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My name is Jason Smith and I am a recovering addict, a terrible father, and the worst person I know. When I was 18 years old I had a variety of problems. I didn’t have any structure in life and I was a rebellious little shit. I was a dropout who peddled a little dope on the streets of KCMO. I had no future and looking back I think I knew where my life was headed. I met a skanky little lady named Trish that I thought at the time I was in love with. She was kind of hot and freaky in bed. We shared a little run down trailer in the city. We didn’t work. We were both addicts who didn’t do anything but do dope, fuck, and sell crystal to support ourselves and our own habit.

After living this dope fueled life for a few months we were offered an opportunity to step up in the drug world by making more money moving dope from Mexico up to St Louis. I say it was an offer, but our supplier volun-told us to do it or else he would kill us both. We owed him a few grand for crystal we smoked so we didn’t have much choice. He was connected and although I didn’t much value my life much at the time, I didn’t want it taken by some goofy ass dope boy with a gun. I remember the night vividly because he forced Trish to suck his dick while he pointed a gun at my head. After he blew a load in her mouth he said that token of “good faith” was enough to offer us this one gig to pay back what we owed him. I was so scared at the time this happened I don’t even remember being angry at Trish for doing it. It may have literally saved our lives. A few days later we were provided a rental car and were given instructions on the route to take, location to get the load, and the location to deliver it. It seemed like an easy few days of driving and I wasn’t sure if we had the choice whether to decline or not. The Cartel is not the kind of people to fuck with.

Trish and I made our way down south. We met a sketchy crew of hombres in a gross little van on a rural dirt road near a border town in Arizona. I remember being terrified as we pulled up to them. I partially expected to be executed, but thankfully they were reasonably pleasant. They gave us food, water, a prepaid phone (first generation before they even flipped) and they loaded the trunk of the car with a dozen bags. I didn’t dare ask what was in them, I knew better than to risk getting smoked for asking too many questions. One of the men placed an electronic device on the trunk lid and one under the car. I later learned that the device on the trunk lid would notify them via GPS that I opened the trunk and the other was an actual GPS to track the car. This was pretty new technology at the time and I remember being impressed by the amount of thought that was put into this endeavor.

They gave us a little bag of crystal so we could “stay awake” for the long drive to St Louis and not have to stop and rest. We were certainly appreciative at the time. We smoked less that ten minutes after we embarked on this journey. Thoughts of running off and taking the dope for ourselves crossed my mind but the fear of retaliation to me and my entire family made me think differently. I didn’t much care for my parents or my brother but I did have nephews that wouldn’t deserve paying for my stupidity. The thing I liked most about Trish is she was always horny as fuck when she was high. Junkies have a super high sex drive when they’re on dope and it is almost impossible to satisfy it. Sometimes we will fuck and fuck and fuck until we are raw. At the time, I thought it was great but the orgasms were never very satisfying. Several hours into the trip we finished the sack of glass they tipped us. I was driving good, wide awake, and just drove into the corner of Missouri. Six more hours and we are there. Trish had been begging me to pull over to fuck but I didn’t want the Cartel thinking we were making unscheduled stops so I declined. Trish finally had enough and stripped her jeans off and started to loudly masturbate in the passenger’s seat. I struggled to keep my eyes forward but I did my best. After several minutes of hearing her slosh her loose pussy around she finally let out a moan and rested. It was impossible to not be turned on by her actions so as soon as she finished I pulled my cock out and waved it at her. She needed no further instruction as she leaned over the console and started sucking like a pro. This, this was the moment that my life changed forever. This was the decision that ultimately reshaped the future of my life. Seven minutes into the road head I unleased a much needed load into Trish’s mouth. I was high and put more force on the back of her head than I typically would but I wanted to finish as deep in her mouth as I could. When I felt I was completely empty I released her. She was such a used up dope slut that the treatment didn’t even bother her. Before she met me she had been treated way more aggressively. She sat back down in her seat, looked up and screamed “Oh Shit”

I was so caught up in the blowjob and my own high that I hadn’t noticed the red and blue lights behind us. I heard the police siren blare and I panicked. I knew I’d go to prison if they searched the car so I floored the gas and though I’d outrun the old cop car. Next thing I know, we are going 112mph down the turnpike with now three police cars hot on my ass. I pushed this shitbox rental car to its breaking point. I heard a loud BOOM under the hood and the car died. The car rolled to a smoky stop. Trish and I bailed out the car and took off running in opposite directions. I made it less than 100 yards before the cops cornered me in a small forested area off the highway. I tried to fight but the truth is they kicked my ass. I might have gotten one good punch in but I didn’t really stand a chance. I was cuffed and dragged back to the highway and put in the back of a police car. Trish actually faired a bit better than me. She made it over a half hour before she was found. I later learned that skinny bitch hid inside a hollow tree stump.

We were taken to the local jail and I was interviewed by several detectives. I told them all to go fuck themselves. I denied knowing what was in the trunk of the car. I truly didn’t know technically but I wasn’t surprised to learn they found 200 lbs of crystal. I was surprised to learn one of the bags had three fully automatic sub machine guns in it though. That was a felony I was not prepared to take. The next day I was interviewed by a couple DEA agents. They threatened me with life in prison if I didn’t snitch. As scared as I was, I decided to keep my mouth shut in fear my nephews could be killed by the cartel if I said anything.

To make a long story shorter, six months later I was sentenced to 7 years in Prison. My court appointed attorney was good, but the evidence against me was just overwhelming. I was surprised to learn that the fucking cunt Trish took a deal. She spilled her guts, told the DEA everything and actually testified against me in my trial. She was only sentenced to two years. The biggest shocker however, is that Trish found out she was pregnant while she was incarcerated. At my trial she was 7 months along. I was angry that she was doing this to me, but I was a bit relieved that she was clean and the baby was not being drugged. I was pretty sure the baby was mine, Trish claimed it was, but not seeing it for the next 7 years was difficult to accept. A few months later Trish gave birth to a little girl she named Robbyn. I never got one phone call, one letter, or even a picture of the girl. When you’re in prison, you are powerless to the outside world.

While I served my time I met an old man named Beau who was serving life for his boss’ murder. Despite his history, the man was like a father to me. He was full of wisdom and he really motivated me to be a better man. Before he shot his boss in the face for sleeping with his wife, Beau was actually personal security for the local football team. Beau must have listened to way too many motivational speeches from the coaches because he was a real motivator. He was wise beyond his years and I credit him for turning my life around.

