Kellys Story A Beach House Extra

WARNING - This story contains elements which might be objectionable to some readers.

This story includes descriptive passages of forced sex, sex for money, and adult incest, as well as allusions to (but not specific details of) underage activity in indented script. It is not integral to the Beach House story line, it is a supplement. If you will be offended by its content, please feel free to not read it.

The Beach House - Chapter 6 extra – Kelly

Kelly fumed at Jack as she sucked his cum out of Marion's cunt.

He was such an asshole! This was the second time she'd had to clean Marion up this morning, and both times were his fault. The first load was absolutely disgusting, the combined output of seven different men, including that smelly bastard over in the corner who was watching her lick Marion clean. At least the second time had only been from Jack, but why had he waited for her to finish before he'd turned around and cum inside of Marion's cootch again? Then, that asshole had just walked away, leaving her behind to deal with his mess, and with Marion.

All because she'd let her father's boss know that her parents would be here this weekend. God, Mom was such a prude! What was wrong with Daddy's boss? He wasn't all that bad, and he was a lot quicker than a lot of the guys Kelly had fucked in the past. She had thought that Jack was a cool guy, but apparently he was just as big of a prude as her mother.

"I think that you need a little more practice with your tongue, slave!" said Marion. Grabbing a handful of Kelly's hair, she pulled the young girl's face away from her crotch. "You're done down there. My tits need to be licked clean now."

"But Jack said I could finish you up in the shower!" she said in protest.

"He said maybe, and Jack's not here right now, is he?" Marion said. "My tits itch from all this dried cum on them.

"You need to lick them clean, and I need to enjoy it!"

Kelly stood up so that she could reach Marion's crusty tits, pulling her shirt around her to cover herself up. The huge guy in the corner creeped her out, just standing over there watching her.

"Take that fucking thing off!" spat Marion. "You are to be naked at all times when in my presence."

Kelly slowly took her only remaining garment off. She'd left everything else out in the courtyard, taking them off out there when she had still thought Jack was still going to just take her body for himself, so the shirt wasn't really covering that much anyway. She had been so sure that he would be a good guy about that, and what had he done? He'd just given her away like a piece of meat to the first person he had happened to came across, happy to be rid of her. Damn her luck, why did that person have to be Marion? Didn't Jack know how she treated her slaves? It was almost as if he'd been specifically looking for Marion. How could he have known that she was in the spa though?

A hard yank on her hair brought her out of her internal thoughts. "You'd better start concentrating on what you're supposed to be doing!" Marion said. "Stop daydreaming, and get this shit cleaned off of me."

Kelly began licking her new Mistress's cum-covered right breast, beginning with the bottom edge and running her tongue towards the nipple. She lifted it up with her hand, squeezing and lifting it so that she could get every part. Some of the cum had been on Marion's skin so long that it resisted the small amount of pressure her tongue could provide. This was especially true around the older woman's extended nipples, and Kelly began to run the worst portions with her thumb.

"Did I say to use your thumb slave?" Marion asked. "No! I said use your tongue!"

"But I can't get it to come off with just my tongue!" sobbed Kelly.

"Then you need to get it wetter first, don't you?" Marion answered.

Kelly could have burst into tears, but she was not about to let this old bitch defeat her that easily. She took one entire nipple into her mouth and worked her jaws to create more saliva, sucking and licking on the nipple to melt the hard shell that covered it. Marion responded by putting both hands behind Kelly's head and pulling it hard into her chest.

"That's more like it." she said. "You work like that for a few minutes, and you'll get it clean. Then you can do the other one, too, then finish up the rest of my tit.

"Work on those nipples first though."

It took over half an hour to get both breasts completely clean, but Kelly finally accomplished the task. During the time that she had worked steadily on cleaning up Marion, the slave mistress had used first her fingers to stroke her clit, then had yanked Kelly's hand between her legs and made her do it instead.

At last she was done there. Marion said that she had things to do, so she allowed Kelly to finish cleaning her in the showers. The presence of soap and warm dripping water made the job much easier, and Marion finally left, declaring her job "acceptable" but not entirely satisfactory.

