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Fatherly Guidance part 15

by Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

***

A reunion with her estranged father results in something
unexpected.


***

"Move your ass, whore," a voice from above me shouted into my
face.  Slowly I became conscious, fighting to open my eyes.  My
eye lids felt as if they were made of lead and my body seemed to
be floating although I was lying on a cold, hard surface.  There
was a bright light just above my head but the room was dark and
noisy.  I could hear a lot of voices, laughter, loud music from a
distance and the clinking of glasses all around me.

My body was being rocked back and forth and I had a slight weight
on top of me so I knew I was getting fucked but I didn't know by
who.  I wasn't even sure where I was or how I got here.  The last
thing I remembered was struggling with Deek at his apartment and
Ronnie jabbing me with that needle.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," the man on me cried out as he suddenly
stopped moving.  I could feel him inside me now, his cock jerking
and throbbing, spraying my insides with his seed.  He remained
connected to me for several long minutes, his foul breath
showering my face as he panted, trying to catch his breath.

"Lazy, whore," he barked at me.  "If I wanted a cold bitch to
fuck I'd go home to my wife!" he added moving away.  Someone said
something else to him about his wife to a round of laughter.  I
couldn't see much around me as the light was shining right in my
face blinding me.

"Who's next?" I heard someone call out and immediately someone
moved between my legs, jerking me down a few inches before
entering me.  I felt soaked inside and wondered how long I'd been
here and how many men fucked me.

Turning my head to the side I noticed the dark green felt and the
raised side of the table I was on.  My vision was clearing and I
saw there was a hole in the middle of the side and knew that I
was on a pool table, but where?

"Suck my cock, slut!" someone yelled yanking my head to the other
side.  A hard, long cock was thrust against my lips and I opened
my mouth.  Hands were on my breasts, squeezing and pulling on
them and others were brushing against whatever part of my body
they could reach between the others crowded around me.  The man
thrusting back and forth on me suddenly began to slow and grunted
several times before coming to a stop.

"I'm next," someone called out pushing my most recent lover aside
and taking his place.  I tried seeing beyond the group but with
the bright light only a few feet above me and the surrounding
area so dim, I could only see vague images of people standing
around.

The guy I was sucking shifted to straddle my face and knocked the
light from my eyes allowing me to finally see my surroundings. 
There were a few tables, neon lights, a long bar filled with men
sitting on stools and drinking bottles of beer.  Many others
circled the pool table watching while the men shoved their cocks
into me.

At the new angle he was able to easily reach the back of my
throat and kept pushing the head deeper and deeper.  I had been
trained for this and just relaxed my throat, allowing it to fully
penetrate my mouth.  After a few strokes, he welded it to my
mouth, his balls covering my eyes while he unleashed wads of his
hot, gooey cum straight into my windpipe.

It was so deep in my throat that I couldn't swallow until he
slowly pulled it out.  Immediately I began to cough and tried to
squirm away from the man pounding hard into me from below but
someone grabbed my hair and I was yanked back down.

Two men from either side of me climbed on the pool table each
jockeying for the next spot in my mouth and briefly both of their
cock heads were pushed between my lips.  The one on my right won
out and the other man backed away but remained close.  He wanted
to be sure he'd be next.

The familiar grunting and moaning from the man plowing into my
pussy gave testimony that he was adding his sperm to my already
overfilled hole.  I had a brief moment of emptiness as he
withdrew but I was quickly refilled by some other nameless cock
who enthusiastically attempted to break some unchallenged thrust
record.

I felt my growing breasts and stomach flopping back and forth
from his intense pounding and tried to put my hand down to push
him away but it was intercepted and guided to a hard cock near my
hip.  His relentless blows continued as the large hand enveloped
my hand and aided me in masturbating him.

Someone moved next to me on the other side and a struggled began
as he tried to pull my other hand towards his cock.  He won out
and my left hand was now filled with a cock as well.  My mind was
suddenly getting clearer as the events of the past few hours
began to creep back to my consciousness.

I began gagging as my mouth was suddenly filled with cum.  The
guy gave two last deep thrusts before pulling away, leaving a
line of slime along my cheek.  The last contender who lost out
was suddenly there pushing his cock towards my mouth.  I guess he
wanted to be sure no one else beat him to me again.

The one slamming hard into me suddenly slowed his pace and began
making strange noises as if he was being stabbed or something. 
Thirty seconds later he stopped moving and stayed that way until
someone pulled him away from me.

"WAIT!" I yelled out pulling the guy's cock out of my mouth.  "I
gotta pee!" My bladder was filled and with the way that last guy
fucked me, I couldn't hold it much longer.

"Give `er a break, gentlemen," someone said stepping in to help
me sit up.  "I think she's earned one."  He was tall, slightly
older than Ronnie and very nice looking.  I wondered why he was
in a shitty bar with these assholes and then had to wonder that
about myself too.

"Thanks," I said as he extended his hand to help me off of the
pool table.  It was a short hop down to the floor and when I
landed, a large blob of cum plopped out of me dropping to the
floor.  My inner thighs were streaked with cum, most of it clear
or dried but some fresh and thick.

