Having Faith, Chapter 1 by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) ------------------------------------------------------------ gi, Mult, Consensual, Non-Consensual, Pedophilia, Lolita, Coercion, Blackmail, Drunk/Drugged, Incest, Father~Daughter, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Interracial, White Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Toys, Lactation, Pregnancy, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Size, Caution, Prost ------------------------------------------------------------- A new city, a new job and new friends puts Jack in a stressful situation as he struggles with his conscience over his involvement in the sexual exploitation of a co-worker's young daughter. Sex, pornography and blackmail sends his world out of control as he sucked farther into the abyss with no end in sight. Will he do the right thing to save her or join the ranks of the countless others? ~~~ "Ya'll the new guy, right?" a deep voice from behind me called out with a thick Southern accent. I turned to see a chubby man a few years older than myself grinning at me so wide I thought his face would crack. "Yes, I started yesterday," I replied stopping to find out what he wanted. "I'm Carl, nice to meet ya'll," he said extending his hand. "Jack," I replied shaking it. "So, Jack, you wanna stop by my place for a few beers? Kinda celebrate ya'lls new job." "I don't know, Carl, I just moved into my apartment a couple of days ago and I'm still settling in. Maybe another time." "Nonsense, ya'll got all weekend to move ya'll shit 'round, come on and have a few brewskis, it'll help ya'll unwind after a long work day." I stared at the pudgy man with a shirt so tight he threatened to pop the buttons with a single cough. Hell why not? "I guess it couldn't hurt to have one beer." "That's the spirit, son! Trust me, after a couple of cold ones, ya'll forget all about work and all the crap waitin' fer ya'll back at ya'll apartment," he said putting his arm around my shoulder. I smiled. He seemed nice enough although getting a whiff of his arm pits made me turn my head. "Where do you live?" I asked cautiously still unsure why he was inviting me to go to his house. "Not too far. Just outside the city offa King Highway. Let's go clock out I'll meet ya'll back in the parking lot to follow me home." "Okay, sure," I said following him into the building. One thing I noticed right away was how well received he was as everyone seemed to know him and greeted him like a long lost brother. He was laughing and joking, shaking hands, patting guys on the back and even gave a couple of older guys a "bear" hugs. I felt uncomfortable as everyone seemed to be staring at me as I followed behind him and a few stifled a laugh. I wasn't sure what I was getting into, but figured it couldn't be too bad, if it's just a beer or two. Tampa had a booming economy and I made my way there for work. It didn't take me long to find a job in construction and at eleven dollars an hour I thought I was doing pretty good. Sure beats the minimum wage warehouse clerical job I had up north. I didn't care for working outside in the summer heat and the physical labor, but you do what you have to. We were working on a new high rise and had a crew of over a hundred guys scattered all over the site, most of which I hadn't met yet. "Ya'll comin'?" Carl called out as I lingered near the time clock just a little too long. "Yea, I'll catch up with you. Let me hit the head first," I said turning to look at the two guys snickering behind me. "Ya'll can use mine at home. It's just a few minutes down the road. Gemme your cell number just in case ya'll get lost." Shrugging my shoulders I left following him to the parking lot while he wrote down my number. Jumping into my car I waited for him by the gate until he approached. His ratty old Ford pickup had seen its better days and looked as if it had been driven in a demolition derby. The smoke pouring from the back caused me to follow a few car lengths back just to get fresh air. I really did need to pee and his house seemed a lot farther than I thought. Very few houses were on his street and the driveway was obscured by large bushes. The narrow path lined with dying shrubs had been a gravel road at one time but now it was mostly dirt, mud and pot holes. My poor old Buick bounced up and down as I swerved repeatedly to avoid the bigger ones. Beyond the thick brush and Palmetto trees his house came into view and I must say it wasn't any better than his truck. The front screen door was missing the top hinge and listed hard to one side. The place looked as if it should be condemned and desperately needed some work and a couple of coats of paint. The weeds were knee high, a junk car on blocks was on the side of the house and tools, trash and toys littered the yard. An old coon dog slept on the porch and raised its head as I closed my car door with a bang. "It ain't much, but its home," he said turning toward the house. Hesitantly I followed. The porch on the termite-ridden ranch-style house creaked as we walked and two of the boards were missing. There wasn't a door knob and the door was held closed by a deadbolt. One of the door's windows was broken with a piece of card board taped over the hole. As the door squeaked open the musty odor from inside made me hold my breath. I was already regretting this decision. I'd have one beer and make a quick exodus from this shit-hole. "Have a seat," he instructed as he tossed his keys onto the small table near the door. Slowly I entered, noticing how dingy and dark the house was. It was just after 5 pm and the sun wouldn't be down for a couple of hours but it looked almost like dusk inside the house. He turned on a table lamp exposing the grungy room. The outside definitely looked better. A round dinner table was crowded with folding chairs and dozens more were folded and lining the far wall. Two tattered, overstuffed chairs were across from a beat up old couch with bricks for legs. I smiled seeing the patchwork done to the fabric and hadn't really thought of using duct tape to repair furniture holes but if it works, who am I to judge? The brown shag carpet had years of foot traffic marks and I was very sure it wasn't supposed to be that color. A few pictures were hanging on the filthy walls and old containers of fast food and empty beer bottles littered the room. I sat gingerly between the strips of tape on the couch keeping alert for anything that may come crawling out from the woodwork. Carl entered the room holding two bottles of beer. Mine was cold and already opened which didn't concern me at the time. "Ya'll wanna watch some TV? He asked aiming a grimy black remote control toward the old console. Scotch tape was wrapped around the handle, holding the batteries in as the back was missing. "Naw, that's okay, I can't stay for long anyway. I got things to take care of," I said taking my first swig of the off-brand drink. A porno played silently on the TV as we talked. We discussed work and fishing before he told me a little about Tampa and then he told me a little about