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Subject: {ASSM} Daddy's Little Whore Ch.12 (Last) by Rachael Ross (M/f, Teen, F/d Incest, Rom, Reluct, Preg )
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Daddy's Little Whore

Copyright 2006-2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for
adults only.
Story Codes: M/f, Teen, Incest, Romance, Reluctant, Pregnant

Note: This is the twelfth and final chapter of a multi-chapter story
and so you should read the first 11 chapters first, or I fear this
will make little sense plot-wise. -rr

Daddy's Little Whore
by rache

Chapter Twelve - Ever After


I woke up early, before the sun was up and my head hurt. My body hurt
too, my ass was still sore and my mouth tasted like dirty cotton. Deke
was next to me, and we'd had sex for a long time after going to bed.
My pussy was sore too. And all I could think of was that I wanted to
be home. In my own bed. I wasn't supposed to be here, doing this.
Sleeping with Deke, fucking his friends. I'd thought I could do it,
just a few hours before, running away. I'd really thought I could do
it.

I was all messed up. That cocaine stuff made my nose itch now, it felt
dried out and dusty and I washed my face. I washed my mouth out and
pushed wet fingers up my nostrils. I took a shower too, running the
hot water over me, feeling around my pussy. Not masturbating or
anything like that, just feeling myself, like maybe something was
broke. I felt loose and hot down there, like I had a fever, and even
the steaming water felt cool on my body. On that part of me anyway. I
washed my ass too, pushing a soapy finger inside and feeling it tender
and puffy in there. Like my soft rectum was pulled almost inside out.

I didn't like it. I didn't like any of it and I was homesick. Less
than a day after leaving my dad because he didn't love me enough, I
was lonely.

I picked up the phone in the kitchen, thinking I was gonna call my
dad. I was going to ask him to come get me, to take me home. I'd tell
him I was sorry and I'd never do it again. None of it. But I knew I
was lying and I put the phone down, sitting there with the sun coming
up through the big windows behind me.

I should have been getting up right then, going downstairs, getting
breakfast ready for my dad. I would have been dressing for school,
frowning at my hair as I tried to pin it back, the way the sisters at
Lourdes liked it. I should have been yelling for my dad, telling him
it was getting late, he had to move his butt.

He'd laugh at that, smiling and stretching and I'd give him a hug, a
kiss on the cheek as he sat down. He'd read his newspaper and I'd do
my math, because I always saved it for last. And he'd ask me what I
was gonna do that day. I'd shrug and say maybe I'd stop by the mall
with Jen and her mom, buy him some new socks. And he'd just nod and
maybe slip me twenty bucks, like it was a secret, even though it was
just us in that big old house.

That's what I should have been doing. But I was staring at the phone
and playing with the handy cam that Michael had left by the fridge. I
was remembering how funny it had been to be filmed and I turned it on,
running the video backwards far enough to see all I needed to. Deke
fucking me in the ass, grinning at the camera. Debbie pissing in my
mouth. I licked my lips, feeling kind of weird because that didn't
really gross me out, it sort of...

"What are ya doin?" Debbie's voice startled me.

"Nothing." I turned my head and blushed for a second, smiling and
popping the little disk out of the camera, slipping it into my purse.

I was probably a little sick for doing it, but part of me knew I'd
want to remember at least some of that in the future. I'd probably
want to watch it and besides, I thought, I didn't want it ending up on
the internet or something, did I? I had serious doubts about what
Deke's buddies might do if they found it a porn video of me laying
around.

"I feel bad." Debbie said, and she looked like it. I probably didn't
look much better though, even after my shower.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"You thinkin' about your dad?" She sat down next to me, on a stool at
the breakfast counter, folding her arms under head and sort of lying
down that way.

"Uh-huh." I shrugged. "I want to call him, but I don't know what to
say."

"Yeah." Debbie closed her eyes. She was just wearing panties, little
white ones and nothing else. I was wearing a bathrobe.

"You want to eat?" I asked her, but Deb just shook her head. I wasn't
hungry either.

"Michael wants me to have sex with some guys tonight." Debbie sighed.
"Like for money or something."

"Hmmm..." I combed my fingers through my wet hair, tilting my head and
trying to dry it faster.

"You think I should?" Debbie was looking at me.

"I don't know." I tilted my head the other way so I had an excuse not
to look at her.

"Would you do it?"

"Me?" I licked my lips. "I don't know. Maybe. Do you need money?"

She laughed softly. "No."  Debbie shook her head slightly. "But he
said if I loved him I'd do it."

"So?" I forced myself to look at her. "Do you love him?"

"I think so." She frowned, thinking about it for a second. "I guess."

"Maybe you should go home." I said quietly.

"I'm scared to see my dad." Debbie bit her lip.

"I know."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Just stop here...Yeah, right here, it's okay." I left the driver with
a good tip, like 14 dollars or something because I didn't want to wait
for my change. I had been tapping my foot nervously the whole ride,
looking out the window and wondering what I was doing.

Nothing had changed. I hadn't changed, my Daddy wouldn't have changed.
Not the way I wanted him to, so what was the point? He was my dad, I
missed him. I didn't need a point, I told myself. That was enough. I'd
been gone one night, moved out gone, and I couldn't stay away for
another, not like that. It was only going to get worse if I stayed
with Deke. I'd drink and do drugs and fuck and get passed around from
man to man, and no one would ever love me. No one would take care of
me. I'd get old doing that, too old too fast, and it was a dead end. I
was only 15, but I could see that.

No happy endings there.

Debbie would find that out, I thought. Because she really was just 15
years old and she couldn't see past today. I hadn't been 15 in a long
time, if I'd ever been. My dad had been right about that, about how
I'd had to grow up fast. How it was hard on both of us. But he was
wrong thinking I could slow down and just be a little girl, it was too
late for that, even if I wanted to. Debbie would be a whore and that
made me sad, but she had her reasons. She'd have new daddies to love
her, men who wouldn't hurt her the way her own dad did, and she'd find
some solace in that, I thought. In that way she was just like me, but
I could have been wrong. I didn't know anything.

The gates were closed and the morning paper was still wedged in the
curling wrought iron, my dad hadn't gone to work. I didn't think he
would. He'd be waiting by the phone in case I called, or one of my
friends called, or...No, he wouldn't even want to think about the
other things, the other phone calls a daddy could get when his little
girl was missing. I punched the code and grabbed the paper, not
bothering to close the gates behind me and I walked slowly towards the
house.