I was released from Prison after serving 5 years and 1 month. I was moved into a halfway “oxford” house for the first year I was out of prison. It not only motivated me to stay clean and sober, but it allowed me the ability to help council other addicts. Beau really taught me how to help people and I loved doing it.

I made several attempts to contact Trish and Robbyn but I had no idea where they were. I made over a hundred phone calls and found out they moved around a lot. Trish’s sister told me they haven’t seen them in years and last she knew, Trish had plans to move to New York state but had no idea where.

I never gave up my search for my daughter. Five years after my release I was doing pretty well for myself given my past. I was a head councilor in a program that helps drug addicts, sex addicts, alcoholics, and people suffering with depression. I made a fair salary that I used to go to night school and earned a degree in this field. I loved what I did and I was really getting good at helping people kick addiction and helping them through life’s real struggles. I felt I made a difference in the world and I was using my second chance in life to its fullest. I hired a private investigation firm to find Trish and Robbyn. They found where she had been arrested in a few states for drug possession, but she was long gone from those areas. She was really a drifter, running from the law, and dragging my daughter along the way. My new focus in life was to find my daughter and be a real father. Unfortunately, nothing seemed to be working.

Several years later, when Robbyn would have been a Jr High student, I got the worst news of my life. I was contacted by an FBI agent who informed me that my daughter Robbyn had been sold to human traffickers. That stupid cunt Trish was so strung out and in need of a high that she sold Robbyn to known traffickers in Florida. The investigator had recently busted a part of the organization and found documentation that Robbyn had been sold to them for five thousand dollars. The investigator said they also found Trish, deceased in her car of an apparent overdose.

I was devastated by the news. I was angry, and worried about Robbyn and what was being done to her. The agent was a really good dude and he not only told me a little about Robbyn, but he later mailed me the only picture they had of her. She was beautiful. Petite like her mother, but she was not ate up by drugs and a hard life.

The agent and I stayed in touch over the years. Every time they would get a tip or a hint of where she could be he would tell me. Mostly in countries in South America that I had barely heard of. I eventually lost some hope that Robbyn would be found. I continued to council people in my organization which had grown to cover three states. Although my own life was in turmoil, at least I could help others. I never really settled down with one lady in my entire life. I met plenty of great women that would be fun for a few months until the relationship or the sex grew stale then I would move on. Counseling people through their sex addictions opened up my mind to all the kinkiest parts of the human brain most people couldn’t handle. I found it intriguing and entertaining at times. There are some really freaky people out there that make gang bangs look like cuddling in comparison. Although I found it entertaining, I had an uncanny ability to talk them through finding a positive coping method for those addictions.

Six years after Robbyn was sold into human trafficking, the Agent called me and gave me the long awaited news that Robbyn had been found, she is alive, and they are bringing her back to the US. It was literally the best news I had ever heard in my entire life. We scheduled a meeting in Virginia where I would go and stay a few days while their doctors, Investigators, and psychiatrists treated Robbyn. I was so excited to see my daughter for the very first time even if she was now 19 years old. I wasn’t sure what kind of mental condition she would be in, but I was prepared to spend the rest of my life trying to help her through it.

When I arrived in Virginia I met with Robbyn’s psychiatrist and doctors. I was not mentally prepared for them to tell me what she had been through the past several years.

“Mr Smith I know this is difficult to accept, and we will give you all the resources we can to aid you and your family.” I heard the lady say this to me, but I was not comprehending any of it. I stared blankly at the window with tears in my eyes. I was full of confusion, shame, regret, and deep anger. I wasn’t sure at the time who I was most upset with at the time, the evil mother fuckers that stole my daughter’s life, or the worthless absent father who was an unaware enabler who I see in the mirror every day.

I learned that my daughter was purchased by a millionaire from Canada named Richard VanCole. He was an investment banker who had stolen millions from investors and before he was captured fled to South America with his fortune. VanCole had several homes along the coast but spent most of his time on his 8 million dollar yacht the size of a small town. VanCole had purchased a couple girls that lived most of their lives on the boat where they were subject to all his sexual desires. Robbyn and another girl named Sasha were his personal sex servants for years. I was informed he was rarely violent with them and even rewarded them for good behavior by taking them on luxurious vacations around the globe with his paid security team. I learned that his Yacht accidently drifted into international waters and the UN coast guard surrounded the Yacht. VanCole released the girls before going below deck and shooting himself in the head. Apparently he had thousands of hours of sex videos that he made with Robbyn and the other girl.

The worst part however, was when the shrink told me about Robbyn’s psyche after years of being with VanCole. Apparently Robbyn had a terrible condition of Stockholm syndrome. The personnel that originally interviewed her learned that Robbyn would only refer to VanCole as “Daddy” and she refused to say anything bad about him. Apparently she believed she loved him and she didn’t actually want to leave him. VanCole was 61 years old and Robbyn believed she belonged to him and it was her life’s duty to serve and please him. They didn’t go into much detail, but suggested their sexual acts were extremely perverse. Since Robbyn was brought to the medical center in Virginia, she had refused to speak. She was told I was coming to see her and take her to her real home and Robbyn didn’t even respond. The staff had purchased Robbyn a variety of moderate clothing, since she only has risqué outfits on the boat but Robbyn wasn’t responding well to wearing the body covering garments. Apparently she preferred the hooker clothing VanCole made her wear.

The medical center staff and the investigators had provided me with the knowledge, but they didn’t have many suggestions on how to help her adapt to normal life. We put together a plan, that involves me taking Robbyn home, if she was willing, and slowly allowing her to discover what freedom really was. She only had a 7th grade education and getting her enrolled in an education system for her would be a priority and a struggle. She had little experience with the newest technology and culture. I learned that the only television she was ever allowed to watch was hardcore pornography. She had missed out on a big part of a young lady’s life and it was my job to re-introduce her to reality without causing any more damage to her psyche and forcing her into an actual psyche hospital for who knows how long. The only real communication the staff was having with Robbyn at this point was through writing. Robbyn was unwilling or unable to talk to them but she would write down short answers to their questions. She still remembered how to type and text and they had plans to stay in touch with her both electronically and weekly visits to our home. Vancole had provided Robbyn with pretty good medical care over the years. She was healthy, a bit pampered, and now she was safer than ever.

