("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ 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!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Jessie For My Gambling Debt by Stephanie Keating (address withheld) *** My thirteen year old daughter, Jessie, walks in on an enforcer visiting to collect my gambling debts. (M/f- teen, ped, nc, mast, voy) *** This is a story from 10 years ago that I've never told anyone about before. You'll see why. I had a gambling problem that I kicked after this incident I'm about to relate. I was in serious debt to a shark where I live. Every time I tried to win back my losses things got worse, and then came the threats. My wife had left me months earlier, but my 13-year old daughter still lived with me. The shark's heavy, Zack I think his name was, knew my daughter was around and began making threats that she would get hurt. I was making arrangement for her to go stay with my wife in another city, but she was being awkward, so the clock was ticking. One evening, just after I'd got home from work, this heavy turned up and invited himself in. I thought I was dead. He was a big guy, though not tall; dressed in a suit he looked pretty charming and could turn from charm to ice and back again in seconds flat. He'd been putting the terrors to me for 10 minutes when I heard my daughter, Jessie, come home. She shouted, "Hi, dad!" from the kitchen and followed her greeting into the family room where Zack relaxed back into charm. "This must be Jessie," Zack said. "Yes," I answered nervous about the meeting. "Hi! Jess," said Zack "Jessie," she corrected as she turned away. I could see Zack was pissed, so I asked Jessie not to be rude and say Hi. "Hi!" She turned back momentarily. "Stay for a while," Zack said with just a hint of menace. Jessie glanced at me and back at Zack. "That's more friendly," Zack said. Jessie flicked a smile at him. Zack looked at me and said, "I think we can forget about the dispute. Cooperation is all that was ever needed." He turned to Jessie: "Come over here." He patted the place beside him on the couch. I was in shock. I knew what was on his mind and I knew I was in trouble in the amount of about $100,000— impossible to pay off on my earnings. I was in a state of fear and rage, but the rage stayed stuffed. I froze and watched time and events unfold like they were a nightmare. Now Jessie was a very pretty 13-year-old: petite, small breasts, long fair hair, and a bit of a sassy attitude. That day was wearing a pretty, short, blue skirt with flowers on it, and a white buttoned top. She walked over to the couch and was clearly nervous. "Sit down, Jess," Zack said. I could see Jessie tense, trying to decide if she would correct him. She didn't and I knew right then Zack had won. "Sit down!" Zack said with a shard of ice in his voice. She sat down slowly. The rest was quick. Zack grabbed a handful of her hair and snapped her head back. His mouth was on hers in an instant. Jessie started struggling and trying to vocalize a scream, but couldn't. Zack hissed, "Shut your fucking mouth!" Jessie was gasping and looked at me with frightened eyes. "Tell her to fucking shut up, or you know what'll happen!" I heard myself saying, "Do what he says. He'll hurt you." Jessie started crying child tears and I wanted to comfort her, but sat in shame and silence as Zack slid his hand up he skirt and forcing her legs apart, found her crotch. Within seconds, I think it was, Zack had torn open her top and ripped off her bra. He was kissing her roughly and sucking her little tits; but pretty soon his interest dropped down to her pussy with a lust that was bestial. He roughly pulled her panties down and off her feet. Somehow he's unbelted himself and got his own pants down at the same time. His cock was rampant and big. I was horrified even more as he aggressively manhandled Jessie into a lying position on the couch. Try as she did, she wasn't able to close her legs with Zack positioned solidly between them. Jessie was crying harder now as she tried to buck away, but only succeeded in bringing her pelvis up to meet the head of his cock. Then it was over—the really nasty part. Zack had taken no time, but plunged his cock into Jessie. He went deep very quickly with Jessie crying in pain. And then Zack took up a rhythm; and although Jessie just lay there, her tears subsided and her struggles stopped. And then—God help me!—I felt myself becoming aroused at the sight of my daughter, petite and innocent with her legs spread wide for this monster. I could see her pussy clearly and his huge meat sliding in and out of her. I tried to make my arousal, my growing pleasure, go away; but it wouldn't. Zack was grunting his way to orgasm and pulling on Jessie's hair so that her head was back and he was licking at her tits and throat—and then he came. A great groaning, pumping-deep orgasm; his sperm was spilling inside her and I knew it must have felt so good for Zack to do it. He lay on top of her moving in and out just a little bit and talking dirty, calling her a little slut and things. Jessie started softly sobbing again as Zack withdrew his still semi-hard cock. Some of his sperm followed his withdrawal and dribbled onto the couch. I nearly ejaculated right then and had to think of other things. "You know one thing for sure, now," Zack said with an evil grin. "Little Jess wasn't so fucking innocent!" I tried to figure out what he was saying and must have looked confused. "Your little daughter was sure no virgin!" I got it. He was right. My daughter who I'd protected and watched until now had definitely had sex before. Zack dressed as Jessie lay there, legs still apart and skirt around her waist, crying. Me? I was looking at her leaking pussy and only by force of will stopped myself from doing the same as Zack and fucking my own daughter—sliding my cock deep inside her warmth and wetness. Jessie was changed by the experience. Zack came back twice after that. He caught Jessie at home on one of those occasions and roughly fucked her as he had before. I was already in a habit of going to bed each night and masturbating to those seared images of that first time. The second time I could see everything again and this time touched myself and came in my pants as ack emptied himself inside her. This time, Zack slipped her panties back on her and patted her pussy, saying, "Keep it safe—till next time," he grinned. The next day I got Jessie out of town. One last dirty secret: Those pale blue silky panties filled with Zack's sperm stayed with me. For months afterward, I masturbated to their smell and the images of Jessie being fucked by a monster. My financial debt was clear, my conscience not. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 74