"Hi." I said, standing in the doorway and he almost dropped his coffee
cup.

"Sam!" He stared at me for a second and then he was hugging me,
smothering me in his arms and holding me as tight as I'd ever been
held in my life. "Jesus. Thank you, thank you. Oh god." He was
breathing the words, like a little prayer, kissing my hair, my cheek.
And I hugged him back, crying because I'd missed him so much.

"I'm sorry, Daddy." I said. "I'm sorry." Because there was nothing
else I could say.

"I'm sorry too, Sam. I'm so sorry, I called everybody, I called Jenny,
your friends, nobody knew where you were." He was telling me. "I was
so worried. Don't do that to me again."

"I won't." I promised, wiping my face on the sleeve of his bathrobe.

"I'm just glad you're back." He kissed me more and finally let me go,
a little. But he held onto my hand, like he was afraid to let go of me
completely.

"I just had to think." I told him, squeezing his warm soft hand in
mine.

"Are you okay?" He suddenly looked at me like I might be hurt, pulling
me to him again, turning me around, looking me over like I might have
been dying or something. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, Daddy." I smiled at him. "Really, I'm okay. It was just one
night."

"I know." He nodded. "Yeah, I know you're okay." He looked like he'd
aged 5 years since I'd seen him the day before. Daddy's eyes were
dark, with bags under them, and his hair looked a little more grey,
the lines around his mouth drawn and deeper than I remembered.

"You didn't sleep." I said, not asking him. "Come on, you don't need
coffee, you need to lie down." I was back, all of me, and my tears
were drying. My dad needed me, now more than ever and I felt so bad
for what I'd done. I'd hurt him, just like I'd wanted to. I'd made him
sorry and I hated myself for it.

"I'm okay." He resisted, but not very much. He was exhausted, I could
tell. He'd been going on hope and fear, and now it was all adrenaline,
but that would wear off and Daddy needed to rest now. I was glad I'd
come back when I did, another day or two and he'd have been a real
mess.

"I know, me too." I smiled at him, leading him by the hand like a
little boy.

I put him in bed, pushing him down with my hands, into his bed. "I'm
not going anywhere, Daddy. Never again, I promise. I'll never leave
you again."

I got on the bed with him, knowing I was tired too. I curled up with
him, not undressing, nothing like that. Daddy put his arm around me
and I turned on my side, my face against his chest, in the warm spot
beneath his underarm. I put a hand on his chest, on his bathrobe,
feeling the soft rough cotton under my hands.

"I love you, Daddy." I whispered and he didn't say anything, he just
accepted it, rubbing my back slowly, softly, until we fell asleep a
short time later.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I woke up and the bed was empty, but I smelled food and I was hungry.
I stretched, blinking at the sun coming through the bay windows,
wondering if I was dreaming because my dad couldn't cook. It was two
in the afternoon, a little after, and I went to my room, changing my
clothes. I put on clean panties and a pair of soft cotton shorts, like
gym shorts sorta, that said Property of Alcatraz, and a fleece
pullover, a soft warm thing that was too big for me, but it was
supposed to be like that. It had a zipper in the front and I didn't
wear anything underneath it. I just zipped it halfway between my loose
breasts. That was how I always wore it.

I went to the bathroom and peed, which felt really good and I promised
myself a bath later, a real bath too, not a shower. But only after I
figured out where that smell was coming from.

My dad was in the kitchen, drinking coffee, which he didn't need at
two-thirty in the afternoon, decaf or not. And the smell was coming
from Jen's mom, who was cooking in our kitchen and I sort of smiled at
her because I had no idea why she'd be doing that. She was making some
kind of an oriental chicken thing, like lemon chicken I thought, in my
electric wok. And that's how I thought of things in my kitchen, as
mine.

Do you want to know what would be a happy ending? Because it occurred
to me that afternoon, maybe not right that second, but as I got some
tomato juice out of the refrigerator and sat down with my dad,
smelling those good smells and talking with Barbara. I thought, what
if Jen's dad had run off with his secretary, and Barb and my dad had
gotten together, you know, just as friends at first, but then later as
something more. And then they got serious and married and Jen really
was my sister and Barb was my mom...What a great dream that was. What
a happy ending that would be.

Except for the little bit of jealousy I felt just seeing her there, in
my kitchen, cooking for my dad. Talking too him and smiling. Oh sure,
I was included, yeah, but it was still Barb that my dad was looking
at, you know, the way a man will when an attractive woman is around.
When she's smiling. He didn't look at me like that. Maybe I wouldn't
have liked my happy ending all that much.

But I was nice. I had to be just for my Daddy, just because I was home
and I always would be. Jen's mom would leave soon enough, I thought.
She wasn't a threat. Not a real one because she couldn't stay.

"...so I thought maybe you'd like to relax a little." Barb was smiling
at me, telling me how my dad had called her, just to let her know I'd
come home and she'd offered to come by and fix a little something for
us. Because that's what friends do. "We were so worried about you. I
had Jen call everybody she knew."

"I was okay." I shrugged.

"Were you with Debbie?" Barb asked me and I blinked at the woman. "Her
mom called yesterday too, they haven't seen her since Friday. They're
pretty worried."

I could have lied, but Jen's mom would have known, I thought. She was
watching me and she already knew I'd seen Debbie, maybe I even knew
where she was right then.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I know where she is."

"You should call her; tell her to call her parents." Barb said, and
she was smart. She figured I wasn't going to tell anybody where Debbie
was, or where I'd been, it didn't work like that. The last thing I
would ever do was send Debbie's parents to Deke's house, or even tell
them where it was. They might call the cops or something. Plus I sure
didn't want my dad knowing where I'd been. I'd tell him straight out
that I'd never tell him, if that's what it came to. I wasn't going to
hurt him like that; I'd rather pick the lesser evil.

"Call her." My dad patted my hand. "She needs to go home." He was
being careful too, my dad.

I just wish I could have told him about Debbie, about what she was
hiding from at home. But I couldn't, obviously. I couldn't even tell
Barb, although I wondered what her advice would have been. If she'd
still want me to send Debbie back to a father who was going to beat
her and then jerk off afterwards, or maybe he'd fuck her this time,
but I doubted it. The guy sounded like a coward.

"I'll call her." I nodded, getting up and going up to my room to do
it.

