.  After Deek came, he told us to
finish on the couch because he was tired.  HE WAS TIRED?!  You've
got to be kidding me.  Jimmy threw me over his shoulder like a 50
pound sack of rice and carried me into the living room.  He
fucked me until after 5 and then fell asleep on top of me.  I was
too tired to care and fell asleep soon afterwards.

I awoke up with someone heavy ontop of me, moving back and forth.
 Slowly I opened my eyes somewhat disorientated with my
surroundings.  Then I remembered that I was at Deek's and Jimmy
was fucking me again.  I really needed to pee but couldn't stop
him until he finished.  After he came I pushed up on him.  "If
you don't want me to piss on you, you'd better get up," I said
wiggling under him.  He rolled off onto the floor and I rushed
towards the bathroom.

It was 8:25 and I only slept for about three hours.  Deek came in
while I was still sitting there and stood in front of me with his
morning hard-on.  Leaning forwards I took him into my mouth.  I
knew this is what he wanted.  He pulled on the back of my head
forcing more of his cock into my throat.  Soon my nose was
touching his public hair and I was struggling to breath.  Then he
did the unthinkable.  Holding my head with both hands and his
cock several inched down my throat.  He let loose his pee.

I fought to get away while it burned down my throat and began
coming out of my nose.  Pushing his thighs away as hard as I
could, I only succeeded in getting it to the back of my throat. 
Now my mouth was filling up with piss and I was drowning in it. 
I gasped for air and swallowed alot of it while more still poured
out.

Stooping my head down, his hands slipped off my head and his cock
popped free of my mouth.  I was coughing and choking and almost
puked while trying to fill my lungs with air.  He continued
peeing, aiming it at my tits and pussy while I fought to recover.
 Once finished, he walked away leaving me coughing and hugging
the toilet trying to throw up the piss.  "Clean up the mess," he
said closing the door.

That was a hell of a way to start the day.  I showered and
cleaned up and stayed in there for about 20 minutes hoping Ronnie
would come get me.  No such luck.  Deek opened the door and told
me to hurry as I had my first client in 30 minutes.  The clock
said it was 9:27.  One good thing was that he was holding my pipe
and two rocks. I smiled and went to him.

****

Ronnie never got Kayra but he did manage to get another girl
working for him.  Her name was Melanie, she was nineteen, went to
Hinds College and was looking for a way to help pay for college.
At first she only wanted to work a few hours on Saturdays, maybe
three clients.  Ronnie started her out like that the first week.
Three guys over a seven hour period.  Hell in seven hours I was
doing 12 guys.  She was spending an hour with the guys for $150
of which she got $70.  The second week he set her up with four
guys and she complained, but still fucked them.

He kept trying to get her to smoke what I was smoking but she
wouldn't.  I asked him why she was getting all the good jobs and
only had to fuck 3 or 4 guys and he said because she's got class
and classy girls should be treated right.  By the fourth
Saturday, she had six clients lined up and she was pissed.  I
heard them talking about it in the other room while some guy was
fucking me.

Using his charms of persuasion, he talked her into fucking the
six guys but she complained about it for hours.  That following
Friday he set her up with a "special" client, 'just one for
today', he told her.  Hesitantly she agreed.  The next day I had
my first lez experience as one of her johns wanted two girls. 
Ronnie pulled me from next door and had us go down on each other.

She was bi and didn't have a problem but I'd never really had sex
with a girl before.  You can't count Rachael after all she really
was a guy.  If felt nice having a soft, gentle lover and her lips
were great to kiss.  She also really knew how to eat pussy, not
like the bumbling oafs that try.  The guy fucked my ass while I
went down on her although I really didn't know what I was doing.
Later Melanie said I did a great job.

She had seven dates that day and told Ronnie that she only wanted
to do three or four at the most and only on Saturdays.  He agreed
but that Friday he called her about the two dates he had set up
for her.  She refused to service them and I had to work them into
my schedule.  The next day she would only do four of the eight he
had lined up for her and again I took on the additional four.

The following weekend she didn't take his calls and he was
pissed.  He drove around looking for her but wasn't sure where to
find her.  He only had five dates set up for her but since he
couldn't locate her, I had to do them along with all the others
he had set up for me.  I didn't care as long as I had a steady
supply of my rock.

****

Over the next few months I watched as mom's belly got bigger and
bigger.  I also noticed my pussy doing the same thing.  With so
many guys shoving their fists inside of me and the continuous use
of that inflatable dildo, it was a large gaping hole.  Early in
the morning, before anything was stuck into me it almost looked
normal.  Probably larger than most, but as close to normal as
possible for me.  After a full day of fucking, it was a sloppy
mess that drooped loosely.

