Spreading for teacher(19)

"I'll try harder, Jack. Honest! I want to be better than any woman you ever had!"

"You will be if you keep up the practice sessions like you have been. No, it's not anything like that. You know I told you I made a thousand bucks off the basketball game?"

She nodded, not trusting her voice. She sensed what was coming and didn't like it one bit.

"I put it back into bets. And, well, I bet more than the grand. I lost close to two thousand."

"You told me you had the money." She was suddenly suspicious of him. This was a different tune he was singing than when she'd come in. But why should he lie to her? Didn't he love her as much as she loved him?

Sure he did!

"It's gone. And I owe a lot of bread to other bookies. Look, just this one time, will you help me out of a jam?"

"Tell me about it." She was thinking of the prior times she'd helped him. There didn't seem to be any end to the favors he asked. Yet, she couldn't really complain. Balling the basketball player had been great and even letting Ears fuck her hadn't been that bad.

In a way, Ears had touched something hidden in her. He'd stirred an elemental passion even Jack missed. But she put that out of her head. She had to concentrate on what her lover was saying.

"… there's this other bookie, see? And I owe him a bundle. He'll lay it off, maybe even forget it, in return for a very, very special favor. And that's where you come in."

She said nothing. Fawn wasn't sure she trusted herself to answer anything he said. She wanted to say no, but knew if she opened her mouth, her emotions would instantly answer yes for her.

"Okay. Ben's coming over and he wants to ball you. That's one reason I shaved your snatch. He gets off on young girls – very young girls."

"What do you want me to do?"

He leaned forward and kissed her, his breath almost overpowering with the bourbon. "I knew I could count on you, darling. Ben wants to playact that you're his daughter. You act like you're his kid, then, well, then you just let him fuck you."

"That's it?" It sounded so easy.

"That's all there is to it. And it'll help me out of a big jam. A jam to the tune of a couple thousand bucks."

She couldn't believe Jack. It seemed incredible that any man would pay two thousand dollars just to screw his own daughter, or to screw someone pretending to be his daughter. But if Jack said it was true, it must be.

He had no reason to lie to her. None at all.

"I'll do it, Jack. This one time only. You've got to promise me you'll stop betting, though. It's ruining your life."

"All right. For you, darling, I'll stop betting." She missed the cunning gleam in his eyes. He kissed her again and continued, "Want another drink before the old geezer gets here?"

"No. I'm okay. Just you…" Her words were cut off by a timid knocking at the door.

Jack hastily rose from the bed and blew her a kiss as he left the room. "Just go along with anything Ben wants and it'll be over quick."

Fawn wondered. She lay back letting the softness of the bedspread comfort her. The fur soothed her jangled nerves. It was ridiculous getting so uptight over having still another man fuck her. The idea of acting out a little scene when she didn't know the script was the thing bothering her the most.

She needn't have worried. Ben supplied her with all the clues from the very instant he walked in the room.

She looked up and saw a small, middle-aged man standing in the doorway. His hair was peppered with grey, a grey that Fawn thought was very dignified. In a way, it made him incredibly sexy. She moaned and rubbed over her snatch, deciding this might not be too bad a gig after all.

"What are you doing up so late?" the man demanded.

"Oh, nothing. I was just…"

"You were reading, weren't you? You were reading those dirty books I told you were forbidden. Don't lie to me!"

"Okay. I was." Fawn wondered if she should call him Daddy, then decided against it.

"Show me the books. I don't want any daughter of mine reading such filth. And you only twelve years old!"

"Oh, Daddy!" the words leaked from between her lips. She quickly raced on, suddenly conscious of her nakedness. "I got rid of them. All of them."

"I think you're lying. My God, look at the shameless way you're exposing your lush, young body to me. Me, your very own father! It's a disgrace."

"Not really. I think I have a very nice body. Don't you like it?"

She sat up on the bed and took one tit in each hand. She pressed up from under the huge globes so that the nipples pointed at the man. He seemed to be reacting. She caught a faint movement in the area of his crotch. Smiling, she squeezed down on her nipples.