I'd wanted to take her with me that morning. I could have dropped her
off on the way to my house. But Debbie hadn't wanted to go, not yet,
and it was up to her. Not me. I called Deke's celphone, because I
didn't know any other phone number.

"Hello?" Some girl answered after about 5 rings.

"Who's this?" I asked, narrowing my eyes because I didn't recognize
the voice at all.

"Tanya. Who's this?" She was sounding a little offended that I'd
asked.

"Where's Deke?" I said, thinking the rudest thing I could was to
ignore her question.

She started saying something, but didn't get very far as Deke took the
phone away from her.

"Sammie?" He asked. "Where are you, baby? I was worried about you."

"...who the fuck is Sammie?" I could hear the woman saying and Deke
was shushing her, the phone getting muffled as he covered it with his
hand I guess. "...another white bitch?" blah blah blah...I shook my
head. I knew Deke had other girls, but I'd never asked about them.

"Is Debbie there?" I asked Deke. "I gotta talk to her."

"She's uh...She's with Michael, Sam. Where are you at?"

"It doesn't matter." I shrugged uselessly. "Look, she's gotta call her
folks, okay? I mean it, they're freakin' out at her place."

"You home?" Deke asked.

"Forget about where I am, okay? Did you hear what I said, Deke?"

"Yeah, girl, I heard you. Look, she's workin' tonight, we got it all
set up, okay? She don't need no bullshit right now." Deke told me,
sounding pretty serious.

"I'm just tellin' you..."

"And you're workin' tomorrow, don't you go forgettin' that shit
neither, baby girl." Deke was laying down the law, but he was a long
ways away. Still, I didn't need an argument.

"Yeah, I know." I told him, just to shut him up. "Just let her call
home, Deke. Please? Call Michael and give her a chance."

"A chance?" Deke laughed. "She got her chance; she's all fucked up
baby. She ain't like you, 'kay? Don't even think about that bitch no
more."

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Don't you worry about it, you just be clear about tomorrow. You need
a ride?" Deke was shushing his girl again.

"Where's it at? I'll meet you." I told him.

"Holiday Inn, downtown baby." Deke was smiling, I could tell. "Room
1122, got that? You got a date at four, so be early. I got your shit."

"Yeah." I sighed. "Where's Debbie?"

"I told you, she's with Michael. Be cool now, you know I love you,
baby."

"Yeah." I made a face he couldn't see. "Bye Deke."

I hung up the phone and just lay on my bed, looking up at the ceiling.
Wherever Debbie was, she wasn't gonna be calling home, I thought. And
I didn't know what Deke meant by her being all fucked up and not being
like me. But it was hard to understand Deke sometimes, and his
friends, because sometimes it was like they were talking in code.

The nigger talk was pretty easy; it was like kid talk, but the half-n-
half, like part English, part ghetto...That could be rough to conjure,
as they liked to say. And 'all fucked up' could mean like ten
different things, ranging from pretty good to pretty bad, and Deke had
meant something in the middle, but more on the bad side, than the
good, I thought.

But I couldn't do anything about that.

"I couldn't get a hold of her." I said, frowning as I entered the
kitchen. "Maybe she went home already." I suggested, but that was a
total lie.

"I'll call her folks." Barb said. "You saw her this morning right? She
was okay?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Debbie was okay. She just said she was scared to go
home. I think her dad's kinda...strict." I was getting some plates out
of the cupboard because Barb had finished cooking and it smelled
really good.

"Okay, well, I'll tell them that much anyway." Barb gave me a little
smile and then grabbed her purse, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "I
better get home; I need to get started on my own supper."

"Thanks for coming over, Barbara." My dad said, standing up.

"Oh, no problem." She smiled at my dad and then squeezed my shoulder.
"I'm just glad Samantha's back home."

"Thanks, Barb." I smiled at her, feeling bad for my earlier feelings.
But she was leaving now, so I could afford to be gracious.

"Your welcome. Sam. If you want to talk just call me, okay? Or,
hey...I can send Jen over if you want some company. I know she'd love
to see you. She'll be getting home from school pretty soon."

"I'll call her later." I promised, just wanting to be alone with my
dad mostly.

"Okay." Barb gave us one more smile; she was good at that, and finally
left.

"Smells good, huh?" My dad smiled at me as I set the table. We'd just
eat in the kitchen, sort of a late lunch, very early dinner. And it
did smell good, really good.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I won't lie and say I didn't think about trying again to seduce my
dad. That was always on my mind, but I was careful not to show it. All
of my looks were innocent; everything I said was straightforward, with
no hidden meanings or double entendres. I was the good girl again, the
loving daughter as we ate slowly, talking about safe things, ultra-
safe things, like the weather, for instance, which was almost
unreasonable for us.

We were avoiding anything that had to do with our relationship, even
as a father and daughter and I might have expected differently from my
dad. Maybe a stroll down memory lane, because usually that's what he
did after an argument, when we were making up with each other. He'd
talk about when I was a baby, or a little girl, making me laugh with
silly stories about the silly things I'd done growing up.

But not this time. I'd almost seduced him, had him right on the edge
and seeing me as a woman, just for a moment and he'd wanted me. So
this argument had been different, and our healing was different too.
It would take longer and I was just beginning to appreciate how much
trust I'd lost with him when the phone rang.

It was Debbie's dad and he wanted to talk to me, apparently getting my
number from Barb when she'd called to tell them that at least his
daughter had been seen recently. My dad held out the phone and I
swallowed nervously, not knowing what I should say, but realizing that
it wouldn't be much.

"Hello?" I said, sort of turning away from my dad, who'd gone back to
the table.

"Where's Debbie?" He asked, the man on the phone. No hello, no chit-
chat, just right to it.

"I don't know." I said. "I saw her this morning, but I don't know
where she..."

"Yes you do, tell me." He sounded angry, not worried, just pissed.

"No." I cleared my throat. "I don't. I tried to call her but..."

"Listen, you want to tell it to the cops? She's just fifteen, she
needs to be home. I know who you are, I'll get the cops."

"She's okay, I swear." I said, not knowing what I was supposed to say.
I didn't want to talk to the police though, that was for sure.

"Just tell me where she is."

"I don't know, okay? I saw her at the seven-eleven, the one down by
the mall. She was fine, she said she..."

"Then who did you call?" He demanded. "When you were looking for her,
who was that?"

"A friend of mine." I glanced over my shoulder and my dad was watching
me. "My boyfriend, we were together when we saw her, he doesn't know
any..."

