A Girl’s Dirty Past by Mariel

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A Girl’s Dirty Past by MarielIt’s funny how a man wants to fuck you, pays you, then tries to save you, by not doing anything, as if his abstinence is proof of his love for you, and he is different from all the rest, willing to pay, but keeps his cock in his pants as proof of his intentions.Guys like these are losers, they can’t get it up with women like me, they need something less intimidating, something resembling what women have, something where they can be first, and it shows in the glow of the skin, soft and sweet smelling, sets the heart racing and the blood boiling, a sweet smile to tell them it’s alright, and a disbelief as they’re held with a powerful grip as they discharge their frustrations onto the forbidden, so I volunteer a story to loosen them up. ‘Slide forward’, I ordered him, and his legs open as he does so, and as mine slide in between his, only stopping as my knees come in contact with his crotch.As we face each other in the ark cubical out of sight of others, I reach under the table and undo his flies and fish his cock out and hold it in my hand, squeezing him and fondling him, as I start to tell him of my first time.’My first experience’, I sigh as I think back as if it were yesterday.’Let me think, oh yes, I remember’. I was out with daddy one day, and I remember him telling me he was needing to pee.We were passing one of those male toilets at a street corner and I followed him down the stairs, where it seemed to get cooler, and the smell, a mixture of sewer and moth balls, caused my nostril to flare, the more we descended the stronger it became.Soon I was standing in a huge cavernous opening, much to my surprise, black and white floor tiling, and doors leading into small cubicles, but it was the off white porcelain openings where men stood to pee that held ankara escort my gaze, the constant flow of water, and the men turning and exposing themselves to me, as I stood behind my father, who stood facing the wall, doing his business, as men caught my attention, by shaking themselves, literally inches from my face.’This your daughter Jack’?I felt his cock jump in my hand, and I squeezed him gently, acknowledging his response to my story Dad turned to look at him as he walked up and stood alongside me. ‘Yeah’, he answered, and I noticed he had stopped peeing, but was still moving it about.’She is beautiful’, he remarked, as a man coughed, turned and let me see him. ‘How old jack’, he asked, and dad said something I did not understand, ‘Prime’.It would be years before I finally understood what this secretive language meant, between these men like my father, my very reason for being there was for men like daddy, to be given an opportunity to enjoy my presence.’Can we use her’, he asked, and daddy turned and looked at the men gathered, four in all, waiting and staring down at me, ‘Give me a minute’, he replied, and led me into a cubical, where he undressed me and sat me onto the large wooden seat.His cock was rock hard by now, and I started to stroke him with a gentle wanking motion’No matter what darling’, he said, ‘keep your eyes closed tight and say nothing, promise’, and I promised, as each man entered and discharged himself over my nude body, as daddy encouraged them, five discharges, and four strangers, somehow the fifth one was the proof my own father really loved me.I looked at the stranger opposite me, his eyes were closed as I described me sitting there covered in semen, ‘As it came out of solution and separated, I gripped his cock tighter ‘it was running down my ankara escort bayan body in little rivulets, re-converging atop my thighs, forming a little pool of seminal fluid on my vulva, which at that age was quite prominent, His breathing was quickening, I knew he was close ‘The moment I opened my legs to move, I felt it cover my vagina as if the dam had burst’, and at that point I just stopped talking, and withdrew my hand from his erection.His hands were flat and face down on the table top, ‘Why did you stop’, he asked me, his breathing short and spasmodic, he was on the verge and like a little boy, scared, he knew instinctively there was something more about me, he sensed I knew his dark secret, what little girl would not with a daddy who had the same lusting as he craved right now.He swallowed hard, ‘How would you like to finish it upstairs, in privacy, and more to your liking’, I asked him seductively? His eyes widened at the thoughts flashing through his mind, ‘You have a daughter’, he said, in barely a whisper, and I nodded that I did, ‘She is the same age I was in my story’, I added, the sins of the father endowed on the daughter.His eyes widened with anticipation, ‘How much’, he asked, as if it were a catch, I smiled and reached under the table, and found him where I left him, only harder and more rigid, now his secret was out, he liked young girls.’$500.00′, I said, and as I closed the deal, like a true professional, I covered his cock and drew my long fingernail up along the back of his shaft.’Do I fuck her’, he asked, and as he said it he looked furtively around to make sure no one else could hear his indecent proposal.’No dear, you get to fuck me, as she watches us, you can reach out and touch her, but your cock stays inside me, and if you make me cum, escort ankara I promise you, she will lick your cock and balls clean’.His eyes closed again as the thought bored through his very essence, and my hands played havoc with his genitals.I watched as he reached inside his pocket and withdrew the $100 dollar bills, one, two, three, he placed them one on top of the other, until they amounted to $500.I gathered them up and put them into my pocket, ‘Put your cock back in’, I ordered him, ‘I going to call her to be ready’, and I pulled my phone out and quick-dialled my home.’Hello darling, mummy here’, I said, as he stiffened in his seat, I could feel his excitement, his dream was within reach, thanks to my perversion, ‘we are coming home, get yourself ready’, and I hung up.’Let’s give her five minutes, then we go’, I said, and picked up my drink and took a sip, he did likewise.’Where do you stay’, he asked out of curiosity, I smiled and pointed to the ceiling, ‘upstairs’?I got up and as he started to move, I said, ‘Let’s not be seen together, give me a minute’, and he stopped moving, it made sense, especially when you consider what it was we were getting into.I arrived at the front door and looked back at him, he was sitting waiting for my signal, I nodded for him to follow me, and as he slowly got to his feet I pushed through the door, took three steps and climbed into the car waiting at the kerb-side.As we sped off I finally saw him emerge through the door and onto the kerb, looking left and right, but not at the my car or the traffic, instead he was looking up at the building to where he thought I lived, What are you looking at darling?I looked at the driver, ‘Nothing Daddy’, I said, and as he smiled I lent in towards him, ‘Like a blow-job daddy’, my hands were already undoing his zipper, ‘you know I love you daddy’, I whispered, as I eased him from his pants, I could hear him sigh as the heat from my cavernous mouth descended over his thickening cock, and began bobbing up and down.All comments appreciated, Mariel.

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