When I finally got to see Robbyn, I stepped into her housing room and I burst into tears and stepped up to her with my arms out. I was hopeful for a hug but she just looked down and turned her back to me. I should have known that would seem odd from a complete stranger you’ve never seen before. She was told in advance I was her father but I can understand the hesitation. I composed myself and told her that I was happy to meet her, that I loved her, and that I will spend the rest of my life helping her become the happiest girl on earth. Robbyn was a petite girl, long blonde hair, and sky blue eyes that she definitely got from me. She was a beautiful girl. She was 5’2’’ tall, a little curve in her hips, and I hate to say it but she had a solid b cup. I had never seen her before so all I was doing was sizing her up.

We stayed at the medical center for 3 more days. Robbyn didn’t speak much but she would muster out short phrases when really pressed. I got her a cell phone on day 2 that allowed her to text me if she had something to say. I made it clear to her that she could tell me whatever she wanted and if she needed to tell me though text I would be happy to hear it. Robbyn agreed to write in a journal explaining what had happened to her from the time she was taken/sold to when she was rescued on the boat. Knowing that could take weeks and/or months complete, they were sending the journal home with her to use as a diary to explain what she had gone through. Since Robbyn was reluctant to speak, they believed this would provide help and evidence to fight human sex trafficking in the future. Apparently Robbyn had written in it some already and the investigators were happy with her detail and honesty in it so they encouraged her to continue as long as she could.

Slowly we made progress and the staff thought getting her out of the center and into her own home and own room would be a good next step. It was a 6 hour drive home but I think it would be a great time to get to know each other. We hit the road the next morning at 8am. What few belongings she had were loaded into my SUV and we drove off hoping this would be a new joyous beginning. I talked, and talked, and talked for the first hour. I kept babbling about how happy I was to see her and get her home. Robbyn nodded a few times but didn’t say much. I thought I was annoying her so I turned the radio on low volume. That was something Robbyn responded to. I saw she was slightly lip singing with the old country song on the radio. Music must be a real escape for her so I turned the volume up and started singing along. She was kind of doing the same but quietly. It was the first time I felt like we were connecting since we met.

Another hour later Robbyn appeared to have fallen asleep. I glanced at her as she slept peacefully and reminded myself how lucky I was that she was alive and right where she was supposed to be.

Robbyn woke around 2pm as we pulled up to my home. It wasn’t much but it was a good little house on the outskirts of town. I owned about 20 acres or forested area around my home that I like to bow hunt on. It was perfect for me and I think it would be a great place for Robbyn to begin her new life. I grabbed her bags and escorted her into the house. I walked her to her new room which I hadn’t had time to decorate or anything. It was a spare room with a queen bed and a couple dressers. It wasn’t much but it was a safe place to sleep. I gave Robbyn some privacy to put her things away and get settled in. I went to the kitchen and stuck a pizza in the oven. I wasn’t sure if she’d like it but I assumed it was a safe bet.

When it was done cooking I knocked on Robbyns door and told her that lunch was ready and to come on out and eat. A few minutes later she emerged from her room and I almost fainted. Robbyn apparently didn’t want to wear the clothes the staff got her. She came out to the kitchen wearing a tiny pair of yoga shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top. She definitely wasn’t wearing a bra. I saw her large pointy nipples trying to pierce through her shirt. Her nipples were much larger than her breasts would suggest. I was so stunned by her clothing I stumbled over my words about the food. Robbyn sat across the table from me and looked at the plate of pizza. She didn’t move, she just looked down waiting. I told her to go ahead and eat and she cautiously picked up the pizza and nibbled on it. I wasn’t sure why she was so reluctant but I assumed meals on that boat went a lot differently. I tried to make small talk but she didn’t say much. She just nibbled on the food and occasionally nodded. After she ate about half of her pizza, it was clear she was finished. I asked her if she needed anything from the store. I told her we could go get her anything she needed like clothes, bedroom furniture, a tv, or whatever she wanted. She briefly looked at me like she wanted to talk but she didn’t. I cleaned up the plates while she sat there silently, thinking about how I could get her to communicate. Then I remembered I gave her the phone to text me, which was about the only way she would communicate at the medical facility. I said to Robbyn “Why don’t you go ahead and text me a list of things you want. ANYTHING you want, and I will try to get them for you. I want you to be comfortable and feel at home here.”Robbyn glanced at me briefly and then walked back to her new room. I finished the dishes and I sent her a text “I really want to help you adapt here, what is something you want to make you feel more comfortable. Anything at all?”

I was trying to get an open line of communication started. I did do that, just not in the way I expected. Robbyn replied to me saying “I miss Daddy.” I read that statement and I hated myself all over again. That statement really hit me in the guts as it reminded me how much I have failed her. After a moment to calm my self-hatred I replied “I understand, but I am here for you now, your real dad, and I want to make you the happiest girl in the world. I will do whatever it takes to bring you joy in life.” I meant every word of that statement. I believed I would do anything to see her smile. I was not ready for her answer.

Robbyn replied “Daddy brought me joy with his cock. I’m not taking care of it like I should be.” As angry as I should have been thinking about that old bastard fucking my brainwashed daughter for years, I couldn’t help but to find that statement a little arousing. I responded: “The only thing you should be taking care of right now is yourself. Let’s not think about his needs, let’s think about your needs. What do you need right now that doesn’t have to do with him?” I waited for several minutes before I got a reply. Robbyn said “I don’t know. I’m horny and I don’t have Daddy or any toys or Sasha. Daddy would never make me go 2 weeks without making me cum.”

Honestly, how the fuck do you respond do that? What the fuck is an appropriate response? I have counselled a lot of sex addicts but I have never heard such a blunt answer. I couldn’t help but find myself aroused at her statement but I certainly wasn’t about to go fuck her. I wanted her to feel comfortable and I knew I couldn’t overreact so I thought out my response carefully. I said “Nobody is stopping you from servicing yourself. In your room you can do whatever you want in private. Masturbation is normal, and you are welcome to do it as much as you’d like in there or in the bathroom. This is your home now, you have all the freedom.” I think she’s way beyond birds and the bees talk. Might as well talk to her like she’s an adult and see how she responds. Robbyn surprised me again by saying “I can’t cum with my hands. I need my pussy fucked by daddy’s cock or with toys.” I couldn’t help but to cringe as my cock swelled to full size under my pants. I hated myself for responding this way, but I couldn’t get the idea of a professional fuck-slut in my house that’s crazy horny. I hated it because I wasn’t thinking of her as my daughter and as a toy just like VanCole did. I didn’t know what to do to help her. I couldn’t fuck her and I didn’t have any toys… or did I? I walked back to my bedroom and went through the spare drawer at the bottom of my dresser that my last girlfriend used when she stayed over. Not much was left in there except the one thing I was looking for. I pulled out an 8” suction cup dildo that my ex Sara liked to use. She liked to take it into the shower together and stick it to the wall. She would take turns between sucking on it while I fucked her doggy style, to turning around and fucking it while sucking my dick. She always wanted to have a 3 way with a guy and that was how she fantasized about it. It was a slender dong. It beat me a little by length but I had the advantage in girth. I held up the dong and snapped a picture of it. I sent the pic to Robbyn with the message “If it would help, my old girlfriend left this behind. You can have it if you want.” Less than 10 seconds passed before Robbyn replied “Yes please”