Her hairy companion was another story.

Marion had ordered Kelly to get him completely clean, head to toe, and to give him any other service that he asked for. Also, that he was to say later that she had been fully satisfactory, not just acceptable.

Once wet, he smelled even worse than Kelly had realized. He had a week's worth of dirt and sweat covering his body, trapped underneath the furry pelt of hair that completely covered his body.

Just like removing the dried crust from Marion's body, Kelly had to concentrate on one part of the man's body at a time. Normally, she could just apply soap and slide her own voluptuous body across a man, and his skin would be mostly rubbed clean. At most, she usually only had to cover a particular area twice. This was more like scrubbing though, and he wanted her to scrub the lower half of his body using the upper half of hers, mainly her tits. He seemed to enjoy the feel of her mounds around his legs and thighs.

As she rubbed herself up and down his body, her mind wandered again, back to the days when she had first discovered sex, more specifically what was in it for her.

. She had been thirteen, babysitting the child . of a young couple. The mom had been a ragged . mess, and Kelly had been hired to come by . right after school, still dressed in her . plaid skirt and white shirt uniform to take . on some of the workload. The job paid well, . but more often than not, the mom would either . go take a nap or collapse on the sofa from . sheer exhaustion once Kelly arrived.

. One day, the young mother had experienced a . particularly bad day. She'd handed her . screaming child to Kelly as she had walked in . the door, then had gone into the kitchen and . begun to drink. Half a bottle of vodka later . she'd gone into her bedroom and collapsed, . snoring, on the bed.

. When her husband had come home from his own . bad day, he'd begun to drink the remaining . half of the vodka, finally going into the . bedroom to lie down as well. Kelly had called . her mother, who had told her to stay there . until the two young parents sobered up, but . not to leave the baby alone in that house.

. Late in the evening, Kelly had been awakened . from her sleep on the sofa by an odd feeling. . Coming suddenly awake, she could dimly see the . young father's head down between her legs. Her . skirt had been lifted, and her panties pushed . aside.

. Kelly needed this job, and thinking that she . might get fired if she made a fuss, she had . pretended to be asleep, allowing him to . continue for another ten minutes. When she had . been unable to stifle a groan she gave herself . away, letting him know that she was awake.

. He'd been so embarrassed and apologetic that . he'd given her an extra twenty dollars that . day, "for her troubles".

. It had been the only time that it had happened . with this couple, but as Kelly moved on to . other babysitting jobs, she paid attention, . noticing when fathers seemed to not be getting . what they wanted from their tired wives. The . first time that she had purposely seduced . one of them, she'd been fourteen.

It took quite a bit of hard work and her skin was feeling a little raw, but Kelly managed to get Carl's legs clean. She had him sit down on a stool so that she could reach his upper body, then began using her back and ass cheeks on his hairy back and arms. In this position, she could apply a bit more pressure to his skin, so it was easier to get most of the dirt and smell off. After working through most of it, she turned around, rubbing her tits through his silky pelt.

The now clean hair felt good on her bare skin, and her nipples hardened from the contact. She used just her hands on the back of his head, as even sitting down, she still couldn't reach it very well. After she finished with his hair, she had only the front of his body, his face, chest, stomach, and that huge pole he called a cock.

. When parents hire a babysitter so that they . can have a quiet night out, they don't expect . the babysitter to comb through their homes . looking for things of interest. Kelly did just . this every time she got a chance though, and . had discovered many things in her searches.

. Naked pictures and home videos, usually of the . mom, but sometimes both people, occasionally . with people who they were not married to. . Pills, pot, vibrators, sex toys of every size . and shape, and any number of professional . videos.

. Kelly had experimented with everything that . she had found in various combinations, trying . the toys, imagining where they might have been . before. She would watch the videos and learn. . She learned how you could give and receive . oral attention. She learned many different . positions that people could have sex in.

. The mechanics of a blow job intrigued her, she . could not imagine taking such a large object . completely into her mouth. She'd tried many . times with the dildos, often savoring the . taste of the dried juices left behind by their . previous users, but at first could not get . much more than just the tip in before she . would gag. By watching videos and practicing, . she'd finally mastered it.

