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I never thought this was where I'd end up in life. But then away, how many little girls dream to be on the streets at night selling their bodies to horny men of all ages and types for money?
But it's not what you think, Daddy never abused me and Mama was perfect in my eyes up until the day she passed away last year. But one parent can hardly raise seven little girls on his own...I tried to say and help, but Daddy insisted I go to college. But I just couldn't do it. So instead, I faked an acceptance letter and full ride scholarship to a community college a few cities away.
I started out fine...I got a studio apartment with the little money I had and I worked at a diner to try and save money for bills...but also because I wanted to try and send money back home to help Daddy with my sisters.
To this day, Daddy still thinks his little girl got out, and is getting a business degree at college...I still work at the diner during the day...but at night...I hide behind an alter ego.
It was three months after I moved away and I was walking home late one night from the diner, when a middle aged man walked up to me from the shadows of an alley and asked me if I was looking for a date.
My eyes grew wide and innocent and I tried to leave. But he flashed a fifty dollar bill, and I froze right where I was, the bill catching my eyes. There was an evil glint in his eye that made me nervous as he laughed, tucking the bill into the waist of my black skirt before he ripped open my blouse.
I shrieked in surprise as the buttons popped off, and the air was cold upon my skin as he pushed me down onto my knees on the cold, hard ground.
The whole time my heart raced and it felt like hours and hours that I was with him, but in truth it was over in minutes.
I felt his flaccid cock slide between my lips and his fingers held a light grip in my hair as he started to grow hard in only an instant of being in my mouth. I was at a complete loss as I kneeled there. I wasn't completely innocent...but I certainly was not one who was used to having a strangers penis in my mouth with his money tucked into my skirt either!
Moments later, there was a twitch from his member as he slid it in and out of my mouth, before I blushed and cringed from the spurt of his semen upon my tongue.
I felt his fingers tighten around my jaw and a twinge of fear made me grow completely still. But he simply ordered me to swallow, or he'd take the fifty back.
Closing my eyes, I cringed as I forced myself to swallow what was in my mouth, a shudder coursing through me, and he laughed down at me, tossing another bill that landed atop my cleavage.
"That's a good whore." Was all he said before he slipped back into the shadows of the alley from which he came.
For almost ten minutes I stayed kneeling there, in plain view if anyone were to come along. My blouse ripped open and moving in the light breeze and my knees dirty from the pavement. I- I didn't know what to feel, and I almost thought it all just a dream. But it was a reality, and as I looked down at the second bill upon my cleavage, I gasped as it was another fifty. The first fifty I could feel scratching the skin at my waist and it hit me like a freight train. The guilt, the degradation of what had just happened.
I remember racing to a nearby trash can with the money in hand, intending on throwing it away, but instead, I found myself emptying the contents of my stomach with tears welling in my eyes. What had I done?!
