Message-ID: <3528eli$9709011156@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: migpin97@aol.com (MigPin97) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: "The Salesgirl" Ch3 by KingPin Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970830002700.UAA11550@ladder02.news.aol.com> Disclaimer: This is purely fiction so don’t think otherwise. The Salesgirl (M/f, teen, masturbation, anal, gang) Part 3. “Do you really want me to fuck my father?” she asked as she looked up at me with my now limp cock nestled against her cum coated chin. “Now fucking way sweety, I’m probably in enough trouble as it is” I replied not sure if her question was asked with anticipation or dread. “Why? Do you want to?” “Not really but I’d try it if you asked me to, I’d do anything for you, anything at all.” I could tell she really meant it too, she was so sincere. “Good, then get up and get the camera off of the tripod. I need to conduct a little interview, you don’t mind do you?” it was a rhetorical question, I knew she didn’t and if she did, she’d do as I asked despite her personal feelings. “Can I ask you something first?” she said. “Sure, what’s on your mind?” “How do you know my father, how did you know his name is Frank?” she seemed somewhat worried that I might tell on her or something ridiculous like that. “Oh!” I laughed. “I don’t know him, well not really, we met at the neighborhood block party last year. I knew you were his daughter because when he asked me if I was married and I said “no” I asked him if he was. He told me “no” and then said “he was divorced and had two daughters.” He pointed you out of the crowd, you were at one of the tables serving yourself some food, and said “that’s my youngest Stephanie and I have another daughter Laurie whose a couple of years older.” So that’s how I knew his name and that he was your father. Does that explain it?” I chided her, jokingly. “Uh huh.” “Now go get the camera for me” I instructed her. As she went about retrieving the camera I made my way back and sat down in the center of my black leather sofa. “Why was she so eager to please?” I thought to myself as I watched this teen beauty in her soiled pink panties, white baby socks, and sneakers (damn she was hot). I had gathered from her ramblings that her mother had left her father for someone else but there must be something else to this than meets the eye. Her father’s never fucked her if not she wouldn’t be into this fantasy of calling me “Daddy” while she was excited. Something like that would scar a girl much more seriously and in a much more destructive fashion (nevermind what you might read in all those cheesy and unrealistic internet sex stories). Maybe her father’s just an asshole who doesn’t give a shit about her and she’s subconsciously looking for someone to replace him...whatever, now I’m the one who’s rambling. “Did I even care?” I wondered. I think I did. Shit!!! What am I becoming? Some stupid pop psychologist? Or worse, falling in... I was roused from my thoughts by a vision. Stephanie had removed the camera from the tripod and was bringing it to me. Damn she was gorgeous. As she crossed the short distance separating us I watched the small feminine muscles of her fat-free body as they carried her to me. She wasn’t muscular to any degree but she was thin enough that I could see how they moved under her soft and flawless skin. Those in her calves and thighs tensed as one leg followed the other, her tummy flexed purposefully as her upper body twisted slightly in tune to her stride, and those in her sinewy arms tightened as she held the camera which was immortalizing her. As she got within arms reach I stood up, took her face in both of my hands, and gave her young mouth a tender kiss, lightly suckling her lip as we separated. Looking down at her sexy chest and taking the camera from her hands I could still see the remnants of my orgasm on her small and very firm titties. As I sat back down, pausing the tape in the camera, I told her to kneel before me. She did. “Now listen, we’ve only got an hour before you have to leave so we have to make the best of that time, right?” I asked her. “Right” she responded. “ OK, so here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer them as sexily as possible. I want this tape to always remind me of the best time of my life. You got that?” “Yes, sir, ummm, Daddy?” “That’s OK, you can call me Sir too. Daddy everytime is gonna get old.” “OK, Mister.” “Yeah, now your catching on. Mister’s also good, anything that tells me you know who’s in charge.” I said proud of my little sexy salesgirl. “Now, I’m going to videotape you as you answer my questions and I want you to suck my cock at the same time. When you answer them I don’t want you to let go of my dick, OK? Just let it slip out of your mouth but don’t let it fall from your bottom lip, talk around it. Oh, yeah, and make sure to smile because I know you’re