I walked down the hall and with a comical thud I suctioned the dong to the outside of Robbyn’s door. As I walked by I said to the door “It’s all yours.” I walked out to the living room and sat in my recliner. I heard her door open, the distinct sound of the dong being plopped off the door, then the door shut again right away. I was hard as a rock knowing what was about to happen in there. I got a message from Robbyn that said “do I have to be quiet? Daddy likes it when I talk dirty and it helps me get off when I do.” I read that message and I could feel precum ooze from my restrained cock. I replied “No baby, this is your house, you can make as much noise as you want and say anything you want to.” With that, I walked into my room which was more soundproof, and I laid on my bed. I turned on my television and turned up the volume. I told myself I wasn’t supposed to hear what was coming although my dick was excited to find out.

I can’t even remember what show I was watching. I was staring at the TV and couldn’t see or hear anything other than the thoughts in my head. My dick was hard and ready and my conscious was telling me to stop being a perverted piece of shit. Ultimately my smaller head was winning out. I couldn’t stop myself from slowly, one number at a time lowering the volume of the TV. I had only been in my room a couple minutes but it felt like hours by the time the TV was muted and I finally heard sound coming from Robbyn’s room. Our rooms were not directly next to each other thankfully as a closet and a bathroom separate them. I heard the unmistakable sounds of Robbyn talking. I couldn’t exactly hear what she was saying, but it sounded to be in a provocative tone. Against my better judgement I stood and walked to the nearest wall to her room to hear better. “I’m so sorry Daddy, I haven’t been there for you. Your poor balls must be so full and sore.” I heard Robby say before hearing the unmistakable sound of slurping and sucking.

I couldn’t resist anymore. I freed my cock and gripped it with a firm hand. I did the slowest couple pumps and felt a large glob of precum ooze out the tip and free fall to the floor. My cock was so hard I couldn’t remember a time it had been so excited. I felt the guilt and self-hate for just a moment before hearing Robbyn moan and say “Yes Daddy, oh yes that feels good. Babygirl hasn’t been fucked in a while and I’m extra tight. I have missed your cock so much.” Followed by grunts and moaning. I’m not usually a two pump chump but I blew my load right then. I pumped and pumped and I feel like I poured out a gallon. I looked down and realized I had painted the wall and the hardwood in my bedroom with one of the largest loads I have ever seen fly from this dick. The inevitable regret started creeping into my head. “I wish Sasha was here, I know how happy your little cum sluts make you Daddy” I heard her say. I was shocked at the vocabulary. She hadn’t said but a sentence to anyone in the last few weeks but she’s such an advanced dirty talker. I stood frozen with my dick out as I listened for another couple minutes as she built up her moans and groans before her approaching orgasm hit. She was talking much louder as she got closer. She grunted “That’s it Daddy I’m gonna cum on your cock. I’ve missed you so much. Please cum with me. Drain your balls into your horny little cumslut… Oh... Oh… Oh yeah Daddy I’m Cumming, IM CUMMING!!!...” I heard Robbyn grunt hard several times as she rode the waves of her orgasm until she went silent. That was undoubtedly the hottest thing I have ever listened to. Although my dick was full hardness again, I forced myself to tuck him away and calm myself.

I laid back down on my bed and heard my phone chirp. I had a message from Robbyn that read “Thank you. Can I keep this? I will probably need to cum a couple more times today. Can I get more toys? “ My dick lurched. I couldn’t believe her bluntness. It took me a bit to compose my words right but I responded “Of course you can keep it. Take all the time you need to do your business. Again, this is your house and you can do whatever makes you happy and feel at home. What other toys are you wanting?” I waited several agonizing seconds for her response. I was so hung on messages from her I felt like I was watching paint dry. Eventually I got her message and I couldn’t believe how advanced her knowledge of sex toys was. For some reason I had thought she was living in a cave all this time but it seemed as if she was living a porn-stars life. The Message read “I want a buttplug, a big one, daddy made us wear them every other day and I love the way it makes me feel so full and sexy. I also want a dildo that squirts fake cum. Daddy liked it when we played with it when making videos for him when he wasn’t around. I miss real cum. I also want a vibrator I can wear and control with this phone. Daddy got us some and teased us a lot. I miss the feeling of it. I don’t have any money but I can make some. Daddy says I make him lots of money when Sasha and me do things in front of his camera. I always liked it when he got the camera and told us to be extra naughty.”

That was a lot to digest. For one, she knows what she wants and I don’t think I should tell her no but I couldn’t possibly buy my own daughter such kinky toys knowing what she was going to do with them right? Second, she offered to pay for stuff making sexy videos. I was not going to let that happen, but who am I to tell her not to do something that it seems she really likes to do? I certainly didn’t know all the answers for her but I simply answered “I will see what I can do. But right now I want to go to the store and get some groceries. Would you like to go with me? You don’t have to. You can stay here if you want. What would you like for breakfast tomorrow?” I thought shifting the conversation would help rest my libido. I was hoping she might like to go see other people and open up her freedoms a little.

Robbyn replied in a text “I don’t think I am ready to leave here yet. I really just want to cum again I am still horny. You said I can use the shower so I might do that next. I don’t usually eat breakfast other than Daddy’s cum. That was one of my most important jobs was to wake him up every morning at 7am with a blowjob. I never failed him until now. If I can’t have daddy cum for breakfast I might just eat some fruit.”