himself. I found out Carl's ex walked out on him about nine years ago and he sees her once or twice a year. He has a nine-year-old daughter, enjoys fishing, sports, watching TV and drinking beer. He's originally from Alabama and lived in the Tampa Bay area for about six years. I finished my beer as he talked and excused myself to use the bathroom. I couldn't hold it any longer. Faith!" he yelled out startling me. "Get ya'll ass out here, NOW!" he shouted. I had just stood up when he began his bellowing and wondered who in the world he could be calling. I thought he lived alone as he never mentioned a wife or girlfriend. Seconds later a scrawny young girl in baggy clothes appeared in the doorway of the hallway and stood smiling at me. Her hands were behind her back as she slowly twisted from side to side. "That's my kid," Carl said pulling his dingy shirt off and throwing it in her direction. She scurried for it, grabbing it just as it hit the floor. "Show 'em the pisser," he ordered. She wasted no time turning for me to follow her. The rest of the house was just as filthy and grubby as the front room and I was thankful that I didn't need to take a crap. The damn thing looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years and had shit caked on the inner seat. The door knob was missing from and it wouldn't stay closed. I didn't care as I really needed to pee. The toilet didn't have a handle but the lid was off which made it easier to pull the chain to flush. After zipping, I turned to see that Faith was still in the hallway staring at me with a smile. I felt embarrassed as she may have seen my cock but figured it was just childish curiosity. I didn't even bother washing my hands in the filthy sink and stepped out into the hallway to make my way out of the pig sty. I had been there long enough and had seen all that I wanted to. The girl lagged behind me, doubling her pace to keep up. "Thanks for the beer," I said entering the living room. "But I really need to get going." "One more," he insisted. "No, really, I have to go," I reaffirmed. "Faith, gettus another beer," he told the girl who quickly rushed toward the kitchen. "One more," he insisted. "Ya'll ain't told me nothing about ya'll-self." "There isn't much to say. I'm twenty-six, divorced and moved here a week ago to start over fresh." "Sit and tell me some more. What do ya'll like to do fer fun?" By this time the girl had appeared with two beers and handed me one. I sighed. I didn't really want another, but I didn't want to seem rude. "Cheers," he said raising his bottle. "Okay, but this is the last one!" I said repeating the gesture before bringing it to my lips. I returned to the couch and Faith sat in one of the chairs directly across from me. I hadn't really paid much attention to her and kept turning my head away as she was staring at me with a devilish grin. From what I saw, she seemed to be about the average height for a nine-year-old but was bone thin with short brown hair and big brown eyes. She wasn't what I'd call beautiful but wasn't ugly either, kind of a plain Jane. "Ya'll fish?" he asked taking my attention from the girl. "Huh? Uh, well, yea, sometimes, but I haven't been in years." He took a big sip of his beer and looked between me and his daughter several times, remaining silent for a very long minute. "She looks a lot like her momma," he said out of the blue as I glanced once more at her. Her clothes were as dingy as his and looked to be two sizes too big. I had noticed how baggy her shorts were when I followed her to the bathroom as she had to keep pulling them up. Her top was a spaghetti string top with a plunging neck line that fell just short of exposing her nipples. "Get my cigarettes," he barked putting his feet on the coffee table. Faith leaned forward to get the pack of Doral's from the coffee table and accidentally exposed her budding nipples to me. I stared at the small nubs unable to pull my eyes away. The loose shirt dropped open so much that I could see her pink shorts through the openings. I swallowed hard. I wasn't a pedophile but for some odd reason I felt myself getting hard at the sight of the young girl. I turned my head back to Carl, not wanting to be caught staring lustfully at his underage daughter. He had a smirk on his face but didn't say anything about me ogling Faith. "We need to go fishing some day," he said blowing a puff of smoke into the air. "Yea, sure, but I need to get going," I reminded him setting my half-empty bottle on the table. "Not so fast. Go on and finish the beer. Ya'll don't wanna waste good beer right?" I looked at the bottle then at him. "No, I guess not," I replied reaching for it. Faith had returned to her seat and she was now leaning against the back with her heels on the cushion. Her legs were parted and she was smiling at me though the 'V'. I took a gulp of the beer hoping to finish it quickly so that I could get out of there. My cock was fully erect and threatening to burst out of my jeans. As I tilted the bottle once again, my eyes drifted along her inner thighs to the gaping hole of her shorts and I chocked on my beer as I discovered that she wasn't wearing panties. I went into a coughing spell with Carl moving closer to pat my back. "Ya'll alright, Son?" He asked pounding on my back harder. "Yea," I sputtered, gasping for air. My eyes were watering, my throat was burning and I couldn't catch my breath. "Faith, get 'em some water!" he yelled and she shot out of the chair like a rocket. My coughing slowed but I still felt weird when she returned with a discolored glass. I took it not wanting to insult my host and swallowed a mouthful of nasty-tasting water. "I should go now," I said standing to leave. "Hold on jussa while," Carl said standing alongside of me. "I gotta run down to the corner store fer some smokes. Ya'll mind waitin' a spell 'til I get back?" "Why?" I asked wiping my teary eyes. "I don't wanna leave Faith by herself." Turning to the girl, I saw she was once again perched in the chair, her legs slightly spread. I gulped. "It won't take me long. Jussa few minutes. I'll be back 'fore ya'll know it." Another glance at the girl told me I should leave. It wasn't anything that was said or done, just the mischievous expression on her face. "Just a few minutes?" "Yep, I promise. Two shakes of a lamb's tail." I exhaled deeply. What could happen in a few minutes? "Sure, I'll stay with her, just until you get back," I said sitting back down. "Then I really have to go." I figured I'd finish my beer and be gone as soon as he pulled into the driveway. One thing was for sure, I'll never step another foot back into this cesspool. "Great, I owe ya'll one," he said rushing toward the door for his keys. Slipping outside the door was shut and I heard the dead bolt lock. I turned toward the door wondering why he needed to lock it and felt Faith sitting next to me. "Wass ya'll name?" she asked sitting so close that her bare leg was against my jeans. "Jack." "I like that name," she replied with a smile, her accent just as thick as her father's. "I like yours too," I said returning the