My stomach prevented me from seeing my pussy directly but from
the way it tingled, I was sure it was red and swollen.  My legs
were weak and shaking and the man who helped me down put his arm
around me and helped me towards the restroom.

"I'll take `er" I heard someone say and looked up to see Deek
standing right in front of us with a scowling expression.  The
man stepped aside and Deek took his place and practically dragged
me towards the restroom.  My feet couldn't keep up with his pace
and I kept losing my balance.

One thing I'll never understand about men and using the restroom
is why are they such pigs in there?  Trash and dirt every where,
piss on the floors and toilet seats, dirty sinks and walls and
the smell is the worst part of it.  This restroom was one of the
grossest ones I'd ever been in and the stench was overpowering.

I know this because Deek pulled me into the men's room and I
didn't realize it until I saw how filthy it was and then the two
urinals on the wall.  I tried to say something but he pushed me
into the one stall there and ordered me to take my much needed
pee.  No surprise there was no toilet paper and he handed me a
few sheets of the brown paper towels from the dispenser before
joining me in the small cubicle.

I half expected for him to tell me to suck him off as he was
standing right in front of me.  Instead I looked up and saw him
pulling a needle out of his pocket and flicked the side with his
finger a few times.

"Deek, no, I don't want that!" I said cowering onto the toilet
seat.

"I don't give a fuck what you want.  You're gunna get it," he
said pulling the bright orange cap off.  "Give me your fuckin'
arm."  I sat motionless for what seemed like a long time, but
probably was only a minute or so.  The blow to the side of my
head knocked me off the seat and onto the sticky, smelly floor
between the wall and the toilet.  Reaching down he pulled my arm
up and I felt the stinging sensation right at the bend.  I didn't
look up, I couldn't and almost immediately I got butterflies in
my stomach and felt warm all over.  I closed my eyes as the
sensation wash over me.

I must have zoned out for a bit after that initial injection as
one minute I was on the filthy floor in the men's room, the next
I was back on the pool table surrounded my several men, all
wanting a piece of me.

***

"Wake up, bitch," someone was shaking me and I really felt like
crap.  My mouth was dry and my arms and legs felt heavy and
itchy.  I also felt nervous but I couldn't figure out why.  "I
said get up, dammit!"

I was naked, my skin clammy and my hair was plastered to me from
sweat.  I rolled over and looked up at the imposing figure
looming above me.  I fought to focus my eyes and slowly he became
clearer.  Shit, it was Ronnie.

I was on a grimy mattress in a dingy little room with very little
furniture.  It looked like a cheap motel room, but it was hard to
tell.  I couldn't tell if the moldy, musty smell was coming from
the bed or carpet, but it was pungent and over powering.  Ronnie
sat next to me, pulling my arm across his lap.

"This will be your last freebie," he said putting the needle to
my arm.  "From now on you gotta pay for this shit," he added
pulling it away.  I turned to stare at the wall as the numbing,
blissful feeling took over.

***

"Where's the rest of my fuckin' money, whore?!" Ronnie towered
over me on the street corner shouting.  I had been out for
several hours, just how many I didn't remember, and was busy
turning tricks.  I didn't care who they were or what they wanted
as long as they had enough money to spend on me.  Ronnie made
sure I was kept high as long as I kept the money coming in.  This
was his third trip today to get `his' money and he was pissed
because I only had $320.

Every three or four hours he'd stop by to pick up the money and
he wanted me to have $100 for every hour I was working.  For two
days in a row I missed my quota and had to work later to make it
up.  I was exhausted but I knew if I didn't earn enough, he'd
hold out my fix.

I was still seeing a few of my old regulars, but now I was
required to find my own as well.  Mom and I hardly see each other
as we're either working or sleeping but the few times we do see
each other, we're quiet as neither of us know what to say. She
won't be able to work much longer as she's really huge and has to
waddle when she walks.  Most of her customers are set up by
Ronnie as she can't stand for too long.

If it wouldn't be for the fact she was carrying his future
investments, he'd make her walk the streets like me for hours
everyday.  For now she's safe from that but once she has the
babies, I'm sure it won't be long before she'll be joining me out
here hustling men, offering to do anything they want just to line
Ronnie's pockets.

Dawn's getting pretty big too and is already starting to crawl. I
love holding her but I'm concerned about what will happen to her
with mom and me gone so much.  Jimmy has become our full-time
baby sitter as Deek and Ronnie rotate being our pimp.  I did
notice the other day when I changed her diaper that the area
around her small pussy was red and she appeared to have a bad
rash but that could be from her not being changed enough.

I used to be squeamish around needles and hated shots, but over
the past couple of months I've grown accustomed to them and
usually inject myself now.  I know momma's on something too, but
we never talk about it.  In fact we hardly talk about anything
any more and try to avoid what's going on, especially what
happened about two weeks ago.

