Role Playing Sessions

"Damn," I muttered under my breath, as I lay in bed, looking at my phone. "I can't believe I forgot about that."

I scroll through my bank account app, and shake my head. I thought I had planned everything, saved aside money for this trip, made the preparations. But I forgot about timing. The boat I bought myself. The first payment was auto withdrawn from my account. This will put a serious crimp in our plans to stay in Mexico unless I can find a way to liquidate some money somewhere.

"I can't fucking believe I did that," I mutter.

I sigh heavily. I don't want to disappoint you, and I don't have any ideas yet on how to make this better.

"I made a mistake that is cutting into the money I set aside for this trip."

My brow is furrowed, my shoulders are tensed. You can see my frustration written in my body language.

"I don't want to cut our trip short, but I don't know how much longer we can afford to stay, unless...."

I look at you, at your naked body, your long, luscious, dark brown hair. I drink in the beauty of my sexy daughter. I have loved all the ways you have given yourself to me. The ways you have willingly let me use you for my own pleasure and control.

"Remember the first night we fucked? You said your whole body is mine to use however I'd like....anytime, anywhere, with anyone... Remember?"

"Oh, I have an idea alright. I want to use your body in a way that I haven't yet."

I climb off the bed, tossing my phone down onto the nightstand. I walk over to you and run my finger up your naked belly from your navel to your throat.

"I think you've been such a dirty slut that there's no way that you're ever going to make up for it if I'm the only one fucking you. I think there's a way that you can pay for your deeds and for all the ways that women have wronged me and make a little money that will help keep us here longer."

I trace the lines of your collar bones and then softly grip you by your throat.

"You said you're my whore. Well, it's time my whore started making her daddy some money. I'm going to pimp that slutty little pussy of yours, Jessica. I'm going to watch you fuck men -- strangers -- that pay me for the privilege of ravishing your sexy little cunt."

The thrill of power I feel as you agree to my plan is rushing through my veins. As greedy as I feel toward your body being my own, the fact that you will let me use it in this way overpowers any feelings of jealousy I might have ordinarily felt at the thought of you fucking other men. Instead of fearing it, I desire it. The thought of watching you debase yourself by letting another man shove his dirty cock into you is making my dick so hard that it almost hurts.

Still holding your throat, I begin to push your body down.

"Get on your knees, Jessica. Show me how you're going to suck cock for me today. Take my dick in your mouth and prove to me that you're worthy of the task."

"OH, FUCK. Yes, Jessica. Oh, my God!" I groan as I feel your throat working my head.

The sight of you on your knees, looking up at me is beautiful, but nothing compares to watching you choke yourself on my dick and then open your mouth for more.

The feeling is exquisite. I can't compare it to anything I've ever felt before. Your mother certainly never did this for me.

"Shit, Baby!" I cry out. "Fucking take it. Oh, God, Jess, take it all."

I can't stand it anymore as I build toward my climax. I grab you by your hair and begin fucking your mouth relentlessly, shoving myself down your throat and holding it there longer than I can imagine you can take. I want the sensation of fucking your throat, but even more, I want to know that you can take this abuse. A girl who can let a man fuck her throat like this is worth a peso or two.

My climax quickly builds from the sensation and from the thrill of taking you this way. As I near the point of no return, I shove your face away harshly, grab your hair and force your head back as I jack myself on to your face.

The first blast of my semen streams out across your mouth, nose and eyes. The rest merely squirts in weak spurts -- my prostate having gone too long without being used properly. I let it dribble into your mouth before rubbing my cummy dick head around on your cheeks.

"God, you're a good little cumslut," I growl.

I lift you up and pull your face to me. The sight of your young, smooth skin covered in my milky jizz is so delicious. I lick a streak of cum from your cheek and savor the salty taste of my dominance over you. Then I pull your hair back again, forcing you to look up at me and open your mouth, and I spit my cum onto your tongue.

"Don't worry, Baby," I croon. "I know you're going to do an amazing job. You've definitely proven that you're ready for your first john."

I smile at you. Your submissiveness actually warms my heart. I love the way you debase yourself for me, all the ways that you pay for my past pain. Taking control of you sexually has been the most liberating sensation of my life.

I pull you close and kiss you.

"I love you, Jessica. You are the light of my life. I know you're going to do this right. Even if you have to suck off every dirty Mexican bus boy in this resort, you're going to earn what we need to stay here."

"And when we get home, I promise that I'll take you out

on my new fishing boat."

"Atta girl, Jessica. Now get some slutty clothes on. I'm going to take you to breakfast. We'll need to find you a john that can at least pay as much as our meal costs."

I turn away and start getting dressed.

We sit down at a booth in the hotel restaurant. I want us on the same side, with our backs to the wall so that we can survey the crowd for potential clients.

"So, I'm thinking let's find a middle-aged couple where the man looks unhappy. The kind of guy that would sell one of his nuts for a tight piece like you."

"That's my girl," I say with a smile.

I see a man and woman sitting half way across the room. She's talking incessantly. He's obviously not listening, just nodding and muttering "mmhmm" periodically to appease her.