going to love it. If at any moment my cock slips under your chin your going to get a really rough spanking so make sure to hold onto it because it’s completely limp and I wouldn’t want it to squirm away from you. Got it?” “Yes, Sir!!!” Stephanie smiled her beautiful smile as she began to swallow my entire soft tool. Stephanie didn’t quite understand the effect I was after. “No!!! Not like that” I admonished her. “Suck it like a baby sucks its thumb. Use your mouth and cheeks to create a little suction so just the head slips into you. Then push it back out with your tongue. Do you understand?” Stephanie looked up at me and nodded. “Like this?” Just then she took me into her mouth gently and sucked in the tip of my cock before her tongue made contact with the underside of my dick. As it brushed up along the head and along my slit she slowly pushed me back out of her mouth. But only partially before her cheeks again began to hollow and the head was again completely surrounded by her moist pubescent mouth. She did it again and again never taking me in more than an inch. My cock never penetrated past the head. Taking the camera I centered Stephanie’s angelic face in the eyepiece as I applauded her new technique. Her long soft blonde hair, wet with perspiration, fell past her shoulders and out of my field of view as it reached her slender waist. “Yeah, that’s it baby, that’s perfect. Do you have any idea how sexy that looks. To be able to see most of my cock outside of your mouth just emphasizes the nastiness of what you’re doing. You know you’re sucking at the same hole I use to piss, that’s so nasty. You’re such a nasty little girl. I think I might just have to adopt you or maybe fucking marry you. But slow down a bit, I want to enjoy feeling my cock harden against that sweet and tender tongue of yours. It was time for Stephanie’s interview to begin. “So Stephanie, how old are you?” I asked as I recorded her sensual oral love making. As instructed she only barely let the tip of my staff exit when she responded “17, Daddy.” “Seventeen!!!!” I said in mock surprise. “There’s no way you’re seventeen. You don’t look a day over fifteen, if fourteen. Seriously, how old are you” I winked at her from behind the camera. She knew what I was going for and responded “Well, OK, I’m fifteen. I just lie about my age so guys won’t be afraid to let me suck their dicks.” “Oh, I see. And how long have you been sucking dick, sweetheart?” I winked again. “Ummmm, well, I guess since I was fourteen, since last year.” I was so proud of her. She had figured out that I wanted her to downplay her age and talk like a slut without me saying a word. “And how did you come to suck a dick at such a young age?” Make up a good story I thought. You can do it baby. Make this tape one for the ages. Come on, make it $675 well spent. Giving my slowly hardening cock a loving swirl with her tongue she looked straight into the camera and said “Well, it’s really kind of embarrassing.” “That’s OK, sweety, we’re all friends here. All three of us. You, me, and the camera. Why don’t you tell us.” She rubbed the sensitive underside of my cock across her closed mouth, letting it slide the length of her wet lips, before giving it a quick peck on the tip. As she nestled it against her cheeks and gave me her best “ahhh, I’m so embarrassed look” she said “Ummm, I kinda got busted. I cheated on a math test and my teacher saw the whole thing.” Wow, this was going to be one hot, very hot, video. I couldn’t believe how well she was playing to the camera. “A teacher?” “Yes Mister.” she said as she sucked the tiniest amount of my cock. Teacher, shit this was money in the bank and then some. This little girl really knew how to set up a story. Again, picture it, I got this little teen babe telling me a story (true or not) about her teacher and all the while she’s telling it to my camcorder with a lip full of my dick. Is that heaven or what? “I see, so honey how did that lead to your first blowjob?” “Ummm, the teacher kept me after school. He let everybody else go except me. He told me he had to call my father to discuss my dishonest behavior and lack of honor. But my father’s always had such a bad temper (asshole) and on top of that I knew Mr. Joy was going to give me an “F” on the test. It felt like such a hopeless situation.” God, I was loving it, she was a natural born cockteaser. Thank God the camera had fresh batteries. “I can see why, so what did you do?” Stephanie gave my slimy cock a few tender quick sucks before she continued with her “story.” “I didn’t do anything. Nothing really. It was all him. I swear.” she stated righteously. “It’s OK, calm down, I believe you. It wasn’t your fault. Just tell me what happened.” I said anxiously as I played into her role and the camera filmed every juicy bit. “I was standing next to his desk while he was sitting in his chair and telling me what he had to do when he said