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Jessie For My Gambling Debt
by Stephanie Keating (address withheld)
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My thirteen year old daughter, Jessie, walks in on an
enforcer visiting to collect my gambling debts. (M/f-
teen, ped, nc, mast, voy)
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This is a story from 10 years ago that I've never told
anyone about before. You'll see why. I had a gambling
problem that I kicked after this incident I'm about to
relate.
I was in serious debt to a shark where I live. Every
time I tried to win back my losses things got worse,
and then came the threats. My wife had left me months
earlier, but my 13-year old daughter still lived with
me. The shark's heavy, Zack I think his name was, knew
my daughter was around and began making threats that
she would get hurt. I was making arrangement for her
to go stay with my wife in another city, but she was
being awkward, so the clock was ticking.
One evening, just after I'd got home from work, this
heavy turned up and invited himself in. I thought I
was dead. He was a big guy, though not tall; dressed
in a suit he looked pretty charming and could turn
from charm to ice and back again in seconds flat.
He'd been putting the terrors to me for 10 minutes
when I heard my daughter, Jessie, come home. She
shouted, "Hi, dad!" from the kitchen and followed her
greeting into the family room where Zack relaxed back
into charm.
"This must be Jessie," Zack said.
"Yes," I answered nervous about the meeting.
"Hi! Jess," said Zack
"Jessie," she corrected as she turned away.
I could see Zack was pissed, so I asked Jessie not to
be rude and say Hi.
"Hi!" She turned back momentarily.
"Stay for a while," Zack said with just a hint of
menace.
Jessie glanced at me and back at Zack.
"That's more friendly," Zack said.
Jessie flicked a smile at him.
Zack looked at me and said, "I think we can forget
about the dispute. Cooperation is all that was ever
needed." He turned to Jessie: "Come over here." He
patted the place beside him on the couch.
I was in shock. I knew what was on his mind and I knew
I was in trouble in the amount of about $100,000—
impossible to pay off on my earnings. I was in a state
of fear and rage, but the rage stayed stuffed. I froze
and watched time and events unfold like they were a
nightmare.
Now Jessie was a very pretty 13-year-old: petite,
small breasts, long fair hair, and a bit of a sassy
attitude. That day was wearing a pretty, short, blue
skirt with flowers on it, and a white buttoned top.
She walked over to the couch and was clearly nervous.
"Sit down, Jess," Zack said.
I could see Jessie tense, trying to decide if she
would correct him. She didn't and I knew right then
Zack had won.
"Sit down!" Zack said with a shard of ice in his
voice. She sat down slowly. The rest was quick. Zack
grabbed a handful of her hair and snapped her head
back. His mouth was on hers in an instant. Jessie
started struggling and trying to vocalize a scream,
but couldn't.
Zack hissed, "Shut your fucking mouth!"
Jessie was gasping and looked at me with frightened
eyes.
"Tell her to fucking shut up, or you know what'll
happen!"
I heard myself saying, "Do what he says. He'll hurt
you."
Jessie started crying child tears and I wanted to
comfort her, but sat in shame and silence as Zack slid
his hand up he skirt and forcing her legs apart, found
her crotch. Within seconds, I think it was, Zack had
torn open her top and ripped off her bra. He was
kissing her roughly and sucking her little tits; but
pretty soon his interest dropped down to her pussy
with a lust that was bestial. He roughly pulled her
panties down and off her feet. Somehow he's unbelted
himself and got his own pants down at the same time.
His cock was rampant and big. I was horrified even
more as he aggressively manhandled Jessie into a lying
position on the couch. Try as she did, she wasn't able
to close her legs with Zack positioned solidly between
them. Jessie was crying harder now as she tried to
buck away, but only succeeded in bringing her pelvis
up to meet the head of his cock. Then it was over—the
really nasty part. Zack had taken no time, but plunged
his cock into Jessie. He went deep very quickly with
Jessie crying in pain. And then Zack took up a rhythm;
and although Jessie just lay there, her tears subsided
and her struggles stopped.
And then—God help me!—I felt myself becoming aroused
at the sight of my daughter, petite and innocent with
her legs spread wide for this monster. I could see her
pussy clearly and his huge meat sliding in and out of
her. I tried to make my arousal, my growing pleasure,
go away; but it wouldn't. Zack was grunting his way to
orgasm and pulling on Jessie's hair so that her head
was back and he was licking at her tits and throat—and
then he came. A great groaning, pumping-deep orgasm;
his sperm was spilling inside her and I knew it must
have felt so good for Zack to do it.
He lay on top of her moving in and out just a little
bit and talking dirty, calling her a little slut and
things. Jessie started softly sobbing again as Zack
withdrew his still semi-hard cock. Some of his sperm
followed his withdrawal and dribbled onto the couch. I
nearly ejaculated right then and had to think of other
things.
"You know one thing for sure, now," Zack said with an
evil grin. "Little Jess wasn't so fucking innocent!"
I tried to figure out what he was saying and must have
looked confused.
"Your little daughter was sure no virgin!"
I got it. He was right. My daughter who I'd protected
and watched until now had definitely had sex before.
Zack dressed as Jessie lay there, legs still apart and
skirt around her waist, crying.
Me? I was looking at her leaking pussy and only by
force of will stopped myself from doing the same as
Zack and fucking my own daughter—sliding my cock deep
inside her warmth and wetness.
Jessie was changed by the experience. Zack came back
twice after that. He caught Jessie at home on one of
those occasions and roughly fucked her as he had
before. I was already in a habit of going to bed each
night and masturbating to those seared images of that
first time. The second time I could see everything
again and this time touched myself and came in my
pants as ack emptied himself inside her. This time,
Zack slipped her panties back on her and patted her
pussy, saying, "Keep it safe—till next time," he
grinned.
The next day I got Jessie out of town.
One last dirty secret: Those pale blue silky panties
filled with Zack's sperm stayed with me. For months
afterward, I masturbated to their smell and the images
of Jessie being fucked by a monster. My financial debt
was clear, my conscience not.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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