Fuck…fuck fuck fuck… I couldn’t handle this. Everything about this girl was a perfectly made sex goddess. I cringed knowing it was trained into her for years but I couldn’t help but get aroused by the results. I was so hard and it was the very first day here. I collected my awful thoughts and replied to her as appropriately as I could. I said “Sweetheart, I will get you what I can for now but I will let you get whatever you think is best for you. I will set you up on my online shopping account and you can order whatever you’d like without having to go out shopping. The items will just arrive in the mail after two days. You will have an allowance to spend as you please on clothes, personal items, or whatever you want. You will not have to earn this money, it is simply a gift from a father to their daughter. Does that seem okay to you?” She responded quickly “yes that will be really good. I need clothes too. So many things are changing and I want to feel comfortable here.” That was her first real indicator that she wanted to be here and I can’t help but feel a bit proud at the moment. I responded “That’s great news. I really want you to feel comfortable here too. This is your new home now. I’m going to go run a few errands. I will be back in less than an hour. Take your time and explore the house as you wish. If you need anything you can call or text me and I can be back here in less than 5 minutes. Okay?” Robbyn responded “okay, can I cum while youre gone? Daddy didn’t like us cumming without his permission when he wasn’t there.” Just when I thought the conversation was steering clear of sex, she brought it right back. I finally made it as clear as I could. I said “YES of course you can. You can do whatever makes you feel good. It is your house, and it’s your body. You don’t need permission to make your body feel good. In fact when you are here alone you can do it anywhere in the house however you want to. I’m leaving now for an hour so explore all you’d like.” I gathered my things and left the house. Robbyn sent me a “thanks” message as I went down the road.

Shopping was impossible. My brain was scrambled as I walked through the produce at the market. Thinking I was looking at breakfast foods that were second best to 61 year old man’s cum to my daughter as the ideal meal. I looked at the bananas and couldn’t get kinky images from my head. I eventually gathered a variety of fruits and continued my mindless shopping. I checked out and loaded the groceries into my truck. I heard “Hey Jason… I heard your daughter was finally found. I’m so happy for you.” I turned to see one of my previous clients. Her name was Rachel. She was once a junkie that worked as a prostitute through the early 2000’s. She was just a white girl being passed around by her black dealers and turning tricks to support her habit for years. Given my past I was always very sympathetic to her situation and I helped her in her recovery efforts. She was one of my regular clients that showed up to NA and AA meetings every week for continued support. She has always been flirty with me but I don’t sleep with my clients. She was kind of pretty for a 45 year old with a rough life but she was a pleasant person to be around and she was a strong supporter in the group. She was roughly 5’2’’ tall and a little heafty around the mid-section. She had a big ass and rather small boobs but I’m not really much of a boob man anyhow. My favorite thing about the female body is the look of a great ass and the treasures it protects. I chatted with Rachel for a few minutes giving her vague answers about Robbyn. I wasn’t ready to talk in depth about her condition, certainly with a client but I did have one question I wanted answers. I asked Rachel in a long winded overly complicated way where a person could purchase personal massagers and such. Really I wanted to know if any place local sold sex toys to get for my daughter but I couldn’t exactly say that. If anyone trustworthy would tell me confidentially it was Rachel.

By the time Rachel caught on to what I was saying she had a bit of a giggle. She observed my obvious discomfort. “Jason, no need to feel embarrassed. There is a little shop down by the old train station downtown. It’s a bit sketchy but the items they sell are top quality. I used to work in the back booths years ago. I don’t go in there very often anymore but I see lots of the members from our group regularly. It’s the only place around here that sells the quality USA made toys and not Chinese junk.” Rachel could see my wheels turning. It was obvious I wanted to get some shopping done there but risking being seen by a member of the group would be bad. Bless her heart she saw my conundrum and offered “Jason, don’t feel embarrassed, but I can keep a secret. If you want me to go in and get you something I will so you don’t have to go in there. I mean it, I’ll get you anything. You know I don’t judge.” I less than convincingly declined her offer and acted as if it was about to leave. She responded “I’m serious. What is it you want? A dildo? Anal lube? A vibrator? Some DVD’s? I’ve always wondered what a man like you wanted. If you want your dick sucked in the booth you’d have to go in for that.” She looked at me quizzically with a serious non-judgmental look but I was retracting. I blurted out “I wouldn’t go in there for that” without any more context. Rachel reached out and grabbed my arm and looked me right in the eyes with those “stop pretending and tell me what you want” eyes. If I was ever going to actually get anything, I needed to be honest for a minute. I looked down and asked meekly “no judgement and no questions asked?” Rachel replied “Of course, we all have needs, even you. What do you want me to get you?”

I slowly gave Rachel the order as requested by Robbyn without telling her who the items were for. Rachel only asked one follow up question, she asked “How big of a plug?” as she dug through her purse. I didn’t know how to say BIG without sounding foolish. Rachel then pulled out two metal buttplugs from her purse. My eyes widened and I looked around to see who may be seeing what we were doing. Rachel said “They come in a few different sizes. I sleep with this one (as she held up a small metal plug with a pink gem on the end), and I wear this one when I want to really feel frisky or when we are in our meetings (she displayed the much larger one, roughly as round as a plumb) and the one I have in now is somewhere in the middle. It’s a better size for daily activities.” I couldn’t speak. It was too much at that moment. She wears plugs to our meetings? I would be lying if I didn’t look at her with a little arousal now. I simply nodded towards the larger one. She was totally professional about the verbal exchange. She told me it would cost about $150 for everything. I gave her $200 in cash and told her to keep the change for the favor. We arranged to meet at a park around the block from the shop. I went there and waited. I felt nervous like I was doing something criminal and thought I was going to get caught. I felt like I was a drug mule again. The thrill was exciting, but it made me feel uncomfortable.

20 minutes went by before Rachel met me. I was feeling awkward about the exchange when she handed me the bag of sex toys that I knew my daughter would be fucking soon enough. Rachel told me that the owner gave her a discount for being a former employee so she got something extra for me. I didn’t dare open the bag and stuffed it in the back seat. Rachel said to me “You know Jason, I’m not here to judge you, but if you were wanting to go there for some head you don’t need to. If you ever want your dick sucked just text me. I owe you a lot for your help in my recovery and I would love you show your cock my appreciation no questions asked. Spare me with the councilor mumbo jumbo about relapse before you even say it. Just know, if your balls ever start to ache, you can blow your load down my throat. Nothing more than one friend helping out another that has done so much for me. Have fun with your toys and I hope to see you at our meetings soon.” With that, Rachel got in her car and left. I had been so professional and maintained strict rules with my clients. But my daughter’s presence has awakened something in me. Something dark and kinky. I wanted to face-fuck Rachel right then and that was a thought I would have never had before. I need to get myself under control and I didn’t know how.