"What about them," I ask.

"Prefect," I say. "Now we just have to find a way to get him alone. I bet he's so desperate to cum that we could charge him fifty bucks just for a blow job. But, let's be generous and give it to him for ten. If we get him hooked, I bet he'll be back for more. "

I love how willing you are to debase yourself for such a paltry amount.

"That's true. Hell, I bet he'll go so fast, maybe only five is really worth it. But you'll need to swallow or take it on your face to prove to him that you're a real slut."

The idea of selling your mouth for less than the man will tip for his family's breakfast thrills me.

I look around the room for a suitable ambush spot. I see an adjacent dining room that is not in use. It's probably reserved for private parties.

"Walk by his table. Go behind his wife so she doesn't see you. Make sure that he does. Then head to that empty dining room over there. I'll follow up with some bogus story about the hotel clerk saying he lost something and it has been left at the front desk. I bet the poor schmuck has lost a lot of things on this trip, and his wife resents him for every single one of them."

"I'll lead him back to the empty dining room, and we'll proposition him there."

As soon as you slip into the other room, I get up and walk over to the man. As I suspected, he'd lost something, and his wife was berating him about it.

"I'll walk you over, sir," I say as he gets up. "I'm headed that direction anyway.

We start down the aisle toward your dining room.

"That wife of yours sure is a talker, isn't she?" I goad.

"God, don't get me started," he says.

"Bet she doesn't put out much either," I say.

"I see you're a married man, too," he quips.

"What you need is a sweet little honey to suck you off while your wife isn't looking."

"Ha," he retorts. "Don't I ever! But where's a guy like me going to find someone to suck this shriveled old prick?"

"Right here," I say. "In this room." I gesture to where you are.

The man stops in his tracks and looks at me as what I'm saying.

"My little girl is pretty," I say, lowering my voice. "And for you, right now, she's cheap."

I hold the door open. He hesitates a minute, and then walks in.

The man is practically salivating when he sees you. Our little stunt to prep his attention definitely worked. But despite his horniness, he's been around the block a time or two.

"How cheap?" he says turning to me.

I smile, loving the fact that he knows to deal with the pimp and not the whore.

"First timers get a blow for ten bucks. But because you're wife is such a bitch, I'll let you blow your load in my daughter's mouth for five."

Hearing that, he can barely get his pants down fast enough.

"Fuck, that feels good," he moans. "God I haven't been sucked in ages."

He stands there, letting you do all the work. Looking at him, I wouldn't be surprised if he had knee or hip problems, so it's not a wonder that he's not even fucking your mouth.

"Jeeeezus!" he groans.

He turns to me and asks, "What's her name? I want to say her name as I cum in her mouth."

"Five dollars gets you a blowjob, not her life story," I say. "Right now, as far as you're concerned, her name is 'you little bitch'."

It only takes a few more pumps before he's saying it.

"FUCK! OH GOD, YOU LITTLE BITCH! SUCK IT, BITCH. YES! GOD YES!"

He grabs your head as his body tenses.

"I'M CUMMING IN YOUR MOUTH, YOU LITTLE BITCH," he cries.

I watch in wonder as his hips and knees buckle with the orgasm that overwhelms his body. I imagine that grabbing your head was as much to keep his balance as it was to fuck your face and keep his cock in you as he spurts his jizz into your mouth.

"FUCKING TAKE IT, YOU LITTLE BITCH," he groans as he fills your mouth with his stale semen.

He groans and gasps as his balls push the last few squirts into your mouth.

"She's fucking swallowing!" he exclaims as he looks down at your pretty face and feels the motion of your mouth as you drink his thick jizz.

"She doesn't disappoint," I say, looking at you. You look glance up at me for a second, and you can see the pride on my face -- pride mingled with lust.

The man shivers as his dick shrivels and plops out of your mouth. He pulls his pants up and gets out his wallet. You smell the sweat and leather of it as he fishes out a five dollar bill in front of your face and shoves it into your mouth.

"You're a great little bitch," he says, patting your head.

I hand him a napkin with our room number on it.

"If you can find a way to get free of your wife, come see us tonight. If the do not disturb sign is up, then my little bitch is busy, and you'll have to wait your turn. Otherwise, give a knock. Needless to say, if you want to put that dick in her pussy, it will cost you a little more."

I'm so turned on seeing you on your knees with a wadded up bill in your mouth. I have a raging hardon, but I keep myself in check for just a moment more.

"Spit it out," I say, holding my hand under your chin.

When you do, I toss it on the ground and drop to my knees in front of you. With my hand on your throat, I pull you to me.

"God I want to taste his cum on your tongue," I say, and I kiss you, shoving my tongue into your mouth.

I taste the distinct acrid flavor of the money, and then the sour bitterness that could only be his jizz. I moan as I savor the flavor of your submission.

"You're such a good whore, Jessica," I say, caressing your face, the face that I came on less than an hour ago.

"I love you so much. Now pick up that money. We forgot to tip our waitress."