smile, "Faith." "Ya'll gotta wife?" "No, I'm divorced," I responded before realizing that she didn't need to know that. "Ya'll gotta girlfriend?" "What's with all the questions?" "I dunno. Juss wonderin' that's all." "No, I don't have a girlfriend." "Me neither," she said smirking. "I mean I don't got no boyfriend. I dumped him." That last comment actually made me laugh. What in the world would a nine-year-old girl know about having a boyfriend? "Ya'll can be my new boyfriend," she added putting her hand on my leg. "If ya'll wanna." "Uh, Faith, I think you're a little too young to be thinking about having a boyfriend." "No I ain't!" she protested and quickly placed her hand on my crotch. I jumped. "You shouldn't touch men there, Faith, it's not, er, nice," I said pulling her fingers away. "Ya'll don't like it?" "Not from you," I said before realizing my mistake. "I mean not from someone your age." "Ya'll ain't gay or nothin', are ya'll? I mean ya'll DO like girls, right?" "Yes I do, but older ones." "I'm older." "You're too young, Faith. Maybe in about ten years, but not right now." "My daddy says I'm boy really crazy. Ya'll know what that means?" "Yes, but why does he say that?" "'Cause I like boys," she said smiling up at me. "A lot," she added returning her hand to my crotch. I swallowed hard looking down to see her perky little nipples were clearly visible down the front of her shirt. They looked like fleshy little gumdrops perched neatly on her chest. I swallowed again realizing what I was thinking. I had to change the subject and think about something else. "What, er, what grade are you in?" I asked diverting my eyes away from her blossoming breasts. "I ain't gotta go to school, I'm learned at home." "You're home schooled? By who?" "My daddy." That in itself was comical. Carl is about the least qualified person I know of to teach anyone anything about school. My thoughts were shattered when I felt her squeeze. Her hand was still on my crotch and she discovered my erection. I couldn't believe how hard I was and the thought that it's caused by a nine-year-old girl made me worry. I wasn't into little kids. Was I? She shifted, getting on her knees to straddle my lap. "Faith! What are you doing!?!" I asked as she pressed her small chest against my face. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she slid lower and pulled my face toward hers and I just froze. I couldn't move a muscle as her lips found mine and her little tongue wiggled its way into my mouth. Her hands went between us as she sought out my manhood. I felt her fingers fumbling around and I cringed when she began trying to unbutton my pants. "STOP!" I yelled, flipping her to the side. "I gotta go," I added standing up. The button on my jeans was undone and the bulge in my pants was very pronounced which made me embarrassed when I noticed her staring at it. "Ya'll 'posed to wait for my daddy to come home." "I'm sorry, but I need to go!" I repeated heading for the door. Without a knob and the dead bolt locked, there was no way out. I needed to find another way out. "The kitchen should have a door," I mumbled to myself and rushed in that direction. The back door was opened, but there was a locked security door with another dead bolt. "Shit!" "Don't worry none, my daddy will be home soon and ya'll can leave if ya'll wanna," she informed me as she walked closer. I turned around and gulped hard. She had taken off her clothes and was now completely naked! "FAITH! Where are your clothes!?!?" "I took 'em off. Ya'll can take off yours too if ya'll wanna." "No, that's okay. I'm fine the way I am. Please put yours back on." "I like being neked." "Please, Faith. I don't want your father to come back and find you like that," I begged stepping backward into the security door as she continued her approach. "Wanna see my room? I thank ya'll like it. I gotta big old comfy bed," she added with a wink. "NO I DON'T! I just want to get out of here. Do you have the key to this door?" "Yep. In my room." "Can you go get it?" "No. Ya'll gotta come 'n get it," she replied with a sly grin reaching out to touch my stomach. "Please, Faith I don't want anything to happen here so just go get the key and we'll forget all about this, okay?" "Ya'll gotta pay me fer it." "HUH? What do you mean?" "Gemme me fifty dollars and I'll get ya'll the key." "That's extortion!" "What's that mean?" "It means you're trying to get money from me through coercion." "What's that mean?" "You know what, never mind. I'll give you the money, just get the key!" "Money first," she said extending her hand. Angrily I pulled out my wallet and fished out the only two bills I had. A five and a twenty. That's only half of what she asked for but what am I going to do? "Here," I said shoving the money into her hand, keeping the twenty on top. She looked at it before smiling and turning to leave, swaying her little naked ass as she walked. She didn't know enough about money to realize that I shorted her but who cares. I just wanted to get out of this fucking house. From the doorway she turned and blew me a kiss. I hated myself for the thoughts I was having about her and adjusted my erection for the second time in as many minutes. Damn, why am I so fucking hard? It's been a few weeks since I last jerked off, but this boner is hurting like nothing I'd ever felt before. Stepping away from the door I glanced around the filthy kitchen. I don't think there was a clean dish in the house as the sink was over flowing with them. Dirty counters and floors, crud and grime every-where you look and grease all over, even on the ceiling. I noticed a Ziploc sandwich baggie on the far counter with several blue pills inside. Curious I went to it, lifting the bag with a smile as I recognized the shape as Viagra. "Poor Carl needs a little help in the sack I see," I muttered shortly before and my stomach dropped. "Oh please don't tell me they put this shit in my beer! Is that why I've got a hard-on that won't go down? And why did he leave me alone with his precocious young daughter knowing I'd been drugged with Viagra? "Here it is," she announced from the door causing me to drop the bag. Sprinting toward her, I snatched it from her before making a bee-line for the door. I didn't care that I'd have to walk around the outside of the house, I just wanted out of there as quickly as possible. My heart was pounding in my chest as I made the final turn to the front. Carl's truck was behind my car but he was nowhere to be seen. The front door was shut so I figured he just got back from the store. It didn't matter as I was getting the hell out of there! Jumping in, I started the car and left in a cloud of taillights and dust, throwing whatever loose gravel was left in my path. My heart was racing the entire drive home and once inside I rushed to the shower to cool down. Even with a very cold shower my cock was rock hard so I masturbated. Twice. I couldn't believe what had just happened and needed another drink to calm my nerves. They were keeping me a virtual prisoner in that house and I had no idea why. For the rest of the night I kept busy