. One night, having smoked two joints that she'd . brought with her from another client's house, . she had fallen asleep pleasuring herself on . the couch, and had been awakened by the . returning parents.

. Mom had gone right in to check on the baby, . but Dad had noticed that her skirt was up, . and her panties off, and had quickly realized . just what she had been up to.

. Picking up Kelly's discarded panties from the . floor, he told his wife that he was going to . drive Kelly home, and she had absent mindedly . replied "OK".

. As they'd passed a dark street on the way to . her house, he'd pulled the car over, turning . to look at her. "This is a serious thing, . Kelly." he'd said, holding up her panties . and taking a deep breath from them. "I can . still smell the pot on these." Licking them in . front of her, he'd said, "It leaves a taste, . too. I'm wondering if I should call your . parents, or maybe even the cops."

. "No!" she'd said quickly. "It was only this . one time! I promise."

. "I don't know, what can you do to make me . believe that?" he'd asked. Then he had . completely humiliated her, sliding his hand . between her legs, touching the naked lips . there, sliding his fingers up and down between . them. "Your body doesn't lie, Kelly." he had . said. "If this gets wet now, it's your body . telling me that you've done this before."

. "Let me do something for you!" she'd . begged. "To show you that I'll be good! Please . don't tell anyone about what I did!"

. Keeping his finger right where it was, he had . looked at her for a while, finally asking her . what she might do for him. So she had shown . him the techniques that had taken her so long . to master. When he'd dropped her off at home, . he'd kept the panties, after allowing her to . wipe herself clean with them first. But she . had smiled knowingly to herself, as he'd . counted out fifty dollars more than the . babysitting job had called for.

Kelly moved around to the front of the big man, using her legs and crotch to wash the front part of his body. If he didn't smell like a dead animal, it might have turned her on, but there was really not a big danger of that happening. The running water on his chest and stomach must have softened the dirt considerably, she had nowhere near as much trouble getting him clean up there.

This left only two places, his face and his cock. Kelly had puzzled over both of these during the rest of his shower. Normally, she used her pussy to clean someone's face, but even sitting, there was no way she could reach him that way. As for washing his cock, well, she had no idea if something that big could fit inside of her, but today was not the day that she was going to try it.

She finally decided to have him lie down on his back, then she lowered herself over his face, rubbing the cheeks of her ass, her thighs, and her pussy across his face until it too was clean. That left his cock.

Sometimes, the simplest way works best, and she just used the original way of cleaning a cock, her hands. It was very dirty, and she wondered how on Earth Marion had allowed it to be inside of her. It took a lot of scrubbing, which of course caused it to grow hard once again. This in turn made the cleanup a little easier, as the dirt thinned out when the skin stretched.

It was so large, that she completely forgot what it was that she was rubbing so hard. She was almost done with the last bit of dirty skin, just below the head, when the big man let out a roar, then shot stream after stream of hot sperm directly into her face. It was more than she had ever seen issue from any man, and what seemed like a gallon of his thick white cum went into her eyes, nose, and hair.

After that, Carl, stood up, rinsed himself of in the gentle fall of water, and left Kelly crying, alone and exhausted, on the shower room floor. The mist from the ceiling stopped flowing right after he left.

. Word traveled quickly among the young fathers, . and Kelly became a very popular girl. She . never lacked for babysitting jobs on weekend . nights, and after most of these, a dark street . would be found for the final negotiations.

. One particular Friday, one of the dads had . made certain that his wife got drunk enough on . their date to pass out. She was completely . unaware when he had undressed her and laid her . out on their bed. He had allowed Kelly to . watch, her face inches away as he had . repeatedly used his wife in front of her.

. After he'd finished, he had allowed Kelly to . move in even closer, where she could smell . what had been deposited, watch as it slowly . dripped out right before her eyes, even taste . it directly, both from where he had put it and . the outside of what it had come from.

. That time, her services had been on the house.