that if I helped him out with a “little problem” he would forget that he’d caught me cheating and give me an “A” to boot. I was so happy that my cherry blowpop, you know the ones with the gum in the center, almost fell out of my mouth. I said yes sir, anything you say, just don’t fail me or call my Dad. Please!” As she went on with her story my cock got harder and harder and I will swear I felt the camera itself getting hotter and hotter. “So what happened next sweety?” “Mr. Joy, the teacher, stood up and sat me down in his chair. The teacher’s chair. Then he leaned against his desk, right in front of me, and took my hand and...” she stammered. “And what baby?” I prompted her. “He put it on his dick. I didn’t know what to call it then, I was such a stupid fourteen year old, so dense, but now I know that what he did was take my little tiny hand and put it on his really hard cock. He was holding my arm at the wrist and then he began to rub it up and down and all along his hard shaft. Then he said that “that was his little problem.”” By now my cock was half-way to a full on erection. Between her tender sucking of my cock and her nasty, if bullshit, story I was a very aroused and happy man. But honestly, to tell you the truth, I only thought it was bullshit at the beginning because by now I was thinking that this indeed might be a true account of her first sexual encounter. She had already told me that she’d only fucked three times, all with the same guy, but she never said anything about blowjobs. Nobody could be such a great ad-libber. Maybe that explains her need for an authority figure. She couldn’t find it in her father so she would look for it wherever she could find it. Perhaps her father may have been overly strict but at the same time never expressed his love for her and having sex with older men was her answer. Hmmm? Interesting. There I go playing Dr. Ruth again. Why did I care? “What happened next, Steph?” I was literally on the edge of my seat. “Well, he kept on rubbing my little hand up and down his dick for a minute or two before he let it go. Then he reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of his fly. It was the first one I had ever seen and it looked so big and so powerful and it was leaking from the tip. I felt so sorry for him. Now I know that that was his pre-cum but back then it looked to me almost like as if it was crying, I thought he was crying. That must have been his problem, I thought, he was sad. I was so stupid, so naive. I was actually kinda scared of it because it looked so big and hard and it was sticking out and staring right at my face but part of me knew that it was my duty to make it fell happy again if I could. I think he could tell because then he put my hand back on it. He just told me in a very kind voice to rub it up and down softly and that it would be just fine. So I did.” Stephanie continued her story, speaking around my cock as her words and lips teased my dick. Literally. As she spoke, on her knees before me, her bottom lip kept moving my cock to and from as occasionally she gave it a warm lick, all the while continuing her story. The camera loved her very much, I knew then that she was going to make me quite a bit of money. I think I was salivating as I was dying to hear the rest of her tale. “And...?” “I rubbed his dick for a few minutes as he spoke to the Lord. He kept saying “Jesus” and “Oh God” a few times as I helped him. But then he told me that I wasn’t solving his “little problem” to the best of my abilities. But to be honest it didn’t look so little to me. I thought it was the biggest thing I had ever seen. Anyway, he told me that I had to lick it to make it go away but I wasn’t sure what he meant. So he said “like this” and pulled my cherry blowpop out of my mouth and started giving it these really long licks all the way around. I was so embarrassed because a really long line of my drool connected my mouth to the lollipop as he brought it to his lips. Then it broke and I had my spit all over my chin and a little bit on my blouse. But Mr. Joy just smiled and told me to lick him just like I would my lollipop. I thought, “that wouldn’t be so bad, I love my lollipops” so I gave it a try. Besides, he was my teacher and I knew that he knew what was best for me. So I started to lick him up and down and all around. I would start and the bottom and go all the way to the top where he was leaking, it was a little slimy there, and then back to where he was coming out of his pants. Mr. Joy seemed to like it and in a funny way that made me happy so when he told me to suck it like a pop I didn’t mind too much. I just went back to the top and let it go into my mouth.” “Steph (there goes that damn nickname again), what where you wearing?” I winked to remind her to play along, not that I needed to since she was already exceeding my greatest expectations, not to mention the camera’s as well. What a fucking