It was a Friday night and I was doing one of my usual gang-bang
parties that Ronnie seems to always set up for me.  It was a
large sized party and as usual, I was the only girl taking on all
the guys in every hole.  A few of the men were getting tired of
waiting so long for their turn so Ronnie called James to see if
he had another whore.

I didn't hear all the conversation, but after a few minutes,
Ronnie left saying he found another whore and would bring her
over.  That sent out a round of cheers from the men while they
continued fucking me.  We had been at it for hours and most of
the guys weren't using condoms so I was feeling pretty full all
the way around.

I didn't know when Ronnie returned but from the sounds of the
crowd, something important was going on.  Then I heard his voice
as he announced that the other whore was here and available. 
There was one guy sitting on my chest fucking my mouth, another
plowing into my pussy, two others on both sides of me playing
with my tits while I slowly stroked their cocks.

The guy who had been fucking me suddenly pulled out and for
several long minutes, I didn't have anyone's cock in my pussy. 
The longest I'd gone all night so far.  Then I felt a tongue
licking me, softly at first and then harder, digging deeper into
my slit.

One benefit of being committed was that all my body modifications
were removed and the hole quickly closed up and Ronnie never
bothered to get me re-pierced.  My lips were still stretched and
saggy, but at least they were lined with metal any longer.  This
allowed for better access to my pussy as fingers jabbed and lips
slurped juices from me.  It was actually a refreshing relief as I
was feeling sore and raw.

The soft lips and expert licking told me that it was the whore
that Ronnie brought and not one of the guys, especially since I
was leaking cum like a sieve and aside from Milton and one other
guy, no guy I knew would do that.

The guy I was sucking began cumming, filling my mouth with his
goo and like a good whore, I swallowed everything until he
finished and then climbed off my chest.  My hands had gone done
to the woman sucking my pussy and I was cradling her head like a
ball while she smacked loudly.  It felt really good and I hadn't
had anyone eat me out like that in a very long time.  This whore
really knew what she was doing.

Raising my head, I looked down at who ever was so expertly giving
me pleasure and our eyes locked.  I can't describe my feeling as
I saw my mother staring back at me over my bulging stomach, her
fingers and tongue embedded deep inside my gash with juices and
cum smeared all over her face.

I couldn't breath and my heart felt as if it stopped.  MY OWN
MOTHER WAS EATING ME OUT!!!! I wanted to scream out but knew
better.  She continued as if nothing was wrong but I was too
uptight over it to enjoy it any more.  Some guy straddled my
stomach and squeezed my milk-filled breasts together and began
pushing his cock back and forth between them.

That gave me a little reprieve from having to watch what my
mother was doing, but I still felt what she was doing to me. 
Later someone brought out a double-headed dildo and wanted to see
the two whores fuck each other with it.  Later it was my turn to
lick my mother's pussy and I had to close my eyes while I did.

Like most whores, she was totally shaved and had `W4R' tattooed
about an inch above her clitoris.  While I licked her she sucked
one man, two others were sucking milk from her breasts and
another man was behind me fucking my ass.  I glanced over to
Ronnie and got a chill when I saw his cocky smile and figured he
was fulfilling some perverted fantasy of having a mother and
daughter fuck each other.

For the rest of the night he kept goading us to have sex for the
guys and various thing were thrown our way to use but the biggest
excitement for the guys came when we would 69 and a few of them
took pictures with their cell phones.  I never found out if they
knew she was my mother, but it really didn't matter, we were just
a couple of whore for them to use.

Neither of us ever spoke of that night and Ronnie arranged for
another session with the two of us once more with the same uneasy
feelings.  It just didn't seem right but he insisted so we both
did it without arguments.  For the past few weeks I've worked
solo and as far as I know, she has too, but maybe he's got her
doing other women to keep the excitement.

I wanted to ask her if she knew it was me she was licking but I'm
not sure how to ask that.  It just seemed too weird, more so than
having my father fucking me and pimping me out all the time.  He
didn't raise me but she did.  My entire life I only knew her and
she gave me birth.  What's even stranger was that I actually
enjoy it up until the time I realized who it was.

Sometimes, late at night, I think about what she did and how good
it felt and secretly wish she would do it again.  Men sometimes
try to lick my pussy, but they really don't know what to do or
how to do it.  There's a tiny area just to the right of my clit
that will get me off every time and momma somehow seemed to know
right where to lick.  I returned the favor and from the way she
rotated her hips, I know she enjoyed it as much as I did.

Who knows, maybe Ronnie will make us do it again and next time I
won't be so weirded out by it and can actually enjoy it until the
end.  I was so close to cumming that first time and wished that I
didn't see her face until after I came.  Maybe it wouldn't feel
so creepy it I never knew who it was.

Sitting near the opened window I slowly push the plunger down and
put my head back as the familiar rush sent chills down my spine.
I smiled at my reflection before applying makeup.  It's almost
time for me to start my shift and I'm feeling very mellow.  I
hope I make enough for Ronnie tonight because I'd hate to stay
out too late again.

-end of part 15-

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