When I got home I walked in the house with arms full of groceries and the bag of sex toys. As soon as I walked in I smelled the distinct aroma of pussy. The smell of sex was in the air and knowing it was caused by Robbyn fucking my ex’s dildo made me instantly harder. I’m glad jeans do decent at hiding an aroused cock despite the discomfort. I didn’t see or hear Robbyn but her door was shut. I walked into the kitchen and set down the bags. I texted Robbyn that I was home and that I get her something. She replied “I’m really sorry I made a mess. I don’t usually squirt and I couldn’t control it.“ Yup, I need to jack off. I needed to nut because everything happening this day is making my dick go crazy and her openly telling me this is making me go nuts. I walked down the hall to my room and dropped the bag at her door saying “it’s okay, these are for you” as I walked past. I stepped into my bedroom and the aroma of sex was extra strong in there. Then I saw it. I saw the wetness on the top of my bed and pillows. I saw the distinct ring from the suction base of the dildo on my headboard. My daughter had stuck the dido to my headboard and fucked it on my bed before cumming all over the place I sleep. I whipped my dick out as I approached my bed and beat it like a mad man. Seconds later I made an audible grunt and blew my load onto the bed’s wet spot left by my daughter. It felt like my balls would never stop pumping. My knees were weak as the goo finally stopped and I stumbled back into a chair I kept in the corner. I must have passed out from pure sexual exhaustion.

I opened my eyes and took a moment to register where I was as it was now dark outside and in my room. I was feeling oddly comfortable with empty balls and a relaxed body. I found my phone in my pocket and read through the messages I had from Robbyn. I also had a couple photo messages from her. The first message, based on the time was right after I passed out a couple hours ago. The message read “Are you mad at me? I’m sorry. If you want to punish me I understand. I was just so horny and you said I could do it anywhere in the house while you were gone.” That statement actually stung a little. I didn’t want her thinking I was mad at her. The next message was a photo. It was a photo of a cylinder with three different inserts. I instantly recognized them as a pocket pussy kit. That must have been what Rachel meant by getting me something. I should have looked in the bag before I dropped it at her door and letting my animal instincts take over. The inserts were of a vagina, an anus, and a mouth. The message read “This is for you dad. It makes me feel more comfortable knowing I’m not the only one getting off here.” Two things about that message hit me. First, that was the first time she referred to me as Dad, and she said she was feeling more comfortable here. As fucked up as the circumstances were, a tear formed in my eye. It might be unorthodox progress, but it was progress. The next photo was what was really confusing. It was a photo of my bedding in a pile in front of the washing machine. I looked up and realized my bedding was gone. Robbyn must have come in and removed the bedding while I was napping. The horror hit me that I never put my dick away after I sat down. Robbyn had been in my room while I sat there snoozing with my spent dick hanging out. Worst of all the message on the photo said “I’m really sorry, I will wash them for you. You can always save your cum for my breakfast instead of wasting it on the bed if you want.” I want to say that this girl no longer surprises me or shocks me but that would be a lie. I guess a girl raised having cum for breakfast every morning might not look at the taboo situation that statement made. I was actively trying to make excuses in my head to make sense of all this. The last message from Robbyn said “I washed the bedding and folded them. I’m really sorry. I didn’t want to wake you so I placed everything in front of your door. I’m exhausted and I’m going to sleep. Goodnight Dad.” That little tear re-appeared as I looked past everything a realized my long lost daughter was finally home resting her sweet little head.

I opened my door and found my bedding folded neatly. On top the bedding was the pocket pussy and the attachments. Of course they were. That’s a little embarrassing but I’ve always wanted to try one and never had the guts to consider buying one. Given my new revved sex drive I might actually need it to get through my day. I made my bed and went to the kitchen for a snack and a beer. I had forgotten about dinner but saw that Robbyn had made a sandwich. Thankfully she fed herself while her idiot father was sleeping off an incest fueled jackoff session. Before heading to bed myself I decided to check in on Robbyn knowing I would probably be shocked by what I saw in there. I cracked her door open to look inside. Robbyn was sleeping soundly under the covers. The room was well kept and I didn’t see any toys around her room. The only thing I saw was her journal on the desk. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to read it or not but I felt I needed to. I needed to understand her at a deeper level. I didn’t think it would be violating her trust like a diary, but in this moment I needed to read it.

I walked to the table and grabbed the journal. I bent and gave Robbyn a brief kiss in her head. Damn she smelled good. The room smelled like sex, but I was full of fatherly love at that moment. That was the first contact we had ever made.

I went to my office across the hall from Robbyn’s room and opened the journal. Robbyn had been busy in the journal as she had written over a hundred pages of entries. I sat and read everything she had written. For the next several hours my emotions shifted from guilt, to sadness, to anger, to arousal, to guilt again. For better or worse, I viewed my daughter’s life through her mind.

Robbyn had a really rough childhood. She loved her mother Trish but suffered abuse because of that dumb cunt. Robbyn knew she had a father but Trish had told her I was in prison for the rest of my life. Trish moved Robbyn around all over the country living the drug fueled life she was accustomed to. Robbyn explained that her mother was a prostitute and serviced john’s in front of her regularly. Robbyn said guys would pay more money if she was present to watch her mom get fucked. Robbyn remembered when Trish sold her to traffickers in Florida. Robbyn remembers feeling abandoned by Trish and never saw her again. She didn’t know she had OD’d the day after her sale until she was rescued from the boat and she was told about me. Robby talked about going to a camp in Venezuela with dozens of other girls to be “trained” by a handful of men. Robbyn learned then that being quiet and willing to do anything they asked earned extra treatment. Robbyn said she learned to be a good dick sucker and that really helped her get through the training. Robbyn had a low gag reflex and learned from her mother how important being a good cocksucker was. Robbyn was so good at sucking cock everyone started calling her Bobbin Robbyn as a compliment. Robbyn said the girls were graded based on their sexual abilities and willingness. Robbyn had a high grade because she was an eager cocksucker who loved to swallow cum, she loved sex and had an amped sex drive, she allowed her ass to be stretched and learned to enjoy anal sex, and she was willing to get kinky with other girls. She was graded an A for her sexual score and a B for her attractiveness. Robbyn said girls that didn’t grade well were often punished and sold to mean men. She trained herself to love sex so getting purchased by a nice man was increased. Robbyn said she was graded lower on appearance because she didn’t develop big boobs and some men didn’t like her long nipples. All the trainers or “daddies” at this camp used condoms during sex with all of them but she was expected swallow cum no less than 3 times a day. Robbyn said she learned that she liked the older daddies cum the most. The younger daddies never had enough flavor for her particular taste. Robbyn and Sasha were purchased by VanCole as a pair. VanCole was impressed with Robbyn’s ability to deepthroat his cock and he liked the way Sasha and Robbyn connected sexually. Robbyn said VanCole (She always referred to him as MY DADDY) was impressed with the way Sasha and Robbyn genuinely cared for each other. Robbyn explained how adapting to life on the Yacht was difficult at first. VanCole had very strict rules for them. They had to wax their pussies every week, they were expected to dress like hookers all the time, they were the maids on the boat and had a strict schedule, Robbyn was so good at sucking dick she was his personal cock sucking alarm clock, and many other strict rules if they ever went to shore. They were rarely allowed entertainment other than the radio and they were required to watch porn of his choosing when he felt the need. He got them both on birth control that was inserted in them, the kind that lasts up to 5 years. Robbyn said VanCole loved to watch her and Sasha fuck each other. He trained them to use every toy imaginable but her favorite was a double headed dong and her favorite thig to do was share it with Sasha ass to ass while sucking VanCole’s dick. The girls were not allowed to speak to anyone without his permission but they were encouraged to talk dirty during sex. VanCole rarely hurt them but he would slap them if they did not comply with his rules. Robbyn said VanCole had friends over at least once a month and allowed his friend, up to 6 at a time, to fuck her and Sasha. Robbyn said VanCole sometimes fucked them after all the other men. Apparently fucking a worn out pussy full of other guys cum is arousing to him. What shocked me most was that Robbyn actually loved this lifestyle. She loved Sasha and she loved VanCole. She loved being a cumslut and she didn’t realize she was a prisoner. She viewed VanCole as the man who saved her from the camp in Venezuela. Robbyn was truly a nympho cumslut, loved being treated as one, and she is obviously confused why the life she enjoyed was taken from her. The journal was not complete yet, but I felt I understand Robbyn at a much deeper lever. Tears were pouring down my face as I returned the journal and gave her one more kiss on the head before retiring to my room for sleep. It was right then I promised myself to do whatever necessary for Robbyn to live her happiest life.