interview. “Keep sucking me baby and tell Daddy what you were wearing as you were sitting in your teacher’s chair and sucking his cock.” “Ohh, it was a private school so I was wearing the school uniform. It was a knee length pleated beige skirt and white blouse with the school emblem on the left breast. That’s all. Oh, yeah, and white socks and saddle shoes.” “OK, so what happened next. You were sucking Mr. Joy’s cock and...?” “I took it into my little mouth as best I could and, like I do with my blowpops, I licked around it. Just like he told me to do. But I really couldn’t take much of him. I was pretty small back then, even though I’m pretty tall now I’m still small in my insides, and he seemed so huge. But I’ve always been a very stubborn girl so I tried to suck him the best that I could. I licked and sucked him all over just as if he was my lollipop. I tried to use my young tongue to make his problem go away even though I didn’t know what that meant. But he told me to suck it like my lolli so I did. I made sure to keep it in my mouth and just let my tongue and cheeks do the work. You know, how you suck a lollipop, kinda how you have me sucking your wonderful cock right now, like a baby sucks its thumb. Cheeks pull it in, tongue pushes it out, and then swirl. But I knew I wasn’t helping him much because he was still crying in my mouth. I could feel his tears as they leaked out of him and onto my tongue because they made my mouth all slippery. But they tasted so yummy. He must’ve been really sad because he was crying an awful lot.” “Yeah, suck me baby, that’s it sweety, ummmm, you’re so grown up now, yeah, suckle my cock my little slut. So what did you do after that to make your teacher happier?” I asked in eager anticipation. “God, I was such a dumb girl. Are you sure you want to know?” “Yeah, please, it’s so nasty, I love your story. Don’t ask me again. Just keep going.” I didn’t want her to break the spell. Just tell me and the camera the story and answer my questions is all. “Well, Mr. Joy kept crying into my mouth for a very, very, long time. He was sobbing and I could tell that he was really sad because he couldn’t even hold still. You know how people are when they cry, they’re always gasping for breath and moving all over the place. Well that was Mr. Joy. He couldn’t keep still. He was spilling his guts into me and he could barely keep himself inside my lovely innocent mouth. He cried so much that I even had to start swallowing his tears so that I wouldn’t cough. Little by little he kept filling my mouth as he cried into me and at the same time I felt his thing getting bigger and bigger. I was starting to feel scared because I didn’t know how much longer I could keep it in my mouth. But Mr. Joy was so smart and sensitive, he could tell how I felt, and he took his dick out of my mouth and showed me a different way in which I could help him.” “How did he do that?” I asked enthralled. “Mr. Joy stood me up and bent me across the desk. Then he reached under my skirt and pulled down my panties and then did and said the weirdest thing. He put them to his nose and sniffed them very deeply and told me it was “such a lovely aroma”, at least I think that’s what he said, and then put them in his coat pocket. But he was really nice the whole time. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me I was a “very good little girl” while rubbing my ass under my skirt.” “Did you like that?” I couldn’t help but ask. “Oh yes, I liked it a lot. I feel so bad about it now because I know I shouldn’t have, but I honestly did. His hand felt so nice down there.” Stephanie just about had my cock in a completely erect state as she continued to nibble on it while telling her story. “So what did he do next?” “He kept massaging my bottom with his hand but sometimes he missed and slipped and rubbed it over my naked pussy. But he was being so nice and understanding that I didn’t mind. Afterall, I couldn’t even take care of his problem with my hands or my mouth. I just wasn’t smart enough. He was being so patient with me. I guess teacher’s do know best. For a little while he kept playing with me as I bent over his desk. You know, just rubbing me. After a little bit he started to kiss me down there. It felt so nice, gosh, but it’s so nasty.” “Don’t worry, just tell the camera what happened.” “Well he started kissing my butt, actually my asshole. He pushed me down against the desk to make me really bend over and then he used his hand and his face to spread my cheeks really wide so that he could run his tongue up and down my tight rear hole. But at the same time he was rubbing my pussy with his hand and I could tell that he wasn’t slipping along my cunny by accident because now he was doing it all the time. He was just rubbing me right there all the time and telling me how “wet” I was and what a “good girl” I was. But the really bad part is that I liked it so much. I