unpacking, letting my mine think of anything else but Carl and Faith. I went to bed just after midnight thankful that I was off the next two days. I got a text at 8 in the morning but didn't check it. At 8:05 my phone chimed another text. Crawling from bed I read it. I didn't know the number but the message said to call him. I ignored it and went back to bed. At 8:10 my phone chimed again. I decided to find out what this was all about. "'Bout time," the voice on the other end said after the second ring. "Who is this?" "Carl." "What do you want?" "Ya'll need to come over to my house as soon as possible." "Why?" "I'll explain it when ya'll get here." "I'm not going. I didn't appreciate being locked in like that and have no desire to have it done again." "Sorry 'bout that but it was necessary. Ya'll need to come over right away. I'll expect ya'll here by nine." "I already said that I'm not going." "If ya'll ain't here by nine, the police will be knocking at ya'll door by 9:30." "The police? What are you talking about? I didn't do anything wrong." "That ain't what Faith tole me. Be here by nine or be in jail by ten. The choice is ya'lls," he said before hanging up. I kept the phone to my ear for about two minutes listening to the silence. This can't be happening! I didn't do anything wrong! She came on to me, not the other way around and I never touched her. I needed to straighten this out for once and for all. I'll just tell him straight out what happened and that should settle it. Pulling on my jeans and a tee-shirt, I headed out the door, driving to Carl's in record time. "What's this about?" I asked as he pulled open the door. "Come in and we'll talk." Cautiously I looked inside before going in. "Where's Faith?" "In 'er room." "Anyone else here?" "Naw, just us. Now sit. Wanna beer?" "No, I just want to settle this and go home. I have a lot of things to do." "I gotta say, Jack, I'm very upset with ya'll." "What are you talking about?" "The second I leave ya'll all over my daughter like a horny sailor on shore leave." "Wait a minute, that's not what happened. She came on to me!" "Do ya'll thank the cops are gunna see it that way? 'Specially after I show them the pictures." "Pictures? What Pictures?" "The ones with you pulling her onto your lap and kissing her. The ones where you put her hand on your cock and the one with your hands all over her little ass. She's just nine-years-old, Jack, ya'll shouldn't of taken 'vantage of her like that!" "I did no such thing! She sat on me and kissed me. I never laid a hand on her!" "What about these? Ya'll explain these!" He spat pushing a few photos into my hand. They were of us in the kitchen. Faith was naked and I was standing in front of her. Another one showed me handing her some money and a third one was angled such that it looked like she was eye level at my crotch. "Ya'll gave my baby girl money to strip neked and give ya'll a blow job!" "WHAT!?!? Carl that's crazy! She extorted money from me to unlock the door. She never performed oral sex on me and I never touched her!" "That ain't what the cops are gunna hear. After Faith tells them her side of the story, who you thank they gunna believe, 'specially with these pictures!" "How did you even get those? You were supposed to be gone." "Yea, that's what ya'll though, huh. I saw the way ya'll was eyeballin' my baby girl and thought I'd check to see if I could trust ya'll 'round her. Looks like I can't!" "Carl this is all just some sort of big misunderstanding. Nothing happened so let's just forget all about this and get on with our lives," I said trying to open the locked front door. He smiled at my futile attempt to leave. peek "Ya'll been to jail before, Jack?" "No." "It ain't pretty, that's for damn sure. It won't be long 'fore someone makes ya'll his bitch. I'm sure ya'll be takin' it up the ass on your first day, 'specially when they find out you molested a little girl." "Carl, I swear to you I didn't molest your daughter! Bring her out here and let's talk about this." "Ain't gunna happen. I don't want ya'll 'round her right now. Ya'll better sit down 'cause we got some serious shit to talk about." "What do you mean?" "Ya'll wanna be someone's bitch, Jack?" "Hell no, of course not!" "Ya'll will be if'n I call the cops, ya'll know that, right?" "What do you want, Carl? I'm sure if you were going to call the cops you would have done it already. I don't have a lot of money so I hope that's what you want." "I don't want ya'll money, Jack. I want something more better than that." "Better than money? Like what?" "You'll see," he said smiling. "I'm sure ya'll don't wanna be a bitch to every cock sucker in jail so I'm going to let ya'll off the hook." I sighed a deep breath of relief. Even though I was innocent of this, just being accused of molesting a child could fuck up my entire life. "I don't want ya'll to be a bitch to those assholes neither so I'll let ya'll be my bitch." "WHAT!?! What are you saying?" "I want ya'll to give me a blow job. It's that simple. Ya'll suck my cock and I'll forget about callin' the cops." "You're not serious, are you?" "The choice is ya'lls. Either blow, or go ... to jail." "Carl, I'm not gay and don't want to suck your cock." "I ain't neither, but it will show me ya'lls good faith." "Good faith?" "I want ya'll devoted to me and by ya'll sucking my cock, that'll prove it," he said unzipping his pants. I cringed. Never in my life have I even thought about doing something so gross and to be forced into it was humiliating. I didn't want to look at it, but when he started waving it at me, it caught my attention. "Carl please, don't make me do this." "On your knees, boy." That last word hit me like a hammer. I haven't been called 'boy' in almost twenty years. "I've got the sheriff on speed dial," he said reaching for his phone. He was standing in front of me, his fat, ugly cock swinging in my face. "Do I need to call 'em?" "If I do this, you'll forget all about it? And tell no one what happened?" "I promise, son." Somehow that didn't make me feel any better. Swallowing hard I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. The soft, spongy end touched my lips and I pulled away. "Do it," he warned. I opened my mouth again and waited. Seconds passed before it touched my lips, parting my mouth wider as it slid inside. I almost gagged as the crown brushed the roof of my mouth. "Suck on it," he ordered. Closing my lips around it, I applied pressure, not really sure how to do it, but going on past experiences with former girlfriends to guide me. He began moving his hips, pushing the angry-red spear deeper and faster into my mouth. I retched a few times as it touched the very back of my throat. "Suck it harder," he commanded. I didn't want to, but what choice did I have? Getting a hold of the back of my head he held my face still while repeatedly stabbing his fleshy pole into my mouth. I wanted to throw up just thinking about it. This was sickening and I wanted to punch him in the nuts and take off, but where would I go? If he kept his threat to call the cops, my life would be over. A sickly sweet