"What's his name? What's his number?" The man asked and waited, but I
didn't say anything. "Tell me or I'm coming with the police. You know
something and..."

Something just went snap inside me.

"I know you beat her." I said into the phone. "I know you do it when
her mom's gone and then you jerk off, you shit." I hissed quickly.
"You want the police? I know a lot of stuff about you. You sick
fuck."

I wanted to kill him, like everything was red and I hated him and his
bullshit concern. Somebody had taken his toy away, that's all, and now
he couldn't get off like he wanted to.

"Now hold on, who the hell told you that? Huh? Who told you those..."

"Lies?" I laughed at him. "You're so fucked if you call the cops. I'll
tell them everything. I'll tell them you did it to me, you perv.
They'll lock you up forever..."

"Sam..." My dad was there and I stared at him for a moment. I was
crying and I didn't even know it. My knuckles were white around the
phone and he had to pry it from my fingers. "Shhh...It's okay." My dad
didn't even say goodbye to the man, he just hung up the phone, and put
his arms around me.

"Her dad hurts her." I said, hugging him. I didn't say anything else;
I guess I didn't have to. God, I was getting so sick of crying.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"You don't know anything about me, Daddy." I sighed, sadly.

My dad didn't say anything, he just held me because that was what I
needed more than anything else. I was in my bed, because that's where
you put a sick girl, right? You put her to bed. I was tired of being
sick too. I was dying, a little at a time and he couldn't save me. Not
without doing something he could never do. I knew that. I could feel
it, inside me, like a snake coiled around my heart, squeezing me,
suffocating me. You think I'm lying, exaggerating now, making it up.
But I'm not.

Have you ever wanted something so badly that you'd sell your soul for
it? Sat alone in the dark and whispered aloud, "Satan, if you're
really there, I'll give you anything if you'll do this one thing for
me..." If you've never done that, then you can't know what I was
feeling. And maybe I'd sold my soul already, it felt like it
sometimes. When I'd woken up with Deke that morning. When I'd talked
to Debbie. I could have saved her, I thought. I could have said the
words she needed, the words she wanted to hear. But I'd let her go.
Not my problem, right?

I was dying.

I slept, because it was my only escape. I slept until...I woke up. And
it was dark and I was alone. I took my bath, the one I'd promised
myself. It was almost midnight then, the witching hour. I sat in our
great porcelain tub, a big one, large enough for me and two more of me
besides. I loved that bathtub and I soaked in the water, scalding hot,
so hot that I couldn't move once I was in it. My skin turned pink and
then wrinkled and there was no sound, but the strange echo of my slow
heart beating beneath the water. I closed my eyes, thinking of
nothing, everything, how I ended up here, in that place at that time.

Where had I gone so badly wrong? Was there a specific place, an event
that set me on this path instead of another? Did I choose it, or was
it always meant to be. I wanted to believe in fate, in destiny, like
I'd had no choice in the matter. It removed some of the guilt I was
feeling. It wasn't my fault, it was God, or the universe, or
just...fate.

But I'd picked, I knew. I'd made decisions and chosen what I was
doing. I'd betrayed my dad, my friends, even my mom, probably. I was
looking at the medicine cabinet, thinking I should find one of my
dad's razor blades. I should just go to sleep in that bath. My dad
would be happier maybe. Oh, I knew he'd be sad for awhile, but in the
end, wouldn't it be better? Better for him, better for me. I could
close my eyes finally without crying in my sleep.

I was naked, still warm from my bath, but dry now, except for my hair.
I'd washed myself carefully, like a baptism, washing away the bad
thoughts, purifying myself for this moment. My dad was there, in his
bed, sleeping softly and I could hear his breathing, slow and steady.
I moved to him, my bare feet silent on the carpet, and I slipped into
his bed, lifting the covers and moving close. He was on his side, with
his back to me, and I pressed myself to him, my arm going over his,
over his chest, stroking him gently.

"Sam." He said softly, stirring beside me, moving to face me in the
dark. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I whispered back, my voice light, happy almost. I kept my
hand on him, moving my legs as he rolled over, facing me now. I put my
right leg over his, sliding my foot along his calf. "I just want to
sleep with you."

"Mmmm..." He sighed, not realizing I was naked yet, not completely
awake. "What time is it?"

"It's late. Almost one." I rubbed his side slowly, feeling my dad's
warm breath on my face, we were so close. I kissed him, softly on the
mouth and when he didn't move, I did it again, harder this time, my
tongue touching him as I parted my lips.

"Sam?" He woke up then, for real and he was looking at me, trying to
see me and understand.

"I'm here, Daddy." I pushed myself closer, pulling at him.

"Don't do this, honey..." He sighed. "...Please."

"I know." I nodded. "It's okay, Daddy."

"No, it's not okay." His voice was gentle, like he wasn't refusing me
at all, just discussing it. "I love you too much to hurt you, Sam."

"You can't hurt me." I giggled softly. "I love you so much."

"I loved your mother." He said. "She's the only woman I've ever loved,
Sam. She gave me you."

"I know." I smiled. "I understand, Daddy. But she's inside me, she's a
part of me, don't you see?"

"I do see, Princess, believe me. I see her every time I look at you,
but..."

"Then love me, Daddy. It's alright."

"...not the same way. You're her child, our little girl."

"I'm not little..."

"Shhh...You'll always be little to me. Always my baby, you have to
understand that, Sam. I can't look at you without seeing the person
you were, the little girl I've loved for so long. I held you in my
hands and you were so small, Sam, so small. And you opened your eyes
and I'll never forget that moment."

We were discussing it, finally, the way we felt. Maybe even more than
sex, this was what I wanted most. The chance to tell Daddy how I felt,
and why I felt the way I did. I'd make him understand now.

"But I love you." I told him. "I'm not that baby anymore. Touch me..."
I took his hand, putting it on my bare breast, squeezing his big hand
beneath mine, forcing him to caress me. "...I'm a woman now, not a
baby, and I still need you, Daddy. I need you so bad."

"Samantha..." He licked his lips and tried to move his hand, but I was
holding him to me, both of my hands over his one. Pressing him not
just to my breast, but to my heart.

"You need me too, Daddy." I whispered. "I know you do. It's okay, I
promise. It's okay to need me...to want me..." And I was kissing him
again and this time he didn't pull away, not for a long moment, an
eternal second, and I felt his lips parting for my tongue, and his
hand pressed against my breast, my nipple burning hard against his
palm.

