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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)

***

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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