. She'd learned early on that men would pay . for what they wanted, and eventually she'd . tried the same theory out on the boys her own . age. The price had been lower for the middle . school boys, she would only charge a dollar to . look, two dollars to touch, and five dollars . for oral attention. Sometimes she had high . school kids who could afford it, so she . charged them more. This money never matched . what she got from older men, but by the time . that she was in high school, she always had . enough money to get whatever she wanted.

Her first real shower customer discovered her still on the floor, crying and still covered in Carl's cum. It was an older woman, she looked to be in her sixties.

"Are you all right? Did someone hurt you?" she asked, worried about the young girl lying on the floor.

Kelly raised her head to look at the much older woman. "I'm fine. Here, let me tend to you."

"Don't worry about that dear." she said. "I come this early on a Saturday because I really don't want what it is that you provide here, I just like the showers." Looking at the amount of white fluid covering Kelly, she asked, "Just exactly how many men were there that did this to you?"

"Just one."

"Well, he must be hung like an ox, then." the old woman replied. "I certainly had enough of those in my day!" She picked up the washing implements and began to gently run at the drying deposits on Kelly's skin.

Kelly looked at her in amazement. The woman looked so old that she couldn't possibly want anything to do with sex. She was all dried up and useless. "You?" she asked.

The woman laughed and she dabbed at Kelly. "You young people! You forget that we were all your age once." She went on. "All you can see is my wrinkles."

"Lift up your arms, dear." she said. "It's hard-dried on your tits. and they'll need to be scrubbed pretty good." "Just how long have you been lying there, anyway?"

"I don't know!" cried Kelly.

"Is it OK if I touch you in your private areas, dear?" asked the woman. "I need to get them clean."

Kelly nodded her head. This struck her as a rather strange, actually being asked such a question. In her memory, people either had or hadn't touched her, they'd never once asked for permission.

The woman seemed to be reading her mind. "Most people have a pretty firm idea of who they want touching them." she said. "It can be most upsetting when one isn't in control of their own body."

The woman scrubbed Kelly until she was clean, took her own shower, then headed out.

"Thank you!" Kelly remembered to say, just as she was leaving. The old woman simply waved her goodbye.

. When she had become old enough to date, the . rules changed. High school boys were not . willing to pay their dates for something . readily available for free from other girls, . so she made certain to get paid in other ways. . Nice dinners, concerts, movies, and clothing . were among the list. She made her money off of . these boys by not having to use her other to . buy those things herself.

. The babysitting jobs began to dry up as well, . as she had lost the little girl look that her . customer's husbands liked so much. The men . expected more from her now too, not satisfied . with just touching her and her well practiced . mouth. The money didn't get any bigger with . the extra work though, so she considered ways . to make the income stream grow, finally . realizing the solution.

. It was six months before she was able to get . the first results from her plan. She had . waited that long in order to build up enough . stock to carry her through, her chance would . go away quickly once she took the next step.

. She still remembered the look on that first . man's face, the day she had shown him the . video taken by her cell phone. Both of their . faces clearly visible, it replayed the . afternoon that she had been led into his . bedroom dressed in her old school uniform, her . hair in pigtails, her growing breasts bursting . out of its top.

. It showed who had appeared to be in . control that day. It showed her protesting . each new action that he took, and it showed . just exactly how many places of the fifteen . year old girl he had touched that afternoon.

. She'd been promised one hundred dollars a . month for the next three years. His wife had . not allowed him to fire her, so he'd had to . watch her come into his house until six months . later, when the meager cash she earned just . for babysitting was no longer worth her time.

Suddenly cold, Kelly went back to the waiting area, putting on a robe to warm herself up. It had never occurred to her that someone wouldn't want sex when it was offered. Yet here had been the old woman, not only passing on Kelly's attentions, but asking her permission even to touch her. Then she thought about Jack and her mother.

Could that be why Jack was so mad at her? Because Kelly had arranged for her mother to have sex with a man without asking? It just went against every experience with sex that she had had in her short life. Men had never asked her permission, they had just used her, that's the way it was done.