I tried talking to mom a few times about Ronnie and what his
plans were.  After failing twice, I finally barged into the
kitchen while she prepared dinner to spell it all out for her. 
She was seven months pregnant and too far for an abortion, but I
figured she could get rid of him before the baby was born.

"Mom, can we talk?" I asked grabbing a knife to help her peel the
potatoes.

"Sure, what about?"

"Uh, Ronnie..."

"Oh, yea, I wanted to talk to you about him too, honey," she said
putting down her knife and wiping her hands.  "I want you to
start calling him daddy, okay?"

"Huh?  What did you say?"  She repeated her request.

"With the baby coming I want her to hear you calling him daddy so
she'll know what to call him too.  After all, he _is_ you
father."

I was speechless.  I came in there to discuss what he was making
me do and what he wanted to do to the baby and how he planned on
having her have a lot of babies and doing the same thing to them
and she wants me to call him DADDY?!?!

"Mom, are you sure he's right for you.  I mean with the baby
coming and all."

She smirked and shook her head.  "What's gotten into you lately?
You used to sing his praise and now you're asking me if he's
right for me?  For us?  You know better than that, especially
with the baby coming.  He's making good money and will be a good
father for both you and Misty."  I guess they decided on a name
finally.

Just then Ronnie came bursting into the kitchen with a bouquet of
flowers and a bottle of red wine.  Walking over he hugged and
kissed mom, kissed her belly and then kissed me on the forehead.
"Put these in water, will you?" he said handing me the flowers. 
Mom was all giddy and laughed when he whispered something into
her ear.

"What are my two favorite girls talking about?" he said grabbing
two glasses for the wine.

Mom shook her head laughing and then fed me to the wolves.  "Oh,
Debbie was just wondering if you'd be a good father for the baby
or not.  She's worried you're not the best man for me but I
assured her you were."  The stare he gave me sent chills down my
spine.  I knew I was screwed.  One way or another he'd make me
pay for my disobedience.

I decided to make a quick escape and headed for my room.  Moments
later Ronnie entered and closed the door.  "What's that all
about?" he asked standing over me while I lay on the bed.  I
didn't answer.  "I asked you a question," he said raising he
voice a little.

"I... uh, just don't want anything bad to happen to the baby,
that's all."

"Bad?  Like what?"

"Like what you're making me do."  That seemed to shock him and it
took about a full minute before he replied.

"Nobody's making you do shit.  You're doing this on your own. 
You were doing it before I met you and you're still doing it. 
I'm just helping you with it, that's all."  Yea, yea, I heard
that line of crap before.  He was getting visibly angry and I
knew better than to push the subject.  He sat down next to me.

"You got a problem with our arrangement?"  I said nothing and
simply stared at the wall.  "Well?"

"I don't like doing it and not so much and with so many guys." 
He rubbed my back a little and patted my ass smiling.

"But you're so good at it and all the guys love you.  For them to
be able to spend time with a beautiful young woman like you is an
honor for most of the losers out there.  How often can most of
the men you fuck do that?  Have someone like you for a few
minutes?"

"Ronnie, does it have to be so many?  I mean I'm fucking like 30
or more guys a day.  Every day.  All day long and what do I get
out of it?"

"You get the satisfaction of knowing you're helping lonely men
and bringing joy and happiness to them.  I also buy you whatever
you need and most importantly, you get all you want of this," he
said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a rock.

I stared at it and caught myself licking my lips.  "You know this
isn't just regular crack, right?  It's a speedball made with
heroin and meth.  This is some kick-ass shit and a lot more
addictive than just crack.  In fact it's a fact that once people
get hooked on heroin, they can die when they try to quit.  Did
you know that?  Your body gets so hooked on it, when you stop
getting it, you die."

WHAT?! I got a sudden rush of fear and felt my eyes widen.  I got
a cold chill and I noticed my hands beginning to shake.  "What do
you mean, die?"  I knew what he meant, but I had to hear it
again.

"Just what I said.  Check it out if you want.  You try to quit
and you'll die.  Simple as that."  He stood up and glared down at
me.  "So you see, you need me more than I need you.  I need you
to keep making me money and to keep your fucking mouth closed
around you mother, and you need me for this."  He tossed the one
rock onto the bed and turned to walk away.  "Do I make myself
clear?"