"No." he drew a deep breath. "This isn't right, Sam. It's wrong...I'm
your dad...."

"I know." I nodded, and his hand was still on me. I caressed his calf
with my foot, feeling my heart pounding beneath his touch. My pussy
was growing humid, tingling with excitement.

"We have to stop..." He was saying.

"It isn't our fault." I smiled at him, a sad, soft smile he could
barely see by the light of the moon and stars through his bedroom
window. "It's fate, Daddy. I was meant for you, don't you feel it?
Don't you know it in your heart?"

"I don't...Sam, please..." He sighed and I kissed him again.

"Please..." I whispered in my Daddy's mouth, "...please love me..." I
pushed my tongue into his mouth slowly, and he was yielding, weakening
as I moved, lifting myself to lie on top of him.

"Oh God..." My dad kissed my cheek and his hands went to my back as he
rolled onto his back, bringing me with him so that I was lying on his
chest, my legs spread around his thighs. I could feel his penis now,
hard in his pajamas, pressing against me through the thin cotton
between us. He'd been excited for some time, perhaps since before I'd
even woken him up, and I could feel the wet stain of his precum, cool
against my thigh.

"I love you, Daddy..." I breathed, bringing my mouth against his,
feeling his hand moving up my bare back, to my neck and finally
cradling my damp hair, holding my head as he relented finally, kissing
me back. His tongue played across mine, slipping into my mouth and I
moaned with pleasure as my body shook with my first orgasm of the
night.

"Sam, oh Jesus, Samantha...no..." He was trying to refuse what we were
doing, his mind saying no, but his hands and mouth were not stopping.
My dad's fingers dug into my skin, into my back just around my left
waist, and his other hand held my head, massaging my scalp as his
tongue danced in the depths of my sweet warm mouth.

I was breathless, gasping and wriggling against him as pleasure
overcame everything else. This was what I'd waited so long for; my
Daddy was making love to me, finally after so many months of longing
for it. He was doing it. He'd tried so hard to resist me, to avoid
what I knew was inevitable, what was meant to be. It was fate, it
really was I thought, and we couldn't deny it, no more than we could
deny what we were both feeling as we kissed.

"Tell me, Daddy..." I whispered as I worked to unbutton his pajama
shirt. I was sitting up now, straddling his hips, feeling his cock
beneath me, still covered, but pressing urgently against my wet sex.
It was undeniable and my dad was stroking my thighs, looking up at me.
"Tell me you love me, Daddy."

"I love you, Sam. God help me, but I do." He said softly, his body
giving me a small tremor of excitement as I opened his shirt, pressing
my hands against his smooth chest, feeling him hot beneath me. His
heart was pumping hard, just as hard as mine, and I lay back down,
letting my breasts fall against him, heart to heart as we kissed
again.

"Ohhhh..." I sucked a breath between my teeth, arching my back as his
hands found my small round ass. He squeezed me, his strong fingers
sinking into my flushed skin. "Make love to me...love me, Daddy..."

I was rocking my hips against him, rolling my ass in his hands. My
nipples ached painfully as they rubbed across his chest. I licked his
lips, and then kissed him hard, pushing my tongue into my dad's mouth
and he greeted me eagerly, sucking it sweetly and flicking his own
tongue across it.

"Put me...inside..." My dad murmured, both of us breathing hard, our
shared saliva dripping from my open mouth as I was cumming again. I
was soaking him, my pussy running with my juices, spreading across his
pajama pants.

"Yessss..." I hissed, blinking and swallowing hard, trying to move the
way we wanted, reaching down blindly between us. I could feel his cock
and I freed it awkwardly, undoing the little snaps and reaching
inside. He was hot and heavy and large in my hand. Not like Deke, but
nice sized, perfect sized. I knew he'd fit me so well, I was made for
his cock, my womb was made for his sperm.

Daddy groaned and moved his hips when he felt my hand around him. He
was holding my waist; giving me little squeezes and his breathing
urged me to hurry. He was close already. He hadn't had a woman in a
long time, maybe not since before I was born. Daddy was so close and I
rubbed his cockhead across my sex only briefly, just enough so I could
find the entrance to my sex and then I sank myself down quickly,
taking all of him at once. It hurt, just a little, and I winced and
groaned and then spasmed with my best orgasm yet. He was inside me. My
Daddy was making love to me.

I collapsed on top of him, my pussy clasping tightly to my dad's cock
as he held my hips and thrust upward, stabbing into me over and over.
He was kissing my face, my lips and cheeks and eyes and I was crying,
but it was a good cry. The kind I had when it was too good for me to
do anything else. He paused and asked me if he was hurting me and I
shook my head, dragging my open mouth across his cheek until I found
his.

"No...Oh no, Daddy...it's perfect..." I whispered, kissing him but
only barely.

I couldn't think straight, all I could do was hold my mouth against
him, sharing his hot breath and trembling in his warm embrace. I was
cumming still when he joined me, pulling me down as he pushed up, his
cock swelling for a moment, then a pause and finally, hard spurts of
his incestuous sperm flooding me. He was cumming harder than anyone
I'd ever been with. I could feel him, I swear, shooting inside me. His
seed splashing against my cervix as he was so close, his cockhead
almost touching bottom, but not quite. My Daddy really was the perfect
fit.

We lay like that for a long time, until I almost fell asleep with my
father's cock still inside me, still hard. He'd gone soft, but only a
little, not enough to slip out of me as we lay still, kissing softly
and closing our eyes, catching our breath. And he was still hard and
he moved, just a bit, just enough to make me smile. He must have had
so much desire built up, so many years of unfulfilled need. He was
moving because my pussy felt so good around him, so hot and wet and
tight for him, squeezing him even as I relaxed against his chest.

"I came inside you." He said finally, perhaps 20 minutes after the
fact, and I giggled.

"Yeah." I kissed him. "I noticed. Did you feel me cumming?"

"Uh-huh." He swallowed. "Are you...you're not on the pill, are you?"
He must have hated asking me that and I kissed him so nicely then,
because I didn't want him to hate anything about what we were doing.

"Yeah. I just started last week." I told him. "But I'm gonna stop."

"Why?" He moved a little more, because it was feeling better and
better, even while we talked.