I woke up to the sound of moaning. I sat up in my bed confused for a moment before the reality dawned on me. Robbyn was in the shower, I could hear her moan and the water running. “Fuck Yeah Daddy… I love your cock Daddy.” My cock instantly plumped and I knew I needed to drain it before the day got any further. It was then the pocket pussy on the dresser caught my attention. Fuck it, why not right? I grabbed the mouth shaped sleeve, poured a little lube from my bedside in it, and worked my swollen cock in as Robbyn was on the other side of the wall moaning. Honestly, the sleeve felt really great. I have no idea why I hadn’t bought one before then. I heard “Daddy what hole do you want to cum in… They’re all yours.” Yeah, that got me close. Then she grunted “I’m cumming on your cock again daddy.” Her grunts pushed me right to the breaking point as I heard her ride out her orgasm. I kept stroking and then heard the water turn off. I froze because the water was no longer masking the sounds of the slippery toy gliding across my cock. I needed to cum so bad that I almost said fuck it and kept going but I stayed froze. I heard Robbyn step out of the shower, towel off, then exit the bathroom and enter her room. Four or five jerks is all it took before I unloaded my again full balls. I did some advance thinking this time and had a towel handy to catch the mess. That pocket pussy was really pretty great. As I got cleaned up I heard noise in the kitchen. I wanted to shower before the day started but I wanted to say hello to Robbyn first and make sure she was okay after last night. I pulled up my pajama pants, put on a modest t-shirt and walked out.

I walked into the kitchen and said “good morning” as Robbyn came into view standing at the sink. I froze and couldn’t move. Robbyn glanced at me then back down to the sink and froze. She was washing her toys. She had the dong I gave her and one I hadn’t seen before in the sink. Washing dildos isn’t what surprised me, it was her choice of outfit that did. Robbyn was wearing a white skirt that was no more than 9 inches top to bottom. The bottoms of her ass were just barely hanging out. A bright pink g-string ran up and out the skirt before circling her waist above her skirt and she was wearing a skin tight strapless shirt that did nothing more that cover her boobs and wrap around her back leaving her stomach bare. She looked fucking HOT. Robbyn froze and looked down like she does. I needed to act quickly and make her feel comfortable in her house. Even if she was dressed like a hooker while washing dildos this was her home and her safest place. I blinked and approached her from behind. She didn’t flinch and she didn’t look scared, just submissive. I stood behind her and briefly kissed (in a fatherly way) the top of her head and said again “good morning” before turning to the coffee pot and started preparing it to brew. Robbyn glance at me and we made the briefest eye contact. That only lasted until I saw her long pointy nipples trying to pierce through her shirt. Damn it! When I looked back at her face she turned back to the sink with just the tiniest smile on her face and she continued to wash the dildo as before. This was a comfortable moment for us and it actually felt kind of right. When the pot started to brew I turned to Robbyn again and I couldn’t help but admire that beautiful behind of hers. The problem is that my cock was swelling again and the pajama pants couldn’t contain it at all. I needed to get out of there. I walked past Robbyn and announced that I was gonna take a shower before cooking breakfast.

I stormed into the bathroom and jumped in the shower. I kept the water cold and calmed my dick. I knew the day would be a struggle. After my shower I dressed in tight jeans and a long shirt that covered my waist. Robbyn was in the kitchen when I got back. She was drinking coffee and looking at her phone at the table in that wonderful FUCK ME outfit. I tried to make small talk with her but she didn’t respond much. I cooked bacon and eggs with a bowl of fresh fruit cut up. I served Robbyn a plate of food and she nibbled around it a little. She ate the fruit but didn’t barely touch the bacon and eggs. She glanced at me occasionally and nodded to some of my questions but didn’t say anything. She seemed overly occupied with her phone. It was her first smart phone and a 19 year old girl is expected to be attached to it. When I was finishing my plate Robbyn yelped. I looked at her surprised and her bulging eyes were staring at her phone. She yelped again and I heard what sounded like a small vibration sound. Then again and again. Robbyn was frantically tapping buttons on her phone and looked destressed. She looked at me and my obvious face of concern must have got her attention. “Help” she said meekly and handed me her phone. When I looked at the screen I almost started laughing. It was an app for a Bluetooth vibrator. She must have the vibrator in her and she cannot figure out how to stop it. I navigated the settings and turned it off just seconds after she let out a yelp and groan of obvious pleasure. She was panting a little and wide eyed as I turned the phone to her and showed her what buttons activate and deactivate the device. She looked embarrassed but I wasn’t going to allow that. Embracing the awkwardness of the situation I said “Good thing it didn’t stay on until the battery died. Would’ve scrambled the eggs a second time.” It was a poor attempt at a joke but Robbyn cracked a small genuine smile. I handed the phone back to Robbyn and collected the dishes on the table to dispose of them. My phone chirped and it was a message from Robbyn that said “thanks for the save. I’m still learning apps. Will you download it and control it? Give it a little buzz from time to time. When it’s unexpected it’s much better.” I swallowed hard and tried to collect my thoughts. How could I justify this? I was going to cave ultimately so I just skipped to the end. I looked at Robbyn over my shoulder and said “I suppose I could do that, go get the instructions from the box so I can link it.” Again I saw that beautiful little smile on her face. She stood and walked to her room. I watched her walk away and my dick stirred. I was in real libido trouble. I needed help. It would be hard to explain what was happening to anyone who wouldn’t assume the worst. I don’t want to lust for her but I can’t help it. Robbyn came back a minute later and set the instructions on the table.

