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Ice Cream Girl, Part 4

by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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"Emma, what have I told you about standing at that window.  Get
away from there this instant young lady!" her father shouted for
the second time in ten minutes.

"I'm just looking, daddy," she said not removing her gaze of
outside.   Standing behind her he looked out at the young
prostitute standing outside smiling up at them.

"Go watch TV," he said gently pulling her away from the window. 
Staring down he snarled.  "Trashy whore," he mumbled under his
breath before closing the curtains.

"Daddy do you think she's pretty?" Emma asked watching him
crossing the room toward the kitchen.

"Huh?  What did you say?  Who are you talking about, sweetie?"

"The lady outside.  Do you think she's pretty?"

"PRETTY?!?  Are you kidding?  That whore?  No I do *not* think
she's pretty!" he bellowed.

"What's a whore?"

Oh, boy.  He shouldn't have said that.  "It's a, uh, lady,
that's, um, not very nice."

"Rachael's nice, Daddy.  I think you will like her."

"How do you know her name's Rachael?"  The dumbfounded girl
stared down at her feet, afraid to answer.  "Emma, how do you
know her name is Rachael?"

"She told me," she whispered so softly he could hardly hear.

"What did you say?"

"She told me."

"When did she tell you her name?"  There was a long, pregnant
pause.  He repeated the question, lifting her chin to look into
her eyes.

"The other day," she muttered.

"Why did you talk to the whor..., uh, Rachael?"

"You forgot your lunch and I went to take it to you but you
already left.  When I came back home I talked to her."

"Emma, don't ever do that again, okay?  She's a very bad person
and I don't want you talking to her again, okay?"  She nodded. 
"Promise?"  She nodded again.  He stood to leave, bending over to
kiss the top of her head.

"Daddy, why is she bad?" she asked looking up at him.  He didn't
want to try and explain to her about what she did and why it was
bad.  She probably wouldn't understand it anyway.

"Let's just say she isn't very friendly and leave it at that." 
She smiled, watching him head to finish dinner.

***

Rachael looked at her watch before returning her gaze to the
large window where Emma and her father had been standing only
moments before.  It's after 6 already and he's still there? 
What's going on?  Why isn't he going to work?  She has big plans
for that marvelous little mouth of hers.  She smiled thinking of
all the money the little slut has made for her so far.  Sure
beats doing it herself and she'll be able to have the operation a
lot sooner than she planned.  But she's got to get to her before
that will happen.

A car's horn turned her attention away briefly as she approached
the dark blue sedan.  "Hey suga, looking for a quick suck job?"
she asked smiling at the older man.

"Where's the kid?" he blurted out glancing around.  It took a
moment but she recognized him as the man from the other day.  The
one who made a big scene over her getting cum on his pants. 
What's he doing back here?

"She's, uh, off tonight.  I can take care of you for forty," she
said batting her long eyelashes.

"She working tomorrow?"

"Yea, I think so.  But I can suck you really good tonight."

"Naw, I'll wait for the kid," he said pulling back into traffic.

Rachael watched bewildered as the car disappeared from sight. 
She couldn't believe it.  Passed over for some inexperienced,
snot-nose little brat!  The car slowing down in front of her
brightened her spirits as she leaned against the opened window.

"How much?" the skinny, dark-skinned man asked stoically.

"Forty for oral." she said running the tip of her tongue along
her bottom lip.

"I wanna fuck.  How much?"

"I don't do that, only blow jobs, but I can make it really good
for you, suga," she added smiling.

"No snatch, no cash," he said glaring at her.  Rachael knew what
would happen if she agreed.  Even if she agreed to anal sex, he
would discover her secret.

"I, uh, can't, I'm sorry; I'm, um on my period."

"That's iight, I'll fuck you in the ass, how much?"  God this guy
was persistent.

"I can't right now.  Maybe another time?  How about I suck you
for $30?"

"Maybe another time," he reused her words and drove away.

Damn it!  Another trick got away.  "If only Emma was older and
could...," she grumbled under her breath.  "Wait, why not?  I
mean at least anally.  She's got to shit bigger turds than a lot
of guy's cocks, so why not?"  She smiled shaking her head. 
Wishful thinking.  There's no way she would agree to let some guy
fuck her in the ass.  At least not right away.

"Hey, are you a whore?" a young guy in a dirty, rusty pickup
truck yelled out from across the street.  Rolling her eyes she
smiled and waved.  All is not lost, maybe.  He went to the
corner, made a U turn and stopping in front of her.

"You're a whore, right?" he asked again.  Grinning she approached
the truck.  He wasn't much older than her, maybe late teens to
early twenties and was covered in dried paint.  There were
several 5-gallon buckets of paint in the bed with tarp and
brushes.  He was a painter.

"You looking for a whore?"

"Yea, are you one?"

"Depends on what you're looking for."

"What can I get for $20?"  He asked.  She smirked.

"Directions to the freeway," she grumbled angry with herself for
not attracting better people.  But in this neighborhood, what
choice does she have?

He laughed.  "No, I'm serious. What can I get for a 20?"

I charge $40 for a blow job."

"FORTY?  Are you serious?"

