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From: "Jordana smith" <jordanablaine666@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Making of a Whore
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	Making of a Whore

	My dad ran out on us at the beginning of my sophomore year at Mount Saint 
Mary's, the local Catholic high school for girls and that was the beginning 
of tough times for mom and me.  Mom worked a full-time job and as many 
part-time hours as she could so we could keep the house and pay my tuition.

	In December the house next door was sold to a man named Jack Baker.  My mom 
and I went over with a cake and we chatted for a few minutes but we didn't 
see much of Mr. Baker after that.  He was often away and when he was he'd 
ask mom to take his mail in for him.  It was hard to judge his age but he 
was somewhere in his fifties, a hard fit man of medium height.  Not 
handsome, not ugly.  Just average.

	In the spring, as soon as the ground thawed, he had a swimming pool put in 
and had his entire backyard surrounded with a high stockade fence.  That, 
along with bushes that were already in place, made his yard very private.  
Due to the way the houses were situated my bedroom window was the only place 
where you could see into his backyard and you couldn't see very much of it.

	When the weather got warmer I'd often see him sitting on his front steps 
with a beer and a book.  He always gave me a friendly smile and a wave and 
sometimes I'd stop and we'd chat for a few minutes.  I was a total tomboy 
but I was blonde and cute and I had very nice legs so I rolled my waistband 
to shorten my skirt as much as I could get away with.  Once or twice I 
noticed Mr. Baker looking at my legs but he never said anything.  His book 
was always a mystery and when I asked him why he laughed and said, "Because 
it amuses me how easily they figure things out.  It's not like that in real 
life."

	In mid June, just before school got out, Mr. Baker came over and told mom 
he was going away for a couple of weeks.  He said he'd pay me $50 a week if 
I'd clean his pool and take care of his mail.  "While I'm gone you can clean 
the pool every other day."

	He came back at the end of the month and gave me $100 plus a $20 tip.  Then 
he asked me if I'd be willing to clean his pool every morning.  I said yes 
and we shook hands.

	The next morning I got up and went over to his house at 7:30.  I let myself 
into the yard with the key he'd given me.  I was wearing denim cutoffs over 
a bikini.  Mr. Baker came out onto the patio just as I was getting started.  
He waved me over and said, "Kate, here's the deal.  I'll pay you $125 a week 
if you work nude."

	I was shocked but I also felt a tingle of excitement.  "Can I think it 
over?"

	He shook his head.  "No, you can't.  Make up your mind right now."

	"My mother would kill me if she found out."

	"She won't.  And I'll kill you if you tell her."

	I glanced into his eyes and saw that he was dead serious.  "Take it or 
leave it, Kate.  Make up your mind."

	I glanced around, took a deep breath, and reached back to unhook my top.  
He smiled and said, "There are some hooks on the fence by the gate.  Hang 
your things there."

	I walked over to the gate and hung my shorts and bikini on the hooks.  
Then, wearing just an old pair of running shoes, I got to work.  He went 
into the house and came out a few minutes later with a tube of SPF 45 sun 
block.  "Here, put this on.  Your skin is too fair to take a chance with."

	I covered myself with sun block every place I could reach.  Mr. Baker did 
my back for me.  Then I went to work.  He sat on the patio with his coffee 
and paper while I cleaned the pool.  When I was finished he called me over 
to the patio.  When I stopped a few feet away he motioned for me to stand 
right in front of him.  When I did, he put his hands on my waist and ran 
them up my sides.  He cupped my small, firm breasts and I blushed as he 
teased my nipples erect with his thumbs.  Then he had me turn sideways to 
him.  He rested one hand on my belly while he ran the other over my back, 
buttocks, and thighs.  It was embarrassing but also very exciting.

	His hands moved over every inch of my body from my neck down to my feet.  
Finally, he said, "You're a very attractive girl, Kate, and you're going to 
be a very beautiful woman.  Now get dressed and go."

	The next day and for several days afterward the routine was the same.  I'd 
let myself in, hang up my shorts and bathing suit, and clean the pool.  Then 
he'd explore my body with his hands.  On the third day, as I was putting my 
bathing suit on before leaving he said, "Shave yourself tonight, Kate.  
Completely."

	The next day when he saw my bare pubic mound he nodded and said, "Good 
girl."  Being shaved made me feel more naked.  But I found I liked it.