I stared at the off-white crystal just inches from my leg and
slowly nodded.  He had me for now, but I'd find away to get even.
 I stared at the closed door for several minutes after he left.

Just the thought of not getting my rock and maybe dying made me
want it even more.  I locked my door and huddled near the opened
window and smoked it.  Every last bit of it and savored the
incredible feeling it gave me.  This was my god and I worshipped
it diligently.  Later I went out, ate dinner quietly and returned
to my room to enjoy my only night off.  I cried myself to sleep
knowing that I was doomed to live my life like this until I was
no longer valuable to him.

****

About a week later we made a detour from our usual route to the
motel and ended up on the boardwalk near the river.  I knew
better than to ask where we were heading and remained silent.
There were no real repercussions from my talk with mom and I
decided it was in my best interest to keep quite for now.  I'll
figure a way to let her know without jeopardizing my need.  I
froze as we pulled into a tattoo and piercing place.  The two of
us went in and Ronnie talked to this really weird looking guy.

He was heavy into piercings and tattoos and every area exposed
had a tat.  He was the owner and they worked out a deal.  I'd get
a small tattoo, my nose and navel pierced and I'd pay for it with
my pussy.

I didn't want to do it and mumbled this to Ronnie, but he ignored
it.  The tattoo was a small, block letter style just above my
pussy and said "RO/HO" separated by a bolt of lightening.  The
guy asked it that was our initials and Ronnie laughed and said it
stood for Ronnie's Ho.  The guy got a laugh out of that.  Next
came my nose and after pushing the needle through, I bled for
almost an hour.  My navel wasn't as bad but still hurt.

When it came time to pay, we went into a back room and I learned
that he had even more tats on his body and even had a large,
silver hoop piercing through his cock head.  He even had small
bead implanted under the skin along this cock.  "Ouch, didn't
that hurt?" I asked looking at it.  The hoop going through the
tip and into his pee hole was really big.  When I dropped my
skirt, he stared between my legs and asked me how old I was.  I
wasn't sure what Ronnie said so I looked towards him.

"She's old enough," he piped in.  "Why?"

"I was just wondering 'cause she's got some huge-ass lips," he
said with a smile.  "They're perfect for piercing."  That seemed
to get Ronnie's attention.  "I knew this chick that had big lips
like this and she had some major rings on them.  Used to put
weights and shit on them to make them stretch.  She was one
fucked up bitch though," he added stroking his cock to make it
hard.  I looked at Ronnie and could see the wheels turning.

"How much for that?" he asked as the guy positioned himself
between my spread legs.

"For what?"

"To pierce her pussy."  I nearly gasped and wanted to shout out
to forget about it, but stayed quiet as tattoo man pushed himself
inside of me.

"Depends on how much you want to do."

"As much as you can, what do you think, you're the expert."

He stroked inside me a few minutes before answering.  "Maybe five
or six on each lip and one larger one on the clit."  FIVE OR SIX?
 What the fuck?  I don't want that many on my pussy.  Shit, I
don't want any on my pussy.  He stroked faster and harder.
Pulling my shirt up, he began to suck on my nipples while he
thrust back and forth. "These nipples are sweet for that too. 
Nice and firm and stick out just enough."

"Yea, that sounds great.  Let me know how much and we'll work
something out, okay?"  I already knew what he'd work out, I just
didn't know how many times I'd have to do it.  After the guy came
he backed away and began dressing as if nothing really happened.
I could feel his cum leaking out of me and grabbed a tissue to
clean up.  The two men talked about me and what I "needed" to get
pierced and maybe another tat later.  It would have to wait two
days as mom wasn't working the next day.

****

Mom blew up when she saw my nose stud and demanded that I take it
out immediately. Ronnie explained that I was going through a
normal stage and I'd out grow it and said it was his fault that I
got it because he agreed to let me do it.  I was confused as it
was his idea that I get it but he made it seem like I wanted it.
He calmed her down and soon it was forgotten.  The next day we
returned to the tattoo place and I got what I "needed".

I was sore and it hurt like hell as he kept sticking the needle
over and over into my skin.  I ended up with six hoops on each of
my pussy lips starting from small to a bigger size.  He put a
large bar through the skin covering my clit and one in each of my
nipples.  The final pain came from the stud he put in my tongue.
Everything was swollen, bleeding and hurting.  I didn't feel like
working but knew that I couldn't get out of it.  For the next
three days everyone fucked my ass to give my pussy time to heal.

-end of part 12-

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