felt so naughty. But then he told me that his “little problem” was almost taken care if I would do one more thing for him.” “What was that?” “He asked me to spit on him.” “Where, and did you?” This was beyond belief and I was lucky enough to have it all on tape. “Yes, I did. He told me to hold his thing, his dick, which was still crying and spit all over it. I spit for almost a whole minute until his dick was all shiny and wet and he told me that I had done a very good job. He was such a nice and considerate teacher. Then he turned me around so that I was once again bent over his desk. He just kept telling me how proud he was of me as he hiked my skirt over my waist before I heard him spitting too. I looked back over my shoulder to see that he was spitting into his own hand and didn’t stop until there was a puddle of goo in its palm.” “What did he do with it?” “He took his hand and spanked me once on my cunny and then spread it all around my tight young teen thighs, I had just turned fourteen not a month before. I could feel his spit spread all over me but I wasn’t sure what he was going to do. But I knew that I had to help him stop crying soon so I let him continue. I swear I felt one of his fingers slide into me just a little bit before it withdrew. Besides, even though I’m not proud of it, it felt really fuckin good. Next thing I knew he grabbed both of my legs at the knees and pushed them together. He told me to keep them tightly together because it was the only way in which I could help him. And then I felt him.” My cock was fully hard by now and dying to be sucked into little young Stephanie’s throat but I wanted to hear the rest of her story. Besides, been there and came in that. Here pussy is next in line for my relentless member. As long as she kept licking and sucking lightly at my cock I would survive her story and give her the fucking of her life. “And...and...you felt him....what?” I was dying to know. “Then I felt him jam his big stiff teacher dick between my thighs. Not into my little virgin pussy, he didn’t penetrate me like you’re about to do, but just between my tightly clenched thighs. He slammed between them and I could feel him as he slid along the length of my cunt and lightly teased my clit. He pounded between my legs for such a long time. He fucked my thighs and rubbed my pussy with his smart cock for a long time before I felt him start to get really excited. Then he wasn’t just fucking in and out but he was pushing up. I felt my toes leave the floor and he slammed harder and harder and I felt my weight being supported by my teen cunt as his dick lifted me into the air. Is that what you want to hear Daddy Mike, you want all the nasty little sick details.” “Yeah, baby, that’s what I want. I want to hear everything babydoll.” “Well, Mr. Joy kept thrusting between my legs for a long time, or at least it seemed a long time, as he fucked my thighs and rubbed my pussy raw. Thinking back I think part of me would have liked for him to actually fuck me. But he was such a gentleman, he was so smart and considerate, so sensitive, he would never have done it. I think he was enjoying it because he kept telling me how good I was. For the longest time my feet weren’t touching the floor. The only thing that supported me was his dick rubbing against my virgin wet cunny as my thighs were closed together to give him more stimulation. But Mr. Joy was still awfully sad because I felt his tears making my thighs slicker and slicker. I felt so guilty I even asked him if there was anything I could do. He said yes.” “So...what did he say?” “He didn’t say anything at all at first, he just tossed me back into his teacher’s chair and put my legs in the air and started to fuck my thighs the same way he had been doing when I was bent over the desk. But he asked me to say something over and over again.” This little salesgirl was driving me nuts and melting my camcorder. “What did he ask you to say?” “Nothing much, he just told me to say “Oh, yes, Daddy, cum for your little girl” over and over again as he kept on fucking me between the legs and rubbing against my clitty.” “What happened next?” “I came. It was my first orgasm. My own teacher had given it to me without even licking or fucking my pussy. He just lasted so long and kept going on and on and on rubbing against me that eventually I came. Maybe it had something to do with what he had me saying. I think I liked calling him “Daddy.” Jeez, I hadn’t thought about that in a long time. He also really seemed to like it a lot because not long after I started saying it he got really excited and was having a hard time following his chair around. He kept fucking into my thighs pounding into me so hard that he made the chair I was on move all over the place. He had to keep following me around until the chair ended up against a wall and it couldn’t go anywhere. Then he started pumping me really hard, right between