"The doctor told me to wait until I got my next period, then see how
that went before having sex, without a rubber or anything." I
shrugged. "But I just took them for a couple days anyway, and I know
I'm not ovulating yet. A few more days I think."

And that wasn't totally true; I could have been ovulating, except for
the pills, of course. But I was less than two weeks into my cycle
anyway and I'd just taken the pill three days, Thursday, Friday and
Saturday. I just wouldn't take anymore.

"But if you stop..."

"Yeah." I smiled at him, nodding my head, knowing he'd figure it out.

"No." He shook his head.

"It's okay, I'll give you a son." I promised him.

"Sam, this is...what we're doing is bad enough..."

"It's not bad..."

"...having a baby. We can't do that."

"...it's wonderful. We love each other. I'm your wife now." I kissed
him. "I'm not your little girl anymore, remember?" I giggled, rocking
my hips and feeling his hard cock moving inside my pussy, so full
already with his sperm.

"Oh Jesus..." My dad closed his eyes, but he wasn't thinking of how
good it felt fucking me. He was thinking about how we were making a
mistake.

"Look at me, Daddy..." I stared at him, looking into his dark eyes
when he finally opened them. "...You're not hurting me. I promise, I
swear to you, this isn't wrong."

"I love you so much, Samantha."

"I know." I smiled, feeling very much his equal now. Not his daughter,
not his child. I was his wife now, for better or for worse, until
death do us part. And I would have his babies, he knew that. He could
feel it, the way his cock moved inside me. The way his hands roamed my
body, exploring me. He was in love with me, finally, and completely.
This was the only thing we'd been missing, only this, and now we had
it.

We moved so that he was on top of me, with my legs over his shoulders,
and I liked that best. I liked being underneath him, feeling
vulnerable like that, being trapped and having no escape. Daddy pushed
his cock inside me easily, rolling my ass up to meet him, giving him
deeper penetration so that his cockhead could nudge the bottom of my
cunt. He was fucking me then, smiling and groaning, pumping me like
all those other Daddies had done, but this was different, this was
better, and I loved every second of it, cumming for him just as he was
ready to fill my womb with more of his hot sperm.

"Oh, that was good..." Daddy smiled and even laughed. He was red faced
and breathless and we were sweating, but it was so good to hear him
laugh. He was enjoying it now, his conscience finally surrendering to
what his senses had been telling him all along. There was nothing
wrong with making love to me.

"It was really good." I giggled. "You cum a lot too..." I reached
down, feeling my sex all wet and gooey as his sperm slowly leaked out
of me.

"It's been a long time." He nodded. "A long time."

"How long?" I asked him, because I was curious.

"Oh..." He pursed his lips. "Ten years? Something like that. You
probably don't remember, but I dated a girl for awhile. Nancy?
Remember her?"

"No." I shook my head.

"Well, it wasn't serious or anything." Daddy shrugged and we were
quiet for a little bit.

"Did you miss it?" I asked, giggling and maybe even blushing.

"What do you think?" He grinned at me in the dim light.

"Are you tired?"

"Ummm..." He chuckled.

"Me neither." I smiled and started kissing his chest, working my mouth
down his body slowly.

"What, uh...What are you doing, Sam?" Daddy asked, and then he gave a
little start as he got his answer.

I took Daddy's cock in my mouth. He was soft now, wet and sticky and I
could taste myself on him, my own girl cum mixed with Daddy's sperm,
but it was good. I liked the taste, but most especially the idea of
our juices mixing like that. I sucked him gently at first, taking all
of him in my mouth, and then gradually less and less as he grew stiff,
his cock swelling so that I could barely get half of him inside and I
stroked the part of him that I couldn't with my hand.

"Oh Christ...that's good, Sam..." Daddy sat up a little, watching me
and I wished he'd turn on the bedside lamps so he could really see me.

I liked being watched while I sucked cock. I liked seeing the man's
eyes and I especially wanted to see my dad's. But part of me warned me
that maybe next time we'd do that, things were going so well, maybe
the darkness was my friend in this seduction. Because like a child
with a new toy, I was afraid of having it taken away. Changing our
circumstances might bring bad luck, as any baseball fan can tell you.
And my dad was a big baseball fan, so I was too, sort of.

"Is it good?" I pulled my mouth of, rubbing his cockhead across my
breasts for a moment and leaning forward to kiss his stomach. "Do you
like it, Daddy?"

"Yeah...oh yeah...I never...This is the first time I've ever..."

"You never had a blowjob?" I giggled. "In your whole life?" I kissed
his chest, licking his nipples while I moved my firm young breasts
over his swollen cock.

"No." Daddy swallowed thickly and I went back down, kissing the head
and then engulfing his penis slowly between my soft lips.

I was going to give him a blowjob every day for a month, rain or
shine, I promised myself. I'd be waiting on my knees when he came home
from work. A martini in one hand, slippers in the other, and my mouth
wide open...That thought made me giggle and I choked a little as
Daddy's cock bumped the back of my mouth.

"Sorry..." He said, like it was his fault. "You're not a virgin, are
you Sam?"

"Mmmm?" I said around his cock.

"I mean before tonight, you've done this...all this stuff, before
right?" He had his hand on my head know, and I let him guide me the
way he liked, learning how to make him feel really good.

"Mmm-mmmpph....I did it before..." I pulled my mouth away, licking my
lips. "But I'll never do it with anyone else again, Daddy. Just you."
And part of me thought about Deke and his huge cock and...Mmmm, yeah I
was going to miss that. A lot, probably. But I didn't love Deke. And I
didn't need his cock more than I needed my dad either.

"I don't know if I should ground you, or thank the guy...Ohhh!
Jessssssus..." He arched his back as I finally got my throat relaxed
and open for him.

I took him all the way down, until my face was pressed against his
damp curling pubic hair and I made like I was swallowing him, my
throat muscles tight around him. I couldn't do it with everybody, but
my dad's cock was nice, not too thick and long enough to make it good.
Plus I really, really wanted to do it for him. That made a big
difference right there.

At least he could joke about it. I'd been a little worried about
telling him I'd had sex, considering I'd been seriously lying about it
the day before. But I guess it didn't seem quite so important to him
now, at least in the fatherly way. I was horny again too and fingering
my pussy while I sucked him, feeling his sperm running over my fingers
and wondering just how much my dad had put inside me. It seemed like
it was never gonna run out and I was making a real mess, but I
couldn't help that. It felt too good.