gel began to coat my tongue and I knew that he was getting close. I pulled away from him, gasping for air. "Don't cum in my mouth, please." I begged. "Don't ya'll worry none, Jack, there's only one whore my cum goes into," he said turning his head. "Faith, get your ass over here and finish this," he said turning to face her. She was in the hallway watching. Shit! How long has she been standing there?" Like a roach running from the light, she rushed to him and literally fell onto his cock, devouring it as if it was her last meal. His cock and mine are about the same length, but his is slightly thicker which made it difficult to 'deep throat'. At least it was difficult for me. Faith didn't seem to have a problem and soon had her button nose buried in his thick forest of pubic hair. I've seen hundreds of porno flicks in my days but watching this young girl going after his cock was amazing. She slurped, sucked, jerked and wiggled her entire body as she sucked him. Her rounded nose seemed to do sideways '8s' against his abdomen while her hands massaged his ball sack and stroked the part not inside of her mouth. Bouncing back and forth like a possessed bobble head, she repeatedly stabbed her throat over and over again with intense enthusiasm. It was enough to get my cock twitching at how great it must feel. "Arrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried out, pulling her face hard into his crotch as he released his load fully into her throat. I could see the bulge in her neck from the head of his cock and watched as she struggled to swallow it all. It took a full minute before he slowly withdrew, sliding his cum and spittle-coated cock out inch by inch. It had deflated somewhat, but was still impressive. Exhausted, he fell back into the closest chair panting. She was heaving deep breaths as soon as her throat was cleared of the clotty gunk and flopped to the floor. Sweat poured from both as I sat stunned at what I had just witnessed. Once composed, Faith stood, faced me and pulled the sun dress over her head. For the second time in as many days she was naked before me. "Fuck 'er now," Carl said wiping his brow. "WHAT!?! What did you say?" "I said fuck 'er. Ya'll know ya'll wanna and I love watching her gettin' fucked." "I can't do that! She'd just a little girl!" "Don't give me that shit, asshole. I know ya'll wanna, look at how hard ya'll cock is!" I had to admit my cock was rock solid. I don't know if it had anything to do with the Viagra they slipped me last night or if watching her incredible blow job got a rise out of me, but my cock was threatening to rip a hole right through the front of my jeans. "Seal the deal," he added. "Good faith, remember?" "Carl. It's bad enough you made me suck..." I couldn't bring myself to say it, "do what I did earlier, but I can't do that, not to a little girl." "She ain't no little girl, she's a slut and has had more cock than a Hollywood hooker so just fuck 'er already!" "Carl..." He reached for his cell. "I can still call the cops on ya'll." My eyes focused on his hand holding the phone. "Alright," I huffed, standing to unbutton my jeans. She beat me to it and was soon struggling to pull my pants down. "Oh God," I moaned as her warm, wet mouth sheathed my dick. Watching her with Carl was incredible, but feeling her very talented mouth first hand had me ready to blast after about two minutes. I knew that I wouldn't last long and jerked it from her mouth. "I'm ready to cum," I huffed. "Fuck 'er then," Carl reiterated before slumping forward into his chair to watch. His cock was throbbing back to life. Giggling Faith threw herself onto the worn couch, bouncing a few times in the process. Spreading her legs I gawked as the puffy slit yawning open, revealing the pink seashell colored inner flesh. Moisture with a whitish hue glistened in the dim light and leaked down to the crack of her ass. Her nether hole, just inches below, gaped slightly as well, giving evidence of her experience with anal sex. Pulling off my jeans, I knelt between her parted legs and moved closer. She reached for my cock, aiming it for her pussy. Watching, I leaned down, bringing my cock closer to her hairless crack. The underside brushed against her smooth, soft skin and I had to fight to keep from blasting her stomach. She brushed it along her crack as if painting a mural before thrusting her hips forward. The tip entered her warm, tight hole and I fell forward unable to stand the torment any longer. My erection drove hard and deep into her, knocking the air out of her with a loud grunt. Her body was small and soft but her pussy was surprisingly elastic, even so I knew that I wouldn't last long. She tensed, squeezing my cock tight causing me to suck in a breath of air. She giggled at my discomfort before doing it again. "You think that's funny?" I joked jabbing my cock into her just a little too deeply, striking the very back of her pussy. She jerked from the sharp pain and the shitty smile quickly disappeared. "You know I don't appreciate what you did," I whispered. "Whacha mean?" "Last night. The Viagra, the locked doors, the whole fucking setup. You used me and now you're going to pay for it!" I mumbled above her before moving my hips to and fro. Grinning she shifted her body to better accommodate my larger size. With the new angle, I was able to fuck her easier and was amazed at how effortlessly I was gliding in and out of her young hole. My cock was coated with a slimy film that began to lather at the base of my cock and soaked my pubic hair. She moaned and I grunted as we slammed our groins together. She was young and small, but the girl definitely knew how to fuck. In my life time I have been with at least three dozen women and she could out fuck any of them hands down. Her smooth pussy, wiry build, petite size and youthful energy combined to create an awesome fucking machine. A testament to her under-development, her pussy was tight but she had no problem adjusting to my cock. She fit me like a fresh, fleshy condom and I knew I'd pop too soon. Escalating my thrusts, I looked down to see her sweaty face turned to the side. Her ass was still bouncing off the couch as if it was a cushioned trampoline and her legs were wrapped tightly around the small of my back. There was no sign of discomfort or pain in her expression and she was actually smiling. She hardly blinked as she stared just off to the side of us and waved in Carl's direction. Curious I glanced to the side and felt my heart stop when I saw that he was holding a camcorder aimed directly at us. I quit moving and extended my arms, raising my torso. "What in the fuck are you doing? You can't tape this!" "Get back to fuckin'!" he commanded. "Carl, turn that damn thing off immediately! I don't want a recording of this floating around." "Relax, Jack, ain't no body gunna see this. It's just for my own protection." "Protection? From what?" "To guarantee that you ain't gunna run to the cops when you leave here. "Besides, I record her every time she fucks." Our groins were still locked together, her legs were still wrapped around my back and I