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   I got so mad at my parents for not letting me go to a party at my friend
Jeremy's camp that I just stewed in my room.  I tried to find another
activity to take my mind off of my disappointment, but after reading two
Cosmos, watching a re-run, and putting my hair in pig-tails, I had had it.
The party was going to be a blast and I was the only one missing it! 
Finally I was so pissed that I stormed out and told them I was going for a
walk.  I had no clue where I was going.  I just walked along the road
counting fence posts and shivering underneath the clothes I was gonna wear
to the party.  My blue and green plaid skirt and white button down blouse
were no match for the wind.  To make matters worse I had on my new black
pumps with the fat heels and they were hurting my feet.  But there was no
way I was going home.

   Soon I came to the part of town with a couple of gas stations and a
couple of other dinky businesses.  It was 9:30 and the streets were
practically bare.  As I walked past an adult book store, an older brown car
pulled in slowly and then turned around.  It pulled up to me and a man
lowered the window and asked me if I needed a ride.  He was leering at me
all dirty and I was pretty repulsed, but I said, "I don't really know where
I'm going."

   "You lost?" he asked?

   "No, I'm just bored and cold."

   "Well, do you wanna get in and get warm?"

   I know I should have kept going but I thought how ironic it would be if
I got into a car with a stranger on a night my parents wouldn't let me go
to a party with my friends.  I hesitated for a moment before slowly opening
the door and getting in.  He was middle-aged, slightly balding, and about
20 pounds overweight.  He wore glasses and I could tell by the way he was
looking at me he was a perv.  I mean, he was pulling into an adult book
store before he saw me.

   "What's your name?" he inquired,

   "Ginger"

   "I'm George.  If you don't mind me asking, what's a pretty, young girl
like you doing walking around by yourself at night?"

   "I'm pissed at my parents so I left for the night."

   "Where are you gonna sleep?" he asked, his eyes roaming my body.

   "I hadn't really...thought about...that," I said trailing off.

   "Well I can drive you right down the street to the motel and get a room
if you like." He was so desperate for me.  It was rather disturbing.

   "I didn't bring any money," I said.

   "I'll pay," he replied.  "You just have to show me what's under that
little school girls outfit." I was silent for a few moments.  "Well what's
it going to be?" he asked as the car idled.

   I was repulsed by this dirty old man, but at the same time, I knew being
dirty and slutty would be the perfect way to work off my anger at my
parents.  My form of revenge.  I guess I don't have too many options," I
said, feigning helplessness.  "Let's go."

   "Hold on," he said.  Let me run into this store and see if they have
some cigarettes."

   I sat in his musty car while he went into the book store.  I figured he
was lying about getting cigarettes and I couldn't believe he was thinking
about porn with me in his car.  He finally returned and he slipped a brown
bag into the back seat and pulled out of the parking lot.  He drove to the
motel, glancing at me occasionally, almost salivating.  When we got to the
motel he told me to stay in the car while he went to the office and got a
room.  But I wanted to get a drink so I ignored him and got out of the car.
He began to protest, but I was on my way with him.

   When we got to the little office there was a fat, older lady with red
hair and glasses.  She must have figured immediately that we didn't add up
and a look of shock washed over her face,

   "One room for the night," George said.

   "Two beds?" she asked accusingly.

   "One," he said.

   There was no drink machine in there so I traded my gaze from my new
black pumps and lacy, white socks to the look of disgust on the lady's face
and then back again.  She must have thought I was a prostitute.  I slowly
moved closed to him just to make her more disgusted.  She handed us a key
to room 16 and shook her head turning away from us as we left the office.