Our first client must have spread the word. We had five different takers our first night. The first couple were just cheap blow jobs. We charged ten for the first timers. The first one wanted to see it in your mouth before you swallowed, and you treated the next guy to the same show.

The third fellow couldn't take his eyes off your legs. So I suggested a doggy style fuck with you bent over the bed. He pulled a condom out, but I stopped him and said, "Don't worry. She's already pregnant." He smiled and put it away.

I loved watching him take you. He was younger than the first two gentlemen, but still older than me. He had a little stamina, and I was grateful as it meant I got to watch your body move as you let him fuck you like a bitch.

He raised a hand to smack you on the ass, but he turned to me first to ask how much extra it would cost him.

"Just an additional five dollars," I told him.

He smiled as he brought his hand down onto your ass time and again while pumping your cunt.

I loved watching you take their beatings. I would often stroke my cock while the dirty old men fucked your face, ravaged your pussy, slapped and spit on you.

At the end of each night, I took great pride in the marks and welts on your body. I would praise you for your beatings, running my tongue over your wounds.

I love watching their cum ooze from your pussy, especially when you took several men in a row. I didn't think I could love you more than I already did, but the feel of your well-used cunt, sloppy with the cum of strangers, the taste of dick on your mouth, made my heart swell with pride and love.

And the few times that you didn't give the man exactly what he wanted -- because you swallowed before you showed him his cum in your mouth or you didn't scream his name when he made you cum -- earned some well-placed blows from my own hand. The sight of your pretty little face turning red from the smack of my own hand gave me such a thrill. I almost always had to fuck you immediately after hitting you. Nothing turned me on quite as much as slapping the shit out of your face for the slightest offense to a client.

Many of them wanted to call you by their own daughter's name. I loved it. Whenever they wanted to do incest play with you, I would always give them the Daddy Discount which was usually 30% off. I never charged much for your body. And you never complained. Charging less meant that you needed to fuck that many more men. And you did. You paid for our room every night and our meals every day.

Soon, though, word got out that men could do pretty much anything to you that they wanted. My only restrictions were (1) don't draw blood and (2) don't hit your belly. I didn't want our child harmed even though I loved watching you take abuse and giving it to you myself.

The first time someone came in, a dirty Mexican busboy just off his shift with a roll of duct tape in his hand, I knew we had crossed into new territory with our clientele. And I liked it.

"Esclavitud," he said.

I had no idea what the word meant, but I got the gist from the prop in his hand.

"Puta esclavo," I knew the first word meant whore. The second word sounded like slave to me.

"Si," I told him, nodding. "Bueno."

I loved watching him take you. His vigor was refreshing. I couldn't help but egg him on. "Mas duro, mas rapido" I groaned, begging him to fuck you harder and faster.

When he came in you with a groan, I almost wanted to applaud. It was so beautiful the way he abused your bound little body. After pulling out and catching his breath, he started to unbind you.

"No," I said, "mi turno."

He nodded and smiled.

"Cuanto dinero?" he asked.

I held up five fingers and then followed it with two O's, to try to indicate five hundred dollars. I didn't figure he had that much. I was looking forward to him haggling me over your tied and fucked body. The idea of your cunt being a piece of meat in a market place was delicious to me.

But he didn't haggle. He pulled out 500 pesos and threw it down on your belly. He blew you a kiss, shook my hand and then left.

I looked down at the bills on your body and calculated the exchange in my head quickly. It came out to just over $30.

I smiled at the thought of my little whore being used for so little, and I got really hard. It was definitely mi turno now.

I could never decide which I loved more: when you were gagged -- with your own panties, with tape, with a dirty sock -- and I could just treat you like nothing more than the wet hole that you are. Or when your mouth was free to tell me what a dirty, filthy, slutty little whore you are.

We got used to the locals wanting to fuck you. They were often more creative than the Americans that slapped your ass and begged you to call them Daddy. So when one came in with handcuffs and a billy club, we were game. I explained with pantomime that your belly was off limits for hitting, but that I loved the idea of you being cuffed and beaten.

Little did I suspect that the props were for me. The club caught me across the temple, causing me such intense pain that I couldn't see. But I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs, I just wasn't quite lucid enough to care -- much less to do anything about it.

The first stop was the side of the road in the middle of some farm land. They propped me up in the back seat and pulled you outside. They made short work of your bra and panties, leaving the shards of silk and lace to fall in the dust on the dirt road.

One pulled my head up by the hair to make me watch as the others held you down, you face pushed into the car seat, your ass sticking out the door. They shoved the billy club into your pussy. I heard the word "puta" several times. Normally, I got off on watching you abused, but this was different. This was just raw brutality. This wasn't you paying for what your mother had done to me. This was you paying for my carelessness. My eyes filled with tears as I watched them ravage your cunt with the club.

After they'd had their fun, they shoved you back into the seat. Your face landed in my lap. I was cuffed to the handle above the window, so I couldn't even hold you or caress you. All I wanted to do was hold my little girl. But all I could do was stare in shock as you cried in my lap.