was dripping sweat onto her from about two feet above. She squeezed, causing my cock to twitch inside. I looked down at her, wondering how in the hell I ever got myself into this mess. Her hips began to move. "See, she wants you to fuck 'er," Carl added slowly stroking his firm erection. I was already busted big time and even if I stopped, he'd have the recording of what I did to her up until that point. It really didn't matter. I was screwed either way so I might as well enjoy it. Keeping myself suspended above her, I humped my hips, relishing the sensation her warm, wet hole provided. Another minute of hard stroking, my cock broke apart, pumping several volleys of cum into the pit of her young body. She grunted and doubled her efforts, slamming her pussy harder against me while squeezing my cock with all she had. I groaned from the vice grip-tight hold. I was drained and waited on top of her until my cock went soft and I caught my breath. Slowly I backed away, flopping hard onto the couch as her foot sought out my flaccid, wet cock. I couldn't look at them and leaned my head backward to stare at the ceiling. "Finish it," I heard Carl say and I felt movement next to me. Seconds later a warm mouth covered my cock as she began sucking and slurping, cleaning off all of the juices. I had to hand it to her; this girl definitely knows how to suck a cock. As much as I didn't want it, my cock began throbbing back to life inside of her gifted mouth. I knew better than to allow this to happen again and slowly pried her head away from my lap. Smacking her lips she smiled up at me before turning to Carl. "How did I do, Daddy?" she asked still gripping my cock in a death hold. "How many time I done tole ya'll girl to make more noises! I couldn't hardly hear nothin' and ya'll bearly moaned at all. Ya'll gotta do better, understand me, child? Ya'll better actlike that's the best cock you ever had!" "Sorry, Daddy," she said sitting up. "I'll do more better next time." "We'll see!" Next time?!? I think that was more than enough and for him to criticize her for not 'being loud enough' while some man she hardly knew fucks her is insane! "I have to go," I informed them reaching for my jeans. The camera was off and resting on the chair as he stood nearby looking down at her. She simply laid back, smiled and spread her legs. Carl knelt on the floor near her and began sucking on her tit nubs while his finger sank into her watery gash. He kissed his way lower, taking a few seconds to tongue her navel before going further south. "MMMmmmmmmmm, I love fresh cream pies," he mumbled into her pussy as he pushed his face deeper between her legs. I scrunched my face in disgust as he licked and smacked on the hole I just shot my load into. This is one sick bastard! "I'll see myself out," I grumbled heading for the front door only to find it locked again. His keys were on the table and it didn't take me long to figure out which one unlocked it. I didn't care if it was relocked or not and left it fully open as I sprinted for my car. I never wanted to set foot back inside that hell hole ever again! My mind was in a fog for the next two days as I kept busy getting my apartment in order. Before I knew it, it was Monday and time to return to work. I had spent most of weekend trying to keep my mind off of what happened at Carl's and I figured if I kept busy enough, soon I'd forget what happened. I already made up my mind to look for another job and would try to avoid that sick bastard until I was able to quit. I don't need the drama and didn't feel right about what happened. My first two days on the job very few of the guys even acknowledged me but that morning I felt like a rock star as scores of guys were coming out of the woodwork to say 'hi' or give me a pat on the back. A few mentioned something about me doing a "good job" and I assumed they were referring to the sheet rock I was working on. At lunch time I found a shady tree and pulled out my brown bag. "Can we join you?" someone asked and I looked up to see three men standing in front of me. "Sure, why not?" I said biting into my turkey and cheese sandwich. A round of introductions was given before a moment of silence made me feel uncomfortable. It was as if they wanted to say something to me but wasn't sure how to go about it. "How was your weekend?" the one introduced as Mike asked. "Fine," I said not wanting to get too personal about my business. "Do anything, uh, fun?" Paul asked. "No, not really," I answered taking a huge swig of cold water. "Didn't you go to Carl's on Friday?" Mike asked. I hesitated and wondered how they would know that. Then I remembered a few of the guys had overheard us talking. "Yea. For a while." "How'd that go?" "Okay." "Anything exciting happen there?" "What's this all about?" I asked not sure where this conversation was going. There was a good thirty seconds of silence before Mike spoke again. "We know what happened," he said nudging Greg, the quiet one. "We saw the videos." "The videos? What videos?" "The ones Carl made of you and Faith. He's got hidden cameras all over the house but the best one is where you fucked her on the couch." "YOU SAW THAT!?!? He promised me no one would see that!" "He lied. He's got a big-ass video collection of her fucking just about anything with a cock and shows them from time to time." "SHIT!" "Don't sweat it, man, everyone here is cool with it. Hell, he's got tapes of all of us." "All three of you?" He laughed. "No, ALL of us, as in the whole fuckin' crew," he said slowly waving his hand like a male Vanna White. There's a lot more 'cause guys have a tendency to quit around here." "You can't be serious. There's no way she's done it with everyone here. No way!" "Believe me she has. And many others. Probably too many to remember, but she's fucked a lot. A bunch of us went over yesterday and tore that little slut up, you should have been there." "No, I think I've had enough." "There's no way, man," Grey finally spoke. "Now that you're a member of the fuck Faith club, you can fuck her any time you want to. Just check with Carl first to be sure she's not already booked." "He just passes her around? Just like that?" "Hell yea. He gets off watching her fuck and he seems determined to turn her into some kind of super-slut." "I still can't believe he'd do something like that to his own daughter." The three chuckled at my comment. "What?" "It's hard to say if she's his daughter or his niece." "What do you mean?" "He's from Alabama you know." "Yea, so?" "So it's like the incest capital of the nation. The dumb bastard knocked his little sister up when she was like thirteen. She got married a few years ago and her husband don't know about Faith." "You guys are full of shit! I don't believe it. Incest?" "I'm as serious as a heart attack, man. And from what I hear, Carl's parents are first cousins! Why do you think solving crimes in Alabama is so hard? All the DNA's the same," Mike said to a round of laughter. "A few of us were planning on going over again tonight, but it looks like Carl's got other dick," Paul said looking to my right. I turned to