"Yea, take it or leave it."

"Will you suck me for $25?"

"Forty."

"I don't have that much.  I maybe have $30.  How about $30?"  She
was getting desperate.  She only had a little over an hour to
work before it got too dark and she didn't want to let another
one get away.  She was counting on Emma to be here making the
money for her.

"Yea, alright.  Pull into the alley over there.  I'll meet you
there."  She watched as the truck turned into the narrow passage
and drove about 30 feet inside.  Opening the passenger side, she
slid in.  "Let me see the money first," she said keeping one foot
outside of the truck just in case.  He was dirty, covered with a
white film and smelled of sweat.  Digging into his pocket, he
fished out a twenty, a five and four ones.

"It's all I got," he said handing the crinkled bills to her. 
Stuffing it into her purse, she leaned over the bench seat to
unzip his pants.

The smell was strong and she gagged several times from the putrid
taste, having to struggle to keep from throwing up.  The guy must
never wash his cock and had a gritty substance under the foreskin
that felt like sandpaper on her tongue.  He wasn't very big, but
kept trying to get it as far into her mouth as possible.

He bucked his hips, grunting while smashing her head to his lap
using both hands.  His movements became more pronounced, his
thrusts more brutal as he grew closer to orgasm.  Her head
bounced up and down from the impact of his thighs.  He was close,
she could taste the rancid tang of his cum bubbling out, choking
her further.  This was one time she wished Emma were here so that
she wouldn't have to put up with this kind of shit.

Suddenly he bellowed out, thrusting his hip hard while shoving
her head down, forcing the tip of his cock to the back of her
mouth as it began jerking wildly at the opening of her throat. 
She was tempted to let it drain from her mouth, just as Emma had
done to the first man, but knew better.  You never can tell how
violent a trick will be.

She pulled away the instant he released her head, falling back
coughing and gasping for air, her eyes watering.  His cock wasn't
very long, but enough to lodge the head into her throat, cutting
off the air, filling her throat with goo.

She had just caught her breath when he started the truck.  He had
already zipped his pants and was sneering at her.  "Okay whore,
I'm done.  You can leave," he growled putting the truck in
reverse. Slowly she stepped out of the truck, wiping her watery
eyes as he disappeared down the street.

Slowly she made her way to the ice cream shop.   Maybe Abdul's
friends were there and she could suck them for $30 each.  Give
them a discount so that she won't have to go though that shit
again.  At least his friends wash their cocks.

The ringing of the bell brought Abdul from the back.  "Hello,
Rachael," he said grinning.  "Where is your little friend?"

"She couldn't work tonight.  I came by to see if your friends
were still here.  Maybe they want some, uh, relief?"

He smiled.  "They left already," he said noticing the clock read
almost 7.  "Waited for a while but when you didn't show up, I
figured we over did it yesterday.  Maybe eight was too many for
her."

"NO!  Not at all.  She can do more, actually.  She just can't
work tonight, but don't worry, I'm working on something to fix
that as soon as possible."

"Good.  The men were very disappointed that she didn't come so
they couldn't either," he said smiling at his pun.

Handing her a single scoop of pistachio ice cream, she headed out
the door, scheming a plan to have the little whore available to
her whenever she needed her.  Walking across the street she knew
it was time to pay Emma's daddy a visit.

***

Emma was looking out of the window as she approached and she
waved.  The girl waved back smiling.  Pointing to the side, she
motioned for the girl to meet her at the door.  Knocking softly,
she waited about 30 seconds until the girl answered it.

"Hi, Emma," she said smiling.

"Hi," she replied peeking through the six-inch crack in the door.

"Is your daddy home?"

"No, he's downstairs washing clothes."

"Great!  Let me come inside, I need to talk to you."

"My daddy told me not to talk to you no more.  He said you're not
very friendly."

"Not friendly?  What's he mean by that?"

"I dunno.  But he made me promise not to talk to you no more."

"Emma, come on, don't be that way.  We're friends, remember?  Who
was it that showed you how to suck cock and do things to make
guys like you?"  She fumbled with her lip a while before
answering.

"Now let me in so we can talk, okay?  We're friends, okay?" 
Slowly the door opened and Rachael stepped inside.  "Is Mark
home?"  She nodded.  "How many times did you suck his cock
today?"

Her eyes flew open.  "I can't do that when my Daddy's home. 
He'll know!"

"That's true, but he's not home right now, is he?  Go in there
and suck his cock really good.  And swallow all of his cum.  You
don't want your daddy to find his cum every where, okay?"  The
girl looked toward the hallway then back to Rachael.  "Go on, why
are you waiting?" she asked giving her a shove.

She watched as the young girl slowly made her way down the hall,
pausing outside of the closed door and looked back.  Rachael
motioned with her hands for her to go in.  Reaching for the knob,
she turned it and pushed the door open.  Rachael smiled before
heading out.  "I'll show you friendly!" she mumbled heading to
the laundry room downstairs.   ***

Alan was leaning over the washer removing the clothes and tossing
them into the dryer next to it when she entered the room.  The
whites were on the final spin and concealed her approach.

"What are you doing?" he blurted out feeling the hand on his ass
and turning to see the whore from outside next to him.