   The walk down to our room was surreal.  With each door we passed I
became more nervous, wondering if I was making a huge mistake.  When we
reached room 16 he turned the key and opened the door.  I began to walk in
realizing I had reached the point of no return.  I'll never forget the
room. It was a shitty motel.  The kind of place low lifers, druggies, and
criminals stay in.  It smelled like cigarettes and looked like what the
inside of a cigarette probably looked like.  It's brown decor and
yellow-ish walls looked like they hadn't changed for decades.  Their were
holes in the wall, the carpet was frayed and torn in places and the
bathroom was beyond disgusting with mold and rings and rust everywhere. 
I'm sure if I would have looked hard enough I would have seen bugs and
cockroaches the size of my thumb.  Of course, it was the perfect setting
for a guy like George.  As he sat on the bed I couldn't help but think he
looked like an unemployed accountant who's wife and kids had left him.  Of
course that probably wasn't the case.  The more I thought about it the less
chance I gave him for ever being married.

   "Now, time to show me that teenage body of yours," he said rubbing his
hands together.

   I stood in front of him, frozen, and having second, third, and fourth
thoughts.

   "Ginger," he said sternly, "I didn't get this room for nothing.  We had
a deal.  Let's go."

   I was appalled, but I slowly started to sway my hips and undo my top
button.  I tried to avoid looking at him.  He put his hand on his crotch,
staring at me with lustful envy.  I undid more buttons as he slowly rubbed
his crotch through his pants.  The sheer dirtiness of it began to turn me
on.  I managed to look at his face, even smiling in an attempt to turn him
on more.  It seemed to work.

   "That's it," he whispered.  "Let me see those big titties."

   Ever so slowly, I took the shirt off my shoulders and exposed my lacy,
white bra and breasts.  I kept looking into his eyes as innocently, yet
seductively as possible.  Then I let the shirt fall behind me to the floor.

   "Now the skirt, Ginger," he insisted.  Instead I decided to let him take
it off.  I sat next to him on the bed and continued to look into his eyes.
He didn't waste a second.  One of his hands went behind my back, cupping my
bare shoulder and pulling me closer to him, while the other slid onto my
thigh, rubbing up under my dress.  "I'm so glad you got into an argument
with your parents.  I'm gonna be your daddy tonight." I should have wanted
to vomit, but I just let him rub my thigh while I gave him my best "baby
doll" eyes.  "Are you gonna take that skirt off or do I have to?  he asked?

   I moved in closer to his face.  "You can take whatever you want, Daddy,"
I breathed as I met his mouth with mine.  My tongue entered his mouth and
was quickly assaulted by his.  I just let go and allowed his dirty tongue
to do whatever it wanted as his hand did the same under my skirt until it
reached my panties.  His thick fingers mixed with my moisture and the thin
fabric of my panties as he rubbed my crotch.  He layed me on the bed and
turned me on my stomach before pulling my skirt off and standing back to
admire his prize, me, laying there in my bra and panties.  He layed down on
top of me.  I could feel his hard-on against my butt cheek.  He put his
mouth to my ear and whispered, "You're a dirty little school girl, huh?"

   "Yes" I replied softly.

   "Good," he said.  "You're gonna get treated like a dirty little school
girl." He pushed himself up and kneeled behind me.  I could hear him taking
his belt off.  Next thing I knew, to my complete shock, it was around my
neck and slowly tightening!  He stood up and left me lying there stunned
with his belt around my neck as he took his pants and underwear off.  He
pulled me to my feet by the belt as I gasped for breathe and leaned
awkwardly against him.  His dick was fat and stubby as I got a glimpse of
it while I struggled to comprehend what had just happened.  He removed the
belt from my neck and instead used a fist full of blond ponytails to lead
me to the side of the bed.  He pushed me on my back and knelt over my
chest. "You want my fat cock in your mouth?" he asked as he tapped it
against my lips and face in a degrading manner.  I just stared up at him
and opened my mouth.  He shoved it in my mouth, fell over me and began to
violently fuck my face.  I was in shock!  He pulled my hair, my pigtails
falling out and bounced up and down, I was chocking and gagging on his fat
cock.  "There you go!  Suck that cock.  Does Daddy's little princess like
getting her face fucked?" I began to realize that this guy was gonna fuck
me up!  His dick went up and down in my mouth and his belly slammed up and
down on my forehead.  He pulled my head up by the hair and slapped his meat
off my face, before plunging it back in my mouth.  Finally I could tell he
was gonna cum.  I tried to slip his dick from between my lips but held it
firm, cumming in my mouth until it spilled out and down my cheeks.  Before
I could catch my breathe or clean my face, he grabbed me by the hair,
pulled me to the headboard, and began tying my arm to it with the belt.  He
got up leaving me rubbing my face against the nasty brown bed sheet to wipe
his nasty jizz off.  He grabbed the brown bag he got at the Adult Store and
pulled out a pair of handcuffs that he secured me to the headboard with. 
He untied and removed the belt and began spanking me with it.  I was on my
hands and knees, handcuffed to the bed as the cracks of the belt against my
ass got sharper and sharper.