see Carl laughing and joking with some guy I'd never seen before. But then again, most of the guys here I hadn't seen before. "Who's that?" I asked. "The new guy. Started today. He's a plumber." "Pretty soon he'll be layin' some pipe in Faith," Greg joked, snorting as he laughed at his own joke. "The little slut has had miles of pipe laid inside of her, that's for damn sure," Paul added. "Yea, but six or seven inches at a time!" Mike grunted wiping his eyes from laughing so hard. "You think that's funny? She's being abused and you guys are making it out to be some sort of sick joke!" "Hey, relax, man, it's not like we're raping her or anything. The little whore wants it!" Mike retorted. "Yea, newbie," Paul added leaning toward me. "You didn't seem to have a problem fuckin' her a few days ago, did you?" "That's different. I was forced to do it!" "Yea, right," Greg said still smiling. "We were all forced to fuck her." "I wouldn't go around saying crazy things like that around here," Mike warned. "Not many will take kindly to you making threats like that!" "Threats? What are you talking about?" "Let's just say keep you trap shut and no one will get hurt! Just remember Carl's got shit on you too so if you try and stir up anything, you'll go down with us all." "Look, I'm not trying to make any problems; I just thought it was in poor taste to make jokes about it, that's all." "I don't get you. Why are you looking a gift horse in the mouth?" Mike asked me. "Or a young whore in the pussy?" Paul added. "Just go alone with it, man," Greg said. "Get it while you can. You never know how long this shit will last. Climb on the band wagon, saddle up and enjoy the ride!" "Sorry, I'm not really into it. I would like to get that tape back from Carl. I don't appreciate him showing it around. And don't worry; I'm not going to make any trouble." "You'll have to talk to Carl 'bout getting the tapes," Mike informed me. "But not right now, looks like he's busy." I turned to see Carl and the new guy talking and Carl was writing something down. Probably his phone number. "I wouldn't bother him until he's finished lining up some fresh meat for Faith. "Shouldn't someone warn him? I mean I know for a fact you guys knew what I was heading for last Friday and no one said a word. I would have appreciated someone warning me not to go." "Hell no, man. No one wants to piss Carl off and risk cutting off the pussy supply. We just go along with whatever he says and reap the benefits. There ain't many whores you can just show up at the front door, drop your pants, get off and then leave with no questions asked." "Fuck, man, there's been times where he wanted some new dick for her and we helped him find them. My philosophy is you get what you give," Paul said with a wink. "You are going this Saturday, right?" Mike asked me. I looked at him dumbfounded. "To the party." "What party?" "Faith's birthday party. That shit will be off the hook!" "I don't know anything about a party and probably won't go anyway. "I'm definitely going this year!" Greg chimed in. I wasn't here for her party last year but I hear it was pretty wild." "You wouldn't have been invited," Paul said with a smile. "Carl hand picked his top twenty-five based on cock size. Your puny little seven-inches wouldn't have measured up." "Hey, I'm not THAT small!" "It is compared to my nine-inches," he replied grabbing his crotch. "Good thing everyone's invited this year," Mike said grinning. "You'll get your dick wet this time." "You are going right?" Paul asked me. "You mean cumming," Greg added to a round of laughter. "I'll pass," I told them rolling up my empty lunch bag. "What ya'll clowns talkin' 'bout?" I heard Carl's voice asking as he walked closer. "Hey Carl," the trio chimed in as he squatted next to me before reaching over to grab Greg's bag of chips from him. Crunching on his first of many chips he looked at me with a smile. "Jack here was saying that he wants you to give him the tape you showed us last night." He stared at me for a few long seconds and I swallowed hard. It wasn't that I was afraid of him, but he had a ton of men in his back pocket and anyone of them would rip off my head and shit down my neck if he told them to. "Alright," he said popping another chip into his mouth. "Come by Saturday and I'll give it to ya'll." "What time?" "Come early," he replied. "Yea, early and often," Paul added to the laughter of the others. "Ya'll comin' to Faith's birthday party, right?" he asked me staring hard into my eyes. "Ya'll gotta if'n you want that tape." "Damn, it's hard to believe she's ten already!" Mike blurted out before I could answer. "Seems like just a few months ago she turned nine." "Ya'll comin'" he repeated. "Uh, yea, sure, I guess. But just to get the tape." "Whatever," he said standing and brushing off his knees. "Bring 'er a present," he added. "A present?" I asked too late as he was already walking away. "I don't know what to get her," I said turning to the others. "Most guys are getting her a toy, clothes or movies." "A toy? What kind of toy? I don't know what toys a ten-year-old likes." The three of them busted out laughing. "There's a place called Adult Video Emporium on the way to Carl's. It's on King Highway just past the interstate. You can't miss it the place is fuckin' huge!" "I don't understand. What kind of toys do they sell there for kids?" "It ain't for kids, dumb ass, it's for adults. You can get her something there. And the best part is we'll get to use whatever we buy her on her at the party! I'm getting her a big-ass dildo that's shaped like a fist." "I've already bought my present for her," Greg informed us. "It's an eight-inch vibrator with a clit stimulator." "I'll probably buy her nipple claps or a speculum," Paul said. "It'll be really cool to open that pussy up and see her cervix." The others nodded in agreement. "You should get her that inflatable dildo we looked at a few weeks ago. That crazy shit gets as big as a football. I'd love to see her stretched out with that beast!" I was flabbergasted by their discussion of buying sex toys for a ten-year-old girl as if they were discussing Barbie dolls and stood to walk away. I wasn't feeling comfortable with their conversation. "Hey newbie," Greg called out. "What are you getting for her?" "I don't know. I probably won't even go," I mumbled storming off. I avoided everyone for the rest of the day and heard several guys laughing and joking about the 'new member' near the time clock. After I clocked out, I headed for the parking lot and noticed Carl was talking to the new plumber guy just before they got into Carl's ratty old truck. "Another one bites the dust," someone said from behind me. I turned to see the foreman walking toward me. "Excuse me?" "Monroe, Carl's new, uh friend," he added with a smile. I shook my head knowing that my boss was in on this as well. "Listen, Jack," he said putting his arm over my shoulders, nudging me forward to walk. "I want you to go to the party this Saturday. I need to know you're on the team, understand?" "No sir, I don't really know what you're talking about." "I