my tightly clenched and tear slicked teen thighs, as he started giving me instructions.” “Like what?” “Well, I was sitting in his chair with my knees against my face and my ankles over my head. Mr. Joy was holding my thighs together so he could fuck them and then he started telling me that his “little problem” was almost over. I felt so happy because the whole time I had been trying to help him he was crying. And the more I tried to help the more he seemed to cry. I was so stupid. His dick just kept leaking and leaking and it just looked so sad and it made me feel so bad. But then I felt so happy when he told me that I was about to make him feel all better. He told me that he was about to get rid of his “problem” and that I was going to have to open my mouth to swallow it and do away with it. That way if I took it into me there was no way it could ever come back to harm him. He told me to open my mouth wide and say “Ahhh.” “Yeah, so what happened next?” “Well, like I said, I opened mouth wide and waited. He started pounding between my thighs even harder and I could feel drops of sweat falling from his forehead and landing on the back of my legs. My school skirt had gotten so wet and sweaty by then that I had no clue how I would explain it if someone asked. He was really giving it to me then. All of a sudden, it really caught me by surprise, he threw my legs apart and moved up against my open mouth. He smashed his head against the wall that was holding my chair in place, if not for that wall I think he would just have fallen on me, and told me to get ready. Luckily for him he recovered his balance and pulled me to an upright sitting position. I say lucky for him because I didn’t want to miss swallowing any of his problem and have it come back to haunt him. Then it started.” “Tell me, tell me all of it Stephanie.” “Well he put the tip of his dick into my mouth, kind of like I’ve been doing for you the last few minutes, not really sticking it in or anything, and cupped my chin with both of his hands. Then I felt him, my teacher, my Mr. Joy, start cumming in my mouth. It didn’t taste like anything at first. It just felt like warm, thick, and tasteless syrup. But there was so much of it that even though I swallowed as much as I could, I felt some dripping out of my mouth and down my chin. But he really was nice even though I knew how important it was for his health that I swallow all of it. He didn’t seem angry. The whole time he was just telling me “that’s it baby, swallow it honey, that’s my good girl.” He did nothing but encourage me. So even though I missed quite a bit I didn’t feel to bad about it. But after about ten seconds his squirting got to be to much. He just kept on cumming and cumming and it began to totally overflow my mouth before he finally stopped.” “Yes...?” “He pulled the tip of his dick from my mouth and told me that I had done a very good job. But he still had his hands cupped together and they held a little puddle of the cum that I had let fall from my mouth. He told me to get up and then he took my place in his chair. Mr. Joy then told me to sit in his lap but to make sure to lift the back of my skirt as I sat down because he wanted to feel my skin against his. I did as I was told. Then he told me to feed, actually I think he told me to lick up. Or something like that. So as I sat on his lap with my bare ass on his soft slimy dick and lapped and sucked the cum he offered me in his hands.” “What happened after that?” “Nothing much, he never fucked me if that’s what you’re thinking. Damn, Daddy Mike, you can be such a sicko sometimes. I sat on him for a little while until I had licked his hands clean and then he sent me on my way. We never spoke about it again. It was almost like it never happened, but he was an awesome teacher and a really nice guy. It’s just a shame I was so stupid about sex at the time. But now I’m not, Mr. Joy is gone but you’re here. You gonna fuck me or what?” “Or what, what?” “Or what Daddy, my sweet gorgeous hunk of a Daddy, you gonna fuck me? Are you going to fuck your little girl? Huh?” Stephanie was all worked up and desperate. Honestly, so was I. “What do you think your holding in your hands baby? I’ve already cum in your mouth and your mouth has, both by sucking and talking, made me hard as a rock again. So what the fuck do you think? My only doubt is whether you can handle a real honest to God hard fuck. Not just between your thighs or by some little teen shit who can’t last more than 5 minutes, but a good half an hour of solid ball busting pussy splitting fucking. More if we had the time but I don’t want your father getting pissed and grounding you for tomorrow night. I got a wonderful plan in store that I’m sure you’ll adore.” The End of Chapter 3. Note to the reader: Let me know what you think. Praise and constructive criticism are always welcome. 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