Mom, I know that you're dead, but hopefully you can see this. Mom, I'm sorry. I lied to you. I know it's been 30 years, but I'm sorry, and I hope you'll forgive me. That night that I said I was going to spend the night at a friend's house, I was lying. I was really going to have s** with a man I didn't even know because he offered me some money.
Of course, you know that when I was 9 I was raped and molested by my step-father for over a year. He was eventually caught and got life in jail. At first I was relieved and glad that he was out of my life, but before long I was feeling h**** all the time. A few months after you got a new boyfriend and he later moved in with us. He was really nice and treated us well. I liked him a lot and thought about him all the time. I would even think about him while touching myself.
Sometime after I turned 12 he was laid off from his job, and because I was still having trouble in school it was decided that he would tutor me at home instead of going to school. Needless to say, I was thrilled. As the weeks passed we got really close. I would sit in his lap as he helped me with the lessons. .... Well, long story, short we became lovers over that year. We'd usually have s** about twice a day, and sometimes he'd even sneak into my room at night because he would rather be with me. :) We would kiss and make-out and go down on each other and do all the things that lovers do. :) He even taught me how to take it up the ass. :) I really loved him.
Sometime later the two of you got in a fight, and he left. I never saw him again, and you sent me back to the public school. By now the boys were starting to grow up a bit. They would talk to me, and try to get my attention. It was really sweet, and, although I didn't know it at the time, I was a total s** addict and something of an attention w****. Before long I had developed a reputation as a s***. A guy would look at me, and I'd follow him into the bathroom, or around the building, for a "quickie." Someone made an off-handed comment as to how I could be making tons of money, so I started charging.
You didn't ever get home until after 7, sometimes later. Different boys would show up at my house, sometimes 3 or 4 at a time. They'd each pay me $20, and we'd have s**. I never did get pregnant. (Years later I found out that due to my step-father's abuse, my womb was permanently damaged and I was incapable of bearing a child.)
One day a man showed up. I must have been 14 or 15 at the time, and he must have been at least 50. At first I was hesitant to let him in. He said that he'd pay me $1000 for 2 hours. That did it. I let him in, he stripped me down, and looked me all over. I thought it was a little weird, but for $1000 I didn't really care as long as he wasn't hurting me. Then he told me to get dressed as he handed me a wad of cash as big as my fist. He told me that it was only $500; I would get the other half when I meet him down the street a couple blocks at 10PM. He wanted to do me someplace more private. I thought I was special. I told him I could manage it for $500, and then he left. I remember being a little disappointed as I watched him leave because I never even got to see his pecker. It had been ages since I had felt a real man's c*** stuffed up inside me! I was really looking forward to hooking up with him.
You finally came home, and I told you that I as going to spend the night at some nonexistant friend's house. You must have been tired because just mumbled something like have a good time and went to bed. That was the last time I saw you.
I met up with the guy as planned. We went to a hotel where I met his friend. He explained that it wasn't for me but his friend wanted to do me. I was cool with it, and he drilled me in every hole for what seemed like hours. He seemed really surprised when he learned that I could do a***. I must have passed out. I woke up later in the back of a car. We drove a long, long time. When we eventually stopped we were at some house in the middle of no-where. I didn't recognize anything.
He sold me.
I'm sorry I lied to you about going out for the night. The truth is I went to meet a strange man to have s**. The truth is your little girl has been a s** slave for the past 30 years pleasuring the dirty old b****** and his friends until he finally keeled over dead. The truth is I liked it.
Is it really real or stripped of a demenred p****?
I'm not sure if this is real...
Is this real?