Just then my phone rang. It was a number I didn’t recognize. I answered it and a man with a strong middle eastern accent was on the other end. It was Sasha’s Uncle who is her caregiver now. Basically he was having trouble getting Sasha to communicate and when she would, all she wanted to do was talk to Robbyn. I thought this would be a great idea for the two of them to talk so we set up video chat on their phones and set them up to video chat. Robbyn was almost in tears when Sasha’s face came on the screen. The two of them didn’t really talk and I assumed it was because of my or her uncle’s presence. I suggested to her uncle that we give them privacy. He agreed and I decided to leave the house for a bit and allow Robbyn to speak to Sasha freely without being confined to her room. I told her to call or message me if she had any questions before I left. Right as I was about to walk out Robbyn held out the instructions for the toy she had in her twat. She really did want me to use it. I took the instructions and left in my truck. I drove around for few minutes lost in my thoughts. I didn’t know what to do. I needed help and only one person came to mind that felt I could confide in.

I called Rachel. She was more than excited to hear from me. She answered the phone with a “Thank you for calling, I was worried I scared you off.” She agreed to meet me with me and invited me over to her place. When I got there, I was less than impressed with it. It was a small studio apartment is a lower quality part of town. It was amazing that she hasn’t relapsed living in that environment. Rachel was wearing yoga pants and a form fitting t-shirt. Yoga pants looked pretty good on that fat giggly ass of hers. She sensed my internal conflict and encouraged me to talk to her. Rachel re-assured me she was the most trustworthy and non-judgmental person I know. She knew I was stressed and needed to talk. I spilled my guts to her. I told Rachel everything. I told her about the journal, the urges I was having, and my struggle with the temptations. When I was finished telling my darkest secret I exhaled a huge sigh of relief. Something about telling someone you believe to be trustworthy a huge life secret feels relieving. Rachel approached me and embraced me in a tight hug. I needed that. I sobbed a little and melted into the physical contact. I was weak, and she cared for that moment of weakness. We bonded right then that I haven’t experienced before.

“You’re in a tough spot Jason, uncharted waters, and nobody on earth would know how to navigate that” Rachel said. She was right of course. Rachel offered to come over to my house to meet with Robbyn. Rachel believed a female may encourage Robbyn to communicate and adapt to her new home. I had nothing to lose so I agreed. I held up the instructions for the vibrator app and looked at Rachel quizzically. “Do it, and have some fun with it. No shame playing her games and enjoying yourself. Just know where the line is to be drawn, or not. If you play her games she will be more trusting.” Rachel really made a good point and it made me feel less guilty. “I cant fuck her” I said out loud. Rachel responded with “then find a way to control yourself on your own terms. If that’s where you draw the line, then find a way to get relief before it gets to that point. I nodded in agreement and I was glad to have a partner to help tackle this overwhelming pressure.

I downloaded the app and the device linked through WiFi. I hadn’t realized that was possible. I instructed the app to give the vibrator a few short bursts. A moment later I got a message from Robbyn that said “yes.” I txt Robbyn asking if she would like to meet my lady friend. I said another female would make the place feel like a more comfortable environment. Robbyn replied “that would be okay. Im gonna take the vibrator out for just a bit so I can ride my dildo. Are you going to be back soon?” Rachel was looking over my shoulder as I read that message. “Wow, you poor man. That’s gotta be tough on you.” I gave her the “that’s why I’m here asking for help” look. I texted Robbyn back “We will be there in 30 minutes. Is that okay?” Robbyn responded “Yes, I can definitely cum before then. Sasha said we can do it together on video. Do you want me to change before your friend sees me? “ I was breathing heavy reading the message. Rachel read it over my shoulder, let out a small moan and said “No, let her be comfortable in her house. She can wear whatever makes her feel comfy.”

As I typed out that response Rachel walked around me and knelt between my legs. She reached out and grabbed my hard cock trapped in my jeans. I jerked and tried to withdraw but she cut me off. “You poor thing. This is torture for you. Just shut up and let me drain you. You’ll feel better and be more focused.” I was defeated. She already knew everything. I finally gave up, laid back against the couch and stopped resisting. Rachel unsnapped my pants and with expert precision, pulled out my hard dick without scraping the zipper. She shimmied my pants and boxers down to my ankles. I lifted my ass just enough to assist. Rachel stroked my cock slowly and said “You have a nice cock Jason, and these poor balls are so full.” She used her other hand to massage my balls gently. I groaned in approval. “Are you a heavy cummer Jason. Are you going to blow a big load for me?” I groaned louder. I was so excited that I was ready to blow already and she knew it. I was so aroused and so sensitive that it would happen very fast. I nodded my head yes. A big blob of precum was oozing out the tip. Rachel slurped the tip and swallowed the glob. I was not going to last another second and she knew it. Rachel blurted out “Feed me a big load for breakfast daddy” and she pushed my dick into the back of her mouth. Her words and only a couple head bobs caused me to unleash. I almost shouted when I shot stream after stream of hot cum into her mouth. Rachel was an expert cocksucker and didn’t let a drop spill. She swallowed as fast as I could pump it in her. When I was just about spent she pushed my dick all the way in and I felt it poke into her throat. She waited like that for a moment so every last dribble drained into her throat. She slowly withdrew from my cock and slurped out any remaining cum I had left. I felt like she sucked the soul right out of me. She looked at me and a huge smile crept across her face. She spoke first and said “I thought that little role play would help and it clearly did. And you do cum a lot even for your second load today.” Rachel stood up and composed herself. I said “Thank You.” As I tucked away my dick and zipped my pants.