I encourage you to read chapters 1 thru 8 before reading chapter 9. But it's your call!
On Friday I met Mr. Fick at the shopping center and went back to the same motel. Again, he took me to a room he had already rented. Once inside he sat down in a chair as I sat on the bed wondering what he had planned for me.
"Well Jen, your pictures came out great," he said with a pleased expression. "I think you will like them," he added smiling as he handed me a folder.
I opened it and began to look through the stack of pictures that were inside. I stared at each one stunned as if I hadn't even been there when they were taken. I couldn't believe they were of me, each one more pornographic than the previous one. He noticed my concern.
"Don't worry hon, no one's going to see them. Now, I could sell them for a lot of money, and maybe we will later if you want, but we can make a hell of a lot more in other ways right now," he said still beaming from ear to ear.
I looked at him questioningly, "What do you mean?" I asked perplexed.
"I have 'friends' that would love to be with a pretty young girl like you and if your nice to them you can make us both a lot of money," he proposed.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing and sat there dumbfounded for a second.
"You want me to have sex with them for money?" I cried in disbelief.
"Well yeah, it's better than giving it away like you do now," he argued.
I didn't respond and just sat there in silence.
"He's right," I thought suddenly feeling humbled by the demeaning description of my admittedly slutty behavior over the past year. My self esteem at a all time low and my pride all but gone I looked at him with renewed strength.
"How much do I get?" I asked.
"We'll charge according to what they want, but you get half of what we make before expenses," he explained.
I didn't understand what that meant and he explained how we would charge and that we would split the money. He would pay for the room out of his half. I suspect he had something worked out with the manager of the motel.
"So are we going into business or what?" he asked.
The money sounded great. If I made enough I could move out of my parents' house away from my sicko of a stepfather. I looked up at him with renewed confidence nodding, "yeah, I'll do it," I agreed.
"OK then," he smiled. "We can start today, shall I make a few calls?" he asked. As if in a daze I just nodded and then looked up at him,
"Why not," I answered sarcastically.
He went out to the pay phone to make his calls as I remained sitting on the bed looking at my pictures contemplating what I was about to do. I stared at the picture of me playing with myself and saw the excitement in my eyes. I looked so hot, boldly masturbating for the camera and obviously loving it. In the next picture I was sitting on the floor smiling happily with cum dripping down my face.
"I'm such a whore," I giggled.
The door flew open and Mr. Fick entered looking very pleased.
"Our first client will be here in fifteen minutes," he announced proudly.
I returned his enthusiasm with a weak smile realizing that Mr. Fick was serious and I was going to be with a strange man in just a few minutes, a man that was going to pay me to have sex with him. As I nervously contemplated what was about to happen I noticed Mr. Fick observing me critically.
"Jen take off those jeans and the shirt - you'll look sexier that way," he insisted.
This surprised me at first and I didn't want to do it, but finally I agreed realizing I'd just have to take them off anyway.
I removed my shoes, jeans and blouse and then sat down on the bed again in just my bra and panties waiting for my first john. I waited nervously rubbing my hands together in my lap for about twenty minutes until there was a knock on the door.
Mr. Fick answered the door as I sat anxiously on the bed. Without looking up from my lap I heard the man enter the room. I just sat there dumbly as the man eyed me lecherously while Mr. Fick discussed with him what he wanted and the rates. The man wanted to fuck me and Mr. Fick collected the $150 fee and then left the room shutting the door behind him.
Alone now with this strange man I nervously sat on the bed with my legs crossed, my hands clutching the bed spread, still unable to look at him.
"How bout you let me see those tits baby," he suggested without even an introduction.
Submissively I undid my bra and discarded it as he approached me. As soon as he reached me he took hold of my arm and lifted me to my feet as I looked up at him for the first time. He was my stepfather's age, kinda heavy and balding. He seemed fascinated with my big tits and took a handful of my pliable glands in each hand. I gazed into his round weathered face watching his eyes devour my young soft flesh as he squeezed and fondled me.
After a few moments he unbuckled his pants and pulled them off as I took a seat on the edge of the bed again. His large paunch hung over nearly hiding his small flaccid penis. I instinctively reached out my hand and cupped his hairy balls fondling them as he played with my breasts some more.
"You are so pretty," he said hoarsely.
I looked up at him and smiled shyly, "thanks," I said flattered by the compliment. I then lowered my eyes to his soft cock.
"Would you like me to suck you a little?" I asked timidly.
"Yeah, that would be great," he agreed.
He then moved closer standing between my legs as I bent down and licked his little penis. I flicked the head with my tongue until it began to thicken and then I wrapped my lips around it and began to slowly and deliberately piston over it's length. Soon his cock was erect, but still only about 5 inches long and I found that I could easily take all of it down my throat. I buried my nose in his pubic hair each time my mouth slid down the length of his shaft. After a minute or so I became more bold gripping his chubby ass in both hands as I engulfed his entire cock in my mouth. He seemed to like this and began to buck his hips in rhythm with my mouth plunging down on his stiff prick.
Suddenly he stopped me, "I don't want to cum yet," he explained.