   "Owwww, AHHHHH," I yelped with each smack.  He ripped my panties off and
spanked me some more, most likely turning my ass fire-engine red.

   "Yeah.  You like that?"

   "You fucker," was all I could gasp.

   "WHAT?" He chocked me with the belt snapping my head back so that his
mouth was to my ear.  "You little fuck toy!  I'm gonna fuck you like a dog!
You're gonna think the football team, the basketball team, and an entire
shop class fucked you." I wish your daddy could see his little princess
now! Give me this fucking bra." He wrestled my bra off and twisted me
around so he could bite my tits.  The handcuffs clinked against the rusty
brass bed posts as he gnawed and chewed on my poor breasts.  He then let me
turn over on my hands and knees again and began fingering me with two
fingers.  There was no teasing or build up, he just tried to make me feel
as dirty and used as he could.

   "Do it!  Fuck me!" I heard myself say.

   "What happened to Daddy," he demanded.

   "Come on Daddy, fuck your little princess.  Give me that big, fat cock
in my little pussy!"

   Without a second hesitation he was forcing his way into my twat as my
walls closed on his dick and soon he was pounding away.  My head hit the
head board violently.  "Oh God!  Fuuucckkk!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Fuck!" I
wailed.

   His balls slapped off my ass.  He fucked me so hard, my pussy and his
dick made the loudest slurping noises.  It was gross.  My head slammed off
the board again and again.  I couldn't believe how mean he was treating me.


   How did i find myself in this situation?  It wasn't the only time or the
last time I let an older guy, who had no business even looking at me, fuck
me like I was a piece of meat.  Most girls my age might be experiencing sex
for the first time, and if so, it's with their boyfriends.  They probably
call it "making love" -- slow-paced, a little tender, perhaps even
passionate.  Not me.  I seemed to subconsciously look for dirty men and
situations that degrade me.  Was there something wrong with me?

   "BANG!" My forehead cracked of the headboard again, snapping me back to
the reality that I was getting used by a depraved loser.  "BANG!" I hit off
it again and everything went black for a second, I thought I was knocked
out.

   "Yeah, shit!  You like it rough!  You like getting fucked!" he cackled.

   "Yeeeaaahhh," was all I could moan as I tried to ignore the pain in my
head.  I soon did as a wave of orgasms overtook my body.  I shuddered and
squealed as he fucked me senseless.

   He pulled out and left me tied to the bed as he smacked my ass with his
open hand.  I heard him spit and felt his nasty saliva on my butt crack. 
He rubbed it around, his finger dipping into my bum, swirling around, and
then sliding out.  He did this a few times before he knelt behind me
placing the head of his penis against my hole before sliding it in.  I
moaned and squirmed before pushing the full length of his dick into my
tight anus.  WHACK!  He smacked my now tender ass cheeks as he began to
fuck my butt harder.  I screamed and moaned.  He covered my mouth with his
big palm before finally pushing my face into the pillow to muffle my
screams.  Harder and harder he thrust as orgasms again built up inside me.
He grabbed my hair as he impaled my ass, his hairy balls slapped off my
tender butt cheeks.  Finally he collapsed on top of me, my body shuddering
underneath his, as he blew a load of warm cum into my ass.

   TO BE CONTINUED











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