_________________________________________ 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 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- If you enjoyed this story, please let me know Feedback Form: http://www1.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=DFJEIHKUUZPSNCHHAXJZ ALL MY STORIES CAN BE FOUND AT: /files/Authors/wetfly6969/STORIES/