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It only took a couple of minutes and she was fast asleep in my arms. I just sat and held her, relishing the moment. I contemplated what I might do for her if she were willing to leave her abusive pimp. After reflecting for a while I scooped her up and carried her to my bed. I laid her gently on the bed and pulled the covers up to her neck. I went and did my thing in the bathroom and slid into bed next to her. I popped on the TV as I usually do but thought better of it and turned it back off as well as the light. I scooted up next to my little Princess and pulled her up against me. After just laying there enjoying the scent of her freshly washed hair and the warmth of her lithe body against mine I moved my hand under the jersey and felt her smooth, young skin. I rubbed her belly gently and then worked my way up to her breast, cupping it gently. I then brushed the nipple and it responded almost instantly. Her breathing was becoming heavier, but not from arousal, but rather the deepness of her sleep. I thought about how exhausted she must be coming from the street, selling her body to survive. It had to be survival, it certainly wasn’t living. I dozed off myself, cupping her breast. Suddenly I was startled awake by my little guest as she sat bolt upright gasping a huge breath, as if startled. She was sweating and shivering in a panicked state. She was shouting, “Where am I? Where am I?” Once I realized what was happening I sat up and hugged her to me trying to comfort her. I could feel her shivering and the cold sweat that blanketed her frail body. I Escort Şişli whispered in her ear, “It’s OK, Princess, Daddy’s got you. It’s OK.” She started to relax, realizing where she was. I turned on the light and brushed her hair away from her face and asked her if she was alright. “I didn’t know where I was. I guess I freaked out or had a nightmare or something.” I turned the light on low so she could see where she was. She was still shaking. I held her tighter. “Wow, that was a pisser, ” she said. I told her to take off her nightshirt as it was almost soaked. I reached in one of the nightstand drawers and retrieved a towel kept for “clean-up, etc.” “Here, let me dry you off, you’re soaked” I patted her face and chest and rubbed the towel across her back. Her breathing was back to normal now and she thanked me. “Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked, sitting there unabashedly naked. “When I saw you on the street tonight you were so beautiful and vulnerable looking I had to take you away from there. If I had told you I wanted to rescue you, you’d have told me to fuck off on no uncertain terms. Am I right?” “Yeah. So you don’t want to fuck me? You want me to play like I’m your daughter or something?” “Well, after you fell asleep in my lap on the couch, I just sat there holding you and thinking.” “About what?” she interrupted. “Well, let me finish and I’ll tell you.” “‘K.” “I hate to see young ladies like you get swallowed up by the streets. In fact I’ll bet you didn’t have much of a father if you had one around at all, aside from the sperm Sultangazi escort donor, that is. I’d also be willing to bet that your mother was probably a worthless piece of crap herself. Am I right?” “Two for two.” “Well, how would you like a hand up? Not a hand out, a hand up. It’s a little perverted, but I’d like to play Daddy for you. And, in return, I help you get on your feet. How does that sound?” “But, what about the asshole that thinks he owns me?” “If you don’t go back there, chances are he’ll never find you. In the meantime, you’ll live here as my “daughter.” And I fingered the quotation marks in the air. “But, you’ll have to work for your keep, and I don’t mean on your back. You’ll have chores to do and when you’re clean enough we’ll see about school or a job, OK?” “But, I don’t even know you. What if you’re some kind of perverted ax murderer or something? I mean you make it sound great, but what about your friends? Won’t they ask questions?” “Well, you’ll be a friends daughter. Rough times and all that, so you came to stay with me while your mom gets her shit back together. No one will be the wiser. I do have one question for you though.” “What’s that?” “What’s your name, little one? I have to call you something other than Princess.” “Sonya, I mean…Stephanie, Sonya was my street name.” “Well, Stephanie, you’re a beautiful young lady.” I slowly reached out and took her head in my hands and brought her to me and kissed her on the mouth. I looked into her eyes and we kissed again. I probed with my tongue and she was receptive Taksim escort bayan and opened her mouth to me. I moved one hand to the back of her head while I scooped her up close to me with the other. I laid her back on the bed and we kissed passionately. I cupped her left breast in my hand and gently squeezed her nipple. She moaned and arched her back. I worked my left hand down to her tiny ass and cupped one whole cheek in my large hand, squeezing it, our breathing quickening. I suddenly pulled away from her. I looked her square in the eyes and asked, “Are you OK with this? I don’t want you to feel you owe me this for the money or anything. We’ll start an account for you on Monday with the 300. It’ll be the beginning of your new life, OK? It has nothing to do with what we’re doing here.” “OK, Daddy, I understand.” And we returned to our passion. I slid my left hand down around her ass and slid a finger along her mons. She was beginning to leak through. I increased the pressure and slid up and down again parting her outer lips and feeling the cream within. “Oooo, Princess, you’re so wet. Aren’t you the naughty girl?” “Yes, Daddy, you make me so hot when you touch me like that.” I nearly came when she said that. Suddenly it came to me like a bolt. This girl’s been working the street! What the fuck am I doing? I broke all contact and rolled on my back panting. “Shit!” I exclaimed. “Whatsa matter, Daddy? Did you have premature ‘jaculation?” playing it perfectly for me. All I could do was moan and say “No, baby. It’s just that Daddy’s not sure where his little girl has been and he doesn’t want to catch anything nasty.” “Oh.” “I’ll get you an appointment with a doctor on Monday and have you checked out, OK? I don’t think you’re filthy or anything, we just have to be safe, just in case.
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