(M+g, exhib, oral, pros)
With an enticing bribe, a young girl's daddy wants her to do something for him...
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Hi! My name is Chance. I'm nine years old. Daddy calls me a motor-mouth. I think 'cuz I talk a lot, but I dunno.
Anyways, one day, Daddy told me to get ready, we were going to the city. I love the city. There's so much stuff there.
I took my shower, and when I came out, Daddy had put clothes on the bed to wear. It was white ankle socks with lace around the top, my Wonder Woman panties, a sleeve-less undershirt, white blouse, and brown skirt that's so short, if I bend over you can see my butt.
This was weird 'cuz that's the clothes I wear when Daddy and me play our games. But I didn't say nothing.
We went to a part of the city I never seen before. Daddy drove behind a block of buildings and into a little warehouse like thing. A man pulled down the door behind us.
Before we got out, Daddy told me, "Listen. You don't have to do anything you don't want to today. Or if you start and can't finish, that's okay, too. I won't be mad. Just say so. Understand?"
I said I did, but, really, I didn't.
Then he said, "But if you do it and can finish, we will leave here with a lot of money. Enough that I can buy you that bike you've been wanting."
Wow! I knew exactly what bike he meant. It was a pink, five speed mountain bike with a headlight and tail light, and a leather bag behind the seat. I seen it every day in the window of the bike shop. But it cost a lot. And Daddy had been laid off work and "money was tight."
Whatever he wanted me to do, I was gonna at least try.
We got out of the car and the man who closed the door looked at me. He was fat and bald on top with dark hair on the sides and back and he was real old. At least fifty.
He looked at Daddy and nodded.
We followed him up a couple of steps into a messy office, with papers all over the desk and boxes on chairs. He kept going into another room.
When I went in, I stopped. I never seen a place like this. It was a small shop, but there was rows and rows of racks with books that had pictures of naked girls doing naughty stuff. And there was cases that had things that looked like men's penises; all different sizes and colors. There was what looked like big plastic bullets and other stuff I didn't know what they was for.
At the other end of the shop was a small round stage and in front of it was six men: four white men and two black men.
Daddy told me, "First, I want you to go get up there and take off all your clothes."
My eyes got big, and I just stood there for a second, but then I thought about the bike. I walked over and one of the black men lifted me up on the stage. It was small and had carpet on it.
I could tell from the clothes they had on, the men were all rich. They also seemed nervous. That made me feel better.
I took off my shoes and socks, then started to unbutton my blouse. I did it slow 'cuz Daddy likes it when I take off my clothes slow. He calls it 'teasing'.
When my blouse was off, I took off my undershirt, then undid the button and zipper on the side of my skirt and let it fall.
Now, I was standing in just my panties.
One man was biting his lips. Another one wiped his forehead with a hanky. All of them had big bumps in the front of their pants. I know what that was.
I was nervous, too, but I pulled my panties down and let them see me bare-naked.
After a few seconds, Daddy came over and took my hand and led me to a short hallway. One wall was covered with posters of more naked girls doing naughty stuff. On the other wall was three doors.
Daddy opened the middle one. It was a kinda small room. Against the back wall was a padded stool. But both the side walls had a hole in it, and under the hole was a padded thing like what you kneel on in church.
Now I figured out what they wanted me to do. I've sucked Daddy's cock (he says it's okay to call it a cock) since I was five years old, so I know what happens when a guy comes. And I always swallow, 'like a good girl'. It's fun. And Daddy likes it. I've sucked Uncle Paul's a bunch, too. One time, I did them both on the same day.
But I never done six, and one right after the other.
"Remember, you don't have to," Daddy said, "Or you can stop anytime. Just look above the door, there's a camera, and say you're done."
Daddy looked so nervous. I felt real sorry for him.
I thought about sucking six cocks and swallowing all the come. I didn't know if I could do it. Then I thought about the bike.
I went in and sat on the stool. I smiled at Daddy and said, "I got this."
The door closed and I sat there waiting. I was kind of excited to suck six different cocks. I just hoped I could do it.
Pretty soon I heard the door on the room on the right open and close. Then there was the first one popping through the hole. It was about the same size as Daddy's, but a little more pointed.
I got down on my knees. I wanted to do a good job. Daddy always says 'whatever you do, do your best'.
I put my hand around it and moved it up and down. He was pretty hard. When I put it in my mouth, he moaned. I used my lips and tongue (no teeth). After a few minutes I could tell he was going to come, so I got ready. He comed about the same as Daddy usually comes (though sometimes Daddy comes a lot). I swallowed it and kept going 'til I was sure he was done.
I sat on the stool and waited. So far this was fun. I don't know why, but I found myself rubbing down there. But I had to stop 'cuz a cock came through the other hole.
The skin on this was almost all the way to the end like a turtle neck sweater. I was surprised at how many different kinds of cocks there are. I used my hand to push the skin back a ways before I put it in my mouth. When I started going up and down on it, I heard him say "Ohh, mother-"…. And a word I'm not allowed to say.
When he comed there wasn't as much, so swallowing it was easy.
In between, every time, I rubbed myself down there. It felt good and this was exciting.
The next cock was one of the black ones. I never seen a black cock before. It was kinda pretty. I don't know why they call it black. It was really brown, like chocolate. I thought about Chocolate Easter bunnies and biting the heads off. I probly better not do that now. I put it right in my mouth. I wanted to see if it felt any different or tasted any different. It didn't. But it was a little bigger around.
He comed more than the other two. I had to take a couple of big swallows just to get rid of the first squirt. His come tasted the same, too. I was a little disappointed. I hoped it would taste like chocolate.
I was halfway through. So far, so good.
The next guy was the shortest, but he comed about normal amounts.
By now, I was starting to get tired. My stomach was starting to feel full. But I couldn't quit.
The fifth guy was like Daddy's. He comed a little more, but I swallowed it all.
I had stopped rubbing myself. I was pooped. My jaw started to ache, and I was even fuller. But I had to do this last one. I had to.
The last cock (the other black one) came through the hole. I just stared at it for a while. It was the longest one yet. And big.
I started to look up at the camera, but I wanted that bike, so I stuck the cock in my mouth and started to work. When I got going, I worked real hard. It was the last one. I wanted it to be the best.
When he comed it was the most of all of them. It was so much I had to stop and swallow three or four times before I could continue. Some squirted out the side of my mouth and rolled down my chin. When he was finally done, I scooped it up with my finger and sucked it off.
I sat on the stool and rested. Daddy opened the door and asked in a worried voice, "Are you okay?"
After a second, I smiled and said, "I did 'em all!"
Daddy took my hand and led me back into the shop. The men were handing bunches of money to the fat man. Daddy walked over to get our share. While the fat man was counting it out the other guys each walked over and handed me twenty dollars.
As the fat man let them all out, Daddy saw I looked sad.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
I held up the money. "This is only a hundred and twenty dollars," I said. "That's not enough to get the bike."
He put a hand on my shoulder and smiled. "That's YOUR money. I said I would buy you the bike, and I will."
Then I was real happy.
I got dressed, and we went home, and Daddy bought me the bike the next day.
I used a little of my money to buy a bell and some tassels for the handlebars. All my friends were jealous. They all wanted to know how I could afford to get that bike. But, I never told them.
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