For Daddy (locked to LordLuck)

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The barbecue was a bore, they always were, but it was an excuse to dress up and flirt with men that put boys her own age to shame. Her father had called everyone he knew over for burgers and beer, and even the young woman knew it wasn't about spending time with good friends - even if the invitations had said as much - he was trying drum up leads for new contracts. Work had been slow lately, he'd been spending long days at home driving Mom crazy with hairbrained schemes to make the mortgage. It was unspoken that it was Becky's job to keep the beer flowing freely.

It was hopeless to let her old man do it on his own, clearly he wasn't doing such a great job of it since Mom had been going on and on for days about getting an extension on a loan one of his friends had given him. Mom's complaining wasn't getting anything done, so she'd spent most of the afternoon putting together a simple enough plan to take matters into her own hands. She knew most of Daddy's friends pretty well and had narrowed it down to one man who had the means to issue a fat loan and the likelihood of actually doing it. He was a little younger than most of Daddy's friends - maybe forty-five, most of them were in their fifties, wasn't married - no kids... And sometimes showed up with girlfriends only a little older than herself - and never for long. It would be easy to charm him, maybe get a few drinks in him and imply that maybe if he'd make that loan go away she'd be willing to do something for him in return... Maybe something good girls don't normally do.

The first hour she'd spent dispensing beer, smiling and chatting, batting her eyes as she worked her way around the backyard in a revealing red bikini that barely covered her. She was small for her age, dainty and still holding on to the youthful softness that made her look too young to be her father's oldest child - let alone one who was ready to move out on her own if her plan didn't work and it would lessen the strain on her folks. Becky was on the petite side in every sense of the word, shorter than her girlfriends and with narrower hips and smaller breasts that made her feel self conscious around them. But in her own backyard, she wasn't scared - she knew all the men were looking at her as she passed out cold longnecks, 'accidentally' brushing them against her exposed skin as she made runs back and forth to the cooler in the kitchen. The power was intoxicating and she imagined them going home to their wives or even alone and getting off imagining what they'd do to her. It was enough to keep her plan on the table even when she saw the man wasn't drinking nearly as much as she'd hoped. Encouraged by a skeezy old man's hand gently patting her ass as she passed by on another trip toward the kitchen, she steeled her nerves and prepared for a hard sell.

Thankfully, before long she saw him duck into the house by himself. On quick feet, afraid he might be leaving, she followed him into the kitchen and then watched as he turned down the hall - towards the bathroom - perfect. She ducked into her bedroom and popped open a bottle of Budweiser, deliberately spilling enough on her top to darken the fabric, letting it drip down to darken the waist of the bottoms that barely covered her sex. Her story concocted, she took off the top and waited until he came out before stepping out the door; "Oh! Mister Appleby!" She gasped, one hand crossing over her chest to cover her small breasts. "I didn't know anyone was in there! Some asshole spilled his beer on me."

She smiled innocently, blushing as he looked at her, before pushing past him in the narrow doorway to fetch a washcloth.

 

[LordLuck]

Indeed, the barbecue had been boring Greg down to death. There were some folks he didn't minded forgetting about, some others that would bugger him to death with their babbling nonsense, and no real girls that he could hit upon. Well, there was Becky, but she was out his list. She was young, had a beautiful face, but her hips and chest were not as generous as a man like him would like them to be.

Still, she knew she was gorgeous. The girl walked around, waving that small, tight ass of hers as if she was begging for someone to come and hit on her. Unusual, for there were no one of her age or even nearing that around. Greg had been laying his eyes over her mother, a woman that had curves and fat on all the right places... although she was married to that loser of her husband. The man had borrowed a loan out of Greg's pockets, due to their old friendship, but the bastard was failing to pay every deadline. Things were going to get ugly for the both of them should he keep going on as if nothing had happened, using Greg's money to pay up for his expensive lifestyle, expensive wife and bratty little girl.

And when he was just getting out of the bathroom, after pleasantly emptying his bladder full of beer and soda, she passed through him. Running, mumbling excuses... and incredibly hot. He could not awnser, she was too fast, but the way she moved told him there was something going on. Her breats, outlined by the moist shirt, could be completely seen. How soft could they be?