	One day, maybe a week after I started working nude, he brought out a 
folding table with a padded leather top.  A massage table.  When I was done 
with my work he had me stretch out on the table, face down, and he gave me a 
massage with warm, scented oil.  He worked from my neck to my feet and then 
had me turn onto my back.  He started at neck again and worked his way down 
my body.  His hands were strong and the massage felt good.  I asked him 
where he'd learned and he said, "I spent some time in Sweden."

	When he was done he slipped his hand between my legs and cupped my sex.  I 
closed my eyes and moaned as he rubbed my pussy.  Then I felt the tip of one 
finger touch my anus.  My eyes flew open and I whispered, "No!  Please!"

	He withdrew his hand.  "Then you do it, Kate.  Masturbate for me."

	He had me spread my legs and I masturbated myself while he watched.  I was 
about to come when he said, "Play with your ass hole, Kate."

	I shook my head and he grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away from my 
pussy.  I moaned and whimpered and begged him not to make me do it.  He held 
my wrist for a long minute while staring down at me.  Then he released my 
wrist.  "Stand up and bend over the table."

	I stood up and leaned over the table.  He pushed my feet apart and told me 
not to move.  He went into the house and returned a moment later with a 
small tube.  He squeezed some colorless oil into his hand and used it to 
lubricate my anus.  I felt the head of his cock touch my anus and I closed 
my eyes.  "One last chance, Kate.  Stay and take it in the ass or leave and 
never come back."

	When I didn't move he pushed his cock into my ass.  I grunted as he pushed 
it deep into my rectum.  He fucked me with long smooth strokes.  I reached 
back and played with my clit while he fucked me in my ass.  I came just 
before he did, shooting his cum deep into my rectum.  Afterward, he eased 
himself out of my ass and said, "You can go."

	I walked over to the gate feeling his cum running down the inside of my 
thigh.  I put my shorts and bikini top on and stuffed the bottom into my 
pocket.  I walked home slowly because my ass hurt a little.  I took a shower 
and then masturbated again while I lay on my bed thinking about what had 
happened.

	The next day he had me kneel and take him in my mouth.  He taught me how do 
give a good blowjob and held my head while he came in my mouth.  The next 
day he fucked my pussy while I leaned over the patio table.  He used a 
condom so I wouldn't get pregnant.

	A couple of days later he expressed dissatisfaction with the job I'd done 
that day.  He took me into the house and spanked me until I cried.  I was 
still crying when he fucked me.  He fucked me every day, sometimes twice.  I 
was amazed at his stamina.  He spanked me regularly, sometimes with a 
leather strap.  I hated the spankings while they were happening but it 
excited me to look back on them or to anticipate the next one.  I also 
disliked taking him in my ass but I tried not to show it because I thought 
he'd do it more if he knew.  What I really liked was sucking he long, hard 
cock and having him cum in my mouth.  By the end of the summer I was a total 
slut.  His slut.  His fuck slut.

	The last day before school started I spent the entire day at his house.  
The morning started off with a shock.  There was a girl with him when I 
arrived.  A dark haired girl in her early twenties.  His daughter.  She was 
kind of plain but she had a good figure and nice legs.  I hesitated when I 
saw her and he said, "It's okay, Kate.  This is Amy, my daughter.  Now get 
your clothes off."

	Amy came out to the pool while I was cleaning and asked if I'd ever gone 
down on another girl.  I shook my head and whispered, "No."

	She chuckled.  "Well as soon as you finish working you can eat my pussy 
while my dad fucks you in the ass!"

	She stretched out naked on the massage table and I leaned over to lick her 
pussy while Jack fucked me in my ass.  They kept after me all day, fucking 
me, masturbating me, making me suck cock or eat pussy.  Amy fucked me in my 
ass with a strap-on while her father fucked my mouth.  By the end of the 
afternoon my ass was burning, my knees were red and sore, and my pussy was 
swollen and sore.

	I got up the next day, put my uniform on and walked to school looking like 
a typical demure Catholic schoolgirl.  But unlike other girls my pussy was 
shaved and I had a butt plug in my ass.  That afternoon Amy picked me up at 
school and drove me home to be fucked again and again.

	The next day she picked me up on my way to school and drove me into the 
city and sold me to a pimp.

	The End
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