You may recognize little Sara from my other writing. Here is where writers usually say this is fiction; I would never so and so, blah blah blah. The fact is that this IS pure fiction, however I would LOVE to experience this with my step daughter!
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It's dark, and nothing makes sense. My eyes are closed......I think, but nothing changes as I try to open them. Dark everywhere. Rubbing my eyes helps, some light seeps in, everything is so blurry. Oh well, who cares? Sleep.......
"Take the one on the right, the others a bit .... Used." I hear Jimmy say. Where's Megan? My back hurts a bit against the sheet, but I am so relaxed! As I drift off I hear Jimmy say something about sixty bucks and getting some food.
Sleep, feels good.
Then I remember. In my mind's eye I can see the room earlier that night, everything is clear.... My friends are around us, on the couch or floor, smiling at me, appreciating me. I love the attention.... It feels good. They must really like me! "And tonight we have party favors!" I hear. I can only just see Jimmy; he is in the kitchen sitting on the counter. "Tonight's entertainment is complements of Sara and Taylor, take a bow ladies!" he sings out. He means me... what? Then I remember the money. I owe him big time for month of booze and pot, tonight I get an opportunity to pay him back... what does he mean 'party favors?'
"Ok, one at a time. Sara, let's see those little tits of yours. Come on baby girl, show some skin!" I am aroused, not sure why..... Things are less clear, but I love the attention. I feel myself slipping my loose top off one shoulder, then the other. It falls to the floor, only my thin bra covering my tits. Why am I doing this? Why is this so easy for me? I remember the few drinks I was given, everything got easy after that, oh well. They really like me!
Sleep...... darkness returns
Something clicks and wakes me up, I can hear someone moving around the room. Taylor rolls over in the bed beside mine. Suddenly there are hands under my shoulders, then under my ass. A hand slips between my legs.... feels rough against my pussy. My lips are a bit raw.
The fog lifts a bit and I remember where I am, party at Megan's. Making money fucking boys.... Need the money, like to fuck. Why is my head spinning?
Whoever it is with his arms around me (I am sure it's a guy, I can smell a familiar cologne) hasn't moved his hand away from between my legs, I guess he is next in line. Odd dude, picking me up when I am all ready to go.......
I still can't see him in the dim light, everything I try to focus on keeps moving up and down, "just use a rubber dude...." I say. "Be nice........" I hate this part, I feel like such a whore. I can feel tears welling in my eyes, what would my parents think of me right now? Would they still love me? I doubt it, for at least the 20th time tonight. At least I will get some scratch so I can pay that fucker Jimmy back. That good shit's expensive.
As the tears roll down my cheeks I stifle a sob. His finger wiggles up inside me, giving me a quick burning sensation. God my pussy hurts! I have had too much of this, but the finger feels good inside me. "Fuck yeah......." I breathe. Relaxing even more, knowing that it helps to be relaxed, especially after a few fucks. Been busy tonight, pussy HURTS!
I feel hands on my tits. Typical boy! What's the big deal about tits? Oh well, let him have his fun. But why roll me over on my side. Have to stop this.... Can't. Too tired.