 

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The wet top stripped off, her small breasts were bare as she reached used both hands to dampen a wash cloth and rubbed eagerly as though there had been far more liquid than there actually was. "Fucking asshole", she muttered under her breath. Looking up at him, blushing slightly when she caught him looking at her lithe - nearly nude body. It was part of the plan, she had to remind herself, to get his attention and use it to her advantage. If the old man was anything like the boys at school he'd be half hard and well on his way to eating out of the palm of her hand.

"Can you believe Mr. Green dumped his fucking beer on me to see my tits through my bathing suit?" She stroked the washcloth lower, down the slight rise of her belly. "Fucking dirty old man." She rolled her eyes, looking right at him as she rubbed along the low waistband of her bikini bottom. "Sorry, Mr. Appleby... I know I shouldn't talk like that... But what would make a guy like that think it's okay to act that way?"

She turned toward him, small tits exposed as she toyed with the waistband of her tiny red bikini. "Sorry, I guess you might not remember me - I'm Becky, this is my Daddy's place."

 

[LordLuck]

"Green is just another bastard."

Those were Greg's first words. He could not understand why she had taken off her top right before him, and allowed him to stand watching her small, soft and perky breasts. Perhaps it was because she had a mostly flattened chest, Becky must have not grown too aware of her natural, plain beauty. She could not have a generous, curvaceous body, but it was way more lithe and elegant. And accordingly to her hopes, the older man was really getting a hard on by watching her small nipples soaring against the air.

"He's just fooling around with you, Becky. Think that you might be the only girl he's been seeing lewdly for months.", he commented, almost unknowingly closing into her intimacy, accomplicing to her swearing. "Disregard him."

"And you really should not be showing those around, Becky.", of course he knew her. He knew her since she was a baby girl, a little, happy toddler. He meant about her breasts, knowing that a lot of the old men around the house would lose their breath and maybe have a heart attack if they laid eyes above those beauties.

 

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She watched him practically leering at her, convinced she'd already sealed the deal with his words alone. Putting on her best sweet, innocent smile she reached out and touched his arm, unashamed. "It's okay, Mr. Appleby... it's just us right now, and I know you're a good man." She blushed again looking down more for effect - and noticing the definite shift in his slacks. "I know you'd never hurt me..."

She stepped closer to him, taking as deep a breath as she dared without giving her nerves away. Boys at school were different, flash your ass or half a boob and the horny assholes will do anything you tell them to. He would be different, he was a man... Probably a lonely man that had needs, but a far cry from a young guy with a boner who'll do a chem test for a suck job.

Licking her lips, she looked up at him and whispered; "I know what you done for my folks and I want you to know that we really appreciate your generosity." The hand on his arm slid down to his wrist and she squeezed it gently, now close enough for her bare breasts to brush against him. "It takes a real man to help someone out like that, Mister Appleby."

 

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"I... well... There's no need to thank me, Becky.", Appleby told her with a sincere smile of appreciation. Should her father be wiser, he'd never let Rebecca be aware of their financial distress. It would take away any and all vestiges of home security and welfare. It would be terrible for the kids. And wishing or not, Becky looked still like a kid. "We are old friends, and it would not be kind to refuse him. He had to humiliate himself to ask for it"

Of course, if she knew the thruth already there was no need to deny it. Greg was simply worried by the closeness she had imposed againt him. Her bare chest was now just brushing against his arms, and for a moment the older man really considered trying to grope them so he could just assure himself he could. Those breasts did not hang downwards, but were rather small, humble and plain, although incredibly sensual.

"You should really cover your chest, Becky."

 

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Daddy didn't even have to tell her, she could practically hear the arguments through the walls as they shouted about the money. She knew her father was pathetic and worthless, as a provider and if the size of her mother's vibrator was any indicator as man too.

Still uneasy about her decision, but sticking by it... as worthless as her father could be, he was still Daddy... she rubbed her small breasts against his forearm, letting his fingertips graze her bare side. "There was something I wanted to talk to you about, Mister Appleby." She stammered slightly, looking down at the floor but instead catching view of his slightly tented fly again. Blushing hot, she looked him in the eyes.

