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I 'd been doing it for practically 2 months already, and I 'd misplaced how many guys I 'd made love with. I didn't wish to know, however it had to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of cash too. Method excessive for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. He charged 300 dollars an hour for me, or 500 dollars for two. Choosing me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I thought was ridiculous, but you 'd be surprised the number of men wanted exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an underage slut to fuck and draw . These were all older people too, like my father's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He stated that was generous since he was my manager, my agent, my security guy, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the things I need to work, like condoms and lube and junk like that. But that wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else since I had to actually like these men for an hour or more. I needed to act younger in some cases too, as a little lady maybe eleven or twelve years old; however never ever older. None of the men spending for me wanted a female, just a lady, and knowing that I really was simply fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think I had a real skill for it. I had a skill for the sex stuff anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.

Mary Magdalene had actually been a whore. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt actually guilty initially, however that had actually gone away when I realized I wasn't harming anyone. The men enjoyed me for a little bit, although a few of them loved me for real and asked me if I 'd wed them, or at least return to their cities and cope with them. They were in love with who I pretended to be for that short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonesome since I understood it wasn't really me they liked, mostly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a guy who enjoyed me wouldn't harm me, you understand? I was in love with my dad. That had changed too and I don't understand if something pertained to the other specifically, however I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd had sex with like fifty men or something, most of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wished to call me by a various name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little woman next door perhaps. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that bothered me at initially, but then it didn't and I started liking it.

I might close my eyes and picture the man who was making love to me actually was my dad. I could speak with him, inform him I liked him, how he made me feel developed and special and enjoyed. And someplace, somehow along that flight, I 'd begun to believe it. I 'd go home and see my real papa and nearly forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or more before. However I was falling in love, in full-grown love, and I could not help it. It was programmed into me, maturing not as his child but as his spouse. We 'd done whatever however skilled our relationship, I thought, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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