Truckstop Whore – Jessie gets a Daddy - Sex Stories

Truckstop Whore – Jessie gets a Daddy

... glance over at the stack of money and take a deep breath. I can do this.

He climbs on top of me, and I hold my legs tight together as the weight of his big body settles over mine. We’re both still fully dressed, so I’m not too scared, and actually he doesn’t feel as intimidating like this. He’s gentle as he brushes the hair out of my face and looks at me like he’s memorizing every detail.

“You ever play pretend?” he asks softly, and I’m surprised by the question. When I nod, he goes on. “I want you to play with me. Think you can do that, treasure?”

“I think so?” I’m not sure why it comes out like a question, but I’m confused.

“I want you to fight me.” At my confusion, he elaborates. “I know I’m bigger than you, but I promise I won’t hurt you. What I want you to do is try and keep me off you even though you won’t be able. You can hit me, kick me, scratch, whatever you can to keep me off of you.”

“But you won’t hurt me?” He’s so tender when he touches my cheek.

“Not a hair on your head, treasure. I just wanna work for it.”

I think on it for a second and then glance over at the money. “Okay,” I agree, and he smiles at me. This close, I can see flecks of gold in his eyes, and though they were scary before, they seem warm and safe now.

“And when you’re doing it, I want you to call me Daddy.”

“Daddy?” I repeat, and his eyes lower a little like he enjoyed it.

“Yeah, that’s the one.” His voice is a little rougher, and when his body shifts, I can ...

... feel the hard length between his legs dig into my belly. “You do all that I’ll be so good to you.”

“Okay,” I hesitate and then go for it. “Daddy.”

“Just like that,” he says before some of his weight lifts and he moves down my body.

He pushes the bottom of my uniform up as he kneels on the floor and my lower half is exposed. I’m only wearing my white panties, but the sight of them seems to make him excited. Then I remember I’m supposed to do something, so I push the material of the uniform back down and shake my head.

“No, Daddy.”

Big Otto’s eyes light up like Christmas morning, and he reaches for me again. “Don’t be like that,” he says as he forces my hands away. “Let me see it.”

“No.” I wiggle on the mattress, and he hums with pleasure.

“Look how pretty you are in your panties. Let me just peek at your kitty.” He licks his lips as he uses one hand to pin my wrists to my stomach.

His grip is gentle but firm as I wiggle and try to move away, but it’s no use. I keep on fighting just like he told me to, and the more I do it, the more excited he gets.

“Daddy, please don’t do this.” I feel his fingers at the edge of my panties and then cool air hits me when he moves them out of the way.

“What a big girl you are.” He rubs his thumb over my short curls and moans. “Looks like you’re old enough now to start taking care of me.”

My hips jerk when his thumb moves lower and traces down the seam of my pussy. “Don’t, Daddy. You’re not supposed to touch me ...