"I know you loaned my Dad a lot of money... and I know he can't pay you back." She licked her lips, feeling an unexpected tug at her loins as he continued to look at her bare breasts, the exposed skin of his forearm arm and inviting against her hard nipples. She couldn't help but wonder what his hands would feel like on her if he said 'yes' - which he would, he had to... what what happen if he didn't?

With a hard swallow, she looked him in the eyes and took his hand, guiding it against one pert breast. "I want to pay you back, Mister Appleby... I will do anything you want, even..." She blushed hotter and leaned in close, whispering; "I'll even let you pop my cherry." It was a lie, she'd lost it at fourteen with a boy in her class that she hadn't talked to since and didn't plan on seeing again - but it sounded good... and she thought maybe the older man would be even more tempted with the offer.

 

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What, had he heard it properly? She was offering him to pay for his services by allowing him to touch her? What a slutty little girl Becky was. He could never know. But was she? Greg could not be sure. She could have been just a kind heart, trying to save her family and her pathethic father from any more humiliation should Appleby call the loan back. They would be throw at the street with nothing more except their clothes on their bodies, and still her dad would be owing him money.

Sincerely, Greg had been expecting her Mother to approach him with such ideas. Amongst his friends, there was a joke about her Mom, how hot she had been - and still was - and how she had, once, blowed one of them up to orgasm in order to avoid him picking on a fight with her beloved husband. This was a family of whores. Still... Greg really considered it for a second. His hand closed itself against her bare breast, touching at her soft skin carefully before finally pressing harder against her flat chest. It was an exquisitive feeling he had yet not known.

"Becky... do you understand what will happen if I take your offer?", Appleby asked as he slowl moved her closer to the wall, so even fewer people could notice something was happening back on the hall. "Anything I want?", he asked too, his other hand coming to her waistline and sliding until it touched her behind; "I could tap this..."

 

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She nodded slowly, raising her other hand to trail her fingers down the front of the older man's shirt. "I understand, sir." She whispered quietly, her body warming with gentle touch against the thin fabric stretched across the curve of her ass. With another self assured nod, she clarified; "You forget about the loan and you can take anything you want from me."

Her eyes widened, looking even more young and innocent quite purposefully as her fingers stopped at his belt. "You can be my first." She swallowed again, leaning closer into his broad hand - the old man's lecherous gaze and large hands affecting her far more than anything had before. "I'd do anything to help my Daddy."

 

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For a moment, Greg was happy to knead on little Becky's chest. He was thinking carefully about it now. She was hot, really lithe in a very sensual way, and was hoping to spread her legs for him to abate her father's debt. Perhaps... perhaps he could take this chance to really fuck her father up. She would be his, and he would remind her about it every time he wished the little woman.

"Alright.", he finally told her, once again coming close to pin her body against the wall, his hand still fondling her breast. "I'll forget about the loan... if you agree to be mine. To do everything for me.... anytime I want."

A twisted smile corrupted his lips.

 

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The girl let out a thin moan as the large man's strong arms pinned her lithe body easily to the bathroom wall - still lewdly groping at her small breasts. "Anything she whimpered, her eyes wide as she tried to read the expression on his face.

"Just once - anything you want." Her sex throbbed under the thin slip of fabric that could barely call itself a bikini bottom. Would he take her right there, with her Daddy and all his friends on the other side of the wall - totally unaware of what she was doing.

 

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"Just once? Ah, I don't think it will work like that..."

Suddenly, Greg's words sounded awfully serious, and the full meaning they bore slowly sank upon Becky's mind. He was laying claim over her, a claim not easily shaken as if had no implied date to end. The old man's hand suddenly started to move the girl around, kindly having her facing the cold bathroom's wall.

"I want you now, Becky.", he whispered towards her, closing the bathroom's door and locking it from the inside. "I'll dive into your ass."

 

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The girl swallowed hard, wide-eyed at his implication of permanence far more than the thought of being taken and railed then and there. That, at least, she had planned for - prepared herself for as best she could. "Mister Appleby..." She smiled nervously, licking her lips.