"I...you better stop...I'm gonna...cum..." My dad was holding my head,
not too tightly, but enough to let me know he was enjoying his first
blowjob, even if it was from his own teenage daughter. He was moving
his hips too, lifting himself up so he could fuck my mouth as I worked
my lips up and down the shaft, leaking precum over my fingers as I
stroked around the base of him.

I pulled off briefly, just to tease him, just so Daddy could enjoy
being right on the edge of a really good cum. I moved my mouth down to
his balls, to the soft wrinkled sack where half of me had come from 15
years before. I licked and kissed them gently, taking one in my mouth
while his cock bobbed freely, threatening to explode any second. My
Daddy was tight, all tensed up against it, and I was sucking my
father's sperm filled balls.

He needed to cum though, and I'd teased him enough, so I took his cock
back into my mouth. And he groaned at the warm wet sensation and I
just sucked him harder, moving my mouth faster, sucking at the head
mostly as I moved my fist up and down. I wanted him to shoot in my
mouth. I wanted to taste my dad's cum, the sperm that made me. I was
going to drink it and I jerked him off hard, ignoring his protests.
He'd never had a blowjob in his life, and maybe he thought cumming in
a girl's mouth was gross, I didn't know, but he was going to find out
that I liked it a lot.

"Ohh yesssss.....Sammmmm..." He groaned and his cock began spurting
wildly, my mouth quickly overflowing with his creamy sperm.

I swallowed fast, trying to keep my lips tight around him as I milked
him with my hands, but a lot of his cum ran out the corners of my
mouth, running hot over my fingers. I wished I had his fingers on my
cunt right then, I would have cum too, but all I could do was squeeze
my thighs together, moaning and sucking wetly, feeling his semen
filling my tummy. He was sweet and creamy, not a trace of bitterness.
His cum tasted so good I could have eaten it on toast, I thought with
a little giggle as I pulled my mouth away finally.

"Are you okay?" I asked my dad, licking my lips and then my fingers,
scooping little bits of cum up from around his penis.

"I don't know." He grinned at me. "That was really..."

"Good?" I laughed and he nodded. "Now maybe you'll sleep." I snuggled
up against him, just kissing his neck, because maybe he'd be a little
shy about kissing me after I'd sucked him off.

"Maybe." Daddy sighed. "Maybe..."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I missed another day of school, and daddy slept right through his
alarm clock; since I'd reached over to make sure it was off before
finally settling down to sleep myself. He was tired, much more than
me. I'd slept most of the evening, so I just lay there for a little
while, but then I fell asleep too. It was the best sleep of my life.
Naked and damp and sticky. Full of my father's cum and next to him,
listening to his soft snoring as I closed my eyes.

There was only one thing I had to do and I did it before my dad woke
up, after I'd showered and dressed, putting on a long pleated skirt,
blue like my eyes and blouse that matched, dressing nice for my
Daddy...For my new husband.

"I quit, Deke." I told him, just as simple as that, but nothing so
easy of course.

"You ain't quitting, Sam." He told me.

"I am quitting." I said. "It was good, okay..."

"I need you, baby. We got obligations..."

"...we made money and we got away with it, time to quit."

"...customers expecting you to be there."

"So let's be smarter than everybody else, Deke. Let's quit while we're
ahead, okay?"

"Can't quit, girl." Deke smacked his lips and I pulled my ear back
cause it was annoying. "You want me to come over and get your ass? I
will, you know I will."

"Shhh..." I laughed, knowing that would piss him off. "You're not
listening. I can't do it. It's impossible, even if I wanted to, okay?
My dad knows, okay? He wants to call the cops, right? You hear what
I'm saying?"

"Bullshit." Deke said. "He don't know. You're too good for that, Sam,
you a lyin' bitch."

"He doesn't know everything, but he's on to me, okay? I love you
Deke," I lied, "I'm protecting you, that's all. You got other
girls..."

"Not you like you, shit, Sam...You're gold, baby, twenty-four kay. You
my bling-bling baby..."

"Don't talk like a nigger." I rolled my eyes. "You don't do it very
good."

"Shit." Deke chuckled. "This ain't no good."

"It's perfect, Deke, come on. How much did you make from me?" I had
about 15 grand in my teddy bear, so he had to have made twice that
probably, since a lot of my money was tips. "Thirty grand? More?"

"Maybe Twenty." Deke said, but he was lying.

"Yeah right." I giggled. "Even twenty then, I don't owe you a thing,
right?" I paused but he didn't say anything. "Right?"

"We got a good thing goin', Sammie. Come on..."

"No." I told him. "Tell me you love me."

"I love you, girl. You know that."

"Now say goodbye." I waited. "I'm serious, say goodbye, Deke."

"Shit..."

"You're making it way too hard." I sighed.

"I'm comin' over."

"No, wait..." I said, but he'd already hung up. "Greedy son of a..."

I shook my head. I'd been nice, I'd been reasonable. I'd told him I
loved him, I was watching out for him. What was the problem? I was
done with it, the whole thing. I didn't need it anymore; I had what I
wanted, finally. I had everything, why couldn't he just let me go?

I wasn't afraid of him. I'd spent four months with the guy and Deke
liked to talk tough sometimes, act the pimp, but he wasn't. He was a
Cosby kid, a rich white boy dressed up as a black man, that was all.
He was spoiled and he thought he could get whatever he wanted. He had
his posse, his hoodlum friends, probably just because he could buy all
the dope and beer and girls they wanted. He was being used as much as
me, as much as Debbie now, and I thought about that for a minute. I
should have mentioned her to Deke as well.

Debbie was quitting too, she just didn't know it yet. I didn't know
where she was, or what she was doing, but it didn't matter. I was
getting out and I was taking her with me, I decided. I'd messed up big
time bringing her and Heather to Deke's house in the first place, and
now I had to fix it. I needed ten minutes alone in my room to figure
it out.

"Open the gates, Sam." Deke was there, with BMF and JoJo.

"Hey BMF." I smiled at the big man, remembering fondly how his massive
cock had filled my pussy. I was going to miss him a lot, but once was
enough, maybe. I'd never forget it.

"Hey Sammie." His big round face split into a grin. "Lookin' good,
girl...Real good..." He looked me up and down slowly, nodding his head
appreciatively.

"You goin' to church or somethin', bitch?" JoJo asked, and I just
ignored him. I couldn't believe I'd let him fuck me.