"You look tense, I thought you could use some relief," she said
winking and reaching for the front of his sweat pants.

"Get away from me, whore," he said stepping away and bumping into
the washing machine.

"Come on, you know you want it," she whispered leaning closer,
grasping his bulge.  She was tall, almost as tall as he was with
heels and on the street she looked older.   This close he could
tell she wasn't much older than his son.

"What do you want?" he asked, his stance slightly shaken.

"The same thing you want," she slipping her hand in the front of
his pants to fondle his swelling cock.

"I, uh, don't think, um that I want what..." his stuttering was
broken by the sudden exposure of his cock as she pulled the front
of his sweats down.  "What are you doing?  You can't do that
here!  Someone could walk right in and..." He became quiet as she
sank to her knees, engulfing his cock, pushing it to the very
back of her throat.  "Ugh."

Soon his thick cock was at full firmness as she began pumping her
hand and mouth over his swollen manhood.  He watched with horrid
disbelieve as the experienced oral skills of the girl young
enough to be his daughter shot pleasure straight to his brain. 
"I, uh, don't have, ugh, money to pay you," he muttered wanting
her to stop, but also wanting her to continue.

Removing the bloated phallus, she smiled up at him.  "I don't
want your money," she sighed before returning her mouth.  He
moaned, bringing his hand to the back of her head and gently
assisting her with the speed, keeping a watchful eye on the door
in case someone came in.

It had been well over a year since he's had a woman's touch,
feeling guilty about cheating on his deceased wife and wanting to
devote his time to his children instead of a relationship for
himself.  He often thought of using the services of a prostitute,
but couldn't bring himself to do it.  Besides, they cost money
and that's something he didn't have to spare.

"Oh God," he murmured, feeling the churning of his balls.  She
was very experienced, probably from years of practice and he knew
that it wouldn't last.  It had been too long and it felt too
good.  "Ugh," he cried out, jerking his head back, feeling his
body shutter as volleys of semen rocketed from his shaft, filling
her mouth.

She kept stroking him, coaxing even more cum than he thought
possible.  His legs grew weak, his knees quivered as he fell
against the machine for support.  She kept sucking, draining even
more seed from him as if a vampire feeding on nurturing blood. 
His body continued surrendering whatever she chose to take as her
hands manipulate his organs, depleting everything available to
her.

He nearly fell to the floor, exhausted from what she had done,
his balls aching from being over worked.  Never before had he cum
so much at one time and he was impressed that she was able to
hold so much in her mouth.  Looking down he noticed her smiling
and the way her cheeks bulged from his emissions.

She stood and left, not saying or doing anything while he held
onto the washer, too weak to pull his pants back up.  "What in
the hell was that all about?" he wondered watching as the door
closed behind her.  "Is business that bad that she has to give
out free samples?"  He smiled at the thought.  Too bad he
couldn't afford to pay her for that as it was by far the best
blowjob he ever had.

Catching his breath, he reached for his sweats and pulled them
up.  He needed to finish the laundry and get back up stairs.

***

Rachael didn't even knock and walked right in seeing Emma
emerging from the hallway with a disheveled look and moisture on
her lips.  She had just finished sucking Mark and was heading
back out.  Going to the girl, Rachael stooped down, grabbed her
head with both hands and brought their lips together.

Emma struggled, not sure why her older friend wanted to kiss her
but unable to stop what she was doing.  She felt her tongue
slithering into her mouth followed by a flood of a slimy
substance.  There was so much that it filled her mouth,
overflowing her small oral cavity with no place to go except down
her throat.  She began gulping the gunk, recognizing what it was
but not sure why Rachael had it inside of her mouth.

The girls continued kissing, Rachael's persist tongue keeping the
stream of sticky goo filling her mouth as quickly as she could
remove it.  There was so much of it and her lips were hurting
from being pressed so tightly against the older girl's. After
what seemed like eternity, there was no more cum to give and
their embrace suddenly ended.

Rachael backed away watching as the young girl suddenly began
coughing, gasping for air.  Wiping the wad of sperm that had
escaped, she returned it to the bemused girl's  mouth.  "That's
what your Daddy's cum tastes like.  Get used to it `cause you're
going to be eating a lot more of it," she said standing, the
younger girl's eyes following hers.

"Tonight, after your daddy goes to bed, I want you to unlock the
front door," she said more as an order than a request.

Catching her breath and balance, she stared up at the tall woman.
 "Why?"

"Because I'm going to come back over after your daddy's asleep
and we're going to make him feel really good.  You want that,
don't you?  For your daddy to be happy?"  Slowly she nodded her
head.  "Good.  Don't forget to unlock the door.  I'll go to your
room and get you so we can do this together.  I'll need your help
to do it, okay?" she asked smiling.  "And remember, this is our
secret."

The young girl smiled, watching as her friend left, closing the
door behind her.  She's glad that her daddy will finally be
happy.  He's been so sad since her mother died.  Resuming her
path to the kitchen she grabbed a soda from the refrigerator. 
She needed to wash the taste of that stuff out of her mouth. 
Rachael was right, she is getting used to it.

~ end of part 4

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