It occurred to her that she didn't know exactly how extensive the loan was - she knew the older man had money, enough to live in a big house on the other side of town all by himself, but had her father really borrowed enough to lay that sort of claim? "It... it couldn't have been that much money." She muttered, backing into the glass shower doors only a foot away from the man.

The click of the luck turning over sent another dull throb through her young body - it was happening, really happening. She couldn't take it back now.

 

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Greg imposed himself againt the smaller woman, his lustfilled eyes more than captured by her proposition - taking it and blowing it's proportion tenfold. The man's mind was suddenly tken by the prospects of owing a sweet little girl to sate his most depraved desires... without having to argue back with him. The twisted smile expanded from ear to ear as he licked his somewhat yellowed teeth.

"You have no idea, Becky.", he told her as he took both of his hands to caress at her neck and shoulders, sliding his callous, rough palm against her fair, soft skin. "Your father is ruined. The one that truly provides you and your mom is I, for it's my money that your father've been using for months now to pay for your taxes, mortgage and all of it."

"He's using the loan to buy you food." The terrible realisation he should have imparted Becky now, he knew, should be completely horrifying. They ower him their living. And suddenly, Becky felt his hands forcing her towards the cold floor of the bathroom.

 

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Becky swallowed hard, a soft cry escaping her throat as she realized just how deep the shit she was in was. She'd agreed to bind herself to him, that much money... There was no other way. She had to... For Daddy. For his honor, for her mother to be off the hook.

Her bare knees against the cold floor, she looked up at him with a somewhat frightened expression. "Okay. Mister Appleby. I'll do it for my Daddy, but if I do this you have to make sure my family doesn't suffer anymore. They will be comfortable..." She traced her small hand over the lump pushing at the zipper of his pants, lowering the zipper slowly. "And in return... My young... Virgin body..." She stressed what she saw as the biggest points of leverage, "is all yours."

Sealing her own agreement to the plan, she lowered his trousers to the floor and tugged at his briefs - freeing his nearly hard length. It was bigger than the boys she'd been with, the biggest she'd seen outside porn on the internet - she didn't know how she would fit it all in her mouth let alone anywhere else. "Promise me, and I will do anything for you."

 

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"I promise. You are now mine, sweetheart."

The weight of his words was like a running train, a behemoth of iron bashing against a brick wall. Nothing was left behind. She had done it, and now her family would be safe from the other moneylenders, from this loanshark, and anything he could do to humiliate her father further. "Your family will never be in need again... as long as you remain mine."

With that, he smiled wickedly once more, taking upon his growing hardness - a manhood thicker than any she had even taken her hands too, and used it to slap audibly across her face. It was greasy, sweaty, and smelled of precum, it's head already glittering.

"Now, put those lips to work, Becky."

 

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She trusted his word and didn't have to tell him what would happen if he went back on it. Nervous, she stared at his length, licking her lips. She'd sucked boys off before at school, but always guys her own age - never such a big strong man... And never one so big.

Steeling her nerves, she nuzzled up against his hardness - pressing fluttery kisses against the shaft and then licking his heavy, sweaty sac. "Yes sir, Mister Appleby." She nodded obediently.

 

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"I'm used to rewarding those that do me favours, Becky.", he told her as he tried to hold up a groan as she kissed along his greasy lenght. "Ah, yes, girl, suck those balls.", Appleby had heavy, large and veiny balls, and filled with pubes. She licked his sweaty, smelly sack as he laid a caressing, kind hand above her hair.

"W-What do you think...", he said incetivating her, "...that tomorrow... we go out to dinner?", he laughted a little as a shiver of delight rushed down his spine.

 

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She lapped gently, rolling her tongue over the unfamiliar skin with determined tenacity - suckling the loose skin between her lips with a loud slurp as he propositioned her already for the next night.

Smiling innocently, she looked up at him and replied; "Yes Mister Appleby, I'd love that." Without further direction, she dragged her tongue up the underside of the shaft and flat over the tip - collecting his musky taste before taking the tip between her slender lips and suckling gently.

 

[LordLuck]

Offering her a smile that could match hers in innocence and naivety, Greg toyed with the notion of having this girl be his slut. But not only a slut, a first class slut that would beg him for his seed. His hand against her hair suddenly forced her forward against his member, making her take more than just the head.