hear you're mouthing off about what happened at Carl's and a few of the guys are concerned you're going rogue. We don't want any problems from you, Jack." "I won't give you any problems, sir; I just wasn't comfortable with what they were talking about." "Get used to it, Jack. Either you're with us, or you're against us. Which is it?" "I'm a team player, Mr. Dalton, really." "Then you better prove it. Be there this Saturday or don't come to work on Monday. Do I make myself clear?" I stood staring at him as he turned and walked away. I couldn't believe what just happened. Not only is his allowing this to happen, he's actually promoting it! I was still standing in the parking lot when Mike and Paul headed my way. "See you on Saturday," Mike called out with a snicker as he passed. I decided right then that I needed to find another job. I couldn't work like this but it will be hard. I spent my entire life savings to buy this car and move down south. I haven't received my first pay check and I'm down to twenty-four dollars. This will have to last me until Friday when we're paid and I still need to pump gas. On top of that I'm working from seven am until five pm Monday through Friday which greatly reduces my chances of looking for another job. Someone patted my shoulder and I turned around to see a huge black guy standing next to me. I'd seen him before, just not this close. I'm six foot tall, and weigh two hundred pounds but this guy dwarfed me. I looked up, squinting with the sun in my eyes wondering what he wanted. "I'm Clarke," he bellowed out with a deep, bass tone voice. "What do you want?" I snapped, not wanting any more trouble. I was sure Dalton sent his goon to intimidate me or something. At six and a half feet tall and well over three hundred pounds, this guy could easy crush me if he wanted to. "Hey, take it easy," he replied putting his ham-sized hand on my shoulder. "Everything's cool." "Yea, that's what people keep telling me." "You're new 'round here so I'm gunna give you some advice," he said leaning closer. "Go with the flow and don't rock the boat. No one wants to see anyone get hurt." "Are you threatening me?" "No, I'm just giving you a warning. People have a way of dealing with things when something they enjoy is in danger of being taken away. You dig?" "You don't need to tell me, Clarke, I've already been warned by several different people of the consequences of not 'going with the flow' and everyone can relax, I'm not going to do anything stupid." He smiled at me before patting my shoulder a few times. "I'm glad we had this talk," he smiled with a wink before turning to leave. My eyes followed his back as he joined a small group of men watching us from near the fence. I drove home and opened my last can of beer. I needed to settle my nerves. How in the hell did I ever get into this mess and how can I get out? If I don't go everyone will think I'm not a 'team player' and I'll be ostracized or even worse. If I do go I'll never be able to live with myself for doing what everyone expects me to do. I could say I'm sick but they'll never believe that and there isn't enough time to find another job by then. After several hours of thought I decided what I needed to do. I'd go to the stupid party to make a showing and quietly slip out without anyone noticing. That way everyone will know I went but I won't actually do anything to her. I'll even talk to Carl about getting that tape he has of me back. The next day I noticed everyone giving Monroe pats on the back, joking with him and being overly friendly. I figured he must have fucked Faith for them to be acting that way. I avoided everyone for the rest of the week and kept checking the want ads in the Tribune. I needed a back up plan just in case this went sour. The guys were in great spirits all week and I heard countless conversations about the pending party and even a few stories of past ones. It seems once or twice a month Carl has an "open house" party and the guys really come out of the woodwork to attend. He used to bring her with him to the construction sites where a thin mattress was placed in one of the finished rooms and the guys were welcome to 'enjoy' her throughout the day. There was talk of this happening very soon on the high rise. On Wednesday two new welders were hired and it didn't take Carl long to scope them out. They ate lunch together and he hung around the areas they were working until it was time to leave. I sat in my car shaking my head as the two men got into a red Silverado and followed Carl's beat-up old Ford from the construction site. "Another one bites the dust," I heard myself mumbling to myself in disbelief. I anxiously waited for payday to pay a few late bills, buy some food and put a few dollars of gas in the car. It was sitting on empty and I didn't have a dime to spare. Looking at my check my heart dropped. I only worked two days last week and after all the deductions, I only made $164. Mr. Dalton noticed the expression on my face after seeing my check and called me over. "Something wrong?" "I was hoping for a little more. I have a lot of bills to pay." "This check is for the two days you worked last week. Next Friday you'll get paid for this week. You're always a week behind." "Yea, I know, but it just seems like a lot of work for only this amount." "I'll tell you what," he said reaching into his pocket. "I want you to be happy here so here's a little bonus," he said extending his hand with a hundred dollar bill. "Have a nice diner on me and pick up something special for our little party girl for tomorrow. Make it real good," he added with a wink. I stared at the money. As much as I needed it, I didn't want to take it as I didn't want to feel indebted to him like that. He's giving me extra money for the purpose of buying a sex toy to use on a ten-year-old girl. It just didn't seem right. "You play your cards right and they'll be a lot more where that came from," he added with a smile. It felt like dirty money and I didn't really want to take it, but I could really use it. Stuffing the bill into my pocket I turned and left, knowing that I'd probably regret it later. Stopping at the Super Wal-mart near my apartment I picked up a few things for the house. As I passed a toy display I thought about Faith. I'd have to buy her something but I refuse to get a sex toy for her. She's a little kid and should get something age appropriate. Looking over the display I picked a mermaid Barbie doll. Any ten-year-old girl would love it. I went to sleep that night feeling pretty good with myself. I slept late, ate breakfast and started my way toward Carl's around 10:30 am. The drive took almost thirty minutes and made it to his street just before eleven. I took a deep breath thinking of what would be in store for me. "I'll show up, make my presence known, drop off the doll and be gone within ten minutes. With any luck maybe I wouldn't even see her," I told myself with a smile. Somehow it made me feel better but I had a suspicion that I wasn't going to get off that easily. ~end of chapter 1~ Let me know your thoughts... wetfly6969@aol.com