"Where's Debbie?" I asked Deke through the big wrought iron gates.

"Open up, let's talk, baby." Deke said. His BMW was parked at the head
of the driveway, doors open, motor running like a getaway car.

"We got company, sorry." I shrugged. "Where's Debbie at?"

"She was workin' last night." Deke shrugged. "Did good too, not like
you though." He grinned. "She ain't quite the same...quality."

"Right. Don't be a jerk..."

"I'm serious, shit, look at you. You're one of those two grand a night
bitches. Easy. We can split. Like you said, head to Vegas. All kinds
of money there, be livin' in the penthouse and shit."

"No." I shook my head. "Look, this is for you..." I pulled out a CD-R
from my purse, handing it to him through the gate.

"What's this?" He narrowed his eyes, opening the plastic case and
seeing a plain compact disk with 'DEKE' written on it in felt pen.

"It's a copy of that video Michael made the other night." I told him.
"I gave the original to somebody else and..."

"You blackmailing me?" He stared at me and his friends looked at one
another.

"...and what I want is Debbie. You put her in a taxi and send her
home. I don't care if you have to knock her out, tie her down,
whatever, just get her the fuck home."

"You crazy!" JoJo laughed. "Tell the bitch she's crazy."

"And I'll give you the original and we're done. Debbie and me are done
forever."

"And what if I don't?" Deke licked his lips.

"You're an economics major, how much money you think you're going to
lose if you go to jail for statutory rape of three white girls? You
and all your friends? Getting us drunk, giving us drugs, not to
mention prostitution."

I stared at him and my heart was going a million miles an hour I was
so scared. But I'd been rehearsing this and now he was listening.

"You're dad ain't gonna buy you out of that, Deke. He'll drop you
hard, you know it, and you'll end up doing time and then living with
these guys for the rest of your life."

"Aw fuck her!" JoJo spit at my feet. "She ain't got shit. Some little
white whores, that's all you got. You ain't got nothin'...I oughta
kick your bitch ass..."

"Shut the fuck up." Deke told him and BMF wasn't smiling at me
anymore.

"You'll be one of those registered sex offender guys. Kinda tough
putting that on your resume. You really wanna be a nigger the rest of
your life, Deke?" I asked him. "Or did you have some other plans in
mind?"

"You give me the original?" He asked.

"You know I will." I promised, looking into his eyes, and then
pleading gently, being reasonable. "All I want is out, Deke. Me and my
friend. I don't want to hurt you. We had fun, but it's over, okay? I
gotta go to school. Debbie's gotta go home. We're just kids. Let us
go."

"Right." He nodded.

He just didn't have anything to say. I had a video of him fucking me
and Debbie, in his house, doing cocaine, drinking champagne. Just our
word against his would have been enough to fuck him, a video though,
that would get him maxed out and he knew it. And with his background,
his family would be ruined. The press would eat all of them for
dinner, him and his parents. Successful people get it worse than
anybody, and successful blacks worst of all.

My dad would be in trouble too, maybe. But he'd get a lot of sympathy.
Hardworking man, honest and clean, raising a beautiful little girl by
himself after the death of his wife. He'd take some heat for not
keeping a better eye on me, but I'd risk that because it wasn't a risk
at all. Deke couldn't afford to call my bluff.

"I'll call you soon as I hear Debbie's home. You'll get the video
then." I told him.

"You gonna take this shit, man? The bitch is robbin' you!" JoJo was
saying, pointing and yelling and if he kept that up they'd be lucky if
my neighbors didn't call the cops. That would be ugly and Deke knew
it.

So they left quickly and then I threw up in the bushes, wondering  how
I'd ever pulled it off.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Everything okay?" My Daddy asked me. It was May, some eight months
after I'd said goodbye to Deke. And we were standing in the driveway,
just off the side porch, my Daddy rubbing my shoulder.

"Yeah." I smiled at him, taking a look around. "I'm just, I don't
know. I'm going to miss it."

"Coming through..." Some guy said, wheeling a dolly stacked with
cartons.

"Whoa...Sorry..." I made a face and stepped back. The sudden movement
brought my hand to my tummy and I smiled at my dad.

"Kicking?" He asked with a soft smile.

"Yeah." I nodded, grabbing his hand and putting it on my stomach.

I wasn't really big yet, being just 6 months pregnant, and that middle
trimester had been good. No more morning sickness, I could see the
changes instead of just feel them. I ate like a pig and smiled all the
time, glowing practically. And our baby was a boy, I could feel it,
but we didn't know for sure yet.

"We're starting the master bedroom, Mrs. Harrison." The guy in charge
of the movers told me. "If there's anything you don't want in a
box...You might want to double check."

I was supervising, because my dad, Mr. Harrison, was hopeless. He'd
almost packed my teddy bear.

"Okay, thanks." I nodded. I hadn't really told those men I was my
dad's wife, but I hadn't denied it either. It was good practice and I
liked it.

If the guy thought it strange that Mr. Harrison was 40 years old and
his wife looked barely 18 at the most, probably not even that old, he
didn't say anything. Being pregnant helped though, it added a year or
two anyway and besides, it really wasn't his business if some guys had
all the luck.

We'd decided that if we were going to be married, it would be best to
do it someplace else. Where we could start fresh and nobody would know
us. And so my dad had looked around for other jobs in other places,
because everybody could use a good engineer.

So we were moving to Montreal, north of the border and I'd been
practicing my French, not so much because of the move, but because
once I'd started showing it was a little tough on the sisters at Our
Lady of Lourdes to ignore my embarrassing condition...They'd suggested
I try home schooling, which suited me just fine.

Except my teacher, a rather dour woman at best, had convinced my dad
that French was the language most suitable to headstrong young ladies
such as myself, or some such thing. She really talked like that,
believe me, and I was happy to be rid of her. In Canada we'd look for
someone a little more modern to tutor me, or so I hoped.

"Le serpent rampe a travers les herbes courtes dans les champs de
venus..." I grinned at my dad, walking off slowly to double check our
bedroom.

"What does that mean?" Daddy smiled at me.

"Ohhh...You'll find out tonight." I brushed a long strand of pale
blonde hair from my blue eyes, looking beautiful just for him. "When
we get to the hotel." I turned around, twirling in the fresh spring
air, and giggling like the little girl I was.


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End chapter twelve
End of Daddy's Little Whore

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My notes on this story, along with the winner of the "Pick Samantha!"
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