"Go on, girl. I want to see my whole member dissapearing down your throat.", he said with a little sneer. And then he got back to the other topic. "I think I'll buy you a dress... if you behave."

 

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Becky balked as the thick member was jammed past her lips, opening as wide as she could to accommodate him. She hadn't expected him to be so big, or so rough, but the hard push made it clear she was in for a lot of things she hadn't expected.

Quick to learn, the girl ran her tongue over the tip - tasting his heady musk as she tried to take in even more of his cock, nearly two-thirds of it in her mouth before she felt the first lurch of him brushing against the back of her tongue.

The guys she went with never made her small body balk like that, her throat trying to close off before he can penetrate her any further. Strings of drool dribbled down the remaining shaft as she fought, sticking in his wiry bush of masculine hair. She could never bring herself to admit it, but she had never been so turned on in her life.

 

[LordLuck]

Knowing that Becky would gag on his member if he went forth - he could even see her struggling to go further - Appleby thought he would abuse of his slut a little bit more. As she tried to adjust herself to take his manhood further into her throat, the older man forced her head further down his erection again. This time, she gagged. He pulled her, and felt his tip brushing against the back of her throat and going down yet some more, forcing itself against her closing throat. She could barely hold back the tears as she choked around his cock.

"C'Mon, Becky, you can take more of it.", he rooted for her to go on on her own. His hand held her in place, preventing her to back away from his member, but still he stopped forcing her forward against his groin. She could sense how smelly he was, and the salty taste of his precum as it flew slowy into her mouth.

"If you can't take it all, perhaps I'll reconsider..."

 

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Fear struck the girl hard for the first time since she'd sprung what she thought was an ingenious trap. She hadn't expected the old man to want so much of her, to take it out of her flesh. She forced herself to remember this was for her Daddy - to let him have his dignity and get back on his feet... And a little bit for her, maybe if she did what he asked of her she could be pretty comfortable with him.

Swallowing against the thick length, strands of her drool dripped down her chin, but she pushed herself to take it all. She'd seen women not much older than her in videos take guys that looked like they had an extra leg - surely she could take him. She had to.

Her small body shuddered and her stomach lurched with the reflex to gag on his cock, but she let the strong hand on the back of her head guide her down until she was nuzzled down all the way against his thick nest of dark pubic hair, her small rounded chin resting against his balls. Quite pleased with herself, Becky's lips twitched in a stretched grin and she forced another swallow.

 

[LordLuck]

For a moment, Greg was completely surprised as Becky indeed did most of the job herself, forcing her throat loosen and open so she could take his whole, greasy, smelly manhood in. The man was very pleased as he caressed her hair with his holding hand, playing with the girl's locks for a moment before he unleashed a loud moan of pleasure. Finally, Greg allowed her to back off, finally taking her nostrils away from those pubic hairs. As a matter of fact, a couple of his pubes had loosed and now stood just inside her nose, keeping his scent in her.

"Good job, girl... good job.", he congratulated her with appraisal, finally sliding his manhood out of her open, lingering mouth. His hardness was covered in his precum and her saliva, a stream of drool still connecting her mouth to the very tip of his cock. "Becky, I really liked that."

"Now stand. And turn against me, face the wall.", he said as he offered her a hand to pull Becky to her feet. "Let me bang this sweet little ass of yours." It was a declaration. An order. Becky had no word in what they were doing. It laid all over Appleby's wide shoulders.

 

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As the thick length slipped free of her mouth, she let out a chocked sob - sore already from taking it so deep. The girl did not fight him, but shook as he pulled her up on her feet. Frightened, but unwilling to stop, she turned her back to him and lowered the bottom of her skimpy bikini - presenting her slender body fully stripped to him.

It was the thing she had feared, and she suspected he knew that - nobody have ever touched her there before and she'd tried to prepare for it and stretch herself with the vibrator she had stolen from her mother's drawer... But frankly his girth was nearly twice that of the toy. Becky leaned into the wall a slowly obeyed, spreading her feet wide apart. "I..." she let out a discouraged whine, "I don't think I can, Mister Appleby... You're so big!"