_________________________________________ 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!!!! _________________________________________ Ice Cream Girl, Part 4 by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) ~~~~~~~~ "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 wetfly6969@aol.com